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If you know me at all, you know that PK's got a few…well, um, let's just call them by their proper monikers, shall we? They are my obsessions.
Hey, we've all got our stuff. Don't pretend you're immune. At least I own it. Whatever.
Anywho, said fixations include but are not necessarily limited to:
-The boy. I know, quite a shocker; my kid tops the list. #Duh
-La famiglia. That amazing kid came from somewhere, right?
-Faith. I'm a card-carrying member of the Holy Trinity fan club, you dig? If you aren't already acquainted, you might want to check 'em out; they're pretty cool.
-Donut House Chocolate-Glazed Doughnut k-cup coffee with a generous dollop of a mixture of the hazelnut and French vanilla Sugar Free Coffee Mate© flavors. Not sure why vanilla's always French but, either way; YUM. And proof that the higher power not only exists, but He's got great taste, too.
-Sunshine. All.The.Sunshine. All.The.Time. Secondary reference: laughter.
-Twenty-One Pilots: the Grammy-winning Columbus-based band with sage, inspirational, and witty lyricism and a wickedly fabulous sound meshing rock, rap, even a hint of bluesy gospel. Don't listen to 'em? I feel sad for you. Seriously.
-The Real Housewives. I take no pride in that admission, BT dubs.
-"Stranger Things (ST)". I touched on this last week, but realize many have nary a clue about the Netflix series. Our pals at Wikipedia offer the following synopsis (my two-cents are added accordingly):
ST is an American science fiction horror web television series created, written, and directed by the Duffer Brothers. Set in the fictional town of Hawkins, Indiana, in November 1983, the first season focuses the disappearance of a young boy amid supernatural events, including the appearance of a girl with psychokinetic abilities named Eleven who helps in the search.
The second season, set one year later, deals with the characters' attempts to return to normality in the aftermath of season one. "ST 3" occurs in July 1985 and continues to explore all that was totally tubular about the 1980s (music, clothing, arcade games), as well as to glimpse deeper into the existence of an alternative, scary reality directly opposite ours.
It appears to be made possible through some sort of time continuum and is often referred to as "The Upside Down". Much effort is spent searching for and opening/closing portals to the counterfeit consciousness.
Guess what? I accidentally located a portal to the Upside Down … it's at the grocery store!
Much like that eerie ecosphere in ST, here's a sampling of the creepiness I encountered at the market:
-A sudden inability to count. As in "12 Items or Less" still means no more than 12 but no one remembers how many fingers and toes that is?
-A vacuum where humanity should reside. Think buggy tailgating; forced faulty, and way-too-fast bagging methods; doors shutting in the faces of babies…and octogenarians. For shame!
-And the granddaddy of 'em all: monsters such as the beast breathing fire (literally) as she simultaneously shifted into reverse, slammed down on the gas, and lit her cigarette; all the while oblivious to the young Mom and two toddlers running out of her path.
Let's all try harder to make reality better for ourselves and our cohabitators, even those fire-swilling "mouth breathers" ignorant to the concept of man's decency to man.
Be kind to each other --- or I'm going to have to go angry Eleven on all y'all, capisce?
Kimerer is a Tribune Chronicle columnist whose passions are harmless; unless you cross her kid, yo. Check out her big '80s 'do and more: www.patriciakimerer.com
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I really don't care what other people think about him.
Or what people think about ME for liking him.
In my opinion, Greek musician Yanni is terrific. Yep, just as cool today as he was in the mid 1990s when he performed at "Live at the Acropolis."
So there. BAM.
Some people dismiss him as a passing fancy or untalented.
Others say he's more popular for his looks or being Linda Evans' longtime beau than for his musicianship.
Although I DO wish he would've married Krystle Carrington. I loved them together.
Sigh. I digress.
Haters. Do we really care what they think about Yanni...or us...or ANYTHING, anyway? Nah.
I have always loved Yanni's music and, despite Pop's firm belief that the Romans gave the world every bit of its culture, refinement, and elegance --plus all of the finer aspects of civilized life on the third rock (well, okay, maybe I agree they contributed MOST of it) ...
I still think this composer, keyboardist, pianist, and music producer from Kalamata is pretty terrific. Yes, still.
Yanni's music evokes such emotion and mental imagery; whether it's blithe or tragic; whimsical or edgy, it hits ya right in the feels --- ALL.THE.FEELS.
Yet, what I appreciate most about him is his inspirational messaging. Surprised?
He always encourages, as evidenced by some of his more famous quotes, including:
“Everything great that has ever happened to humanity has begun as a single thought in someone's mind, and if anyone of us is capable of such a thought, then all of us has the same capacity, capability, because we're all the same.”
"Being happy with less is what makes a great human being, not a big house with marble floors, or everyone knowing who you are."
"We're all capable if we have faith and passion."
"The greatest things in life - truth, creativity, imagination, love, kindness, compassion -are already inside us, and they're all free."
So don't let anyone stop you from following your heart in what you know is right: especially when that means standing up for good or believing in yourself or choosing what you know is the honorable path.
