Ride The Wild Horse

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Built To Last

0000000.The Himalayan Mountains

Once upon a time there was a young woman; fragile and delicately manufactured by a sheltered life. Unfortunately an unexpected blast broke through and got to her.  The exposure was surreal and daunting.

Of course there were sitcoms, movies and cartoons – her favorite channel- for escape and exposure to life.  She was in a real bad way; withdrawn, cautious and a recluse until the storm came. Her environment had completely changed.

She gave up on her dreams, goals and did almost nothing to celebrate her life. She believed that the weather would always remain dreary and unpleasant. Fortunately the weather never stays the same.  She eventually became accustomed to its fickleness; no longer afraid.

Lulls came and left; awareness restored and complacency departing.  Her purpose began to form as time passed.  She surveys her environment now; disturbance has been her greatest teacher.

Today she is braver; a warrior.  Of course the elements granted her grit, persistence, resilience and a robust heart.  Filled with insight, confidence and optimism; grateful appreciation; faith in God and mankind isn’t extinguished.

“He has a right to criticize, who has a heart to help.”
Abraham Lincoln


Take What You Need

“Everybody gets so much information all day long that they lose their common sense.”

— Gertrude Stein


Sometimes I feel that this is true, but honestly no two people respond in exactly the same way.  Therefore this statement is false.

Imagine a day at the library.  We go to the library for information that we need.  If we focus we will eventually find it within a required time. How can you lose?

The internet makes information much easier to find at any time.  Therefore a whole day is not required to find it.  How can you lose?

Social networking on the other hand might just take all day. We follow people allowing their influence.  What happens? We react to whatever is said and done.  It takes restraint and discipline to not succumb to any one thing. However, most people don’t practice common sense.  What do they have to lose?

Did I give you too much information?  Let’s just use whatever common sense we possess.

“Don’t leave hold of your common sense. Think about what you’re doing and how the technology can enhance it. Don’t think about technology first. “

– Esther Dyson




Conversational Exchange to Audio Book

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On the Rocks

Left in the Lurch

Left in the Lurch

Photos of the same subject from different perspectives.

If my blog is ever recorded in an audio book I would be surprised and appreciative all at once.  My daughter Olivia is who I’d chose as the narrator (if Robert Downey Jr. is not available).  I consider my daughter to be exceptionally gifted (as I do Robert Downey Jr.).

I ask a great deal from my Daughter as I give her my very best.  I just know that she would give me the same. (Even Robert Downey Jr. warms me with his choice of words and his ability to enjoy his work.)

Maybe I should tell you that my daughter is present while I type tonight. (She said, “Hi”.)

Good Morning

Savoring the day.

Savoring the day.


It’s Monday morning and I am relaxed.  Café Culture is always clean and homey.  The scene is informal with collaborative spaces.  In the corner are a group of college students.  At 6 am I am just in time to grab my window seat.  There I can see people rushing by as the sunrises.  Should I have a fresh fruit cup or a fresh pastry?  Maybe not. This coffee and cookie will have to do.  Okay it’s time to get to work. 

Outside the panoramic glass window the view is magnificent!  I can see whose coming.  Its 6:15 and not one of my co-workers appear to be arriving.  Thank God our deadline isn’t until next week Friday.  I can breathe.  Maybe Jennifer’s son has not yet mastered his potty training.  Ted did say that his girlfriend is in town.  Amy is still mad at me for not showing up for the blind date that she arranged for me, but then again her boyfriend Jim just proposed.  Oh crap, why does everyone have a more interesting life than I do? Oh bother.

The café is getting crowded.  It’s almost 6:30 and I’m still alone.  We are supposed to meet at 7:00 am, this is what I get for arriving early.  I can see Mrs. Mangle coming into the café with Rex her golden retriever.  The bus stops are now empty.  Well, it won’t be long now before someone arrives.

Mrs. Mangle loves to talk.  I should just get prepared for a full ten minutes discussing her gardening and also the color of my hair.  An unfamiliar form had previously walked in the café door.  Someone I don’t recognize, yet somehow looks familiar to me.  His footsteps approach me from behind, oh well he’ll most likely grab the last available window seat.  Now what, Culture café is quite spacey why must he stop and touch me? I must have dropped something in the walkway.  As I turn, his strong voice speaks clearly, “I’ve been looking for you, are you Ms. Lisa MacBride?”  If I could only hide because my gut tells me who this stranger might be. My mind races as well as my eyes to his face.  Why is he so familiar to me?  With horror and in total disbelief I belt out “Yes, I am, can I help you?”

“I’ve been looking for you”. Well should I be surprised?  I am relieved that I wore make up today and just had my hair rinsed and styled on Saturday.  It’s 7:00 am and who should be before my eyes fitting the description that Amy gave me of my blind date, Thomas Morrison.  I am quite sure of this because Amy described him as approximately six feet tall having a striking build with an erect posture, handsome with an enticing smile.  Shit! Butterflies are suddenly awaking inside of my empty stomach. This is not the way I intended to start my Monday morning.  No wonder no one showed to this prearranged meeting. I am cornered and also plotting how I am going to kill Amy.  Timidly I speak, “I believe you’re Thomas.”

My Robot: Horatio


It’s five o’clock and the road is backed up with new traffic.  It’s funny how without trying too hard we all think alike. This Wednesday the endless long line of never ending traffic proves that everyone has taken the new highway to get home.  I’ve got to get home by 7:00 pm, no later. My feet are sore, stomach roaring and I am mentally going over my to do list.  Why isn’t the work done at 5 pm? One answer, my second job begins, house chores and projects.  Yes that must be the answer.

