To Face Book or Not to Face Book

Face Book has got to be one of the most incredible social experiences of my life. I connected with people and friends that I had not seen or spoken with in years. I sat with my year book trying to remember who was who while my kids watched and laughed at me, “what you think you are still in high school or something?” I dismiss their poking fun at me. "Silly Rabbit, Trix are for kids."  I say, they look at me like I'm nuts which I am and we all know it.

FaceBook has been a therapeutic experience. I have mended fences, found really great friends, keep in touch with the people I love, and have made great new friends. I find humor in the silly quizzes, they are fun and distracting. The applications are hysterical, I love sending “mangos” and such for no apparent reason. And, of course, Face Book is a window into everyone's life which is not only entertaining but dramatic to say the least.

The one thing, I found is that no one has changed much. We have grown older, but we have not changed one bit. The funny guy, is still the funny guy now. The nice guy, still nice, maybe nicer. The guy that was full of himself, is still full of himself, even more. The gossip, still is the gossip. The quiet one, still quiet. No one has changed one single bit. Sometimes, when I'm on Face Book it feels like I'm back in grade school.

And, then, of course there is the silent stalker.  You know the one, this is the guy that never comments.  He may not even be your friend but a friend of a friend who watches your every post.  This is the guy that'll come to you in a gathering and act like he knows all about you because he does, and you are baffled because, "Who the heck are you?"  Creepy.

You would think that after all the hard blows that life has thrown at us, all of us, we would somehow realize that we are just here on Face Book to try and get through our challenging days. It's a fun way to socialize from the comfort of our home. It's a great way to put a smile on our face after a hard day. It's awesome that we are able to connect with people we love who are half a world away. It's a great place to be, but it's supposed to be fun.

Like any other community, there are always those that just don't get it. This is just a way for us to interact not over react. What we post everyone sees. What we think and write, everyone reads. When we comment on one particular thing, everyone knows. If you put it out there, it will come right back; and, unfortunately, it may not come back the way you intended it to be because people misread, misinterpret, and misunderstand.  Soon, you are caught up in a twisted web of Face Book threads that you can't get out of.   You are left wondering, "what in the world?"  You got to love it.

Copyright ©Lucy Tamajon 2012

Shattered Glass

When I was about ten years old, my brother and I were playing ball in the living room. Sure enough, we broke one of our mom’s favorite vases. We stood paralyzed staring at the shattered glass. “Yikes”, I thought. “We can fix it.” I declared to my startle brother.

My mom picked up the pieces. I just watched silently as mom desperately glued the pieces of her favorite vase back together. I knew in my heart it would never be the same, it didn’t look the same, feel the same, it just wasn’t the same. But, she tried nonetheless. And, there it was. Mom’s favorite vase, glued together, chipped, with cracks, looking pitiful.

After that day, I vowed never to keep anything that was broken. No matter how hard you try, once it’s broken, it’s broken. Nothing you can do or say can change the fact.

Relationships are the same way. Once the trust in a relationship is broken, it’s gone, and nothing you do or say can change the facts. Certainly, forgiveness is essential, but forgiveness doesn’t mean that you can erase what’s done. What’s done is done. What’s said is said. And, unfortunately some things just can’t be fixed no matter how hard we try. Things can never happen the same way twice.

The best thing to do is learn, grow, and move on. Let go of what was so that you can accept what is. Realizing that hearts can shatter as easily as glass; and knowing that sometimes a new vase may be just what you need.

Copyright ©Lucy Tamajon 2011

Sugar & Spice

The lady, an extinct species. A forgotten breed, left to parish among the so called trivial things of the past. Seems that the progressive movement has lead us into a new dark age for today’s woman.

Forgotten are the days of beautiful love letters, poems, champagne, roses, and lyrics born from the elegance of a lady. Left in the wallows of the past is the old-fashion lady who batted her eyes and even blushed when a man approached her. We traded in romance for sex.

