Thursday, July 24, 2014

I have been playing on my computer since about 6:30 AM. I don't consider it time wasted. I have visited my Facebook family (and liked them),  made a schedule for fall Poetry classes at our Poetry Center, checked my emails and  forwarded a few. My playtime is coming to an end. I have just enough time to get on my Nike shoes and run around the block, then put on my work clothes and my face and head to work, which will absorb me for the eight hour following. Hey, come to think of it being absorbed is really what play is ......
My little sister Neci  finding something good!

Look at my sister Neci's find. She provided me with several of Nana's Rockin Links.
She rocks at sharing good things!
30 Magical Photos Of Children Playing Around The World

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Nana's Rockin LInks

Have you checked out my new links?  I could spend a whole day traveling down these different roads.  Today I am linking to Susan Campbell's site which I have had on my desktop for ages. I am synthesizing. I am synthesizing. I feel like a device.  Enjoy the Quotes! Enjoy your Wednesday!

                                 Hip Hip Hurray! Of course, I will stick a pic in here!

My husband Lou's Grandma and his aunt's husband. Lou is not sure who the baby in the buggy is. What a buggy! What else did we call those things? Hmmm.....

Quotes from Susan Campbell's book, Getting Real
To really meet another person, to experience true intimacy, you must enter a realm of uncertainty together .
You are most loveable when you are most transparent.
You can only be honest about yourself.
A complaint is a want in disguise.
You can only be as honest as you are self-aware.
Freedom's just another word for nothing left to hide.
Basing our self-esteem on the ability to control people and events actually keeps us feeling out of control.
Withholding feelings is a way of giving them more significance than they actually deserve.
By placing more value on staying out of trouble than on speaking your mind, you keep yourself at the mercy of your environment.
When you identify yourself as the noticer, you do not identify the ego's pain as your pain. It's simply a pain in the ego.
A button is a “belief gone mad.”
We often need to get our buttons pushed so we can notice what they are.
“Shoulds” prevent us from seeing how our life really is--and from taking appropriate action. Shoulds are pretenses.
We're big now.
When you act like you can't handle the unexpected, your ability to do so dwindles.
All news is good news.
Get comfortable with discomfort.
Fear is simply a sign that you're moving into unknown territory, not a signal to turn back.
The outer struggle mirrors the inner.
It takes more than one blind man to “see” the whole elephant.
All attempts at controlling others eventually backfire.
Nobody can take it away from you if it really belongs to you.
Anything you have today could be gone tomorrow. Anything you don't have could appear at any time.
Through learning to notice your mind chatter or self-talk, you always have a way of getting back into present time.
Being honest is the best way to stay connected to others, to your own flow, and ultimately to that greater energy source from which you both partake.
When you are open to experiencing and learning from everything--every disappointment, every surprise, every piece of feedback, whether laudatory or critical--then you cannot be threatened.
When you blame another person for your pain, it clouds the truth and makes corrective action less likely.
Life becomes a painful battle when you struggle against what is.
The belief that knowing is better than not knowing is one of the fundamental dysfunctional beliefs of our culture.
Every human interaction entails a large measure of uncertainty. Each time you express yourself, you take a step into the unknown, into “empty space.”
Leap joyfully into the unknown.
There may be times when honest self-expression would be truly dangerous to your well-being, but more often than not, most people assume danger where none exists.
Spiritual freedom comes from participating in the moment-by-moment flow of life, not by getting things to be just right once and for all.
Telling the truth speeds up evolution.

Sunday, July 20, 2014



                                                                  Paperback at



These short poems written from May to October bring the reader to the desert of the Southwest in the heat of summer. The writer is balancing a full-time job, time with grandchildren, and time to just BE. Sitting in her backyard during the early mornings, she writes down her thoughts and soon notices that her moments of inspiration are accompanied by a breeze. She grows fond of a large lizard that comes to stay, and feels refreshed by lessons from the birds, the trees, the sky and the sun. These are personal poems that Connie chose not to 'be critiqued' before being published. They were written for fun and relaxation. But for some reason she could not let them stay in her notebook, to which she might say, "Was That A Breeze?" The book includes photos.

