Christmas Song Meme, Cuddles and Other Such Nonsense

Tagged by Dr. Anonymous, I've been asked to list my top five favorite Christmas songs. No small task, but I'll try. I can't possibly limit the best ones to five. Dr. A wanted to get his finished before he tired of holiday tunes this early in the season. I'm just the opposite.
I'm already tired of them. I won't even listen to the radio station that plays them. It's totally annoying to me. (I know I'm a professional musician and shouldn't say such things but seriously folks, they've been playing since Halloween.) And I sing them all day long in my work!

OK.
Enough.
Soprano Scrooge will now try to get in the holiday spirit and finish this musical meme.

You might want to visit my Dating Site today.
I've debunked the mystery known as cuddling.
With all this mistletoe hanging around, it could be helpful.

Or not.

Mim's Top Five Christmas Tunes

1. "Let There Be Peace On Earth" (big surprise)

Let There Be Peace on Earth and let it begin with me.
Let There Be Peace on Earth, the peace that was meant to be!
With God as our Father, brothers all are we.
Let me walk with my brother in perfect harmony.

Let peace begin with me. Let this be the moment now.
With ev'ry breath I take, let this be my solemn vow;
To take each moment and live each moment in peace eternally!
Let there be peace on earth and let it begin with me!

Written by Sy Miller and Bill Jackson

(I hesitate to do this but I'm including a link to this song to remind you of the melody in case you forgot. I hesitate because it sounds like a carnival tune played by a very drunk accordion. This canned rendition is seriously scary (but lightened my mood!).....maybe I'll find another one soon that is better. Shouldn't take long

Where is that button??! I can't take anymore.

The fermata (that's the loud longer-than-usual glaring chord before the refrain starts yet AGAIN) makes me burst into laughter. I swear I hear a kazoo somewhere. Thankfully, the tiny little conductor inside the MIDI has mercifully decided NOT to prolong this agony. Click at your own risk. (and whatever you do, don't listen to "Rudolph, The Red-Nosed Reindeer" at this site. It sounds like a honky-tonk saloon and is played in two different keys (at the same time).
My apologies to Miller and Jackson

And Rudolph

#2. "My Grown-Up Christmas List" (David Foster/Linda Thompson)

Recorded by Kelly Clarkson/Monica/others

Lyrics HERE

3. The Prayer (
Andrea Bocelli w/Celine Dion)

4. What Child Is This? and Mary Did You Know

5. Silent Night/Stille Nacht
 Now...where's the mistletoe?
I hereby tag: Tom, Madd, SilverNeurotic, Epiphany Alone
Please tag five others and return your meme to me.
I think I'm in the spirit now.

A Mindless Meme to Pass the Time

Readers: Here's an interesting twist on the age-old meme. It's a ready made list of things you just copy into your post. Highlight/bold those things you've actually done. I seriously stole this from Zeek's site! Zeek writes The Way I See It and is a fairly new visitor to my blog. Thanks for the post idea tonight! I hereby tag the following to do the same (if you so desire)..  Annelisa, Maryam, Lizza, Bond
(I've also been tagged by Dr. Anonymous to do a musical meme. Will finish tomorrow and tag-and re-tag others.)

Things You've Done
Copy, bold the things you’ve done and post. Here are mine:

