Nurture Yourself – by Loving Yourself

Flower Painting.webPurple Garden    2014©art by Isadora

Often, we have preconceived notions of who we should be based on our need to fit in. It may start early in our lives because we want to be liked or want to be part of the so called in-crowd. We imagine ourselves to be like others if we dress, talk and act like them. We behave and do things we normally wouldn’t do because we don’t like the feeling of being excluded.

Don’t pretend. Be who you are. You are special.

It isn’t selfish to make yourself a priority. It isn’t selfish to take care of yourself. It isn’t selfish to love yourself. For in doing so, you have much more to give to others. More importantly, you have given yourself a far greater gift of love than anyone could ever give you.

Give Yourself Special love Gifts everyday …..

1. Wake in the morning and say – “Today, I love myself more than yesterday”.

2. Dream more while you’re awake – manifesting positive thoughts creates positive energy.

3. Smile – challenge yourself to make 3 people a day smile.

4. Place all past issues where they belong – in the past. Don’t ruin today because of them.

5. Time heals all things eventually. Give time – time.

6. Don’t compare yourself to others. Their lives may not be so special.

7. Spend time with people over70 – they’ve experienced far more than you and can guide.

8, Spend more time with children under 6 – they know how to play and you’ve forgotten.

9. No matter how you feel – get up, get dressed and be a part of the adventures of life.

10. Live with Energy – Enthusiasm – Empathy – Family – Friends – Faith

Be the ship that travels calm waters to places that nourish you. Cruise away from places that keep you from being who you are. Bring people along with you who let you be you. Discard the others since they will only bring your ship down.

Namaste, Isadora  🙏

2014©written by Isadora

 Michel Pépé : La Vision du Coeur

During this holiday season, take a breathe. We can all get overwhelmed with everything that has to be finished. Perhaps, taking a few minutes to listen to this beautiful piano music video of lovely music from Michelle Pepe could be all you need. Happy Festivity time …!!!


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Santa brought a Schwinn

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Dear Santa,

I forgot to mention I want a bicycle. Thank You …

Dori (my family called me this when I was growing-up)

Those were the words that rattled inside my mind when I saw this very shiny bicycle near our Christmas tree when I was 9 years old on Christmas morning.

I know what most of you are thinking, ‘Why did she believe in Santa Claus at age 9?’ That’s a little old to believe in things that don’t exist.

But, I always believed everything my parents said to me even if classmates said there wasn’t a Santa Claus. Parents wouldn’t fib to their children. Besides, we were taught everyday in Catholic school that lying was a sin. I didn’t want to believe my parents would commit a sin on purpose. My little sister was 5 then and she believed in Santa. Should I have spoiled it for her? No. And so, I believed.

On this Christmas morning, I questioned whether or not I had asked for the right gifts. Although, I had 2 gifts this particular year. It had always been just one. I must have been real good. I was thrilled when I opened my first gift and it was the special Shirley Temple doll I had asked for. She had the prettiest smile and blonde curls. She was wearing a plaid skirt with a crisp white blouse and a beret atop those ringlets of curls. The second gift was the exact beret Shirley Temple wore when I had seen her at the Macy’s store on 5th Avenue. My family had gone into the city to see Santa and all of the wonderful New York decorations. As I think back to that day, my grandmother had taken us to have lunch while my mother did some errands. Doing Santa’s work, I’m sure. Well, he did fulfill my wishes.

But there in the middle of the living room, next to a brightly lit tree, was this blue and white shiny bicycle. It had a giant white bow and my older sisters’ name on it. It was so pretty. It was really very high too. I could barely reach the handle bars. It was gleaming and satiny bright. When my sister saw it she squealed and jump all around the living room. She had a huge smile on her face and slight giggles emitted as she spoke. We all gathered around it as we oohed and aahed.

Excited and ready to get her new bicycle outside, my sister ran into her room to get dressed. I waited in the living room with my Shirley Temple doll. I knew she wasn’t going to be able to ride. When she grabbed her bicycle and was ready to go my mother told her she couldn’t go outside.

Stunned she asked, why?

She was told the bad news. It had snowed 5” during the night. The sidewalks were covered in snow. Well, she wasn’t having any of it. She trotted down the 2 flights of stairs with her new bicycle and went outside. She rode on the snow. Of course, she fell a lot too. It didn’t matter to her. She wasn’t going to be stopped. All of us watched from the window and laughed.

