FOREVER YOUNG/Saturdays and Sundays

Woke up this morning and you know the old saying, "on the wrong side of the bed," so I'm hoping as the day progresses I'll be on the right side once again. lol.

I just don't like waking up miserable. I'm usually a happy person in the morning, and like to begin the day with a smile.

But I know it's Monday, and the ritual begins by watching and listening to the news. and how it presents itself with so much negativity. And then to top it off, you're mind just doesn't shut off by thinking of all the situations and problems, and then wonder how you will make it through the day.

And yes I know I don't have to watch the news, but unfortunately, it's a necessary evil. You need to know what is going on. You can't run away from life either.

So that's why I made a pact with myself. I don't watch the news on Saturdays and Sundays, because I want to feel free. I want to believe that nothing is wrong. And the fact that my body and mind needs a rest from all the turmoil that is going on in the world. I just want to  take a little time off, and enjoy this great life, that I was blessed with ..

"Life is beautiful" another saying.  There are many things and people in this life that are beautiful...and of course there's the beauty of nature, and the singing of birds, and most important, being with the one's you love, and that's why I've given myself permission to take two days off from the news, so I can enjoy what I have.

Therefore Saturdays and Sundays will always be FOREVER YOUNG.
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FOREVER YOUNG/to thy own self be true

Did you ever try to juggle so many things at one time, and somehow you got lost along the way.  You lost track of time, or you forgot to do something important, because something else presented itself that needed your immediate attention.  And whatever was important to you at the time, was totally pushed aside.

And of course the old saying is, "the first thing to go is your mind," and it doesn't matter if your twenty-nine or ninety-nine. Okay there I'm exaggerating a bit, but I think you're allow to loose your mind at that age,  in fact you probably earned it...  But you get the idea.  Too many things to do, too many people wanting a piece of you, and you're only one person.

But there is another saying "To Thy Own Self Be True."  How often are we true to ourselves. The million dollar question?

So I've decided  to take a back seat  (and no, not in my car.. lol..) to re-evaluate myself and my priorities. I want to discover who I am, and what my likes and dislikes are, all over again, regardless of how much time has gone by.

Because I don't want my mind to think one way, and my heart the other way... I want to be in unison with both of these great characteristics of myself. Who knows, I might be very surprise of what I find, then again I might not be.

But another great saying, "It's never to late to learn"...

So for me discovering myself all over again, is going to be FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/still making memories with my mom

Good news.  My mom's tests came back negative.  She's in better shape then I am. lol.

Not bad for a woman who will turn eighty-eight.... She has that good Italian stuff in her and stubborn as can be. And she's always right, even if she's wrong, but you got to love her.

My mom was and still is my role model. I'm strong willed because she is.
And this is a good trait to have especially when you're going through rough times, physically and mentally.

Yes my mom and I fight like mother and daughters do, but you know what, that's what makes our relationship so great. We fight. We laugh. And yes, WE sometimes have great conversations.

But you have to remember, she's from the old school, and has a remedy for everything, and I'm not just talking about medicine, but everyday problems and situations. And don't get me wrong, I do appreciate her input, except she  still thinks I'm still a little girl and can't handle things for myself, and I'm way over um um... well I'm not going to say how old I am, but I think you can guess. lol..

I'm thankful to God, she's still here to banter with, and I will always treasure the memories we are still making today.

So for me my mom will always be FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/writing stands for passion

When you want your manuscript published or produced, the waiting game begins. One month turns into two, then three and then after six, you might as well say, bye, bye, their not interested.

In the meantime, your aging quickly.

And because rejection is hard to swallow, and I begin to procrastinate, and ask myself, over and over again,  "is anyone ever going to look at my material?"

But because I love to write, and it is my passion, then I will continue on this path. Unless I decide to quit. Which I don't anticipate. But  I have to admit, there are times when I just want to give up, and then I remind myself, of all the reasons why I love to write.

So, I will continue to write until I'm ninety-nine, or maybe to a hundred and nine, well that's getting a bit unrealistic, but not impossible.

Because whether it is on my blog, which actually helps me with the writing process. I will continue to develop more story lines, but mainly in my mind, because that's how it works for me. Then once I've figured out what I want to write about, then it's to the computer. Writing notes, etc. to formulate my story. . And yes, my goal is to get published, but then again, my goal is also fulfilling a need inside of me. And if I have to say, what's more important, I would say ME.

I know, in this world, there are so many gifted and talented people, trying their best, to get their work recognized. And it's sad, because some will never have that opportunity, while others will flourish in the industry.

But if they truly love to write, like I do, then they'll never stop. And they won't let anyone, or anything  stand in their way, of doing the one thing, they like to do, and that is to WRITE..

And it will be an added bonus, when one day, a letter appears in the mailbox saying, "we like to published or produce your manuscript."

So for me, writing will always be FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/I finally said goodbye to my car of ten years

Well I finally said goodbye to my car of ten years. It was heartbreaking.

My car became a part of my life. It went through the good and bad times with me, and vice versa.

Many times I've sat in my car and laughed, cried or just shouted out in anger or frustration.

My car was my confidante.  And my friend.

It fitted my personality. We worked well together.. But unfortunately age has finally caught up with it, and this time I couldn't put my car back together again. I really tried, but in the end it was like fighting a losing battle.

So drying my eyes, I gave my car one last look, and said goodbye. I thanked it for all the wonderful years we had together.
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And now I hope this new car, will also become my loyal friend.

So for me my car will always be FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/the turtle in my backyard

A turtle was in my backyard. At first I was afraid. And yes I know, how can I be afraid of a little turtle, well I'm afraid of snakes too. And I didn't know if it was a snapping turtle, and didn't want it to bite me.

But of course my husband assured me, it was a box turtle, and harmless.

So it seems this turtle has become a part of our family, only it lives outside. No matter where my husband places the turtle, he or she keeps coming back. And they say turtles are slow, but I believe their faster then we think they are.  Whose fooling who?

And it seems my dogs Clyde and Ralph, are also curious about this unknown visitor, and how it landed on their turf. Yet they still welcome this turtle, and hopes he stays around to play with them for awhile. Of course they didn't tell me that, but every time I let them outside, the first thing they do is track that turtle down. And wouldn't you know it, they always seem to find him. But the turtle doesn't want any part of Clyde and Ralph, and hides his head inside his shell, whenever they get too close.

Yes this turtle has found a home, at least for now. And frankly I don't want him to leave. Now of course I'm assuming it's a he, but it could be a she and is just looking for a safe place to nest..... do turtles nest I don't know..... only time will tell.

So for me this box turtle will always be FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/I would like to see

I would like to see inner beauty, instead of physical beauty.

I  would like to see good, instead of evil.

I would like to see smiles, instead of anger.

I would like to see patience, instead of impatience.

I would like to see laughter, instead of tears.

I would like to see happiness, instead of sadness.

I would like to see success then failure.

I would like to see kindness, instead of meanness.

I would like to see understanding, then misunderstanding

I would like to see knowledge instead of ignorance.

I would like to see common sense, instead of naiveness.

I would like to see compassion and warmth, instead of coldness and disinterest.

Yes I would like to see the world through rose colored glasses, but I know this is an impossible dream, my fantasy, but then again I can still hope.

So for me I would like to see, will always be FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/nothing much to say today

Missed a day, and I guess that's going to happen once in a while..

And the fact that there's nothing new to report, doesn't warrant an interesting entry on my blog...

So, it's now Saturday and the sun wants to come out, but it's playing peek a boo with the clouds, so it keeps you guessing.  Will it be a sunny day?  Will it be a cloudy day?  Or will it end up being both. I choose the latter.

And now that we got the weather out of the way, for me, it's just one of those lazy days. And there's nothing much to say.

I'll end my writing now, and hopefully I'll have more to say tomorrow.   You just never know what kind of story lurks behind the mind and imagination. Reality doesn't hurt either..

Over and Out,

FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/life is full of paper

Life is full of paper, that's right, paper.

All the papers you find in your house, or office. In your pocketbook, wallet or wherever else those sneaky little papers might be hiding.

And while you're tearing up the papers you don't need, more papers pop out at you. Then suddenly you stop because you see a piece of paper you've been searching for since last week, and now that you've found it, it's too late, oh well, what's done is done..

Still you have to laugh....Because It's like the never ending story, only it's the never ending papers.

And even though we are in the computer era, and most of our work is done on the computer, what about the copies you need to make, or scan. What about the bills that keep coming in the mail, and what about the leases or loans that are made.

And yes, we know technology is great, but I believe no matter what society invents, paper will always be a necessary part of our lives, and our security. We need to feel and see what's in front of us. We need reassurance that all is the way it should be.

Paper also proves where we were born, and how old we are. and yes even the dreaded medicare card. Not to mention your social security, driver's license, and insurance card.  And let's not forget the passport, if you want to travel overseas, or the most important voter's card, to prove which party you're associated with, and last but not least the library card, which you don't need but is a must, if you want take out that book you've been waiting to read for months, because it's free.

Yes I believe paper will never disappear. And if it ever does, it will be like losing a close friend.

But who knows, years and years from now, society might decide to imprint us with a mark, to prove who, and what we are.... let's just pray and hope it never comes to that, for Freedom is not just a word, it's a Promise.

So for me, paper will always remain FOREVER YOUNG
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FOREVER YOUNG/my car drama continues

It's a little late for me to writing on my blog, but here it is.  I wish I had more to say then the usual nonsense, and sometimes my days are just that.  Nothing to brag about that's for sure.

