Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
The Finest Flaws
The house is calm tonight
though the winds blow
It’s just enough clatter
to elude me from the noise
Earl Grey perhaps
In that dainty thin lipped teacup
the one with the long, fine, thin deep crack
It’s a pretty little thing,
the cup too
Khrissy Lupinacci
though the winds blow
It’s just enough clatter
to elude me from the noise
Earl Grey perhaps
In that dainty thin lipped teacup
the one with the long, fine, thin deep crack
It’s a pretty little thing,
the cup too
Khrissy Lupinacci
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
Monday, March 02, 2009
The pweor of the hmuan mnid.
Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a total mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.
Sunday, March 01, 2009
Kate's Cottage in Watermill
Kate has a marvelous little summer cottage in Watermill. They purchased it 15 years ago for a song, and just recently renovated it. It is absolutely darling, a fantastic summer playhouse. The cottage had been neglected, lost within a forest of overgrown trees and weeds. Like a forgotten dollhouse tucked away in a cellar, deprived of love and care. It was a sad sight, as years passed it became harder and harder to see the potential and possibilities. At last the little cottage found some loving. One can’t help but smile upon first sight, it’s as though a huge new energy and massive spirit have been brought into this little cottage that could. It smiles.
They hired Gene to redesign and build the landscape, which now includes window boxes bursting with flowers, spilling with spirit, enchanting gardens each with a theme, theory or philosophy, wonderful stone walkways, steps leading to secret gardens, stone walls and benches, A magical wading pool with waterfall, a pool house within the trees, an outdoor kitchen, a cozy fireplace, several hidden gardens which include a muse garden with amazing water features (Kate’s favorite, mine too). Amazing simply cannot describe the magical transformation that Gene and his crew created. They gave new life to this summer home. Kate and Marshall refer to Gene as the Sorcerer, I can see why.
They hired Gene to redesign and build the landscape, which now includes window boxes bursting with flowers, spilling with spirit, enchanting gardens each with a theme, theory or philosophy, wonderful stone walkways, steps leading to secret gardens, stone walls and benches, A magical wading pool with waterfall, a pool house within the trees, an outdoor kitchen, a cozy fireplace, several hidden gardens which include a muse garden with amazing water features (Kate’s favorite, mine too). Amazing simply cannot describe the magical transformation that Gene and his crew created. They gave new life to this summer home. Kate and Marshall refer to Gene as the Sorcerer, I can see why.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
under certain circumstances
Another starry sky, both Ursa Major and Ursa Minor are visible tonight.
While chatting with a friend this evening, I mentioned the beautiful star filled sky. She paused and asked, “ Why are you always looking at the sky? “ I hesitated while considering her question; was it odd or unusual that I enjoyed looking at the sky? Why do I look to the sky? Hmmmmm, I was without response. Better yet why don’t others? What’s wrong with looking at the sky?
I suggested that she step outside and take a look. She complained, “ it’s too cold”. “So put a coat on”, I said. She responded, “ I guess I’m getting old” although she and I are the same exact age, my response to her came with a punctuated tone “ Yes! You are! “ She laughed.
“ Let me get my coat” I listened in as she grumbled and fumbled gathering her winter gear, I’m sure she dressed in layers just to step outside for two damn minutes. She’s a skinny little thing, too skinny in my opinion. I admire a healthy skinny, a fit skinny, a tone skinny and even a natural skinny. But, she my skinny friend is frail looking, weak, tired and cold all the time. She doesn’t drink coffee because she thinks it has too many calories; it’s a sin in my opinion. She doesn’t eat fruit of any kind because it has too much sugar. She assures friends and family who comment on “ how thin she is” that she has an over-active thyroid. Once while attending a fundraiser, we ran into a mutual friend who neither of us had seen for 5 or 6 years, I could see the shock and concern in our friends face when she saw just how thin she had become. She inquired, “ Do you eat”? skinny replied “Oh my god YES!! I love to eat” she added which was overkill “ I eat like there’s no tomorrow “! Side-bar to thought: If there’s NO TOMORROW---Why would you want to eat?” She ( Skinny) turned to me hoping I’d be feverishly nodding in agreement. Instead, I took a sip of my drink, slightly rolled my eyes and showed a fake smile. It was only moments ago that she put herself in a tailspin obsessing over the calories she had just consumed after I convinced her to have an apple-tini with me. I could see the trepidation on her face. I almost felt guilty, as though I had just convinced her to eat meat on Good Friday or shoot a wounded doe.
Later that evening on the car ride home, she was quiet, sullen and seemingly sulking. I asked, “ What’s wrong”? “ Nothing” she replied. “ Something’s wrong” what is it? I asked. “ I saw you roll your eyes! She blurted. “ Why did you roll your eyes”? I felt bad, wished I hadn’t reacted that way. I knew while in the process of the roll that it was a bad reaction, bad idea, I never planned to roll, I didn’t want skinny to see me in the roll, it just happened…BAD APPLE-TINI”S BAD! BAD!!