Weeks later the weather improved. Eventually, she gave me a ride on her new bicycle. I didn’t know how to ride a 2 wheel bike. She had to hold onto me and the bike as I attempted to reach the pedals. It was futile. I was too short. Since she had asked for a boys bike with the bar that ran across from the seat to the handle bars my riding days quickly ended. We did have a great many fun rides with me sitting on the back fender while holding onto the seat.

Four years later, when she left home at 18, I was given the bicycle. I learned to ride. But, I was never as interested in bike riding as she was.

I guess I did get the right gifts from Santa that Christmas, after all.

2014©written by Isadora

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Pondering from Mabel – Happy Thanksgiving to Ya’ll

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I’ve been havin’ the grandest time, today. We’d been told last week to be sure to invite family and friends for a special Thanksgiving dinner and show celebration.

Many of the residents don’t have family livin’ close by. We were asked to invite them to sit with our families. Naturally, I invited my good friend, Barbara. Her daughter, husband and grandkids live in Colorado. Unfortunately, they had a bunch of snow and had to cancel their flight. She’ll be joining them for Christmas.

Then, there is the good doctor Wong Cho and his wife, Mary Lou. She’s been under the weather some. It’s her arthritis. Tiny little thing. She always looks real pretty. Her children are traveling overseas right now. They’ll be traveling to San Francisco when they return to celebrate Christmas.

My Tessa came by early this morning and managed to make these slinky threads on my head look real nice. She brought me a special dress to wear too. She’s a good girl. Her husband, Orville, would be meetin’ us at the dining room later.

There was a big crowd when we arrived at the beautifully decorated dining room. The fall colors were a feast for the eyes. The traditional Thanksgiving food was real good too. There was no shortage of conversation. Then, the social director announced we were going to have a gal by the name of Donnalou Stevens sing a few songs for us. This video is the one I enjoyed the most. I hope you do too.

Older Ladies by Donnalou Stevens

Right after, Donnalou, there was a comedian named Ralph Gilman who came out to keep us laughing.
I had Tessa write down some of his quick one liners for me.
Enjoy !!!!!

Q. Name the four seasons.
A.. Salt, pepper, mustard and vinegar

Q. How is dew formed?
A.. The sun shines down on the leaves and makes them perspire.

Q. What  guarantees may a mortgage company insist on?
A.. If you are buying a house they will insist that you are well endowed.

Q. In a democratic society, how important are elections?
A.. Very important. Sex can only happen when a male gets an election.

Q. What are steroids?
A. Things for keeping carpets still on the stairs
(Shoot yourself now , there is little hope)

Q… What happens to your body as you age?
A.. When you get old, so do your bowels and you get intercontinental.

Q. What happens to a boy when he reaches puberty?
A.. He says goodbye to his boyhood and looks forward to his adultery.
(So true)

Q. Name a major disease associated with cigarettes?
A.. Premature death

Q. What is artificial insemination?
A. When the farmer does it to the bull instead of the cow.

Q. How can you delay milk turning sour
A.. Keep it in the cow  (Simple, but brilliant)

Q. How are the main 20 parts of the body categorized? (e.g. The abdomen)
A.. The body is consisted into 3 parts – the brainium, the borax and the abdominal cavity.

The brainium contains the brain, the borax contains the heart and lungs

and the abdominal cavity contains the five bowels: A,E,I,O,U (wtf!)

Q. What is the fibula?
A.. A small lie.

Q. What does ‘varicose’ mean?
A.. Nearby

Q. What is the most common form of birth control?
A.. Most people prevent contraception by wearing a condominium.
(That would work)

Q. Give the meaning of the term ‘Caesarean section’
A.. The caesarean section is a district in Rome.

Q. What is a seizure?
A.. A Roman Emperor.
(Julius Seizure, I came, I saw, I had a fit)

Q. What is a terminal illness?
A. When you are sick at the airport.

Q. What does the word ‘benign’ mean?
A.. Benign is what you will be after you be eight.

Grateful in Our Own Design

I love to see my friends here at the assisted living home smile and laugh.
We sure did that today.
Heck, if we can’t laugh at ourselves than we’re really old farts.
Tell someone a joke from time to time.
It makes the day go better when we can see ourselves in a humorous way.
Happy Thanksgiving Folks …. !!!!
Hugs,  Mabel  🌻


  ***** Mabel is a character I’ve developed for the purpose of writing about life with a tongue-in-cheek sense of humor from a seniors citizens point of view.  


