Winter Honeymoon...

whew, the weather outside was frightful ...

now the view is so delightful ...

                              and since we've no place to go ...   

                                      we watch the snow ...

admire the snow ...

                 just let it snow ...            

            

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Ahhh, relaxing with my new husband, a hand knitted blanket, and the laptop wireless connection  (oh yeah, the blue ray dvd playing on a huge TV -- ain't so bad either).

ooh, did I forget to mention hot coffee, chocolate chip cookies and a whole lot of  peace and quiet!!!


well, gotta go enjoy a nap.  =)

                                           Honugirl          

12.11.10

On Saturday I married my best friend ...


I changed my status from just me  ...


to "we" ...

I had fun sharing the day with my Dreamer...

My boys gave their Mom away ...



and gained a stepdad!

More news to come ... this was just a quick glimpse of a glorious and joyful day!!

Blessings!

                                           Honugirl          

Blessings ...

3weeks and counting...

Thanksgiving is coming up and then Jet's turning 13 yikes!!

Where does the time go?

craziness.

It's hard to believe the year is almost gone -- all the planning & preparing ...  

soon it will be December 1st  then while blinking one morning THE day will come.

12 . 11 . 10

          

      Honugirl          

Didn't even notice ...

did you?

Today was a very strange day indeed.  


I was rushing from the minute I realized that awful noise was my "final - you're almost late" alarm.


~


Today is my Friday - as tomorrow is a mandatory day off.


I didn't check my son's hair for picture day - he assured me it was fine.


My boys had breakfast, I had coffee... I know I'm forgetting something... lunch ??


~


Nothing that was planned, came to be.


Things I expected would work, didn't.


Although half-staffed, the peace of a quiet office was never achieved.


Even the traffic was loud -- sirens on every major road.


~


People I wasn't expecting, showed up.


People I expected to see ... ok, appeared, eventually.


Boys were home in time for bed ... barely.


I imbibed a glass too many for my early schedule tomorrow.


~


Did you even notice that I went all day with only one earring on???


I'm going to bed now.  Maybe tomorrow will be better!!

                                           Honugirl          

Once upon a blog...

there were many thoughts being shared.

hmmm.

Lately, I find it hard to ... um, describe the LACK of shareable thoughts.

Instead, I will share what fills my heart:

So without many words ...    

Catch me later when I actually use words...   =)   lol.


is this still considered a blog?

                                           Honugirl          

Oops I did it again ...

technology beware!

Although generally a close friend to technology... I uh, well um, I sort of, unintentionally, caused the -- I killed broke another device.     = {  

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Well, typically my M.O. is to break headsets; which initially I was afraid of when I invested in my Bluetooth -- a serious upgrade for me.  It has survived since January; however, I did manage break off the 'on' switch (yes, off, the entire button thingy is gone); but, hey, it still works -- at least I never have to remember to turn it on before calling!!   

(Now, if only I could remember where it is -- as I'm rummaging in my purse, saying "hang on a sec' I gotta find my headset.")      =)

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It's not like I drowned knocked my phone into the toilet bathtub ... or threw dropped it on the concrete... or even that I killed broke it doing something stupid silly with it {never use near open super glue).  


Nope, I simply put it into a small carry case, put it in my gym bag and carried it with me to the gym.  Upon arrival I pulled out my ID card and found it was sort of lodged in between the slider & the keyboard -- which must've been near that known manufacturer's defect:  an easily loosened screw... 

That's when I was resigned to bid "farewell, my cell friend -- rest in peace."

~

Thanks (GREATLY) to it still being within the 1-year warranty (and to that manufacturer's faulty screw), happily I will not be without my cell phone for very long.  

Today I borrowed Jet's phone...  my not so much "tweener" but definitely soon to be "teen."  

So, sorry for not responding if you texted or called me today.  I didn't bother to transfer my number -- will be using this adorable teen phone until tomorrow.

~


I can hardly wait to greet my new cell friend when it arrives tomorrow.

Wish me it good luck!!!

HonuGirl

Time ...

such a strange thing, Time.

I have numerous clocks around the apartment, they are set at different times.  Some exactly on time, others fast and one I'm sure is slow now {gotta remember to change the batteries}.  Yet only the boys know for sure which one's are fast/slow/on-time.   Hmmm.


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I find it strange that I know the clocks are fast, but never re-calculate the time to be sure I'm 100% accurate that one is the fast one.


You see, there's a method to the madness of speedy clocks.  I must confess that I'm not the most efficient at getting out the door on time {thus the 5 - or is it 6? - minutes set ahead on speedy clock(s)}.