My car is almost on it's last leg.  I'm just thankful I can get my car in next week for the transmission, but in the meantime every time I get into my car, I pray it keeps running until then.

And then it's on to the radiator, and finally I can breathe...

next year I see a car in the works for me, but in the meantime, I love not having a car payment.  What a relief not to have one for the last ten years....oh well, good things do come to an end, but I'm going to drag it out for as long as I can.  Do you blame me?

Okay enough about the car.

And so I will end this entry, as just one of those days after the holidays.

I really need to remember to stay FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/Shirley Maclaine

Shirley Maclaine, is a beautiful successful actress, who has achieved many goals in her lifetime.

When I was a young girl,  my hair was cut short like hers. In fact people would often come up to me and say, "You know who you remind me of, Shirley Maclaine. And I in turn would thank them,. because she is one of my favorite actress.

When I did a play in Upstate New York, "Home Free"  many many years ago, I was told by an audience member how much I resembled her. Of course I can't sing, or dance  like her, and if they ever made a movie about Shirley Maclaine's life, I certainly couldn't portray her.  But I could play her younger sister.. lol.. without the singing or dancing that is..

And now I'm reading her book,  "I'm Over All That."  I honestly can relate to a lot of the things she is saying. I believe when you reach a certain age, that you don't take life too seriously.

When your young, it seems like the end of the world, or you're so carefree, that nothing seems to bother you. It only begins to affect you, in the middle age of life. Then as you get over that stage, and you're in the final chapter of your life, then you sit back and reflect and realize, you are all over that.

Therefore it's now time to reap the benefits of what life gave you, and what you took from it. Maybe you'll be happy with the results, or maybe not, but at least you survived. What more can one ask for.

So for me SHIRLEY MACLAINE, will always be a great artist, and FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/the weekend is over, another week begins

Well the weekend is over, and another week begins.  But today is a very special day, it's Memorial Day. A day to honor all those who sacrificed their lives, to keep us from harms way.

And for those who had their fun in the sun, get home safe and sound.  And if you had a quiet weekend like I did, then good for you, sometimes you need to reflect on your life, and what you need to do, or not do, whichever it is, as long as you're happy with yourself..

And hopefully the week ahead, will be a good one. I can handle that, and so can you..

FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/Happy Memorial Weekend

Well it's finally here. Memorial Weekend officially will begin after 6pm. At least in my book  it does.
And it will be a beautiful and gorgeous weekend. For a change that is.

But it's not only a time to have fun in the sun. It's a time to remember our servicemen and women...
because  if we didn't have these young men and women fighting for our freedom, where would we be. where would our country be, and where would the world be.

Wouldn't it be great if everyone got along, and everything could have a peaceful ending. But as far back as I can remember, peace was the hardest promise to keep... and yet we still strive for it everyday, every hour, and every minute.

So I wish everyone a happy and safe MEMORIAL WEEKEND.

FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/my buddies, laughter and crying

Drama and comedy, go hand in hand.. 

And as you know there is more drama in life, then laughter.. therefore laughter needs to play a bigger part in our lives, even though in life, there is more to cry about...

But here's a little story..

When I was younger, I used to laugh and cry at the same time..And I was asked often, "how can you be crying and laughing at the same time."

Or they would ask me, which is it, "are you upset, or are you happy".... Well maybe I was a little bit of both, or maybe I just couldn't decide what I was feeling.

But frankly, there wasn't an answer.  I really didn't know, why I laughed and cried at the same time. It just came out that way....

So if  I was looking for sympathy and compassion, my laughter would make light of it..

But in the end, I chose to laugh. But I never regretted crying either..

And if you remember the old saying, "laughter is the best medicine," well, I also believe crying is also the best medicine.

Because when you cry, it releases the tension and stress in your body, and when you laugh, it also releases the tension and stress in your body.  And when you put both emotions together, you feel absolutely free, and can see your problems or situation, in a newer perspective.

I'm not a scientists or a doctor... It's just my own personal formula, because I've put these two emotions together, most of my life...

And I said most of my life because lately, the laughter is slowly disappearing, ..  and that's definitely a no, no.

Therefore  laughter and crying will always be buddies,.. and for me, these two emotions will always be

FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/my prayers go out to all tornado victims

When I didn't have my blog to write in, it felt like I lost a friend. So it's great to be home once again.

I write my blog to be lighthearted, and have fun, and to bring a laugh or two to others who visit my blog. I didn't want to  talk about drama.But I need and want to take this moment, and say to all the families who have recently suffered through these devastating tornadoes,  in Joplin, Texas, etc..that my prayers are with you.

Each day we live on earth is a precious gift, because you never know what will happen next.

The old saying is " here today, gone tomorrow," has rung true for many of these families and friends...

Sometimes words are easy to say, but it's the action that proves you to be worthy of the words, that really count.

So for me all these families will be in my heart and prayers, and therefore will always be FOREVER YOUNG.

FOREVER YOUNG/is finally up and running.

Great news, My blog is now up and running. It's been almost a week since I couldn't post anything on it, but thought I would check once again, and long and behold, it's working, and now I can post...

So tomorrow, I will begin once again, on my blog FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/change is good

Have you ever been in one of those moods, when you just wanted to clean up house. And I don't mean washing clothes, or doing the dishes

For example, I just cleaned up my facebook page.

I joined facebook to network, but it turned out to be something else. And sorry to say, the networking never happened. But that's okay, it's just time for me to move on, that's all. No hard feelings. I wish everyone great success, and a great life..

Then I'm getting ready to downsize my house.  I will be putting it up on the market next June, but as you know the market isn't what it used to be. My kids are grown, and this house is perfect for a family. We just need a smaller place...with a nice backyard so my husband can still garden. He loves to do that..and of course a yard for our two dogs..

And I'm going to delete a part of my writing group, which is the adult group. Unless I get more people who are really serious about writing, then it's time to let go.  After all I've had the group for four and a half years.   But I will keep the teen group, for now. They seem to be more interested in writing then most....and if that begins to dwindle, then I will delete that as well.  I've also had this group for four and a half years, and I enjoy my teens very much. They make me laugh, and the time just flies, when I'm with them..

Change is good for many things. And at this stage of my life, that's what I'm doing. Changing. In more ways then one...And I like to believe for the better, not worse... at least that's my goal.

I 'm also telling others I will no longer be available to help them, yet we will remain friends as always..

Life passes us by so quickly, because we are so busy taking care of others, that we forget to take care of ourselves. but I have no regrets, because I've enjoyed that part of my life, and now that  I'm not needed in the same way, well it's just time to sit back and think of what I need to do, to make myself feel  happy, and fulfilled, and that's doing something I want to do, instead of what's expected of me to do..

So change is and always will be FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/I'm still here

I didn't go away, not just yet. So you can still look for my blog, it didn't disappear.  I'll let you know when my last entry will be.

But I enjoy writing about anything and everything, so who knows when I'll call it quits. Maybe when I reach my 1000th entry, then I can say that's it, I have nothing more to say.

Therefore, please continue to enjoy the little segments of my life, and others, and the stories that I might tell or not. And thank you again for your interest and I hope you continue to view my blog

FOREVER YOUNG.

FOREVER YOUNG/the writing process will always be

It's Monday again.   It seems to come around faster and faster doesn't it.

Well today I will begin the writing process, again....I will work on a story and then hopefully get some ideas for another script.

I am anxiously waiting to hear about my other script that has been sent in for a pitch competition, and my short story of Angelina's Heartfelt Journey, which has been sent out to a publisher.  Probably will send it out to another one as well...

Such a process this is. In this business all you do is wait, hope and pray that your work will be recognized and published. At this point it's not about the money, as much as the exposure of having your story in print somewhere other then your computer.

How many other artists out there are doing the same thing. I imagine many... and hopefully they will also break into this difficult but rewarding industry.  But in the end, no matter what happens, no one can take away your gift of words and how you put them together.

They are your stories to be told, and that can be very fulfilling in many ways.

so for me the writing process always remains FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/thank you, for your pageviews

Thank you to all, who have been reading my blog. I hope I've given you some things to laugh about, think about, or just enjoy reading about.

It's Sunday morning and 7:45am.   I'm having my usual cup of coffee. And then the morning ritual begins. I turn on the news to see what's happening in the world. Then I check my e-mail, which most is junk mail anyway, some more interesting then others. And then I check my status on my blog to see how many page views I've had.

I didn't write my blog, just to see how many will read it, but you have given me the incentive, to keep on writing.   Thank you for your patronage.  

I enjoy making you laugh, especially if you're having a bad day. Or if you can relate to the kind of days I've had, or am having, that also makes me glad I'm writing. And if you just like to go down memory lane, hopefully my blog brought back many memories in your life as well.....or when I write about someone I admire, maybe you've learned a little more about that person's life, famous or not, and how they affected my life.

And by all means, feel free to comment on anything you've read about....I would really like to hear from you.

Have a great Day or Evening, wherever you live in this vast, vast world of ours.

And thank you again, because you make me feel, FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/missed the last two days

Missed the last two days. Was visiting my cousin. Just had to get away from everything, and really didn't want to think about anything.

And to tell you the truth, I'm tired, and my mind can't think of anything to write about, even though I know there is plenty to say, I'll just have to put it off for another day.

Therefore, I'm making this entry to my blog a short one.

So enjoy your Saturday, and I will try writing again tomorrow....

FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/competition will stir up memories

I'm entering a short story contest. The story line is about past loves. Well I didn't have too many of those, but there was one or two that I was smitten with, (which I'm only going to write about one).. that is until I met my husband, at the age of twenty-one, and really fell in love.

This competition isn't easy. It will stir up memories of the soldiers, who fought in Viet Nam. I lived in the city, and the naval hospital wasn't too far from my house.  As a young teen of eighteen, I would visit these fine young navy men.  It was a rude awakening for me, because many of these men were my age, or a little older. And they had lost an arm, leg, or both.  It was a sad time for many families.

But  regardless of their injuries, their eyes lit up,  and they smiled at me, just knowing someone, a complete stranger cared enough to visit them.  Many were far away from home. They talked to me about their wife's or girlfriends. And all they wanted, was to go home and see their mom, and their family.

So today, I will give my story a little more thought, painful as it is, but I have no regrets. because these men stood for courage, and they sacrificed so much, to make our world a better place to live in.

The story's not due until August, so I have plenty of time to reflect.

so for me, these navy men will always be FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/my car needs a transmission?

My car's transmission is sick, and I have to make it all better,  It's ten years old and I don't want to let go. But as you know, parts begin to wear and tear, as we get older.

But sooner or later, I know,  my car will start costing me plenty. But I'm desperately trying to save it, from the junkyard burial. So I'll do whatever I can, to keep that from happening.

Because as you know, I really love my car. It's reliable and steady, what more can I ask for.

Therefore,  I must hold my head up high, be strong, and confront the situation head on.

Because my day begins, and ends with a decision, about my transmission.

FOREVER YOUNG.

FOREVER YOUNG/happy mother's day to all

Today is a very special day. To all the mother's or soon to be mother's, I wish you a Happy Mother's Day.

Whether you stay at home, or go out with your family, just sit back and relax.  Enjoy this wonderful moment, when your loved one's want to show their love and appreciation, for all you've done for them.

And for those mother's who have passed on, just know your memories of them will live on, and your heart will always know the love they gave you, from the first day you were born.

As a mother, I  too, will take this time to  reflect. As I remember the day, when I was told, "you're going to have a baby." But in my case, my first born, were identical twin boys.  Then four years later, I was also blessed with a little girl.  I'm thankful to God, because they are my pride and joy.

So Mother's Day for me,  will always be FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG

Sorry I missed yesterday. But things in my life are kind of upside down.

I wanted to  think, and  then I didn't want to think at all, if that makes sense.  

So because my mind is full of marbles, I really can't think of anything to write, so I'll just leave it at that, and if the mood strikes, I will take out my trusty computer, and log into my blog, and if not, there is always tomorrow.

FOREVER YOUNG.

FOREVER YOUNG/celebrating mother's day

Mother's day is just around the corner.

Celebrating Mother's, who have given their love unconditionally, and have taken care of their family the best way they know how. Putting their children's needs before theirs. Only wanting the best for them, and working hard to give them everything they need and want.

As a mother, I don't want to see my children struggle. But sometimes a mother needs to step back and let their children find their own way. This is a very difficult thing to do, since a mother's natural instinct is to  help and protect their children, and make them feel better,  especially when they have a problem.

So I give them their space, and yet stay close by just in case.... after all I'm still a mother..

Because a mother's job is never done. Once a mother always a mother, there is no break, no reprieve, and I doubt a mother want's one. They loved to feel needed, and their proud of their children and their accomplishments, no matter how big or small.

And all a mother prays for, is that when their children leave home, they take one step at a time, and if they fall, just pick themselves up and start all over again. It doesn't matter, how long it takes... that's what life is all about.. doing things, the best way you can.

So for me, being a mother is a joy, a blessing and the best thing that ever happened to me, and for that I will always be FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/the smell of coffee in the air

Coffee. The potent smell filtering through the air.  The liquid flowing through my body, waking up all my senses.

Reminding me of a time, when my mom's coffee was perking on the stove, as she prepared for work, and I for school. And even though I never drank coffee, at such a young age, it still made me feel warm and cozy inside. A sense of family time, even if only for a few moments.

And when something is bothering me, I make pot of coffee, and somehow it makes me feel better. It relaxes me, and I look at things in a new way. You could say coffee wakes up the channels of my mind, and the reality of life is a little less intimidating.

And no matter how the coffee is made, whether it's perked, electric or drip,  The feeling is the same. A feeling I've come home, even though I'm sitting at my kitchen table.

Many decisions are made over a cup of coffee. You get to know someone over a cup of coffee. The warmth and smell of the coffee makes for better conversation. A cold atmosphere becomes warmer with a cup of coffee.

Yes the smell of coffee brewing, makes life a little bit easier to handle,  You somehow get through the day, and accomplished some, or most of what you intended to do.

So for me coffee will always be FOREVER YOUNG


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FOREVER YOUNG/my uncle's dancing feet will keep moving..

My mom called, and told me my uncle's in the hospital. The man who imitated Elvis until he was 85. Well he's almost 89...  He had a mini-stroke, the doctors think.  The tests came out good... and he's doing just fine. You just can't keep a good singing and dancing man down.

So I called him up, and he sounded good, but tired.  You know these hospitals, you think you go in for a rest, but you need a rest when you get out, because their always poking you for something, or testing you for something, and when you're just about falling asleep, they come in a give you a pill, so you can go to sleep.  Okay, I'm just making fun, but as you know being in a hospital is not fun.

So uncle, I pray you'll be okay.  Because I believe nothing can keep you down, and as long as your dancing feet keep moving, and your strength and determination is still there, you will always be FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/one of those real dreams/never dull

I had one of those real dreams last night.  Most times my dreams come in bits and pieces, and then  I wake up not knowing the ending, but this dream was quick and to the point.

There were four people. Three men and woman. They had just robbed a place, and apparently I was the law.

They locked themselves in a house, which was located across from the Emerson Movie Theatre down the street., and there was also a hospital on the other side.

Somehow I managed to get into the house.  I had a partner, and we somehow managed to take them on. I left her in charged., while I searched for a phone to call 911.  Now here's the funny part. my cousin was standing by a tree talking to someone. I asked her to dial 911, and she looked at me as if I was crazy. Then she continued to talk on the phone.

So I went back into the house, and as I was going in, one man tried to escape and I shot him. grazed him really, but enough for him to back into the house. My partner had slipped on the job, wasn't paying attention.

Finally got a call through to the FBI.  Then tried talking to the four people, who really weren't strangers. They looked familiar to me, but don't ask me their names, don't know, remember this is only a dream...

There was a knock on the door. It was men dressed in uniforms. One of them tried to get the man I shot free, by using his influence, until the man in uniform realized there was nothing he could do.  Now the FBI came and the man I shot was laying in the tub for some reason, and they pulled him out. He wasn't hurt much at all.  And off they went.  

The End.  

But then I wake up and hear Bin Laden was killed.  and in my dream, men in uniforms, man shot..... but in my dream the guy didn't die..

What a weird and strange dream that was, and it seem so real.    I'm glad, the dream was completed, but if I'm going to dream, I would rather dream of something fantastic, like taking a limo ride, see a  great show, then off to a nice beach, drinking smoothies' or pina colada's.   But no, it's always got to be about some type of drama.... oh well.... at least my dreams are never dull.

That's it for now, dreams will continue to be FOREVER YOUNG.

FOREVER YOUNG

Did I ever tell you about the senior citizen complex my mom lives in. Well it's like a regular Peyton Place. For those who don't remember the tv series  Peyton Place, or film with Lana Tuner, and Hope Lang..  it's a story about a town where people knew everything about everyone, and who did what and where...... and you never know what's going to happen next.

And that's why I compare my mom's apartment complex to Peyton Place.  You just never know what to expect, from seniors.. so many incident's and funny mishaps.  And I will share some of these stories periodically on my blog. .... it should be pretty funny, maybe shocking, and definitely not boring..

Sort of gives you one hope, when I reach their age.   That life just gets pretty darn interesting.

Well that's it for now, pretty tired. Had a long day.... but tomorrow is another day....

So for me, it's goodnight for now....FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/angelina's story finished, and out

Well, I did it. I mailed my story of Angelina Heartfelt Journey to the publisher today.  Now we shall see what happens.   And I will  also send it out to others...



He had a smirk on his face, as I walked up to him, then he said....... The beginning of a story, or maybe not... we shall see...


nothing more to say today.... until tomorrow

FOREVER YOUNG


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FOREVER YOUNG

Angelina's Story is now finished, and I will now send it out tomorrow.

Other than that, nothing much happened today.  Visited my mom, and will be taking her food shopping tomorrow.  I still can't believe she is 87 years old, and so independent. Now I know who I take after.
I am truly blessed to have her, and truly blessed that she is healthy, in fact all my family. What greater gift then that.

And yes I complain like everyone else. And I have my moments when things just don't go the way I want it to, or someone doesn't do, what I think they should be doing. And most of all no one really listens....  So true to life, everyone has to learn the hard way, even though as mother's and wife's we always try to make everything easier.  Oh well, all I can say is, at least I try.  

So I guess this is it for today, see you all tomorrow. Hope you tune in.  You'll never know what I'll write about next..

FOREVER YOUNG.

FOREVER YOUNG/received an e-mail from an editor..

I'm pretty close to finishing revising Angelina's Story.... The name of my short Children's book is
"Angelina's Heartfelt Journey."