Today’s woman in the quest for independence and equality is a washed down version of a true lady. Elegance, taste, décor, and the simple things that set women aside from the mundane has been tossed aside and exchanged for nothing more than a loud, cheap version of what was.

No need to advertise, a quiet whisper can be just as effective. No need to scream it out, a soft smile can say as much. Sometimes silence is louder than words. Women are by far the most beautiful creature created in the universe. Why do we not value ourselves for the precious gems that we are?

Call me stuffy, old-fashioned, ridiculous, and any other adjective you’d like to throw in there, but this is one girl that still believes in sugar and spice and everything nice.

Copyright ©Lucy Tamajon 2009

ACT II

I have been in a creative retreat from writing. Well, maybe not from writing but from posting here on face book.. I just haven't been "in the mood" to deal with some of the characters. Shakespeare spoke of the world being a stage and we merely it's players. I wonder what he would say of the stage that is face book. And, friends, no doubt it is a stage.

Yesterday, my friend, Sal, posted a note that referenced a note he wrote last year at around the same time. It triggered my memory, rewind 2009. Suddenly, it was November of 2008 , and two notes posted from two very different people came to mind. He wrote a note about reaching out to those we loved. I wrote about believing in Santa Claus. We both had a message, and I wondered if anyone took five to read and absorb them. I did.

We are so busy, I know. All the dishes, wash, the floors need scrubbing, there's a tiny spec of dirt on the wall. There's dusting to be done, bills to pay, TV to watch, doing groceries, cooking, and sitting in grid lock traffic. We need to do our hair, nails, go to the mall, and, of course, the gym. "Oh, I'll call her tomorrow.", we think. "I'll stop by next Saturday, and say 'hi'." But, minutes turn into hours, hours into days, days into years; and, then we're gone. Puff.

Face book provides us the opportunity to chat, talk, vent, laugh, and share with our friends and those that aren't but love to stick their nose in our lives anyway. We get to be ourselves or not. We take silly quizzes, play silly games, and we post nonsense on walls. I'm amazed at how seriously some take all the nonsense, and how we dismiss all the important stuff. I'm amazed how frivolous people are and self-absorbed. And, the drama. My goodness, Shakespeare would be amazed at all the drama.

So, here we are,. Doing it all over again. 2009 with all it's flair or lack there of, with all the drama, nonsense, and little specs of dirt that are so insignificant. Have we learned anything from last year? We were given a chance to perform yet another act. Our contract was renewed. Did we do it any better? Or, did we do it all over again, the same, forgetting promises made, and saying "oh, I'll call her tomorrow." Not taking five to just smile or post a heart on someone's wall.

See my friends, this world we live in is a stage; our lives, merely a script produced by the All
Mighty. And, without notice, our final act is written, the curtain drops, and we must take our final bow. Make sure you get a standing ovation because nothing else matters.

The sun rises on another glorious day. She sits silently by her window sipping her coffee. Her memory fades to years gone by; the words that were never said. She smiles and thinks, "what if?"

Copyright ©Lucy Tamajon 2009

The Eye of the Storm

Have you ever been caught in the midst of a Hurricane? I have. Several times. It's a surreal feeling. The sound of the wind as it tries to burst through the front door. The crashing of outdoor objects as they are hurled through the air. The incredible force of the windows shaking wanting to burst wide open. A bolt of lightening and the world is dark.

It's hard to explain what you feel or think. Your mind kicks into survival mode. Your body tenses up and you just do what needs to be done in a mechanical manner. You wait patiently for the storm to pass, for the earth and heaven to some how come to an agreement, and you pray. It can last hours that seem like an eternity. There is no power, no lights, no modern technology to fall back on. Nothing. There's nothing but you and the universe.

