Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Today I was hunting around for interesting sites, reading blogs, and playing games(I'm not telling what I was playing. It's my getaway.) As I was searching meme's via http://thedailymeme.com/ I came upon Wednesday Weirdness
http://wednesdayweird.blogspot.com/">. Something fun for me to do while giving you completely useless knowledge of myself.
1. Is there a particular smell that turns you on? If so what is it? If I were a light switch to be turned on/off then the smell would be Steak on a Grill. Has to be Charcoal though. It's all about the combination.(Sorry to my Vegan/Vegetarian friends.)
2. Have you ever tried or considered trying a Master Cleanse type method to lose weight? No, but my dog once ate a Toilet bowl tablet. The kind that turns the toilet blue. Amount spent to see Vet: $100.00, Hours of lost sleep: 24, Smell of toilet fresh Rat Terrier: Priceless
3. When you browsing a book store for reading material, do you find yourself checking out a book solely based on the cover design? Absolutely. Sadly, the cover design doesn't always match the content of it's book. I made a funny..(silly moment:Don't-judge-a-book-by-it's-cover-cliche)Smack to the head for dumbacracy.
4. Which 80's trend were you least happy to see come back this year; big shoulder pads or neon? Shoulder pads. Bad for all frames. Unless you want to look like you are shrugging at all times. I have nothing more to say.
5. How long do you think could you disappear for until someone would notice your absence and start looking for you? Easy. Before I had children: 2 days. After: 1 hour maybe
6. Have you ever walked out of a movie and asked for your money back? Which movie(s) and why? Oh yes I did! CandyMan. My friend Dave & I went to a late night showing after Lab. We were the only 2 people in there until some punks jumped theater rooms. Briefly: Loud, obnoxious, and rude. Outcome: All were asked to leave. Dave & I? We left as well, but were given tickets to come back to a show of our choice.
7. Have you ever changed your plans because of something you read in your horoscope?
I used to read my horoscope late in the day to see if it matched what it actually was like, but I haven't read it lately at all. Hmmm. I wonder if I'm having a good day?
There you have it folks. My "Spring Roll" of useless info served to you with, or without the "Duck" Sauce.
It was so beautiful out today. A bit hot, but that didn't stop our fun. My friend & I took the kids to the park. Our beautiful boys running wild, expending all of their pent up energy.
Some of us, ahem, couldn't resist the pull to be silly. My back side is still aching, but I don't care. I had the perfect day.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
She will return tomorrow. On the agenda: Trip to the park with the boys. Camera ready. Picnic style. Oh & then work.
Tip-toeing back out.
Thank you for joining us on this very brief, and useless bit of information tour.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
It's actually quite fun. You go into the stores and you find customers that are frowning or that looked dazed. You walk right up to them and say,"Hi there. Can I help you find something?"(Make sure this is done while smiling otherwise it loses affect.)Then you find something to compliment. "That is an excellent choice for an audio book. We have more choices up front. I love your blouse by the way." Instant happiness. That is unless they are part of the Anti-Happiness Movement. In which case daggers will be throw at you in rapid succession. This forces you to shield yourself with a cheery "Have a nice day!" as you walk away to search for a new target.
This recent loss forced the emotions from the past back to the surface. I miss my friends Twisted, Chenzo, and Spud. How many people can actually say that they had a friend named Twisted? He had a real name, but no one used it. He was just "Twisted."
I wrote him a poem the day after his death not knowing that I would lose Chenzo two weeks later. I want to share with you the poem. This is in remembrance of my fallen brothers.
I don't want to see you go my friend.
I know you are safe, and well.
Still, I don't want to see you go.
I can hear you laughing,
and poking fun at all.
I can hear you asking,
about the tears that fall.
"They are for you," I tell you,
and see your questioning look.
"You've passed my friend, but its OK.
God has you in his book."
"The Angels came to get you,
and guide you on your way.
They knew that you'd not want to go,
but fight so you could stay."
"Please know that you'll be remembered.
We all hold you in our hearts.
We will jest, poke fun, and laugh for you,
because we know that's what you'd want."
"So go in peace and embrace the Lord,
He is waiting with open arms.
You've now become the guardian
of us friends that may be in harm."
I still don't want to see you go,
but I know I have to release.
My friend you left your mark
upon your friends now go in peace.
Lyn Hernandez 2/16/08
Saturday, April 25, 2009
I don't know why it keeps playing in my head. Maybe it's because I have not had a significant other in ages. Maybe it's because I miss being The other. I finally broke down, and went to You Tube to see the video.
Here is my problem. I am not menstruating. Not even close for PMS. I may be a bit tired, but not enough to make me so emotional that I get weepy. I adore Barbara Streisand & Neil Diamond. Both have extraordinary voices that will be forever etched into the minds of their fans. What then is it that is making me insane?
I believe that I am missing a connection. I have my family and friends. That's not it. There is a missing link.
SWF: seeks missing piece to puzzle. A pulse is required. Zombies need not apply.
I want flowers. I want notes. I want cards that are so dumb that I laugh out loud. I want without the sadness of the lyrics.
