Another funny - almost Jim pic..
A journey of grief - losing a soulmate and the path to emotional stability. This is a daily journal of thoughts, sadness, bewilderment, joy, frustration and pain as a therapeutic way to express and release. Please feel free to comment, because then I know someone is out there. And that also helps.
Another funny - almost Jim pic.
have these poor left over guys. I save them for the weekend and am not adverse to wearing mismatched socks. Not just throw them in a drawer and forgotten.I was watching the pilot episode of the American version of "Life on Mars" recently. He is a time traveler and it is set in New York City. The main character (Sam, if it matters) doesn't believe he's in 1973 until the big reveal at the end of the show where he turns around and sees the World Trade Center.
Well, that's quite a shock for him. It was for me, too. I wasn't
expecting it and it surprised me how much it hurt.
But it got me to thinking. If you were to go back in time, through some accident, whether a warp hole or you got stuck in Doc Browns Time Machine accidentally or whatever, and you arrived in early September 2001, with no documentation from the future, nothing that would not exist in that time frame, how would you convince people you were from the future and how would you stop 9/11?
The discussion went on from there amongst us friends to come up with different ways. Bomb threat? Go on the air with Howard Stern? Call the FBI and try to convince them with info you know because it was revealed afterwards?
I wondered if there was a way to stop the planes from even taking off or maybe finding a way to get on the plane and stop it there. I did like this solution, one man saidThis one is easy.....I don't have to convince anyone of who I am or what I know. All I have to do is get them to take box cutters seriously and accept the idea of a kamikaze airliner.
On September 8, I will hijack a plane using a box
cutter. I will threaten and scare a few random passengers and order the plane to "buzz" NYC below the level of higher buildings (ie, to make it clear what COULD
happen). But I will ultimately allow the plane to land safely.
The Powers That Be will now take the box/knife as a serious weapon and the idea of a kamikaze airliner will be presented in a manner that can NOT be ignored.
nd Jim moving his feet over so mine could rest on his. I peaked at the great view that he was telling me about a couple times but I was so glad to hit the ground I almost kissed it.
held the kiss shape a lot better, the candy cane became a striped circle of chocolate and candy cane flavor. Not bad, in fact kind of a neat design.And yes, that is Mercury, patiently waiting, waiting, waiting for one to drop. He was out of luck.
I then mixed some sugar cookie dough and tried the cookie press. I think the dough was a little soft. It didn't respond well to the press for the first half of the making. I ended up having to press the dough onto the rack and then with a knife carefully slice it off the press. It worked to a degree.
I also mixed some sugar cookie dough up and made two logs. One is a reddish/dark pink color and one is the plain. I am going to chill them and then roll them flat, put them on top of each other and then roll them up into a log and slice. The idea is spiral cookies. I hope it works. I can't remember the exact sequence of what to do, I am running from memory of making them with my mom.
Ah Mom. We always had logs of cookie dough in the fridge for fast slice and cooking. Thinking of this, I am realizing now, years later that she was probably doing this because the 'toll house cookie' came out in the stores. She knew she could do the same thing cheaper and figured out a way. Or, maybe even an easier explanation...that is how she learned it from her Grandmother.
All in all it was a fun morning. I am putting some laundry in and now going to sloth for an hour or two with the dogs on the couch.
I picked up some lights to decorate the front window of the house. I decided to not go the traditional lights and found instead some really nice snowflake shaped lights. They are large enough to be seen as snowflakes and there are only nine of them so they won't overwhelm the window. I am also going to cut out some snowflakes myself and put them on the glass. The lights went up with no problem but I can't figure out how to hide the tape holding them to the glass. I need to check Home Depot or such. They do look pretty.
It was a fun afternoon. Warm cookies, cold milk and cutting out snowflakes.
d it's basically a good things/bad things happens to this boy on his adventure book. It makes for a fun way to deal with the curves that life sends you. For some reason I feel like I may have posted about this book before. 

.
A quote from one of my childhood heroes - Starsky. Yep of Starsky and Hutch, 1975 a couple of cute cops and a wicked cool car. I was a fan. I owned that sweater he wore, the sneakers he had on and even painted my bike red with a white stripe. I had a book plastered with photos and articles from Teen beat and other teen magazines.
.
The love he spoke about that he and his wife Elizabeth had was something very special. You could hear it in his voice.
.
He met her while driving down Santa Monica Boulevard in Hollywood. They smiled at each other, then Paul motioned for Elizabeth to pull over, flirted with her and then invited her out for Chinese food. Well as the story goes, they both knew that there was a connection. It was love.
.
He went on to star in Starsky and Hutch and they went on to get married.
.
In 1981, Elizabeth contracted HIV through a blood transfusion while giving birth to the couple's first child, Ariel, and unkowingly passed it on to her children thru breastfeeding. They didn't find out about the virus until four years later, at which time both Ariel and son Jake (born October 1984) were also found to be HIV positive.
.
Ariel Glaser died in August 1988; Elizabeth Glaser died in 1994, after founding the Elizabeth Glaser Pediatric AIDS Foundation in 1988.
.
Paul Michael Glaser and his wife had a very special love for each other.
.
He writes about his grief. "I think it is important to acknowledge our powerlessness in our understanding of 'grieving', because while we grieve for the physical presence of those we have loved and lost, we are also grieving for our being powerless to prevent it."
.
Powerless and frustrated are two feelings that I am familiar with.
.
I read an interview the other day from Rhonda Mac, comedian Bernie Mac's wife. He died just recently and she talked about her grieving. She said one time she walked into their bedroom. "I could smell his cologne. I inhaled and I said, 'You're here'. I was turning around and saying, 'Hey Bernard'. It stayed with me for about five minutes."
.
It is something many of us grieving the loss of our loved one feels. A fleeting moment of comfort. I know I get this from Jim's flannel shirts. Close your eyes. Take a deep breath, know that though he is gone, you are not alone. That you can be strong.
.
She goes on to say she still feels the comedian's presence at home. "When I turn a corner, I'm still thinking, 'I'm going to see him. I've had moments where I've woken up and I've sworn I could feel him smacking me on the back of the leg. I'll say, 'That hurts. I told you to stop. You're still so heavy-handed, even on the other side.'" Those moments are "very comforting," she says with a smile.
Our ablity to love is our truest power. To love and be loved.