Monday, September 28, 2009

A Pearl of Wisdom.



"A pearl is a beautiful thing that is produced by an injured life. It is the tear [that results] from the injury of the oyster. The treasure of our being in this world is also produced by an injured life. If we had not been wounded, if we had not been injured, then we will not produce the pearl."


Stephan Hoeller

I was sent this quote via e-mail. The timing was perfect. You can visit the site by clicking this link beliefnet.

Have a good day.

Lyn

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Life is good.


It was absolutely beautiful out today. I was extremely hungover from a night of self-pity binging, but I was hell bent on going out and doing "stuff".

Everyone has their own hangover cure. There is the Bloody Mary, the Bloody Harry (same as the Mary but more than enough spicy ingredients to grow hair on your chest), wheat toast with honey, tea, soup, or anything extremely greasy. There are more but I think that covers my tried and true list. Most hungover humans would likely return to bed to sleep away the banging in their heads, swearing off alcohol while shaking and hoping that they don't throw up the little food they managed to get in their mouths. Me being the strange person that I am, I do not run for the covers and pillows. I do see the comfort in doing so, but nope. Not me.

I get urges. An impulse. Usually it tends to be harmless like, I have to get outside. If it's summer and the pool is open I grab a book and head to the pool. The water is refreshing and I snap back to reality. If it is winter and freezing freaking cold out I take a walk or just sit on something till my butt freezes. Another way of achieving this form of therapy is to take a cold shower. Set the shower to warm at first. Once your body is acclimated to the temperature shut the hot water off. Two minutes usually does the trick and then you can ease the hot back on.

Back to my day of the urge to splurge. Yes. I spend. That can be a very bad thing if not monitored. We had planned to go out today anyway, but I didn't bank on my oldest son calling me on it first thing this morning. So my lovely son Aaron comes into my room wondering why I am not up, dressed and ready. The cogs in my head start turning as I stare into his bemused face(probably wondering if I really am his Mom or a hideous alien with freaky hair). Snap! It hits me. Shit. OK. I am up.

Our agenda for the day included Apple picking at the Orchard, lunch at Chili's, and then a final viewing of Harry Potter & The Half Blood Prince before it hits DVD. So,
Mom, Aaron, Zach, and I piled into Mom's wicked cool car and off we went.

Our little day of fun was the best day a Mom with a nasty hangover, clogged nose, whiny and hyper 4 year old, teenager who chose to be with family for the day, and Mother/Grandma who helped me to make it happen and while smiling, could ever ask for.

Apple Orchards: $25.00
Chili's: $15.00 (It was $57.00 but mom had a gift card and we had to tip of course.)
Movie: $16.00 for 4 of us. Sweet. That's because the theater we went to shows out dated movies.)
Total for the day: PRICELESS

I could care less about my aches and pains, and the woe is me crap. I spent the whole day with Mom & my boys.

Life is good. God is great. And I am heading for better things to come.

Sweet dreams.

I hope your day was great as well.

Lyn

Friday, September 25, 2009

The Princess & Spanish Heritage

***Updated due to the author's unruly hangover. Never blog while intoxicated!***

La Quinceanera is the equivalent of the Sweet Sixteen minus one year. What's that you say? That doesn't make any sense? Let me enlighten you. When a young girl of Latina descent ages to her fifteenth year she becomes a woman. We celebrate this like a wedding. Huge Cake. DJ. Party favors. The whole I am a good girl rite of passage. This was the year "Princess" was written. All I wanted to do was shoot the dumb bitch! Happy endings my ass. Eek. Did I say that out loud? Whatever.

These are the words from MY 15 year old mouth to paper. I am not editing anything because I find it amusing.

A special thank you to Anthony Nam Hoang for recovering the Princess and for being such a great friend & Artist.(OK. So I edited a "couple" of words but this is the POEM. If you are looking for fireworks or a parade tell them they missed my house. Kidding of course.)


