Love...

Marsha called me a lazy blogger again.

Yeah, well...

Mostly, I've been busy. Also, for several months there's been lots of change happening, not just for me, but for so many of my friends. Sometimes change makes me quiet and consumes me.

I was reminded yesterday of an Emmett Fox quote on love, which I had transferred from planner to planner since I was 21 years old up until the time I went from planner to PDA. And no Renee, that's not a public display of affection. I realized yesterday that I had taken this quote on almost like a mantra for my own life. And I really have. I strive to reach toward a sufficient realization of love, and it's never failed to heal every single situation that I've held up to it's light. Don't get me wrong, I haven't been codependent about it. Also, I realize I haven't (yet) held every single troubling situation in my life up to the standards of the quote, but for every one I that I have, it never fails to heal.

Anyway, the quote from Fox:

Love Will Conquer

There is no difficulty that enough love will not conquer;
no disease that enough love will not heal;
no door that enough love will not open;
no gulf that enough love will not bridge;
no wall that enough love will not throw down;
no sin that enough love will not redeem . . .

It makes no difference how deeply seated may be the trouble;
how hopeless the outlook;
how muddled the tangle;
how great the mistake.
A sufficient realization of love will dissolve it all.
If only you could love enough you would be the happiest and most powerful being in the world.

There's something I don't do anymore, jot down quotes to view every day, in a planner. I am relatively new where I work, so I haven't "moved in" and revealed too much of my personality by covering my cubicle in quotes and photos and postcards in the same fashion as my refrigerator. In my world, the refrigerator and cubicle are the adult equivalent of the teenager's bedroom wall.

And this quote also reminds me of Marsha, who posted yesterday about being angry about her lymphoma. Marsha has a healthy respect and love for herself, so where was the room in the process of recovery for anything but healing and love until now -- when anger has time to visit?

I may resolve next year to bring back the quotes. And devise a way to remember everyone's birthday, and to prioritize my time so that I spend more time being with people than doing things.

That would include more photography I think. It's a beautiful way to be with people, to hang around, talk, create a comfortable space for someone, and illuminate them. I like it. Recently, I did these people:









Ok... I am going to bed. G'night.

Oh yeah...

I'll forgive last season, but only for oil wrestling... sheesh...

Anniversary Trip

The Sexy Beast and I had a blissful, wonderful, joyous time celebrating our tenth anniversary on a cruise to Cozumel. I'd so go again, and for even lesser reasons! Like oh, to celebrate a long weekend, or because it was Tuesday, or I bought a new pair of shoes...

First let me just say, as most people can testify, the water is very different. Interesting that you shouldn't drink the water in Mexico, but it looks like this:

And here in Texas, you can drink the water, but it looks like this:

What's with that?

Another thing about these cruises. You can wear yourself out -- easily, so you should pace yourself. We have no idea who this is, hanging out, passed out in the Grand Atrium at the bar, pajamas and all, waiting for her debarkation number to be called. Maybe she was one of those suckahs who packed everything the night before and had her steward take the luggage out the night before without setting something out to wear? You know she's not the first. No matter. I hope she has a great story to tell.



By the way, the photos on this trip are taken mostly by the Sexy Beast, who received a new li'l camera from moi prior to the trip. I was too cautious to take mine, as I use it for financial gain. She set up some glorious shots of her own!


Yeah, that's right... this is the opposite side of the island where they film those Corona commercials. Honest.

We didn't go to the other side -- we swam with the dolphins and shopped instead. Next time... the beach on the other side of the island.

Tomorrow, more details on our trip -- and maybe even, dolphin photos...

Do I really have to go back to work?

Anniversary trip

Sexy Beast, Carnival Cruise Lines, Cozumel.

I might post pictures, and have something to blog about when I get home.

Bon Voyage, and... sorry about not blogging more frequently. I've been busy, so sue me!

Score for Gore

He didn't win the election. (Exciting reading at this link, I tell ya...)

He won the Nobel Peace prize instead.

Score for Gore

Building The Set

NxNW Theatre is beginning and completing our first set for our first show this weekend.

Julie Holden, theatre reviewer for the Austinist, took some shots of the work everyone did today. There are a lot of the baby Johanna, but we're glad to have Johanna with us. And Julie's her mother... so... there you have it.

Everyone involved is poooped, as is anyone who pulls more than their fair share of weight for a production, while starting a new theatre at the same time. I couldn't be more grateful for the work they've done.

Mary Ellen Butler, Artistic Director of the Palace Theatre in Georgetown, loaned us a truck load of furniture and lumber. A HUGE truck. She's devoted her life to this theatre thing and even sent an email to her patrons and volunteers inviting them to support us. She's an amazing ball of nonstop energy.

Today I thought of all the people I should have asked to advertise in the program. I wonder if Amie, our brilliant marketer, can do it this late in the process? I know tons of people who would probably say yes to the advertising. What was I thinking?

Come see the show!

Make your reservations at www.nxnwtheatre.org

WTF???

Perhaps you want a humping dog USB or something equally as clever for your desk?

Maybe some Dr. Pepper Beef Jerky?

Ok, I don’t have time to explain the total randomness of this blog and how it came about.

It does however, give me a grand idea for a new blog:

Shit That Is So Weird That Even The People Who Have All The Weird Ass Shit They Could Ask For Don't Have.