Then, suddenly there is silence. A calm still engulfs you but somehow it does not feel right. You hesitate, you walk to the window, the trees are still. The air is calm. You open the door carefully, you step outside, and look at the gray skies, the mist moist on your skin. In horror you stop. Something is very wrong. You realize that you are standing in the eye of the storm. You hear in the distance the fury of the wind and the sound of the rain. Your heart skips a beat and you rush for cover.

That has been my life this year; and on those quiet, good days, I realize in horror that I am standing in the center of the storm with no one but myself to lean on.

Not to worry, this too shall pass.

Copyright ©Lucy Tamajon 2009

Yakkety Yak, Don't Talk back

The topic this week seems to be words. Too many words, the wrong words, watch your words, or lack there of. It seems that everyone has something to say about everything. At times, the words to do not even make any sense. It seems people just want to talk or hear themselves talk.

Everyone is using words of if they were going out of style. We are not even going to discuss, grammar, and spelling that is a whole separate blog. We are going to stick to the subject at hand, words. I just want to tell everyone to shut the "F" up. For the love of sanity, people. Go out, go for a walk, have a drink, buy yourself something pretty, get laid, whatever it takes to just shut up for awhile, do it.

The problem is that everyone is so consumed with themselves, they do not stop to listen to what they are saying, the impact that it has, and what everyone else has to say. Everyone has opinions. There is no right, there is no wrong, there are just different ways of looking at things. And, if you cannot persuade someone to see things your way, it is okay. Let them be.

When I was sixteen, I did a great exercise in art class. There was a model and we had to draw the model's hand. Every single person in the room had a different drawing. It was the same hand from the same model, but everyone's was different. No one was right. No one was wrong. No one was stupid because their drawing was different. They were all looking at the same hand and drawing from a different perspective.

We should apply this to our everyday lives. Everyone just sees things from their own perspective. No one is stupid, we just have different point of views, and that is okay.

What I just don't get is the name calling. The ugly name calling and insults thrown just because some one has a different perspective. It is exhausting. Why is everyone so angry? I just don't get it. Therefore, I will speak of nothing but lip gloss and shoes going forward. I'm going to exercise my right to be a dumb blond and use it to it's fullest potential.

Well, just for the weekend ... maybe.

Lucy Tamajon
Writer

Copyright ©Lucy Tamajon 2009

"Pardon me, is this your noodle?"

It's a hot Sunday afternoon in Miami, and I decide to go and hang out at the community pool. It's a beautiful day. I get to the pool and there are barely any people there. Nice. I find a spot, settle in, grab my book, and relax. Not five minutes pass enters a family of four. The kids are adorable maybe seven and five. They grab a spot near me, and quickly my peace and quiet comes to an abrupt end.

Now, it's not the kids that are the issue. They are sitting by the steps playing with pool toys and floating around. It's not Arthur, that's the husband, I quickly learn his name from his "nagging" wife who's name must be the "Sweet Lenore" because all she does is tap, tap, tap at his chamber door. Arthur grabs a big raft and jumps in. No sooner he hits the water, the Sweet Lenore yells out for him. She has a nasal voice that makes me want to get up and, well, you know the voice. She doesn't seem to care that there are people trying to relax, i.e, me!

"ARTHUR!" She yells as she slaps on sunscreen. "Yes." answers softly. "We need to get the invitations for Jenny's party printed." She settles in her chair. I try to read. "We will." He says. "I don't like the print on that printer. Can we make it smaller and bolder. It's too big." She goes on, he responds. "I don't know, probably." I try to read. "Arthur! Did you remember to put sunscreen?" She looks as if she is going to go check and make sure." Yes, yes. I did." He lays back. I put down my book, maybe I can close my eyes and nap through this. She goes on and on.

"What about the goodie bags?" Everyone ignores the Sweet Lenore, but she just keeps tap, tap, tapping on his chamber door. "Arthur! What about the goodie bags." He looks as if he wants to submerge his head in the water, "I don't know. I just want to float. Can I float?" She looks at him, "Where's your hat?" Arthur is bald, I guess the Sweet Lenore was worried about a sunburn. "I just want to float.. I don't need a hat."