THE PRETTY PRINCESS

Once upon a dreary day,
a pretty princess went out to play.
She walked and hopped and skipped along,
singing a merry fairy song.

At that same time a wicked witch,
was scheming up a double switch.

"I'll take those ugly gross roses,
that all the fair maidens smell with their noses"

"I'll switch the smell. Yes that's what I'll do.
I'll take the old smell and give it a new."

Hocus Pocus Alaca Zeep,
whoever smells roses shall fall asleep.

Hocus pocus Alaca Zears,
they shall fall asleep for a hundred years.

Now back to the princess who's still skipping along,
singing her merry fairy song.

Until! She came upon a bunch of roses,
that all the fair maidens smell with their noses.

She plucked one here, she plucked one there,
she plucked some more so she could share.

But then she smelled a horrible smell,
she soon became queasy and weazy and fell.

As everyone knows along came a knight,
who wheeled and squealed at the horrible sight.

"My Lord, this Princess is under a spell,
she has fallen asleep by that horrible smell

He picked up a rose and took a whiff
and he fell asleep by just one sniff.

On and on and on this went,
people falling asleep by this horrible scent.

But soon, very soon, they'll all be asleep.
Then there will be no one left to weep.

So..If Anyone sees a bunch of red roses,
that all the fair maidens smell with their noses,

Think twice before smelling that horrible scent,
Else you may find where all the rest went.

Lyn Hernandez

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Saturday, September 19, 2009

I couldn't resist.




OK. So I have been so busy I haven't really been on-line much. It feels like I haven't been on in forever. Hence the lovely image above. (I thought it was freaking hysterical!) "Happy everything" pretty much sums up the way my Dad would express himself. He likes to be left alone unless you are immediate family. Not that I want to be left alone. I just have my plate full.

Speaking of happy, guess what? The Princess poem has been located. Nam found it and sent a picture with a promise to scan and send it later tonight. I know that he is out having fun today, so I probably won't get it right away. But I know that he has it, and that made my day.

I'll be back soon.

Lyn

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Smile. :)


Hi there. Did you miss me? No? Yes? It's OK. I am well, but a bit busy. I shall return soon enough.

Sweet dreams.

Lyn

Friday, September 11, 2009

Samuel Kirkman & a poem

I love creativity. I love that there are people out there that ooze talent that inspire others to create as well. I happened upon this genius Samuel E. Kirkman
one day and have been following him since.


Ouwangalaymah!

I want for you to read a better view of Sam from one of his friends. I would not be able to write this as well as she did Cynnarcisi.

Through ages of art there came the great
that saw and sang, and scribed the late.
To be among the here and now and know
that Each of us has a tale untold
Awaiting for a soul to unfold
Some pen in hand others at
the keys still some with
brush and paint and
Charcoal still
we will
not
be
among the
years of lost.

Lyn

Never forgotten. Always remembered.


Photo from Here.

Do you remember?


Photo from Here

I do.


Image from Here

Would I go back and fight for my country? Yes! I would.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Antsy.

Z-man is going in for his consultation today. I am still awake. I read a short "Plum" novel, but I am antsy. It's all paperwork, and a review of what's to come. Bah!

I'll probably be completely covered in splotches of red rash before the days end. Stress and I don't play well together. No worries. I will plaster on that smile of mine so Z won't notice a thing.

Lyn

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Sigh...



I hear you loud and clear Chuck!

How about giving our readers a better view of what we are up to?

What's that Chuck?

You think it's a good idea?

OK.


Photo by Midwest Broadcast

Obviously I did not trash my computer. That is an image of what my mind feels like.

I have good news, bad news, and of course the ugly. (Great flick if you haven't seen it. If you don't like it, keep it hushed. My Father loves the movie.)

Good news is I have shuffled the jobs and with a reward. I am no longer employed at insert name of blank (my move, not theirs.), and I am still at the "love of my life" job. Along with this good tidings bit is my possible move onward & upward. Crossing my fingers, and hoping it falls into place.