01. Bought everyone in the bar a drink
02. Swam with wild dolphins
03. Climbed a mountain (do little mountains count??!)
04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive
05. Been inside the Great Pyramid
06. Held a tarantula (do little spiders count??!)
07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone
08. Said “I love you” and meant it
09. Hugged a tree
10. Bungee jumped (I think not)
11. Visited Paris
12. Watched a lightning storm at sea
13. Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise
14. Seen the Northern Lights
15. Gone to a huge sports game (Does Little League count??!)
16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa
17. Grown and eaten your own vegetables
18. Touched an iceberg (Do ex-husbands count??!!) Just kidding....maybe.
19. Slept under the stars
20. Changed a baby’s diaper
21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon
22. Watched a meteor shower
23. Gotten drunk on champagne (Does onstage acting count??!)
24. Given more than you can afford to charity
25. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope
26. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment
27. Had a food fight
28. Bet on a winning horse
29. Asked out a stranger
30. Had a snowball fight
31. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can (Opera doesn't count. Right?)
32. Held a lamb
33. Seen a total eclipse of the moon.
34. Ridden a roller coaster
35. Hit a home run
36. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking
37. Adopted an accent for an entire day (Opera counts! YAY!!)
38. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment
39. Had two hard drives for your computer
40. Visited all 50 states
41. Taken care of someone who was drunk
42. Had amazing friends
43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country
44. Watched wild whales
45. Stolen a sign (Does watching-from-afar count??!)
46. Backpacked in Europe (No, but I want to do the Amazing Race)
47. Taken a road-trip
48. Gone rock climbing (Umm....on a small scale.....)
49. Midnight walk on the beach (One of THE best things in life)
50. Gone sky diving (Mimi is afraid of heights)
51. Visited Ireland
52. Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love
53. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger’s table and had a meal with them (yes, and it made a great story)
54. Visited Japan
55. Milked a cow (almost......until the kick)
56. Alphabetized your CD collection
 57. Pretended to be a superhero
58. Sung karaoke
59. Lounged around in bed all day
60. Played touch football
61. Gone scuba diving
62. Kissed in the rain
63. Played in the mud
64. Played in the rain
65. Gone to a drive-in theater
66. Visited the Great Wall of China
67. Started a business
68. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken
69. Toured ancient sites (Does the Wayback Machine count??!)
70. Taken a martial arts class (No, but I can kick prissy-butt in TaeBo)
71. Played D&D for more than 6 hours straight
72. Gotten married
73. Been in a movie (No, but I once dated a celebrity)
74. Crashed a party
75. Gotten divorced
76. Gone without food for 5 days
77. Made cookies from scratch (Yes, but no one could eat them)
78. Won first prize in a costume contest
79. Ridden a gondola in Venice
80. Gotten a tattoo
81. Rafted the Snake River
82. Been on television news programs as an “expert”
83. Got flowers for no reason
84. Performed on stage
85. Been to Las Vegas
86. Recorded music
87. Eaten shark
88. Kissed on the first date
89. Gone to Thailand
90. Bought a house
91. Been in a combat zone (occupational hazard at times)
92. Buried one/both of your parents
93. Been on a cruise ship
94. Spoken more than one language fluently (Sing in Latin, German, French, Italian ....but who really cares)!
95. Performed in Rocky Horror
96. Raised children
97. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour (but I'd really love to)
99. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country
100. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over
101. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge
102. Sang loudly in the car and didn’t stop when you knew someone was looking (Daily)
103. Had plastic surgery
104. Survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived
105. Wrote articles for a large publication (Does Bestest Blog Of All-Time count??!)
106. Lost over 100 pounds
107. Held someone while they were having a flashback (Who wrote these questions?!)
108. Piloted an airplane
109. Touched a stingray (not a smart thing to do)
110. Broken someone’s heart
111. Helped an animal give birth
112. Won money on a T.V. game show
113. Broken a bone
114. Gone on an African photo safari
115. Had a facial part pierced other than your ears
116. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol
117. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild
118. Ridden a horse
119. Had major surgery
120. Had a snake as a pet
121. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon
122. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours
123. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states
124. Visited all 7 continents
125. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days
126. Eaten kangaroo meat
127. Eaten sushi1
28. Had your picture in the newspaper
129. Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about
130. Gone back to school
131. Para sailed
132. Touched a cockroach (WHY?)
133. Eaten fried green tomatoes
134. Read The Iliad - and the Odyssey
135. Selected one “important” author who you missed in school, and read
136. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
137. Skipped all your school reunions
138. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language
139. Been elected to public office
140. Written your own computer language
141. Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream
142. Had to put someone you love into hospice care
143. Built your own PC from parts
144. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you
145. Had a booth at a street fair
146. Dyed your hair
147. Been a DJ
148. Shaved your head
149. Caused a car accident
150. Saved someone’s life

