Noury's Creative World…

I am sitting just staring at the computer screen and thinking that I need to change the posting, because Memorial Day is over.

Just had dinner…Sautee sweet potatoes, grilled zucchini, and scrambled eggs.  Two organic eggs.  There are no words to describe how I feel right now after inhaling all that pottage.  I feel like I have a full stomach, but there was no feeling of having had a good meal whatsoever.

I could have eaten a whole bunch of the grass growing outside and the effect would be the same…just thinking…what the heck did I just eat?

Trust me, no memories ingrained in my brain of one nice bite.  My protuberance in what is the part that corresponds to the stomach is growing by the second.  Just feel like I am pregnant, but no sex involved.  Man, this is really bad.

Talking about sex…we better leave it for another day or maybe for another century.  My department cannot even go there.  All I see are little old men looking to grab something that feels like flesh.  That makes them happy.  They can die holding a blob of meat, and that will make them feeling that it was all worth it.

Now…we women, well, me in particular, I care about having cultured companion, slim body, nice haircut, no belly protruding whatsoever, a good dancer, and a world traveller.  Very little to ask…oh, yes, almost forgot, a black credit card.  No limits when we go shopping in Paris.  As you can tell, those kind of male specimens are a rarity at this stage in my life, because the males with all those qualities are looking for someone in their 20’s or 30’s and I am not a spring chicken.  I have been stewed, barbecued and my feathers are totally gray.  But my good sense of humor can compensate for all the lacking.  All the sisters out there that feel like I do, just say “Amen.”

So…if any one of you know someone with the right pedigree, as described above, I have a direct line just in case.  Just got it for that purpose.

If you believed all of the above about me looking for trouble, I really got you good.  Now, on the other hand, I am open for suggestions.

Just having a good time, 363 words and counting…not that bad when you think you have  nothing to write about.

So…it was today…a day of just kicking the keys on the board and having fun.

Your Happy Contessa

“It may smell and look good, but it can taste awful.”  Happy Contessa

Memorial Day is a very meaningful holiday.  We get the opportunity to think about the ultimate sacrifice a human being can do, for his or her country and fellowmen.

It takes special persons to sacrifice their lives for the sake of all of us, so we can have “life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.”  Our unalienable rights.

Let’s be grateful that we have the opportunity to enjoy our freedoms, the joy of being able to partake with our families and friends in celebrating our lives.  And all because of these unselfish human beings that, as I said before, made the ultimate sacrifice.

We salute all of them, and are forever grateful for their sacrifices.

So…it was today…a special day to say “Thank You.”

Your Happy Contessa

“For love of country they accepted death.”  James A. Garfield, 20th President of the United States.  19 November, 1831 – 19 September, 1881.

Sometimes people, animals and things come into our lives for a second, a moment, a season or for a lifetime.

We need to make sure we stay where we are.  That is, in the moment, because those moments, people, animals and things will go away, because it was their time to go away, and life without regrets is a peaceful life.

Be where you are.  That sounds like what does that mean?  If you are having a conversation, listen and look into the other person’s eyes, because they may be telling you something or giving you an answer to something you have been asking yourself what should you do.

Angels and messages sometimes are disguised as an incident or something that happens in the moment, and if we are not present…there goes something important that you needed to comprehend or to see.

Be in your walk, be in your doing the dishes, be in the conversation you are having, be there for you and for others.

Gratitude for being able to be present is the best feeling I always have.

So…it was today…a day to be present for myself and for those around me.

Your Happy Contessa

“Life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it going.”  Tennessee Williams, American writer.  26 March 1911 – 25 February, 1983.

Need to write something to let people know that I am still breathing after the Mothers’ Day posting.

Well…these happy, content, could-care-less-about-anything-cows gave me the perfect idea.

These happy inhabitants of that green pasture were grazing happily ever after about 5 miles off the outskirts of Miami.  Yes, Miami.  Via the Turnpike.  Couldn’t ignore them and this is the poor result of being in a vehicle moving more than 70 miles an hour.  This was the best outcome of those placidly looking cows having their breakfast.  They were better off than me, without coffee in my stomach, due to the fact that after you get past certain age in life, you try not to eat or drink anything until you get to your destination.  Less embarrassment for everybody.  Ahhhh, the fringe benefits of aging.  But I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Well…there you have it.  A posting to substitute the last one, thinking I had nothing to write about.  Do you think those were my ever absent muses disguised as happy cows waving and showing their fingers at me?