Should be ready to go out tomorrow to a publisher, and hopefully to another one next week. Then I'm going to work on  another story which should be finished soon.

My next project writing a screenplay.  If it's only for myself, that's okay, but at least I'm going to start, and that is the important part.

I received an e-mail yesterday from an editor, asking me to write for their website. Articles of any interest, of course there is no monetary gain, but it was an honor just to be asked.  Not sure if I'm going to do this or not.  I really don't write articles....,, But there will be lots of publicity, which is always a good thing... Right?

Well, that's about it for now. Just got up a few minutes ago. Didn't get much sleep because the winds were howling  outside, like you wouldn't believe.

 It's sad to see so much damage and lost of life from all these tornado's in the South.. Nothing really prepares you for such disaster. Even though the weathermen try their best to warn everyone, it's still something of disbelief when it actually happens.

When I was a little girl, I lived through a tornado. Walked to school, was glued to the fence and couldn't let go, until a very nice man pried my fingers loose from the school yard bars, and led me to safety inside the school.  I will never forget that day.   He will always be a hero in my eyes.

As always memories will always be,  FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/revising Angelina's story

Well today I will go to my other trusty computer and work on my story.  I've never written a children's book and this one is based on a mother's journal about her baby girl who is sick. It's only eight pages long, and hopefully if published will have a great artist for the illustrations.

It's tricky, because I' m not in the medical field and don't want to appear that way. So I've written Angelina's story (the baby's name) in her point of view. I't's written  in a simplistic, lyrical tone...


Now I've already sent the story out, and I know the way it was written, probably didn't meet with a positive reaction, so I am revising the story, polishing it up and sending it out again.  But sooner or later I just have to let it go, or I'll wind up throwing it in the garbage.  And I don't want to do that, since this story is important to share.  It can be read by seven year olds, and read to 4-6 years olds as well.

Okay, now that I've said that, I will have another cup of coffee, to wake me up of course, Then get started and hopefully  send it out by tomorrow, but as everyone knows, this is a tough business.

that's why I produced and filmed my own scripts.  One of them won two awards, and was aired on PBS.

So for now, I will leave this laptop and visit my desktop.  I know, I know, why not write the story on my laptop, well it's an apple and it doesn't have microsoft word, and that's what I like to type on.... Sorry apple... I'm really not a traitor, after all, my blog is written everyday on your computer....  

FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/a writer's life is lonely, or is it?

A Writer's life. is lonely.  Or is it?  And my answer is No.  Because a writer has their characters, to keep them company..

A Writer communicates with their characters.

A writer determines their characters outcome,  They can make their character lovable, kind, rich, poor or famous. Because the writer controls their destiny.

A writer, has fun with their characters. Putting them in all kinds of situations. ex. peril, comedy, and drama.  But whatever it is, the character never leaves the writer's side, that is until the author decides otherwise.

A writer is very important, because without the writer, there would be no films, tv shows, books, magazines, and newspapers. etc.. for people to read, or act...

Therefore, I am a writer. I enjoy being with my characters. They make my life seem  dull compare to theirs.  I can go on an adventure with them, and live through their eyes, and listen through their ears, and speak in their voice.

I love making my characters come alive.  They are my friends, and my constant companions, and when I'm finished with my project, I'm sad, because it's time to say goodbye..

That is until another story pops into my head, and I make new character friends.

So for me Writing will always be FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/a brand new week

Okay,so it's Monday again, another brand new week.  And will it be a good and productive one, or just one of those weeks when everything just seems to go wrong, or you're just at a standstill, and nothing happens at all.

Yet there's always something great about starting a new week.  After a long weekend of fun or maybe not, there are always a few surprises when Monday comes around. Of course I prefer the good ones.

 I want to feel that rush of excitement. I want to energize my brain, I want to get my body and whip it in shape for a brand new week.

I want to dive into a new project. Write a novel that will live on, like Margaret Mitchell's Gone With The Wind. or John Steinbeck's Of Mice and Men.

Yes a new day is on the rise, and I myself will take advantage of it. I will go forward and not look back on what was, but what will be. Or what I can make happen, instead of dwelling on what happened.

A new day,  A new week. We shall see what's on the horizon for me,  beginning with today..

A brand new week will be FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/Easter time..

Today many people will celebrate Easter Sunday, and the kids will wake up, and find their Easter Baskets full of goodies, and maybe there will be a gift or two waiting for them.

And later on they will get dress in their brand new Easter clothes, and go to Church, or visit their grandparents, or maybe just stay at home.

Our family tradition.. Every Easter, we took a long ride, and ate Easter dinner at a nice restaurant.

Those were the best days. Memories that will always be treasured.

But there was one particular Easter, and we were sitting in the car, ready to leave, and guess what, the car wouldn't start.  Didn't know what was wrong, but our Easter Outing ended, right there on our front lawn..

I don't remember what I cooked for dinner, but I believe it was something simple, since I didn't defrost anything.  It was disappointing, but you know what, it still was a great family day, because we were all together.

The family unit, I fear is becoming a loss treasure. Life gets in the way, and everyone is too busy, each going their separate ways.

But  I will always be thankful, and blessed, that we had those family moments together, because they can never be replaced, because children grow up so fast, and you can only enjoy their childhood years one time around. There is no second chance.

Yes Easter and many other days with my family will always be FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/worry to be replaced, with concern.

I want the word WORRY, to be erased from the dictionary forever...  Who thought of that word anyway.

I can't stand the fact, that whenever you're concerned about something or someone, you are labeled a worry wart....

And is there a reason why the word wart, was attached to worry.   Like if you worry, then a wart, pops up, and then it  spreads like wildfire.    Who wants warts anyway, ugly little sores...... I should know, when I was a little girl, I had them all over my hands.. It was a virus, my doctor said.. and I'm thankful, they never appeared again.......

Maybe worrying is like a virus....... and that's why they attached the word wart to it.. but worry wart will no longer be in my vocabulary. Instead I prefer to use the word Concern.

It makes me feel more comfortable, when someone says to me, don't be too concerned, or what are you concerned about? Rather then say, "what are you worry about, or don't be so worry about it"... etc.

The word Worry has a negative meaning vs the word Concern, which has a positive and caring meaning..... therefore I'm not worry, I'm  concerned..

And for me, CONCERN... will always be FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/I will always root for the underdog

 I always root for the underdog. That's right.

Anyone who works hard, to achieve their goals, and how they struggle to get there, I'm right there rooting them on.

 If I was at a horse race, and there's a horse that's a long shot to win,  I bet on that horse, because I always root for the underdog, even if that underdog looses, in my eyes they are still a winner..

Or when I'm watching a film, like  Rudy, who followed his dream of going to Notre Dame, and joining the football team.  He achieved his goals and earned the respect of his fellow players and coach, but most of all the respect of his father and brothers.   He made them believe, that no matter what your status in life is, you don't have to let that stand in the way, of your success.

And let's not forget Susan Boyle. A woman who was definitely an underdog, judged by her looks and age, proved to have a beautiful and powerful voice, and became a star  in her own right. There's still hope for baby boomers...Horray!

I can go on and on, but I'll just end it with this. For me the underdog will always be  FOREVER YOUNG
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FOREVER YOUNG/Doris Day

Doris Day's is 88....a year older then my mom.. And  today, on television they are showing some of her many films, in commemoration of this beautiful and talented woman.

I admire Doris Day, because of her many talents. She has a voice of an angel, and is a great actress, who  performed  in all types of films, comedy, drama, and musicals. She also received the Cecil B.De Mille Lifetime Achievement Award, I believe at the age of 44.. And a Grammy Lifetime in music award, February, 2008.

She lit up the screen with her beautiful blonde hair, and blue eyes. And  had a smile that was, and I'm sure still is, contagious.  Making me wish at times, I looked liked her, when I was younger... and yes I grew up watching her films, and enjoyed every one of them.

Not only a great singer and actress, she is an animal activists. Her love and passion for the rights of animals  and fighting against animal cruelty, has been recognized by many, over the years.

I've heard that children and animals, are the best judge of people. If they sense a kind and gentle person, they are very receptive to your attention. And that's Doris Day.


So for me Doris Day will always be FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG

Two doctor appointments this week, and two walk outs.. I guess this wasn't my week for doctors.

So I've re-schedule, and hopefully this time, all will work out fine.

and since it's late, and I can barely stay awake,  I'll just say goodnight,


FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/every morning the same routine...

Every  morning it's the same routine.  Get up, take the dogs out, feed them, and then finally get a cup of coffee.

And then  I sit down, until my dog Clyde decides he wants a treat, and not one mine you, but two or three as Ralph, patiently waits for his. And then, I  sit down again, drink my coffee, which I had to refresh by then, and try to wake up.  Didn't you know, I do all the above half asleep....

Then my next routine step.... I click on my trusty computer. I check my e-mails, which have become more like an advertising board then anything else, nothing personal anymore. It seems everyone has taken to twitter or facebook to leave their messages to let me know, they're still out there somewhere, doing something.

And by this time I'm pretty much awake, so  I begin to write in this blog of mine, and what I say could be interesting or not, depending on what pops into my brain at the moment.

After I'm finished writing, I put aside my computrer, and enjoy another cup of coffee, and this time with a half of a 100 calorie bagel, and then my day begins.... FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/related to my last blog about Tuesday's

Well you might want to know, why I left Thursday out in my last blog...

It was about Tuesday's, but I also mentioned Monday's Wednesday's and Friday's but left out Thursday ... and then my husband asked,"Did you forget about Thursday?"

