Saturday, August 20, 2016

I Tried To Be A Cat Person. Once.

Welcome to the Queen's Meme 
7 Royal Questions
The Cat Meme 
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I would like to confess. About the cats.
I know it's un-American and a downright insult to my beloved Cat Blogosphere to not be a cat person but alas, I am not. Do you see the grief I put my poor dog Homer through? And he's just an internet dog!

I tried to be a cat person. Once. But I failed. Cats just don't like me. They hiss and spit and run in the other direction. Is it my perfume? My nails? My politics? Cats do not meow softly at me, they crouch in attack position and prepare the claws. I cannot retaliate because I might break a nail. Hence, I cannot even protect myself from cats. The only cats I get along with are the cats from The Cat Blogosphere. They are wonderful wonderful kitties with hoomans to look after.  Of that I am sure. And none of them - yet - has spit at me.

and they sure fly some marvelous peace globes

We shall talk cats this week. Puuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

1. Do you have  a cat? Would you care to post a pic of your cat?
    Alas, I do not have cats or even a cat. Does it count if you have an Internet gif cat?
    I didn't think so.

2. What is your cat's name?

    Persian Patticakes. She's white and fluffy and very elegant. We share jewelry sometimes.

3.  What makes you love cats?

      Well, I love cats if they're YOUR cats, because I love my friends and their family is my       family. I'm always amazed at the love and care and attention cat owners give their pets. It takes a special kind of soul to care for an animal. I know it's not a good match for me personally, but I see how so many people love and adore their cats. It is very touching. And I'm a little envious.

4.  If you are not a cat person, why not?

     I don't know. My mother was afraid of cats. When I was little she could never be near them.      If a stray cat came in the yard she'd run in the house screaming. A peculiar phobia...but one      I respected and never teased her about. Hence, no cats for me either.

5. What is the funniest thing your cat has ever done?

     My cat Patticakes once strayed off the blog and had a relationship with one of the other cats 
    in the Cat Blogosphere.  It was scandalous!!! I kept getting Valentine cards and mushy love 
     notes in my email box. At first I thought they were for me!  I have to keep an eye on her.... She's not supposed to date until she's sixteen!

6. Do you think you have to have a special gene to be a cat person or can a hooman be trained to love cats?
I didn't get the gene. For sure. It's best that I spare the little kitties my lack of feline understanding. It's best for all of us.

7. Do you think cats have feelings and can talk to their owners?
 I have come to believe this just watching how my friends (some of you) relate to their cats. Of course, I'm no stranger to talking pets on this blog. Homer is always butting in the conversation. He talks so much that Patticakes can't get a purrrrr in edgewise.

8. (BONUS Question)  The Rainbow Bridge is the place where cats go when they pass away. I think it's a lovely idea and because of my Cat Friends, I now believe in it too. If humans could have a bridge of their own in the afterlife, what would you name it?
I believe in the afterlife. I believe in eternity. I hope there is a beautiful long ethereal bridge to help me cross over into the next realm. We'll name it Chapter Two.

This is my Persian Patticakes. She has been sitting on my blog for ten years. I think that's a lot in cat years and blogging years. I've never had to feed her. She's not grumpy or cantankerous like Homer either. Maybe if I had a real cat like Patticakes, I could be a cat person too.

I hope you will play along this week and leave your link in the comment section below. Here's to all the cat owners! Questions at The Queen's Meme

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Sunday, August 14, 2016

Announcing Blog4Peace Nov 4, 2016 ~ Walk The Change. Do What It Takes

Before I tell you about our theme this year, here are a few links for easy access: Go to Blog4Peace   How To Get Your Peace Globe.  Peace Globe Templates to create your own peace globe.  Our Facebook page. It's easy.  I hope you will join us NOV 4th!
 Now here's our announcement.

