Violet's 1st Birthday

Wednesday

Dad, Violet & Mom. The cake in the foreground was hand-made by Mom.
Violet Nichole Spotswood has been on our planet for one year and has already made quite an impact. Smart, super-focused, playful, chatty and fun-to-be-around are just a few of the qualities that she brings to our world. A 'people-person', she enjoys good food and company. 

I look forward to her future.


Across The Universe

Saturday



I have always loved the turn of a phrase. 

On the other hand, Mr. Something is musical. He can play piano, guitar and trumpet. I tried violin in high school but was soon encouraged to pursue other art forms. I think it had something to do with a rhythm deficit. 

Whatever.

Over coffee, on this cold January morning, the love of my life serenaded me with a few Beatles tunes including, "Across The Universe" ...
 
Words are flowing out like
Endless rain into a paper cup
They slither wildly as they slip away across the universe.
Pools of sorrow waves of joy
Are drifting through my opened mind
Possessing and caressing me.
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world

Images of broken light, which
Dance before me like a million eyes,
They call me on and on across the universe.
Thoughts meander like a
Restless wind inside a letter box
They tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe.

Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world

Sounds of laughter, shades of life
Are ringing through my opened ears
Inciting and inviting me.
Limitless undying love, which
Shines around me like a million suns,
It calls me on and on across the universe

Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world

 - John Lennon, 1967

The best of both our worlds.

Confessions of a Sugar Freak

Tuesday



Cookies, candy, pies, yeast rolls, pasta and bread surely have taken their toll on my bathroom scale lately - but I'm too afraid to look.

Feeling certain that my coronary arteries have also taken a hit - secondary to the wild abandon that I have exercised towards butter, cheese and cream - clearly indicate my sweet addiction has trumped good sense once again and it's time to come down from the starch and sugar high that has snagged my every waking moment since Thanksgiving.

Here's my situation... Sugar =  Crack Cocaine.

I am a Sugar Addict.

One doughnut doesn't do it for me. Should I succumb to the lure of the distinctive aroma that is a sugar-coated-anything, you can be sure one will never be enough and the rest of my day is shot.

When sugar, cleverly disguised as bread, potatoes and pasta sneak past my lips, the effect remains the same and I am a goner.

My every waking move is controlled until finally my sugar laden narcotic bliss ends my day in sleep.

So I'm back on the wagon (again) and resolve to avoid straight-up sugar.

For those of you out there who also have a problem with sugar (and you know who you are). Will you join me?

Paranoid in South America

Anticipating travel to South America was both exciting and scary. Admittedly, reports of muggings, kidnappings and police corruption go...