Silent Sermon Sunday

Now I lay me down to sleep.
I pray thee, Lord, my soul to keep.
Should I die before I wake,
I pray thee, Lord, my soul to take.
Should I live to future days,
I pray thee, Lord, to guide my ways.
~ Evening Prayer

Namaste' Till Next Time,
Holly

And They Lived Happily

Four years ago, I married my very best friend. And, my life has never been more complete. I love you, Michael Richard. Will you marry me again for another year?

Namaste' Till Next Time,
Holly aka Mrs. Michael Frock

Silent Sermon Sunday

Bless the one who is the wings beneath your feet.

Namaste' Till Next Time,
Holly

Insult To Injury

By now you all know that I'm built for comfort, not speed. You'll know how much I struggle with weight and being OVER weight. Being round and zaftig, when really, I would prefer being mean and lean.

You'll know that I attempt to follow Weight Watchers, but I've stopped paying the monthly fee for following on line. I tell myself that it's my effort toward fiscal responsibility. Michael's always happy when I can trim another something off the list of monthly expenses. Ironic I can trim the budget but not my size...go figure.

You'll know that my thyroid has joined the party to conspire against me and now my 'sluggish' metabolism is now more like a door-stop than a working system.

You'll know that I have been, most likely, a sloth in many life times....and speed and movement, to me, seem anathema to life.

You'll know that I've decided to continue to fight the good fight each day despite the form my body would have you believe.

You'll know that I cherish my body and continually thank it for doing most of what I ask of it.

You'll know that I'm continually shocked by the changes it goes through thanks to age...like my eyebrows turning into bristles, etc...

So, why am I so surprised, that when I'm sent for an ultra-sound of my liver to determine why I have elevated liver enzymes...

...that the report comes back, "fatty liver,"????

Don't you think that I'd figure that everything on me has decided to use "fatty" as the first descriptor? Come on!

Do I really need to add that insult to injury?! For crap sake. Thanks for nothing, liver. You fatty traitor.

Namaste' Till Next Time,
Holly aka She Who Is Round

Silent Sermon Sunday

Infinite possibility resides in the spaces between the words.
Spend more time in the spaces.
Notice how your world changes.

Namaste' Till Next Time,
Holly

Halloween Treats

Livy, Laura and Eric were here with us last weekend. And, it was then that I learned that within a few short months since I saw her last, our baby, has turned into a real girly-girl! She loves bracelets and ribbons, and things that are sparkly. Colors are the best ever! Clothes with frills and flounces attract her eye.

Proof yet again, that we come to this Earth with our personalities already engaged. Because if it was a case of learning to like what we see, we'd all be different. Laura, for example, is quite the fashionesta...but she's never been a cute girly-girl. Certainly she's always been very fashionable and stylish, but not all girl.

So, it was a natural that for Halloween this year, Livy is a pink ballerina. Please note her sparkling pink shoes...they make the ensemble for sure!

I love those two girls. So here's to another All Hallows Eve with...

...my Baby Girl and my Littlest Girl.

Hope your Halloween brought you moments of pure delight!

Namaste' Till Next Time,
Holly aka Aunt/Great Aunt Holly