A decade ago, I was in a new relationship with a boyfriend I was starting to like a lot. One night, we went to the Quapaw Casino in Oklahoma. We drank at the bar with a group of friends and sat together.
My date got pretty drunk and started talking about “variety being the spice of life and how men love spicy foods.” From there the conversation went off on a tangent about the TV show 2 and a half men. He continued by saying that he admired that TV character because he chose variety.
He said imagine you got a bag of M&Ms. Now do you enjoy the variety of the whole bag of M&Ms or do you just eat the red M&Ms for the rest of your boring life? That’s where things got a little awkward in the conversation considering I was his girlfriend and the only redhead sitting at the table.
I didn’t know what to say. There was awkward silence and then the conversation picked up on something more lighthearted. I drank my drink. Eventually I excused myself from the table and made my way to the bar restroom. I looked in the mirror a bit at my reflection then went to a toilet where I barfed in the stool. I washed up, went back to the bar but didn’t go back to the table.
I wandered over to the end of the bar where a woman was trying to romance an attractive Cherokee bartender. She kept trying to flirt with him and get his number. I could tell he felt as awkward as did I. He welcomed my presence right away as I was extremely glad for his company too and we all shared a few more drinks that night as I watched him continue to deflect her advances.
Eventually I went home with my boyfriend but we broke up shortly after.
Ten years have come and gone. I saw him a few times through the years. He remained a bachelor. I got married and raised a family. At one point, he asked me to come back. I didn’t really answer.
That actor from that show ended up with HIV. That boyfriend never found a woman to stay very long with him.
Variety may be the spice of life but too much spice in one’s diet can lead to unfortunate longterm consequence and illness.
We each have our own little M&M in our life. Chose the boring path or the fun and flirty. Just be prepared for the longterm outcome.
My whole life, I admired the King and Queen.
Serene, graceful, and applauded.
Powerful and strong….aggressive.
Yet hiding behind the defenses of the lesser pieces.
As I became older, I pondered the knight or the bishop,
how they could think outside the box and level the playing field.
But, in my older years, I admire the pawn.
The one to first enter the fray with honest courage.
Who risks much although so little…..
One by one, swiped from the board unceremoniously and yet…
Relentless, undeterred, defiant against odds so stacked heavily against.
Yes, some days even the little pawn sees glory
when faced with such intimidating adversaries.
This was the official motto of the original 13 colonies during the American Revolution. It was proposed in 1776 by three men to become the Great Seal motto. These men were Benjamin Franklin, John Adams, and Thomas Jefferson. Later on, this saying would be replaced in the 1950s by the words, “In God we trust.” I’m not sure where the Latin phrase for “E Pluribus Unum” originated. It really reminds me of the phrase of the French Four Musketeers. That phrase was “All for one, one for all.”
E pluribus unum simply means “out of many, there is one.” It means we stand together as a union, in good times and bad, in sickness and in health, through tragedy and through celebration. We recognize our unique qualities and diversity yet also lean on our human bond as together we pursue life, liberty, and happiness. This is not a revolutionary idea. It is a motto for all friendships and relationships and it’s loyalty is the fundamental cornerstone of our foundations in life and as a nation.
We need to bring back this motto.
My best friend at work learned this weekend that she has blood cancer. She told me this in a matter-of-fact tone while we were in the parking lot outside work during lunch. She said she got the phone call this weekend from the doctor. He said the cancer may be in the bone marrow and affecting production of red blood cells. When her husband was told the news, he punched a hole in the living room wall.
She’s my age. I’m 41.
Life is strange. One moment you are going along doing your daily routine: work, caring for family, cleaning house, etc. etc. and the next moment, you discover you may only have a few more months left.
I didn’t really know what to say. We hugged. She’s my closest companion at work. She said when the chemo starts, she’ll probably need to quit. She didn’t cry and neither did I. It was just……what it was.
It reminds me of these quotes I saw recently on Facebook:
A friend of mine recently had a beautiful new baby. These are some good songs to play for the bond between a young mother and father and baby:
- You’ll Be In My Heart by Phil Collins. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=git6DCXSqjE
- Danny’s Song by Anne Murray. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9D7ultFfoiM
- Butterfly Kisses by Bob Carlisle. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vmC3rJR7E98
- There Goes My Life by Kenny Chesney. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xP-Sxfntdb4
- Greatest Love of All by Whitney Houston. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pbp6W4N1N9s
- Forever Young by Rod Stewart. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vgiLWNgpXiQ
- I Hope You Dance by Lee Ann Womack https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y2SfmcNg8js
- My Wish by Rascal Flatts. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6eCYb0X9iqM