Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Great Songs For Valentine's Day: "Be Careful, It's My Heart"

Once again, I'm subjecting you to my love for the movie "Holiday Inn", starring Bing Crosby and Fred Astaire and featuring the wonderful music and lyrics of the great Irving Berlin.

There are many songs that are way too catchy and fun to sing along with in this movie.  "Be Careful, It's My Heart" is one of them.  As you can see in the photo above, Twinkletoes succeeds in swiping Bing's gal from him on Valentine's Day.  But don't fear; it doesn't end that way.

I hope you enjoy this song as much as I like it.

Sweetheart of mine, I've sent you a Valentine
Sweetheart of mine, it's more than a Valentine

Be careful, it's my heart
It's not my watch you're holding, it's my heart

It's not the note I sent you
That you quickly burned
It's not the book I lent you
That you never returned

Remember, it's my heart
The heart with which so willingly I part

It's yours to take, to keep or break
But please, before you start
Be careful, it's my heart

Patience Is A Virtue, Right?

As long as I can remember, I have always known being reminded of the old adage, "patience is a virtue".

I AM a very impatient person, although I am much better at it than I used to be.  When I was younger, I wanted everything yesterday.  As I grew older and experienced the ups and downs and backs and forths that have shaped my life to this point, I realized that yesterday isn't always going to happen.  And you know what, most of the time that's a GOOD thing.  Sometimes, those good things DO come to one who waits.

This past year was very, very good to me (for the most part). I am happier, calmer and more content than I remember ever being in a very, very long time.  Yet, I find myself growing strangely impatient again.  Is it the rapid approach of 50 years old that stokes this fire?  It's hard to get used to this uncertain feeling again; I do have to say I don't like it very much.  Believe you me, I am trying with all I have to rein it in and get back on the course that has served me well over my years. 

There are things that I am dreaming of, counting on, believing in, wanting, waiting for, wishing for, knowing.  And I'm a little unsettled--yes, even a little anxious--that they are not coming in what I think is due time.  My middle name has always been Anne, however, NOT patience.  Calm down, Lolo; take a deep breath or fifteen and realize you are on the right path.  Good things will come to you that waits--patiently, of course :-)

Monday, January 30, 2012

A Touch of the Past, Alive and Well in 2012

This past Saturday dawned as a sunny, beautiful day despite the winds and colder temperatures.  So I decided to do something I hadn't done for awhile; I hit the road and visited the little town/Indianapolis suburb of Zionsville, Indiana.  It's about a 45-minute trip from my house and partially on I-65, so it is a very easy trip for me to make. When we get a break in the Indiana winter weather like we had Saturday, it's almost a bonus to get to make the trip!

Zionsville is a town that has embraced the charm of older homes and brick streets and local businesses and made itself a true destination.  It's also a zip to the northwest side of Indy from Michigan Road.  It's a moneyed town; very obvious in the level of care of the buildings and public places and by observing the locals (dress, cars, etc.).

The brick main street is just as charming as can be and is flanked on both sides by unique, locally-owned shops and restaurants.  Tucked in between here and there are gorgeous alleys and courtyards, like the one in the photo above.  This place just oozes charm!

Eagle Creek Coffee Company
at 10 S Main, Zionsville
Although there IS a counted cross stitch shop in Zionsville (yes, I successfully wore my blinders!), my primary destination was a place called Eagle Creek Coffee Company.  This quaint, cozy little restaurant is on a corner along the main street and offers excellent food and drink and a quiet atmosphere for reading, thinking or enjoying the company of others.  I highly recommend it for those that want just a place to rest their feet and enjoy a good coffee drink or maybe a cup of soup and half a sandwich (my choice on that day).  I promise it will recharge your batteries.

Visiting small towns that have realized the value of their past is one of my favorite things to do.  I'm fortunate Zionsville is so close; I can visit and enjoy and recharge often.

Eagle Creek Coffee Company Website

Friday, January 27, 2012

More Thoughts On "I Remember Her"

I think that I have to have gotten over 100 comments now on my repin of the blog post "I Remember Her" (should be in the post directly below this post, if you would like to read it).  I'm sure that's no Pinterest record, but it certainly is a personal record for something I have posted anywhere.