Change the you don't bring to I brought.
I want to rewrite this song.
You Dont Bring Me Flowers (Duet with Barbra Streisand) - Neil Diamond Duet With Barbra Streisand
Friday, April 24, 2009
You look at me, and smile.
You radiate your inner beauty.
I feel the tension in your stare.
You look at him, and smile.
You exude your pain from within.
I feel the torture brought upon you.
We feel the Tug-of-War together.
Our souls play a feisty game of Twister.
He feels like a lost Monopoly piece,
not needed, but yet significant.
You feel like a giant row of Dominoes.
Ready to take the fall,
As long as there is a smile at the end.
I feel like the Pawn in Chess.
Expendable at any given moment.
It doesn't matter what game we play.
Someone is going to lose.
May the winner be there when the loser falls.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
The title of "The supreme Hamster" goes to my son Z. With a very close 2nd & 3rd by his cousin's T & S (1st initial only for reasons I know you understand). These children can light up any room at any given time. This makes family gatherings very interesting, and totally worth the hours spent by my Mom, Sister-in-law M, Grandma J, and myself organizing. We love to get together. It's time well spent. Most importantly we love to laugh.
Laughter is key in healthy relationships. Not just with your love or partner, but with those you surround yourself with. Who wants to be around a whoa-is-me type of person? I choose to embrace my silliness, and those that are not afraid to do so themselves.
Question:If you were completely deaf but were somehow able to hear for one hour each month, what would you most often want to hear for that hour?
My Answer: My boys saying Mommy or Mom, my name from the mouths of loved ones, laughter, rain, crickets, thunder, and wind chimes.
Sounds_of_Rain_and_Thunder_on_the_River.mp3 - Rosh
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
And it must follow, as the night the day
Thou canst not then be false to any man."
When you have an open heart, and mind you meet the greatest people. It helps that we now have the technology to communicate outside of our tiny little bubble worlds. I have been meeting, socializing, and networking with the most fascinating individuals. A stand out is Blaez Google. Strength and endurance through the most trying experiences.
A comment was made to my last post that made me stop and think. Why am I afraid of posting a poem that I wrote? Who cares when I wrote it. It is my work, and I should be proud. And I agree that each poem that you write is a part of yourself. What I need to do is grow some balls.
So. I will inhale deeply (nod to Dr. Phyllis), relax, and let my hair down.
Into the dark abyss...
Black Hole Syndrome.
"I can't feel. It's cold."
Someone is pulling me down.
"Am I alive? I can't see my hands!
Stop pulling me!"
make it stop.
I want out!
"Where am I? Hello..."
"You'll be OK now.
I will protect you..."
"Who are you?"
"I am you."
A special Thanks to Blaez for inadvertently inspiring this post.
Monday, April 20, 2009
I found the poem while cleaning. Irony. Keep it,or toss it? I am keeping it.
I want to write anything, and everything. I want my words to make a difference in someones, and every ones world. I want my son's to be able to say "That's my Mom!" in excitement, not horror. I wish that someday I'll be heard. Not only by my friends and family, but by listeners, fellow writers, and readers. I wish that I could make people smile, giggle, or laugh for no reason.
I want, and I wish for others to make their difference. Speak up...Help someone speak up...The point is Speak.
I want I wish
I want. I wish
to be a fish.
But not upon
a plate, or dish.
I want. I wish.
To be the fish
that leads a school
of other fish
to think about
thier want, or wish.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Sit in computer chair. Turn on computer.
Get up from chair. See what child wants.
(Nothing just checking to make sure I am here.)
Return to chair, sit, start to check e-mail.
Get up from chair. See what child wants again.
(Playmat, and water colors. Cool. That will keep him busy.)
Return to chair, start to sit.
(More paper already?)
Get paper, give to child, return to chair.
Access e-mail, start reading.
Get up from chair. Go to child.
(No need for paper he painted his face yet again.)
Clean child. Remove watercolors. Give child Aquadoodle.
Return to chair. Hold breath, and wait. Ok. Whew!
Continue e-mail check. Ahh. That's better.
"I want playdough."
Get up again. Go straight to the bottle of Motrin. Take two.
Take a deep breath, and continue.
This lovely excercise can go on until:
a. your aching legs, feet, and head give up.
b. your cat/dog enters the room changing the childs focus of attention.
c. your child falls asleep.
d. your aching everything gives up, as the cat/dog runs away with child chasing after it, and the child passes out from the exhausting chase.
