Four Eyes

You may notice some typos - my apologies but I can hardly read the screen. I am fresh back from getting my eyes checked and dilated, my first eye doctor visit in, gulp, ten plus years. I will soon be sporting a new accessory: glasses. Maybe they will make me look more intelligent? Perhaps more serious? Or maybe down right ridiculous. At least I can sport them in the office where glasses translate into sophistication and smarts, let's hope. If I look anything like I did when I wore red glasses when I was a little girl than we may have a problem...remember when I wrote about no judging store windows under construction? Here's to getting older, eyes and all.

Personal Shopper

A wise woman once told me to mind the window dressing of a store when the windows are under construction. The dresses and shoes inside could still be just what you are looking for. At the very least, browsing will allow you to know what is out there. Just remember to have fun. Who knows, maybe you will be surprised.

Snow Mass

The snow is falling outside my window and I am longing for the mountains of Colorado. When school vacations were still relevant, goggles, turtlenecks, neck warmers and snow pants were filled into duffle bags and my family would head out west for two weeks on the slopes. Chairlift rides were filled with singing and giggling, competing with cousins on who had the best voice. Eyes would twinkle and cheeks rosy at the end of the day from the exhaustion of conquering the days moguls while the plethera of colorful parkas wooped with delight below. Those were the days before cell phones and blackberries, when we were totally immersed in the adventures of the days surrounded by the people who matter most. I promise to return soon.

King of Hearts

This Valentine's weekend may you shower yourself with cheery splashes of pinks and reds, surrounded by love of all kinds.

Hugs and love to you from this bear.

Brother bear

I remember having him yell my name from the sidelines and then quickly lose interest to play with his Tonka truck. I could easily pick him up then and perch him on my hip. He would come out on the field after the game and I would play catch with him only 3 feet away. Then, his hand nestled in mine as a crowd of my friends approached to say how adorable he was with his bowl haircut. Now, I am the one on the sideline, relishing in the excitement of high school competition. I yell "Go Gator!" as he runs around the court. I am amazed by his athletic ability and team member status of Captain. I am no longer just his big sister who used to cut his steak into bite sized pieces and read him "Good Night Moon" before bed. Now I cheer him on as an equal. He is my little brother and my big brother and my friend. I couldn't be prouder.

How fun would this be?

Happy Birthday Norman Rockwell! Your legacy of moments captures a timeless reminder of the good things in life...

February fun

Oh the start of a new month, one that is only 28 days long. I am beginning this month with a new book. In honor of the late J.D. Salinger's passing last week, I am drawn to his legendary Catcher in the Rye. Having not read the novel since 9th grade, I am looking forward to a new read of an old classic. I also want to go ice skating before the spring arrives...any takers? Requirement - they must be able to laugh while skating backwards holding my hands as I have not skated since the Skating Club, circa 1998. Finally, Jack Bauer is back tonight. Tick - tick - tick. What a great way to begin a new week and a new month. This bear reminds you to have a little fun this February!