Welcome to the 2016 launch of Blog4Peace aka BlogBlast For Peace! It began in the fall of 2006, with THIS simple post. I wasn't sure how things would turn out, nor did I imagine that ten years later there would be thousands of peace bloggers still eager to blog for peace. But that's just what happened. 

I am no longer amazed at the involvement of this project from people on every continent and in 214 countries/territories; I am strengthened. People not only want change now, they are willing to be change.  Mahatma Gandhi coined the famous expression that we see on walls and statues and plaques around the world "Be The Change". I've thought about how I feel when I see that quote. My next question is always how?  How can I be change? Peace globes and the deciding factors that go into what my theme is going to be, is always a very personal decision.  I have to experience it myself and let it settle in me before I ask other people to do it. That has been true every year, none more than last year when we centered on the subject of love and how the process of forgiveness changes us. I walked through some things that helped me heal and grow. So did many of you. Thank you for sharing your #30DaysofLove posts all over social media.  You made a dent in the stagnant status quo. 

This year our theme is about actually making the change. Not just changing ourselves on the inside, although that must happen first, but more about doing what it takes.
The more I watch what is happening in our world, with politics, planetary shifts,  power transitions, and constant warring factions, the more I realize that no one single person, entity, or organization has the power to change anything.
Our elected officials are not going to do it for us. Your talking-head candidates never walk what they talk. But it's not all their fault. We've given a few people too much power and gotten lazy about challenging the status quo, making sure our voices are heard, and showing up.
Walk The Change.
Do What It Takes.

The world doesn't change by itself. We have to change it from dark

to light 

Peace bloggers are good at making a lot of noise on November 4th. There's no better reason to raise a ruckus than for the cause of peace in the world. But we have to do more. And I've realized that this particular movement is uniquely ours for the very reason that we're NOT physically together.  We're not standing collectively on a street corner holding signs (although protest is good!) and we're not in a building around a mahogany table passing treaties around with ideas and endless compromises. We're all spread out from Africa to India, San Francisco to New Orleans, New Zealand to Argentina.  

And there's not one of us more important to the change that happens when people unite with powerful words than the other one. 
Which means this: WhereEVER you are in the world, your change, your contribution, your words, your is rooted in the communities where you serve. Your contributions, your peace efforts, your selfless giving and sacrificing is done in your own neighborhoods. Whatever you choose to do to walk that change is done right where you live. Think about an infiltration of good sneaking into towns and villages in the middle of the night, stealing conflict away, smashing despair with a kind deed, soothing brokenness with words of comfort and acts of love. That's the only way to change the world. 
We have to change it ourselves by walking it out. 

So do this on Nov 4. 
Free template to use.
Write your wonderful peace posts. Slay us with those powerful words. Create your beautiful peace globes and send them in to me. Show up at town meetings. Write letters and call your Congressmen. Tell them your personal stories.  Then call again. And again. Leave a bag of groceries on someone's doorstep. If you don't have $50 to spend for that family, leave $10 worth. You'd be surprised how many people need $10 worth of groceries. Offer a ride to the doctor for an elderly person. Anonymously pay for a kid's school lunch. Or take them back-to-school clothes shopping.  Take pies and cakes and cards to your local police station or fire department. When you pass by a road crew working in 100 degree heat, make a detour to your local convenience store and return with a few bottles of cold water. Say THANK YOU to our veterans, not just in blog posts but privately and personally. Volunteer at an animal shelter. Visit your local school and ask to mentor a student who needs help with reading. Set up a book sharing stand in your neighborhood. And don't just visit the sick with promises of good thoughts and prayers (although I believe in the power of prayer!) take them a pie, clean their house, take out their trash, help them navigate complicated paperwork, go to the pharmacy for them.  The list is endless. 
You don't have to be a millionaire to change your world. 

