Fine Dining
I love to eat out in nice restaurants with friends. I enjoy the whole fine-dining experience, beginning with a glass of chardonnay followed by a salad of mixed greens. Now, I may be dating myself with the next statement, but I remember a time when a dining guest could enjoy a salad, even finish it before the entree arrived. Back-in-the-day, there was also a rule about not removing any plates until everyone at the table had finished eating. To remove one’s plate any sooner, would leave the still-eating guest feeling (a) conspicuous, like everyone was watching him/her eat, or (b) a sense of urgency to stop yapping and finish the meal, or (c) afraid that any lapse in fork to mouth activity might signal restaurant personnel to remove the...
Miracles
I feel like a little “magic” wouldn’t hurt right now. You know, a small miracle; something to get me through the day ’til five, the week ’til Friday, the months ’til summer. And then, as if on cue, I get one of those forwarded e-mails, the kind that say if, and only if, I send it to 15 people something wonderful will happen at 10:37 a.m. the next day. I always follow through with those, but nothing ever happens at 10:37 the next day, at least I don’t think…I’m always doing something else at the prescribed time, and forget about the miracle that’s being delivered. Then I kick myself when I realize that once again, my ship probably came in, and as usual–I missed it. I’m a little...
Easter Revelations
The one thing that I can absolutely count on every year is that the Easter Bunny will bring me chocolate. That’s right, I can make all kinds of declarative statements to the Universe about what I want and expect for my life (fame and fortune), but I tend to be disappointed with the results. The Easter Bunny; however, has never let me down, and for that I am grateful. I’ll tell you what I like most about the Easter Bunny. He doesn’t have any stipulations like Santa about what is good and good enough. That naughty and nice crap is so subjective; I mean you could be going along working hard with your nose firmly fixed to the grindstone, but do you think he recognizes any of that? Nothing is ever good enough for that guy and he demonstrates it by...
“Champions” by Guest Blogger, Julie Donnellan
The face-off between these two rivals was near. Warm ups were tense. These teams had met before, they knew the drill. This game mattered, this game would be the last one for one for one of them–this would be a tough one. No one was going down with a fight. The game was between Santa Clara Blackhawks Midget 18A and the Ventura Mariners Midget 18A, the final game of the round robin portion of the State Championship Tournament. Both teams had a win and a loss. The loser would go home and the winner would go on. The puck is dropped and the game is on– 38 seconds in, Dalton Holt, SC #21, takes his revenge on Ventura #349, the player who had driven his brother, Tanner, into the boards so hard that his ACL was obliterated. The whistle blows, SC #21 is in...
Fishing at Fifty
By Guest Blogger, Nanci Williams Being single at middle-age isn’t the heartbreak you might think it would be. It is exciting! I finally get to buy my very own home and furnish it the way I want to – painted in bright colors – and with art on the walls. (instead of pictures of men holding fish) And I can finally get a cat! I am fortunate to have a lot of single girlfriends to spend time with, and I have an older sister who has been single for three years already to show me the ropes. My sister has become highly adept at Internet dating, and I love hearing stories about all the “fish” she catches, what kind of “bait” she is using, and… well let’s just say the fishing metaphors “fly” when you’re...
