inner fire

At different points throughout your adult life, your inner fire will go out.
DON’T WORRY. Spend time with people who can rekindle your inner spirit and don’t ever forget to tell them how much they mean to you.

I read that earlier today. It summed up perfectly our dinner out with friends last night.

You are unaware that your “inner fire” has burned down. Then out of the blue, you have an out of body experience and you see yourself laughing and enjoying the moment. You are sitting there having a really, really good time.

It is not easy. It is not just handed to you. You have to work for it, because it is so worth it. You have to bring your A game. You have to use your head and use those big grown up words you know you have in the back of your brain. Sometimes you just aren’t called upon to bring ’em out and dust them off. You find yourself in the company of people who are really intelligent and interesting and full of life.

It is a privilege to be in conversation with folks who yes, have troubles or set backs, but somehow have learned the art of setting those aside just for a couple hours and can really be in the moment. You can see their intensity glowing. Being with people like that brings out the best in you. It is not for sissies. You have to look them right in the eye. You have to have all those wires in your brain firing at the same time.

It is a beautiful tennis match right there smack in the middle of a pub. It is a give and take. It is back and forth with current events and jokes, smiles and questions. It is the time honored skill of social grace. When you are in the middle of it, you almost don’t realize how lucky you are. It is a moment in time that the television producers would have you believe happens every day to every person.

Life is not like that. Those moments in time just click. You don’t plan them. It is not a Hallmark card about friendship. It is a gift. Pure and simple. We all have friends, co-workers and acquaintances that come and go in life. Every once in a while you win the lotto. Somehow the stars align or it is just plain dumb luck, whatever you call it, it is lovely.

You just feel lucky to sit in the middle of an old brick building, order some traditional Fish and Chips with an adult beverage to wash it all down. You don’t want to get all mushy. You just sit a little taller, your posture is better, you feel warmer and somehow in the middle of all that you feel safer.

Oh, that inner fire was there all along, it just needed a gentle nudge. Or in our case, a major kick in the *** from a seasoned Marine with salty language, yet you knew instantly a heart of solid fire tested steel.

That my friends is when Grace Happens. When you least expect it. We walked out two and a half hours later standing taller, happier people because the four of us equalled much more than any one of us alone.

I love it when the inner fire lingers into the next day. I feel ready to take on the world. Or at least a little part of it in my corner of the world.

Here’s to solid, rare, “I got your back” kind of friendship. Cheers!

Creepy yet good Halloween news you can use

Yesterday, Mr. Right brought home a shiny new pin. Yep, he earned it.

It was his one GALLON pin for donating blood in King County. So get out your calculators, visors, lick the end of your pencil and add this up….. ……………

12 GALLONS total in other states
+ ONE GALLON in Washington
= 13 GALLONS of donated blood.

Speaking as a recipient of a blood transfusion, I am one grateful, thankful & lucky girl.

A HUGE Congratulations to a very good man.

I chose wisely. 🙂

ps. Someone is getting the special day plate. Let the celebration begin!

Tuesday’s Treats

Still playing with the idea of having one day a week that I showcase something. How about treats or goodies or recipes?

Today I am going with Tuesday’s Treats, two kinds.

First up, the granola bar. With all the research we have put into eating better and making better healthier choices, of course we “needed” a good solid homemade version. Mr. Right wanted something without all the extras included. No to chocolate chips, no to almonds, no to walnuts, no to cranberries, pretty much a big fat no to all the things that I look for. ha. Saying yes to ingredients like, oats and flour and vanilla, honey, butter and coconut were easy.

I wrap them individually, then put them into a freezer zip-Lock bag for storage. Mr. Right takes to work, one or two for his morning break. So far two thumbs up. Actually today, I got a note via e-mail saying they were my best ever. Pretty high praise.

Next up for Tuesday’s treats….. meals for the dog. Sweet Liberty Wilson, aka “Libby”. I am guessing that everyone I know that has a dog living with them, bought a brand new refrigerator to use just for dog treats, dog meals (oh yes, and extra fruits and veggies and a bottle or two of orange cream soda and some cider)? Well sure. We make up 14 days worth of meals at a time. We make 14 dinners and 14 breakfasts. Thought I would share just what the little freezer looks like when the meals are all done and waiting in line. Each meal contains, meatloaf, chicken, veggies, 1 cup of chicken broth and lots of other goodness. I will gladly share our recipe and how we put it all together if you ask.

We started making our own meals back in 2006. The whole mess with the dried dog food from China was ugly and sounded bad. Yesterday, yes yesterday, 5+ years later, a 24 million dollar lawsuit was settled. Each family who had a pet dye because of the tainted dog food was given $600.00. Yup, after all the lawyers were paid each grieving family received a drop in the bucket compared to the actual cost of their veterinary bills incurred, not to mention their broken hearts when they lost their companion.

