There’s something beautiful about the cultivation of friendships. Years and years of being someone’s friend might compound into an everlasting bond. But is there a point in a friendship when it becomes more than a simple friendship? When a stronger bond of love rises, however, without a lover’s romance? I think I have reached that point in some of my friendships. When I can no longer refer to a friend as simply ‘a friend,’ instead we are in a ‘Lovesship’.
And… Where did the term bucket list come from? Perhaps it originated from the 2007 Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman film “Bucket List” in which, two terminally ill men escape from a cancer ward and head off on a road trip with a wish list of to-dos before they die. Perhaps the term originated before the film?
Regardless of the origin, the term “bucket list” a thing people like to complete within their life time.
I sort of break down the bucket list concept into much smaller parts. I woke up today and I’m just grateful for that. My bucket list is done!
It’s so very important to surround yourself with brilliant, creative, funny, loving, wonderful friends. I am very lucky in that I have an AMAZING group of fabulous friends. Recently, my incredibly smart entrepreneur friend Sally gave me a GIANT piece of advice. She told me to “Stay in Your Lane”. That’s not all the great advice she has given me.
Years ago, my best friend, Alissa Sue, moved to New York City. Her leaving was a big loss for me. I mention her middle name, Sue, for this is her direct link to me as I am a Sue too!
At that time, I was saddled down at home with teaching and raising a young family. She was single and living a very exciting life in the Big Apple. About once or twice a year, I went to visit her. We ran around the city doing so many things, trying trendy restaurants, shopping in amazing stores, jogging in cool spaces, seeing hot shows and loving our time together. Those weekends together are etched in my mind.
Growing up we had a Junk Food Pantry in the kitchen. My friends would come over and raid it. This pantry had cookies, candies, chocolates, chips, mini cakes, nuts, cheese puffs, licorice, etc. Every 2 weeks my mom would load it up with tons of junk food. My friends Ellen and Gayle would come over to visit the pantry, before visiting me!
You know the kind of friend I am talking about. The friend who listens with intent to everything you say. You know she’s not looking at her phone when you are talking to her. She’s simply listening to every word. The friend who doesn’t judge you in anyway. You can rant and rave, complain and curse and lose your mind completely screaming about everything. Still, this friend remains quiet and agrees regardless of their personal perspective. The neutral gear in your cog.
The red and white striped box caught my attention and especially the lettering. I opened the box and there it was rows and rows and rows of different types of candy. Here is the list of contents: licorice, gummy bears, jelly beans, sour peaches, chocolates, marshmallows, almond bark, gum balls, fudge, rock candy, candy buttons, taffy, caramels, chocolate covered almonds, yogurt covered raisins, coffee crisps, toffee, chocolate covered marshmallows, and Swedish berries.
Suddenly, my mood shifted. What was I going to eat first? It was as though I just entered the Candy Garden of Roald Dahl’s, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory movie.
I…… #@F**K*N+^&! miss hugging my friends! I miss giving a two cheek kiss! You never know when you get lucky to touch a super soft yummy smelling cheek! This new social distance B#LLS**T doesn’t jive with my personality. I NEED CONTACT! Lot’s more contact. I need to feel the love.
HOT OFF THE ‘VALENTINE’S DAY’ PRESS.
”I Love You, I Love You, I Love You, Unnerstand! ”
A Valentine’s Day featured article in The Suburban Newspaper Thursday e-Edition column – Living in the Now.
I wanted this nightgown to last forever!
Every time I wore it, I felt love and silliness.
The joke surrounding the word “unnerstand” was simply due to the fact that I had, and still have, great difficulty spelling. So, it seemed perfectly normal for me to be wearing a nightgown which had a word misspelled. Actually, it was quite defining and appropriate considering it represented the real me.
On the weekends, he would drive to Montreal in his Golden Eagle Trans Am. When he didn’t come to Montreal, he would call me on the phone. If he couldn’t call me, he would write me a letter. Not just any ordinary letter, a love letter. I still have them. In one of his letters he wrote that he envisioned us “In a gold carriage being pulled by white horses into a sky destined for love”. I blushed from that line. It has stayed with me for over (gulp!) 35 years. That was romantic writing.
I’m officially driving my New Year’s plan and its taking a lovely effect. No big plans for dieting. No big plans to join a gym. No big plans to save more. No big plans to do what’s marketed. I know I can improve on the person I am and I will be doing just that in 2020. My main objective and goal of this year is to put more love into my life. LOVE! Yes! LOVE!
Now, I feel like a seasoned old hen! Older and somewhat wiser, but still not able to spell well. The old lesson I grew up with now has a new attachment to it. New Lesson: If you want something really badly, then work super hard for it and you will earn it. However, if obtaining it is completely out of your control, accept those limitations and move onto the next goal.
I love children and I love plants. I love to watch people develop into interesting people. I thrill to watch small successes become big successes. Therefore, I think my common denominator is GROWTH!
In grade 6, my teacher Miss Chess used a green pen. She found red was too bold and offensive. She would do her corrections in a soft green ink. I liked that a lot. It was soothing for a person like me, who made a tremendous amount of spelling errors. It’s easier to look at a paper filled with green ink corrections than redly inked marks. After a great year of learning with Miss Chess, I decided green ink was the way to go when I played school with my friends. Now as a university instructor, I still correct in green ink and pencil.
The apples in this store actually taste like apples from the orchard. They are fruity in a perfume kind of way. I go out of my way to buy my fruit and vegetables there. However, I seriously need to mention this now, the store smells of spices that sometimes makes me gag!
She was spewing meaningless questions. So many that he got uncomfortable. Since when do people have the right to so much personal information? Is this the new normal with all the sharing that’s currently happening in our digital social media world? I wonder?
Why in the world would a mother, such as myself not like Mother’s Day? Why wouldn’t I want to be celebrated for being a mother? The reason I don’t like this day is primarily because its gender based. It’s not neutral. Gender really doesn’t have a place in holidays or celebratory days anymore.
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