Be an advocate for what affects all of us by attending policy-making meetings in your local government. Vote OUT the greedy. Vote IN people with some common sense for the common good. If you don't want coal ash in your ground water or poison in your lakes, challenge those whose hands reach into the money pockets. Speak up and often. Don't ask your city leaders what they can do about the homeless people in your town. Do something yourself. Collaborate. Investigate the issues. Find a solution.
I see people going through great difficulties right now - financial worries, health scares, violence in the streets, family struggles. Don't you?

Advocate for the mentally ill, the depressed, the anxiety-ridden, the emotionally hurting.. The grieving. They are overlooked and wondering where humanity is. Please show up. It isn't about rights it's about reality.  No one believes you're non-prejudicial if you give lip service to personal pain. Stop judging and start helping. VOTE and knock down some policies.  I don't have to agree with your politics or your choices to respect your life story, your history, your humanity.  
Life people up instead of tearing them down.

How does this make peace, Mimi?
Because peace is the enemy of indifference. It is the absence of conflict and the antithesis of strife. When people are worried about how to survive, when people feel helpless and alone and under-represented, when people are the recipients of injustice or the victims of violence, when people are anxious about health and safety in their own cul-de-sacs they become discouraged and sick, desperate and angry, hopeless and bitter.  Then you're dealing with an entirely new set of angry problems.

 You simply can't have peace in families when there's no food on the table. You can't have peace in your communities as long as one person sleeps under a blanket in a cardboard box and another ascends the stairs of a three-story mansion in the same city.  We know that love and kindness builds relationships. It also builds a city, a town, a community, a world. 

Start with this question: Am I my brother's keeper or am I not? If you can say you're not responsible for other people's misfortune then you need to go back into the mirror and remember a time when you were sleeping in the cardboard. We've all been there in one way or another.  Don't wait for someone else - especially politicians - to do it for you.
That's not how the world is going to change.
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Free to use.
 For ten years we've faithfully blogged for peace. I've met the most brilliant group of individuals on the planet within the pages of blogs. Your ideas, your passions, your gifts are extraordinary. And you became peace bloggers because you care about the world.  Because you know we need to take care of each other. You already know this! I am telling you nothing new.

This year I challenge you to.....
Do what you can do. Walk the Change. Do what it takes.
It will be enough if we all do it together.

Thank you for continuing this trip with me.
If words are powerful...this matters.
One voice. One subject. One day.
November 4

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Saturday, August 13, 2016

Doing The Hokey Pokey with Abraham Lincoln

Keeping up with the blog makes me feel like my old self again. I've posted more in the past month than I have all year. It feels good. Remembering why I started blogging in the first place and the friends I made along the way is a good place to be.
I'm not sure I'll ever do memes on a regular basis again but this page could definitely use some humor. As of late I've written tooooo many serious posts. I'll take a meme from that silly girl named Mimi Queen of Memes from way back in the day and give it a groovy go.
This one is called The Hokey Pokey Meme. It was written April 29, 2011.

Welcome To The Queen's Meme
7 Royal Questions on a Saturday

Sometimes strange and silly questions run through my pencil brain. Don't try to look for connections. There are none. Just have fun answering a non-serious set of 7 royal questions. We would really appreciate a photograph as evidence for question #6. Please feel free to play this meme on your own blog or social media.

1. Who should run for United States President in 2016?
Abraham Lincoln. He was a lot smarter than either current candidate and we wouldn't have to fact-check everything he said. I'd like a do-over this year. I'm hoping the tide will soon turn. I'm trying to be optimistic but this election season is just dismal.  

2. Have you ever gone to a party and snooped in the medicine cabinet?

No. But I've gone to the medicine cabinet and snooped a party. Does that make sense, Bloggy People? I didn't think so. Good! Eureka! I think I'm getting my meme legs back.

3. Why are Happy Meals Happy?

They're not. The only thing happy about Happy Meals is the chi-ching sound of the cash register as another foolish customer pays a whopper for plastic food. McDonalds gets rich and our kids get sick.
They've eaten so much plastic chemical food over the years we'll soon have to recycle our own children. 

