Catching Up
Hey! I know that there are a lot of us out there, but I never hear from any of you. With this post it is my hope that some of you will come out from the dark.
Here is how this works... you can all make comments on this blog! YES. Just click on on the "comment" link at the bottom of the post and you can say all you want to say!
Since I feel like I'm all alone out here I'd like to suggest that we all get to know each other again. Just click on comments for this posting and let us know who you are and what you have been doing with your life. If you want me to post a picture for you just e-mail the file to me at "rivera.norma AT gmail DOT com" (sorry for the crude e-mail description, but my son assures me it's the "quick and dirty" way of avoiding many "SPAM BOTS". He's so technical sometimes...) and I'll do my best to make you look good! (That could be a problem at our age!.. but not me, I look good!) LOL. Or even better maybe we can have some now and then pictures! The sky's the limit.
The other service I can offer is that if you have a link that you would like me to put on this blog, let me have the link and after looking at it (just to make sure there is no porn involved), I'll post it here. I already have two links posted, one for my business (I'm shameless) and one for my husband Julio... which is a blog that is quite empty right now... he isn't inspired yet.
So there it is, the stage is set and we (those of us who have been checking the blog out) would like to know where the rest of you guys are. Let us know!
ciao, Norma
4 comments:
Hi Mom! We're reading, I promise!
For those of you who don't know, my Mom sometimes has a tendancy to sell herself short (damn limiting beliefs). I got her started on this whole "blogging" trend and she made every excuse in the book. The first of which was that she wasn't a "writer". What do you guys think? She's doing a great job, isn't she? She's putting my blog to shame!
Which reminds me, I need to get cracking on my blog.
I'll talk to you soon Mom. Keep up the great work!
In case anyone was wondering, I'm the son of a 55th street kid but not a 55th street kid myself. So why am I here? You'll be seeing me (occassionally) pop in as I help to maintain this site for all of you. I also play part-time motivator too.
Thanks son, always there to back up the "old lady" huh. LOVE YA!
ciao, Norma (mom)
I have TRIED posting many times, but for some reason I have FAILED.
I will give it another try.......
I agree with Nelson you have a talent for writing and you can move others with your words. Most of us are extremely she about writing and once we get going then we are challenged by the computer. I will have to get a quick lesson from you.
As for you another Rose has opened, keep up the good work. Soon the late bloomers will begin to write.
Here is to our Irish friends and family:An Old Irish Blessing
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand . HAPPY ST PATRICK'S DAY TO ALL!
I meant to write:Most of us are SHY. FOR my dear friend Sara Sanchez: REMEMBERED JOY .....
Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free!
I follow the plan God laid for me.
I saw His face, I heard His call,
I took His hand and left it all...
I could not stay another day,
To love, to laugh, to work or play;
Tasks left undone must stay that way.
And if my parting has left a void,
Then fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss...
Ah yes, these things I, too, shall miss.
My life's been full, I've savoured much:
Good times, good friends, a loved-one's touch.
Perhaps my time seemed all too brief—
Don't shorten yours with undue grief.
Be not burdened with tears of sorrow,
Enjoy the sunshine of the morrow.
DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there... I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow...
I am the diamond glints on snow...
I am the sunlight on ripened grain...
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you waken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of gentle birds in circling flight...
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry—
I am not there... I did not die...
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