Change of Heart

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I used to resent special treatment.  I can hold my own door, thank you.  The other day I had a change of heart.  Two gentlemen stood on either side of the elevator and held it while I got on.  Wow.  Was my heart ever a puddle of love and respect for them.  I wanted to reciprocate.   Did it ever start a conversation in my head for the rest of the day.  I queried.  I introspected.  I wondered.  I understand the women that don’t want this.  I used to see it as pandering.  Thinking to myself, “Oh yeah, now what?  My number?  My address?”

Instead these men just kindly continued to discuss a deal they’re working on.  They just were humbly doing what they felt good doing.  That was holding the elevator for a woman.

I’d say their mamas raised them right.

Thank You to the men who just want to Do Right in their place in society.  They crave the peace that comes from Nobility.  From Dignity.  From Being True Gentlemen.

On the Other Hand, I will Do My Best to Be a Lady.  Kind.  Virtuous. Discreet.

Here’s to Chivalrous Men.  Here’s to Ladylike Women.

Have a Wonderful Weekend Lovelies.

xoxo

 

My Heart is Burning

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With Indignation.  My Cheeks Redden.  This is Not a Happy Post.  But I am Compelled.

It’s a Memory Stirring My Heart.  A Few Years Back I Nannied a Sweet Little Sheik Boy.  His Dad a True Gentleman.  A Pediatric Oncologist.  His Precious Innocent Little Wife was a Radiologist.

She was taking Swimming Lessons for the First Time at 35.  He Surprised her with a Speedo Bathing Suit.  That Kind of Innocence.  That Kind of Dream Marriage.  That Kind of “Thank You for Blessing Our Country.” Kind of Perfection.

One Day the Lovely Woman Pulled me Aside.  Tears Brimming Her Beautiful Soulful Brown Eyes.

“Jeannine, do I smell…?”…..Oh My Heart Breaks as I type this…

“No Darling, why do you ask?”

A Tear Spills Over…..”Because a lady at work says I smell…and that we should cook our curry in our garage so our clothes don’t smell….”

I Think she Felt my Heart Breaking.  My Heart Broke.  How can People Be so Unkind?  How can we not be Gentle with each other?  Do they not See Her? Little Mrs.  First Time Swimming Lesson Innocence?  Mrs. Silently Cry when she Leaves Her Precious Baby Every Day?  Mrs. Tender Hearted Perfection?

Well if They Can’t, I Sure Will.  Today and Everyday, No One is Mistreated By Me.  Not On Purpose Anyway.  No One Should Have to Bear My Moods.  My Prejudices.  My Unkind UnEvolved Soul.

It Started in the Heart and Mind.  Think Peaceful Happy Thoughts.  Kind Loving Thoughts.  Then we won’t Need To Monitor Our Mouths.

For Out of the Heart, The Mouth Speaketh.

 

I Love You. xoxo

 

Can I Have Your Name Please?

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The Dreaded Question.  My Name is Long.  Convoluted.  Some would Say Pretty.  I’ve Come to Terms with It.  It is French, After All.  I Adore All Things French.

So the Spelling…Jeannine….is Tricky for Even the Brilliant.

Starbucks can be Tricky.

“Can I have your name please?”  …”Sure…it’s Jeannine..”…

The Barista stares without comprehending for a moment at the screen trying to imagine the spelling.  The inevitable question becomes, “Can you spell that?”.  “okay, so J….”…”G?”…”No, J…”.  And So It Begins.

Sometimes I just say “Janine.”  That seems easier.

Today I had an Epiphany.

I, on a whim, decided to say “Susan.”  It was Brilliant.  No Questions Asked.  No Spelling Needed.  Win!  I Felt a Giggle well up in my tummy.  Humour on Monday Morning.  Win!  A Chance to Practice My Memory Skills by having to Actively Listen for “Susan” and responding in kind instead of Just Crickets as the barista stares and motions with the drink.  You know, the “two pump” I call it.  The double nod and the double fist pump as they try to entice you out of your reverie and forward to grab the drink you ordered. WIN!!