Happy Wednesday!

photography Mimi Lenox

The Four-Dollar Box

I set out one sunny Saturday morning in 1999 to do a little grocery shopping. Before I reached the four-lane I noticed a small red and white sign to the left in front of a neat white-frame house: Garage Sale Today. Spotting a few pieces of antique glassware on the makeshift table, I decided to pull over.

The house was being sold and everything from the attic had literally
been strewn about the yard, placed on sheets and stacked under tables. I was about to make my get-away with a hand painted wooden bowl and crystal pitcher I'd found in the rubble when a medium-sized cardboard box caught my eye. Unopened, yellowed......and full of old ephemera.

At first glance it looked like just a bunch of yard sale junk - envelopes greeting cards, a few stamps, maybe a postcard here and there. A
few matchboxes and military-looking things. Might be interesting, I thought. I asked the elderly lady, who'd apparently been perched all morning in a rocker overseeing strange people poke through her things, "Do you know what's in this box?""I found it in the attic," she said. "That stuff belonged to my late husband. He was in WWII. I don't know what's in it. Just some old papers of his. Nothing much."
"How much do you want for it?" I asked.

"Oh....I'll take four dollars if that's not too much."
"That's fine," I said. I paid the nice lady and went on my merry way, much more excited about the bowl and pitcher than the dilapidated box.

Later that evening I decided to unearth the cardboard treasure.
I so love a good mystery. Wonder what I'd find......

Every time I tell this story I get a bubbly I-can't-believe-this-happened-to-me feeling in the giggly part of my stomach and shake my head in disbelief.
Are you ready for this?

Inside the four-dollar box - the one I nearly decided not to stop for - were hundreds of antique postcards from Vienna, Germany, France, Nice, Lourdes, Paris, Marseilles and other parts of the world. Most were untouched - in perfect condition. There were official military holiday greeting cards stamped 1944 and 1945. Army regulations and security letters to the troops. A soldier's pocket atlas, cup, knife, tags, instructions, Army show pamphlets. Complete sets of untouched artist signed postcards from Vienna in mint condition, twenty-four Wien collection pieces still sealed in paper wrapping. Swiss original watercolour postcards. The list goes on.And more United States Army memorabilia than I knew what to do with.

It was the day my love affair with antique postcards began.

Sometime later I had time to research their history and determine what I'd found. I became somewhat of an antique postcard connoisseur and still love to find oils and mini watercolors to frame (such as Raphael Tuck) in good condition. Unfortunately, I later sold some of the army tags and articles in a post-divorce moment, most for a fraction of what they were worth.

One of the postcards was eventually sold to a museum curator in Florida. Other small things found their demise in an EBAY frenzy;
the most memorable example of 'getting something for nothing' is the story of a book of souvenir matches from Florida (found in that box) dated 1940-ish that sold for $42.10. A book of oversized matches with ugly pink flamingos on the front!
Amusing.

But that was not the greatest treasure, by far, in the box. I still have the most precious things. Neatly stacked and rubber-banded together underneath the postcards were a collection of Military Censored handwritten letters from Europe...

From a fifteen-year-old Austrian girl
Who was in love with an American soldier.

From what I can gather, he never returned the correspondence and was probably already married at the time he met her on holiday in France. Whenever I read them I feel a bit like I'm invading their privacy. Did his wife know? Did the sweet lady in the rocker ever discover them? What happened to the young girl? And who is "the boy" she keeps referring to?

Were the postcards reminders of places they visited together?

Is that why he kept so many? Is it possible that Mr. American Soldier was a true romantic? Did he love her? Were they ever reunited? 
Did he miss her?

