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My Christmas Wish List November 29, 2018

Posted by nrhatch in Food & Drink, Humor, Joke, Magick & Mystery.
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Dear Santa:

I haven’t written to you in a number of years, but I think of you often and fondly.

I hope that you and Mrs. Claus are doing well and staying warm.  If you want a warm weather Winter Break after the 25th of December, let me know.  We have a spare bedroom and the red tide should be gone by then.

Anyway, I know you’re busy so let me get to the point of this missive.  When you make out your list (and check it twice) to find out who’s been naughty or nice, I’d be ever so appreciative if you would include the following gifts for me:

1. A bottle of magic pills that will let me sleep for 8 straight hours . . . every night . . . with no side effects (other than a perpetually cheery disposition).

2. A personal chef who has mastered the art of Gluten Free Vegetarian cuisine (including delicious GF bagels, pizza, and bread) and who eschews cooking with fungi.

3. A magical scale that will let me weigh whatever I want to weigh . . . every day.

That’s not too much to ask, is it? 😀

Ho ~ Ho ~ Ho!

Merry Christmas!

nancy

P.S. I know you can’t give me a personal chef.  But a few gift certificates to same would make great stocking stuffers!

Aah . . . that’s the ticket!

Related post: Sunday’s Question! (Nuggets of Gold)

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Ouija? Oui! Ja! October 1, 2018

Posted by nrhatch in Magick & Mystery, Spirit & Ego.
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As a kid, I loved playing with the Ouija board with the girl next door and her twin sisters.  I remember spooking ourselves on dark dreary days and during the wee small hours before dawn during weekend sleep overs.

It’s been years since I’ve seen a Ouija board . . . until I stumbled across this clip:

To read more:  What “Ouija” actually means and how the game has changed

Good luck.

Good fun.

Good bye.

Aah . . . that’s better!

Space July 19, 2018

Posted by nrhatch in Life Balance, Magick & Mystery, Mindfulness.
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As we navigate through our days, our senses focus on things and our minds on thoughts.

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But we can switch our focus from things to the space between things.

Anywhere there are two or more things, we can begin to note the space between them ~ between sights, between sounds, between clouds, and between passing thoughts.

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Once you find the space, peer into it and see what emerges.

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Aah . . . that’s better!

The Golf Genie March 10, 2018

Posted by nrhatch in Humor, Joke, Magick & Mystery.
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When Steve took his wife Betty to play her first game of golf, she whacked her first shot through the window of the biggest house adjacent to the course.

Betty gasped.  “Oh, Steve!  What do we do?”

Steve cringed.  “We’ve got to go up there, find the owner, apologize, and see how much that drive is going to cost us.”

They walked up to the house and knocked on the patio door.  A warm voice said, “Come on in.”

When Steve opened the door, they saw broken glass all over the place and a broken antique bottle lying on its side near the broken window.

A man reclining on the couch asked, “Are you the people that broke the window?”

Betty said, “Uh, yes, sir.  I’m really sorry about that.  It was my first time out and . . . ”

“No apology necessary.  I’ve been trapped in that bottle for over a thousand years.  Now that you’ve released me, I’m allowed to grant three wishes.  I’ll give you each one wish if you let me keep the last one for myself.  Deal?”

Steve grinned, “Wow!  I’d like a million dollars a year for the rest of my life.”

“You’ve got it.  And I’ll also guarantee you a long, healthy life!  And now you, young lady, what do you want?”

“I’d like to own a gorgeous home with servants . . . in every country in the world.”

“Consider it done.  And your homes will always be safe from fire, burglary, and natural disasters!”

“Thanks!  By the way, I’m Betty.  And now, what’s your wish, genie?”

“Well, since I’ve been trapped in that bottle and haven’t been with a woman in more than a thousand years, my wish is to have sex with you.”

Betty gasped, “What if I say no?”

The genie shrugged and said, “Well, I guess your wishes won’t come true either.”

Betty mulled it over for a few moments and said, “You know, considering our good fortune, I guess I wouldn’t mind having sex with a thousand-year-old genie.  What do you think, Steve?”

“OK by me, sweetheart.  If the roles were reversed, I’d do the same for you!”

So the genie and Betty went upstairs and spent the rest of the afternoon enjoying each other’s company.

After three hours of non-stop sex, the genie rolled over and looked directly into Betty’s eyes and asked, “How old are you and your husband?”

“We’re both 35.”

“Wow!  Thirty-five and you still believe in genies?”

Aah . . . that’s better!

Source:  E-mail from unknown author (sent by Joe M.)

Hollywood Studios December 19, 2017

Posted by nrhatch in Happiness, Magick & Mystery, Travel & Leisure.
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Hoping to enjoy a bit of Mickey Magic before the holidays, we headed to Hollywood Studios.

