I Got You Babe

Dancing with the Stars and I are best buddies. There is nothing I enjoy more then dancing and singing, but this season, I have a bad taste in my mouth. I don't like people to fight, or argue, and certainly not for my entertainment. Last night it was pissy and we lost Chaz!!! Chasity, Chazina, Chaz, this is somebody's baby, Sonny and Cher's baby, therefore it is mine!!! When that baby was born, we circled her with love. Our embrace was a reflection of our love for Sonny and Cher. They say we're young and we don't know......I know we love Chasity Bono. We still love him. So much emotional feelings well up in me. A fountain of questions, worries, engulf me over this child. I don't want him to hurt, and the judges called him a penguin!! Only in a Batman movie are you glad to be a penguin,and that's a maybe. Words wound people. No he could not dance, but you don't throw the baby out with the bath water. He is on a different path, a journey that can not be easy, and he wanted to dance!!! I'm very proud of you sweet boy, I love you, all of you, as is.
I Got You Babe!!!!

Dance With Me

Never have I been one to stay up late, so needless to say, we tape everything on TV. Maybe the correct word is record, Tivo? all I know is that when I wake up between 4:30 and 5:00, I can watch it all. So this early morning, Dancing with the Stars was my drug of choice. I was giddy, it was also Broadway night, AND Kristin Chenoweth was going to sing, happy Tuesday to me.
You see, in my next life, I want Kristin's voice and Bob Fosse to mentor me. Hours on hours, of jazz hands, with Bob and his cigarettes!!! and sing......I would not even speak, every word would be in song. Broadway baby, here I come, even from my perch in the den. My hubs looked at me from across the room and asked?? "What are you doing with your hands?" "YOU SHOULD RECOGNIZE THIS MOVE! " and.... "IT IS CLEAR THAT YOU DON'T, I'M PRAYING TO THE DANCING GODS TO SEND ME BOB FOSSE!" and " SOME PEOPLE CALL THEM JAZZ HANDS!"
( God love my Bill, they did not have the Bob Fosse course in Princeton!) ( my all cap letters have calmed down until) " Who is this Kristin person?" "OH MERCY, IT IS THE PERSON THAT YOUR WIFE SINGS LIKE!!!!"
XOXO

National Day of What?

This past week, painfully busy, there was humor around every corner. Daily I'm amused by this crazy life of mine. Each day there is a National Day of Something. My favorite this week, was the National Handwriting Day. I was transported back into my first grade classroom, and Mrs. Miller. She appeared ancient to me then, and surely she was not. Maybe forty, but to this young five year old, one hundred, at least. She was pinched! Handwriting was the BIG thing in first grade, and the paper was soooooooo thin!!! My name, Bonnie Blackman, had too many m's and n's and two Big B's. My printing varied, some big letters, some tiny, some with hearts on it!! I practiced cursive, when Mrs. M wanted ONLY hard line letters. My t's were not crossed like she wanted. I wanted rhythm and she wanted no eraser marks!! I loved writing my name, over and over, ten million times?? I wanted to show her how well I could draw, NO!!! Bonnie, write fifty more B's and all the same size. Didn't she know I was worried about ants eating my lunch, and dreading nap time!! Also there were a couple of cute boys, I had my eyes on. She must not have known that we would all abandon handwriting, for computers many years later.
I do love to hand write notes, and a personal card, now and then. I'm never without many sharpened pencils, and have dozens of "special" pens scattered around. Mrs. M would still dislike my penmanship, but she would, I think, smile that I love to write. So on the day of National Handwriting Day, I turned on my laptop and smiled to the heavens!! Surely Mrs. M has gone to be with Jesus, she was so OLD!!!!

