I am a great aunt. That goes without saying, but I am also truly a great aunt. My nephew, Ben, was proudly witness to his beautiful wife, Kathy, doing all the work in bringing Kimberly into the world. That's the only way I can put this because, I'm sorry, guys walk around all proud while the women just begin their journey. I love them all and I am proud and happy. I haven't missed the honor that I believe Ben bestowed upon Grampa (my Dad) in his daughter's name. If I'm reading too much into it, I'm still happy for everyone. I have a great love for the name Kimberly for many reasons. Perhaps the stuff of future blogs.
I wish that beautiful new life the hope of a beautiful new world. I will leave it at that for now.
A myriad of rambling thoughts and ideas from an old broad who has been there, done that, bought the T-shirt and threw it away a long time ago. However, this old broad still has a lot to say. Here we go...
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
VICARIOUS JOY
I have long known that my son was exceptional. How I had to fight for that is another story for another time.
He has lived through Hell for the past several years and now is shining through at a career that not only honors his talent but his joy.
When he was a kid, I took him to as many big amusement parks and rode the bestest and newest roller coasters with him. We had such a time.
Now he's promoting an amusement park in downtown Denver that has existed for over 100 years. 121 to be exact.
He's working with and within a quality organization and he is doing what he knows best...taking initiative and driving it home.
I'm as proud as I can be and I remember well being his age and living your joy.
I can survive anything when I know my son is happy. He has earned his stripes and gets to ride a roller coaster any time he wants. As the younger people say..."Sweet."
He has lived through Hell for the past several years and now is shining through at a career that not only honors his talent but his joy.
When he was a kid, I took him to as many big amusement parks and rode the bestest and newest roller coasters with him. We had such a time.
Now he's promoting an amusement park in downtown Denver that has existed for over 100 years. 121 to be exact.
He's working with and within a quality organization and he is doing what he knows best...taking initiative and driving it home.
I'm as proud as I can be and I remember well being his age and living your joy.
I can survive anything when I know my son is happy. He has earned his stripes and gets to ride a roller coaster any time he wants. As the younger people say..."Sweet."
Sunday, May 8, 2011
I'M MADELINE KAHN
I'm tired. Some friends and I were laughing about that absolute genius scene in "Blazing Saddles"...that's how I've approached life. Find a way to make it funny.
I'm truly tired. I've never gone on a trip that hasn't involved work. I've had one "vacation" where I stayed home for 2 weeks during the Christmas holidays back in the late 80's when I worked for the county court. I spent the time working on music for my other job and cleaning. That was my big vacation of a lifetime.
I will demand vacation time this year but I don't know what I'm going to do with it. I wish I had a lot of followers because then I'd do some sort of contest with great ideas.
I hate Vegas, I don't gamble, I am too fat to appear in public in a swimming suit so anything on a beach is out of the question and then, my husband is on location somewhere between Louisiana and Texas. I'm too embarrassed about how fat I am to go to a spa because I know fucking well that those people talk amongst themselves after and I can only imagine how they laugh at how disgusting some of the clients are and I would definitely be one of the points of ridicule.
I would like to go somewhere and disappear. Fade into the life of the people in some distant place and not worry about anything else. But how in the world could I do that? Who will take care of things? I'm the go to person for everything.
I'm tired. Since so very few people read this, I can safely say that if you happen upon this post, chalk it up to the fact that I have nowhere else to go with my bitching. Nowhere to rant so I send it out to the universe. If any of you have a great idea, all you out there in the netherlands, send it to me. In the meantime, I'm painting the front door tomorrow for Mother's Day. My gift to me. Somebody's got to do it, it looks like crap.
I'm truly tired. I've never gone on a trip that hasn't involved work. I've had one "vacation" where I stayed home for 2 weeks during the Christmas holidays back in the late 80's when I worked for the county court. I spent the time working on music for my other job and cleaning. That was my big vacation of a lifetime.
I will demand vacation time this year but I don't know what I'm going to do with it. I wish I had a lot of followers because then I'd do some sort of contest with great ideas.
