Thursday, February 26, 2015

Hello Snow


Bloggingham is covered in beautiful snow. 
The trees are bowing.  See?
What does that have to do with peace pie?




I am not happy with my pictures just yet. I shall go back outside in a bit.
After I eat this peach pie..... I made it last night.
Have some.
I shall return.


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Thursday, February 19, 2015

French Drains and Ice

Bloggingham is under a sheet of ice. For the past three days! I am sick of it and itching to get out into the sunshine. More wintry weather is on the way tomorrow. The temps this morning were sub zero (-7 wind chill)!!! This is NOT pencil skirt weather. It's time for thermals and fleece PJs, my Bloggy People. I couldn't sleep last night. I needed to look forward to the wonderful prospect of Spring. Snuggled under the electric blanket, I stayed awake reading and googling the exciting subject of DIY French Drains and Landscaping. Eureka!
 It's not hard at all. Not expensive. Quite effective. Just need a lot of elbow grease and determination.

Go ahead. Ask me anything. I can tell you anything you need to know about water in the yard, water in the soil, slopes, angles, and rainwater. Go ahead. Ask me.  You need 4" perforated PVC pipe, river or pea stones, gravel, landscaping porous material and a big shovel.

Don't worry, Pookie Dog. 
We have to wait until the ice melts before we can start another project. 
 
I will not be wearing my pencil skirt unless the contractors are present and might even get my own Queen hands a little dirty. 
I researched all kinds of DIY projects last night whilst the sub-zero wind howled outside, envisioning what beautiful spring lawn remedies and adventures I could contemplate. All this crazy ice has made me crave Spring.  The natural area needs naturalizing again, the weeds behind the potting shed need weeding again, the backdoor needs painting, and Bloggingham needs another backyard drain to redirect water flow somewhere other than my flower garden.  What IS the perfect solution?
The beauty of the French Drain.....
named for a Frenchman somewhere trying to please a woman.. ...no...that's not what I meant..er...  trying to mark off another project on the Honey-Do list. Yep. That's what I meant.

or maybe just a Curtain Drain will do.....


No. We definitely need a French drain. If only for the cultural reference.
Did you know that a french drain is also called a weeping tile? How poetic!




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Wednesday, February 11, 2015

It's The Medical Snafu Of The Century


I'm glad you asked. During the time I blogger-slacked, as it were, I learned to cook.
Let me clarify. I learned to cook better than I did before. This did not come from a sudden interest in pots and pans. The metamorphosis occurred when diabetes hit the castle. Homer and I were diagnosed the same day!
I took him in for a routine checkup last summer.
It was time for his mammogram.

Somehow they got his gender parts mixed up and before he knew it they were pricking his paws with needles and trying to shovel insulin pumps down his throat. And he thought we were going shoe shopping.
You never heard such screaming in all your life. It was shameful. All the way home I tried to explain how he went in for his annual squish-session and came out with diabetes. He still hasn't forgiven me.
Now we live in a world of blood sugar meters, expensive test strips (hard to find for animals), sugar substitutes and pills that make people crazy. I've we've he's lost more sleep over this than the day he broke up with one of those floozy dogs in the Dog Blogosphere. He's completely inconsolable. And to make matters worse, I've we've he's had to give up Cheetos.

I, in my good-natured Queen way, set upon a path of desperate cooking research to help myself   him manage this most aggravating condition. I'm exhausted trying to cook for him. NOTHING satisfies that dog. I even dyed the Stevia orange, sprinkled it on lettuce and fried some up in a pan to make artificial Cheetos. But do you think he appreciated that?

Maybe this is my way of saying to the blogworld, "I have diabetes."
There. I've said it.
Not to worry. I'm we're he's not nearly as upset as we's was a year ago.
Goodnight.
I've got this.


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Monday, February 9, 2015

Monday Mimisms ~ I Had Two Friends

When you follow and fall in shadows
darkness seems to blind the light

You only see slivers and glimpses
afraid to walk through a curtain of 
truth

that only the purest light
can  illuminate

You see it 
in the distance
but you don't want it

because Standing in darkness
is safer
 "Trade your salvation for fear," whispers darkness
mercy flees and you're lost

Today I had two friends
who stood in the light for me
on a day I couldn't see
They  paved a path 
made wholly of love

and laid out a plan 
so that I could find my feet

Brilliant Light can uncover
pain so deep
that it bores a fiery hole in your armor
soon you find a crack where joy leaks out
 Who can afford to lose joy?