“ I dunno” I blurted, still weighing out whether I should go there or not? I knew that if I reached in for that nut, I wouldn’t be able to let it go until I cracked the shell. With the red flag was still waving in my mind after witnessing her inner torment from consuming one lone apple-martini. This was the opportunity to openly discuss my deep fears for her health. In the past I’ve been delicate with my observations and expressed my concerns with a gentle caring touch. I’ve started the conversation on numerous occasions, she’s always managed to turn the table or change the subject. I’ve teased her about her obsession with counting calories made subtle observations and expressed worry. That night driving home from the fundraiser I was no longer gentle, no longer delicate, no longer worried about hurting her feelings. I was afraid she was slowly dying. I needed to crack the shell.
We both knew when it started, we both knew what caused and triggered her self-abusive behaviors and obsession to be thin, but only she could stop it. She agreed.
While chatting with a friend this evening, I mentioned the beautiful star filled sky. She paused and asked, “ Why are you always looking at the sky? “ I hesitated while considering her question; was it odd or unusual that I enjoyed looking at the sky? Why do I look to the sky? Hmmmmm, I was without response. Better yet why don’t others? What’s wrong with looking at the sky?
I suggested that she step outside and take a look. She complained, “ it’s too cold”. “So put a coat on”, I said. She responded, “ I guess I’m getting old” although she and I are the same exact age, my response to her came with a punctuated tone “ Yes! You are! “ She laughed.
“ Let me get my coat” I listened in as she grumbled and fumbled gathering her winter gear, I’m sure she dressed in layers just to step outside for two damn minutes. She’s a skinny little thing, too skinny in my opinion. I admire a healthy skinny, a fit skinny, a tone skinny and even a natural skinny. But, she my skinny friend is frail looking, weak, tired and cold all the time. She doesn’t drink coffee because she thinks it has too many calories; it’s a sin in my opinion. She doesn’t eat fruit of any kind because it has too much sugar. She assures friends and family who comment on “ how thin she is” that she has an over-active thyroid. Once while attending a fundraiser, we ran into a mutual friend who neither of us had seen for 5 or 6 years, I could see the shock and concern in our friends face when she saw just how thin she had become. She inquired, “ Do you eat”? skinny replied “Oh my god YES!! I love to eat” she added which was overkill “ I eat like there’s no tomorrow “! Side-bar to thought: If there’s NO TOMORROW---Why would you want to eat?” She ( Skinny) turned to me hoping I’d be feverishly nodding in agreement. Instead, I took a sip of my drink, slightly rolled my eyes and showed a fake smile. It was only moments ago that she put herself in a tailspin obsessing over the calories she had just consumed after I convinced her to have an apple-tini with me. I could see the trepidation on her face. I almost felt guilty, as though I had just convinced her to eat meat on Good Friday or shoot a wounded doe.
Later that evening on the car ride home, she was quiet, sullen and seemingly sulking. I asked, “ What’s wrong”? “ Nothing” she replied. “ Something’s wrong” what is it? I asked. “ I saw you roll your eyes! She blurted. “ Why did you roll your eyes”? I felt bad, wished I hadn’t reacted that way. I knew while in the process of the roll that it was a bad reaction, bad idea, I never planned to roll, I didn’t want skinny to see me in the roll, it just happened…BAD APPLE-TINI”S BAD! BAD!!
“ I dunno” I blurted, still weighing out whether I should go there or not? I knew that if I reached in for that nut, I wouldn’t be able to let it go until I cracked the shell. With the red flag was still waving in my mind after witnessing her inner torment from consuming one lone apple-martini. This was the opportunity to openly discuss my deep fears for her health. In the past I’ve been delicate with my observations and expressed my concerns with a gentle caring touch. I’ve started the conversation on numerous occasions, she’s always managed to turn the table or change the subject. I’ve teased her about her obsession with counting calories made subtle observations and expressed worry. That night driving home from the fundraiser I was no longer gentle, no longer delicate, no longer worried about hurting her feelings. I was afraid she was slowly dying. I needed to crack the shell.
We both knew when it started, we both knew what caused and triggered her self-abusive behaviors and obsession to be thin, but only she could stop it. She agreed.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Khris,
Your personal philosophy is right on! I love your single-mindedness, don’t ever apologize for it, you hear!! It’s the only way to accomplish what you hope to achieve. You are a big thinker with a huge heart, you give, give, give to everyone everywhere and lets face it, people take, take, take! You’ve created this! You set the path for others to take advantage of you?
Xoxoxo
Jo
Your personal philosophy is right on! I love your single-mindedness, don’t ever apologize for it, you hear!! It’s the only way to accomplish what you hope to achieve. You are a big thinker with a huge heart, you give, give, give to everyone everywhere and lets face it, people take, take, take! You’ve created this! You set the path for others to take advantage of you?
Xoxoxo
Jo
Saturday, February 07, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
I can't believe I'm a Mother of the Bride & worse a Mother in law!
Khrissy a Mother of a Bride! Where did time go? it seems like yesterday that I was tying shoes laces, brushing their hair, cuddling & snuggling with them as we read books. Raising my kids was my greatest joy and priveledge. What a blessing!
Nicole's wedding day, it's a day I've always imagined and dreamed of. Quite honestly, I wasn't sure I'd be here to see it. What a blessing, what a miracle what a tremendous celebration.
Thank you God!
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