Yep. That's me.
Your Thinking is Abstract and Random |
 You are flexible, adaptable, and creative. There's many ways that you can learn - and you're up for any of them. You relate well to other people, and you do well working in groups. You can help people communicate together and work with each other's strengths. You don't work well with people who are competitive or adversarial. You prefer to work toward a common goal... not toward conflicting goals. |
If you ever get the opportunity to see Martina McBride in concert, GO! Don't think twice. Just GO! She is phenomenal. The woman has so much energy and puts all of herself into her singing. She is better live than recorded. I don't think I've ever thought that about a performer before. I don't see how she can sing like that night after night without straining her voice. She a gift to reach inside your soul and touch your heart. Her songs all have meaning and inspiration. They hit home on so many levels. I am still astonished by the magnitude with which she sang each song and note. WOW. Just WOW.
I lost it when she sang Concrete Angel. I tried discretely to wipe away the tears running down my face but others noticed. Chowhound consoled me by saying that he was sure I was probably not the only one.
I don't have daughters but my sons rescued me so I totally relate to In my Daughter's Eyes. Change daughters to sons and it applies to me.
The end of the song talks about "one day when they leave". That's the trouble I'm having now. I never thought I would have difficulty in the transition to the "empty nest". I was just fooling myself and talking out my a$$. Chowhound is the only one left at home now. He graduates from high school next month. I was okay with that as he has been talking about going to the Jr. college here. That was cool. I can do that. He changed his mind. He has decided to following in Daredevil's footsteps and join the Marines. He signs the papers Monday. He won't leave until September at the earliest. So, I have the summer with him and to adjust to his leaving. I'm a basket case already. I hate to see myself in a few months.
I know this opens up opportunities for me also. But, I'm scared. For over 22 years my life has revolved around my children. They rescued me from a destructive lifestyle. Becoming a mother was the best thing to ever happen to me. It is who I am and I am proud of that. I am proud of my boys. Who ever said that having children is like having your heart walk around out side your body was dead on. I feel so vulnerable.
This week I'm going to be posting affirmations design to attract wealth and prosperity and the means for getting help. I need a new roof on my house. I have siding that needs replacing. The carpets need removed and replaced with wood or tile. I need a new backdoor. Plus I would love to do some serious remodeling. My kitchen is ancient and needs updating. So, I am going to concentrate on money and resources to accomplish the things I need to get done.
I was in Tampa singing the blues this weekend. Tampa's annual Blues Fest Rocks!
Last night was Los Lonely Boys and Walter Trout.
We danced and jammed and people watched. Fun was had by all. I was envious of the people sitting on their boats listening to the music. But, then again they couldn't see the show only the backs of the booths and the port-a-potties. So, come to think of it we had a much better seat. The weather was perfect. A slight breeze and no bugs. The music was fantastic.
I'm going back next year.
I achieve my goal with joy, ease, and peace. As I look upon my words, I know that the world is shifting to bring forth everything on my list. I now see opportunities, I now have ideas, and I now have the means to accomplish everything I desire and it feels wonderful.
Today's affirmation goes out for Chowhound. He is performing a marimba solo today at the State level. This is the fourth year he has earned a Superior at District and qualified for State. However, the superior rating has eluded him at State. He is a senior. This is his last chance. He is playing a piece that is extremely difficult. It is the highest level available, grade 7. I even talked with the composer of the piece. He said it was difficult and complicated.
So, Chowhound,
T1G tagged Bou with the six word Memoir meme.
Legend has it that Hemingway was once challenged to write a story in only six words. His response? “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.” Last year, SMITH Magazine re-ignited the recountre by asking our readers for their own six-word memoirs. They sent in short life stories in droves, from the bittersweet (“Cursed with cancer, blessed with friends”) and poignant (“I still make coffee for two”) to the inspirational (“Business school? Bah! Pop music? Hurrah”) and hilarious (“I like big butts, can’t lie”).
And the Rules are:
1) Write your own six word memoir.
2) Post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you’d like.
3) Link to the person that tagged you in your post, and to the original post if possible so we can track it as it travels across the blogosphere.
4) Tag at least six more blogs with links.
Then Bou added:However... I'm tasking you instead, to leave your six words in my comments. Y'all are the creative bunch.But, would you believe mu.nu won't let me comment. I get an error message. So, I'm forced to actually post.
