Archive | February 13, 2012


Not happy with my blogs appearance I keep rearranging. I needed a new blueprint of what I was really looking for. Some real thoughts this time going into how I am choosing to arrange my bog rooms and their content.

Just like in my non-cyber world I am not truly comfortable until I feel I have everything just the way I like it. Just the way it allows me to think of it all, as comfortable.

I needed color I realized. It was missing from the last Theme Appearance I picked out. The lines were clean and sharp. I did not mind the way each aspect laid out but was not crazy about them. It felt organized which I like to some degree, but mostly it just felt too sterile for me. I need color in my life. Even on my blog apparently.Which if this is going to be home for where I write than it should feel like my home. A soft place to fall.

As I typically do when I make any changes in my life, I have considered making it for some time. Maybe in the eyes of those closest to me I consider much too long. I want to make a choice I will not regret. One I can live with.  Do not we all? Really! Yet taking the time to consider could be keeping me from making some wonderful choices just by gut. That’s not always a bad thing.

My last housekeeping I did here on my bog was just that Gut Instinct. I had been browsing for a bit much like window shopping if you will. Even like car testing before purchasing if you will, as we are able to test drive the possible theme choices before deciding on the new. Or maybe deciding to keep the old dependable, I knew it like no other.  But I needed more room. I was ready to go from 3-door to 2-door. Just a bit more pizzazz I wanted to be able to add. Restrictions were keeping from making the changes and adding the pizzazz. I detest restrictions. Please do not tell me I cannot do something, because then I will just because.

I needed to make the changes in order to be content. The lack of color was one real big problem for me and because of the “home decor” I chose, my restrictions were too limited. I needed a whole revamp. I needed to look at just what it was I wanted and needed. I had to find for my heart and my soul so that I would be as comfortable as I needed to write. Part of my particular space includes my quiet room, no TV, maybe music. A comfortable and supportive way for both myself and for my laptop to sit. A place for my books that I need to keep near me where I write. And some of the photos and memory books that tell my family and my friends stories. I needed a plan. Time to make all the changes in each room,finding each aspect their own home.

And color, textures, and light…..

Maybe this will be it now. I have changed my appearance 3 times in maybe a years time. It’s really no different from how often I may rearrange my furniture. Maybe it is one of those somethings that your own mom did and it seems that you have embraced it. I have embraced it. I remember hearing my dad often telling his friends that he was “afraid to get up and go to the bathroom at night for fear that when he comes back to bed he’ll trip because Penny (mom’s name) was rearranging the house again!” It was true that she did rearrange all the time. Just as you knew where things belonged she was up rearranging them again. Maybe her way to keep her family on their toes?

So maybe this is where I get it from. I have no clue nor do I care where it came from. It just is. For my family & friends that know me they know what it is like when I move into a new home. They put up with the drinking glasses being put in a different place. They know it can take me a long time to settle in to where I am comfortable.

Looking to be comfortable.  Looking to feel organized.

Maybe I got it this time.


©tjhelser 2012


~ Share Your World Sunday ~

Sunday February 12, 2012

I found a most interesting and creative way to get to know your followers better. And for them t get to know you. On diabeticredemption’s blog she has shared a very inventive weekly questionnaire that asks us to share bizarre answers about ourselves.

Thanks to a creative and talented photographer, Cee’s creation, we have this chance to know one another better. If you play along. I say bizarre only in that it would take me forever and a few years to think of the things she asks. I like that.

Despite that I came in  this late Sunday I am honored even more that I was asked to be included. So although it is technically Monday, early Monday morning I am still up partying from the Grammy Awards (don’t I wish that is why I am up still?) I am considering it still Sunday night in my reality.

Below is her link to the Share Your World Sunday post. I think it’s a fun and distracting way to break up the hard work of writing. I am honored that I have been included. The directions are included below the link here on my post above my own answers.

I hope you enjoy the game, getting to know just a few more things about myself. Now….Tag!   Its your turn.

Today is Share Your World Sunday, a challenge created by Cee. I’m including her paragraph of instructions with the questions. Thanks, Cee, as always, this was a lot of fun.  Here’s Cee:

For this week, I’ve added a 5th question since I think they are easier questions to answer. I hope you have some fun playing along. I’m so thrilled some of you participated {the} last…few weeks. It sure was fun learning about all of us.

Can you change a car tire?

Are you a collector of anything?

If you HAD to change your name, what would you change it to?

What are you  wearing right now?

If you could be a tree or plant, what would you be?

My answers:

#1 I can change a tire but honestly would use every feminine wiles I have to not have to. Just saying.
#2 I’ve collected elephants since I was a young child. They must not be representative of elephants being enslaved to circuses.
#3 Padraigin [pad-riash-in]  My Irish heritage.
#4 Betty Boop Night Gown. What?
#5  A Trillium. And if you happen by me; please just look, touch softly, and do not pick. For I am one of very few and if I am picked from this spot I am not coming back. Ever!

