Family Fued

Do y'all ever watch that show?  Jeff and I do.  One or the other of us always comes up with the number 1 answer.  We laugh and jab each other, tickle and giggle.  It's maybe my favorite thing to do.  Some of the questions are really funny.  Like, "If Tarzan got a divorce, what would Jane get?"  Jeff and I start to spout out answers, yelling on top of each other...."His loin cloth, the tree house, custody of boy, best friend monkey, the vines he swings on..." 

Yea, I know we are total geeks.  I know this and embrace it.  Aren't the simplest things really cool?  How simple is my life?  No so much.  I want it to be more simple.  How can I simplify?  I think I should get rid of so many posessiones.  How many candle sticks can one woman posess?  How many body lotions?  Everyone gives me body lotion for my birthday or Mother's Day.  Gosh, if I could turn body lotion into cash...  "Simplify, Farrah, you know what's important"...I hear myself saying that all the time.  How do ya do that?  Grab a friend, or Jeff, ( he's great at this ),  (no, you may not borrow him ) and just start.  Start to look, really look at that room, that garage, that, yuk, closet. And, for lack of a better term, "Just Do It"!!!  I'm gonna try myself

Simplicity and Passion

Those are my two favorite words.

Well, so are Chuck and Wit ( the greatest words ever spoken )

Hey...I don't know how to"stream".This techno thing is out of my realm..  I know that Jeff is here, and helping my life.  He brings beautiful plants home that I kill.  My backyard is reffered to as "The Killing Feilds".  I try to water them, but...

Let's just say...

I hope I can take care of these plants

Passion

Passion is a word that keeps creeping up in my mind these days.  I remember passion.  It was a long time ago, but, I do remember it.  When I was 22, living in New York, bartending, paying my dues, struggling, wondering how I was going to make rent, I was passionate.  I would wake from a dream, slowly open my eyes and realize I was living my dream.  I would then leap out of bed and start my beautiful day with passion.  Now, in my 40's, with kids, I think of passion as a 30 minute escape with Jeff in bed, a lock on the door.  But, here's the thing...it's not about sex...it shouldn't be.  Passion is something that I am trying to put into the cheeseburgers I make, the floor that I mop.  I so want to be passionate about those things.  I want to wake with that 20 year old smile on my face, leaping out of bed, readying myself for another fun filled day.  Who am I not to be passionate about my life?  The Koran and The Talmud say that we are accountable for all the gifts that life gives us and that we refuse.  What a great thing.   Doesn't it make you think?  It's like a present that someone bought for you, a picture that your child has drawn, a compliment that a stranger gives you while in line at the grocery, and you don't take it.  Every day should be filled with passion.  I'm asking a lot, but, I have always been one to dream big.  Today, I will pack my boy's suitcase, drive with Jeff to take them to the ranch, kiss my old, Old English Sheepdog, look forward to having alone time, water my plants, return phone calls, check emails, pay some bills, smoke some cigarettes, take the polish off my nails, eat a grapefruit.  And pray.  Pray that I do all those mundane things with passion.