An Interview with Lorna Lee


This week, I’ve traveled to the Northwest to visit with Author Lorna Lee.

Her new book ‘Never Turn Back

is out and ready for you to purchase for your Christmas gift giving.

It’s a  crisp fall day outside. There’s a picture perfect view of trees dressed in their fall colors from Lorna’s living room that’s breathtaking.

A roaring fire and a hot cup of chai tea set the stage for our chat.

Lorna’s blog is Lorna’s Voice. In her words, the blog is a place of ‘Finding the humor in everyday life’

Isadora: Good afternoon, Lorna. You have a lovely home. Your living room is comfy and cozy. Thank you for inviting me for a visit. Before we begin may I say – without taking anything away from your exceptional writing – that your blue eyes are much more stunning in person. Your gravatar doesn’t do their beauty justice. Lorna Lee Photo.web

Lorna: (blushing, making eyes all the more blue and beautiful) Aw, thanks, Izzy. These eyes of mine have gotten me into more trouble than you can imagine. I don’t mean to mesmerize people and cause traffic accidents. That’s why I’ve taken to wearing sun glasses even here in the cloudy Northwest. Safety first, right? 

Isadora: (smiling with a chuckle) Now, who’s this little furry friend whose come to join us? Aren’t you a handsome guy?

Lorna: Izzy! Stop flirting with Phil, my fiance. He’s just heading out to his new job. He does have a lot of hair–kind of like Robbin Williams, huh? Trotting up right behind him is good old Scrappy. I just finished blow-dying him. He refuses to wear that fancy yellow rain coat I bought him. Typical guy: no fashion sense.

Isadora: LOL You sense of humor is perfect for my sparkling lighthearted personality, Lorna. I know your fiancé / unhusband from your unmarriage is quite smitten with you; besides he’s blinded by those eyes. Remember?
Hello Scrappy (head scratch) Now, where was I? Okay, let’s get started.
             The description of your blog is “ Finding the humor in everyday life”. Have you always looked at life in a humorous way or did this come about as a way of coping with unhappy situations?

Lorna: I can’t recall my toddler days, but my mom says I was the clown of the family. She said I often had a witty come back to adults who asked me silly questions. For example, my grandfather asked me what would I do if I was alone in a boat with him. I was about six years old–I know, kind of creepy, huh? I said, “If you were in the boat, then I wouldn’t be alone.” He laughed and told the story about how clever his granddaughter was. So I guess I’ve always had a natural propensity to be light-hearted. Well, except for those hormone-space-cadet teen years when Edgar Allen Poe was my hero and I was quite melodramatic because I thought boys would go for a moody drama queen. 

Isadora: Yes, we all had those years. Why did you start a blog? 

Lorna: I was writing my first book, a memoir, and needed to market it. So I read a book on how to market your book. Having a social media presence was a “must do.” This was not good news to me since I was afraid of Face Book and had never even read a blog. Heck, I didn’t even know what the word “blog” meant. The book I was reading suggested WordPress as the best blog for writers because publishers often “troll” (which I thought was a noun, not a verb) that site for new talent. So I asked my son to give me some pointers on starting a blog and Lorna’s Voice was born.

Isadora: I’m sure you’re son was of great help. Computer savvy and all that !!! Is your blog meeting your expectations? In what way?

Lorna: Absolutely! Actually, it is exceeding my expectations because I had no expectations, not really knowing what to expect. As fate would have it, the very first post i published, “To Be Honest With You…” was Freshly Pressed. As a total blog-dolt, I thought WordPress highlighted the first posts of all new-comers. I had no idea what it meant to be Freshly Pressed, but, on my first day, I got over 3,500 hits and 100+ followers. I just thought WordPress was such a friendly place! I haven’t been FP’ed since. 

Other than that, I’ve met countless blogger buddies with whom I feel very close connections. I’ve helped them; they’ve helped me. I care about them; they care about me. From my blogging experience, I can now understand how people can develop deep personal relationships solely by interacting online. I never thought that was possible, or at least I thought it was dangerous. Now I know differently. At least so far.

Isadora: I remember seeing your blog for the 1st time on Freshly Pressed. Incidentally, I’m so happy I did find you there. You’re posts add sunshine to my day.        
Did you feel pressure after being Freshly Pressed to create outstanding posts? 