Took a moment after filing all of today's comments in my Pinterest folder on Hotmail (yes, I keep everything I get from people on Pinterest!) and thought about the general gist of the comments I have received to this point about the post:
  • crying and/or in tears (I get this a lot)
  • this is true love
  • this is the love I want someday
  • that man is my hero
  • what a wonderful man
  • my husband is just like this
  • if we could all be so lucky
  • this sounds like my grandpa (grandma, dad, mom...)
It occurred to me that so many of us are searching for the same thing; someone to be there to lean on, to depend on, to love.  To adore.  To know.  I hope that, someday, we all will get to that place and realize these wonderful things in our lives.  That our dreams really will come true.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

I Remember Her

If you have been reading this blog for the past month or so, you have learned about my new online obsession--Pinterest.  I find Pinterest to be one of the best uses of my time in a lonnnnnnnnng time.  I get such inspiration from the pins and it fires my creativity in many ways and for many purposes, both work and play.

Not long ago, I happened upon this pin, titled "I Remember Her", and it touched me so very deeply.  I repinned it to one of my pinboards, and I have gotten too many comments on my pin to count; I have lost count as a matter of fact.  So, given that response, I decided to post it here for you to read.

It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80′s arrived at the hospital to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am. The nurse took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would be able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound. While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor’s appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. I inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer’s Disease. As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now. I was surprised, and asked him, ‘And you still go every morning, even though she doesn’t know who you are?’ He smiled as he patted my hand and said, ‘She doesn’t know me, but I still know who she is.’

Monday, January 23, 2012

Recycling Cards, Hopes, and Dreams

Looking for a way to recycle old greeting cards?  Or had you heard of places that you could send your old cards, but didn't know exactly where?  Well, I found one for you (see link above).

If you're like me, you are an old sentimental softie who borders on hoarder when it comes to any kind of card--holiday, birthday, thank you, you name it.  I even saved the cards my students made for me when I was a substitute teacher in one of our local school corporations.

According to the website for St. Jude's Ranch for Children (see link above), the organization was founded in 1967 by a priest for the purpose of healing and caring for abused, abandoned and neglected children.  So sad to think that there is a need for such a place, but thank goodness for these people who nurture these children and give them hope.

The Recycled Card Program accepts used all-occasion cards year round, and the children at St. Jude's Ranch turn the fronts of the cards into "new" cards and sell them as part of a program teaching them entrepreneurial skills.  What a great thing for these children to experience, and I'm going to do my small part to help.  Cards going out as soon as I secure an envelope big enough.  Hope you do it, too.

The Wonders of the Hardware Store

Here's my current hardware store shopping list:  Root Gone (it kills roots of trees that get into your septic lines); a small plastic bucket (for holding broken dishes, teacups, etc. that will become recycled drainage material for the bottoms of flower pots) and salt for the snowy sidewalks for the next few months.  Note; I got the salt yesterday when I was out and about, so I can cross that off the list.

Washer Necklaces
But the minute I walk into a hardware store, forget about it.  My mind goes blank and becomes overrun with all the possibilities for the things I see.  I know that hardware stores are for the things you need to buy to keep your home in operating order, but I just see one gigantic craft store when I browse the aisles.

The aisle with the little things like nuts and bolts--I see washer necklaces like the one for which I pinned a how-to tutorial on Pinterest.  Some of the bigger implement-type things--I remember a boy in my ex-husband's 4-H club who used to scour junkyards, secondhand places, and farm auctions with his uncle for rusted, not needed farm machinery parts, and they created welded pieces of art from them.  Good Lord, I can imagine all kinds of things when I look at rolls of chicken wire.

And mason jars--the duct tape of the 21st Century.  SO MANY THINGS you can create from mason jars and use mason jars for, and not just canning.

Some gals like to shop for clothes and girly stuff, and I admit that I like a good shopping trip as much as anyone, especially when there are great bargains to be had.  But shopping in a hardware store is like being a child at the candy counter again.  Oh, the possibilities...

Monday, January 16, 2012

I Have A Dream...