I hate Vegas, I don't gamble, I am too fat to appear in public in a swimming suit so anything on a beach is out of the question and then, my husband is on location somewhere between Louisiana and Texas. I'm too embarrassed about how fat I am to go to a spa because I know fucking well that those people talk amongst themselves after and I can only imagine how they laugh at how disgusting some of the clients are and I would definitely be one of the points of ridicule.
I would like to go somewhere and disappear. Fade into the life of the people in some distant place and not worry about anything else. But how in the world could I do that? Who will take care of things? I'm the go to person for everything.
I'm tired. Since so very few people read this, I can safely say that if you happen upon this post, chalk it up to the fact that I have nowhere else to go with my bitching. Nowhere to rant so I send it out to the universe. If any of you have a great idea, all you out there in the netherlands, send it to me. In the meantime, I'm painting the front door tomorrow for Mother's Day. My gift to me. Somebody's got to do it, it looks like crap.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
OUR AMAZING WORLD
Sunday night, "The Celebrity Apprentice" was interrupted by the news that our incredible Special Ops Navy Seals had eliminated Osama Bin Laden. I sent messages to both my son and my sister, Jane, who were otherwise occupied and both were astonished.
I have had so many vacillating feelings...to celebrate the death of another seems somehow so macabre. However, the peace in knowing that this person whose demented bastardization of the Muslim faith can no longer spread his hate is tangible.
So I honor the incredible military who executed this necessary mission. I honor our brave President who chose to attempt something that, if it failed, could end his chances of a second term and forever mar his record.
Today was poignant and clarifying for me. President Obama's visit with the 9-11 families and the stories that I heard from them throughout the day gave such merit to the mission. The death of Bin Laden opened up a wound again...in a very important way. It was the first step to true healing. It was as if a poisonous hornet had been allowed to fly free and sting people again and again and again and nobody would do anything about it. Finally, a President and an incredibly brave force took a giant fly swatter and killed it. The evil insect was dead and could never again sting or wound or kill another soul.
I don't celebrate his death but I celebrate his demise. I am so very happy that he is gone. By the way, the President who got him was an allegedly "soft on defense" Democrat. "W" said "I don't know where he is...frankly, I don't think about him..."
Well, Obama was still thinking about him. He got him.
And now, being my Father's daughter, I was watching my Colorado Rockies play tonight and Todd Helton, who has spent his entire career as a Rocky, surpassed Lou Gehrig's record for all time doubles. I cried again.
Both sets of tears were real and valid. Tonight, as I lay down my head I'm proud... Proud of my Country, Proud of my President, Proud of my kids out there fighting to protect us, and proud of my baseball team. It doesn't get much better than that!
I have had so many vacillating feelings...to celebrate the death of another seems somehow so macabre. However, the peace in knowing that this person whose demented bastardization of the Muslim faith can no longer spread his hate is tangible.
So I honor the incredible military who executed this necessary mission. I honor our brave President who chose to attempt something that, if it failed, could end his chances of a second term and forever mar his record.
Today was poignant and clarifying for me. President Obama's visit with the 9-11 families and the stories that I heard from them throughout the day gave such merit to the mission. The death of Bin Laden opened up a wound again...in a very important way. It was the first step to true healing. It was as if a poisonous hornet had been allowed to fly free and sting people again and again and again and nobody would do anything about it. Finally, a President and an incredibly brave force took a giant fly swatter and killed it. The evil insect was dead and could never again sting or wound or kill another soul.
I don't celebrate his death but I celebrate his demise. I am so very happy that he is gone. By the way, the President who got him was an allegedly "soft on defense" Democrat. "W" said "I don't know where he is...frankly, I don't think about him..."
Well, Obama was still thinking about him. He got him.
And now, being my Father's daughter, I was watching my Colorado Rockies play tonight and Todd Helton, who has spent his entire career as a Rocky, surpassed Lou Gehrig's record for all time doubles. I cried again.
Both sets of tears were real and valid. Tonight, as I lay down my head I'm proud... Proud of my Country, Proud of my President, Proud of my kids out there fighting to protect us, and proud of my baseball team. It doesn't get much better than that!
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