Life is so simple.  You just type and the sound of the keyboard have such an enticing sound, that I just feel like clicking away those keys.

Enough!

So…it was today…17 May, 2012…a day to write about cows and nothing much.

Your Happy Contessa

“I don’t want any vegetables, thank you.  I paid for the cow to eat them for me.”  Doug Coupland, Canadian novelist.  30 December, 1961 -.

We humanoids have rituals, traditions and customs.  This coming Sunday, May 13th we celebrate a very important holiday.  Mothers’ Day.

What does it mean…Motherhood.  I believe you have to be one…either biologically or by any other method,  to know the pain, the agony, the glory, the ecstasy that you go through when you are a…Mother.

To those of you that are a mother, my best wishes for a peaceful, and joyful day, even if you are by yourself or surrounded with loved ones.

To those of you that are missing your mother, because she is in Heaven, I only can suggest that you go back and think of the happy and beautiful memories that may bring a smile to your face.  I am positive that she is always around surrounding you with her protection and perfect love.

A mother has given us the opportunity  to go through this passage of having a human experience.

Mama, thank you for being my mother.  Even with all the challenges we have had in our relationship, I am very grateful that I chose you to be my mother.  I have learned through our many years together to be more compassionate, understanding of others and very giving.  Even if you realize it or not, I have become a better human being, just because of you.

My love to all of you blessed mothers.

So…it was today…a day to recognize the unconditional love mothers have for their children.

Your Happy Contessa

“Motherhood is near to divinity.  It is the highest, holiest service to be assumed by mankind.”  Howard W. Hunter, 14th President of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.  14 November, 1907 – 3 March, 1995.

I am reading this book about 1,001 things I can do, or anyone can do when you are not sure what is it that you want to do.

One of the sections is titled “Be An Author.”  I thought about it because to write this blog is one of the things I do where I do not have to clean, exercise, or get my hands dirty, except exercise the few neurons left in my brain, and then is just a matter of sitting and typing away.

Now the question was to myself…there are a lot of people writing stuff that  should be baptized under the name of crapola.  Sometimes when I am watching my “novelas,” that’s my soap operas in Spanish, and I get very intolerant with some of the characters, especially some of the female characters.  They are portrayed as really gorgeous looking, but so, so, oh dumb!  Thanks goodness for the meditation sessions I just started.  They help a lot to calm myself down and be objective.  Just watch and listen.  That’s what I tell myself.  After all, no one is perfect.  Beauty and no brain.  Let’s not talk about the male characters.  A lot of testosterone and definitely total absence of gray material up there.  Nice looking chests I may say.  Have you noticed how all the guys are starting to look like the Hulk?  So huge chests, and tiny little hands to touch them.  Oh well, what gives.  Some of the women are growing large necks and arms that look like wrestlers.  We need to be careful to exercise in moderation or…we are going to become the planet of the hulks.  That’s for another chapter.

Now, everybody is looking to write the next Great American Novel.  I decided I cannot possibly do that, or even try to do that.  I am looking to maybe get an ouput called — The Next Inferior American Novel –so that will take the stress away.

Now that I decided on the category,  let’s see how long it will take me to get going.  Hey, you should know how much of a procrastinator  we writers are.  We only live by bread and water alone.  In your dreams.  I need my 72% chocolate.

So…it was today…a day to ponder about my writing career…or not.

Your Happy Contessa

“There is nothing to writing.  All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”  Ernest Hemingway.  American novelist.  21 July 1899 – 2 July 1961.

Mama Nature never ceases to amaze me…even when the perfect flower is not so perfect.

Therein lies the beauty of Nature.  It never works at doing anything…it just waits patiently for things to evolve and take their course…all without moving a petal.

This morning during my once-in-a-while walk, I was looking for the perfect magnolia, but took a few pictures, because perfection was nowhere to be found.  I became a bit annoyed because I wanted to put a breathtaking picture on today’s posting.  Then after snapping a few photos, my ever restless little mind interpreted the beauty of nature.

