Capricorn Tales

                        The Storybook Ride and the tracks from Casey Jr's circus train running side by side.  When I look at this picture, I think Disneyland, followed by Fantasyland.  This picture evokes memories of fairy tales and childhood.  A time when innocence prevailed and the troubles of the world belonged to the adults.   Once we reach adulthood, we are saddled with the trials of the world and the job of keeping it from the youth.  I'm not saying they shouldn't know about it, but I suppose easing them into today's trials is hard when you want them to be aware of what lies outside the door, without being afraid to step out of it.   I don't mean to make this post so dreary, if it is dreary, just something that has run through my head when I think back to my childhood and how much easier things seemed to be.  No cellphones, n...

  First, I am bummed and rather saddened, by the not so sudden elimination from the playoffs of my beloved Anaheim Ducks.  What a crappy game. I know, I know, I am not on the ice playing, but these boys worked their booties off all year, just to fall victim to poor officiating and a well oiled Blackhawks team.  On the bright side, I save money by not going to the finals, but honestly, that is just a consolation that soothes my sad sports soul.  (pathetic right?).   Second, I miss my mom.  Of course I miss her everyday, but days like these stand out in my mind.  When we would lose big games like this, she would call me and uplift my spirit in her mommy way.  She was good at that.   I have nothing else in me right now, the word trees have closed up...and the finale I have been waiting for is about to start.... Congratulations to the Chicago Blackhawks and the Tampa Bay Lightning.  Have a good finals.   Until...

  Well, yesterday was a fascinating journey down a road of trees that were not bearing words for me to write.  Today I find myself in that same forest, though I am a little more hopeful I will come across the fruit of any tree that will provide me with something, resembling intelligence, to write.    Yep. Still waiting.... *whistling impatiently*, as I feign horror over trying to figure out what to say. Yep.  I've got nothing.  I did such a tremendous job of writing at lunch,  I think I left nothing for my blog.  This is embarrassing.  I am sure you are probably saying to yourself, "why are you even telling us?  If you don't post until later, we will never know you struggled."  Well, it's probably because one, I want you to feel my pain, as I mentally whack my brain with a word stick...and two, because I think it is important for people to see that even if you love writing, writer's block does exist.   ...

  Here I am again, day three and trying to find a subject to write about...after looking for a few moments, I began to think and isn't that what blogging is, putting into words your thoughts, even if it might be random?  In my opinion, yes.   I spy a painting on the wall...There is a foot bridge over a stream, swans in the forefront of the stream and a small pathway on both sides.  How many of us have stood before a painting and wondered where does the stream flow from?  Where does the pathway go?  Everything is so pretty and green, sprinkled with bits of pastel colored flowers.  The scenery is so peaceful, the sound of the stream almost audible.   Sometimes I think what a magical gift it would be to be able to jump into painting, I suppose like Mary Poppins did in the movie, with Burt and the children, where somewhere in the distance is a fair, with a merry-go-round, dancing penguins, etc.  Not this painting though, this one ...

  While I was sitting around trying to figure out what to write, I turned my head and saw a picture of Batman's Tumbler taped to the inner wall of my desk.  This picture remains where it is for two reasons, there is a funny story behind it and well, the Tumbler is just badass.    While my sis and I attended Comic Con in July of 2012, I was pleased to find out that in anticipation of 'The Dark Knight Rises' release, there was a display of all of the Batmobile's, from Adam West's fun ride, to Christian Bale's destruction on wheels.    I happily waited in line for my turn to get a professional photo with the destruction on wheels, secretly wondering how cool it might be to actually drive one and envying every stuntman/actor that got to.  *jealous face*.  While waiting, two teenage boys, I am guessing about seventeen'ish, began a conversation that went something like this. Teen-Boy 1:  Which would you rather have, the Lambo...

  One of my mentors has challenged me to write on my blog for thirty days straight. I have not been given any direction, or subject matter, or even a clue as to what to write about.  Lacking that clue, I guess I am about to be as random in my subject selections as I have ever been.  While I do follow current events, I tend not to write about them too much, because I figure many "some ones" have that subject covered and will write about it more eloquently than I can. So please, don't think I don't care and that I just write about non-sense or silly rubbish, I do care about the world and what is happening in it, which is one reason why I have stepped back from wanting to rule the world, to just wanting to save it....one random blog post at a time.   Reading back on the last few posts, I must say, I would like to steer clear from the bluer side of me and step out of the darkness and into the proverbial light.  I don't plan on shining or glowin...