Lorna: As I explained earlier, it took me a while to understand that being Freshly Pressed wasn’t WordPress’s version of a Welcome Wagon. Once I understood what it meant,  sure. I tried to come up with clever posts that would surely get the FP nod. After all this time, I’ve given up. I got Freshly Pressed at the best time a blogger could possibly be recognized–when just starting out. Now I do my best to entertain my followers. Having their positive feedback is encouragement enough.

Isadora: I’m sure you’ve answered the question of many bloggers who wonder when they’ll be Freshly Pressed. What I love about your blog – in addition to your humor – is your honesty. Have you had any backlash from your 1st book –  ‘How Was I Supposed to Know? The Adventures of a Girl Whose Name Means Lost, A Memoir‘ because of that honesty.

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Lorna: I have this belief system that tells me if I do something with the best of intentions (which is not to cause harm), then no harm will come to me. So far that’s worked. I can’t count the number of people who have contacted me and thanked me for writing the book. Whether it has inspired them to write their life story or has helped them through a difficult time in their own, or just gave them lots of well-needed belly laughs, they admire me for writing the book the way I wrote it. Only one person that I know of is not happy about the book and that person is “Victor” my ex-husband. He never liked me to speak my voice and he sure isn’t happy that I spoke out in print. By they way, that’s why my blog is called “Lorna’s Voice.” 

Isadora: I believe many woman have started blogs in order to find their voice. Oppressive marriages erase who woman are. You’re a good example of breaking free. I enjoyed your memoir very much because of how raw it is
In your 2nd book – ‘Never Turn Back’ – the main character, Meri, is she based on someone in your life? 

Lorna: Yes. While it is a novel–historical fiction–it is based on the real life of my maternal grandmother and the horrific life she lived. Other characters in the book are also real–my mother and my step-grandfather and a few others. Many events (both personal and historical) are also real. I simply had to make up a great deal of the story so that the facts flowed into a cohesive, compelling story. My grandmother only told us what she wanted us to know. She was very good at keeping secrets!

Isadora: She was no different from many people who kept secrets about their lives or even their health issues which may have had stigmas.
What do you want people to know about your new book ‘Never Turn Back’?

Lorna: This is a very different book (in style) from either my memoir or my blog. Most people know me for my witty (or zany) humor. This novel is not funny. It is quite serious with a few light moments. My grandmother was a tough and stubborn woman. She made decisions that she had to, not the ones she wanted to, in a time in history (World War II) when life was difficult. This book is a study in determination and survival at almost any cost, with many twists and turns of fate.  Just remember, Never Turn Back is not a “feel good” book, although it is story of human survival and clinging to a dream regardless of the odds against it.

Isadora: The books sounds dramatic with overtones of suffering. It’s a page turner. I think it could make a great movie.
Do you have a genre you’d like to do? Is a comedy book something you’d like to explore? The cartoon images with notations on the bottom on your blog posts are hilarious.

Lorna: I’m a notorious “genre-jumper.” Smart writers stick to one genre and develop a following. No one can accuse me of being a smart writer. I do self-deprecating humor very well (the memoir), I can poke fun at just about anything (my blog), I can write serious fiction based on real people and events (my new novel). What else can I do? I was thinking of a crime/mystery with a quirky protagonist (and other characters) who gets into all sorts of trouble just to bring some humor back to my writing. What do you think?

Isadora: It sounds tantalizing and intriguing. I think humor is missing in our day to day lives.
Is there any advice you’d like to tell novice writers and self-publishers that you’ve experienced?

Lorna: The real work begins after you’ve written your manuscript. Hand it over to as many people as possible (including professionals you may have to pay–it’s SO worth it) who will give you constructive criticism–not just accolades (although praise is always nice to hear). You need to hear/see where you need to improve the manuscript. Once all the major editing is done, pay for a sharp-eyed line-editor to scour your text for grammar and typo errors. To self-publishers: unless your job is cover art design, hire someone to do your cover. Just look at the difference between the cover of my first book (self-designed) and the second (professional design). Finally, give your book away to reviewers before you publish so that you can include hopefully great reviews on your cover or when you begin promoting your book.

Isadora: This is all very good advise. You’ve covered a great deal of questions.
Now that you have two published books, do you feel they’ve taken you on the journey you had envisioned? 