So, I reached.

"Don't worry," one said. "I pray for you now. Let me be your intercessor. I will stand in the gap for you. I will be your light. I'm here."


"Don't worry," said the other. "You are more than enough. But I will hold a torch for you in the tower of darkness. Just until you're safe. I don't mind. I am here to catch you, Dear."


 Soon my way was clear
and I walked into mercy again
But for a moment.... Just one brief beautiful glimpse of a moment
I let myself stand wholly in the darkness
I knew
they would not let me 
fall
and that was the most beautiful space
of all









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Sunday, February 8, 2015

I Miss Blogging

So.
I miss blogging. I miss my blog. I miss Mimi Writes. I miss Homer The Palace Dog and Persian Patticakes, my imaginary cat. I miss all the characters I created here....Mimi Queen of Memes, Mimi Pencil Skirt... Sometimes I even miss the Dungeon! They gave me an outlet to write dialogue outside of myself, find another voice and become a character.  Acting and improvisation is so much a part of my professional side in the workplace. Performing and play-acting, singing and teaching. It's only natural I would enjoy becoming a character on the blog. This blog is a reflection of who I am. 
Today, I'm feeling...well....reflective.

As I've been organizing and editing lately, I've noticed just how much the blog has been an evolution of me, a culmination of who I am, how very much of myself I left here. 
Many faces rolled into one half-face woman revealed more of me than I anticipated at times. Some posts are startling to read. Some feel like a literal lifetime ago. Such changes have occurred in my life! How my babies have grown up (Baby Boy is in the 5th grade. Baby Beans is three already!)
There are serious posts about my family, my dad, my Papa, my struggles, my love life, my thoughts. There are crazy posts about the unlikely (yet likely!) situations I find myself in.  There are rants and silliness too. 
Peace writing and the Dona Nobis Pacem movement began right here on this blog. 

 My heart is on this page. 


Oh, but I did say once upon a time that the only way to write is to be fully vulnerable....did I not? I still believe that. The question becomes, however, how much of your private life are you willing to make public? Not so much these days. So I must find a way to do that more discreetly if blogging is to continue for me. 
As I want it to. Hmmmmm....


Ummm...really Mimi?
Let's talk about Facebook. At first, I reluctantly embraced the energy that is Facebook.  Now my posts are syndicated there via Networked Blogs, which pulls everything all together all the time. You can find my posts HERE and follow if you wish. Please let me know if your blog is there so that I can follow you.  I have a page for the blog as a Writer and another page as The Blog only.  And a profile as ME. I hope you will Friend me.  Why so many places? Because if you don't claim your name and brand on social media, someone else will.  You can diversify your audience greatly and still be one and the same. Pretty cool.  It's a great way to keep up with so many of my blogging buddies in one place. I must admit that I do love the immediate feedback and conversations in my Facebook stream.  You are all a riot!! Most of my former blogging friends are there. It's fun and engaging. When I post a blog post from here, you usually comment THERE, which is different than getting comments here on the page. I'll take either. But it has taken some getting used to.
http://facebook.com/blogblastforpeace

Facebook has been wonderful for Peace Globes. The daily reach and gain of new people is invaluable. We are  approaching 33,000 and counting on the peace page with 210 countries/territories represented so far. And that is fantastic! YOU have shared and re-posted and made that happen. Thank you. If you haven't joined the Blog4Peace page, please do!! Click here.
 BUT I still miss blogging.

The question: How can I maintain the blog and still work on book chapters too?  I'm not sure. I do know that getting more of my work published is first and foremost in my mind right now. 
But I still miss blogging.

From blog to bookstore is pretty darn cool.
I've gotten to know you and your families, many times not even realizing until after many moons of conversing and "liking" posts elsewhere in the Blogosphere, that you are who you are!  Some secrets I've been asked to keep. And I do.  Often folks do not want the blog and their Facebook persona to meet. I get that. The twain shall not meet. 

