clog”…

My fondness for these little open heeled wonders began in high school…they were big in the 70′s.  I couldn’t get enough of them then or now, all of which makes their assortment rather convenient…

Besides your garden variety…you have clogs for the artisan and fashionista.  You can find them in shiny patent leather or lined w/fur to keep your toes warm & cozy.. You can wear them to work or just to hang out in…

Is it any wonder why I enjoy them so much?   Even if no one else considered them a “classic”  you’d still find me wearing them!!   So keep on clogging!!! 

Met a young woman the other day who’s apartment is cooled by a box fan…(mind you it’s 95 degrees)… she’s trying to get into culinary school.  Taught me a lesson in gratitude & made me angry over socio-economic  injustices, diploma mills &  greed.  Also made me thankful for prayer…

I hate pride…the pride that makes me race the guy trying to pass me in my beat up car & the pride that makes the guy think he can beat me!! 

If I could only learn to love past 5 ft 3 inches…

I once read as a definition for KINDNESS : “sympathetic patience”…  Sometimes I like to take a moment & meditate on how that describes God…Wow, blows my mind!  God is soooo kind…

It’s funny… I’m often accused of speaking too formally by my peers… and when my ”professional” contemporaries find out I lack their degreed status…they either think I’m trying to impress them OR I hear them  trying to “dumb down” our conversations.  I wish both ends of the spectrum would “GIVE ME A BREAK”!

Chocolate….more insidious,tempting &  addictive than crack!  In my house anyway…

I’m going to miss not having red hair when it goes gray….just don’t let me hold on too tight…  Nothing worse than an old lady with “bad red dye” ! 

That reminds me…(don’t ask why) I hate it when I think an old man is being attentive because I’m imagining he thinks of me as a daughter or granddaughter only to find out…’THAT’S NOT WHAT THE OLD FARTS THINKING!!!!  Happens all the time!!! 

Why do I always say…”When I win the lotto” when I don’t even play?

Ok, this is probablly weird, but I love that cold chill you get after cooling down after a good workout…so cold you almost need a sweater…LOVE IT!

Best smells in the world….the top of a baby’s head, rain heading in & knowing things might cool down, coffee, fresh bedding  & Friday’s…yes friday’s even “smell different”… 

Hello…I’m Sheila…(hello Sheila)  I’m a magazineaholic…. whew, first step…

Ok, time to get on with the day…wonder what it will be like?  I know it will be filled with new mercies for which I am truly thankful…

I miss the songs the trees sang in Ohio

Or was it the song of my youth?

My spread of choice?  A green and orange, fluffy, slick, polyester sleeping bag….oh, and did I say large?  Which brings me to the subject of this post… Although Iggy patiently supports my bedding  eccentricity,  he does not understand how it could be worth, paying good money to trapse back and forth to a laundry mat?  A necessity due to the incompatibility of my spread VS washer…

What no one knows is how much I look forward to my bi-monthly (ok,   sometimes monthly…I flip the dang thing over ok?!)  trip to the aptly named, “Fun Wash”.  For me it’s a treat, I look forward to…. so much so that I have my little laundry “routine” down by now.  I’m telling you, Rainman has nothing on me!   I usually wear little to no makeup on laundry day, which in itself is a wonderful luxury to allow oneself.  I choose the most comfortable ensemble I can find (I draw the line @ public PJ’s!) and of course, there’s (like choosing the right wine w/dinner), which book to bring along for the duration….

Ok, I know it’s silly and simple but that pretty much describes my personality in a nutshell.  I take pleasure in some of the silliest most simple things around…  What do I enjoy about it?  Well, I like the white noise of the humming washers and dryers.  I like to observe the sea of humanity that streams in and out…. the quiet guy w/the tattoos, piercings and large black gages in his ear lobes.   The girlfriends…or are they sisters?  Who seem to have an unspoken language.  The African American laundress whos face bespeaks a wisdom that makes me sigh with appreciation.  Then there are the kiddos…  Some poor frazzled mama almost always has one or several in tow.   Today it was a cute little girl who might have been pushing four, who’d made a game of running around tapping the washers that were in use.   Tapping  the one in front of me,  she looked at me & I looked up from my read & smiled.  I decided I needed to read one more chapter  and  put another quarter in the dryer…

It was a hoot to see Kathy’s face!!!   I’m also thankful we got to share in the celebration of this new milestone in her life & the life of her family.

What?! Whoa! Hey!

A few thoughts….

I love…

People who are “real” (sincere, authentic…not full of crap! Usually people on the other side of brokenness)

People who try to do good without caring if they “look good”

I love observing people who are “ok with silence”…(1 Thessalonians “Study to be quiet”)

I love color, light, dance, words, poetry, song, sculpture, you name the medium! I love ART!

I love to see people go the distance in relationships….through all the ugly & messy!

A few things I don’t like

I don’t like “fake” people…

I don’t like people that ask you how you are & really don’t care to know…

I don’t like that the world is always “in a hurry!”

I don’t like conservatives who use dogma as an excuse to judge & hate (usually gays, blacks, jews, women, anyone who doesn’t tow the line)

I don’t like liberals who use dogma as an excuse to judge and hate (usually any brand of Christendom)

I don’t like fish!   BUT…..I wish I did!

Ok, ramble’s over for now….

Iggy the pancake master making delicious buttermilk pancakes

Rebecca loves her Ebay phone...

Max was pleased Rebecca insisted on him getting a treat...

It was a wonderful 2008…looking forward to the new year to come…