Today

This is from another blog but it says something that speaks deeply to me today. Enjoy--


Today is a gift. A gift to be cherished and used. What will you do with this gift? Will you give any thought at all to how precious a gift it is? Will you clutter it with negative thoughts? Or negative comments or worse, negative action? Will you make someone smile this day? Or better yet, will you make someone laugh outloud today? Will you sense the innocence of this day and try to let it soak into your soul? Will you make an effort to step outside your comfort zone today? Or will you stay secure in the cozy cocoon of another day like others that have come before, quiet and tranquil? Will you reach out to someone who may need you even if just as a sounding board? Will you answer the door if opportunity knocks? Will you say, "The hell with doors!" and go out looking for opportunity on your own today? Will you smile at the energy of youth unleashed and secretly wish you could recapture more of that part of yourself permanently as you watch the children playing today? Will you make a plan based on a dream, the first step of which you will take today? Will you do at least one meaningful thing as you watch this day unfold? Will you waste time wishing things were different in your life today? Will you give someone a call today and tell them you love them? Will you stop to watch as the sun sinks into the clouds on the horizon at the end of this day and smile because you know today was a good day? I hope so.

The Complete Answer to My Extra Question OR Quincy the Would-Be Rocker

Once uponce a time there was a little frog named Quincy. Quincy had a great life sitting on his lily pad nabbing flies with his tongue and watching his friends swim about doing their water ballet. He even had a song about him that all the children loved to sing, but alas, Quincy was not happy. You see, he longed fervently for a beautiful, flowing head of hair. Quincy was a huge fan of the band Aerosmith and wanted to look like his favorite rocker. All his friends told him this obsession with hair was unhealthy and silly but Quincy would not listen to them. He wanted hair. He tried several hair growth remedies to no avail. He even contemplated hair transplants but couldn't afford them. Finally his best friend, Melville, suggested he try a wig. Quincy liked the idea immensely. With his innumerable connections, Melville was able to obtain just the wig he thought Quincy would like. Quincy was ecstatic! He couldn't wait to get the wig on his head. After a somewhat lengthy preparation the wig was finally in place. Melville held the mirror up for Quincy to see. Quincy's eyes opened wide and his mouth hung open. He looked exactly like Steven Tyler! "Jumping Jehosephat, Melville!! Can you believe it?!" Melville was flabbergasted--speechless--amazed! Quincy really did look like the rock star. Slowly Quincy turned to Melville. The glow of discovery lit his eyes as he removed the wig. "Melville," he said. I believe I have just had an epiphany. I have suddenly realized that frogs are supposed to be bald." Melville just smiled. He'd known this all along. From that moment on a contented Quincy was seen hopping about the pond with his nice, green, bald head made all the better by his Bald Head Balm from Bloomingdale's. Melville just smiled and was happy for his best friend. This story is dedicated to my daughters, Brinlee and McKenna, both of whom loved the TELLING of the Grumpus story so much more than having it read to them.

Cake

If you haven't tried the Cake Parlor (also known as TwentyFive Main Cafe and Cake Parlor) in St. George, UT you haven't lived. My daughter, McKenna, introduced me to this wonderful gem. It's a great little place tucked away in the older part of town. As you can tell from the address, it's on Main St. It has funky, shabby chic decor that sort of freaks me out, but not in a bad way. The employees are pleasant and helpful giving you ideas or opinions on the menu to help you decide. The menu is not extensive but offers items that are apart from the norm. And last but not least, their cupcakes are heavenly. So if you are in the mood for a change, try the Cake Parlor. (McKenna, are you proud of me for not calling it the Cake Palace???)

Baby Boomers

HUH. I just read an article about how unhappy the generation of Americans known as the "Baby Boomers" are. The article was based on a series of polls done by some university over a period of years. To hear them tell it, Baby Boomers are a gloomy bunch. We do have $4 a gallon gas, rising prices on everything due to the gas prices, and negative naysayers around every corner. But I think those negatives affect everyone and not just Boomers. What was even more astounding were the few comments after the article! A couple of 30-40 somethings that posted comments were very bitter. Apparently they blame all the negative things in the economy and even, I dare say, the world on the Baby Boomers. Evidently we were all "raised selfishly" and in turn have "spoiled brats" for children. Man! I could get upset and defend all us Boomers but why. I know what I know and here it is: A) A poll is a poll. It is what it is and asking a handful of people what their opinion is can in no way give you much insight into the heart and soul of a nation's population. B) I can only speak for myself. I know that I am fundamentally happy. I know I have a better life than a lot of people. I try to help those less fortunate by giving as much as I can to different organizations I count my blessing everyday.
So boo to all the naysayers! I'm happy dangit!!