The upside? I would never have known some of you as well without social media. I am thankful for that. We've gone on to publish books and manuscripts, start businesses, branch out into new careers/opportunities, creating business pages there with Twitter accounts to correlate and on an on. You have created successful radio shows, cooking blogs...become newspaper columnists, media convention speakers, written best-selling articles and books. E-books and Kindle books too!  You are running award-winning hotels, traveling the world, starting non-profits for the good of mankind, finding and founding good in the world, sharing and expanding your lives in an ever-claustrophobic planet. Social media at its best? No. PEOPLE at best. We might as well harness the good. Right?
 And yes, we've become hashtags. And brands.

But that's not as bad as it sounds. I would never know of some of your successes without the real-time streaming posts of Facebook and Twitter.  It makes me proud to see how well many of you are doing in your personal and professional lives. Most of us started as mere bloggers.
 

    Can we bring the blogging power back? Is it coming around full-circle again? 
I hope so. 
Because I miss you.
I also believe more profoundly than ever, that words are powerful. What we've done in the realm of peace globes since 2006 is phenomenal. And those images keep capturing the attention of people everywhere. Words.
 I hear your voices there.



Call me!
 
 


I do miss Mimi blogging. And I must find a balance.
I'll be around. Starting tomorrow evening with Monday Mimisms
Be there if you can stop saving the world for a minute.





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Saturday, January 24, 2015

Chilly Calls For Chili ~ My Bloggingham Recipe

So. Here's the plan. I'm cold. I want chili. I want homemade chili from my own Stone Age crockpot smelling up the castle all day long. That kind of chili. I carefully executed my plan by going to the store last night for supplies. The rainy cold has descended upon us. It's a miserable monsoon. I am bound and determined NOT to go out of the house anymore once the weekend starts.  Since I rarely, if ever, eat red meat, this is a big deal. But I am craving chili. Craving!!  REAL chili.  Just this once. Not many carbs in a bowl of chili at all! (I counted.) Ground turkey is just not what I want today.  All I needed was cheese and one more can of diced tomatoes from the grocer to complete the recipe. My plan was to hunker down all weekend, visit a few peace bloggers, cook, and catch a couple of naps...then freeze the leftovers for cold February lunches to come. Exciting, no?

I awoke early, made my usual oatmeal and cheesy egg breakfast, then started to dice onions for the chili. All ingredients assembled and ready to cook! I'm done! Now all I have to do is cook the beef, layer the ingredients, turn the heat to HI, cover and wait five hours. The magic of crockery cooking.
I had another cup of coffee and settled in my comfy chair. Wearing fleece. And fuzzy socks.
Then it hit me.
I forgot something.....something.....it's nagging me....what, what, what??!!
Chili powder.
Epic fail.
Get dressed. Get wet. Get in the car. Go to the store. Store #1 out of chili powder.
Get wet. Get in the car. Get out. Get wet. Shiver. Brrrr..... Store #2 hid it way in the back of the cumin rack. Everybody in the world must be making chili today.  Go out. Get wet. Get in the car. Drive home. Get out. Get wet. Shut the door. Finally!!

It will be ready in five hours. I'm exhausted!
It would be so lovely to see you all at dinner. Please consider yourselves invited.
Here's my recipe for Chili
Ingredients: 32 oz can of dark red kidney beans
16 oz can of diced petite tomatoes (I use Hunt's garlic flavored)
32 oz can of whole tomatoes
2 pounds of ground beef  (I used only 1 lb. Just my preference)
2 large onions diced
1 TBSP of prepared minced garlic or 2 whole garlic cloves diced
1 tsp of cumin
1 TBSP olive oil
2-3 TBSP of chili powder (I used 2 for less heat.)
salt, pepper to taste

Drain the beans and place them on the bottom of the crockpot. Cover with tomatoes. Do not drain the tomatoes. Use all the juice. Brown the ground beef in olive oil with chopped onions, garlic, cumin, chili powder, salt, pepper to taste. Simmer for 15 minutes. Pour the beef mixture on top of the other ingredients in the crockpot. Stir only once. Cover and cook on high for 5-6 hours. You could also cook on LOW for 10-11 hours.
Voila!
Serve with a dollop of low-fat sour cream and shredded cheese.