After about half an hour of this, I get up and decide to join Arthur. I walk in the pool, smile at the kids, and just float. I notice a noodle floating by. The Sweet Lenore is going on and on about pizza and prizes and guests for little Jenny's Birthday.

"Pardon me, but is this your noodle?" I ask Arthur. "Yes it is." He smiles. "Mind if I use it?" He is very nice, "Oh, no. Of course, please do." I grab the blue noodle. "Thanks. I usually bring my own, but I forgot today. Isn't beautiful today?" I smile. "Why, it sure is. What's your name?" But, before I could answer.

"ARTHUR!" it's the Sweet Lenore. "What is it!" Arthur actually snaps back. "It's time to go." She is standing by the edge of the pool. "But, why? It's early." He looks like a five year old himself. "Arthur. Get out. We need to leave." She turns around and starts gathering her stuff and telling the kids to pick up they're going for pizza.

"I guess you better go sounds like she'll put you on time out." He looks so sad, "Nice talking to you." He says. "Same here." He starts to turn to walk away. "Oh, Arthur." He turns and smiles. "Yes." I hand him the noodle. "Here's your noodle. Thanks."

And they leave. Finally. Some peace and quiet! Now, I can read my book and just relax as planned. Ain't I rascal?


Lucy Tamajon
Writer

Copyright ©Lucy Tamajon 2009

The Writer's Block

Sometimes, I want to write. I have so much to say, I know shocking isn't it? There are all these different conversations and ideas floating in my head. All at the same time. Again, another shocker. But, I can't get it on paper. It's not a writer's block. It's a huge cement wall that knocks me on my ass.

I have a ritual for releasing ideas. Lately, this is not even helping and the voices and conversations are way too many and too loud to even get on paper at my rapid speed. I have notes all over the place. Piles of papers and notebooks on my night table, notebooks in my purse, on the coffee table, random notes on the computer, on the calendar, planner, and on and on. It' just insane even by my standards.

My fifteen year old son who watches my insanity on a daily basis had a suggestion yesterday, "have a seminar of the minds." He said matter of factly. "What?" I asked surprised. "Yeah, that's what I do. I have mind seminars with all the voices in my head." I just looked at him in awe and thought, "Oh! No! You've inherited the voices!!!" He continued, "seminars are great because they are organized and the leader takes control. You are just having random conversations and no one is in charge."

You would think I would be worried about the fact that at fifteen my son is hearing voices and having mind seminars in his own brain, but I wasn't. I was actually listening to what he was saying because he was making sense! How weird is that! Disturbing.

Writing is all about emotions, pure and simple. It's pouring everything you've got into a blank piece of paper and hoping that you strike a cord or several cords with the readers. Not an easy task to transform yourself into other characters and experience their feelings. It's exhausting. I call it Time Traveling. I'll get into that on another blog.

For now, I'm shifting gears and scheduling a Seminar of the Minds. Hopefully, the cement wall will come down, and the emotions will pour out and onto the blank paper striking all the necessary chords creating a beautiful symphony.

Copyright ©Lucy Tamajon 2009

Take Me Out to the Ball Game

"Take me out to the ball game. Take me out to the crowd. Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jacks, I don't care if I ever get back."

"Hey! I think the ump needs glasses!" A fan yells out. The Blue turns around, smiles, and shouts back, "probably!"

You got to love it. There's nothing better than a good old fashion game of "softball" to bring the masses together. But then again, I'm an old fashion kind of girl.

Friends of all ages gathered in what probably may have been one of the hottest days of August here in Miami. Yet, there were nothing but smiles and good times to be had. This weekend Hudson County came together at Tropical Park in Miami for what was to be, and was, a great reunion.

In my humble opinion, the hi-light of the reunion was the B-Line Boys bringing everyone together for America's favorite pass-time. No frills, no special effects, nothing but a bunch of guys swinging the bat, running the bases, and scoring some runs.