Lorna: When I began my career as a writer, I was clueless about the process of writing, publishing, and marketing books. I had visions of just the right person picking up my memoir and passing it onto a publishing house or Hollywood producer. I hold the same vision for Never Turn Back. I know it happens. But the odds are the same as getting struck by lighting twice…Wait! That happened to me! Maybe I’ve got a shot! Really, I’ve discovered that writing is something you do because you must, not because you want to get rich or famous. It’s a great deal deal of work, so it better come from the heart and you better love doing it. Otherwise, it’s just a whole lot of work.

Isadora: LOL Yes, I do remember those lightning strikes in your 1st book. You are a survivor in many, many ways.
What does the future look like for Lorna Lee, the writer?

Lorna: I’ve got a blank journal with creative prompts on each page. I’m going to do some creative writing to get me in the mood to decide if I want to tackle another book-length project. My blog needs my attention, too. 

Isadora: What does Lorna Lee want for her future?

Lorna: My future? I’ve never looked too far ahead, Izzy. Maybe that’s why I’m such a klutz! I’m a moment-to-moment kind of gal. Right now I’m happy that such a sweet friend like you took the time to talk with me. I trust that each next moment will be just fine. If it’s really bizarre, I’ll blog about it. If I was going to have a tombstone, the epitaph would read, “She never saw it coming.” Because I just never think about the future!

Isadora: Perhaps, too many plans can deprive us from enjoying the now. I want to THANK YOU Lorna for a lovely afternoon. It’s been fantastic learning more about you and cuddly with Scrappy. I wish you a great deal of success for ‘Never Turn Back’. I hope to see your future aspirations come true.

Lorna: Since I don’t have any future aspirations, I’m sure they all will! Thanks, Izzy!

For anyone who hasn’t visited Lorna’s Voice  here is a blog post ‘Starve a Cold a Freshly Pressed Fever’.

This will introduce you to her hilarious humor. Scrappy is a terrific star in this one.

Interview and publishing rights for Lorna Lee are ©2014by Isadora




Nurture Yourself – Believe


I Believe…

That we don’t have to change friends if

We understand that friends change.

I Believe…

That no matter how good a friend is,

They’re going to hurt you

Every once in a while

And you must forgive them for that.

I Believe…

That true friendship continues to grow,

Even over the longest distance.

I Believe…

That you can do something in an instant

That will give you heartache for life.

I Believe….

That it takes a long time

To become the person you want to be.

I Believe…

That you can keep going

Long after you think you can’t.


I Believe…

That we are responsible for what we do,

I Believe…

That either you control your attitude or it controls you

I Believe…

That your best friend and you can do anything or nothing

And have the best time.

I Believe…

That sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you’re
Down will be the ones to help you get back up.

I Believe…

That sometimes when you’re angry

You have the right to be angry, but that

Doesn’t give you the right to be cruel.

I Believe…

That maturity has more to do with the experiences you’ve had

And what you’ve learned from them

And less to do with how many birthdays you’ve celebrated.


I Believe…

That no matter how badly 
Your heart is broken,

The world doesn’t stop for your grief.

I Believe…

That our background and circumstances

May have influenced who we are, but

We are responsible for who we have become.

I Believe…

Two people can look at the same

Thing and see something totally different.

I Believe…

That even when you think 
You have no more to give,

When a friend cries out to you,

You will find the strength to help.

I Believe…

That credentials on the wall

Do not make you a decent human being.

I Believe…

That the people you care about

Most in life are taken from you too soon.

“I believe”Elvis Presley


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Pondering from Mabel – Punography

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Mabel says ….

There was a lecture on Friday at the recreation center here at my assisted living facility. It was called ‘How to keep your brain young’.

Can you imagine having a young brain in an old body? I just about fell off my chair when I heard the real nice fella say that.

His name was Howard Hall. He wanted us to call him HH. Did he think we’d forget his name?

He said we could keep our brains from slowly dying. Well, I suppose those weren’t his exact words. It doesn’t matter. He said he wanted us to do things with our brains so we could stay more alert.

It got me to thinkin’ about all those books I used to read when Fred and I lived on the farm.

I could read a book in one night if I wasn’t tired from workin’ on the farm all day.

We didn’t have television or computers then. No, we didn’t.

In fact, some folks didn’t have electricity on their farms.

Nope … just a lantern and the light of the moon.

We’d sit out on the front porch and look up at the moon

while we listened to the crickets playing their nightly song.

People did a lot more talkin’ and I guess a lot more spooning.

I like readin’ the newspaper in the morning with my cup of tea.

I know it has lots of bad news in it but I find some fun things too.

I always like to do the crossword puzzle.

