Get your own door!

I love manners. Please, Thank you, Yes Ma’am, Yes Sir, how can I help you.

It melts me. Kindness and respect begetting kindness and respect.

I can’t tell you the number of times, when I’ve been hurrying along, high heels clicking, bags in tow, hurrying to a meeting, airport, or any function, and a kind gentleman, old, young, in between holds the door. It stops me every time. This kind person is waiting to give me a small kindness, a gentle assistance, a simple gesture of respect. The simple “I See You” an acknowledgment of one’s existence.

I LOVE MEN WHO ARE GENTLEMEN!  There I’ve said it.  It’s the girliest thing to me, but when a man, acts like a gentleman and holds open the door, it’s one of my favorite things.

Manners don’t stop at gender, if someone is coming your way, hold the elevator, hold the door, acknowledge another human beings existence.  It’s why we are here.

I’m happy to say, I’ve given, and I’ve received these kindnesses, and I get a good laugh when people crap on them, and get their own comeuppance.

When was the last time?

This has been on my mind quite a bit.

When was the last time I’ve done something for the first time?  Well, I’m not at the beginning of my journey, but my journey isn’t finished yet.  I’m sure there is plenty out there.

Maybe I’m wanting to race to the ocean shore?  Love the beauty of the ocean.

We’ve never been vacationer’s.  We will go 15 years without a week away.  We’ll escape for weekends, but in the last 4 years, we haven’t gone anywhere for more than 2 days.

Maybe I’m thinking about the next win a work?  I love my job.

Maybe I’m thinking about embracing the best version of myself?  I’m about as me as I can be?

I surprised myself when I saw the Bee Keeper Barbie.  The feelings it evoked reminded me, I still have a very girly, youthful side to me.  Maybe I can embrace things I’ve lost?

There’s a lot that I still want to be.

I want to be beautiful…..Really wanted and desired by my husband.  When he walks in the door and sees me, I want him to be so happy that he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

If we can be that couple who still holds hands and flirts for the next 25 years, that will be just fine.  But I’d like a sex life that would be the thing of legend.

I want to be a great friend.  When my gal pals reach out, and remind me what part I play in our dynamic, it’s empowering.  I want to have great friends around me.

I want to be a great mom.  My boys are grown, and we are developing a great new relationships.  I want them to always want me around.

I want to be a great Wendy.  Fierce, loving, creative, intelligent, and all things good.

I’d like to do things for the first time.  New adventures await.  My story isn’t done yet.

Triple Digit heat index

It’s a little hot, as it usually is here in S. Texas in July.

We are officially in the Dog Days of Summer.  Or maybe the Frog days of summer?

Check this out.  There are still nice people out there.

 

 

 

41 years of Star Wars

Yesterday, I got done at the office around 1:30. I ordered a curbside grocery pick up but couldn’t fetch it till 5.

What to do until then? I didn’t want to go home, so I looked for a movie.

The first time I saw Star Wars was in 1977 at the theater (it was the only way to see it at the time). I was 13, my brother was 9. It was magical. We loved every minute.

In 2002, at the 25th anniversary of the movie, they put together new scenes, added CGI, and my brother and I went back to celebrate. We loved every minute.

This year, as I sat in the theater for the 2:20 pm showing with 10 other die hard fans, the opening script rolled and I was 13 again, but missing my little brother. I had to text him as soon as I got out of the movie.

Ron Howard did a great job on the film, and it was so great to see actors enthusiastic about their parts, instead of hating them.

I’m a fan of the series. This new chapter did not disappoint. I loved every minute. And that’s not something I can say for every chapter, but every chapter has brought back wonderful memories.

Northers, Lord of the Ring, and Taxes

Norther blew in and the temp dropped 20 degrees and started raining.

So I gathered up my income tax file, receipts, et al and started trudging through the taxes.

I gave up when I realized that I’m still missing a K1.

With the wind whistling outside, what could be better than a little Lord of the Rings.

Some days, you just have to find a spot on the couch with the dog, and a blanket, and some good old movies.

Odd seasons

Many moons ago now, (cause I had to look it up) Mary Chapin Carpenter had a song called the Bug.  It was on her Come On Come On album from 1992.  I think that counts as Many Moons, since it was over 25 years ago.

It describes perfectly how this year has gone so far.

We are into February, and I am feeling off balance. Friends are distant, things are changing. Work is stalled. I’m doing my best to keep a good attitude, and hoping to being the Windshield soon.

Are we in for another Moon Event?  How many Blue, Super, Wolf, Eclipsing, Moons can we have in such a short period of time?  Could that be the cause of such oddness going on?

Christmas–y

Nothing says Christmas like snow.  Just ask Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye!

Being on the Gulf Coast, we don’t get the whole 4 season thing the rest of the country gets.  We have two, Hot and a little warm and rainy.  Houston is green 10 months out of the year.  Shoot, we were still mowing last Monday. How can you get into the Christmas season with the smell of fresh mown grass?

Every now and again we get some winter precipitation.  On Friday  I woke up at 3 am, and was shocked to see snow!  It was a little chilly earlier in the day, mid 40’s and a little cloudy, but no one thought it would really snow!


It was quiet, and still.  It was fluffy and white.  It made me so happy. 


It didn’t last, but we had some fun.


After the snow, I was ready to buckle down and get into some Christmas decorating and baking.  I even went to a cookie exchange. 
We’ve had an interesting year here in Houston.

Happy Friday!


I’m taking a few minutes not just to say “bye” to the work week, but “adios” to September.  

I’m looking forward to a more productive October. 

Where ever you are, enjoy.  Do a little Friday Dance!

Trillions on Trillions and not the national debt.


I was listening to the Talking heads discussing how stupid it was that the flood victims in Texas built where they built, and why didn’t they have flood insurance?  They actually were having a discussion on why Americans should not be able to build homes near rivers, the ocean, or the gulf……..really?  The stupidity seems to originating from the Talking heads.

Did you know that most of the people, in Houston, who flooded during this event were not in the designated National Flood Map zones? Their homes were high and dry during the last three big rain events.  Their mortgage companies didn’t require flood insurance, and their was no indication that their homes were at risk.  

Did you know that a large majority of homes that were flooded, were flooded on purpose by the Army Corps of Engineers who schedule water releases from two reservoirs that were at risk of failing?  How can a home owner insure themselves from that type of event?

Did you know that the national weather service added a new color to their rainfall charts?  Black, they added black to show the areas that received over 50 inches of rain.

Outside of a city that is up in the mountains with incredible drainage, 50 inches of rain would flood just about anything.

Who would expect that much rain?