From the days of old West New York Little League to present day Tropical Park, these guys still got it. This hometown girl was impressed by the quick moves, speed around the bases, and even a home run. The game had it all, action-packed from the first pitch to the last out.

In our old home-town where some of the relics of our youth no longer exists, Roosevelt Stadium, gone; the Hillers and the Bulldogs, gone; it took a bunch of great Tigers to bring us together. Hats off to the B-Line Boys for keeping the spirits of America's favorite pass-time alive across state lines reminding us decades later that we are all still one.

"Cause it's root, root, root for the home team! If they don't win it's a shame. Cause it's one, two, three strikes you're out! At the old ball game!"

Copyright ©Lucy Tamajon 2009

The All About Me Newsletter

It amazes me how egos get the best of us. How we lose track of what is really important in order to feed our ever growing and never ending egos. Most people think that it is just men that have these egos, but I beg to differ. Egos are gender-free.

I was recently asked to contribute to a local friendly newsletter put together by a group of what appeared to be very sweet ladies. We'll keep the identities of the parties anonymous so that we do not further feed their egos What started out as a group effort by all parties involved has turned out into the "ALL ABOUT ME" Newsletter for one particular lady. So much so that she is screening and deciding what to print when it is not even her job. Not only does she want to decide what is going to print, she is going to tell the writer what to write. It has become a one woman show all about her. What was a simple five or six page newsletter with basic and simple information has turned into a monster 15-page ego feeding declaration of "look at me! Look at me!" Oh, yes, and we cannot forget to put her name on everything even if it has nothing to do with her.

As a creative soul, I respect her ego's need for attention. However, I will not partake in the One-Woman Show. I simply withdrew from the drama and the bulling. Yes, sorry, bulling of this sweet little lady that wants everyone to know all that she does and how good she is and how much love she has for the whole wide world because she does not miss a beat and reminds us daily.

Oh, brother, lady. Give it a break and get over yourself. Here's a newsflash for your "All About Me Newsletter" ... the world does not revolve around you. Put that in your pipe and smoke it.

Visions of Shoes Danced in my Head

I am not one to be skittish about bugs. As a matter of fact, while my friends are freaking out over a little itty bitty roach, I stumped it dead while wearing my black and gold 2-inch single strap flats, scooped up the guts from her floor, took a sip of my wine, and dumped the corpse in the kitchen trash. The End, problem solved.

However, yesterday, I spoke with my son about some of his experiences in Kuwait. During the conversation, he mentioned the fact that there were six-foot lizards in the deserts, among other “friendly creatures.” “What! That’s not a lizard! That’s Godzilla” I yelled in horror. “Yeah, well, they are more like dragons.” He said. I was horrified. I don’t know about anybody else, but if I would see a six-foot lizard headed towards me, I’d get the “Yadda” out of there!

Then a friend said, “Think of the nice bag it would make”. I stopped dead on my tracks, no pun intended. “And, the shoes! “ I smiled. Suddenly, Godzilla looked very appealing and the fear had disappeared. “Damn, for a pair of pumps and a bag, I wrestle the creature myself! Let me at him.”

In order to understand my take on this, you need to know about my love and my obsession with shoes. Shoes make everything better for me. When I am sad, feeling down, feeling happy, excited, or bored; I shop for shoes. I look at the new designer lines and dream of them. I love everything about shoes. From Milan to New York City, from the patton-leather mary jane two tone platforms (no not an urban legend) to the metallic bronze 6-inch strappy sandal, I love them all.

As I spoke to my son and the visions of shoes danced in my head, “only you mom can take a desert storm, a mission in Kuwait, and a 6-ft dragon, and turn it into a pair of shoes.” He signed. “Think of it! If everyone was turning dragons into shoes what a wonderful world it would be!”