4. Have you ever done the Hokey Pokey?
 I hate the Hokey Pokey. I'm done with the Hokey Pokey. Somebody always gets hurt turning themselves around. Usually me. I forget which direction I'm going and fall down gracefully. 

That's what it's all about.

5. What song sticks in your head and drives you crazy?
"Let It Go" from Frozen. Nobody knows any of the other words when they sing it. Just those three. 

6. Do you dance like a  lunatic around the house when no one is looking?
Does a tree dance in the forest when no one is there?
Here's your sign.

7. Have you ever been involved in a food fight?
Last week with  Baby Beans. He started throwing popcorn at me and it was on.

That's it for my meme today. Have a lovely Saturday.
Be good to each other.

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Thursday, August 11, 2016

The Dirty Laundry Truth

I don't know why today has been particularly vexing. Well...maybe I do.
All God's children got problems. That's right. I said problems.

Big glaring ugly problems with a capital P.  Can we be real?  People don't want to talk about their real problems. Myself included. I'd rather you think I have it all together all the time, that my nails never break and my heart is always singing Disney songs I actually despise most Disney songs  and nobody, not nobody, leaves dirt on Bloggingham's floor. I don't want to tell you about the latest romantic disaster (he-who-abruptly-left-in-a-rude-asinine-manner) and the way I deleted my dating profile for the umpteenth time out of disgust for men in general, nor the frustrated way I war with myself over feeling guilty because I'm feeling guilty that I'm feeling guilty (did you get that?) because I might let a selfish thought waft right into the castle walls and into my heart because dammit I don't want to cuss on the blog

and be real

And then the day got worse. You can't go anywhere or read anything without people judging you or breaking off friendships based on the color of your politics or the length of your skirt. Enter sarcasm.  Enter snark.  Enter hate.  Enter division.

And just when I thought I had had enough, the universe callously reminded me I hadn't.
So I'm walking back and forth in my house today trying to answer multiple phone calls from dentists and doctors, nursing a toothache, making appointments and trying to find huge amounts of money to finance the dentist's yacht apparently and wondering all the while how people on fixed incomes survive in this economy when a couple of porcelain crowns cost more than a used car. I don't want to admit to anyone I'm struggling to deal with this. How embarrassing. Right?

A full grown woman shouldn't be worried about a few thousand dollars in the scheme of things. Should she? And why did I have to open the mailbox today and find my projected Social Security earnings for retirement summary? I don't need anymore bad financial news today!! Did you know, Bloggy People, that by the time some of us are ready to retire they might make us work 'til we're eighty??!!

Meanwhile the dentist can't see me for two weeks and my eldest and only son is having a meltdown on the phone needing his mama and mama ain't no good to nobody today.
Which brings me to the real crux of the dilemma for me:
I can't do anything about any of this. It just is.
I want to fix everyone's problem and make it better.  I'm like The.Closer.       The.One.People.Come.To.Talk.To         First.Born.Strong
I should be able to handle a little porcelain scandal, right? Knock over the cobwebs of bad dreams at fifty-something-or-other. NOT care whether or not anyone sees the dark circles. Right?
Nope. Not today.

Any one of us could name dozens of people and situations where life is really hard. I mean losing-your-children hard. Hunger hard. Jobless hard. Dying hard. Addiction hard.  Heart attack hard. Gunfire hard.
Staying alive gets in the way of life.
Have you noticed?

We live in a world where every neighbor you have on each side of the street usually IS the he-who-has-it-harder person in your life. And you just want to run from your car into the house and cover your head with a blanket and a pint of alcohol so you don't have to see one more day of bad news in the neighborhood. Or in the world.
But the truth is that some days I just can't get by with my standard other-people-have-it-worse-than-you-do-Mimi schtick to make myself feel better or more grateful. That theory took a turn for the gutter this afternoon. I wanted to roll around in it for awhile and see if it would work. But I just couldn't make it stick.