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Good Webs

Kenzie in make-up holding a pink rose from her Dad after the first performance. Brody enthralled by the star.

The spectacular performances of Charlotte's Web were last weekend, the culmination of the first ever summer session for children at the Great American Playhouse. I'm so happy Kenzie had the opportunity to be involved. She played a bat, judge, fairgoer, townsperson, and mother. Because there were so many theater camp attendees the director wrote some parts into the script. I don't remember if there was an original bat in E. B. White's novel.  Kenz would know, but I can't ask her because she's still asleep. We were up late. I was reading  a Kindle book, A Study of Poetry, by Bliss Perry. Kenz was next to me reading a novel called A Whole Lot of Lucky. All of a sudden, I could no longer function..  It must have been around 11 PM. I remember hearing the click of the lamp on the bed side table. I wonder if she finished her book.

Earlier in the evening, while I was unwinding from work, putzing around, Kenz was watching a TV show. I think it was called Criminal Minds. Something to that effect. I could hear the eerie, scary music which I know was background to something terrible or horrible. I was kind of surprised that Kenz was choosing to be scared. Nana, I watch this all the time, she told me. I watch it with my mom and my dad. I get to see into the mind of a criminal. I told her I would rather not. But, I do know there have been times I would stumble on a program, that would make my heart beat, my adrenaline pump.  Hmm! Nowadays, I  would choose not to go there. I know that sort of thing can draw you in, mystery, killing, all that fear, having to find out who dun it and why.

It must seem really strange, but I prefer stories like Charlotte's Web. Nice stories, where there is redemption, friendship, community, and a little sarcasm from a character who is basically selfish (Templeton, the rat). It's been many decades ago since I've read the novel, but I plan to buzz through it again. 

I was glad when Kenz agreed to opt out of the creepy program's marathon and go try a new (to us) yogurt place, Sweet Lizard. We had a bunch of self serve free samples till she settled on vanilla, cake batter, and cookies and cream. I got the tart vanilla and a dab of regular vanilla with a scoop of almonds. We sat outside the shop on a nice patio on soft cushions devouring and discussing the blended flavors. We watched customers come and go. A fan spun overhead. We weren't hot at all. Next door at a bar and grill type of place the sounds of a Friday night young crowd carried into our space. When we got down to our last bites Kenz pulled out a small chocolate parallel candy. These are my most favorite candies ever, she said. She gave it to me and it sparked a memory, at one time, they were my all time favorites, too!

I affirm it again....
All things are working for your good my wonderful grand  girl.

Hurry up and wake up we have good things to do today!

Read about E.B White at the link below.

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Video Selfie and other things Elfie

BOB books best ever to learn to read. Elves on the rug best listeners.


Brody is still crazy about the Elves. He brought over three of  them last night, Buddy, Lizzie and the latest addition to the family, Krispy.
He plays with them like friends. I'm not sure how all this got started, but I know for sure it won't last forever. The way he interacts with these popular holiday Hallmark toys is highly imaginative. Did you have an invisible friend?  My son, Brody's dad did. If I remember correctly, his name was Rubba Dubba.  (I'll have to ask him about that.)

Brody tells me the elves have magic powers and they fly  up to the North Pole to talk with Santa.  I'm just glad he doesn't buy into the whole thing about them losing the special powers if you touch them.

The red felt fellows and the girl elf Lizzie were named by Brody.  Lizzie has earrings and red lips. All Brody's elves have blue eyes. He's been trying to con me into getting him one with brown eyes, "like my eyes, Nana." 

 I do not go along with the intention of the creators; the elf flies to Santa and reports if you've been naughty or nice. I think Brody half believes it so last night I explained to him that Santa understands perfectly that kids sometimes mess up and aren't perfect all the time. Brody agreed with me. Kids should know this. They should not feel like they are being watched or that someone is waiting to catch them doing something wrong. I think that stinks.

 I am glad  Brody plays with them, rather than just looks at them. Which, I kid you not, was what the Elf on The Shelf  inventor intended.  Supposedly once touched they lose their magic powers.

They really are cute and seem to be able to chill anywhere!


Hurray for my magical grandson!

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