Lucy Tamajon
Writer

Copyright ©Lucy Tamajon 2009

God's Time Out

Okay, so as you all know, I have been stranded in a secluded island somewhere in Miami where there are bacon trees, sparkling rainbows, and baby ducks to rescue. So, I will bring everyone up to speed and hopefully I will start my blogging ways again very soon.

Last Thursday, my computer crashed! My internet went down! And, finally on Sunday evening my cell phone decided not to allow me to answer any incomming calls. I will not bore you with the technological details. At first, I went bonkers. Then one of those voices in my head said, "you need a time out. Disconnect from the cyber world and reconnect with the real world." So, I did.

I have done a lot of very interesting things, and I will fill everyone in on the details and specifics. One of the most important things I did was read a book that a beautiful soul gave me to read. Many Masters, Many Lives. It answered a lot of questions that have been really bothering me for a very long time about the people and voices in my head. Whatever, I know you all think I'm nuts. I am so deal with it.

I decided to take out my "Giant Eraser" which is awesome, (I will write about this tomorrow so that you can understand the process); and my magical rainbow marker and redo my whole life going forward. I know that you are all having issues following this blog. I understand completely. You will need to follow closely because I will elaborate on everything in the future.

This morning as I set off on my regular boring work routine, which I have decided to use my magic rainbow marker and make interesting and fun, I am pondering, "I was able to send my computer back to Dell, they are working on it. However, where do we send our souls for repair?"

Have we lost the human touch? Are we all so caught up in our cyber-space worlds that we have lost the connection to our souls? How do we re-connect with our souls?

Copyright ©Lucy Tamajon 2009

The Wall

I was told yesterday by a good friend that I have a wall built all around me and that it is really difficult to get through. I looked at my friend in awe, "Really?" I had not realized this. I wondered about the walls we all build and the "safety" we find in our own confinement.

My friend is right. I have built quite a huge wall all around me, but there is reason for this. I trust and I love. It is what I do, what I have always done, and what I will continue to do. My actions are often misinterpreted. I am often hurt. I do not mind the pain, it is through pain that we grow emotionally and spiritually eventually moving on.

I thought about the walls that we all build around us finding comfort and safety behind its confinement. We become accustomed to the "nest" that we settle in and ignore the turmoil around us. We settle for lesser things because we are afraid of stepping outside the safety of our cell. We live and share a life with someone we do not love. We hope and pray that things will get better and when they don't we start stacking up bricks and cementing ourselves in. We cry in silence. We pray before we fade into sleep. We hope for the freedom that we can only give ourselves.

We hold the key. We have the way out. We built the wall and only we can dismantle it. It will be difficult, it will be painful. There will be fear, anguish, and tears. But, it must be done. We cannot allow ourselves to sink and die in a dungeon that we have created.

This morning as I set on another glorious day in Miami, I ask you to look around you. Take a very hard look at the walls that you have meticulously built. The darkness that confines you. I ask you to release the pain, the fear, the anguish, and all that is holding you back; and, start taking the wall apart one brick at a time. Find the light. Head to it. Be brave. For there is no greater fear than that which we have created ourselves.

Copyright ©Lucy Tamajon 2009

A Life Not in Vain

I was told not too long ago, “oh, you are just too nice”. “Thanks, I guess,” was my response and a flashed my smile. I’m not sure exactly why I wouldn’t be “nice”? What’s the alternative? Being mean? Being bitter? Being angry? Why? I don’t understand it.

In any event, I take being “nice” as a compliment; Lord, knows I have been called worse things.
I don’t see myself as being nice, however, I just am. One of my favorite poems is, “Not in Vain”, by Emily Dickinson. I have it taped on the front cover of my daily planner. I want to share with you because it is how I live my life on a daily basis.

Not in Vain
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain.
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live my life in vain.

