Love is in the air...and in my circle of friends, three of us are marrying off children in the next 10 days. Actually, there's a fourth and fifth marriage in the mix - one took place two weeks ago; in the great state of California, a girlfriend's son vowed to love a beautiful young lady forever. Additionally, my friend Peter who is in his 50's will marry for the very first time to Lisa the end of the month.
If you read the newspapers - there are stories and pictures of unbelievable horror and despair coming at you from all over the planet. If you take these headlines to heart; it will break in pieces.
Despite those wars in the Middle East, sick global economies, droughts, earthquakes, famines and more - hope for the future is clear in the eyes of people amongst us.
That, my friends, is putting one big smile across my face.
Having worked for a free publication, I believed paid newspapers had somehow gotten it all wrong...they made people pay for wedding announcements, anniversaries and engagements - yet placed all the scandalous, brutal, horrendous, gut-wrenching-heinous-crime-gory-detailed AP copy on those same pages - FOR FREE.
A friend of my mom's once told me that television and newspapers were the "news of the DEVIL". I thought Mrs. M was nuts...well actually, Mrs. M was nuts - but I agree with her.
In the world today, happiness doesn't sell newspapers. At least a major Internet homepage gives you the occasional dancing puppy to take your mind off the stuff that is important to be aware of - yet, for the most part, is out of your control.
In my world, I try to surround myself with positive things and people. I know the negativity and darkness is out there. I don't need a paper to remind me of what I knew before I started Kindergarten.
I don't want to sound like a Pollyanna but with the barrage of information being thrown at me from every direction, on countless technical devices I've allowed into my life - it's healthy to draw the line on bad news. If you can take it, fine; but I can't - and I won't allow things I can't change to ruin my day. Life throws enough swords at me; and I'm going to stop, drop and roll to avoid as many as I can.
I am presently surrounded by happiness; oh yes, there's the stress of the dress, blues over shoes, flair over hair and all the girly part of the happy couple's big day. Marrying off a son is no less grand of a place to be than the Mother of the Bride. I want the best for our sons and daughters who now stand at the threshold of the rest of their lives. It's exciting, wonderful and just plain fun.
None of this will make the front page of a newspaper - yet all of it will be front and center in our hearts. That's the good news!!!
Congratulations Travis, Kenny, Carrie, Evan and Lisa...God Bless You All.
And to my fellow Mother of the Bride/Groom friends...11 days from now we will be talking about our own hopes, fears, aches, pains, shrinking 401k's and go back to our lives as being 'just us'...
...which is pretty wonderful, when you think about it.
Let's here it for love and weddings - as well as all of the things that make you feel good inside and just happy to be.
Yes, just happy to be.
Love,
Mzz Patsy
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
TOO GOOD NOT TO PASS ALONG...
Today has been just BEEutiful. Thank you for coming back to the PINK BEEHIVE!!!
Still a little hot here in the South but I make sure my outfit doesn't show sweat, I mean perspiration, stains.
Going to the mailbox is enough to make me want to chop off all of my hair - which you all know I won't do for reasons stated in chapter 1.
I am still quite pissy about the two young lads who spent an extended stay in Iran because they are too stupid to read a map. Really, do I have to look at you two skinny, sorry asses complain because you didn't like how they treated you. HELLOOOO, even I know you were in a country that hates all Americans!!! This is the second time I have vented on this today (first on Facebook) now here; I'm am just so aggravated by these 2 morons.
It leaves me to think: Just who EXACTLY is the anonymous genius who posted their bail. These two numb nuts are lucky they got out alive...I hate morning TV...it's gets me off on the wrong foot to an otherwise lovely day...
I recently received an email which has some fine and dandy 'female' words used to, well, used to speak to the significant other in their lives. Actually, I've been on the receiving end of these little ditties so I am twice as clear on their meaning after reading the 9 words listed. Frankly, Mzz. BEE does not assign gender to words. And I absolutely love ELLEN!!!
But that's another blog....
In case you are not on my email list, I'm going to post these on the PINK BEEHIVE just to make sure you are in the loop...I wish I could take credit for these but enjoy and feel free to use these on the ones you love the most...
.....remember the word (some say pen but who writes longhand anymore?) is mightier than the sword - and it will save you from 10 - 20 years in the big house...and trust the hive to let you know you do NOT want to go there.
Here is the list of BUZZWORDS...(A heeeuge thank you to KT of Vermont :)
ENJOY!!!
(1) Fine: This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right
and you need to shut up.
(2) Five Minutes: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five
minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes
to watch the game before helping around the house.
(3) Nothing: This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and
you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in
fine.
(4) Go Ahead: This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!
(5) Loud Sigh: This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often
misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and
wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about
nothing. (Refer back to # 3 for the meaning of nothing.)
(6) That's Okay: This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can
make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before
deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.
(7) Thanks: A woman is thanking you, do not question, or faint. Just say
you're welcome. (I want to add in a clause here - This is true, unless she
says 'Thanks a lot' - that is PURE sarcasm and she is not thanking you at
all. DO NOT say 'you're welcome'.. That will bring on a 'whatever').
(8) Whatever: Is a woman's way of saying...Go to Hell...
(9) Don't worry about it, I got it : Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is
now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking 'What's wrong?'
For the woman's response refer to # 3.
Okay, so that is Mzz Patsy Bee's random thoughts today.
Of course there were a lot more but I can't spend too much time on this stuff or when Mzzter Bee comes home he's a real BUZZKILLER!
Peace and love one another.
Still a little hot here in the South but I make sure my outfit doesn't show sweat, I mean perspiration, stains.
Going to the mailbox is enough to make me want to chop off all of my hair - which you all know I won't do for reasons stated in chapter 1.