I have pictures of the soldier that were made into real-photo postcards, but no pictures of the girl. But I know she was lovely. And I know she loved him.
Struggling with the English translation, here's a sample from one of her letters (also see scanned image above)...."I know that many girls go with soldiers to get things to eat. And I always thought maybe you think the same thing about me.....Sometimes I miss you a lot. It's hard to think that I can never see you again...... "Sounds like a a movie, doesn't it?

But never mind that. I like to take them out from time to time and conjure up a happy ending, delicately turn them over in my hands and think about how she must have felt when she wrote them. I can laugh at her jokes and peek inside her heartache - maybe even understand the angst between those carefully crafted words, painstakingly written in broken English and giddish delight.
I don't have to wonder if he returned her feelings. I have no words from him on paper. No pictures of her. Just memories in a box.
You see, it's just this simple to me. And how I wish I could tell her.

The loveliest thing of all - is that he kept them.

Sunday Blog Chatter: Mimi is Maroon

What earth shattering news. How self-indulgent.
Couldn't I think of something a little less narcissistic?

Now really.
Who cares what color my blog is?
Should a perfectly good Sunday Blog Chatter be devoted to the tale of one woman's quest for ambiance?

I think not.

So let's talk about something I never talk about.
Something shocking and scandalous.....delicious....spicy....hot....sinful....wild and exciting!

That might make her maroon turn marooner.

But she is going to tell you a secret.

I've been working this weekend on a new home for the Peace Globe project. SEE?

I told you it was something I never talk about.

The Official BlogBlast For Peace site found new curtains and wallpaper today (not maroon, but close) and I've splashed around in the sidebar for hours. It was fun! Found some of my old friends there, reminded me to be thankful for new friendships made and generally had a fine time reminiscing
about November 7th, 2006. So click on over and tell me if you like it. Or tell me if you don't. Whatever the case, I'm sure you'll eventually find your globe and your story spinning about in its new abode.

Be patient while I collect and count and link and recount and find music and redo.
And probably redecorate.

Again.

Speaking of redecorating......this blog has too much yellow. I'm feeling a little jaundiced!

Come on in! Mimi is entertaining today at
BlogBlast For Peace: The Official Site
Feel free to link exchange and don't forget to BYOG (that's Bring Your Own Globe)!

Calling All Comedians!

I feel so MAROON. Searching for bobbles to match.....

NOTE: In the midst of a blog makeover. Chasing down colors at the moment. Where, oh where, did my globe babies go? Anybody seen Frank's gallery floating around in blog Space??

Most of you know that I also host a spoofy, silly blog called Dating Profile of The Day. For the past three weeks I've challenged my readers to outwit each other by writing short comebacks to a series of dating headlines and essay snippets. The response has been hysterical.


Now it's time for some of you to show your witty personalities. If you'd like to take part in my

Saturday Comeback Challenge

just follow the link to participate. My blog is filled everyday with FUNNY COMMENTS from my blogging friends. I have no doubt you could give the current King of Comedy (I shall explain)-

a run for his crown.

Here's how it happened......

The first competition was on October 28, 2006.

Click here for Round One! Read the winning answers here!

The winner: Bud, a lifelong comedian and radio DJ. He's in his element and hard to beat. Until..........
The second competition was held November 18, 2006.
Click here for Round 2. The Competition Heats Up considerably for Bud with Bazza, Jan, Frank, Wandering Girl, Paul, LB Jeffries and a few Anonymous competitors stirring the pot!

Click here for the hysterical winning answers from all.

The Winner: A TIE between Bud and Frank Sirianni - who most tickled my
funny bone.

ROUND THREE, November 25, 2006 TODAY'S COMPETITION

Click here to get the questions!

I hope you will participate and try to unseat the apparently unbeatable last winner.

GOOD LUCK!

Blogger Nearly Gave Me a Heart Attack!

