Thank you…

Thank you, to all my followers, for your continued patience, since I have not been posting on a regular basis. I have been busy working on projects, including writing and painting. Soon, I hope to show you, what I have been working on.

I want you to know, that I read your blogs every day. You all are incredible writers and artist. When I read your blogs, they give me a smile or a chuckle and sometimes even a teary eye. I want to thank you, for being there and taking me on your journey.

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The warmth of the sun filled my soul

tooopen_201211171625076230You know that feeling you have, when standing in a ray of sunshine.  A tingling sensation passes through your body, with such a wonderful warmth.  It seems to awaken the soul and give you that extra rush of energy that your body craves.  You never realize that feeling, when you’re laying in your bed, wondering if you should get up.

It’s so easy, to just stay inside your house with all your comforts.  So, on days that your feeling blue or just need that extra boost of energy, try going outside and find that ray of sunshine.  You will be surprised, on how much your body can rejuvenate, with a touch of mother nature.

So, go ahead and get outside.  You’ll be glad you did and your body will thank you.

I’m Finnish

I love to read blogs, that can make me laugh.  Here is a post from a blog called, “Storytime with John.”  The writer has a way with words, that will keep you amused.

Storytime with John

I’ve been asked to provide five possible short stories, which display language errors – for a Korean made English language book – I suppose the aim is to point out possible mistakes that could be made, so that English learners don’t have to make them personally! Anyway, I have to get them done by Sunday! Phew, that’s a lot of work! So yeah, rough and ready; here is the 3rd of 5*: 

It’s great teaching younger children English if their language level is advanced – as they possess the same playful imagination you can always expect from kindergarten kids – but they can also express themselves properly through their spoken words too!

I remember with my class last year, we used to have a running joke which I’d orchestrated in order to try and correct some bad grammar they’d picked up from another teacher. You see, any time they had completed their…

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Ode to Veruca

As I started thinking, of all the different candy that is made, it made me think of Veruca in Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory.

So, this one is for you Veruca…

I want it now, I want it now!

It’s mine, It’s mine!

I want candy, all the time.

Peanut brittle, give me more.

Candy corn, here I go.

Bubble gum, yum yum.

Toffee and lollie’s, make me jolly.

Candy is yummy, sweet for my tummy.

I want Butterscotch and peppermint sticks.

Malted balls, that will do the trick.

More salt water taffy and cotton candy!

Jelly beans any kind, I don’t mind.

Carmel and gobstoppers, now I’m in trouble.

Feeling sick, darn those goobers and pixy sticks.

Oh my, what’s next?

No black licorice for me, but I’ll try a chocolate kiss.

I love Bon bons and white chocolate.

Peanut butter cups, are the best.

I forgot the rock candy, sitting in the dish.

Jaw breakers, might do me in.

I’m getting sick as sin.

Chocolate nuts and chocolate bars, I think I have taken this too far.

What’s that noise? Oh, its mom!

I have a candy wrapper stuck to my arm!

I jump in bed, sick as can be.

Mom comes in and looks at me.

What’s that smudge on your check?

Oh, I just ate one of my sweet treats.   😉

Have you lost your passion? Take one step at a time, to get it back.

Thinking about last nights post,“Dusty Camera, Forgotten Tap Shoes and Lost Paint Set” brought up many questions.  Why do we stop doing the things that we love to do? Is it a slow decline or a sudden stop? When you’re in the middle of doing your painting, writing, acting or singing and feel very passionate about it, could you ever imagining stopping? Well, many people lose their passion, for many reasons.

If you are thinking, about the things that you use to feel passionate about, try taking baby steps, one step at a time. Start with the number one thing, that you used to like to do and do it for 3 minutes, next day 5 minutes, next day 7 minutes, etc. That’s a start, your brain will start a new pattern and look forward to it the next time. Here is a wonderful video from Producer Mateusz M. That may help you think, about your passions and goals.

Dusty camera, forgotten tap shoes and lost paint set

Is there something you use to like to do, but you are not doing anymore?  Maybe it’s painting, photography, sculpting, even hiking or just walking in the park.  I started losing my passion, years ago. I use to love to dance. When I  was two years old, my mother took me to ballet lessons. As I got older, my uncle who was a dance instructor, taught me the twist.

My father’s family, especially my aunt and father have always loved to dance.  When I was growing up, my grandmother lived with us. In the evening, she would pour 1/2 of a glass of red wine and 1/2 water.  Soon she would be dancing to the music, then I, my sister and brother would join in.  It was fun dancing with my grandmother.

She would put her hands up in the air and twirl around, this way and that way.  The music would be loud and we would all be clapping and dancing. As I got older into my early teens, I would go dancing with my aunt.  We would usually go to a fair,  where they would have live music. I remember one night they had a tribute band, that played the Bee Gees music.

Here I was 14 years old, dancing to disco music with my aunt. We were dancing the same dance steps, as in the “Saturday Night Fever” movie.  What a fun night we shared.  As I got a little older, I would sneak out at night to go to dance clubs.  Nothing bad happened to me, but I did learn a lot of dance moves.

I got into break dancing for a while and even was able to moonwalk like Michael Jackson.  After that, I stopped dancing for about 10 years. When I moved to Hollywood, I started to go out dancing again.  I have always wanted to be a dance choreographer. I feel so free on the dance floor, I loved it.  Sometimes, I would go dancing on Friday night and Saturday night.

One year, I went to Sarasota Florida on vacation.  I decided to go to a night club one night, to dance. I start dancing, as I turn around, there are about 5 girls dancing around “Doogie Howser!” Neil Patrick Harris is  dancing, right next to me!  That was a fun night to remember.  While living in Hollywood, I would occasionally, drive into Mexico.

The Mexico border, was about a two-hour drive. Some weekends, I would go with friends to Tijuana Mexico, so we could dance. The main strip had about 30 clubs, across from each other.  We would dance until 4 a.m., then go outside to find a street grill, that was serving bacon wrapped hotdogs. Spending weekends, in Mexico was a lot of fun.

A few years later, I moved to Northern California. As I got settled into my new place, I forgot about dancing. I have not been to a night club for a long time.  It amazes me that something we clearly love, can one day disappear, like it never happened. A wise woman once told me, “if there is something you like to do and you stop doing it, you could be depressed.”

Recently, I have found my love for dancing again. I love Zumba!   I love the dances, the music, everything.   If there is something you use to like to do and haven’t done it in a while, now is the time do it. So, go and find your dusty camera, forgotten tap shoes and lost paint set, it is waiting for you.

I got me a sticker…

I got me a sticker

I got me a sticker

Stick it on my wall, stick it on my doll

I got me a sticker

I got me a sticker

Stick it on my door, stick it on my drawer

I got me a sticker

I got me a sticker

Stick it on my book, come and take a look

I got me a sticker

I got me a sticker

Stick it on my moms car, I better run far…

I don’t care… So there…

I run out of the house, to catch a mouse.

I bring you a treat, before your feet.

I climb on your bed and sometimes your head.

I rip your papers to shred…

I scratch the furniture…

I  jump on the counter, to drink your water.

I relax on your chair, without a care.

I climb on your lap, to take a nap.

I don’t care… So there…

Writing 201: Poetry…

Well, I struggled tonight, with the one they call Limerick.  So here goes…

The mouse

A big mouse came into my room

I screamed and grabbed the broom

I swiped his head

His under the bed

Now his in the other room

Japan

There once was a lady from Japan

Who always looked so grand

She rode in a trolley

Sucking on a lolly

Now her days of grand, have turned into sand