The bad. Well you saw the image above. I have a few projects I have been working on. One of them is making my skull want to crack. I want all three to be perfect. I think I might have to simmer at least one of them for now. Two of the projects have been ongoing and nudging me to the edge of insanity. (Thank you to my chum who swore he would assist and still has not for 1 of 2.)

I am on my own for the second. That is a private vendetta that I have to deal with. I may or may not share that one.

Ugly: No ugly here. I am beautiful no matter what they say.

Christina Aguilera - Beautiful lyrics

Don't look at me

Every day is so wonderful
And suddenly, i saw debris
Now and then, I get insecure
From all the pain, I'm so ashamed

I am beautiful no matter what they say
Words can't bring me down
I am beautiful in every single way
Yes, words can't bring me down
So don't you bring me down today

To all your friends, you're delirious
So consumed in all your doom
Trying hard to fill the emptiness
The piece is gone left the puzzle undone
That's the way it is

You are beautiful no matter what they say
Words can't bring you down
You are beautiful in every single way
Yes, words can't bring you down
Don't you bring me down today...

No matter what we do
(no matter what we do)
No matter what they say
(no matter what they say)
When the sun is shining through
Then the clouds won't stay


And everywhere we go
(everywhere we go)
The sun won't always shine
(sun won't always shine)
But tomorrow will find a way
All the other times

'cause we are beautiful no matter what they say
Yes, words won't bring us down, oh no
We are beautiful in every single way
Yes, words can't bring us down
Don't you bring me down today

Don't you bring me down today
Don't you bring me down today

Friday, September 4, 2009

Z-file:Breaking news!

Breaking news! Zachary declares that not all bugs are good bugs! A quote from Mr.Z-Man stated, "Bad bugs. I don't like that bug." Mr. Z would not elaborate for fear of discrimination charges. It appears that this once brazen youth has had a change of heart. Is it for the greater cause of insects and arachnids? We can only wait and watch as his genius for discovery grows. Stay tuned for further developments.

My little Entomologist wannabe has changed his mind over the course of one week. Let's see what could have possibly have changed my little bubbies mind. Could it have been the endless days (or so it seemed) of the Battle of the fleas? Perhaps it was his being the only one in a group of people to take on multiple mosquito bites even though Mommy made sure to put on protection. Or would it be that he is ultra sensitive to bug bites (the Docs diagnosis not mine)? I am not sure so let us examine other factors.

Ever hear of learned behavior aka monkey-see-monkey-do? My child Z (my bubbie or z-man as I sometimes call him) has been so observant. How sweet is it that he has watched unnamed children run squealing from bees and flies not knowing the difference between the two. I am tickled pink knowing that my fierce warrior of the spider world now cringes at the sight of a web. Why wouldn't I want my precious little man to explore and find things out for himself within reason. It's OK Z run away squealing with the other kids. Mommy loves you no matter what.

Mom and Dad do not let your children get so scared of bugs that it is crippling. Explain to them the different types of bugs if you can. If you need assistance look it up. What a great way to spend time with your child. Do you have a phobia regarding an insect or perhaps all of them? It is not genetic. You can be part of the problem regardless of what you think.

I AM part of the problem here. I was a flea vigilante and took any insect in general down. After so many days of dealing with bugs my tolerance for anything regarding zoology pissed me off.

Gone were the days of me sitting in the yard and letting the bugs go free. It's like they knew I was killing one of their kin. Thank God that Autumn is upon us. Otherwise I'd probably end up like the character in Gulliver's Travel.

So my mini me is no longer the Entomologist. Thanks to me, and numerous scared children, my baby boy is now an Endthemallogist. Don't bother looking it up. If you do find it, and it has to do with Z's anti-bug movement please forward the info.

Sweet dreams.

Lyn

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Checking in.



Yes. That's all folks. I have been super busy. I will catch up on blogs soon. Plus I have that "project" I have been working on. I haven't had a chance these past few days, so that needs attention too. I hope all is well and have a great day!

Lyn