Living Life As A Model Wife

Adventurous life stylist, Nia, retrofits today with old fashioned home training and unwonted journeys. The Saucy Must Have Standards.

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If the philosophy of Christianity were lived, wars would cease, unhappiness would cease, economic problems would be solved, poverty would be wiped from the face of the earth, and man’s inhumanity to man would be transmuted into a spirit of mutual helpfulness. Ernest Holmes, Living the Science of Mind

So you call yourself a Christian? What room have you opened in your home to the homeless? Which seat has fed the hungry at your table? What measure of grace have you dished out upon those that take longer than usual to get it right? What substantia, life changing gift have you given and truly forgotten about? Are you a lamppost gently and warmly lighting the way or a fire pit first repelling and then scorching all who dare step near?

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You can’t always get what you want? Says who?  The Rolling Stones...I know, I know... but I beg to differ. We always get what it is that we want. What we expect.  The Law of Attraction says it is so; and sometimes it’s just what we need. 

So what do any of the above photos have to do with what I’m saying?  I finally found my King, the One unexpectedly in some old, familiar places.  Early one Football Sunday evening I decided to stop off at Jose Tejas in Islein, NJ while en route to call on a family member in the city, NYC that is.  But things were different.  The Beef Burro, which we will refer to as B.B., with black beans and rice had a darker sauce and lighter cheese.  You see, I’d been ordering my B with black beans and rice since pre-pre teen.  I started with chicken and orange soda than graduated to the pulled beef and margaritas.  It’s not that it was bad.  It was just different.  It was not what I expected.  It was not what I went there for.  It was what I wanted but the taste had changed. It no longer met my expectations.  I sent B.B. back and simply opted for yet another splendidly unchanged Texas Margarita on the Rocks with Salt.  I didn’t order anything else, although the menu is loaded with stellar Tex-Mex and Cajun options.  I would not settle for anything other than what I really wanted. What I truly expected.  Despite Gus’, my bartender’s, cajoling, I just couldn’t do it.   

Once I finally made this determination to identify what was different and accept that things had changed with my once beloved B.B. I was able to enjoy what was still all good;  my Texas Margarita on the Rocks with Salt and the Raiders... oh behave!   Even better yet, I was able to shine in my true radiance. Knowing that I hadn’t settled by accepting something that  I wanted but didn’t because it no longer fulfilled my expectation evoked a balance of humble strength and confident peace.  It was in this light that King J walked in with a hangover from the night before and silently declared me a Queen.   

   Exactly what I always wanted and expected of the One, my King.  Just what I need.  

Fire and Ice Fords, NJ

Harryokie @ Fire and Ice

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Clydz New Brunswick, New Jersey

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Driving to a holiday destination with three adult generations in the car; the truth is bound to come out. Nothing odd about that. But learning a day later that your revelation is an almost direct quote from Skeletor is at first a bit unsettling but once it sinks in you see the strength in it. Growing up we are often told to play nice. Be nice. That we look nice. But what does any of it even mean? Absolutely nothing. It is all surface. Superficial. Meaningless. Skelator and I are not nice but we are true.

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I conquered the casserole!

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Everyone says love hurts, but that is not true. Loneliness hurts. Rejection hurts. Losing someone hurts. Envy hurts. Everyone gets these things confused with love, but in reality love is the only thing in this world that covers up all pain and makes someone feel wonderful again. Love is the only thing in this world that does not hurt.

Meša Selimović  (via psych-facts)

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Things Ladies Do Not Do in Public: Exhibits 1-5(left to right).

1. Do not wear clothing out of season; especially on a rainy day in NJ in November. You will be cold and will resort to awkwardly suggestive ways of keeping warm.

2. Do not. I repeat do not utilize the local Starbucks cafe as your personal boudoir. Even if it was her idea.

3. Do not stare. If you think you might be the subject of scope, Smile!

4. Do not comb, brush, and definitely do not braid your, or anyone else’s hair in any public place, outside of a powder room. Nonetheless at the table!?! The ladies room is the only place light communal coifing is permitted.

5. Do not adopt a military “at ease” stance unless you’re on the job and are ordered to do so.

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So, I picked up an uproarious cup of Oprah’s Chai Latte from Starbucks with a thank you gift card from a student this evening…

People, please stop it. The design is splendid and bellows Christmas. Hark the red, green, white and golden sheen of it’s undertone.

One brother, not the Starbucks type, interviewed by CW11 news shared that those that are disappointed should, “…make (draw) their own designs… they write on the cups anyway.” My sentiments exactly.

The problem here isn’t the cup or Starbucks playing the politically correct Scrooge. It’s about people wanting what they expect and glitching when the program has an update.

As you begrudgingly grab that Sharpie and start to scribble contemplate why you are counting on a corporation to create and fulfill personal holiday traditions? I know, at $5/cup you feel entitled.

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You’ve got to have something to eat and a little love in your life before you can hold still for any damn body’s sermon on how to behave.

While I personally would have left out the “d” word, I could not have said it better myself, Miss. Billie Holiday.

It’s amazing how decades of rebellion can be overthrown by having one’s most primal and basic needs intently attended to simultaneously. When you become someone’s sparrow there is not a song that your tough and tender handler cannot compose nor sing without you simmering down and awakening.