Have a great Saturday!
and don't forget the chili powder!

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Sunday, January 18, 2015

Even Saint Anthony Can't Find It

I've never lost anything quite so completely.
Somewhere in the moated walls of Bloggingham, an electronic device is laughing at me. Perhaps porcelain Baby Jesus, packed up in his annual Christmas box, is using it to watch The Young And The Hopeless; maybe one of the Wisemen needed to catch a Dr. Phil re-run..... or maybe Homer absconded with it out of spite.  He's still mad at me for forgetting his Power Ranger Lego set at Christmas.

I looked in the trash. I looked in the bottom of the trash. I poked and prodded under all cushions and moved furniture to look some more. I vacuumed. I checked windowsills and behind curtains, kitchen drawers and the pasta canister.  Nothing but dust. I took the vacuum cleaner apart (which took some doing) and found no mutilated objects (except an earring I'd lost). Even the filing cabinets, the medicine cabinets, the oven, the toaster and the dishwasher held nothing but the usual dirty dishes, tax receipts, and Queen pills for miscellaneous royal ailments. 

Some time yesterday, whilst packing up the Christmas decorations and taking them to the dungeon, the remote control disappeared. Now, when I say disappeared I mean POOF (!) gone.
I have searched every nook and cranny. I have searched the nooks under the crannies. I have cleaned out the crannies and searched again.  I had to UNpack the packed up Christmas decorations and RE-pack them.  Maybe it fell in a stocking. Nope. Maybe it's wrapped up in the tree skirt. Nope. Maybe it's in a box with the moustache fella. Nope.
I have called on Saint Anthony six times.
He is not listening today. 

I sleepwalk.
St. Anthony Patron of Lost Peopleand Things
There is no telling where that thing is.  The last time this happened it was my cellphone. I found it the next morning in a teacup in the cupboard. I don't even want to know what happened that night.

 Maybe God's mad at me because I prayed to a saint and I'm not even Catholic. But I'm Christian, so it should work, right?! And we all know it works.  Saint Anthony, Saint Anthony, please look around. What's been lost, must be found.  What did I do to make him mad? I've had a few sinners mad at me before, but never a Saint! 

For now, I will have to go to a real church today instead of watching Charles Stanley in the AM for my morning inspiration.
Maybe that's what Baby Jesus wanted all along.



Homer! Put your church suit on. We're going downtown to find a church.




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Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Happy New Year 2015!

 Ah, the year has come to a close. 
As it always does on the cusp of a midnight moon

 with sparkling stars flying over clouds of loud booms
and people praying peace
in quiet corners




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Saturday, November 29, 2014

I Am Sure, Quite Sure, That Today Is Not My Birthday


Can't you see that post title up there, Homer. It is NOT my birthday!

 But you just...


 Whatever, Homer. This is no time to be difficult. 
I'm having a midlife crisis.


Glad you asked...



 What now?!

I don't have time to wait. I'm getting older by the minute.



It's about my hair....something feels strange..
The calendar says that today is my day of earthly birth, but I don't feel a day over 10!!! How can this be?




Now that she's gone ....





What is THIS, Homer?


I can see that Homer. Oh! You bought me a present? 
Wow! You are the bestest imaginary dog in the whole world!!



 What's in the box, Homer?! Tell me! Tell me!


 Well! I never!


How did you know? Because my mirror must be lying....I don't see ANYthing suspiciously old. Where IS it?! You tell me and you tell me now!

How?
 




Did somebody call Cindy Crawford? I want a refund. Her beauty secrets ain't working.
Apparently my dog knows more about the workings of my inner molecules than she does. And I paid $600 for an ounce of grey-hair prevention snake oil. I must have missed a dose that one day when I was under the weather. Good thing I've had my trusty and loyal friend, Homer, all these years.

Thank you, Homer. You really do care about me after all. 
I'm grateful for the evil box of Clairol. I'll try to color that one strand tonight and get on with my life.


I need to lie down now. 
This was the most traumatic birthday present I ever received.

What did you say, Homer?

That's what I thought you said.
You are the best dog EVER!!






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