Monthly Archives: February 2012
Colors create mood and evoke emotions. Mood and emotions set the stage and tone for romance. When we think of romance we often think of the color Red. Red evokes passion. There are red lips, red hearts, blood red and red hot. Yellow and passion, not so much.
When we think of sexy romance, we can conjure up the color black. Sexy black lingerie, lacy bras and panties, the little black dress, black leather, long tall back stockings and stilettos. Orange and sexy, again, usually No.
But if you’re looking for fun and lighthearted romance, think sunshine and spring flowers. Now yellow and orange come into play. I like bright colors like yellow and orange. Bright colors are happy and uplifting. They inspire us to smile. Daffodils bloom every year in the town where I live. Every year I look forward to these bright sunny flowers popping up from winter’s ground. They make me think of picnics, fresh green grass and bold bursts of wild flowers.
This weekend I was in the mood for some fun romance. I bought a large bouquet of orange roses and vase full of daffodils. My house feels sunny and bright, and warm and cozy. It’s truly a romantic setting for some fun and laughter. How grand.
Enjoy always, T
Ah, the romance of self-sacrifice! The idea that we would give of ourselves to become a better person for ourselves and for others. Yes, a romantic idea indeed.
Yesterday was Ash Wednesday, the first day of Lent in many Christian religions. I was raised as a Catholic and for years I have followed the annual Lenten ritual of giving up something for Lent, the 46 days preceding Easter. (It’s only 40 if you don’t count Sundays!)
While I’m no longer a ‘practicing Catholic’ I still observe Lent. It’s somewhat of a holdover from my traditional Catholic upbringing, but now I make the effort more to satisfy my personal preferences rather than to comply with religious tenets. I appreciate the idea of that I can choose to ‘give something up’ as a demonstration of my own willpower over the choices I make. I like to muster the determination needed to make a commitment and see it through to the end. It requires that every day I be aware of my choices.
For years I’ve given up liquor and chocolate, but not this year. This year I’ll continue to give up liquor – it’s not like I’m a really big drinker – but instead of chocolate, I’m giving up cakes, cookies and pastries. I know I could give up the chocolates, I’ve done it before, many times and I’m certain I could do it again, should I so desire. But I’ve never tried to do the cakes, cookies and pastries thing before, and this year I wanted to do something different. At least that’s what I tell myself.
I’m sure it has nothing to do with the BIG box of chocolates sitting at home in my cupboard. At least that’s what I’m telling myself.
Anyone else out there who still observes the Lenten ritual of self-sacrifice? Just asking.
Enjoy always, T
Warning: This blog is rated “M” for mature and “R” for raunchy. DO NOT read any further if you are easily offended. However, IF you are easily offended, I have to wonder what the blaze you’re doing here, but let me explain…
I’m very sorry to report that I’m a sore ass, or excuse me, I should say I have a sore ass. As much as I would like to deny that statement, for the moment, it’s true.
My day started out all well and good until I decided I needed to run to catch the next BART train. Suddenly, unexpectedly and with horribly bad timing, my right hip gave out. Boom, I could hardly walk, forget about running.
I’ve heard old age is a bitch. I can confirm, she’s also a painful bitch. I do not consider myself a pain wimp, but this does not feel good. (I am a cold wimp, yes, but not pain.)
This pain in my ass, I mean, this hip pain has caused me to do something I have not done in many, many months. I called and made a doctor’s appointment. However my doctor cannot see me until Friday afternoon. Who knows, by then I may not need her assistance. If I’m lucky, this too shall pass and the pain may be gone by then, in which case I will cancel said appointment and carry on.
Unfortunately I have rather limited faith in doctors. Far too often I’ve heard, “There’s nothing we can do, you’re just getting old.” At which point I would really like to slap them with my birth certificate, but I don’t. I’m afraid of breaking the ancent stone tablet. I’d also be concerned about being accused of elder abuse, except I just found out that Elder Abuse is not some done by me – it’s something done to me. Until now I always called it. . . on second thought, never mind what I called it.
I know this blog post makes very little sense. Perhaps it’s because my ass is in control today and she’s not in a good mood.
And I know, a sore ass isn’t very romantic. Maybe I’ll have better luck on another day. For now, I’m trying my best to Look for the Good and to Enjoy Always, T
A dear fellow blogging buddy tagged me recently. Linda Vernon got tagged and was so thoughtful, kind, considerate, just down-right-mean enough, to tag me too!! This is my kinda, sorta, response to her tag, since I’ve not good at following all the rules. I’m the kind of persone that when the instructions say “Read all instructions before starting this project.” who basically ignores said instructions.
So for the seven words that describe me (as if) I’ll go with:
Happy - needs no real explanation.
Honest - more often than not.
Friendly – again, more often than not (just being honest here).
A Talker – not afraid to speak my mind.
Generous - I hope, and I try.
Hopeful and Romantic - as in a hopeful romantic.
Okay, now on to some really tough questions, of which I have opted to pick and choose, because this is only a kinda, sorta, response to being tagged.
What keeps me up at night? Besides not being asleep, my beau (for all the right reasons), reading and writing.
Who would I like to be? Me at my best.
What am I wearing right now? A business suit, not very exciting. I should have done this at night!
What scares me? Not being good enough – is that honest enough for you?
There’s more and I hope to get back to finishing this tagging buz – maybe later. One of the requests (requirements) is that I tag seven more bloggers. I want to give this some thought, so it may take some time as – well who knows what can happen while I’m giving it some thought.
Todays’ blog was brought to you by Silly and Foolish, two of my dearest selves.
Enjoy always, T
Today is Valentine’s Day. It’s the day we celebrate romance and relationships.
Come on folks, let’s be inclusive. Let’s not just celebrate romantic relationships, let’s celebrate all relationships. Let’s celebrate our girl friends, our boy friends and those family members we actually like. And while we’re at it we can throw in a few neighbors and some co-workers. These are all included in our relationships, they all have value, and they are all worthy of being celebrated.
All relationships provide the Alchemy of Intimacy. I know, for some it’s more than others, and that’s a good thing, but everyone in our lives brings us value. And, we in return, bring value to everyone we know. Yes, we (you) do.
Remember when you were in grade school and you pretty much had to give a Valentine to very one in your class? Good idea, right. No one was left out. Imagine being like that again. Imagine giving a special message of appreciation – one that says; You’re Special – to all your friends and family, not just your significant other.
Even if you don’t happen to have a love of your life in your life at the moment – you can still show your love of life. And Have Fun.
Enjoy Always, T