So today, it’s Susan.  Tomorrow it’ll be Chris.  If they ask me if its a C or a K…that’s still easier than…”there’s two n’s in the middle?”…”oh so like Jean-nine…!!”…

Yep, thanks Parents…love you so much, but honestly the name is a pain in the pahoukie (behind in Hawaiian)

Love you, Happy Monday!

Susan

 

Thank You, Happy Whistler

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Walking through the atrium to work yesterday, a Beautifully Dressed Man Broadly Smiled at Me.  Touched To My Core by Its Genuine, I Smiled Back.  Walking a Few Steps Away, I heard him start to Cheerfully Whistle a Contemporary Hymn.  It Reverberated off the Granite Walls of the Atrium.  My Eyes Filled with Happy Tears as My Steps Slowed. My Heart Melted.

The Hymn my Children used to Sing when they were Little at Assemblies …

“Bless the Lord, Oh My Soul…Oh My Soul, Worship His Holy Name…Sing Like Never Before, Oh My Soul, Worship His Holy Name…

I Stayed with my Back to Him,  My Footsteps had Stopped.  There was a Moment of Stillness in that Atrium. I will Remember That Moment til My Last Breath.  I Don’t Know Who He is, But He Has My Honour.  My Respect.  My Gratitude.

I Felt Touched By an Angel…in a Beautifully Tailored Suit and a Broad Grin.

Happy Whistling..

xoxo

Distraction Works

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I slept Like a Log last Night.  Unable to Shower, I Decided to Distract Unfortunate Passersby from my Bed Head with a Loud Skirt.  Long.  Puffy.  Color Blocked.

The Cabbie Liked It.  A Gentleman with a Cane as I Hurried My Just Sprung Out of Bed Behind into Banker’s Hall Liked it.  Beautifully Tailored Suited Men Liked It.  A little Girl in a Red Jacket Liked it. My Boss was Speechless Over It.

Let’s Just Say it Was a Hit.

So Lesson Learned.  Big Bold Fashion Statements when the Hair is More Than Usual Disheveled and the Sleep is Still Being Wiped From Your Eyes.

Love Y’all.  You’re One More Fashion Tip Overloaded.

xoxo

Sedate Games of Poker

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A group of Female Lawyers are Playing Poker for United Way.  It’s really Quite Adorable.  There’s a lot of Explaining for the Dealer.  A lot of Clutching Cards in Well Manicured Nails.  A lot of Horn Rimmed Glasses and Small Printed Blouses.  I’ve Come to Love These Women.  Corporate Female Lawyers are Very Strong.   Highly Intelligent.  Wonderfully Kind.  Levelheaded.  Patient.

There’s Something in the eyes of Dedication.  Studious.  They know how to Endure to the End Game.  Self Propelled.  Disciplined.

It’s Really True Gorgeousness.

Thank You to Brilliant Female Lawyers.  Your Giggles and Your Earnest Kindness Spoke Volumes to Me.

So Proud of My Gender Tonight.

And Inspired.

xo Love Your Female Counterpart

Jeannine

Specially Standard…

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Both Words are being used around the office describing Thanksgiving on the weekend.

“It was nice, you know…Pretty Standard…”

“Oh yeah, it was Super Special this year…”

And when it comes to Traditions, Standard is, in my opinion, Special.  It’s Standardly Special to have Mom’s Stuffing Recipe.  Squash because it was Dad’s Favourite.  Ambrosia Salad because what is Thanksgiving Dinner without the cheesy tacky marshmallow cherry salad?

Special in the Way of New Friends Made.

Old Ones Treasured.

Catching up and Reminiscing.

Children’s Laughter.

A lot of Remember Whens…

So Grateful for Family and Friends.  Old and New.