Hi Everyone, I would like to give a shout out to Ann over at Good Days for nominating me for the Blogger Recognition Award. Thank you so much Ann for your kindness and support. By the way folks, if you haven’t already done so, you should run on over to Ann’s place and check things out. I think you’ll be glad you did.
Also, I’ve nominated each of you and if you are so inclined, you should do the same–
so here are the rules:
1. Thank the blogger who nominated you and provide a link to their blog.
2. Write a post to show your award.
3. Give a brief story of how your blog started.
4. Give two pieces of advice to new bloggers.
5. Select 15 other bloggers you want to give this award to.
6. Comment on each blog and let them know that you have nominated them & provide the link to the post you created.
Hmmm.. a brief story… I decided to start a blog because a couple of friends had blogs and said it was fun and easy to do.
Advice…1– browse around often— theres lots of great stuff out there
2– comment often—let folks know you’re out there
- Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss
- Lessons Learned from the Flock
- The Renegade Press
- The Enchantress
- Tea and Tales
- BEING TWENTY 101
- Colours of India
- A Thousand Bits of Paper
- A Thousand Bits of Paper
- Jennifer Nichole Wells
- Scattered Scripturient
- Testing, testing
The moment I opened my eyes I felt that urge. It was the same urge I’d felt last night, standing like a hidden object in the shadows of my mind. For more than a month, my mind had been plagued with its ever so present being. I couldn’t shake it nor would I force myself to face it. Opening and closing my eyes, I put forth a valiant effort to send it back into the recesses of my subconscious. To my dismay, this seemed to cause an increase in the intensity making it apparent that it was more determined than ever to be fulfilled. Wait, could an urge be “determined” or was I overthinking this? Was I taking this yearning and giving it life or did it already have a life and existence of its own? I was certain that at the very least it had an existence and a very powerful one. Lately, I’d had so many middle of the night awakenings that I was beginning to see dark circles under my eyes. My excessive pride and the floor to ceiling mirrored walls in my bedroom told me that I had to find a way to satisfy this urge without completely giving in to it.
I had to work fast, and my proclivity to lose myself in puzzles and riddles, paired with my extreme delight in doing so, would certainly come in handy as I faced this daunting task. I would have solicited the assistance of one of my roommates, but I feared neither of them would have the patience nor the courage to do so. I was undoubtedly about to delve into something bigger than my roomies and I combined. That thought alone shook me to my core, which was a completely new sensation to and for me. Fear had never been an emotion I allowed myself to submit to.
I inhaled long and deep – allowing my lungs to inflate to full capacity. As I exhaled, I closed my eyes and felt my mind coming to rest at a blank, black wall. My breathing became slow and rhythmic, as if keeping time with the seconds that ticked away loudly on my wrist. I stood motionless. I gradually opened my eyes and surveyed my surroundings, and I let my eyes adjust to the light. As the room came into focus, I spotted it… that tall, slender double decker that taunted me in my dreams.
There was no more holding back. I’d fought as long and hard as the next person. There was no question as to whether or not I would give in- the real question was, to what degree?
As I pondered, I found myself reaching out-
Before I could stop myself, I’d opened the door, removed the box and cut a huge hunk right out of the center of that decadent chocolate cheesecake.
I didn’t eat it right out of the pan, so I didn’t completely give in —
4th Issue: What is the difference between two of those flat “air” laptops and one of those inch-thick deals? How was I supposed to know that our laptops had to be “binned” separately and that the weirdo watching the monitor would keep that little tidbit to himself? When did I get a clue? Not until the young fellow wearing the almost sagging Dickie uniform pants sauntered over to the “hey don’t touch that lane” and picked our computers up. He glanced over in my direction, asked if the laptops were mine, advised me of my error, then slowly, and I do mean slowly, meandered away with my laptops and that damn single bin in hand.
Note to self- contact Airport Security – AGAIN—ref: no signs warning that while at security (at 6:45 a.m.) you will encounter an almost sagging Dickie clad, James Bond, Jr. in drag who hates his job, is obviously paid by the hour and needs a better belt as you are trying to catch a flight that leaves gate C35 at 7:10 a.m, on Friday, July 21, 2017, and you’re on Concourse A.
Yes, this is a true (4 part) story and yes, we did make our flight. (:
Issue number 3: When did it become necessary to take small children out of strollers before passing through security?
We don’t fly very often so the security –baby out of the stroller thing was news to me. Soon after hearing the instructions, I snatched Jill and Corey up, folded the stroller and placed it on the conveyor belt from hell. You know the one that moves your belongings along at a snail’s pace, all the while giving some weirdo, who moonlights as a voyeur, an x-ray vision of anything that passes his creepy screen-veiled eyes.
Note to self- contact Airport security ref: no warning signs about the mean mugged dude giving stroller directives from his spot just on the other side of the machine that conducts the hands-free strip searches, who would also be standing between you and your freshly eye raped belongings, if going thru security on Friday, July 21, 2017, at 6:35 a.m.
Ok, backpacks on the belt- CHECK;
shoes and jackets in the bin and on the belt- CHECK
laptop(s) in THE bin and on the belt- CHECK
Second Issue: Why, just why, are elevators placed at the top of really high places (like parking garages) only to have “OUT OF ORDER” signs posted on them? And why on earth would anyone think that a damn arrow pointing in the direction of a flight of stairs would be of any consequence at that moment? The only “flight” people are interested in at this stage in the game is the one they’re about to miss. Could I blame this too on Expedia? Not fair… let’s place blame where blame is due. The same smart ass who has the prestigious position of riding around on that damn golf cart counting open parking spaces and putting that on the scroll bar at the foot of the garage could have added “you’ll have to walk a country mile while carrying your luggage, pushing a baby in a stroller and following a chain smoker to get to a working elevator if you park at the top”. How hard is that?
Note to self- contact Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport (MSY) ref: no warning signs about warning signs, directional arrows or chain smokers (with hacking coughs) that would be encountered if traveling on Friday, July 21, 2017, at 6:10 a.m.
We finally made it into the airport, after very likely contracting some type of incurable airborne smoker’s disease. We checked-in, checked our bags, got our boarding passes and headed to security- with a few minutes to spare.
Tori, Jill and I jumped out of bed, got dressed, packed the car and headed off to the airport. Yep, we were finally going to see “our Rayne” who lives in Astoria, New York.
Issue Number 1: Who would have thought the New Orleans airport parking would be overcrowded on the only day of the year that we decided to fly? Looks like Expedia would have had red flags flashing and blinking all over their site the day I made the reservations.
Note to self- contact Expedia ref: no red warning signs about the horrendous parking situation that would occur on Friday, July 21, 2017, at 6:00 a.m.
Even though there were signs posting which levels had open spaces, Tori and I were a bit confused, so we wound up going round and round and round – following some other lost soul until we could see daylight. No, I hadn’t planned to park in the uncovered section of the covered parking garage, but we had to catch a flight – so whatever!
Several months ago my R registered to compete in a “Tough Mudder” event. She asked me to join her but I declined. Well, this past weekend Baby T and Baby L and I flew into NY to attend the run and to cheer R on. Shortly after arriving at the venue we were informed that it was a 10 mile run with 20 obstacles. Although R and most of her friends/teammates were nervous they ran, climbed, jumped, splashed and crawled their way through every mile and, much to my surprise, through every obstacle. I have never been so proud in my life. I am the runner, jumper, climber in our family. R has never participated in anything that even resembled a run through mud. She and her sisters have always been my pride and joy and once again she has amazed me with her effort, her enthusiasm and her perseverance.