The colorful funnies are good for a laugh or two.

Now, I’ve discovered some word fun is being added from time to time.

Here’s some Punography I read today.


I tried to catch some fog. I mist. ·

When chemists die, they barium.

Jokes about German sausage are the wurst.

 A soldier who survived mustard gas and pepper spray is now a seasoned veteran.

 I know a guy who’s addicted to brake fluid. He says he can stop any time.

How does Moses make his tea? Hebrews it.

I stayed up all night to see where the sun went.Then it dawned on me.

This girl said she recognized me from the vegetarian club, but I’d never met herbivore.

 I’m reading a book about anti-gravity. I can’t put it down.

 I did a theatrical performance about puns. It was a play on words .

 They told me I had type A blood, but it was a type-O.

This dyslexic man walks into a bra .

 PMS jokes aren’t funny, period.

 I didn’t like my beard at first. Then it grew on me.

A cross-eyed teacher lost her job because she couldn’t control her pupils? ·

When you get a bladder infection, urine trouble.

 What does a clock do when it’s hungry? It goes back four seconds.

I wondered why the baseball was getting bigger. Then it hit me!

 Broken pencils are pointless.

England has no kidney bank, but it does have a Liverpool .

 I used to be a banker, but then I lost interest.

I dropped out of communism class because of lousy Marx.

All the toilets in London police stations have been stolen. Police say they have nothing to go on.

 I took the job at a bakery because I kneaded dough.

Velcro – what a rip off!

Cartoonist found dead in home. Details are sketchy

What do you call a dinosaur with an extensive vocabulary? A thesaurus.

I hope you had a good laugh. I did.

Comeback and see what else I’m pondering ….. Mabel    💗


***** FICTION: Mabel is a ficticious character I’ve created. Any similarities to anyone living ot otherwise is purely coincidental.


Nurture Yourself – Love your LIFE

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  Too often, we focus on the negative things in our lives.

We lose sight of the wonderful things we do have.

We take for granted those we see everyday because they’re there.

To get around that, I have a 3 hugs a day for 15 seconds rule.

It’s unexpected when given at a spontaneous moment.

It nurtures you by filling you with unimpeded pure love.

It helps those you LOVE know you love them.

And, makes you appreciate that you are loved in return.




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The first time I fell in LOVE with Carlos Santana was when I heard him play ….. Maria Maria

Then, when I learned he was born on my birthday and in the same year – July 20, 1947 – I was hooked.

I felt we were connected in some way. Okay, so he was born in Autlan de Novarra, Mexico and I in Brooklyn, New York. But, his sound is so powerful and you feel transported to unimagined heights.

His newest video is a collaboration with Jaunes called ‘La Flaca’.
Santana – La Flaca ft. Juanes


Influenced by his Latin roots, Carlos Santana is an award winning Hall of Fame guitarist and rock bandleader. H’s been active in the blues and pop song culture for over 40 years.
He first recorded with his band Santana in 1969, combining electrified blues guitar and Afro-Cuban rhythms into a groovy, danceable blend. Santana was a big part of the San Francisco music scene, and their hit 1970 album Abraxas has been a reliable seller for three decades. It features some of Santana’s best known songs, including “Black Magic Woman” and “Oye Como Va.” The personnel in the band Santana has changed many times over the years, and Carlos has worked with several other popular artists, including Buddy Miles, Herbie Hancock, Willie Nelson and Dave Matthews. In 1999 Santana again made a major splash on the charts with the album Supernatural, which featured the hit single “Smooth.” Santana took home eight Grammy Awards for the album, including record of the year, album of the year, best rock album, and five other awards. It tied Santana with Michael Jackson (and his 1984 album Thriller) for the most Grammy Awards won in one night.
Maria Maria is a song by Santana featuring The Product G&B. It reached number one on the Billboard Hot 100 on April 8, 2000, and stayed there for ten weeks. At the 2000 Grammy Awards, the song won the Grammy for Best Pop Performance by a Duo or Group with Vocal. Despite other lead singers from the album receiving awards, The Product G&B were, for some reason, not honored with a Grammy. Marc Anthony also sang on a version of the song. info wikipedia