Today, smile at a stranger. Say good morning to someone that otherwise you would have ignored. Don’t cross the street when you see the “homeless bum” walking your way. Say, “thank you” to the cashier at the grocery store. Give your child an extra hug and a big sloppy kiss. Write your hubby a little love note. And, when the angry jerk on the road cuts you off, flash a smile and say “God loves even you!”

Mother Teresa said, “God does not desire us to do great things, but to do little things with great love.”

Copyright ©Lucy Tamajon 2009

That's what Friends are For

It’s amazing to me how “friends” seem to wander in and out of our lives. I think this is okay. Sometimes, we have friends that last a life time. Sometimes, we have friends that last a week. I am okay with this. I understand the concept of friendship. We cannot talk to people all the time. We are busy adults. We are not 15 anymore and friendship means something more.

However, there are those so-called “friends” that are more like “leaches”. They hang on to us when the ride is good, when we are on top, when things are going are great. They make sure that you know that they are your friend by making comments like “you know I’m here”, but they are not the ones calling. Yet, when things were good, they were the ones calling you. They were the ones texting and leaving messages on the machine. Real friends don’t even have to say those words because we already know they are there because regardless of the situation that you are in, they call, they care.

It always makes me giggle when this happens because I understand that people come and go in our lives. They serve the purpose that they serve and that is ok. I understand that there are people that feed off others and really do not understand the concept of friendship at all. As long as you are picking up the tab, they are your friends. When you can’t pick up the tab, they move to the next table.

I understand that there are those that will be there forever. We do not have to speak every day. We have grown up; and, we understand the plight of life, the importance of friendship, and the meaning of love. Hats off to friendship in all its stages.

Copyright ©Lucy Tamajon 2009

My Secrets to Looking Young

I am often asked, "how do you keep yourself looking so great?", or "young?"... Of course, I am always, always flattered and very grateful for the compliment. Well, I thought I share some of my secrets.

Diet

You not only eat "like a bird" but eat what birds eat; i.e, twigs, leaves, dirt, fungus, and; of course, the occasional worm... but, only for your protein intake and if you feel really light headed and are fearful you will pass out.

Drinking

everyone says drinking makes them fat! Not at all... here are the "Skinny drinks"

Skinny Margarita - Tequila with a twist of lime. (No salt! You'll puff like a blow fish)

Skinny Martini - Vodka with an olive.

Skinny Whiskey sour - Whiskey, no sour, on the rocks.

Skinny Cosmo - Vodka with a tiny splash of sugar-free cranberry

Skin Care

When you go to your favorite cosmetic counter, ask for:anti-aging, anti-sagging, anti-wrinkle, firming, lifting, smoothing, retinole-infused, SPF 65, colleagen, botaflin, Vitamin E & C, antioxidant, brightening, spot reducing, I don't want to look like Joan Rivers or Goldie Hawn cream. :o)

StarbucksI love starbucks - No it's not fatting! Order:Vente, soy-latte, non-fat, sugar-free vanilla (I live on the edge!), NO WHIP CREAM! Please.

Exercise
Sex

Entertainment
-Don't take yourself too seriously, be happy in your own skin (wrinkles, sags, and all), and laugh often.

Copyright ©Lucy Tamajon 2009

Mornings

I love mornings. The quietness of waking up at the touch of the sunrise. There is a silence and peace that fills your every fiber. I do not use an alarm clock, I wake up when I wake up; when the universe tells me, “it’s time to start doing it all over again. Today, you have a brand new start.” I do this every day. I live for the minute.

This morning there is an incredible peace in my home. The windows and glass sliding doors are opened; my boys are sleeping; the coffee is on and the aroma is delicious; there are no sounds, but the sound of the sunshine, and the warmth of the peace within. I am grateful that all the characters in my head are still dormant and that I am able to sort out the clutter before they awake.

Mornings are not meant for mayhem but to reflect on the day ahead. I wish all love and peace today. Let’s open our minds and our hearts and create a beautiful world together.

Have a Strawberry of a Day

Copyright ©Lucy Tamajon 2009