No, I didn't. I just didn't mention it because Thursday, is a day when you just can't wait until it's Friday. And you spend the whole day thinking about what you're going to do for the weekend. A day for going out, with family and friends.

Energy levels are up and down, and you just can't wait to go home, because you know Friday will be here soon, and then, that's right the fun begins..

Or you just want some peace and quiet, and don't want anyone to bother you. You can't wait until Friday and can take that long drive, just to get away from it all.

So Thursday I did not forget, I just didn't want to mention it, but I know without it, you couldn't say, it's one day closer to the upcoming weekend, and therefore, Thursday's will always be FOREVER YOUNG.

FOREVER YOUNG/Tuesday's the most unpredictable day of the week

What follows Monday, yep, Tuesdays. A most unpredictable day.

A day much more unpredictable, then Monday's Wednesday's or Friday's.

Maybe you're working on a project, and it's due by the end of the week, and something goes wrong, that warrants your undivided attention, And you're hoping everything will work out, because Tuesday's is the make or break day, which can determine, if you'll get the job done on time,

Or you didn't do your homework, and the teacher decides Tuesday's is the day, to give you a pop quiz and you're not prepared for it, and now you will suffer the consequences.

And maybe you've put off doing your housework, and now it's Tuesday, and you have no choice, you have to  to decide what to do first.

But never fear,  once you pass that unpredictable Tuesday, it's  Wednesday, and you're at the half way mark, because soon the weekend will be here.  Plans will be made, and hopefully nothing will pop up and stand in your way, which surely will dampen your spirits, and then what happens, the week starts all over again.

And Tuesday's is when I meet with my teen writing group.

I never know what to expect. They always manage to come up with something fantastic, as I listen to them read their stories, and wish I had their imagination.

So I guess that's all I have to say.  But if something comes up during the day, I will click into my blog, and tell you all about it..

For now, Tuesdays will always be FOREVER YOUNG.

FOREVER YOUNG/my stomach does flip flops whenever

Today was another excursion to the supermarket, with my mom, of course.  It was the normal Monday shopping day, and thankfully nothing happened out of the ordinary....

Except, after all these years of food shopping, I'm now beginning to (really) hate it.

Honestly if I didn't need food to survive, I wouldn't eat. Maybe one day there will be a pill that will fulfill, all my nutritious needs, and yes I know, that's a little extreme, because I do like my steak and chicken.. And naturally deserts, like apple pie, ice cream and anything that's chocolate, But whenever I walk into a supermarket, my stomach starts doing flip flops.

And it's not because I didn't eat, or  because I ate something bad, it's because the price of food has escalated, and that's what gives me a stomach ache..

There's also an old saying, eat something before food shopping, because if you don't, you'll buy everything in sight, and throw everything in the cart, without giving it another thought. Then realize you went overboard, when the cashier tells you, how much it all cost.

And the stomach does more flip flops, as you walk out the door.

So yes I'm beginning to hate food shopping, and those prices have to come down, down, and down to be. FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/will not always be about the weather, but.

Sunday morning, and the sun did come out today.

And I hope you don't think my blog, is all about the weather,  or he weather-man, and what the day will be like, but honestly, don't we all live by what they say.

I mean you can't plan a barbecue, a baseball game, a wedding, a race, or just going to the beach for the day, unless the weather cooperates, and if it doesn't, then last minute changes, have to be made.

Yes we rely on what the weather man says, after all, they know what's really going on, at least I hope they do..

But then again, if you ask a person who has bad knees, back or neck,  they also predict if it's going to rain,  because their muscles begin to ache, and the first thing they say, I think it's going to rain today....... I only say this, because that's what happens, whenever I'm feeling this way.

So there will be days when my blog will be about the weather, because it's been such a pain in the.... and I just thought to end this weekend, with my own explanation, of predicting the un-predictable weather.

FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/plans delayed, for another day

Today, we were going to see my aunt, who is ninety years old.  She's my mom's sister, and we  haven't seen her since last year.

My husband took off from work, so he could drive us.....and my mom slept over our house, because it was easier to leave from there.

But what happened.  The weather.  The unpredictable lousy weather.

The weather channel predicted, heavy rains, and wind, only it wouldn't start until 5 pm, that was last night's report, but naturally this morning, the weather report changed its forecast to this afternoon, and that's the reason we didn't go.

So I made the dreaded call. My aunt and cousin understood. in fact, it was already raining where they lived... so over-all we made the right decision, but I was really disappointed.  

Now our plans are delayed for other day, another time, and let's just hope the weather man's forecast calls for a bright and sunny day, when once again, we make plans to visit my aunt.

Oh yes, the weather, will always remain unpredictable, FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/those drippy fried egg sandwiches

I definitely know how to cook eggs.

I can make scramble, fried, omelets with ham and cheese, peppers, onions and bacon, etc. etc., and yes it took me sometime, to get the poached eggs down, but long and behold after many years of messing that up, I finally got that right....

What an achievement, because my husband really likes poached eggs, and his second best is fried eggs of course.

And the only kind of eggs, that I can't make right, is an fried egg sandwich.  Why, well I never let the egg yoke, cook long enough, so when I put it in a sandwich, and  hand it over to my husband, who then takes a bite, what do you think happens, that's right, the egg yoke drips all over him.

Pretty funny, don't you think, except I usually make fried egg sandwiches when he doesn't have time, for a more hearty breakfast...

So the other day, what do you think he asked for, a fried egg sandwich.  And what did I do again, you guessed it, I didn't let the yoke cook long enough, and it not only spilled, it exploded,  all over my husband's shirt, and on the back end of my dog, Ralph, who naturally was under his feet, hoping to catch a drop or two.

Yes those drippy fried egg sandwiches, get me every time, and I guess they always will, regardless of how long I've been cooking eggs.

Therefore, drippy Fried Eggs will always be, for me

FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/yes, I love my car

Yes I love my car.    

I've had my car for ten years.  It's been a good friend to me. Never giving me any problems, except the usual that comes along with getting old....

Is this possible, being in love with your car.  It's become part of me, a part of my life. I'm used to the way it operates, and the comfort it gives me when I'm driving and the security of knowing, it will get me to where I'm going...  It's like being married for a long long time, you don't want something new, because you've invested all your time and energy, into the one you have.

But I fear, the time is drawing near... and the tears will come, and then in time, will subside, and once again, I will have to break in another one, get to know its ways, and how it operates.... but memories of my car, will always live in my heart

Yes I'm in love with my car, and for me it will always be FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG

It's been a very long day, and I have absolutely nothing to say, but when I awake, I will definitely be writing away.


FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/what a day

By late afternoon,  it started raining like cats and dogs. An old saying, don't know who invented it, but people have been using this simile for years.... But if it really rained cats and dogs,  that would be one for the guinness book of records.

Okay enough about the weather...  What did I do today, well  I'm happy to say, I finally got my hair cut,  so now I feel like a new woman, well not exactly new, I just took the old body, and put a new hair style on my head, and what do you have, a half-new person.

Then made a  quick stop to the dollar store.. which is like going  into a candy store, and buying all the candy you want, and never really getting enough..

And then it was time to check out.  But a woman from the next  aisle over distracted everyone from their task. She wanted to exchange the shoes she bought, for the same  type of shoes she was wearing.   And proceeded to show the cashier the shoes she was wearing.

That's right.  Shoes.... Did you know the dollar store sold shoes, well they Don't, and that's what the cashier tried telling this woman, but she kept insisting she bought them there, and kept showing the cashier her shoes, and again the cashier kept telling her, that she didn't get those shoes at this store.

And honestly the cashier had the patience of a saint.  because this was a dollar store, and the shoes she wanted to exchange were definitely more expensive then a dollar.

This went on for about three or four minutes. when the woman finally said to the cashier, isn't this such and such....store.. The cashier smiled, and said No, you are at the wrong store, and then told her, if the dollar store sold shoes like those, everyone would be buying them here, including me.

The woman then said, well since I'm in line you might as well ring the other things up. As if the scene she just made, never happened, and that's when I took my bags, and walked out the door laughing... now that really made my day...

So this was a strange day, for being FOREVER YOUNG.

FOREVER YOUNG/I treasure each moment with mom.

As you know yesterday was Monday, and because it was Monday, and just one of those days, oh, didn't the Mama and Papa's sing that song.  I was just a kid of course..

Well anyway, I didn't write on my blog,  So I'll pretend it's Monday, and will catch up to tuesday later..

I went to visit my mom.   I treasure each moment with her...  She's eighty-seven, but looks and acts like sixty-five. But does anyone, ever want to see their mom get old.   I know I don't..

And maybe that's why she still treats me as if  I'm Ten years old.  and that's why, we  always argue, because she never sees me as an adult... ...but again, I just have to laugh,  because I know, she'll never change, and in my heart, I don't want her to, because she just wouldn't be mom..

and every day, she calls at a certain time, just to say  hello, and I never want that day to end...

 I pray that we have many more days and years to spend, together..

Monday, , it was a beautiful day to visit my mom...

because treasure moments with her, will always be, FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/Sunday Blah

Sunday Blah day, that's right, the sun can't make up its mind whether to come out or not, and the temps are playing games once again, from hot to cold, so imagine how one's body and mind is feeling right now.    Blah, Blah, Blah.

My energy level has been zapped to zero---My mind, stagnated, not wanting to think about anything. or anyone, and my body just wants to sit in one place

There is  nothing I want to watch on television. The same shows, same movies, over and over.

