Who wants to guess who made it to sunny Spain?

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Hello everyone!

Just a short note to let you know I’ve made it safely!

I’ve already established wireless connection and am ready to report on sightings, ocurrences, oddities, and anything that makes me go hmmm.

All from a different country!

A country famous for its tapas, flamenco, good food, Manchego cheese, paella, and above all, Javier Bardem!

And who knows, I may just come across my favorite hottie!

Wouldn’t that rock?


I’ll be back later with another post.

In the meantime, stay tuned!

To be continued…


What makes for a favorite thing?

I was ten years old when I saw the film, “The Sound of Music” for the first time.

I remember being enchanted by the song, “My favorite things.”

There was something magical in the knowledge that thinking of your favorite things prevented you from feeling bad.

A very creative child (toot toot), I substituted the lyrics and made up my own.

After all, it was my list of favorite things that lightened my mood and not the preferences of Julie Andrews.

Somehow at the age of ten bright copper kettles and brown paper packages tied up with string weren’t cutting it.

So instead, I would think of “thick bars of chocolate, tall glasses of milk, chocolate chip cookies and things made of silk.”

Last night I heard Julie’s tune when I stepped into a lift. It was almost a sacrilege to hear that this beautiful melody was being used as elevator music.

However, listening to it reminded me of how my made up lyrics had gotten me through the saddest, most confusing, and angry times in my life.

It was my personalized substitution of “going to a happy place.”

The elevator experience also created awareness of how much those “favorite things” have changed through the decades.

At the age of ten my favorite things included chocolate, all things shiny, arts and crafts, books, and Little Kiddles (anyone from my generation remember those?).

At the age of twenty items on my list were foreign films, all things made of brass, chocolate,  Bohemian style clothing, watermelon, tall and handsome men, Wrigley’s gum, and Al Pacino.

At the age of thirty it was chocolate, all things made of gold, tall and handsome men, Antonio Banderas, alfalfa sprouts, and hoop earrings.

Nearing forties the list  includes chocolate, tall and handsome men, all things made of platinum, diamonds, Antonio Banderas AND/OR Javier Bardem, Jelly Belly jelly beans, any item of clothing that accommodates my ass, and my dog Roxy.

It’s curious to note how the only constants in my life have been chocolate and tall, handsome men.

One which I have when I want and the other which I still continue to  dream about. You figure out which is which.

So today’s shout out goes out to favorite things that allow us to maintain our sanity, lift our spirits and make us smile.

What are some of your favorite things?