I popped this status up on social media, whining about Mercury Retrograde, and let the Universe send what gifts I knew my friends to possess. Thankful to receive them and blessed to have such friendships.  Then something happened on Facebook.

and on and on they came to my rescue....

And I was just about to call it a day when Janice said,
"If you have any leftover good thoughts, can you share?"
and that comment pushed me right over the edge to the little window I'm typing inside the Bloggingham blog. Where I belong. See what I told you? That Janice is always talking about cooking. Leftovers. Indeed.
'Cause here's the deal.
We're all in the same leftover boat. Swimming in the greasy gravy. 
It wasn't her mission today to send me a lifeline or solve my problem. It was her mission to be admitting that she needed some help too. While she was being real drowning in the greasy gravy, she also put a boot up my whiny skirt and challenged me to do the same.

Nobody likes a public drowning more than the Internet.
And I'm doing a fine job of that today.

There's not enough soap in New Zealand to clean my dirty laundry.

It really doesn't matter that I had a possessed cellphone disaster of epic proportions today because truly it wasn't epic at all. It was just piled on top of a bunch of other emotional things in the laundry basket. And I'm not going to hell because I had a huge gigantic small twinge of jealousy over the romantic trip my Canadian mon ami Dawn, is taking with her love right now to Niagara Falls.  And let's face it, nobody's going to fire me from peace globes just because I can't walk on water today.
And even though I wanted to cry a few times today over the frustrations of REAL LIFE - oh, wait - let's be real. I did cry. 
Like a baby.

And no it didn't make me feel better. It made me feel like a baby.

See? Nobody was here to hear it but Homer and he didn't want to hear it either. 

"Somebody else always has it worse than you do, Mimi. Buck up," whispered the voice of Jonathan Edwards. (look it up)

You see... the trouble with Pollyanna thinking is that Polly never gets a break. And Polly is human. She has laundry too.
Which led me right back to that cookery woman's question. Could I find a good 'ole leftover thought for her or anybody else today? And isn't that my real mission?

'Cause here's the dirty laundry truth:
We might not be able to always fix the steady diet of carpe life throws at us, but if we pay attention to what our neighbor needs instead of covering up and running in the house, we might be able to fix theirs. Isn't that what my brother's keeper means?
 I'm not going to wait around 'til I'm too old to swim in a little grease now and then. I'm gonna make a few gravy waves in the neighborhood and shake up some status quo. I'm gonna make some noise when noise needs making.  And even though I've cussed on my blog two three times today,  the point really is that the somebody-else-has-it-worse mantra only matters when it's followed by a plan to serve. Them. Not you. 

 Otherwise, I'm just greasing a squeaky wheel feeling sooo superior that I don't have their problems.  
No one should have to fend for themselves in a world this big. 
  Janice with her cookery ways and me with my words and you with your wholly personal gifts that only you can give. 
Now that's gravy. 

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Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Six Words

Somewhere in another universe I heard him call my name. 
 It resonated so deeply within me that time stood still and I was shocked that six simple words could mean so much to me after all these years. Have you ever had a moment in your life when someone utters a phrase and suddenly the tentacles of time and space are thrown together and perfectly aligned in the here and now? 

One of the clearest and most poignant memories I have of my dad is one of him standing in my front door around 9:00 at night when he popped in for an unexpected visit.  I was newly divorced and alone, trying to navigate a difficult recovery from a ruptured appendix. Stitches. Pain. Worries. Lost work.  I couldn't believe it when I saw his big clunky car meandering up the long driveway to Bloggingham's backdoor.  He was all hunched over the steering wheel and moving slowly out of the car. This was no time for him to be out in the shape he was in let me tell ya.  I opened the door and there he stood with a look of determination, tired eyes, and a bag full of apples. In his arsenal of healing tricks he always had a supply on hand. He believed in their restorative powers. And he was clearly on a mission to deliver said remedy to his eldest ailing daughter.  I thanked him but gently scolded with something like this: "Daddy! You need to be home in bed. You don't look well enough to be out. Are you OK?"