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La Flaca Lyrics

En la vida conoci mujer igual a la flaca
Coral negro de La Habana
tremendisima mulata
Cien libras de piel y hueso
40 kilos de salsa
y en la cara los soles
que sin palabras hablan.
que sin palabras hablan.
La flaca duerme de dia
dice que asi el hambre engana
cuando cae la noche
baja a bailar a la tasca
Y bailar y bailar
y tomar y tomar
una cerveza tras otra
pero ella nunca engorda,
pero ella nunca engorda.
Por un beso de la flaca
daria lo que fuera
por un beso de ella
aunque solo uno fuera.
Por un beso de la flaca
daria lo que fuera
por un beso de ella
aunque solo uno fuera.
Aunque solo uno fuera.
Coge mis sabanas blancas
como dice la cancion
recordando las caricias
que me brindo el primer dia y
Enloquezco de ganas de dormir a su ladito
porque Dios que esta flaca a
mi me tiene loquito.
A mi me tiene loquito.
Por un beso de la flaca
yo daria lo que fuera
por un beso de ella
aunque solo uno fuera.
Por un beso de la flaca
yo daria lo que fuera
por un beso de ella
aunque solo uno fuera.
Aunque solo uno fuera.
Aunque solo uno fuera.
Aunque solo uno fuera.
Aunque solo uno fuera.
Aunque solo uno fuera.
Aunque solo uno fuera.
Aunque solo uno fuera.
Aunque solo uno fuera.
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Pondering From Mabel

imagesCAYN3F15 - CopyPondering from Mabel …..

Welcome to all my returning Mabel friends.
It’s been along time since I’ve chatted with ya’ll.

This summer was brutally hot. I spent many pleasant evenings sitting out on the front porch visiting with my neighbors.

We’re fortunate here that my Assisted Living facility has a very nice olympic sized pool.

Of course, they should have a dress code for these elderly swimmers.

I declare it isn’t pretty. Well, except for cute little Mary Lou.

You remember her, she’s married to the retired doctor Wong Cho. There isn’t an ounce of fat on that pretty little thing.

Then, there’s Harper. He’s a 6’ tall, gray haired and a former olympic swimmer from his younger days.

He’s Austrian. He says they skinny dip in his country. Good Lord, whatever are they thinkin’?

I guess I should be happy he puts a speedo on.

Maybe someone oughta tell him, he isn’t so young anymore. He has more wrinkles than a white shirt waitin’ to be pressed.

As you know, it’s Autumn and the days are getting shorter and cooler. I find it real nice to sit by the lake watching the ducks and readin’ the newspaper.

This morning, I read some funny things I thought you might like.


The Washington Post has published the winning submissions to its yearly  contest, in which readers are asked to supply alternate meanings for common words.
And the winners are:

1. Coffee, n.  The person upon whom one coughs.

2. Flabbergasted, adj. Appalled by discovering how much weight one has gained.

3.  Abdicate, v. To give up all hope of ever having a flat stomach.

4. Esplanade, v.  To attempt an explanation while drunk.

5. Willy-nilly, adj.  Impotent.

6.  Negligent, adj. Absent minded – answering the door when wearing only a nightgown.

7. Lymph, v.  To walk with a lisp.

8. Gargoyle, n.  Olive-flavored mouthwash.

9. Flatulence, n.  Emergency vehicle that picks up someone who has been run over by a steamroller.

10. Balderdash, n. A rapidly receding hairline.

11. Circumvent, n. An opening in the front of boxer shorts worn by Jewish men.

12. Testicle, n.  A humorous question on an exam.

13. Rectitude, n.  The formal – dignified bearing adopted by proctologists.

14. Pokemon, n. A Rastafarian proctologist.

15. Oyster, n. A person who sprinkles his conversation with Yiddishisms.

16. Frisbeetarianism, n. The belief that, after death, the soul flies up onto the roof and gets stuck there.



 ~~~~~ Life is too short to be anything but happy. ~~~~~

Come back real soon and see what else I’m pondering ….. Mabel

2014© written by Isadora

******* Mabel is a fictional character that I’ve created. Any similarities to persons are purely coincidental.


Life Waning

Flower amber drying.web                     Life Waning                  2014©photography by Isadora

Gardening is the art that uses flowers and plants as paint and the soil and sky as canvas.
~~~ Elizabeth Murray ~~~

When the time has come for precious flowers to leave us,
they play a cherished symphony of shades of color for us to further enjoy.
Too often our fear of endings grasps our emotions
We banish them to the disposable world
And their beauty ends too soon.

~~~ Not where I breathe, ~~~
But where I Love ….
I Live

Transcendence (Orchestral)- Lindsey Stirling


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