not my house or cats, but i get them.
—
when you are having
a private informal window of opportunity urgent under the radar ad hoc committee meeting
there is a quorum
someone opens the closed door and peers in
odds are incredibly high
this is the same person
who is the subject of the meeting.
—
“you can’t knock on opportunity’s door and not be ready. “
-bruno mars
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two kinder on an outdoor adventure day break
who became friends by chance when they landed in the same class
—
“you never know who’s going to become your friend. friends are always chance meetings.”
-steve guttenberg
when superman, a monster, and a skeleton
meet at the haunted house.
i wonder what their conversation would be…
—
‘everyone you will ever meet knows something you don’t.’
-bill nye
flew across the world
to visit the beautiful country of ireland
and
on my journey
i went to
kinsale, county cork
where i met
one of my fellow bloggers
a wonderful woman
tric
of
who writes
with honesty
and
a wicked irish sense of humor
about
life’s ups and downs
and
how to get through it all
and
it was quickly clear
from the moment we met
that
we are long-lost irish sisters.
—
“friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another, ‘what! you too? i thought i was the only one.”
– c.s. lewis
—
kinsale, county cork, ireland
meeting my new old friends
on
inis oirr (aran islands)
ireland
—
“there’s not a word yet for old friends who’ve just met.”
-jim henson
what are the odds? i have crossed paths with meatloaf (the singer, not the food), not once, but twice in my life. this is a brush with fame i never anticipated. and while i can appreciate his theatrical performance style, his passion, and unique voice, i was never musically smitten enough to ever really aspire to come in face-to-face contact with him. or bikini-to-speedo contact with him, for that matter, but fate tiptoed in and had other plans.
our first meeting happened back in the day when i was a cocktail waitress/student. meatloaf stopped by to immortalize his visit to our place by putting his hands into a wet cement block on our sidewalk.
not meatloaf putting his hands in wet cement
what i remember most about this night, was not the hand printing, but the imprint left on me when he grabbed a half-eaten sandwich off of a customer’s plate, took a huge bite out of it, and put it back. that, and i remember he was sweating. a lot.
not meatloaf sweating or the sandwich he took a huge bite of
our second meeting happened when i was in florida and walking down the beach. i was sipping on a tall, cool cocktail, enjoying the slow-setting sun, reflecting on another relaxing vacation day, when who should come walking down the beach, but my old friend meatloaf. and this time he was wearing a speedo, and it was not his best look. and he had a colorful, fruity drink in his hand, and he was still sweating, and his skin was really red, but he was smiling, and he kept on smiling as we passed each other. and we were both happy.
not meatloaf in a speedo on the beach
and i took a big sip of my cocktail with double limes, and thought to myself, how lucky. some things were meant to be, you just have to take what the universe offers up and toast to it. so, here’s to you, meatloaf on the beach.
meatloaf
There’s no explanation for success. Success just comes out of life. – Meat Loaf
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