I made the big switch to Beta this morning and my blog appeared IN JAPANESE!!!

I need to lie down.

Be back soon.

I hope.

If not, somebody please take care of my precious little Peace Globe babies.

I am not amused.

Gratitude

Autonomy

 I choose to be a coloring book today.
Maybe tomorrow I'll splash bright, wild colors on the page.
But today, I want to be a coloring book.
Autonomy

Freedom 

 To live in a place where I can speak my mind, write my thoughts in public and express my opinions without fear of being arrested

for doing so

Books

They are magic

Mercy

 To know that no matter how many times in my life I may fall or mess up, there are people who love me and always will

Clean Water, Fresh Air, Healthy Food

Abundant pleasures tinged with a smidgen of guilt when I think of people all over the world who have none of those things

Prayer

 Not so much my petitions to The Almighty or what I learned to say in Sunday school.
It is sitting
listening
learning
Being
In the the midst of a tender, loving presence I can't explain

Musica 

 Seven simple little pitches scrambled into lullabies, symphonies, cantatas, rock music - all heavenly sounds that come

from the same place

Unconditional Love

The look I recall in my grandfather's eyes
The sweet, gentle, silly kiss I feel on my cheek from one very talkative three-year-old whom I've persuaded to call me "Mimi" instead of grandma (shudder shudder) - and he -without question - complies

Brown eyes

My son's His big brown eyes have grown into manhood but all I can see is a reflection of the bravest boy I know.

Fog

The mysterious and powerful experience of being lost in the moment with someone you love

Friendships

Girlfriends I know I can call in the wee hours of the morning should I need them and they would wiggle out from under the covers of their comfortable lives and come over - or just listen. They know I would do the same for them.

Trees

 I have a strange affinity for them and like to be surrounded by them. Trees are the personification of strength standing still

The newness in my life

 Peace Globes, novels unwritten, new budding friendships

Silence

Happy Thanksgiving!
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Pardon My Growing Pains (aka The Blog Makeover)

It's time for a new template, new photo, new colors, new me.

Tonight I feel like a kid with a fresh set of watercolor paint-by-number scenes. I'm experimenting. This evening I've cartooned myself, became a coloring book, a jigsaw puzzle, a maze, a pixel piece, an ethereal other-worldly diva girl, a crinkle face and a ghostlike apparition. Rotated left. Rotated right. (That was painful.)

Retro...

I've been sepia, black and white, sunlit, spotlighted, watercolored, enhanced, enlarged, reduced, resized, revived, renewed and regurgitated.

And fish-eyed. (That was not attractive.)

You're not seeing things.

Your eyes are not playing tricks on you!

The top right picture keeps changing.

Disappearing.
And changing again.

I'm fickle.

A human kaleidoscope.

I can't decide if I want to be full-faced, half-faced (Bud.....are you listening?!), two-faced or a one-eyed phantom.

Dark? Light? Mysterious? Moody? Suzy Sunshine?

I feel so bipolar.

My mother used to say, as my aunt teased my hair (back in the day) and attempted to pluck my tender eyebrows, "Sit still! You have to suffer to be beautiful." Somehow I don't think this is what she had in mind.

My blog is becoming a mirror of me. Oh lucky you.
You get to witness my vanity playing hide-n-seek.

What's even more disturbing is that I've discovered just how "normal" this is for me. I change my clothes more often than OJ changes his story. "Oh! I feel like leggings and a plaid skirt this morning!"
Then I think of Pippi Longstockings and I just can't do it.
Cher comes to mind. Thirty-six inch dangling ear bobbles and 12-inch heels would look very nice disguised in a long Joni Mitchell skirt from the sixties. I'll bring my guitar!

Then I remember I'm afraid of heights.
And I don't have a guitar.