Horatio is waiting for me.  The most wonderful gift from my extravagant girlfriend Trina, a world-class traveler and entertainer.  Quite privileged and eccentric, Trina would always return with unusual but interesting souvenirs for me to deposit in my closet.  However I cherish Horatio above the clothing and jewelry, so he stands right at my front door to greet me with all I need.

Since I watched the movie series, Horatio Hornblower, I fell in love with actor Ioan Gruffudd and most especially his character Horatio.  I highly recommended watching it to Trina and consequently she fell in love with Horatio too.  Anyway, Trina found me a robot assembled to look exactly like Horatio Hornblower and Ioan Gruffudd.  What a coincidence!  Costly, but Trina still bought it for me. If only I could be so privileged to be eccentric, but then again she is a wonderful and generous friend who travels ten months out the year.

Traffic is moving slowly, I will probably be home at 6:30 pm.  Not exactly what I was hoping to meet.  My mind is on Horatio.  He will be waiting for me. I am almost there.  As I drive the mile long road that leads to my house, I hear his voice, “Welcome home my lady.”  This beats the “Oh your home,” from my ex husband. 

I race to the front door with five minutes left.  My keys are out and I quickly turn the locks.  Horatio greets me then takes my hand and leads me to the living room table where it’s already set up with everything he will need.  He takes off my shoes,  and proceeds to wash, dry and massage my feet, my pet peeve, but a necessity.  Now what will I get Trina?  It’s my true friends that truly help me to love me.


Foot soak


Musical Marker: “(Still A) Weirdo” by KT Tunstall

My musical marker is “(Still A) Weirdo” by KT Tunstall.
It’s not often that we get to laugh at ourselves.  I have laughed really hard lately.  I am the happiest I’ve ever been.  The only difference now I can say it boldly and proudly that I love who I am.  The views and opinions of others now roll off my back.  Without apology I accept who have always been.




“(Still A) Weirdo”

No I know I took for granted that things
Would always go the way I wanted oh
I was going to be a treetop
A sea, a boat, a rock of agesI don’t always get it right
I’d see it in a different kind of lightPay my lip service
Keep it eloquent
Optimistic but
Never quite elegant
Still a weirdo
Still a weirdo, after all these yearsI’d always thought it’s automatic
to grow into a soul less static
But here I am upon the same spot
Attempting to lift off into space

I don’t always get it right
But a thousand different ways
And I just might

Pay my lip service
Keep it eloquent
Optimistic but
Never quite elegant
Still a weirdo
Still a weirdo, after all these years
Still a weirdo
Still a weirdo, after all these years

Pay my lip service
Keep it eloquent
Optimistic but
Never quite elegant
Still a weirdo
Still a weirdo, after all these years

Still a weirdo
Still a weirdo, after all these years

After all these years

Photo Challenge: Endless Love



Approximately 2 years and 3 months ago my daughter received her first dog.  Khloe was her given name but my Oliva gave her the name Zoe Zoe.  She was affectionately called “Zoey”.  Zoe Zoe was her dream dog except she was a three legged rescue.

Today my daughter stayed in the jeep whilst I took her dog to be euthanized. After leaving Zoe Zoe at the Humane Society I realized that what we did was out of love.  As I returned from the task Olivia looked into my eyes to see if I was alright.  In her eyes I saw a sweet relief.  It’s all surreal to me.

As I fight a long hard battle to get my life on track, I suddenly realize that Zoe Zoe’s life had derailed before we met her and that we were only a brief remission from suffering in her life journey.  Zoey gave us everything she had and when it weaned we returned her love with vehemence.  She liked that.

Just this past week our love couldn’t erase the fact that Zoey wasn’t going to be a normal dog.  It couldn’t stop her suffering.  Our love couldn’t change what was happening to us.

Last night, Zoey whaled for me to let her into the living room where she loved to wait for me.  I let her in knowing that would be our last retreat together.  Yet I couldn’t feel bad as I heeded my mother’s words, “That dog is suffering…..”  I knew that I had to become less selfish.

Olivia was ready to part with her first dog simply because we did all that could have done to help her.  She just needed to know that I was ready too.  The deed is done.

It will be a while before I get Olivia another dog.  Some say “You should have gotten her a healthy dog.”  I say all dogs give love.

The Hunch back of Notre Dame’s sister


Map of Dominican Republic

In high school I was Quasimodo’s sister.  My posture left a lot to be desired.  My head down and my eyes averted always downward.  I was however oblivious to it all until I noticed the behavior of my peers.  Fellow students and relatives were fully cognizant of my blatant defect.

I got up each day with a great attitude or at least I thought I did.  I could not see this flaw.  It’s like speaking without flossing or brushing after a hearty meal.  Some food is left in your teeth for all to see, but unless someone points it out to you or you feel the lodged food accidentally with the tongue it will of course remain between your teeth simply because you are unaware that it exists, Oh how extremely embarrassing especially when you remember that you talked more than everyone else.

No one ever hated me enough to say anything mean to my face, yet no one loved me enough to suggest that I do something about it.  It was a time when we all were trying to deal with puberty and self awareness.  My family sure sucked.  If only my mother or father didn’t just accept me the way I was.  However, I am grateful that they loved me in spite of my cowering appearance.

It would be great to erase that time.  However it happened and nothing will change that memory.  I’ve met many people just like me.  They seemed to be normal or acceptable.  We were just   going forward and in like company.  Unfortunately, we all had something underlying in our past or present that prompted us to bend forward and look down at the ground.

Today, I find myself extremely conscious of my appearance.  However, it’s after many years of just accepting myself to be just unlucky. Since then, I’ve deeply questioned why my posture was such an impediment for me. I found many good answers because it carried over to my temperament and attitude about my life.  Hopefully I can share them all in future blogs.  There is always a good time and place.