What – or whom – do you celebrate most in your own life?
Pretty flowers?
Yummy food?
Loved ones?
Something else entirely?
As always, authors and characters are welcome to share. So, let’s celebrate together!
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Emote This: Celebration
After all our recent talk of Halloween, haunted houses, zombies, and death, I thought it might be nice to focus on Life for a change – and perhaps even celebrate our favorite things about it.
What – or whom – do you celebrate most in your own life?
Pretty flowers?
Yummy food?
Loved ones?
Something else entirely?
As always, authors and characters are welcome to share. So, let’s celebrate together!
What – or whom – do you celebrate most in your own life?
Pretty flowers?
Yummy food?
Loved ones?
Something else entirely?
As always, authors and characters are welcome to share. So, let’s celebrate together!
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No suprise here. Every day, I celebrate my family, my art, and my crazy island friends.
I celebrate freedom... and the possibility of the open road.
Oops. Actually, the only surprise is that I spelled "surprise" wrong. That's what I get for visiting before my first cup of tea.
Those scones look fantastic, Laura! Is that one of your recipes?
I celebrate good music and the success of the acts that I manage. It really makes my day when one of my clients gets a good review or a contract at one of the better venues.
Oh, Ricky. It's all business for you, isn't it?
I just love those flowers in the picture. All of nature should be celebrated!
And Ginger, I agree about those scones. We need to find out the recipe.
Celebrate, huh? Well, anytime the sun goes down is a good time, as far as I'm concerned.
Hi, Ginger & Nevin! Thanks for your interest in my blueberry scones... I did indeed bake them (with a little help from my hubby, the "real" cook in the family). In fact, this was the first recipe (and blog post) of my blogger blog.
As for the flowers, Nevin, those were some sweet-smelling roses, lemme tell you. The hubby gave them to me for no reason whatsoever! What a great hubby he is...
Oh, and Ricky, music and success are wonderful things to celebrate indeed. Last night, I sang at an open mic night at my favorite New Orleans pub... I'm not sure that it was a successful venture, but it sure was fun!
And, Vic, my dear, I actually thought of you (and Charles) when I was publishing today's post. I realized that none of the images really applied to you... unless you like cats, for some reason. And if so, I probably don't want to know about it.
I'm afraid I'm not partial to cats, although I don't mind them.
(glares at Kalila)
Why are you looking at me like that, Vic?
You know why.
Would someone please explain it to me?
Not on your life, Ricky.
Go eat a pizza or play with your BlackBerry. Mind your own business.
Now, I'm curious, too. What's the deal with Vic, Kalila, and cats?
I wouldn't mind some pizza. Ricky, can you spare a slice?
Daryl! That's so rude. If nobody offered, you shouldn't horn in.
But I'm hungry. And Laura did say we should celebrate Life today. Well, pizza happens to be one of the things I celebrate most often. Especially if it's got cheese, garlic, and mushrooms on top...
Oh, sorry, Vic, guess you can't eat garlic pizza. My bad.
You can have some of my pizza, Daryl. Kalila will get me some more if I ask. Maybe. Sometimes it's best not to expect too much.
Thanks, Ricky, but I'll only partake if you're guaranteed some more. Don't want to be accused of "horning in" or anything.
Ow! Stop kicking me, Sam.
I'm with Olivia. Everyday, I just celebrate that I have such a wonderful family. Who says you have to hate the in-laws?
Mine are perfect, and so are my kids. I'll toast a glass of wine to family, and a good life.
Family, friends, life and love. A fulfilling career, work I enjoy. All good things.
Add a little adventure - some action - and Dudes, I am happy.
Vic, I love the sun and fresh air, and wide open spaces. But I get times I love the night, and all the possibilities not acceptable during the day. Yes; that's living - or whatever you call it. There are two things the night is for in my book: loving and action. Which, depending on your perspective, could be the same thing.
Hmm. Amy, its dark here . . .
(blushing)
Stop it, Cal. Sometimes there are children here.
Not any more. I'm out!!!
Aw, man, we lost a kid... What a drag.
You know, Daryl, sometimes you can be a real jerk. Eat your pizza and be quiet.
Come back, little kid, come back!
Can you two please behave?
*shakes head at her teenagers*
(word veri: shrougat... so, like nougat for shrews?)
Look what you did Cal? Shame on you!
We apologize, Cal and I. We didn't mean to offend anyone with our, uh, indescrecion.
It's quite alright, Amy. Worse things have been said here, believe me.
I celebrate family. We live far apart, so whenever we can get together, it's a celebration.
I celebrate certain members of my family... does that count? ;-)
Laura and Christine, you're lucky to have family you feel like celebrating with. With mine, it's always a gang-up-on-Ricky party, so I keep my distance. It wasn't that way when my father was alive, but sometimes a single person is the linchpin of the whole group and once they're gone, everyone scatters or polarizes.
It's embarrassing to admit it, but I'm starting to get a little attached to my weird new family of choice. I know they're not human, but that doesn't always matter so much.
Aw...we love you too, Ricky!
"Love" is stretching it a bit, Nevin. But yeah, Ricky, you're all right.
Since when does "family" have to be blood relatives?
If people can consider pets members of their family, then why not the undead or immortal.
There are several members of my organization, and some of my legal work crews, that I consider family and are allowed certain priveleges because of it.
It's just life.
Here, here, Cal! Although I love my "real" family on the surface (Olivia and my twin daughters, my brother and, okay, my sister, too), I love my "adopted" family just as much... Jesse and the other Hollowites down in Ruby Hollow... guess they've become my "real" family now.
No offense, Olivia - you know you're always number one in my heart.
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