Unpack Your Boxes

I am currently reading Life As A Verb. Savoring every word, reading it out loud to myself, just to make sure it sinks in. The pages are highlighted to hell and back, and at another time, I will review it for the multitudes. Right now I just want to borrow a quote, in fact a chapter title, Unpack Your Boxes. T.S. Elliot said, "The faith, the hope, and the love are all in the waiting." Let GO of the monkey bars and unpack your boxes. You will see why this spoke to me. Our family historian, my Emma, is on a mission to organize our photos, and there are BOXES!!! She has a plan, box after box, album on top of albums!! YEARS of our life, on paper. Piles, sorted and gathered in her grand 'stacker' plan. If it does not involve me, my response is "Go For It!!!" In Emma's world,"Go For It!"
means, show mom every picture and talk about categories!!! NOOOOOooooo..............She wants details, and then Hart steps into the mess, "Mom look at this!" I asked them if they understood, that looking at photos makes me sad. Not always, but all these baby pictures, and its fall and I'm in a funk of sadness!!!! Then this chapter title came to me, Unpack Your Boxes! It's time and Emma is in charge, I have to let go of the monkey bars!!!

PSS. The above photo is one that I kept in my pile!!!

Fall Stupor

My head cold has traveled and now its all about the lungs. Fall and mold spores hate me!! Thus my melancholy mood. Where moods are concerned, I delve in, totally!!!! Why waste the moment, I put on my fall frown. I now swig Robitussin, and whine. UNTIL the mums arrive. My husband picked out six of the most beautiful mums, at my request, to bring some light around my world. He was going to home depot anyway!! He called three different times, asking about size, color and names of flowers!!! Always the research chemist!! Well he did good, and as thorough as preforming open heart surgery, his mum purchase was the turning point in my fall stupor!! I had a spark ignited and began to decorate for Halloween. Come on deciduous trees, I see Yellow and I'm not running!!!

Insanely Great

I have recently read articles about Steve Jobs.
I have had the pleasure of watching news about his early life, and struggles.
I am, like others, fascinated by his genius.
He viewed things as "Insanely Great!" How many people start their day, with that outlook? A life with a plan A, B, C and maybe D!!! His short life on earth was "filled up!" with ideas, AND he acted on them.

An enormous life, that changed history.
I feel lucky to have been around to witness this technology "grow up."
Thank you Mr Jobs,
My son is in heaven, his name is Ward. I know you were a smart man, I want to believe you were a good person, so he can visit with you. He will be trilled to pick your brain. Tell him that his mom loves him so much.
I wish you peace,

Ward's mom

Attention Ward: Steve Jobs died. So young, I hate that. I hope he is heaven bound, or at least in your vicinity. Precious, enjoy the company of interesting people. I hope he brings an Ipad (is that what they call it?) to all angels and throws a few to "the others!!!" also. You know all people have stories!!!!!
You are so loved,
Mom

NyQuil in the AM

October comes in, followed by germs. Sinus infection, bronchitis, aches and pains, with a fever to boot!!! It is just October 4th and I have been sick four days, help me Rhonda!!! Saturday and Sunday, my sloshing head hovered above my pillow, I was a prisoner to fall.
My weekend was ruined, until....my hub, who looks after me, yells up to sickbay, "Bon, Dr. Zhivago is on the tube!" I rolled over and perched, like a sick bird, on the end of my bed. I surfaced for air and "The Doctor!!" It is so important that the people you love and have trained, know what would make you feel better. Omar, be still my beating heart, heard my cough!!! My cry out for a weekend, saved. I refuse to go a day without singing or dancing, and this weekend I got out of bed, and spun around my room, to Laura's Theme Song! I know you are humming the tune as I type, it is a cure for all that is wrong in the world. Beautiful music, people who love you, Omar and NyQuil in the AM!!!!!

AN add on...Still coughing but going to work this am, when on the radio, Marvin Gaye began to sing. Sexual Healing, merciful lord, I started to sway. Quickly I decided to pay my respect, I pulled into the next subdivision, a car dance would not do. Oh no, I had to get out of the car and dance, it was total joy....or was it the NyQuil in the AM???? Come on fall, I'm ready.