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Yesterday was one of those mornings.  I thought, since I awoke early, worked out, found clothing to wear, ate drank breakfast, I was certain that I would be on-time!


Which seems not to be the case most mornings.


Here's the thing about mornings -- not each thing every day, but one thing almost every day -- it goes something like this:

• I load my 'stuff' into the car, get in, reach for the hot cup of coffee I should have just placed in the cup holder... realizing my hands were so full on the trip out the door, I left my 'perfect' cup of coffee on the entry table; check clock in car - not enough time to stop at Starbucks.  Grr, get out, lock car {well, my purse is in there now}, go back up the sidewalk, unlock apartment grab coffee -- you get the picture, get in car with hot coffee and "no" time to waste.

• I get half-way to the car and my bluetooth "dings" the tone that says "uhh, hello Dory, walked too far from your phone - I'm turning off now".  Auggh, go back set all my stuff down, unlock the door ... walk around looking/wondering where did I set that last????   Finally pick up home phone and call cell phone.  Duh, of course, it's on the bed under the last thing I tried on before realizing such cute stuff was TOO cold to wear.   [side bar ~ I have REALLY missed the sun, glad it's finally here.]

• Inside the apartment I am ready to go; look at the clock(s), have plenty of time.  Have all essentials: purse. phone. coffee. snacks. calendar. bluetooth. to-do notepad. other miscellaneous items girls carry and rarely admit they tote (6 lipsticks, 2 lip glosses, 1 lip liner - ok, I counted and was shocked that I still had room for my wallet); anyhow, where was I?   Oh, right...
  
  I'm ready to head to the front door all loaded up - I need keys to lock the door.  Keys? You know, those things that are always in the right spot, uhh, until you think you have all your "stuff" together.  Grr.  Set everything down look for keys.  Wish for some magical, cool, expensive gadget that makes them talk "hey, you left me by the coffee maker" or "down here - you dropped me in the wrong bag" or "Geez, Dory, I'll poke you in the butt if you sit on me."   Hmmph.  Take keys from back pocket (which seemed like a good idea at the moment - so I could carry the coffee) ... collect all the "stuff" get out the door -- no time to spare.

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I could go on with that list but I really was going to tell you how different my story was yesterday morning:

There I was walking down the sidewalk, on-time but not too early.  I had all the stuff I needed (or cared to remember).   As I'm happily walking toward my car, smiling at the sunshine that's winking from the sky; my peripheral view alert system notifies my consciousness that a car is matching my pace.  As I approach my vehicle I catch a glimpse of the car, driving along the street parallel to me.  It's white with markings down the side, hmm, law enforcement.  I glance over again, aware that it's slowing to make the turn into the parking lot.  It's nice to know that the apartments are always monitored, I muse as I continue to load my car; only feel slightly concerned when it pulls in right next to my car. 

Well, it did pull in but now it's exiting, no - it's blocking the back of my car... I cautiously, but politely, walk over to inquire ... just then I recognize the officer -- I know you!  Hah, it's Sheriff Starr {offering his first name, yet again, but I had forgotten} hey, I noticed you're driving a different car - no more 'unmarked' car?!!  Seems my sheriff friend had been given new duties in a flashy, very obvious law enforcement vehicle.   


Now I'm thinking - wow, he's good.  How the heck does Sheriff Starr recognize me walking down the sidewalk??  I think it's been, nearly a year since our last Starbucks encounter.  We made small talk (briefly, as I'm sure I sounded edgy with precious fast second passing)... imagine that, he didn't know I lived at these apartments... well, it's not something I tell my Starbucks acquaintances.   How are things -- he's not happy, but doesn't want to complain (too much anyway ... seems there's a lot to complain about); we agree there's not much point to complaining anyway.  Hah, well, it's nice to see you ... uuhh, thanks for stopping...  when he finally says --  oh, hey, I bet you are probably heading to work -- well, I wouldn't want to make you late.  [right, thanks]   Said goodbye.


~


Exactly as I thought, checking my speedy clock in the car -- I was going to be late for sure.  Until I arrived at the office only to notice:

 None of clocks on the walls, the computer, or my cell phone read the same time!

Hah! Although I worked an extra few minutes, I'm still not sure if I was late or not...  

But I am certain that time remains a mystery to me!

HonuGirl

re-posted in entirety ...

    Belief Statement Essay
          Visualize all the bloody cold wars coming to a halt because we learned to treat each other equally.