Or listening to Yanni, even though he's not at the topping the Billboards --- or because he isn't Italian, Capisce?
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"I already forgot more than you'll ever learn."
Has your parent ever said this to you? My Pop used to tell us this all the time when we were young; particularly during our latter teen years, I believe?
Eighteen-year-old Patty resented and rejected the notion.
Fifty-one year old Patty is not only certain it's accurate; she's pretty confident that she is part of the sandwich generation containing the soft center, you know what I'm sayin?
As in, my parents are wiser than me AND my kid(s) are smarter than me. Double kablammy whammy. Hmpf times two.
Either way, the humans do have a tendency of being a rather absent-minded lot.
Just look at the way we get amnesia about how far we've come or how much we've accomplished or what abundant wonderfulness we have -- sometimes in a mere matter of seconds!
All it takes for us to waver in self-confidence is a harsh critic. And the simplest setback blinds us to the incredible, breathtaking blessings spilling out all over every single day on the third rock.
All of 'em, you dig?
Don't let some sorry sack sideline you. Don't let past mistakes chain you to yesterday. Don't close your eyes and your heart to the purest, rarest beauty of a baby's smile, a flower in bloom or a rainbow spanning the horizon.
Always remember what's important: your faith, your fam, your health of mind, body and spirit, your willingness to show and receive compassion. Capisce?
And if you forget from time to time, let me know. I'll hook you up with my brilliant folks or my smarty pants kid. They rock.
#BeGrateful #BeKind #BePresent #Pray #Peace
P.S. A big HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my father-in-law Don and a belated Happy Birthday to my sweet Jean R. in Warren!! Much love to you both!
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A sister by any other name...must be mine, yo.
Poor Gina. The girl hasn't really gone by one solitary name since, gosh, way back when MTV actually played music, I suppose. Shoot, before there even WAS an MTV channel, maybe?
Been a while, anyway.
No, no, as long as I can recall, my sister Gina has had about as many titles as Carrie Bradshaw has designer shoes, you feel me? A LOT.
It started with Gina, of course. Then there were logical variations on the theme: Jean, Gigi, Gina Bina. That's when it morphed off into a whole new direction.
Gina Bina somehow became Gina Beans. Then Gina Beaners. Then just Beaners or sometimes Beans or Bean.
From there, it was Beaner Schnitzel, and, as of late, Beantown. Did I mention I throw in Buckaroo just for good measure many times?
Don't try to figure it out ... especially since, as we were laughing about it the other morning, I sort of did.
That's when I confessed to my big sis: I think this whole sordid mess is really, kinda, my fault. Gulp.
Case in point: my son, Kyle. Whom I readily refer to as Ky, KDK, kiddo, homeslice, Fred, Fernando, Jr., or just Jr. (a nod to his mini-me-ness with his Grandfather), Corrado, mijo, "the fish," Coach Kyle and, probably most regularly, Kyle Kimerer.
Um, yeah, it's me, all right.
But, I have to say, I use all of these handy handles out of deep, deep affection. I'm sure Kyle's got the most 'cuz; well, you do the math. His dad's not far behind with a multitude of nicknames that have been compiled lovingly by his wife over the past 25 years.
I'm sorry, Gina, Kyle and Kerry...and the rest of my fam and friends, for giving all y'all a small identity crisis.
The moral of the story is: If I'm only calling you by a single name, be afraid. Be very afraid.
JK, peeps, pals, compadres, friends! #Family #Faith #Friends #Laugh #Pray #Peace
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That's it. Just thanking Him.
Why? Well, I have far too many reasons than I can possibly provide in a single, itemized list. Seriously. If I tried to include everything, I'd invariably and accidentally omit about 1,000 or so items...at the very least.
I mean, I woke up this morning. That's #1.
I can see, hear, taste, feel, smell, think, walk, talk and even sound marginally intelligent on occasion. Well, as earth dwellers go, anyway.
I can laugh and smile and hurt and cry and wonder and imagine and oh, yes, I can love.
I'm really good at that one, if I do say. The hugging part is my particular specialty; ask anyone. #HugsAreAwesome
I've got the best kid, folks, spouse, siblings, relatives, and pals to be found anywhere on this here rock. #Fam
In fact, I hope He's not adding up all my pluses. I'm afraid I've exceeded the total amount of what I actually deserve, you dig? Shhhhh...
Especially considering earlier in the morning I was throwing a little pity party about all the "negatives" in my life.
Sheesh! What a whiny baby I am sometimes!!! #FirstWorldProblems
Then, after a good few rounds of "Poor, Put-Upon PK" nonsense, I'm pretty sure I heard the Holy Ghost whisper in my ear.
I believe his exact words were: "Snap out of it, moron! You are BLESSED, girl!"
And who am I to argue? #Gratitude
Have a wonderful day, friends. Because, even though some stand out more than others, each one offers at least a little somethin' good, Capisce?
#LifeIsGood #GodIsGreat #FocusOnThePositive #Pray #Peace
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Looks like our Motherland might be having a little 243-year-itch, you know what I’m sayin’?
