Tales of the Ordinary Days

Serenity on Inspirational Point hike Honeymoons are fun. No matter how many times you go on them. I have been questioned, rightfully so, on whether this was really our first honeymoon. Technically it is the first honeymoon, but for the second marriage. Do note that I understand the confusion on multiple fronts. Referring back to a prior blog on how we planned a wedding in fifteen days, the honeymoon planning didn't get any more attention. We got married in January. And then Garrett went on a guys ski trip to Telluride in February. True to my nature, I haven't let this one pass without spousal scrutiny. I deemed the trip, Garrett's honeymoon with Mike (ski friend). Since I have not let opportune moments pass without reminding him (continuously) that he took our honeymoon without me. Noteworthy was that I had my own trip to Mexico planned with my adult children (no Garrett) at the time of the Telluride trip (did I mention that I wasn't invited to Telluride?...

Gram with her dog, Max This blog on Gramma Lou has sat in my "draft" folder for close to a year. My delay in posting had no ulterior motive other than my fear of not doing it justice. My apparent passive aggressiveness stemmed from 1) not wanting to project having a superior relationship simply by being the one to pen the story and 2) making sure this little story adequately reflected the spirit of woman who lived life large and with meaning. Today my heart told me it was time to pull out this draft. Messages come in various forms. For me, it was through a brewery tour. I thought about Gramma Lou as I listened to a cute young beer guide talk about prohibition. I couldn't stop from smiling. One of my favorite stories to tell relates to my former grandma-by-marriage. Although she has since passed away, I was still married at the time of her death. I guess I can technically still refer to her as Grandma. Thank goodness. Because any other reference would just make...

Sunrise picture I took on my way to Skutt with Grant this morning I toyed around with calling this blog Positivity and then went with my gut and called it Happiness. No one can take that away from me. I own that feeling. Today I read a post from a perceptive young man on FaceBook. He asked the question "What does it take for someone to be happy?" I loved it. Perfect timing. I spent the day battling the devil. In small ways and in big ways. The deadly sins of greed, envy, pride, and manipulation with selfish motive (my self-proclaimed 8th) are abound. Such is life. I have choices to make. Dance with the devil and get pulled into the crap. Or rise above it? I chose #2. On the drive to drop Grant off at school this morning, I was enthralled with God's beauty in the rising sun. Grant rolled his eyes as I snapped pictures at the stoplight next to school. "Mom!! Stop" was his pleading. But then he smiled. Just two nights prior, he pointed out the ...