Looking Glass

  Sitting here in my room at my computer leaves my mind haggard with ideas and thoughts on how to write at this time. Nothing earthshaking or enlightening is abound in my brain, just ideas that are not in order... ponderings...ponderings of such a broad sort, that even a sieve won't filter through them. I am left to sort them, and this blog is one way to do so, and ye (readers) are the victims of this circumstance. (smile here).  Retrospect can be a powerful thing. That is a thought process in which we look back and review past choices or circumstances. It allows us to determine what went right or wrong, through the course of our lives. It could also help us self evaluate and improve future outcomes, IE;not make the same mistakes twice. That is a hope, anyway.  Have you ever thought about yourself in comparison to how others see you? Maybe others view some of our characteristics as flaws, but your reasoning doesn't see them as such. The opposite may be occurring, t...

 I decided to do something a bit different today along with my job searches on line. It was not a new found experiment, rather a deeper search. It was a task to see what chances I have of being recognized...you know, are my Search Engines Optimized? (SEO). (laugh here.)  I accomplished this simply by "googling" myself, through my real name and my blogger name. When using search engines with my real name, Margi Kenny, many links pop up spanning several years, from when I held a seat as Secretary on the Theler Center board of directors, to linking to my face book page, Linked In, Twitter,  my Toastmaster Club face book page and endorsements on Amazon and the like. Basically, anything I've been noted for publicly. I am OK with that as I am not ashamed of my past, nor have I ever been in any trouble that would be detrimental to my reputation. It all borderlines on the side of boring, actually, and the fact that my name isn't very common.  When I Google Claire King, I d...

 I could feel myself getting more tired as time passed at this party at the Heights. My feet were quite sore as my heeled boots had been on me for at least 18 hours, since before dawn, when I journeyed to the airport to catch my flight, in ample time. Some of Shauna's new family members. Goofing around with the kids; Lights in the Heights. Mom and Daughter   Before we actually left the party, myself, my daughter, her fiance' and a few friends trekked through the Heights to admire the lighting displays on the houses. By this time, we all were a bit tipsy and Shauna & Eric were on a natural high to boot. We had a lot of fun walking through the neighborhood and sharing the excitement with each other. Not only were they getting hugs and congratulations from all present, they were getting text messages and phone calls, as the word was spreading. We eventually hailed a cab for the transport to Shauna and Eric's home.  The next am, Sunday was relaxing for me, ...

  Eric's parents picked me up at the Houston airport. We talked almost non stop of the night's pending event. We reassured each other of our pride for the others child and the magical match this couple made. After a light meal at a local cafe, we retreated to their home for a bit of relaxation and for them to ready themselves for the big event. Hustling onto the bus.  The plan per Eric's instruction, was to have as many as 50 people meet at their joint friends' house, and at 8:00pm, a bus that he had chartered would take the large group to the "party house." In meeting so many of their friends and family, I was often enlightened with the respect this couple earned from so many people. Every soul present was as excited to see this occurrence as myself and Eric's parents. Everyone was so respectful of the fact that I was Shauna's mother, and Eric's to be, mother-in-law.  The bus was loaded and on it's way to the destination site of their ...

 I sit here in an unusual situation. Despite the late hour and the long day spent yesterday, I am wide awake now. I type this from a computer that I am not used to, a laptop, so I feel awkward while typing. I am definitely grateful for spell check tonight.   I received an unusual phone call two Mondays ago. While sitting at my computer at home,on that late afternoon, my cell phone lit up with the name, Eric, my daughter's boyfriend. A feeling of depredation hit me as he has only called me one time. That was in October to wish me a happy birthday. I answered my cell phone and was pleasant, despite my wondering of the call. We had the usual pleasantries and he didn't sound worried, so my concern disappeared. My daughter must be OK.  He explained the call was to get my blessing to ask my daughter to marry him. He explained his crazy love and pure happiness with her. Of course, tears leaked from my eyes during his explanation of this and during the granting of my permission...

 I just checked in after a few weeks of oblivion to this site. I read a few posts and due to the lateness in hour, I won't write much now and didn't read too many historical posts, but I will, eventually. Ya'all may not care anyway. That is okay.  I did go to the Red Lion Inn a couple of weeks ago with three other gals. We had a nice 2 hour visit and I had a brief chat with short guy...oh yea, Steve. (smile here). At one point, unintentionally, but retrospect applauds the fact, I took an opportunity to lean in on him when he asked, "what song was it that you said you liked?" Leaning in on him, I whispered, "Moonshadow," by Cat Stevens. He instantly smiled and clicked his fingers in that recognizing way and chuckled. "Yea, that's right." I haven't been back since. This silly school girl hasn't had the interest to go back lately.  I have other news...not employment related or "man" related, but something I will share next ...

 So this little chicken stayed in her coop last night. I sided, in my own argument of course, not to look like a stalker or a goofball. Braving it on night #1 was one thing. I maintained true, valid reasons to be present; to enjoy the music, relax and not be cooped up. But two nights in a row? Just seemed like I would raise suspicion, and let's face facts, despite my great conversations with short guy, (Steve), I have no idea if he has a girlfriend or is spoken for. My friend told me he's not married, but that's all I know in that department. I wouldn't want to go and get bitch slapped or anything for persuing a tethered man. I also learned he's Italian, not Hawaiin as my previous assumption noted. That is why he has "golden skin". (I reread my post from a couple of weeks ago).  I will keep encouraging my friend from ole' town to come and join me. Maybe next weekend I can get her here, then, get her there.