What with it being just past Independence Day and all, I thought I’d give her some love…or at least, a bit of a scratch.
I really can’t blame the old girl for being a little put off with her kids these days. Yikes, I’m sorry for that Mom ‘Murica. You aren’t OLD!
BT dubs, by most countries’ standards, she’s still a spring chicken at 243, so let’s make sure she gets the message that she’s still a gal in her prime. I digress.
From the first days when the humans started popping up all over from sea to shining sea; America has been a very strong, welcoming, and proud Mama. She’s offered fruitful harvests, unearthed lucrative treasures from deep within her, and otherwise protected and nurtured all who yearned to call her shores home.
She’s even humble, despite boasting so many amazing features -- not the least of which is being home to the Grand Canyon, a/k/a one of the seven natural wonders of the world.
And she’s encouraged her offspring to follow her lead by being hospitable, openhearted, encouraging and tolerant to one another --- and our guests. Truth be told, the more different cultures and ethnicities she sees melting into her pot, the happier she is.
As proof, she’s always offered natural protection and an ideal setting for safe harbors both literally and figuratively.
The Native Americans, first kids on the block (who deserve our mad respect and honor) knew this. She even found a way to bridge the gap between them and those British blokes --some of whom were peaceable and driven by faith, and others who were plunderers and worse.
Fast forward a bit to the Revolutionary War and our fearless Mum and her landscape laid the foundation we needed to stand on our own two feet and eventually establish policies and plans intended to keep her one nation, under God, indivisible with liberty and justice for all.
But, like most children, we’ve made some bad decisions when it comes to honoring our birthplace. We didn’t listen to Mama, yo.
We’ve done unspeakable things, really. We have cut down our heads of state; littered our own soil and oceans; abused each other and her beautiful bounty. That hurts a Mother.
We’ve turned on each other, we’ve attacked one another in word, deed, and spirit --- we’ve forgotten.
We don’t remember how it’s the American way to be prosperous yet giving, to stand firm in convictions yet tranquilly co-exist, to celebrate our commonalities rather than exploit our differences.
We forget how it felt on December 8, 1941 or September 12, 2001. We forget how, in the face of our freedom and our very lives being attacked by outside forces wanting to take us down: we dug deep.
We came together. We helped and loved each other. We grabbed each others’ hands and said, “I got you.”
And Mom ‘Murica, in all her grief and agony, smiled that her children finally remembered.
So, as we wind up this Independence Day weekend, let’s forget about what divides us and focus on what unites us. Let’s stop bickering over whether Betsy Ross’s flag was meant as anything more than a tribute to our motherland; which it was and is.
Let’s listen to our Mama…and if we’re really calm and quiet, we might just hear freedom ring, Capisce?
Kimerer is a Tribune Chronicle columnist and fiercely patriotic American. Visit her red, white and blue lovin’ blog www.patriciakimerer.com
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Sometimes, ya just gotta speak your mind.
Like, when you witness a wrong. Or when you observe someone in need.
Or you, know, when someone who's been standing precariously close to your last nerve started stamping up and down on it; then uses is as a jump rope. Grrr.
Then again, maybe that's the LAST time when you should talk.
I mean, judging from my own experience, at least; spouting off out of irritation rarely serves any useful purpose.
It makes me angrier in the moment and regretful after the fact. Sometimes because I overreacted; sometimes because I stooped to someone else's low level and ALWAYS because I am certain I should NOT have let the person or situation in question get under my skin.
So, unless it's really, truly a problem of substance, close your eyes, take a deep breath, count to ten, and walk away. Well, after you reopen our blinkers, natch. Chill for a sec and namaste the course, Capisce?
Everything always seems better with a little time, a little space....and a whole lotta prayer.
#Calm #Pray #Peace
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GOD BLESS ‘MURICA; HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY TO ALL!
Check out my blog Sunday for a recap on America’s 2019 birthday called “243 Year Itch”—-see you then!
#GodBlessAmerica #HappyIndependenceDay #Pray #Peace
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It's hard not looking back sometimes, isn't it?
We humans have a collective penchant for remembering bygone days fondly; longing for their return; comparing what was to what is.
Once in awhile, whether intentionally or not, we even rewrite a memory or two, #ItHappens
Shoot, occasionally we wish we had that really cool "hot-tub time machine" contraption featured in those two silly movies of the same name.
Never saw 'em but my friend Lori says the first one, at least, was hysterical. I digress.
Reminiscing is fine; honoring people and accomplishments from the past is wonderful; memorializing important historic events is a must.
But getting quick-sanded into staying in your own yesterdays too long; that's when it gets a little sticky, yo.
The thing about living in the past is:
It's sort of like driving on a really, really long road trip entirely in reverse. You might end up at your intended destination but not likely without some serious damage to yourself, your passengers, innocent travelers along your route, and your poor vehicle as you haphazardly make your way.
Life's way too short and beautiful to waste time looking at it solely through the rear-view mirror, Capisce?
Besides, you don't want to risk turning into turning into a pillar of salt at any given point on this journey, you dig?
#LiveForToday #LookToTheFuture #Pray #Peace