She Smiles

She Smiles

A dark room could be illuminated, when she simply smiles.

She can keep a radiating glow through all life’s tribulations and trials.

Her happiness and joy are pure and genuine, clearly coming from within.

There is seldom a moment in time when her face is not adorned with a grin.

Her laughter seems more contagious than a common cold.

She can captivate an audience, no matter how young or old.

Many wonder how anyone can be so happy and content.

Her delight in people and life are surely heaven sent.

Where did this energy come from? Why does she have a smile on her face?

Is she in a fairy tale world, or permanently stuck in her happy place?

What is it about her that makes her stand out in the crowd?

What has she done, what does she have, that makes her feel so proud?

One day I decided to sit back and watch her. I became a private eye.

Tears of Pain, Tears of Joy

From a child’s perspective,

Tears only fall only when things are bad.

They come from physical pain,

Or when our hearts are sad.

A young girl once learned a difference …

She was introduced to “tears of joy.”

The first time she saw them was when her mom

First held their new little boy.

“Mommy, we are happy!

Why are your eyes crying those tears?”

The mommy explained to her baby,

“My love … you will understand in a few years.”

This little girl was confused at first,

But only for a minute or two.

Her Barbie needed an outfit change

And she had pretend schoolwork to do!

She continued knowing tears only came in sadness,

And with happiness came a smile.

Then, that changed one day many years later …

Birmingham Hair Show

       A glimpse into a stylist’s 2 days at a hair show/convention:
          If a person does not have an affiliation with the industry, he/she would not be allowed through the doors of our unique world to see the sights. Therefore, I will give you a peep ...

Remembering Nanny...451

         13 years ago today my Nanny went to heaven. However, it was 13 years and 14 days when she left in the way I had always known her. (This is not a glum, dismal writing that makes climbing under a rock look fun. Promise.)
           I remember …

          I was 4 or 5 months pregnant with my 2^nd child. I spoke with Nanny about 3:30 pm and she sounded a little strange, but she assured me she was fine. We made plans to visit in the upcoming days because I had some vacation time. I went about my day ... until the phone rang that night.

Behind the Hairstyling Chair…Shallow People, BEWARE

When you come across this entry, maybe save it to read it when you have time to think. It’s pretty deep and long. Like a mini-novel blog. 
      I compare “depth to shallow” in a pool-style, body-of-water way. People are like pools.

·        Kiddie pools- great for simple, shallow wading.

·        Standard pools- the choice for casual swimming.

·        Olympic pools- for diving deep.

·        Then, there is the OCEAN- Endlessly deep and complex, with no end in sight.

It would be helpful and nice if some people wore signs, “NO DIVING ALLOWED.”

  Deep people would appreciate that warning and it would spare a lot of wasted time and energy. Diving into a kiddie pool only hurts the one trying to go deep, but doesn’t affect the shallow pool. In contrast, kiddies don’t belong in the deep end, and certainly NOT in the ocean. So, if you don't like deep. You surely will NOT enjoy ...

(On a shallow/deep note, I happen to have a favorite number. It's 11. After posting, I noticed the time posted was 11:11. J Those things feel like winks from God, kisses from angels and a smile from a face I have never seen. ^^^)

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Dancing In The Rain … The Attack of the Intestines

It’s funny how bad times bring about a sense of gratitude. I am always more thankful for the basics after enduring a darker side. {**If you cannot stomach bodily function discussions, stop reading here. Skip to the bottom for “Dancing in the Rain” poem**}

          My body woke me yesterday morning just before 4am with a feeling of sickness. For the record, I have a horrible fear of 3 things:

Take a Vacation or Not? SERIOUSLY?!

My friend who resembles Barbie says: “I’m so excited! I won a trip to go on a 3 day cruise and I can take 1 guest. I think I am going to take______.” (A man she has dated on and off; a relationship I would describe as tumultuous.)

         

Me: “Oh dear heavens! Have you lost your mind? Why would you take that chance? (Possibly, I am a bit too direct and honest at times …) A vacation is not a time to take such a risk. No one should be allowed near vacations if you KNOW they rain on parades … ESPECIALLY when your parade is FREE! My 2 cents is

Staying Pure…No Nasty Drops Allowed

Thank God I do not have hesitation discussing some of the more uncomfortable parts of life with my children, (or anyone else for that matter.) If I know it is a standard curve that life will surely throw at my girls, I bring it up no matter how much they squirm. I understand the tactic of avoiding the talks that turn cheeks red and cause perspiration, but the consequences of NOT having those talks typically end in more devastation than blushing and sweat. So, I have them in hopes to avoid the step past uncomfortable embarrassment.

My sister calls those elephants in the room topics, “Turds on the table.” Nobody wants to touch them, but there’s only ONE way to get them off when they are on the table …

This morning, I was in a discussion with a friend