We ran into Woody outside Toy Story Mania . . .

We enjoyed the holiday greenery . . .

And the holiday tree . . .

We checked out an active construction zone . . .

Saw 3-foot-tall dominoes standing at attention . . .

And watched the natives having more fun than a barrel of monkeys . . .

As the sun started to set, we enjoyed more holly daze decor . . .

And ended the evening with a Jingle Bell, Jingle BAM!

Aah . . . that’s better!

 

Soup Is Magic! October 3, 2017

Posted by nrhatch in Food & Drink, Magick & Mystery, Vegetarian Recipes.
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Last night I walked into the kitchen at 6 pm hoping to find something suitable for dinner and found nothing.  Nada.  Zilch.

So I got out the soup pot and started chopping and dropping. I heated the olive oil and added a chopped onion. I got out the salad fixings and chopped up some carrots and celery to toss into the pot. I grabbed a head of cabbage from the crisper and some sliced red & yellow peppers from the freezer.

While they sautéed, I gathered the remaining ingredients ~ 4 cups of water, 1/2 a jar of spaghetti sauce (rinsed clean with the water), a tablespoon of “better than bouillon,” some leftover rice and pasta.

After tasting the mélange, I decided to kick it up a notch with some curry powder.  Voilà!

“Soup’s on!”

Aah . . . that’s yummy!

 

Kingston Sun January 17, 2017

Posted by nrhatch in Magick & Mystery, Poetry, Word Play.
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_0001cI woke up
The tendrils of a dream followed me
With a sound resounding in memory

I listened to the night
All quiet . . . all calm
Save the clock’s constant tick tock

Nothing to disturb my slumber

I turned over
Plumped my pillow
And began my return to Nod

Endeavor interrupted, I surfaced again
To the sound heard first in a dream
My phone’s ring tone – Kingston Sun

This time
The sound resounded
In real time

I got up and fished for my phone in the dark
One “Missed Call” . . .

Just one.

Remaning Awake & Aware November 9, 2016

Posted by nrhatch in Magick & Mystery, Mindfulness, Spirit & Ego.
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Val’s recent post Shifting Allegiances caused me to re-visit the events described in Fire & Rain.  Doing so, helped me see why what we did . . . and did not do . . . made so much sense to me at the time and hence:

Donald-Duck-BaseballBeing curious instead of fearful had something to do with why we didn’t run out of the building into the pouring rain when the fire alarm sounded . . .

Instead of trying to control the situation, we trusted that our collective intuition would encourage us to move in plenty of time if we were really in harm’s way . . .

Instead of being attached to the stories swirling in our head about what the alarm “might” mean, we let go of our prejudgments and stayed in the present moment . . .

Mickey-OKAnd when it proved to be a false alarm, we were grateful that we were warm and safe and dry . . .

Aah . . . That’s Better!

”What are you ~ a god, an angel, a saint?”

“No,” replied The Buddha, “I am A-W-A-K-E.”

Trump That! October 1, 2016

Posted by nrhatch in Happiness, Humor, Life Balance, Magick & Mystery.
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Mickey-SurferI woke in the middle of the night, the tendrils of a dream still vivid.

My father had been mediating a dispute between mom and me regarding a matter of the utmost importance . . .

Whether I should stop wearing the shoes I had on.

When it was time for him to render his verdict and declare which of us had “logic” on our side ~ me, based on the direct personal experience of actually wearing the shoes, or mom, based on her second-hand observations about my footwear ~ he side-stepped the issue by standing up, walking a few steps away, and announcing with sage purpose:

“Trump will be out in November . . . and I’m out of here now.”

Mickey-OKAs dad drifted away, I woke up in bed, hugging his words in his stead.

Dad’s words of wise counsel allowed me to drift back to deep and peaceful slumber for the rest of the night, knowing that:

“All will be well in the end.  If all is not well, it is not yet the end.” ~ The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel

Aah . . . that’s better!

The Finger Is Not The Moon July 21, 2016

Posted by nrhatch in Happiness, Magick & Mystery, Meditation, Mindfulness.
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Chinaman-fishingTruth has nothing to do with words.
Truth can be likened to the bright moon in the sky.
Words, in this case, can be likened to a finger.

The finger can point to the moon’s location.
However, the finger is not the moon.

To look at the moon, it is necessary to gaze beyond the finger, right?

The Laughing Hotei

snoopy-&-linus-pumpkin-path“I am a finger pointing at the moon.  Don’t look at me; look at the moon.” ~ The Buddha

“Barn’s burnt down.  Now I can see the moon.”

Aah . . . that’s better!