I believe we should all act equally, but have our own unique personalities.  I believe this because I have been treated unfairly, and it just doesn’t feel right.  You almost want to start a war in retaliation because it has such a bad feeling on your life.

       

        Here is my perspective on the chain of events that ends up in death, war and other nasty stuff like that.

        Stage 1, the Kid. The kid feels bad about something or he/she’s getting bored and he figures out some one’s weakness and exploits it to get a reaction. They begin to think it’s funny and start to get as many of their friends/others to join in. The person becomes such an out-cast that the teasing is no-longer teasing and it’s now just being mean. Then when the so called out-cast tries to tell a teacher, the teacher says something and will not commit to it (not all teachers are that way). That is not being equal or nice; whatever someone might say it will never be equal.

            Stage 2, the Bully. The kid soon feels power making fun of the kid and starts to make fun of others too. The kid becomes the bully and gets in trouble more than the other kids. He soon gets more people to get in trouble and then the school is wreck. None of that would happen if we all treated each other equal.

            Stage 3, the Criminal. The bully grows-up and thinks that nothing will happen if he hurts or kills someone. SO the criminal starts a gang and robs small banks, starts drugs and eventually it’s a bad city. Then the cops retaliate with a war on crime. If only the kid treated the other person EQUAL then none of that would have happened.

        Here is why I say we should all be unique. Without being different (in a good way) it would be like taking away color in the entire world. You couldn’t play slug-bugs; you wouldn’t care about a rain-bow, and you couldn’t paint a beautiful picture because, well, it would have been painted already. So we all need to treat each-other equally but still have our own beliefs and religions.

        There would be no wars because no one could be left-out; we would accept everyone into our society and no-one would feel sad unless some-one died; then everyone who knew him would be as sad just as if their father died.

        We would all be happy, there would be no crime because no-one would want make others have a miserable life. We could support each-other and no-one would be homeless to. We still may have a president who makes decisions, but he will never be more important than anyone else. There would be winning and losing but there would be no bragging or higher rank. We would have supported those in need by giving our own work/labor for free.

I believe we all need to treat everyone equally,
but still remain unique.

I believe, we all have a purpose.

by Jason Lyon

free therapy ...

and it wasn't even MY birthday!!


Thanks King G for a most excellent session ~ 


and the workout was great too!!   


Enjoy your day!  =D

Happy Birthday - King G !!!

he writes …

Age Poem

At twelve I lived for the delicious chocolate-chip cookies my Mom and I made on Wednesday nights.

I lived for rock-band and staying up till 11:00 pm playing the endless setlist 1.

I lived for the endless nerf wars that 'the Jeffreys' and I would have (that they would win).

I lived for the times when we all would cuddle on the couch and watch a movie.

I lived for the times when Jeffrey and I would play fetch with Eddie and Jeffrey would hit the stop-sign 150 ft away

I lived for my friends and family and the help they have given me.

I lived for the times where we would play Mario Kart and watch Mom lose … horribly.

I lived because I wanted to Live.

But what I really live for is music, for getting into the emotion of the song and falling like a feather into the dark blue sea of emotion, music and love.

So music is what I really live for.

By: Jason Lyon
(Age Poem - 2010)

UP, UP & aaaa….

whooahhh wait a second – no up, up … or awaaay? 

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Auughhh …  sploooshhh, whoosh, and whirl into a horrible vortex of thoughts … spiraling downward with such momentum – unable to swim free from the mind-trap.  


Know what…?  I hate swimming; fear of drowning in deep water — very bad mo-jo.

Cold, dazed and confused… can I wake up now?  



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Yep, that's pretty much the sad description of an hour (or two) of my life today. 

You see, usually when my mind wanders and thoughts endlessly flood my brain, they take me daydreaming or dream-playing or something much like a helium balloon floating up, up and away; with grace and poise {no water here} I’m delicately cloud hopping; drifting aimlessly into the blue skies and hot sunny days of summer.

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“Usually” is the key word there …

Yet, conversely my bitter vortex of groossh ( gross outpouring of sh-ouldn’t says ) was so depressing and impulsive that I almost didn’t recognize myself. 

Now that, my friend, is startling in itself; need I say more?

~

What I learned, however, is just how important it is to wake up on the “right side” of a vortex mind-trap or it will ensnare you in the spiral of aimless swill!

~

Thank God for close co-workers, BfF, and my Sweet-T who reminded me it's better not to swim alone, Dory … 

"Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming swimming swimming"

HonuGirl