Ten minutes til out-the-door and I'm searching for my bracelet and the other boot I decided to change into. I can apply lip liner, eyeliner and moisturizer with one hand and blow dry my hair with the other. Lipstick does not frighten me. All colors go on - and off - just as quickly as the color code switches in my mental fill-in-the-blank palette. Gouchos morph into pencil skirts and
I routinely find more matching shoes in the backseat of my car than in my closet.
I'm famous for wearing gently mismatched socks to work.

It's dark for Heaven's sake.
If God intended for socks to match He would have joined our feet.
Dressing myself is not always a problem.

Gloss is my friend.
Coffee stains do not mess with me.
Nail polish dries in exactly the amount of time it takes to type a short email with the end of a pencil.
It's a gift.
The length of my skirt is of equal proportion to the amount of sleep I got the night before. Short skirts for that tossy-turny feeling. Knee boots for go-go dancing dreams. (Don't ask)
Ankle boots for those run-for-your-life chasin' nightmares and mid-length "church dresses" if I'm feeling emotional and confessional.

Not all is fun and closet games.
I can be serious you know.
There are several platitudes, beatitudes and attitudes posted on my bathroom mirror. I need inspiration in the mornings. Behold.
"A bounceless hairday is worse than a tetanus booster."
"Alarm clocks are from Satan."
"Matching nails are in direct proportion to the symmetrical size of your brain."
"When God closes one door, He always reminds Mimi where she put her keys."

"Beauty is in the eye of the Maybelline tube."

"Feed the hungry this Christmas. Give manicure sets."

"You may not be able to find your socks but remember what Confucius say -
"Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it."
Gee thanks, Confu.

Not to be outdone by D.H. Lawrence (who was a tad confused himself) who wrote, "The human soul needs actual beauty more than bread" - which gives me permission to do my best to scrape a little inspiration for mankind out of the bottom of the lipstick tube everyday - trying to find actual beauty. I spend more time in front of the mirror than eating.

I know where my priorities lie.

Mimi morphing is nothing new to me, folks. I've been known to change clothes - and accidentally change direction - in the car. Rear view mirrors are the perfect size for puckering, batting your eyes at a backseat passenger or eyeshadow inspection. Rehearsing your 'pitiful look' a split second before the Officer asks for your powder stained driver's license.

But all mornings aren't nearly as productive as this.

Sometimes I'm really addled.

I think I'll just be me.
No more cartoon Mimis or pencil drawings.
Blog espionage does not become me.
And it's beginning to bother my mother.

But, of course, Blogger does not want the real me. "It" would rather have Disney World photo booth renditions of me(me) with fish lips and googly eyes.
I think that's taking the merger a bit far.

"Hey guys! It's that half-n-half lady again trying to steal more bandwidth by posting the other side of her face. Remember her? She traded that half for enough space to host those pesky peace globes at the top of her cheery little blog. Yea...yea...yada yada yada. That's her, alright.

If I don't get this computer to validate my blog-being soon, I'm going into psychotherapy.


Just as soon as I smash that alarm clock.

Lennon Strikes Again: Sanni and the Peace Globes

A creative young woman from Germany who calls herself Sanni has stolen my heart today.

Not one to believe in accidents, I am convinced a little angel sent her to me; not only that, but said angel would want me to share her with you. Sanni doesn't do things ordinarily. Her blog is full of substance and beauty - just like Sanni herself.

On Friday, November 17, 2006 she wrote a post in response to my own commentary called 15 Reasons Why I Miss Peace Globes. Apparently, so does she.

Imagine my surprise today when I stumbled upon her to find (among other things) a slideshow in the sidebar of her blog complete with an animated rainbow and shooting stars. And what is so special about that, you may ask?

Rainbows are symbols of promise and your Peace Globes are the center attraction.

It's a beautiful sight to behold.

To see those statements of peace carried from blog to blog to blog is still - and always will be - amazing to me. You MUST see it. Click HERE to read this post.