So why do I pay for cable television?  Especially when I use to see, the same movies for free.... What a World..

Sunday, Blah...and. soon it will turn into Monday, and then the song Monday, Monday, comes to mind, by the mama and papas. Oh those Monday mornings......because you never know what to expect.

so for me I'm having a Blah Sunday, and hopefully it will never be FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/dream series continues

My mother was at our house. She decided to go for a walk, but never came back. Don't know why, but we weren't too concern, even though it's not like her. And her clothes and nightgown were still hanging in the room.

Now it was the next day, and still she didn't come back, and that's when I panic. I called my brother, no answer. Then I called my friend, she picked up the phone and then forgot I was there.

I really was going out of my mind.  My husband went looking for her, but no results. He called the police, and that was that.  I called my friend, and again, she left me on hold. Then somehow we all ended up at her house.

We rang the bell, she opened the door and was wearing a white slip. And then try to hold back the dog, and cat from getting out, and opened the door wider for us to come in.

Then all of a sudden another woman appeared, talking on the phone and wearing a sparkling sequin green jacket, and ironic so was my friend.    Then my friend suggested my mom might have found a companion, trying to look on the positive side of her disappearance, instead of the negative.

All the time I was at my friends, her cat, was gently brushing up against my leg.

And still I could not reach my brother. Someone had picked up the phone, and all I heard were noises in the background.  But he never answered.

the next thing I knew, I ended up at the casino, trying to find my way to my mother's apartment. I went down steps, hallways, and even outside, close to the beach.  But I couldn't get to my mom's apartment and that's when I woke up.

I had the same dream twice, because I woke up from it once, and then fell back to sleep, and dreamt it again, and then woke up, wide awake... But remembered vividly this crazy dream.

Now before I went to bed, I had a glass of wine, and an ice cream cone.  Is that the lethal combination that made me dream this crazy dream... ... Could that be the answer... who knows.......

oh well, my crazy dreams, I believe, will always continue, and they will always be FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/Carlo my rescue bird

Now I've talked about my dogs, but shame on me for not mentioning my bird Carlo. He is a beautiful blue and white parakeet.

He has been with us for over seven years now. He's a rescue Bird.

At first Carlo, was very shy, and wouldn't acknowledge our presence. In fact, he just sat in his cage and just observed his surroundings. then slowly but surely, he got used to our voices, mind in particular.

He answers to his name, and chirps all the time, in fact, he never stops. Especially since we moved his cage into the living room. right next to the television.   And yes he even answers back to the people on tv, especially if  there is singing, or  music playing...

There is never a dull moment with Carlo, and add him to my other wonderful animals, it sometimes feels like I'm at the circus.

So stay tune, there's more to say about this lively, entertaining bird. Carlo.

FOREVER YOUNG.

FOREVER YOUNG/the waiting game

The waiting game. No matter what you want to do in life, you're always playing the waiting game.

You wait in line at the bank, just to make a deposit. And of course there's never enough. You keep waiting to win that lottery, so it will make your life a little easier, and when you don't win, well, you keep waiting for your boat to come in.

You wait in line at the grocery store, and your that close to the cashier, but the person in front of you, can't find her money, or searches for a coupon, so she can save ten cents on an item,  And now your trapped, because you've already placed your items on the conveyor, and can't move to another aisle. What do you do, that's right you wait.

When you're at the movies, you wait in line for popcorn, then you ask for more butter, only the person behind the counter has moved on to someone else. So you wait to have your request honored, hoping you don't miss the beginning of the movie, that would just be catastrophic.

And if you're planning to eat, after the movie, you wait to be seated at that restaurant, and if theyrequire a reservation, guess what, you wait even longer.

waiting, waiting, and waiting..

Now on a more personal note. You  wait and wait, to get an appointment with a doctor, and once you do, you wait to see him, just so he'll tell you, Guess what, you're still alive.

And then you make an appointment with a dentist, which seems a little easier to obtain, for some reason, but at the same time you pray and hope you got there in time, and  that your teeth are still intact, because you waited too long. You just don't like sitting in that chair, and having someone prying in your mouth, drilling your teeth away...

Now If you're at work, the morning just seems to be dragging, so you can't wait to go to lunch, that would mean the day is half over. But then once you're back from lunch, you just can't wait to go home, a never ending saga.

And if you don't have a job, and you've been applying for one, you wait, and wait  to hear those magic words, Your Hired.

Now on to the creative..

If your a writer,  you wait to hear from a publisher, or an agent to tell you, we're publishing your book, your story, finally you're name is in print...  now you can tell all your friends and family...

And if your an actor/actress, and auditioned for that big part, you wait to hear if you got it, which will finally make you a star, and if you didn't, well maybe you'll just have to wait until you're eighty...

 Or if you're a struggling artist , and have been painting for years on end, and your fingers can attest to that, you wait to hear if your work is good enough, to hang in one of the finest galleries in the city.

waiting, waiting, waiting..

I wish, just once, I could go somewhere, or do something without waiting, waiting, waiting. Don't you?

Waiting is something that tests my patience every day... and for the most part, I try not to let it get to me, but sometimes when you're having one of THOSE days, you just wish you didn't have to  WAIT..

But  I'm afraid, the Waiting Game will never go away, it will always be FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG-my teen writers

Had a great meeting with my teen writing group last night.  They make me feel young again. Nothing wrong with that. And as one of my teens said, age is only a number, and I agree.

No matter how old you are, and no matter what you have done, or what you still need to accomplish, as long as you wake up in the morning, you have another day to work towards your goal.

I'm so glad I formed a teen writing group four years ago. I watched these kids grow into wonderful young adults, and now that most are graduating and going off to college, I know they will accomplish anything they set out to do.

I'm also feeling that empty nest syndrome, all over again. I will miss them....

And for the teens who are still in High School, and continue to come to the meetings, I look forward to watching them grow into young adults, and then going off to college, following their dreams, as well.

This is what life is all about.

My teens will always be FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/my uncle, 88, loves to dance

My uncle loves to dance. and  I've already written a blog about him impersonating Elvis, and how he put away his sparkling suit, at the tender age of eighty-five.

Well my mom called  him yesterday. She hadn't heard from him in a while, and wanted to make sure he was okay. He told her, his dancing feet were back on the dance floor again. Okay he didn't quite say it like that, but he did tell her he's back to dancing.

I'm so amazed that my uncle, at eighty-eight years old is dancing and swinging away. And with another companion who feels the same way. I believe she's in her eighties as well.

And no, he's not impersonating  Elvis. Still he probably might do some of his moves, because Elvis's moves are hard to forget... and knowing my uncle, and how he loves to entertain, I wouldn't put it pass him to try..  Where does he get all that energy. I know younger men and woman, who get tired half way through a dance, and then need to sit down.

But as you know life is too short, and my uncle is living proof of that.  I hope he has many more years, to dance his feet away....on the dance floor of course.

so my uncle will always be, in my eyes, FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/Lena Horn and Stormy Weather

Stormy Weather, Stormy Weather, words of a titled song, sung by Lena Horn, who came into this world like a storm, and left us with an everlasting impression of a beautiful, soulful and gifted woman, whose voice captured the hearts of many.

And Stormy Weather which leaves its  mark on homes, cars or  whoever, or whatever stands in its way. Also leaving an everlasting impression.

So Lena and  Stormy Weather, both powerful, both strong, but one gave us joy, while the other gives us destruction and loss.

Unfortunately and sad, that Lena Horn has passed on, While Stormy Weather will continue to strike again, and again, and again. with no end in sight. Because mother nature, will always have her way.

So Stormy weather, please don't be

 FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/I had a fight with my Sunday chicken

I had a fight with my Sunday chicken. That's right. Do you know what it's like trying to pull the giblets and neck, out of a  half frozen chicken.....with a steak knife no less..   If only I had my camera handy, because this would have made a great picture.

But I refuse to take all the blame. The Sunday chicken has to take some responsibility.
Because I took the chicken out of the freezer at 8am and it was still frozen at 4am.  That was eight hours....and it's not as if the chicken, was the size of a 13 pound turkey... it was all of 5 pounds, if that..

So between the microwave set on defrost, and running the chicken under cold water, and using my trusty steak knife,  the giblets and neck were finally set free...  and if that hadn't work, then Sunday chicken would have been Monday's dinner.

And after all that nonsense, I'm happy to say,  my Sunday chicken turned out absolutely delicious, in fact it just melted in your mouth.

When something like this happens, it just proves, no matter how long I've been doing something,  I'm never too old to laugh at myself. lol..


Cooking a chicken,  will always be FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/Clyde

Clyde, the youngest, who requires my attention twenty-four-seven.

Of course I picked him out. so I have no one to blame, but myself. But you know what, I wouldn't trade him for the world, because Clyde spices up my life, even though he turns my world upside down, and inside out.

Yes my Clyde is only a child of two,  oh, I mean a dog of two... who will soon be turning three. What to expect, one never knows.  I'll just have to wait and see, because Clyde is always surprising me.

So for me, Clyde will always be, FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/$65,000 question

The $65,000 dollar question, because the $64,000 question has already been answered.

"Will I write, or will I procrastinate once again, and think about writing, instead of actually putting anything on paper."

The answer is?

He stood by the doorway, his eyes glowing in the dark. Jenny took two steps back, and then????

FOREVER YOUNG/the writer in me

I'm a writer, or like to think I am, that is when I'm in the mood....