Without missing a beat he quietly replied, "I'm OK if you're OK." 
Nothing more. Nothing less.  I kissed him on the cheek and he carefully made his way back to the car.  Mission accomplished.  When he died a few years later, that night and that conversation soothed my grief and reminded me of his many simple unspoken acts of love. 

My dad's been gone for nearly eight years now. 
Today my now very grown son came over to help me with a few things at the house. He hooked up a digital antennae and tinkered with a Roku device I'd been struggling with for awhile so that his mom could enjoy the last few weeks of summer without being frustrated. Now that isn't a life or death dilemma. That isn't even a basic needs issue. It was a simple pleasure. 
  I knew he didn't have time for this today. I knew he had to make time in his schedule for me. But when it was done he smiled proudly and I had a beautiful new picture on the screen in high definition with no more technical issues. And I sorely needed to relax, unwind, and heal from a summer full of caretaking and stress. 
 After he left, I texted him a picture of me in my fuzzy socks watching my favorite show. 

His response was "I'm happy UR happy love u"

And suddenly I saw my dad standing in the door with the apples
and my eyes filled with tears
 From his grandfather to me he'd unknowingly tethered a remedy from the ever-present storehouse of apples in Heaven's orchard and I felt the healing of time in the span of six words. 
Sometimes I wonder about that boy and the words he chooses. They're always just enough. 
No more. No less. 

It's not the fancy gifts, the money spent, or even the whole of one's lifetime support or handed down treasures that matter in the end. 
 It's time spent, gifts undeserved 
and words

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Thursday, July 28, 2016

How To Grow a Nation

Are you watching the Democratic National Convention? I'm obsessed with the whole political scene, even more than in 2008 when I wrote a post on the magnitude of electing the first African American President. It was snowing the day of the inauguration. I remember it well. I put on a white hat and gloves with a teal scarf around my neck and went for a walk, excited about the dawning of a new day for our country. 

Eight years later, things have turned downright bizarre. When the current President's own brother pledges to vote for the opposite party in the upcoming election and the Republican past presidents won't endorse the Republican nominee, you can sense how divided we have become. At this moment I am perfectly at peace with the fact that the "party" doesn't matter to me.  I am having my own party and asking myself these questions: Who is moral? Who is ready to lead? Who is experienced? Who would I trust with the the nuclear button? Who is simply a good person, an honest person? 

Who is the well-seasoned soul in the room? 

Even with all the rumblings of fear and displays of violence and uncertainty in the world, I know we'll be OK if we keep moving forward.  Positive progressive movement doesn't only apply to politics - it's vital for groundbreaking research, innovative manufacturing, idealist entrepreneurship, excellence in education, social and equality movements, foreign policy goals, and the conservation of our beautiful planet Earth.  

But how do we get there? Where is the standard?  How do we begin? 
You don't have to look very far for the answer. Change and evolution happens every single day in all our lives, mostly in the dynamic and hard work of personal human relationships.  It looks like grace when you don't deserve it and sounds like kindness when you didn't earn it. 
It walks like love just because love is love. It moves into something bigger. Something worthy of every stakeholder in the room.
 And it digs down deep into the walls of dirty dirt to bring up a new handful of roots you planted long long ago when nobody knew where love was headed. 

 Human interactions are the model for great nation building.

Because moving forward is just as organic to the sustainability of great relationships as it is to the forming of the world's finest models of peace and prosperity.  You can't have an unbreakable partnership without the desire to grow a deeper commitment to the one you love, a willingness to understand and forgive again, and a pot full of dirt. 
 Then you put in seedlings for birthing and expect them to grow.

You can't have a strong nation without fundamentally good and moral people willing to do the same.  

