tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90751545444251763712011-04-21T22:42:11.593-07:00living the dream, one monkey at a timeRobertahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800514504289222143noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075154544425176371.post-46487502164935604542009-01-28T21:56:00.000-08:002009-01-28T22:22:52.430-08:00<strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;">so here i sit ....stephen king beware....the great american novel has begun ...piece by piece ..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">is my life a horror story? no it is not....my life is more comedy than tragedy....more mundane than horror for sure. so maybe stephen has nothing to fear but the bogey man under his bed.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">this is MY LIFE and i will declare it on this electronic page for all the world to see. well for all of MY world to see.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">the last four months have been like living in a purple haze....ahhh...jimi i doubt if that was your meaning when you penned your song. for so long michael and i had been waiting to hear the words.."im pregnant" from one of the children and when lani called to tell us i felt like sky writing it all over the world.....time for all my friends to know the happiness that they have shared with me would soon be coming back at them.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">watching chris and lani prepare for this baby took my breath away. lani has always been so wonderful with children and i am sure chris would be the same. i talked and talked to my little baby inside his mothers womb. i told him to look forward to meeting his grandma.....not sure if that would be my name of choice but the idea was right. lani never ever looked as beautiful as she did while pregnant...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">well this story will be touched many times along my way.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">but i will cut it off at its knees right now because it is making me sad. i dont want to be sad today because laura and scott are on their way and we want to have a wonderful time with them.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">it is my belief that you need to seize the moment ....seize the day....drink from the cup half full so i will put my baby back into his warm place in my heart right now and return towrite about him again real soon...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">today i was pissed off and it made no sense. i like to think that i have made the decision to NOT let stupid things get to me.....we can choose our responses.....i teach this in my class all the time. i suggest to friends who get angry over inconsequential annoyances that they CHOOSE to not let them bother them.....and yet there i was .....annoyed because i was not on the roster to play tennis on fri. stupid.....really stupid ...since having laura and scott being here made it sensible to NOT play ......but i didnt like how it went down and so i was annoyed....talked it up too ....to what purpose i know not.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">i guess the teacher didnt learn her lesson.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">tonight....surrounded by all my tennis friends at sherrys party ....i saw the light....what really is important? we all know what is important. living your life grabbing on to happy moments is important . having wonderful friends and family is important. sharing love and treating people with respect is important. who plays tennis on fri is NOT important.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"> i am really grooving on this writing thing....i can see that now my life can become one run on sentence. if i had the story in my head that could catch a readers interest i would indeed write the next not so great american novel.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">i will have to be content with this wonderful blog opportunity.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">thanks chris .....your encouragement is so appreciated. you make your words dance on the page and i hope i can do the same.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">scott just called....we are on our way to the airport... more to come.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9075154544425176371-4648750216493560454?l=floridamonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Robertahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800514504289222143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075154544425176371.post-70564969568897141162009-01-28T15:19:00.001-08:002009-01-28T15:21:32.098-08:00My guess is that today Michael &amp; Roberta did something really fun and interesting, but we won't know what it is until Roberta tells us about it!<br /><br />I hope that happens soon!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9075154544425176371-7056496956889714116?l=floridamonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09772631746918325081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075154544425176371.post-53876936925478688802009-01-25T20:15:00.000-08:002009-01-25T20:16:09.166-08:00today michael and i played golf and tennis.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9075154544425176371-5387693692547868880?l=floridamonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Robertahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800514504289222143noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075154544425176371.post-65321893231750607312009-01-18T20:06:00.000-08:002009-01-18T20:07:10.415-08:00this is the first post on Roberta's blog<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9075154544425176371-6532189323175060731?l=floridamonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Robertahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08800514504289222143noreply@blogger.com0