"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character."--Part of the "I Have A Dream" speech delivered by Martin Luther King Jr. on August 28, 1963 at the Lincoln Memorial, Washington, D.C.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Winter (finally)

The view from my office window in Lafayette, Indiana this afternoon at about 2:00 PM Eastern time.

The Folklore of Bottle Trees

Every year about this time, when the snow is falling and the cold has descended upon us like a thick blanket, I start to daydream about my garden for the coming summer.  Things I can add, things I tried that didn't go so well, things that will save my back--well, you get the picture.

One thing I definitely want to incorporate somewhere in my yard is a bottle tree.  According to the website for Bottle Tree, a shop in Sunflower, Mississippi, the origins of bottle trees can be traced back to Africa:

"Evidently, it was believed that shiny objects placed around the home would attract evil spirits away from the family. With the tragedy of the slave trade, the tradition found its way to North America and continued to evolve into the hanging of bottles in trees to "trap" the evil spirits."

Bottle tree with sunflower vine
I know that bottle trees are a gardening tradition that is very unique to the South, which makes sense because of the whole slavery thing.  One of my best friends from high school and college has a very Southern mother (Port Arthur, Texas) and there is a bottle tree in the front yard of her home here in Lafayette, Indiana.

Most bottles on bottle trees are blue, according to Felder Rushing, an accomplished Southern horticulturalist, garden writer and PBS radio host, because they scare away "haints"--an early (1843 was the first recorded usage) African-American word that means "spirits that haunt places, or ghosts."  The blue bottle color is referred to as "haint blue", which is a very bright and common house trim paint color in the South and in some Caribbean countries.

Since I don't need any more evil spirits haunting me, the fact that you never need to water or fertilize it, and the fact that they are just plain funky-cute, I might have to give this bottle tree thing a try.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Songs For the New Year: "Give Me The Night"

OK, it's time to party like it's 2012.  New national champion in college football, snow maybe this weekend finally, things to do and people to see and places to shop :-)  Life is pretty good no matter how you look at it.

George Benson has always been one of my favorites.  Hope you enjoy listening to one of my favorite tunes of his.  PS) it's ok to dance like a fool to this song; I give you permission because I'm doing it, too :-)

Monday, January 9, 2012

My Mary Kay E-Party Is On Like Donkey Kong!

Yes, that's right, ladies of America--yours truly's Mary Kay e-party is ON!  My party lasts from Thursday, January 5 to Thursday, January 19.

Here is the web address for you to shop:  Laurie's Mary Kay E-Party Link

You have a couple of options to order during my party:
  • You may complete your order online with a credit card.  Indicate you are ordering for Laurie Harlow's MK e-party on the order form.
  • You may order directly from me and pay via cash, check, or credit card.  I have access to catalogs and order forms for you (copies of the catalog are at work).
  • You do not have to be a customer of Lavonna's to order from me!
Thanks for helping me out and having fun at the same time!

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Sunshine On My Shoulders

If I had a day that I could give you
I'd give to you a day just like today

Sunshine On My Shoulders lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

It's very early in the New Year of 2012 in Lafayette, Indiana as I write this post; January 3, to be exact.  The arctic, nose-hair-freezing chill of winter has finally come to visit us (although it's not staying very long according to the weatherman this morning), but sunshine is abundant today.

I am sitting at my desk with my back to my south-facing window.  I am the luckiest person in the entire building this time of year, because the sun is at such an angle that it shines through my window and warms my shoulders, arms and hands.

My houseplant in the window also is loving this bright, happy day.  As a matter of fact, he/she is not lonely because other houseplants that reside in this building find their way to the window in Room 155 so that they can soak up some winter sunshine.

What a gift in early January of any year!  The cold winds blow and the snow falls gently to earth, but days when the sun shines--and shines so brightly and warmly on my back--are a reminder that we must endure the cold, dark winter days before the bright, warm days make their way back to us in the spring and summer.

The warm rays of the sun may create glare on my computer screen and I may even go home tonight with a bit of a headache from that glare, but BIG DEAL.  I intend to fully enjoy each day of the next few months that gives me the glorious sunshine on my shoulders.