Now a writer writes whenever an idea strikes, but for me, I toss them around in my mind for days on end, before I put my words into action, and even then, I would just jot down a few sentences, and then turn the computer off.

Well this has be happening for sometime now, and my energy level is very low, and my ideas are coming slowly, could it be my age, could it be my discouragement, could it be just about anything.

Still, I love to write. I love the concept of writing. I enjoy seeing what I write come alive on paper. Even if it no one publishes my stories, or produces my script, I still love to write. Now I just have to convince myself and believe in my own words.

I only stop myself, no one stops me. So a new beginning, this summer, I will write continuously and not think about being published, or if someone likes it or not, I will produce story after story, poem after poem and script after script, just for the sake of WRITING....

Now that I've made a commitment to myself. I want to drown in the written word. I want to live on a high instead of a low, and I want to see how far I can go

So for me Writing will always be FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/a dozen eggs

Today's just one of those days.  Had to get a few things at the store.  What do you think happened. I got home, bag in hand, and then dropped it.  Yes there were a dozen eggs in that bag, and I lost six. But  two were just cracked, the others a lost cause..so scramble eggs is on the way..

Does this give you an idea of what my day is like so far.

Well I'm not going to subject myself, or anyone else to my misfortune.

So I will visit my blog tomorrow.

Til then

 FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/the invisible driver

Alright it's bad enough that my engine light won't go off, and I know why, my car needs a transmission. I've been pressing my luck with this one.  Going on six months, and the transmission guy told me it wouldn't last three months. They just don't know my car, do they....

And good thing for me because I don't want a car payment, don't need one. I've owned my car for almost ten years, and I like it like that... aren't these words to a song.

But yesterday, as I was driving home, after taking my mom to the doctors, what do you think happened, no the transmission didn't die, thank goodness for that. I'm still pressing my luck with that one, and yes I'm realistic, and know sooner or later it will have to be replaced.......  The air bag light suddenly came on.  "PANIC STRUCK ME."

So I pulled over to the side of the road, and called my husband. He reassured me that it was probably electrical. And then I remembered, this happened one time before. So, I'll make an appointment with my mechanic, because I've grown attached to my car, and I'm not ready to give her up, not yet.... To the end we shall go....

But to be honest, just seeing that light blinking back at me, as if to say, watch out, I'm a coming.. made me pushed my seat further back from the steering wheel, which was a little awkward for me, since I'm only five feet one, and reaching the gas pedal was a little difficult...

I was only two minutes away from home, and knew I could endure this position for that length of time any longer, I don't know what I would have done..

My new story. "The Invisible Driver," who finally makes her way home, because that's what it felt like.

Yes my car troubles, a never-ending story, but I'm sure there are many, who can relate to that.....
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But for me, I just want my car to stay FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/mom's tests...

We went to the doctors, only my mom didn't see him.  That's right..

She decided to have her tests at the hospital.  It's within walking distance from her place. I just wished she'd told me, before I left home, since we were already at the doctors office, and now she didn't want to have her tests there..

I think she's just putting it off. At least for few more days. But she knows how important it is.

I'm  really fortunate to have my mom still here.  She's 87 years young, and will live to 200, okay, maybe that's being too optimistic, so I'll settle for 100, but no matter what, let her be here, for as long as the Good Lord sees fit...

Then as we were leaving the doctors office, the assistant handed my mom all the prescriptions she needed to take her tests.  We left the office and was almost down the block, when the assistant came running after us.  She realized she put the wrong last name on the script. Mom didn't notice, because the first name on the script was hers.

Apparently the assistant put my mom's doctors last name on the script, instead of my mom's, because my mom's doctor has the same first name as hers. confusing right? And we didn't notice, close call..... but it all worked out in the end, and that's what counts

Finally took my mom home, and stayed with her for awhile..

I definitely needed to  relax.

Really, I wonder what that word means..

FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/I took a short ride

I didn't have a destination, and nothing was planned, I just took a short ride.

As I'm driving down the road, and thank goodness, there wasn't any traffic behind me(they probably would have blasted their horns, but then again, it was an off time)..  I  started to relax.  I took my time. What does that mean. I wasn't in a rush to be somewhere, and  I wasn't in a hurry to meet someone.

I didn't turn the radio on. It was pure silence inside the car and out.. How I cherished this moment.

Passing by some wooded areas, skimpy trees and maybe a little lake in between, I finally saw some houses.... Old houses, new houses. some for sale, others not. Lawns full of junk, others clean as a whistle..

That's when I wondered, who lived in these houses. What kind of people were they. Did they have children? What's their heartfelt story.. Were they born here? Did their ancestors live here, or did they come from another state, another country. This would make for a pretty interesting read, I'm sure.

With these thoughts in mind, I kept driving forward. I wanted to take in the beauty around me. Or just visualize what it would look like once the trees were in full bloom, and all the flowers sprouting up in every imaginable color.... But regretfully, I had to turn around, and head back home.

Leaving my cares and worries behind, just for a half hour, was the perfect medicine for my heart and soul. And when I feel overwhelm, I'll just take myself out for that short ride again. "Who needs a doctor, right?

FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/procrastination

How many times do I tell myself, I'll start something today, but then put it off until tomorrow, but when tomorrow comes, I still put it off.

It's like saying, I'll have a hamburger today, and pay you back on tuesday.

Isn't that what Wimpy said to Popeye. His intentions were sincere, but then he didn't follow through, and look how many hamburgers he ate. Imagine owing his life to a hamburger..

So procrastination, a big word, and something, not all the time, I tend to do, without meaning to.

But I know once I set my gears in motion, nothing can stop me from completing my tasks. And when it's finally completed, the clock stops, and once again I put the gear in park. And park I do for quite sometime, that is, until I find something else to reverse that gear, and put me back in motion again.

This could take me a long long time, then again, it might only be a short time,  It's like playing the waiting game and Procrastination, is the name..

So hopefully today will not be one of those days. And lightning strikes, and the gears are prime, for me to start whatever I need to do... but then again, if I think about it too long, then I just might wait until tomorrow..

So for me procrastination, will probably always be FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/our trip to Canada

I've been to Canada once... My children of course were much, much younger, when my husband and I decided to take them on a vacation there.

We saw Niagara Falls, what a beautiful picture that made.  Then it was off to Toronto.  We didn't like to stay where tourists usually do, my husband and I liked to mingle with the local people, and found a nice place farther away from the center of town...

One of the locals mentioned the Toronto Fair. And we all went.... It was fantastic. The best time we ever had.  It was an unexpected surprise. The kids enjoyed all the rides, and because I loved Elvis, there was also a Legend In Concert, Elvis being one of them, where entertainers impersonated famous stars, and singers.

Imagine this was not  planned, and sometimes it's better not to.. you just might have more fun...

The next morning we said our goodbyes, and  headed towards Montreal. We walked the grounds where the Olympics were held. I pretended to talk in French, which of course didn't speak, or understand. This made my husband and the kids laugh, and acted like they didn't know me. But I was having the time of my life.

Once we left Montreal, it was off to Old Quebec. What a beautiful quaint place to visit. We didn't stay long, because our trip was nearing the end.
 
Canada was a great education for all of us. And I would visit there again. It didn't matter if I didn't understand the signs or the language, because we knew exactly where to go, and we never got lost,  once.

So for me Canada will always be FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/ my acting days, and Law and Order

The actress in me, has been put away. And maybe someday, I'll start again.  But that's how I got interested in writing, and producing my own scripts.

And the reward of fulfilling a dream surpasses any money that I made, or better yet, the money I didn't make..

I first got interested in the acting industry, when I took my son for drum lessons at an Art Center.  There were chairs set up in the room, and I was curious to find out why. so I asked the man who was in charge, what was going on... He told me, he was an acting teacher, and was having classes here.

Something inside of me exploded.  Could I at my age, start acting classes. I mean, was I too old, even though I was in my thirties, but late late thirties to be exact. He said "of course, there is no age limit in acting."

And that's how my acting career began.

I was so vulnerable, and naive because I wanted so much, to be a part of this industry, but never realized the frustrations, disappointments, and pitfalls that came with the territory.

So it was a great education. A self-education... and over the course of many years, I learned a lot..  But no matter what happened, I wouldn't have traded my experiences for the world.  It was like riding a roller coaster, with its many ups and downs. The thrill of the ride made me want more.

My first real acting scene was in a teleplay, "The Bleeding Tree." My character was an eccentric aunt who thought she was in love with the President of the United States.  It was a fun part to play. I had to speak in a southern accent. Imagine that, my first real scene.

I went on to other projects.. I was an extra, who played a reporter in Law and Order, for all of one minute.  I met Jerry Orbach, he was such a nice man, and  Chris North, who I had the pleasure of talking to.

 In fact, I asked for his autograph, a no no I found out later from my fellow actors... because after all, I was an actor too... but he didn't mine.  I told him the autograph was for my nine year old daughter, but it really was for me... a little white lie, but I'm sure he would have laughed about that.... Unfortunately, I lost the autograph somewhere, and was very upset..  Oh Well..

Then worked on such films like "The Long Kiss Goodnight, and Snake Eyes", but of course got edited out of the picture, which is not unusual in this business.. I worked long hours, but loved every moment of it.. and would you believe, I almost got a speaking part, because I had the right jacket,  but  if I didn't know how to act, well you can imagine. lol..

I can go on and on, but won't.

