The Way We Were



Pensive



First Communion 1963?











Mem'ries,

Light the corners of my mind

Misty water-colored memories
Of the way we were
Scattered pictures,
Of the smiles we left behind
Smiles we gave to one another
For the way we were
Can it be that it was all so simple then?
Or has time re-written every line?
If we had the chance to do it all again
Tell me, would we? Could we?
Mem'ries, may be beautiful and yet
What's too painful to remember
We simply choose to forget
So it's the laughter
We will remember
Whenever we remember...
The way we were...
The way we were...
The Way We Were,
Lyrics by Barbra Streisand

So...

My sister Carol was going through Mom's things and ran

across these antiquated photos of me.

Like most old pictures, they had no names or dates on the back.

I run across old photos like these all the time when I'm out thrifting and wonder,

who is this person, where were they from, what kind of life did they have?

It's sad really, no one will ever know who or when they were.

Well, I got busy putting info on the back of all the photos she sent me.
Can't have my photos floating about without any info,
people need to know who I am, who I was!!!

School and special event pictures are always fun to look at because

someone took the time to fix your hair and make sure you had decent clothes on
and generally looked presentable.

And isn't it funny how one year you think you're looking pretty good

and the next year your thinking OMG what happened???

7th grade 1965
(check out the bad eye)

8th grade 1966



Sophmore year 1968

Kind of like this one!!!

And I really thought I was stylin with that hair!
I like the First Communion one,
I wish my hair was still red like that, not this gray stuff.


1972- ish. Chicago beach



2010 Ren Fest with Nathan

I still feel young, my body doesn't hurt, no arthritis happening,

 not too many wrinkles yet, generally feeling ok.

I was supposed to be wearing my glasses in all of these photos,

notice they only show up in one?

Looking over these photos I realize, I was a dreamy child,

not really connected to the real world.

Not much has changed in my 57 years! 

Sometimes when I'm sad, I wonder,

what have you done, what have you accomplished,

will anyone remember you?

What about you?

How has your life been?

Till Next Time,

 Bonjour



Food For Thought

Your ideas will keep pouring out,

write them down.

Remember that the joy lies in the process and

not necessarily the end result.

So...

This is my horoscope for today,

what do you think it means?

Till next time,

Bonjour

Someone's Trying To Steal My Aura!!!

I've been thinking about it for quite some time now.

You go through life being who you are, improving when you can, keeping what you like, changing what you don't. Sounds like a good plan to me.

BUT, the people around you have other ideas. I'm talking about the mean people, the toxic ones.

THE AURA STEALERS!!!

Let me set the stage.

Cast

Heather, my daughter

Harry, soon to be son-in-law

Steve, my husband

I, me

Rose, woman
Magic, everywhere
Location

cute cafe, Historic Downtown Waxahachie

Heather, Harry, Steve & I were having a late lunch in a cute little downtown cafe.

Just chatting, enjoying each others company. We were approached by a woman who claimed to know Harry. After much discussion it was decided that she didn't. Then she turned her attention to Steve & I, talking about our Aura's, telling us we were Indigo Children. She wanted us to visit a cafe she frequented. The Enterprise....  A cafe where people like us hang. She also wanted us to visit her Church, a New Age Church in Dallas. She chatted with us a while, talking about new age, aura's, stuff. All this wicky talk was making Heather nervous. After giving me her contact info she left.

Heather was going on about the woman being weird, telling me, don't even think about going to that church, ETC,ETC,ETC.

I did try to contact the woman via email. No luck.

That was about 7 years ago.

The reason I bring this story up....

I am,

HUM...  

a very flamboyant person.

I have tried to fit in, really. I have.

BUT....

Let me just say, there are people in my life who want to steal my Aura. Who are actively trying to make me miserable, who never say a kind word, who point out my every mistake, who never acknowledge my triumphs, who are afraid, who deny the magic in our world. I could go on, but I think you get my point.

WHY?
Your guess is as good as mine!
Maybe they feel threatened, inferior, or any host of things. I don't know. What I do know is,

the Aura stealers are out there and I'm their target.

SO... what to do?

I'm working on that.
I've had enough and then some.

Are there Aura stealers in your life?

How are, or, did you handle them?



ME



AND THE BIGGEST QUESTION!

Why should I have to fit in anyway?

This story is not over.

Till next time.

Bonjour