Yes, we made a good choice. We choose to have a wonderful companion live with us. We choose to make her food. We choose to make her biscuits. In return she is a happy and healthy pooch. She is a great watch dog and faithful like no other. She gets to run and have really long walks on the weekend when Mr. Right walks her. For now, she is polite enough to walk the mile a day, slowly with me. She doddle’s and sniffs and gives you the impression that she loves to walk slow. I know for a fact, she likes to tear around on the beach and jump and frolic and go fast then slow and walk in all kinds of crazy patterns. Dogs are not our whole lives, however, they make our lives whole.

Okay, we gave Tuesday’s Treats a try. I am sort of liking the idea. Not thrilled with the title. I might have to think some more on that.

I am working on the menu for a dinner party this weekend. White Chocolate Raspberry Trifle is on the list for dessert. Think I might have to take pictures to share next Tuesday. I am already thinking it will be divine.

The fondest memories are made gathered around the table.

Found a Resolution for 2012

Yesterday, I went shopping and had lunch with a girlfriend. I wore a skirt I made last year. I love(d) that skirt.
I used a wool blend and I love the black and white check. I always line a skirt so I don’t have to mess with a slip.
It was made to fit me perfectly. No complaining here, just lost a few pounds and inches since August and things
are not quite right. The skirt was hanging a bit long. I like the pattern enough to remake it for this fall/winter season.

I love to wear dark tights with my skirts as they keep my legs warm. Yes, I know I have written about loving jeans,
oh I do, just some events call for something more put together than jeans. Let’s face it, I am a big talker. I have never once worn jeans to Sunday church, never wear jeans going out to a nice dinner, never worn jeans to a cemetery, my legs have not slid into a pair of jeans to visit a friend in the hospital. Never once have I worn jeans on an airplane flight.

I need to get past my crazy thoughts about buying tons of “cute” and trendy sweaters at Old Navy, Target etc… I NEED to learn to buy
more good quality, grown up sweaters that fit! The fit. Oh my, I buy everything too big, too sloppy, guess it is something I need to polish a bit.

Scarves, love ’em and have a ton. I keep buying more. Am I getting old and just like the warmth around my neck?
If this was 1940 would I wear a mink stole all the time?

When I purchase clothes, I need to give myself a two day window for alterations. Wash, remove tags, extra buttons, hem and take in the sides or shoulders etc. That way, the new items will be ready for wearing not just sitting in my closet
and me thinking “those need to be hemmed”.

When you open my closet doors, you see a sea of colors. All the hangers facing the same way, all the clothes buttoned the same way, all the shoes lined up and ready for “the call”. All the clothes perfectly blending one into the next color. All the whites lined up
all the pinks in their place. The reds are up next then we easily blend into the oranges and on and on. The issue I see is that if I were on that show “What not to wear”, they would say
UM, do you notice anything??? I would sheepishly say notice what? Almost every single piece of clothing that I own, with the exception
of a spring bathrobe, two sweaters and one coat and two plaid skirts are SOLID COLORS. I really need to address this.

I guess solid colors are my comfort zone? Might need to spice that up just a bit?
Hey, I do have some jazzy lime green rain boots with hot pink flowers all over them.

I am thinking that I just found one of my New Year’s Resolutions for 2012. Work on updating, donating old,
replacing some of the tired old clothing looks with something fresh and new, well fitting and updated.

Wish me luck! Better yet, wish Mr. Right good luck. He may not know what hit him when he sees me in a leopard print skirt that fits perfectly.


I am flirting with the idea of having one day a week dedicated to something.
I was thinking that if I knew what I would focus on that particular day, writing
would be easy and come naturally that day.

Just imagine, “Monday Manners” or “Thrifty Thursday” or “Flirty Friday”. Maybe even “Wishful Wednesday” would work to get the creative juices flowing.

How many of you remember that I actually have a job? I actually own a real business and the lights in that business have not been turned on since June! This week, we are dusting things off, opening up the windows and clearing away cobwebs, even renewed the business license. The web site is ready to go, new supplies have been ordered and golly wally, the oven is getting turned on today. A couple new recipes are being tried out this week. It has taken longer than I thought to get back into the swing of things. Feels nice to be moving in that direction now.

Crazy that I have a hummingbird at my fuchsia this time of October. Guess he or she is happy and it sure makes me happy to watch.

Hope your Wednesday is …wild, wish filled, wonderful… still thinking.

Love this quote:

Being happy doesn’t mean everything is perfect.
It means you have decided to see beyond the imperfections.

not one

Guess what happened yesterday?
Quietly and without fanfare
something remarkable did NOT occur.

I did not take one pill.
Not one pain pill.
Not one aspirin.
Not one Advil.
Even skipped taking vitamins.

For me that is HUGE. It has been well over a year
that it has been a daily thing.

progress. Yep, that is what progress looks like.

I choose to be grateful.

Grace isn’t a little prayer you chant before receiving a meal.
It’s a way to live.