Tag! You’re it!

©tjhelser 2012

Sunday Night February Tradition


The Grammys have been a tradition of mine on Sunday evening for half a century now. When I say that out loud it rather stunned me. Granted the first maybe 3 or 4 years as a young musical artist fan’s life all that fascinated me was just the music. The rhythm, the bass, the percussion, the lead and the vocals. As years went on I found much more to justify making an evening out of the awards celebration in front of my television.

Much has changed during the Grammy Awards. Much has stayed the same. One of the things that have changed for me is I am watching the Awards on a much larger set, with a better speakers and woofers than I ever did some 50 years ago. That’s for sure.

One thing that has never changed in all the Sundays that I set aside for this event is that I always come away knowing and loving new artists. New to me.

I’m not writing about the winners. Per Se. There will be enough critics to go around. All though how can I avoid mentioning the fantastic voice of Adele? And didn’t her voice sound just as strong as ever? Seeing Cover Bands opening for the Beach Boys doing Beach Boy music was a hoot for me. God bless the Boys spirits and sense of humors. Al Jardine, Mile Love & my love, Brian Wilson looked pretty good to me. Leaving me with more “Good Vibrations” 40 plus years later and a my mind rushing back to those memories of tween and teen years.

Paul McCartney still has what he has always had. Not my fave of the fab four but he is one of the Beatles. Takes me back too being a young girl who was their fan.  He has the ability to bring back the days of being a “Teeny Bopper” and swooning each time my girlfriends and I heard the  FAB Four sing. The piece of music Paul sang for the Grammy s  tonight is such an incredibly delightful expression of how our generation has matured and mellowed. I loved it!  Very much a timely piece.

One performer told me through his music I am getting older. Chris Brown is a very talented man. I have two daughters who had introduced me to his style of music years ago. He’s vivacious, tenacious and at time quite luscious. I am afraid I hate to even admit this, but he had me rolling my eyes at the ceiling I’m sure, grateful my adult daughters were not watching this years Grammy’s with me.  It’s not that I do not hear his music as talent or that he is an amazing performer. How does one have that much energy? And on stage no less.

I reminded myself just how much my own mother would shake her head when I came running from my bedroom as soon as I heard the first opening chord to a Rolling Stones performance on the Ed Sullivan Show. Also on a Sunday evening.

The evening did me in when the tribute to Glen Campbell started. The lump in my throat became even larger, and with each tune no matter that it was not Glen performing them I found myself harmonizing along. Didn’t you? Even if Pop Radio Top 40 was never your thing I know you have not listened to music all your life without at one point hearing Glenn’s music. His lyrics and music sometimes being written by other artist from those days such as John Hartford and Jimmy Webb I know are ones that you are no doubt very familiar with.  What decent girl did not mourn for her lost love over some of the most iconic love songs of our time.

Music all genres – have always touched me, spoken its language to me with never a foreign word. I grew up listening to one parent dig Big Bands, Scorchers like Frank Sinatra and even Dean Martin. I had another who was very much into country and bluegrass. I am so grateful for them both. Add to the mix my older brothers love of hard “acid” rock bands like The Doors, Pink Floyd, Iron Butterfly and my personal faves of the San Francisco music scene in the 60’s & 70’s Quick Silver Messenger Service, Jefferson Airplane & Its a Beautiful Day to name q few  of my  own eclectic love of all and any sounds of music.

Loved the finale with Joe Walsh on lead. Joe Walsh from the early James Gang days is the classic rock that I am most enamored with. Then and even today. The riffs that man can pull out of his sleeve still make my toes tap and my body want to get up and dance the night away like I was 21 yrs old again.

Thanks Joe & Paul! You neither one have lost one string along the way..

Listening to Adele perform tonight created a feeling of such gracious love for music. For all music that I may have never lost, but it certainly has been dimmed over  the years.  To think this woman’s voice may have never been able to hit those octaves that makes my knees go weak again took my breath away.

Losing Amy Winehouse , Phoebe Snow and Whitney Houston in this last year (just to name a few of the vast too many) caused me to stop. To take pause that something so vital to our every part of our lives and even our well beings could be lost. Just like that!

I did cry. I cried for Whitney tonight. I cried for Amy. And I found myself sobbing for the losses we took this year in the music world and want them all to know……

           ♥ ♪♫♪ ♥♥ ♪♫♪ ♥      I will always love you.  !♥ ♪♫♪ ♥♥ ♪♫♪ ♥

You always will  Rock my world!

©tjhelser 2012