Anissa, freed

Erma Bombeck said something that pretty much defines my approach to life…. “When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and I could say, “I used everything you gave me.” If you switch the word TALENT for LOVE or LAUGHTER or HAPPINESS….it still stands. ~ Anissa Means Mayhew

Yesterday, a most incredible force of nature left this world and I am absolutely certain that standing before her Maker this is exactly what she said.

Like so many others, I get to say that Anissa made me feel special and powerful whether through our interactions on the inter webs and social media or face to face while enjoying the most amazing view of Columbus Circle where she reminded me of the absolute truth that her bewbs were so much more spectacular than mine – long story kids, but trust me, there was no nudity, it was all for fun, games and a good cause and yes, her boobs were fantastic!

So was our view.

So many others are going to share far more eloquent tributes for this amazing woman and I’m going to let them and let Anissa’s own words stand as my tribute along with my most sincere gratitude for knowing her and condolences to Peter, Peyton, Rachael and Nathaniel.

 

as September ends

Since June, one of my favorite photographers and writers, Karen Walrond of Chookooloonks, has been sharing at the end of the month her five favorite photographs.

My sweet photographer friends Xanthe & Andrea both share their five favourite photographs they take every month — isn’t that a great habit? Not just because it inspires fans like me from a technical photography perspective (and really, they’re just so talented), but I imagine that the practice of going through their archives to look at their images more critically to pick their favourites helps them get better as well.

And so, of course, I’m copying them.

I was inspired but never got around to it (or a round tuit – nod to my late father in law) until now as September ends.

Is it just me or does September always seem a little endless? It does. At least it does here under The Big Top and, of course, I have this on a loop in my ear pretty much all month long…thanks Green Day!

Sorry. Off topic.

Me when I sit dow to write lately.

Like our friend, Shaun, here I am tripping down memory lane staring at baby pictures…babies with incredibly big hair.

Think what you may about Greek life ladies, but these ones are fierce, driven and super smart…watch out world!

Whatever will Dr. D. do when the last Scarborough living under The Big Top is straight outta braces?

And while the rest of the world seems to be overwrought over a recent news story about a 13th Zodiac sign, it really isn’t news after all. Regardless of the news, I remain Pisces forever!

but if only we all were unicorns

Here under The Big Top, we all love the horses with a sword on their heads who guard all of our hopes and dreams because of course these unicorns are real…as real as little girls. So when Amazon, without prompting, suggests that you want to buy this book

you buy it! Of course you do! A little unicorn who believes in those magical, mystical creatures that are little girls? You buy this book.

And you share it with some of your favorite magical, mystical creatures delighting in the fact that THEY ARE READING IT TO YOU because they are indeed magical, mystical, amazing creatures, these little girls.

Were it not for the reality that I will be REALLY old, I can not wait for when these magical, mystical creatures grow up

and enjoy the many adventures of them doing incredible things like sitting down to break bread with and listen to the thoughts of other magical, mystical people like Brandon Stanton, the founder of Humans of New York.

As for me…well today I managed to win 20 game pieces to play in Safeway’s Monopoly game. Of course not one of them was a winner. Clearly I am not a unicorn. But I am lucky enough to declare that yes, I am related to some of these magical, mystical creatures. Close enough.

today’s mantra

Repeat after me:

I’m not getting sick. I’m a-choo not getting sick. I’m not a-choo get a-choo ting sick. a-choo I’m not getting a-choo a-choo a-choo sick.

To be repeated over and over again while sipping lots of hot, green tea with lemon.

It’s okay to occasionally take a break and nap and perhaps read something interesting like Florence Is Dead’s take on nurses passing off the bubonic plague as allergies since the 1960s.

I’m not getting a-choo sick…

still

Most of the presents are wrapped and stacked up under the tree. My darling husband has finally hung the lights outside which is good because no one else on our street has. Slowly, but surely, The Big Top is getting Christmas-ier and Christmas-ier and it is good. It is very good.

Daniel comes to me the other day and says, “So I wrote a letter to Santa. I hope that it’s okay.

First thought: He still believes!

Second thought: Crap! None of these things were on any wish list that he gave me.

Third thought: Crap! I’m already done shopping for him!

Fourth thought: Aw! The first thing he wants to to know is how is Mrs. Claus and if Santa is treating her right. That’s my boy!

Fifth thought: He STILL believes!!

I ignored the spelling error in the letter because he asked about Mrs. Claus and he still believes.

So you want to give this letter to Santa?

Yes. Do you think he’ll like it?

I am absolutely certain that Santa will love it…so will Mrs. Claus.

He blushes.

So much for the letter he received last year, with a nod to Aimee for the great idea. That letter STILL sits on his bedside table and, yes, he re-reads it often.

He believes.

Still.

You know Mom, a lot of my friends at school don’t believe Santa is real.

Yeah?

Yeah. I feel sad for them.

Because they don’t receive gifts anymore?

No. They will always get presents. I’m just sad for them. The magic is gone.

And so he believes. Still.

He is turning thirteen in less than one month…let that sink in those of you following this adventure that I have shared since 2004. He’s turning thirteen…next month.

I’m kind of glad that he believes…still.