HOROSCOPE

Expect greatness today. Your sun will shine, cakes will rise, the music will be good.

call me old fashioned

I believe in the simplicity of marriage. It is not overrated, a ball and chain, or a statistic waiting to fail. It is one of the most amazing commitments to give to yourself. It is no longer the strangeness of 'highs' and 'lows', but as I always tell people who ask "how's married life?", a smoothe, content, ride. You sit in different seats, maybe today you drive and tomorrow you shotgun, but individually it creates that divine road trip.

The thing about my dad is...

He knows EVERYONE. He's the 'mayor' in his own right. He likes to talk to everyone about anything. Godfather of 'shooting the shit'. He likes to talk to us (the fam) on the phone at least once, maybe twice a day. Our heads share some strange radar, I know exactly when he's going to call right before he does. He's the coolest dork. Really. It's not that he's dorky, he's just cool, if it's like 1970. And these days the 70's are cool, so my dad is finally making his comeback! He has taught me that family ALWAYS comes first in life, then football. I hate football. I pretend it's cool to spend 12 hours a day watching it, but "Come on DAD!" - me when I was a little girl. He always has green chile, beans, and torts when I come over for dinner. (mmmmm...what I would give for some of that). He's my dad, and he hasn't called once today, wait a minute...I think that's the phone ringing now.

quite a contradiction

I'm so not into smoking. But, my neighbor just lit up and the smell of the first drag is actually one of my all time favs. It reminds me of my Grandpa who had is own special smoking room in the garage with a metal stool and a black and white TV. When we were kids, I have memories of walking past the garage door, going in and sitting down to talk with him. The smell of him lighting up a cigarette, with his big smile and huge ears is like home to me. Now my Grandpa is gone, but I get to see him every summer. There is a hummingbird that perches himself on the same branch every year and spies on me from our deck. I have always thought from the beginning that this bird is him, coming to check up on me, with a cigarette in his mouth, blowing me the first light.

thought of Thursday...

he's the man who brings me roses, when I ain't got none

what to do today...

I want to spread the 'art' of my 'art' through the community. Kids are hands down the number one student in the kitchen and I want to create the opportunity for them to learn and for me to teach. Let's see how I can make THIS happen...

"Your business should be an extension of yourself" - a very wise man indeed.