And that's not all. As if I needed another reason to get excited about this project! Sanni wrote a poem that eloquently describes exactly how I feel about Dona Nobis Pacem in the Blogosphere and the impact it's had on my life. Let's put this in perspective. She's a mere 32 years old. An example of all that is right with her generation. Maybe a new cycle of social activism has begun for the cause of peace - as I recently discussed with a Lennon-generation-friend on the phone - isn't it time for the old wave to catch up with the new?

She has caught the vision.

Not to over-quote Lennon, mind you - but let's do. Why not? He was a visionary before his time for the cause of peace. There has never been another "sound" quite like John Lennon's voice singing......"Imagine all the people living life in peace. You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us, and the world will live as one."....

I don't think we can repeat that enough. No matter how many times I've seen bloggers use it to personify our peace day, I never tire of it.

If John Lennon were alive today and a blogger, I have no doubt he would be signing his own Peace Globe right along with us - and marching that tune around the blogosphere with ordinary people like you and me. And he would discover - as I have - that my friendly neighborhood peace bloggers are far from the range of mundane.

He would also be lighting candles - like the one that 8,000,000 others have lit via the link on Sanni's sight. She has hopes for that many bloggers to make peace globes one day. So do I.

Why not?

Click here to read Sanni's poem and light a candle.

Best viewed in her own corner of the world from her unique perspective amidst shooting stars of light and hope.

On Sanni's blog.

NOTE: Peace Globes are ONGOING. Write me and I'll tell you how to participate in BlogBlast For Peace. You can still make a globe and have it entered in the gallery. We've love to have at least one from every country.

These are a Few of My Favorite Things.....With a DISCLAIMER

WARNING: I must have morphed into Julie Andrews last night. In retrospect and in the clear light of day this translates a bit sappy and un-nunlike. Sometimes even unMimi-like - in the sense that I bared my bubbles! I do love these things but necessity (and manners) demanded less explanation. I shall move to less frill tomorrow.

Welcome to another short and sweet post during countdown to the NaNoWriMo finish line. These things make me smile.

1. Slow kisses and bubbles 

2. Rainy day reading

3. Snuggles from my grandson

4. Little black dresses

5. Slow dancing in the kitchen

6. Walking in the woods

7. Intimate and engaging conversation

8. A well-dressed man

9. Piping hot cappuccino

10. Gold hoop earrings and Nancy Sinatra boots

11. Stories spilling out of my pen in the middle of the night

12. Sunsets that make me pull over and stop the car (Photo by Annelisa Words That Flow)

13. Waterfalls and rocks

14. Girlfriends, the front porch, and chardonnay

15. The sound of the ocean

16. Wildflowers in my garden

17. A good cry

18. Popcorn

19. Silence 

Flower photographs by Mimi Lenox

Sunday Blog Chatter Part Three: 10 Reasons To Stop Dating!

Well, there actually more than ten but who's counting.

Yesterday I posted the Saturday Comeback Challenge on Dating Profile of the Day, my spoofy site on bachelors gone awry. I find the craziest bachelor snippets I can and challenge my readers to write comical comebacks once a week. The response was wonderful this weekend! We currently have four contenders for this disastrous honor. Bazza, Jan, Wandering Girl and Bud have laid down the funnies. They are hilarious and I'd like you to help me choose the winner.
But wait! The competition is not over!
You can still try to outwit these silly writers with one-ups of your own.

Click here, get ready to laugh and please participate.

My favorite headline this week - "I sometimes perform music in public and ride my motorcycle for fun."Jan's response: " I'm looking for someone who rides motorcycles in public and plays music for fun."Bud's response: " Boy, I imagine that draws a crowd. Hey everybody! Here comes the yodeling bike rider again!"
And this from a dateless bachelor: "I'm a rounded person."
To which Bazza replied, "The cops rounded him up yesterday."
"Cheese in search of macaroni"......Jan said, "I'm sorry. I'm lactose intolerant."

And the list goes on. Unfortunately.

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