Sunday, August 30, 2009

Here is a phrase to spark conversation --
a perdurable a day, helps you sleep, work and play

Make everything you do meaningful, for life is too short not to.

A Night to Remember

Most of us get caught up in our daily routines and forget to include fun in the mix. My family is no different. We have gotten so comfortable with our daily rituals that we forget to make memories. Last Friday night my husband and I were invited out dancing. We were reluctant to forfeit our Friday night routine. I do laundry after dinner and dishes and my husband mows the lawn and weed wacks. We water the outdoor plants and after about three hours of this, we may have time for a drink before bed.

After a little contemplating, we decided maybe we could use a night out. I am so happy that we did. It was just what we needed. Couples, especially those with children, have to make sure to nurture their relationships. Many marriages fail for the simple fact that they've grown apart, forgetting the energy they put into building the relationship.

My husband and I danced the night away at the Hi Hat in Providence, RI listening to a wonderful band called Chops Turner No Limit Band. They played a mix of top forty and R & B hits for all ages; everything from classics like Barry White and Al Green, to Amy Winehouse.

The HiHat is a great place for couples and singles alike to enjoy fine dining and dancing. The atmosphere was superb-low lighting, intimate round booths, and a generous dance floor. The prices are a little higher than your local bar or average restaurant, but the impeccable service and relaxed atmosphere make it well worth it. If you are over thirty looking for a  night out in the Providence area, I highly recommend the HiHat. Check out their  website for more info You will not be dissapointed.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Not Above the Law...But Below the Belt

I don't want to give the wrong impression here, like I think I am above the law but... Yesterday I got pulled over for speeding and received a speeding ticket for the first time. I will admit that I was traveling over the speed limit. I was on a country road near my house that changes speed limits three times before I get off. I didn't realize that I hadn't adjusted my speed through a certain section.

The reason that I am so upset about the ticket is that the officer that pulled me over was hiding on a side street! It made me think of the Dukes of Hazard. He may as well have had branches covering his vehicle. I think it's a low-down dirty trick to hide like that. Unless the driver is FLYING by (and there is never a cop around when that happens) it shouldn't be allowed.

Isn't there some crime he missed out on much more significant than my speeding? Like a robbery or something. Why don't they hang out at the mall or banks to catch real criminals. If they want to do something useful I suggest staking out more serious crimes.I am sure that there are better ways to pull in revenue for the taxpayers of Massachusetts. Of course this is just my opinion...feel free to comment. In fact, I would truly appreciate your thoughts.

Have a great day and be sure to travel with a light foot:)

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Karma stings

A few days ago, I shared a comical story with a friend at work about my husband getting stung by a swarm of bees. I gave all the details of his attack and the bee stings that resulted from it. The oohs and the aahs, the hopping and dancing, etc. I will not share the story today because...

Yesterday, I WAS ATTACKED BY A SWARM OF BEES as I left work. Leaving work I felt a pain in my leg. I looked down and didn't see anything. Right away I felt the same feeling in a different spot. What the heck! There were several bees stuck to my pants. I started to pull them off in a panic. A man from the next office asked if I needed help. I told him I was being attacked by bees. He informed me of the swarm I had just passed by (better late than never?) As he talked and pointed, I was stung again. He then came to my aid and helped fend off the ruthless insects. I had never been attacked by bees. Stung, yes. But not attacked.

Immediately I knew it was my betrayal of my husband. I did not mean to betray him, of course. After the fact, it seemed harmless and hilarious. (my friend shared my opinion as well)

I learned a valuable lesson yesterday. Do not share someone else's misfortune's- as funny as the story may be- unless you are willing to experience it first-hand. I laughed all the way home from work. I thought of my husband. I thought of my story. Most of all, I thought about how ridiculous I must have looked hopping and bopping, picking off the bees. It was one of those moments you wish someone was there to share the memory with, because no one will ever know how funny it was... the day I got attacked by a swarm of bees!