My life isn't perfect. 
Our world isn't either.
But I'll keep planting.
And digging.
And getting my hands dirty.
And tending my own garden.
Because when I find myself planting seeds in window-boxes in the silence of the hot southern sun or during a snowy inaugural walk, I feel a growing in my own soul. And a voice with the deepest strongest wisdom of all saying...

"Just plant, Mimi. Plant."

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Monday, July 25, 2016

Monday Mimisms ~ I Need An Ocean and A Long Strong Kiss

I'm here. 

It's Monday and long past time for a Mimism.  I haven't posted since May, which is when the perpetual trouble started. Have you ever wanted to lay low because the thoughts in your head are not suitable for public consumption? 

It's been the summer of decisions and time thieves. My mother's health is failing. She wants to tie up all the loose ends and revisit ancient history at the same time. It's important to her but I'm exhausted!  Some days she's the mother and we are shopping for skirts and shoes. Then in an instant I'm reminded by the look in her eyes that the mother is really me and we're shopping for inhalers and nightgowns.  How does predictable role reversal sneak up on a person? After all, it's life and I should have been ready.
I'm not. 
P.S. I need an ocean and a long strong kiss

And just why am I furiously typing at midnight like some mad blogwoman with too much on her mind? The ever-present saga of revolving doors. I'm dizzy.  Men.  Dating. Relationships. Lovely outings when I feel all grown up and ready to fall into Mr. Beautiful's arms. Until I don't. 
Fall, that is. 

I usually just trip.
Dating is i.n.s.a.n.e! And in need of therapy. Not me. Not them. The whole crazy system needs a psychiatrist.  It's warped like a bad bad version of a cancelled game show. Imagine The Newlywed Game played by people in the Big Brother house who don't even know each other but pretend to because they only want to win the game. That pretty much describes the rules of engagement during midlife dating.  The playbook is outdated (pardon the pun) and I'm reeling trying to read minds when all I want to do is get on with it. 

When I find a way to harness the power of instant discernment I'll let you know. For now I'll continue to enjoy the endless array of men willing to "explore the possibilities" they didn't want in the first place. How did predictable Mars/Venus insanity infiltrate my everyday existence once again? After all, it's life and I should have been ready. 
I'm not. 

Am I too picky? No. I think the problem is that I'm too picky too slow! Does that make sense? I'd rather forgo six or seven dates of wasted oxygen and couch kissing (well, that was nice...) wondering if he's the one (until he isn't) just to save time for the next candidate. Did I just say that? Candidate??! Oh how pedestrian and political my life has become.   Rewind. Start all over.  Rinse. Repeat. More Friday night failed cooking disasters (his poor tummy) then the left boot of fellowship from Yours Truly or oh-he-who-promised-to-call-but-didn't strikes again.  
Ain't nobody got time for this.

 But I am having a good hair life this year (unlike a few real candidates) and I haven't lost any emails (that I know of) and the ONLY reason I know that my bloglegs are returning as we blogspeak is that I continue to use unnecessary and annoying parentheses and run-on sentences galore while adjusting my wrinkled couch skirt in public. 
Yes. Finally.

My pencil skirt has seen a few washes ya know...

See ya soon.  

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Sunday, May 22, 2016

Happy Bloggaversary! Ten Years of Mimi Writes

Welcome to Bloggingham Palace! 
This month marks the 10th anniversary of my blog, Mimi Writes.  

My first blog post on this blog was written May 25, 2006.  Life flew by with the stroke of a pen it seems.  I am one of those quirky individuals who chooses to stop and write it all down. Of course I didn't write it all down for the world to see. But if you know my blog and have read me all these years, most of you manage to read between the lines.

Message In A Bottle blog
Dating Profile Of The Day blog
As I shuffled through thousands of blog posts and several other blogs (yes, there are others!) it struck me how many names I've had: Mimi Lenox, Mimi Queen of Memes, Mimi Pencil Skirt, Mimi Lenox Founder of Blog4Peace, Mimi Queen of Bloggingham, Your Majesty..... There's the zany dating profiles site and Message In a Bottle. Fitting....because in that parallel universe called my real life, I also wear a lot of hats and crowns. And since my chosen profession is in the performing arts/teaching arena, playing a part on a blog isn't much of a stretch.

