Monday, April 27, 2009

When I Grow Up

I sure envy those persons who admit to having known, early on, what they wanted to do when they grew up ... then proceeded to do so, exhibiting purpose and passion.

Myself, I’d first nursed ambitions of becoming a veterinarian – then discovered that required lots of science. Cancel that! Years later, I dreamed of becoming a Pulitzer-prize winning journalist, but only progressed as far as (being) a high-school "stringer" for the Albuquerque Journal.

Tho’ unfocused, my own so-called career path has been spent (mostly) happy in supporting roles-- media, accounting and now, hospitality.

But! ….if there’s “another time around” I think I'd sure enjoy being a homicide detective! (Enjoy? Well, that's not exactly the right word.) Still ……

It got me thinking about how funny Life can be. For instance, in my own little corner of the world:

A Vice President began her career as a hotel housekeeper.
Only 20 years ago, our GM was a switchboard operator with Hilton.
We've a former criminologist, a flight attendant, firefighter/paramedic and merchant marine. (Candlestick-maker's pending!)

What circumstances result in these skews? Suppose it's ye-olde money trail? Or, do they (like me) covet finding a warm and welcoming environment?

How about you? Are you living your dream?

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

There's a New Kid in Town!


Snips n’ snails and puppy-dog tails
~ that’s what little boys are made of!


Mommy’s loving touch …
Dad’s gentle understanding …
Grandma and Grandpa’s spoiling ways ….
and God, watching over us all.

Thank you, Lord, for the life you’ve given a new beginning!


Yup, we finally got "the" call ...

Hubby's son and DIL are first-time parents of a 8 lb., 3 oz. baby boy, born at 7:58 this morning! They'd elected to keep his gender a surprise from all (save the OB/Gyn) ... not a popular decision with us in-laws and out-laws! (LOL)

Ya, we're mighty tickled! DH's sister and brother-in-law will be here tomorrow night (from Florida), so I hope to have some cute pictures to post real soon. That, and a name! (I sense they'd been expecting a girl; now, it's back to the Baby Dictionary!)

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Undercover

So far this year we’ve not had to engage our home’s a.c. .. but I suspect it won’t be long now.

Isn't hindsight wonderful? When DH and I first toured model homes, we were so taken by the vaulted ceilings. Not so, a few months later when Summer rolled around …. accompanied by ridiculous utility bills. (Hark!... Is that the sound of APS’ stockholders clapping their hands?)

To add insult to injury, our master bedroom occupies the home’s southwest corner. Anyone from Arizona knows what I’m talking about: Ceiling fans and A/C be darned …. it gets HOT in there!!!

In contrast: My definition of the "Perfect Boudoir" has little to do with d├ęcor. Rather, it’s a chilly environment, coupled with several sturdy quilts pulled tight up around my chin.

You see, no matter what time of year, I’m unable to sleep without some sort of cover… a nuance of weight. Several of my friends concur. Is this just a chick phenomenon???

I ask because, DH is perfectly content to count zzzz’s atop the bedcovers. How odd! Amateur psychologist Mevely317 asks, “When you were little, did your parents not tuck you in at bedtime?”

…and so it goes. One evening last summer I returned home, informing DH I’d found my next husband. (...just kidding!) No, I don’t recall a face, but overheard him telling a co-worker his home’s thermostat is set at 65 degrees year-round.

No, of course I don’t covet owing my soul to APS, so we’ve compromised on 78-80-degrees, give or take … and I ready my survival kit: frozen washcloths carefully arranged in Ziplock bags, then discretely slipped inside my pillowcases. Last August, I tried putting my pj’s in the freezer prior to bedtime … but that’s a whole ‘nother story that didn’t work out so well.
Just please, don’t take away my blanket!

Saturday, April 11, 2009


OK, I’ve learned a few truths in the last couple weeks:
Do not, under any circumstances, simultaneously begin a diet, stop smoking, file taxes, and attempt to remain “Cheerleader-Cindy” in the face of Very.Scary.Health issues... particularly when the recipient of said issues happens to be your own spousal unit.
I don’t much cotton to Pity-Parties, especially when they're my own.

Know what? We’ve come out the other side, unexpectedly and perfectly Blessed.
… yet I just sucked down a Cheddarwurst (OK, two) then "helped" them digest with a smoke out back, watching the poopy-rain and wondering what in the heck I was doing.

All I can make of this is to thank God for granting me yet another mulligan. Suppose I’ve mentioned this before, but I’m all about second chances, new beginnings. Could be, why I’ve always preferred the Sunrise to sunset?
This time of year, I’m really fortunate to be driving east just as Four Peaks are perfectly silhouetted by the new dawn …
Happy New Year... Happy Easter, indeed!

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Ya Gotta Have Friends

Interesting … we overheard a spin jockey tell that Dean Martin and John Wayne were actually close personal friends. “My goodness, what do you suppose those two ever had in common?”, I wondered aloud.

Then, reflecting on my own two BFF’s. What do I have in common with Debbie; with Debra? Very little; in fact, we’re almost polar opposites. Still, we laugh -- at the mundane, the unexpected… at each other, at ourselves.

And, they’re 3AM folk: You know, the kind you’d not hesitate to call at any hour of the day or night … and they’d be Right There, not a whit annoyed. (“Right There” being a relative concept, considering the 1000+ miles physically separating us.)

Well, at this stage of my life I’ve several gal-pals and acquaintances … but few friends. By choice. “Precious and Few”, isn't that a song?

Then, when you least expect it? Thanks to Classmates.com, I was totally blown away to get letter from my very first BFF, Kathy … what, we were 6, 7 years old? Then, another e-mail: She was driving over from San Diego in the next few days; might she drop by for a soda? Whoa! …. Whatever will she think of me, of this house, what if we discover we hate one another? Not really, but nervous thoughts all the same… it’s been near 50 years since her family moved away! Will I recognize her?

Let’s put it this way, I’d have picked her out of a Thanksgiving crowd at O’Hare Airport. And I’m reminded of a Judy Collins’ line, “I look in the mirror through the eyes of the child that was me.” Last Sunday’s visit was brief, yet the warmth was immediate. I’ve a hunch that while our lives have taken such different paths, there’s plenty of laughter and hugs in store for us, too!