October, 2010 Archives


Sir Nigel – My Grandson

by Pj in Family

This, according to Ben and Breann is my Grandson Sir Nigel. As all proud grandparents I am obliged to post pictures of my grandchildren. Personally, I think the eyes are a dead give away. So definitely ours. Who else can glare with such venom except one of mine? Now I just need to know where one goes to enter their grandchildren in the cutest grandchild contest. I so want to win…. for him. It would be so good for his self-esteem. Any monetary benefits will be posted for expenses. So love being a grandmama.


The Eye of the Tornado

by Pj in Family, Random

Isn’t it funny how hobbling in pain due to my torn meniscus’ in both knees while I schedule picking up my husband at work after he turns in his car, phone and other items because the company has closed their doors permanently just in time for the holiday season, I hear unfamiliar sounds in my 15 year-old car? I would get out to investigate, but my brakes aren’t working all that well.. Why risk it? Just keep driving and pray for green lights.

My car handle isn’t working properly either. I have a fear that I will soon have to crawl out through the back door. Not to great on those above mentioned knees. And exiting through the window is not an option. The automatic window is not so automatic. But I am glad I have a window in the car that prevents the rain and heat from coming in as opposed to my house, which apparently was never properly sealed to prevent that from occurring. Lining the windowsill with my bath towels helps, until I am standing in the shower trying to remember where my towel went.

To conserve resources I decided to sew one of the play costumes. I guess it didn’t help my aged body to seam rip until the wee hours of the morning. And heeding the call to paint by numbers on the high school musical presentation was the right thing to do. It’s the climbing up and down those stage steps that killed me. I don’t mind laying in ice to ease the swelling and the pain. Really, don’t mind at all. Could use a bath towel though.

Sometimes I feel like I am in that tornado in Kansas. I can see my car and house and children flying outside this quiet bubble, but I know I might just as well enjoy the moment because any minute all those things are going to either land on me or I will be pulled into the worm hole myself.

And considering all the other stress induced deadlines, commitments and issues I won’t even begin to complain about I was doing okay. Really I was. Until I read some middle-aged lady, actually she is older than middle-aged, just to be clear. She was trying to be funny about getting old. She is famous and rich and successful. How I pity her.

It was reading her description of what I discovered that very morning in the bathroom mirror san towel, that sent me over the edge tumbling down to the dark side. It doesn’t matter that her description confirms what all women eventually experience in older age. Doesn’t matter at all.

Yes, my cleavage now looks like a peach pit.

Those are my toes curling under that house. I want to kill that little dog! Welcome to oz. There’s no place like home.



by Pj in Family


And in the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years. Abraham Lincoln


Courage Required

by Pj in Family

“Whatever course you decide upon, there is always someone to tell you that you are wrong. There are always difficulties arising which tempt you to believe that your critics are right. To map out a course of action and follow it to an end requires courage” Ralph Waldo Emerson



by Pj in Random, Screenwriting

Yesterday was National Day on Writing. A teacher somewhere required her students to write a 6-word autobiographical story. I find this fascinating. It is reported that Ernest Hemingway wrote,

Baby shoes. For sale. Never used.


So in celebration of writing I spent my self-allotted 5 minutes of personal pleasure to construct a 6-word sentence. I suggest you might consider the same challenge. I found it a little disturbing. Kind of self-revelatory. I need to work on being more discreet. I think it is more attractive, but middle age has afforded me the pleasure of ignoring the politically correct and acceptable appropriate behavior. So there. I am learning to impose.

Accidental birth. Imposing. Consider counting self.



by Pj in Family


Very clever.


Music Cited

by Pj in Family

Remember when we would go to the record store and listen to the latest single? If you don’t remember….so sad.

What is true is I love music. I wish I could make my own. I am not gifted in that way. What I do do is appreciate those that do create music. And I certainly know what I like when it comes to music. So I decided to create a blog that showcased the stuff I like.

I hope others who are exposed to “new stuff” will send me a sample to enjoy. And those who are listening might be exposed to it on this new site. One way to publicize unknowns. I like the idea so I’m running with it.

If your in the mood to be touched by the sounds and lyrics then please feel free to visit my Pj’s singled out site. It’s fun, easy and might make you smile today….or cry.


What You Should Know

by Pj in Family

Mary T. Lathrap (1838-1895)

Do you know you have asked for the costliest thing
Ever made by the hand above—
A woman’s heart, and a woman’s life
And a woman’s wonderful love?

Do you know you have asked for this priceless thing
As a child might ask for a toy,
Demanding what others have died to win,
With the reckless dash of a boy?

You have written my lesson of duty out,
Man-like you have questioned me;
Now stand at the bar of my woman’s soul
Until I shall question thee.

You require your mutton shall always be hot,
Your socks and your shirt be whole;
I require your heart to be true as God’s stars,
And as pure as heaven your soul.

You require a cook for your mutton and beef;
I require a far better thing.
A seamstress you’re wanting for socks and shirts;
I look for a man and a king.

A king for the beautiful realm called home,
And a man that the maker, God,
Shall look upon as he did the first
And say, “It is very good.”

I am fair and young, but the rose will fade
From my soft, young cheek one day,
Will you love me then ‘mid the falling leaves,
As you did ‘mid the bloom of May?

Is your heart an ocean so strong and deep,
I may launch my all on its tide?
A loving woman finds heaven or hell
On the day she is made a bride.

I require all things that are grand and true,
All things that a man should be;
If you give all this, I would stake my life
To be all you demand of me.

If you cannot do this — a laundress and cook
You can hire, with little to pay,
But a woman’s heart and a woman’s life
Are not to be won that way.

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