I love this business, and I love writing about it. I'm not a well known anything, I'm just someone who appreciates just having the opportunity, of being part of a this wonderful creative world.

So for me, I will always love and have a passion for acting and writing..

FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG

I had one heck of an stressful day.  Whatever could go wrong did

So  tomorrow is another day, and we'll see what that brings, but for now, I"m just taking a much needed rest.... TIL THEN

FOREVER YOUNG.

 

FOREVER YOUNG/birthdays, omg

Remember when you were a kid, and couldn't wait for your birthday.

Then wow, you turned thirty, and didn't want anymore birthdays. because you wanted to stay thirty forever. But long and behold, you knew this wasn't possible. And the years kept flying by.

So knowing my birthday is a few months away.  I don't want to be reminded, that I'll be another year older, omg  Hell, once you're passed forty, who feels like counting.

But today is  my husband's birthday.  And I want to wish him many more to come..  And like me, he doesn't like to make a fuss about it....

Still, wouldn't it be great, if you  could turn back the clock,  and take what you  know now, and put it in a body of a  twenty- year old.  But since this is reality, and not fantasy,  I'll just have to grin and bare it.

Because for me, Birthdays will not always be, FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/my dreams are real..

My dreams are real.  I don't know why I dream, I wish I knew.

But I enjoy writing them down, before I really forget them. Most of them are interesting, but some I truly  want to forget, because they are awful, and sometimes downright scary.. which is puzzling, because I don't watch many horror or scary films...

I like to watch romantic comedies, a good psychological thriller, and comedy/drama, that's my cup of tea.

So my request.  iI I'm going to dream, then let them be funny, or adventurous, then I'm a happy camper...

FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/dreaming all the time

Well I had another dream.  I was lying on the ground, afraid to move. There was an elephant close by, he too was lying down.  At first I thought he was hurt, or dead, but then he started to move.

I just laid there, afraid to draw attention.  I didn't want to be trampled on, that's for sure. He seemed to be protecting something, but I couldn't see what it was, and I certainly didn't want to make my presence known.  I didn't want to give this elephant any excuse to get up,.. if you know what I mean..

I really do have some strange dreams,... this could be my future book.  (my short stories of weird and strange dreams) Well that's not the title, I don't have one... But it should be pretty interesting, if and when I ever write it.

Now most of my dreams, I can relate the whole story, or at least part of it, but this one, I really can't re-call much.. because I woke up suddenly and forgot most of it.

Dam those kind of dreams are like a cliffhanger in a tv series.  You're watching the last episode, and something drastically happens, but they won't show the outcome, until the new season begins.  Only with dreams, there is no next season, because the dream is lost in never never land...

Then this morning while watching the weather channel, I saw headlines that read,  Elizabeth Taylor dies.
Could this dream be coincidental. Remember "Elephant Walk" starring Elizabeth Taylor, Peter Finch, and Dana Andrews.

Sort of makes me wonder, Elephant, Elephant Walk. But I'll never know.

Then again, I always have strange or weird dreams, which is normal for me, and I'm sure there will be more to come,

So for me this strange dream will remain FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/peace pilgrim

Peace Pilgrim, born in Egg Harbor City, New Jersey.  A woman who believed in peace. She gave up all her worldly possessions to walk 25,000 in the name of peace. She didn't want fame or fortune. She asked for neither.

When she walked for peace, it was with one purpose only, to meet and talk with others, and help them understand what peace would mean to them, and the world.

This truly was a task of love.  Maybe at times it was a difficult road to travel, but that didn't stop Peace Pilgrim from spreading the word. She fought for her beliefs, and never gave up.
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That's a lesson to be learned. To believe in something, and to fight for it, regardless of what obstacles that stand in the way.

Peace Pilgrim, at one time had everything she needed, and gave it all up to walk 25,000 miles in the name of peace.

I admire her for her strength, her ambition, and her passion.

And whenever I feel like giving up, or just want to pack it in, because of the obstacles that stand in my way, I'm reminded of what Peace Pilgrim did, and what she fought for, and this helps me to get back on track again.

So Peace Pilgrim, you will always be FOREVER YOUNG



 

FOREVER YOUNG/now I'm confused Mr. Weatherman

Just tuned into the weather channel, nothing mentioned about snow or sleet. yet last night it was a different story from our own news channel. Or maybe I'm a week ahead....  

I'm so confused, I don't know what to think, and maybe the groundhog is just as confused as I am.

So if it doesn't snow or sleet, Hurray, Hurray, Spring is here... and if it does, Oh Well. at least Spring is just around the corner...

Still the groundhog will always be FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/Mr. Groundhog

Mr. Groundhog did you have an off day, when you predicted Spring would soon arrive. Because the weather man says it will snow and sleet tomorrow, and I'm hoping he is wrong.

I just put my winter coat, gloves, boots and scarfs away, and I don't want to dig them out. I just want the sun to come out, and spread it's warm rays once again.

So Mr. Groundhog, did you just want to fool us into believing Spring is here. Did you feel sorry for us, because we couldn't wait for Winter to disappear.

I really want to believe you were right, but if your not, then I'll just have to grin and bare it for another day, and hope that Spring returns the next day.

Mr. Groundhog, please don't be wrong, because for me you will always be FOREVER YOUNG.

FOREVER YOUNG/my own corned beef dinner

Okay, I almost had a scare with my own corned beef and cabbage. After telling you about my friends.. this would have been disastrous, and my husband, would've teased me forever...

I bought a new brand, and didn't use the seasonings that came with it,  which I never use, because I don't want to pick out seeds from my teeth all night long, thats why I add my own.

So I didn't know how this corned beef was going to taste. And I've been cooking corned beef for years, and it always came out good, I mean really good, melting in your mouth good.

And it was a pretty large corned beef. The directions said for each pound to cook a hour, I knew that. Or did I. ..but when I took out the corned beef, after three hours, it was still a little tough.  How can this be?  I was getting annoyed,  and asked my husband to taste it. His comment, "It's good, but a little tough." So I put the corned beef back into the pot, and cooked it for another twenty minutes.

After twenty minutes, I took it out again, it tasted much better, but another eight minutes would definitely do the trick.  I guess it was the size of the corned beef. I'm so used to getting a 7 or 8 pound corned beef, and this was a little over ten...  

Finally it was done, and removed from the pot to cool, leaving the cabbage and potatoes to boil for another five minutes.  The meal was then placed on plates and served.  And yes it did melt in your mouth..

I've been cooking corned beef for over twenty some years, and if this corned beef didn't turn out right, I would have lost my dignity.

But I must say, it will be awhile before I cook another one.  Probably not until next St. Patrick's Day!!
And I'll probably buy the brand I'm used to.

I'm not saying don't try anything new, but when you're cooking a special meal, and it's never failed you before, it's better to keep it that way.

FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/rainy Monday's

Don't you just hate it when you wake up to a rainy day, especially if it's on Monday's



Because when the sun is shining I feel lighthearted, optimistic and full of energy, but when it rains, I feel tired, miserable, and just want to pull the covers over my head and go back to sleep.

But then again it's what I make of the day, like reading a good book that everyone has been talking about. Or do that project  I've been putting off for sometime now, or writing those letters to my friends or loved ones that I've put on hold.

So my perspective is, it's what I feel inside of me, and not what's outside my window, that will determine what kind of day it will be.

So for me this rainy day will be FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/corned beef and cabbage

Today,  Sunday, a day of rest or is it. Sometimes I wonder. It seems you do more work on this day then any other. And you start planning what to eat for dinner the moment you get up. It usually is a big one, because during the week too many things are going on, and usually I make a quick meal, taking all of twenty minutes...

So Sunday's dinner is like the Big Mac of McDonald's. Instead of having just a hamburger and french fries, you splurge and have the big one.........

And since St. Patrick's Day was a weekday, and my Husband is part Irish,  he preferred to have his corned beef and cabbage today, so  I will be cooking the famous Corned Beef and Cabbage.

A simple meal, but if you don't cook the corned beef just right, you can destroy it.

This reminds me of a time, which was years ago, when my husband and I were invited to my friends' house for a corned beef dinner. We were starving and couldn't wait to sink out teeth into that delicious meat.

We sat around the table chit chatting, waiting for the corned beef to make its presence. When it appeared, my friend placed it on the center of the table. But what did I see,  and couldn't believe was a shrunken piece of meat. I looked at my husband and tried not to laugh.

My friend apologized and said she didn't know what happened.  But of course I didn't say anything. I didn't want to hurt my friends feelings, after all we didn't get together too often for dinner because of our busy lives...

And even though the corned beef was small, it should taste good, right?  Wrong.  It was so dry that I could hardly swallow it.  Again my friend apologized.   But we all had a great time and laughed a lot about the shrunken corned beef...

After we said our goodbyes, and thanked our hosts for dinner, my husband and I rushed  home and raided our refrigerator for something to eat, which wasn't much, since my shopping day was usually on Monday's

Then a year went by, and we were once again invited to my friends house for dinner, I prayed and hoped it wasn't corned beef.  It wasn't, instead it was a baby shower for me, and she served delicious Roast Beef and Potato Salad  And wouldn't you know it, that was the night my twins decided to be born.

So for me Corned Beef and Cabbage, will always remind me of being

FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG/the weekend

When the weekend comes around, all too fast it disappears, and before you know it the week is here.
So I'm going to enjoy what's ahead, I'll just take it in stride, and enjoy the ride.

It might be easier said then done, But I'll sure give it one hell of a try.


FOREVER YOUNG