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This is the journal of a thinker, a mother, a wife, and a closet writer.  I would like this journal to be a repository of my poems, essays, short stories and an occassional rant and rave session. I need constructive criticisms but please refrain from being obnoxious. Thank you.

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Monday, June 16, 2008

Dad for 22 Years and Still Kickin' A$$!

 
 
Happy Father's Day to the Best Dad Ever!
 
 
 


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Wednesday, May 21, 2008

L-O-V-E!

 
 
"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. That word is LOVE."
 
~Sophocles (496 BC - 406 BC)

 



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Wednesday, May 14, 2008

US Economics

Beatles- Hard Days Night


 
"An economist is a surgeon with an excellent scalpel and a rough-edged lancet, who operates beautifully on the dead and tortures the living."                         
 
~Nicholas Chamfort (1741 - 1794)
 

Thank you, Mike, for the graphics! 



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Saturday, May 10, 2008

The Mundane

Bette Midler- The Rose


 
"Humor is a spontaneous, wonderful bit of an outburst that just comes. It's unbridled, it's unplanned, it's full of surprises."
 
 
 
 
 
Hubby: Why is Paris Hilton on the cover of National Geographic?
 
Me: Because she is a party animal.


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Friday, May 9, 2008

All I Want For Mother's Day

Jimi Hendrix- Wild Thing


                     

My advice to you is get married:
if you find a good wife you'll be happy;
if not, you'll become a philosopher.

Socrates (470-399 B.C.)

 

                                    

Hubby: You know what to do. My seven sisters' roses need it. I know you're jetlagged but Home Depot is just around the corner. (Please!).
 
Kids: No iPod or Zune (I can't even find my cellphone most mornings!). Just download my music and send it to me or put it in CD(s) so I can listen to it on my laptop.  Why did I put this here? Because I know you little rascals read my blog!


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Monday, April 21, 2008

Mother's Day Invitation

Momsense Song- Anita Renfroe  


I am taking my family this weekend to see Anita Renfroe, a phe-Mom (genius, witty and wise), who somehow filled the void that  Erma Bombeck left. Check the You Tube below with her singing Momsense Song to the tune of William Tell Overture.

This entry is dedicated to all my friends who are MOMs for real and those who are MOMs in spirit.

I invite you all to my house on May 10th for a "Southern Belle Style High Tea." No hoop skirts required, come naked if you want but hats and gloves will be de riguer. Bring your twangiest accent or fake a British accent. I am concocting a surprise menu. Do not flinch, this will not be one of the "Bayou Nights" party I throw where I serve some bizarre stuff like nutria stew.               

(This is the edited version. I learn something everyday. Lesson learned the day I wrote the original entry: Though riesling and blogging rhyme, they are not compatible. Typos and grammar lapses result from the combination.)

                       



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Thursday, April 10, 2008

Life Changing Lecture

Impossible Dream (from my Graduation tape)


 
"Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night."
 
~Edgar Allan Poe, "Eleonora"
US short story author, editor, & poet (1809 - 1849)

 

                            

(This is Dr. Randy Pausch's "Last Lecture" video. He is smart, funny and awe inspiring. He is dying of pancreatic cancer. Check out his website at: Randy Pausch's Home Page )

 

To my daughter who dreams to be a math teacher, a biomedical engineer, a writer (oh, the agony of choosing a college major!)...

To my son who wants to be all of these: Doctor of Medicine, Broadway playwright, actor and director, Hollywood screenwriter and musical scorer, Disney Imagineer, poet, songwriter, fiction writer, and musical composer (among others)... 

 
Follow your dreams and live them! 


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Monday, March 24, 2008

Aloha, Josh!

                           

In Loving Memory
Joshua Kalai Nakata, 23
Mililani, Hawaii
 

                           

May you rest in peace.
You died doing what you loved most, surfing the North Shore's banzai pipeline.
I remember you jovially teasing Gary as Jessi walked up the path to your house carrying an Easter Basket.  I remember your Mom "borrowing" Jessi because Gary will not go to his football practice not unless Jessi was there . I can still hear you and Chaz giggling and chanting, "Gary has a girlfriend!" at the back of your Mom's van when Gary came with a Teddy Bear and flowers for Jessi when we got in a car accident.
I feel for your Mom and Dad, Belinda and Gary Senior, for I would not like to survive any of my children. I wish I could hug Gary, Chaz and Rose, your brothers and sister, for I know their hearts are breaking.
 Aloha!  Hope the surf's up always where you are.  


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Thursday, March 13, 2008

Live Your Dreams!

"There is nothing like dream to create the future. Utopia to-day, flesh and blood tomorrow. "
 
~Victor Hugo, Les Miserables, 1862, French dramatist, novelist, & poet (1802 - 1885)

 

             

 

To my son, an Anglophile, who can't wait to go across the universe:
 
You have my permission to explore the world whenever you decide to do so. I will miss you so much that I will be filled with anxiety for your safety and well being while you are away but I will get over it.
 
Writing this may be  premature because you promised me that you do not intend to live in England until you get your college degree.  I guess I am concerned about your plan of going on an European trip. Though I know you have a record of making good decisions, your great passion for English artifacts and culture scares the bejeesus out of me. 
 
You got it here in writing. I will never hold you back and will support your decision whatever it is. You can't take me with you but you can take my unconditional  love in your heart. I do not have to write it but I will anyway: I love you more than you'll ever know.   
 
Mom


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Friday, February 22, 2008

Love is...

Happy | Pat Benatar's Mix


"Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal."
 
- C. S. Lewis, The Four Loves
 
 
              
 
Three Years Ago.
 
Me: Why do you push away those who love you the most?
Her: I do not know. 
 
A Week Ago
 
Me: He adores you. Why do you push him away?
Her: Because I am scared.
Me: Scared of what?
Her: Scared that I am not the person he thinks I am. Scared thatI will be a burden and a hindrance from achieving his goals, ambitions, and dreams. Scared that he will have to give up something he loves because of me. Scared that I could die young and leave him confused, angry, and lonely.  
Me: Have you discussed this with him? 
Her: No. I am scared to.    
 
 
"Advance, and never halt, for advancing is perfection. Advance and do not fear the thorns in the path, for they draw only corrupt blood."
-Kahlil Gibran


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