My little angel is sleeping. The cat is hiding. The house is quiet. Boy this chair feels comfy. Ok. Time to go back to my e-mail.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Photo by ridersinblack1970's-Wilkes County NC
Today I was given the gift of remembrance through the eyes of a total stranger. Our conversation was brief, but profound. I was extremely moved by his pride and passion in recalling a single occassion. All this from one very old photograph held within a book. There is more to the story, but I wanted to share this with you. Always take the time to listen to others. Don't fiegn attention. Truly listen. Not only will you have gained knowledge of something you may not have known, but you may also have helped to heal a soul. ~~Lyn Hernandez Thirty-Something Bloggers
I met this gentleman this morning while at work. He was coming to the front with a Coffee Table book. Of course I smiled at him, and commented on the books size. Instead of the usual chuckle, or on rare occasions silence, I was met by the biggest smile imaginable. He at once told me that his Grandfathers photo was in the book. Not once, but twice. So we turned to I think the 3rd page in, and there is this enlarged photo from the Civil War. At once he points to his Grandfather and says "That's him. That's him. Do you see that sword? It's been in my family for ages."
I learned so much in so little time with him, and was deeply touched by our conversation that I couldn't stop thinking about him tonight. His family still has the sword, but they lost the War Flag that was given to the family in honor of his Grandfathers Regiment.(Did I mention he was a Major for the 69th Regiment?) It's not actually lost in the sense that they can't find it, because they know where it is. It is now in a place that they cannot recover it legally. It's sad, but he said he is ok with it now.
I was going to post links for this but there were too many. I suggest Googling Cival War 69th Regiment, and go from there.
You know what's stranger than me learning this much in so little time? I never got his name.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Before I proceed I do need to let you know that I was clicking on discussions, making comments, and generally looking around. The site appeared to be inactive due to my appearing on the latest updates here and there. And no recent updates or replies on others. Back to the point.
So I say to myself, "Cool. I can blog on my page, and noone will ever read it except perhaps Phyllis."(She is a member too.) Boy was I absolutely 100% wrong. I wrote my little blog. Had a good giggle. Hit publish, and walked away to switch loads of laundry. I come back to the computer. Hit Main page tab. At the very top of the page, front and center, reads "Where is everybody?-posted by Lyn Hernandez" with the date & time! Oh dear Lord find me a rock to hide under.
Ladies and gentleman. Here is the post that cost Lyn her dignity for the day!!!
I find this wonderful site where I can share thoughts, and have discussions and I feel like I stepped into the pages of Desperation- Stephen King. Nobody around, but I feel like I am being watched. Everyone listening, but afraid to sound out for fear, or other reasons unknown. Oh look~~~*~~~*~~~Tumble weed just blew by. Well, if I can't find anyone I'll just write back and forth to myself. Might make for an interesting piece on my other blog. Man I want a cigarette. Too bad I quit. Ah well. I think I'll go find a blog to read. Carpe Diem.
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to find some ketchup to finish eating my shoes!
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
So Mom takes me shopping to pick out my defining outfit. I choose a very vibrant yellow skirt with a white top. I should probably mention that I had very dark brown hair, almost black. The final result...A Bumblebee!!! Who cares, I had a great time.
Bee on Sunflower-Jupiter Images
I had an idea for something fun to do. This actually is an exercise used in my sons class, but its applicable here if you have an open mind. OK. The idea is to designate a color and write about it in any style you wish. There are no rules except to use your imagination. Just to start things off I will pick the first color, and from there you choose whatever color you want. Hey it might inspire someone else to use the same color. In the Spirit of Easter I pick Yellow.
The sun is casting my shadow onto the Black-eyed Susan's
as I watch the bees and the bugs go to and fro.
Sipping on the best freshly squeezed lemonade,
I smile, and inhale the yellow.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Keep a journal by your bed,
because the thoughts within your head
will burst while you're asleep,and then
you'll pop awake, and find instead
of writing that you seek your pen.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Inspiration. I was reading on Thirty-Something Bloggers, http://thirtysomething.ning.com/,a discussion on creativity and what it means.
I thought that if you do anything at all that requires brain activity you are creative. I am not going to tell my son that because he does not care for Arts in general that he is not creative.
Aren't we supposed to encourage one another? If all Artistic/Creative people stopped supporting the works of their fellow artisans, where would the works of those in the future come from?
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Today I wanted to share Slumdog Millioniare thoughts. Hit play and close your eyes. Take a break from our world. Yes you will probably have your toe tapping. You may have an involuntary smile. The important thing is to breathe. Let your mind enjoy the the music.
Jai Ho - A.R. Rahman
I Wont Back Down - Johnny Cash
Gods Gonna Cut You Down - Johnny Cash
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
An Intentional Confrontation - Queensryche
Monday, April 6, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
(n.) Waste of time- the devotion of time to a useless activity. Dictionary.com-WordNet
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Photo by qvinx
What is it this time? I was awoken again last night. Not by my son, or Zona the cat. It was my nose. Oh, how I love the changing of seasons. I had a dripping faucet coming out of my head. Isn't that lovely. It probably didn't help that I had the window open, and the fan on. So I got up, stumbled on a few toys left out by Z, and sought out something to stop the leakage. Of course I did this in the dark, because turning on the lights would have been the smart thing to do. I searched for the roll of papertowels, which I knew was not too far from my bed. Groping around I found a bandana. I have a bunch of these in different colors. Now here is my problem...I am tired. My nose won't stop dripping. I have now started sneezing...Yeesh...I hope it wasn't my favorite Pink one. Ah, well. It'll do.