Monthly Archives: November 2008
This blog has some wonderful photos, and you can submit your own (instructions included on the blog).
I snapped this cell phone photo on my walk to the fruit stand.
It’s still very foggy, but no rain.
Besides getting a great workout, I snagged some tangerines, a fresh pineapple, two lovely Bosc pears, and four firm bananas at my favorite fruit stand.
May the fruit listed above cure my continued lust for sweets.
Please stop over to Eastcoastlife and read a moving tribute to a young woman from Singapore killed in the Mumbai terrorist attack.
“Her death shocked the nation. It brings home to all of us that Terrorism knows no boundaries. It could happen to any one of us, anywhere.”
So true, Eastcoast.
Photo Copyright Beth Allen 2008
The photo above I call “Seattle Alley.”
I can’t wait to get my new digital camera in the mail, because my cell phone only holds three pictures at a time!
It’s raining, 54 degrees, and still foggy at 11:00 a.m.
But it’s Sunday, and I love my time off.
Thanks to a long nap yesterday afternoon, I got most of my laundry done last night.
I’m going to spend my Sunday reading and blogging, and I’m going to walk to the fruit stand this afternoon.
Time to wean myself off desserts!
Take care, my friends!
I took a long nap this afternoon, so right now I am doing my laundry and watching “White Christmas,” one of my favorite movies of all time.
I love schmaltz!
My grandson Luka decided he was King Luka on Thanksgiving.
His mother made him a crown, using an empty Ritz cracker box, and a book for him to write the King Luka story. Sorry that I didn’t get a picture of Luka with his crown.
And Luka decided that his Bunny Beth (me) was to be his minion (his word, not mine).
As his minion, I had to write the story for him as he dictated to me.
What. A. Riot.
Luckily this book won’t be published (not right now, anyway), because Luka borrowed great portions of his story from Star Wars.
And making his enemies drink Jalapeno juice, or endless mugs of beer, made us both giggle.
After writing for what seemed like hours (actual time was ~2 hours), I told Luka I was tired and needed to take a break.
“Sure, Bunny Beth. Do you need 25 minutes? How about 40 minutes?”
I took a nap this afternoon.
Thanks to Rose DesRochers for the Attitude and Gratitude Award.
Here are the rules:
This award is passed to Bloggers for showing great Attitude and/or Gratitude.
The rules of this award:
Put the logo on your blog or post.
Nominate at least 10 blogs which show great Attitude and/or Gratitude!
Be sure to link to your nominees within your post.
Let them know that they have received this award by commenting on their blog.
Share the love and link to this post and to the person from whom you received your award.
I don’t have good luck passing awards on to people, so here’s my rule:
You may claim this award if you comment on my blog.
Cool rules, huh?
Here’s the view from my son’s front porch yesterday. We got rain and wind all day.
But it was great.
The food was awesome, and last night I got to see my son, grandson, and granddaughter perform in the Bellevue Youth Theater production of The Wizard of Oz. My daughter-in-law designed and organized the makeup for the large cast.
I had so much fun!
But now I’m tired.
I’m out to run some errands, then I’m going to come home, take a hot shower, and relax.
And read a whole bunch of blogs!
I hope you all had a great holiday, if you celebrate the Thanksgiving holiday!
One more day of work, and then I’m off for four days.
I will try to get by all of your blogs tonight, but I have lots to do.
If you celebrate Thanksgiving, I hope you have a blessed day.
Heck, even if you don’t celebrate Thanksgiving I hope you have a blessed day.
Be back Sunday.
You asked for it, Rene, and you got it.
Rene’s comment was:
“Wouldn’t it be cool if our old transistor radios could transport us for a little bit to a special place and time in our lives? Where would you go?”
I asked myself this question during my lunch break today, and there can only be one answer.
I would go back to the time and place, known only to me, when I kicked an abusive person out of my life.
It was, for me, a golden moment, a time of great personal power for me, a moment when I screamed “[insert swear words here] …with me and pay the price, mother ^%&*().”
Here’s the really interesting part of this little story, folks.
Telling this person to hit the road gave my self esteem such a lift, that everything since that little drama has been coming up roses for me.
The magic just keeps unfolding for me, day after day.
So, thanks to Rene, whenever I drift into despair and question my abilities, I’m going to take out my transistor radio and travel back to that time when I told this person to get permanently gone from my life.
You are a miracle.