The Queen's Meme
http://mimiwrites.blogspot.comIt didn't prove difficult until the blog marched on year after year and I found myself trying to compartmentalize and synchronize Mimi at the same time; a challenging task when you're a serious writer one minute and a fictitious "Queen" with an imaginary castle, dog and cat, the next. Somehow, it all works.
 When I wanted to be humorous I'd write Dating Profiles of the Day (which also began in 2006). When blog memes became all the rage,  I started The Queen's Meme as Mimi Queen of Memes. We had seventy players the first week alone. I created the dreaded castle Dungeon for bloggers who didn't complete their memes. It was all in lighthearted fun. Later when life and time management kicked my prissy behind, I had to stop writing weekly memes; but to this day, The Queen's Meme is available to anyone who would like to borrow a meme or two. Just return it (aka link me, please) as you would a cup of sugar from a friendly neighbor.
Homer The Palace Dog

Homer The Palace Dog arrived on the scene and began to have conversations with the Queen. Yet another character to converse with. He has been my faithful companion for ten years.

Don't ever stop blogging, my friends. If you want your writing published, you never know who is watching. Good things happening on the blog and in my life!  Off-blog my grandsons were born. They are the light of my life. My poetry was discovered here by Blue Mountain Arts Press and published in 2013.

 The Peace Globe Movement (aka beautifully spiraled out of control and takes up most of my online commitment with a Facebook page of 36,000 fans as we

The Peace Globe Movement (aka beautifully spiraled out of control and takes up most of my online commitment with a Facebook page of 36,000 fans as we speak. I stopped trying to find and count them in 2014 when we hit the 10,000th participant.  As of 2016, all continents and 214 countries/territories in the world have flown a peace globe on their websites and social media pages. We speak for peace every day on the blog and each November 4th, which is the official day of BlogBlast4Peace in the Twitterverse, Facebook universe, and Blogosphere. I am incredibly proud of this movement and honored to carry that title.  Peace bloggers are near and dear to my heart.

Baby Boy

Why do I write? I've splashed my life on paper since I was seven years old. I wrote a poem and took it to school. I hid diaries under my pillow in the 70s under lock and key. When I became a grown-up writer, I realized that my words sang best when I embraced that frightening word - vulnerability.  It is the only path to an authentic voice. And you really do have to live what you preach.

Persian Patticakes
The courage to be vulnerable when you might end up with pain sounds crazy, doesn't it? But I think that when openness becomes a liability in your life you can do one of two things - as long as you do them with the good common sense God left on your doorstep: You can run away at the first sign of trouble and never learn the lesson in front of you or you can plunge headlong into it and risk a few black and blue dreams.
What have I done? Both.
That's life. On and off the blog.
And I wouldn't have it any other way. 

Here's to another ten years of writing and blogging. And friendships!
Baby Beans 2011
You've lived with me through broken bones, broken relationships, adventures gone awry, resurrected relationships,  calamity (!) dating disasters, cooking disasters, Bloggingham Palace floods and fires, car wrecks, much silliness, the creation of a peace movement, the death of my father, the birth of my grandsons, and the rebirth of me time and again. I wouldn't have opened myself up if I hadn't known you were out there listening and nodding.
 On occasion I struggle with the idea of censoring myself, holding back, covering up and paraphrasing...then I realize that is not who I am. And not what people want to read. 

Thank you for reminding me of that when something awful and beautiful shows up all in the same day. It's all good.

This blog is my home. And you are my readers and friends. I appreciate all of you so very much and the encouragement and love you've always given me.

Leave a link and comment below if you are still blogging. And please, have some cake.

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