I am still quite pissy about the two young lads who spent an extended stay in Iran because they are too stupid to read a map. Really, do I have to look at you two skinny, sorry asses complain because you didn't like how they treated you. HELLOOOO, even I know you were in a country that hates all Americans!!! This is the second time I have vented on this today (first on Facebook) now here; I'm am just so aggravated by these 2 morons.
It leaves me to think: Just who EXACTLY is the anonymous genius who posted their bail. These two numb nuts are lucky they got out alive...I hate morning TV...it's gets me off on the wrong foot to an otherwise lovely day...
I recently received an email which has some fine and dandy 'female' words used to, well, used to speak to the significant other in their lives. Actually, I've been on the receiving end of these little ditties so I am twice as clear on their meaning after reading the 9 words listed. Frankly, Mzz. BEE does not assign gender to words. And I absolutely love ELLEN!!!
But that's another blog....
In case you are not on my email list, I'm going to post these on the PINK BEEHIVE just to make sure you are in the loop...I wish I could take credit for these but enjoy and feel free to use these on the ones you love the most...
.....remember the word (some say pen but who writes longhand anymore?) is mightier than the sword - and it will save you from 10 - 20 years in the big house...and trust the hive to let you know you do NOT want to go there.
Here is the list of BUZZWORDS...(A heeeuge thank you to KT of Vermont :)
ENJOY!!!
(1) Fine: This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right
and you need to shut up.
(2) Five Minutes: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five
minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes
to watch the game before helping around the house.
(3) Nothing: This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and
you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in
fine.
(4) Go Ahead: This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!
(5) Loud Sigh: This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often
misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and
wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about
nothing. (Refer back to # 3 for the meaning of nothing.)
(6) That's Okay: This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can
make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before
deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.
(7) Thanks: A woman is thanking you, do not question, or faint. Just say
you're welcome. (I want to add in a clause here - This is true, unless she
says 'Thanks a lot' - that is PURE sarcasm and she is not thanking you at
all. DO NOT say 'you're welcome'.. That will bring on a 'whatever').
(8) Whatever: Is a woman's way of saying...Go to Hell...
(9) Don't worry about it, I got it : Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is
now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking 'What's wrong?'
For the woman's response refer to # 3.
Okay, so that is Mzz Patsy Bee's random thoughts today.
Of course there were a lot more but I can't spend too much time on this stuff or when Mzzter Bee comes home he's a real BUZZKILLER!
Peace and love one another.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
THERE AIN'T NO HONEY IN THIS BEEHIVE!
A group of local women I know, many for some time now, get together on a regular basis. I like to think of us as a unique and beautiful collection of the female persuasion. Intelligent and passionate; our backgrounds are as varied as our number which over the years has hovered close to 30. Yes, that's right - 30.
That's a lot of beauty, intelligence and passion.
If there is a poster child of groups of women who gather together - it is this collection of personalities who call themselves CLUB MEETING.
Eleven letters, which when appear in the subject line of our unread email lists, thankfully, continues to bring this eclectic assembly together.
I do not profess to be any sort of queen, a leader or spokeswomen for these women. But my life would be totally different, perhaps non-existent, if not for this group of friends. That's a pretty powerful statement to make; even more so to commit to the written word. But I mean that from the bottom of the beehive that I am planning to have atop my head on the evening of my 60th birthday which is rapidly approaching. Consider yourself warned. I am going to finally have the hairdo to go along with the frosted lipstick I have never seemed to stray from. Talk about stuck in the 60's....
Those who know me have tolerated my affection and amusement for hair as well as a scary willingness to change it by way of curling, dyeing, bleaching, frosting, cutting off and growing out what God has blessed me with.
Having said all this, I attribute this particular call to the keyboard to the lovely person who came up to me today and asked if I was blogging; well you did get me to thinking....you know who you are and I am dedicating this blog to you!
Another blog, another window into my personality(ies!) disorder. Some fodder to help take your minds off of your tanking 401k's if you are fortunate to have one left.
I like to tell stories; but not really. It's another excuse to write. Occasionally, one of the many folks I know around this tiny but buzzing town by the sea, may see something of themselves in what I choose to write. I stand behind every buzz I write about, just so you know.
Here's to my friends, old and new, welcome to the hive...
So long till next time - peace and love.
That's a lot of beauty, intelligence and passion.
If there is a poster child of groups of women who gather together - it is this collection of personalities who call themselves CLUB MEETING.
Eleven letters, which when appear in the subject line of our unread email lists, thankfully, continues to bring this eclectic assembly together.
I do not profess to be any sort of queen, a leader or spokeswomen for these women. But my life would be totally different, perhaps non-existent, if not for this group of friends. That's a pretty powerful statement to make; even more so to commit to the written word. But I mean that from the bottom of the beehive that I am planning to have atop my head on the evening of my 60th birthday which is rapidly approaching. Consider yourself warned. I am going to finally have the hairdo to go along with the frosted lipstick I have never seemed to stray from. Talk about stuck in the 60's....
Those who know me have tolerated my affection and amusement for hair as well as a scary willingness to change it by way of curling, dyeing, bleaching, frosting, cutting off and growing out what God has blessed me with.
Having said all this, I attribute this particular call to the keyboard to the lovely person who came up to me today and asked if I was blogging; well you did get me to thinking....you know who you are and I am dedicating this blog to you!
Another blog, another window into my personality(ies!) disorder. Some fodder to help take your minds off of your tanking 401k's if you are fortunate to have one left.
I like to tell stories; but not really. It's another excuse to write. Occasionally, one of the many folks I know around this tiny but buzzing town by the sea, may see something of themselves in what I choose to write. I stand behind every buzz I write about, just so you know.
Here's to my friends, old and new, welcome to the hive...
So long till next time - peace and love.
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