It just is…it doesn’t mind if you appreciate it or not…it goes about just being itself.

Breathtaking…

So…it was today…a day to appreciate things as they are.  Not as I would like them to be.

Your Happy Contessa

“Refuse to let an old mindset move into your consciousness.”  Moi

Sometimes we think we have to take the actual road to travel to amazing places.

I am on a quest to take the road less travelled…that one of an internal search to find meaning and fulfillment at this stage of my life.

I think I was not created to color my hair once a month, check the lines and wrinkles grow deeper and find out which cream will do the miracle.  A waste of time and dinero.   I have decided that I worked very hard for these lines and wrinkles and they are my badge of honor.  Have to be positive about a losing battle.

I believe I have found maybe the way to find meaning and fulfillment in whatever stage I am now.  I am not letting you in right at this moment about the way to accomplish such a monumental task, because I have to find out if this actually happens.

Travelling to different parts of the globe, shopping for nice clothing, items for your household is fun and somewhat of a therapy.  But it is like running away from the real and genuine quest for contentment and fulfillment.  If that’s what you are searching for at this moment in your journey.  I am.  I want to be able to be happy, content and at peace when I am doing absolutely nothing.  Not even thinking or moving.

Stuff is just that, stuff.  So I am looking for something intangible that will make me look beyond the stuff and lots of noise because I think I need to be busy and always doing something.  That’s what my life is all about now, being busy doing things to fill my daily hours.  I am ready for the next step in my life.

I am looking forward with much enthusiasm and anticipation to see what new meaning I can bring into my life.  This is so exciting.

So…it was today, 15 April, 2012…taxman day…postponed until next Tuesday.  The check is in the mail 😦

Your Happy Contessa

“Some chocolate always make the day sweeter.”  Your contessa.

Ahhhhh…new beginnings…fresh starts…new opportunities…maybe a new life.

Those are the meanings of Easter for me.  This also includes the spirit of forgiveness.  You cannot love without having the spirit of forgiveness.  One cannot exist without the other.

Also, I am grateful for new opportunities to be a better person, to be kind, be loving, and thoughtful of others.

Jesus set the example…perfect love for all of us, very imperfect beings.  It is not that easy to follow his footsteps sometimes.

I read in a book the following;  God said, if you want to follow me, I will help you; and if you want to try it on your own, I will wait until you call me.

What a compassionate, kind, understanding perfect loving God we have.

So…it was today…7th April, 2012…another day to be grateful for our Almighty loving God.

Happy Easter!!

Your Happy Contessa

“I am not young enough to know everything.”  J.M. Barrie, Scottish author and dramatist, a/k/a the creator of Peter Pan.  9 May, 1860 – 19 June, 1937.

This is the fish that I nurture every day in the inside pool of my apartment.  She is a very smart fish…but of course, she is a she.  She knows when to talk, when to eat and when to sleep. She even knows when to just be quiet.  Great listener too.

I  feed her only vegetarian meals, because I want her to be healthy just like me.  Or so I think.

Emelinda is a great singer too.  Loves to sing me the old good songs from the 50’s, 60’s, and 70’s.  Now you know how old Emelinda is.

Am I losing my marbles?  No…this was my lame attempt to go with the flow of the foolishest day of the year.  For some people everyday is that day.  I wanted to do something out of the ordinary, because April 1st, 2013 is iffy.  Mayans were very smart people and very exact.

HAPPY APRIL FOOL’S DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The things one must do to entertain my audience.  And those muses are still missing or somewhere in the Keys drinking some margaritas on the land of forever Jimmy Buffett singing “wasted away in Margaritaville…”  That’s a great song come to think of it.

So…it was today, 1st April, 2012…a day to be somewhat foolish about writing something about nothing.  I am also appreciative to the readers of 19 countries that honored me last month by reading the way I interpret things.  Thank you, merci y muchas gracias!!!!

Your Happy Contessa

Note:  This fish resides in a pond in the gardens of my living complex.  I was fortunate enough that she was posing for my camera last week being very still and quiet.  Today it became very handy for my made up story. Hope you enjoyed my first very short fiction tryout.