An Open Letter to Current Events

Dear Current Events,

Thank you.

Thank you for providing the juiciest few weeks in court TV...

maybe ever.

At least since Scott Peterson.

And definitely since O.J.

I've logged in more hours on Friday nights to Nancy Grace

 than I am comfortable admitting.

Let's get real here.

And I'm preeeetty sure the Orlando Sentinel's

online readership has increased  ten fold-

by constant click throughs and page refreshers from yours truly.

Things and people not thanking you?

Anyone that lives within five blocks of the Orange County Court House,

Um, Ex-FBI agents in the city of Boston,

and well, that presentation I'm trying to pen

in between googling 'Foxy Noxy parole updates.'

The Championships Wimbledon

Just sitting around.

Watching tennis.

Like all the other cool kids.

I don't know when- or why- I started watching tennis.

And by watching, I don't mean I just cruise the channels

and maybe watch the finals of the U.S. Open if it happens to be on.

I had a strict media black out this morning until I couldn't take it anymore,

and live streamed updates on the Federer match at my desk.

For someone that doesn't even play tennis,

I have a bizarre attachment to the sport.

But, it looks like I'm in good company.

(see above.)

x

A Thought for Thursday

Leaving you with this

Thursday thought friends...

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Plain, and simply,

I love this.

xo



First Day of Summer

Happy First Day of Summer, friends.

Did you know that today you can visit any National Park... for free?

June 21st is also the longest day of the year.

So, for all you happy-go-lucky freelancers,

I wish you amazing adventures today.

Go ahead, hug a tree- it's free!

"And to lose the chance to see frigatebirds soaring in circles above the storm,

or a file of pelicans winging their way homeward

across the crimson afterglow of the sunset,

or a myriad terns flashing in the bright light of midday

as they hover in a shifting maze above the beach --

why, the loss is like the loss of a gallery of the masterpieces of the artists of old time."

-Roosevelt-

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Happy Father's Day

"Live the life you want.

Live it at the highest level you choose."

Wise words, penned to me from my dad.

I'm shooting for the stars dad, everyday.

Happy Father's Day.
xo

P-A-R-I-S

Is there anything more magical or hopeful than a trip to Paris?

Yes.

Winning one!

Jordan is playing Parisian Fairy Godmother to her readers,

and offering one lucky lass a go' at the city of lights.

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I can already taste the macaroons and luxuriously thick chocolate chaud.

Oh to skip down the streets of Paris, baguette in hand

and beret a top my head.

Le sigh.

xo

Weekend Reflections

I've been neglectful of little Big Moon as of late.

The truth is, last weekend was a bit of a wash,

 and I'm just bouncing back.

I was feeling a bit sorry for myself-

 that I wasn't in the place that I wanted to be.

The process leading up to the journey I couldn't make?

It was frustrating. And it caused a slight strain on a friendship so dear to me.

In a funny twist of fate, I ended up coming face to face with someone

I'd never met before, but with whom I have a shared past.

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This weekend I was also humbly reminded how having a 'crush,'

earned it's namesake.

The pendulum of a emotions swing back and forth,

and you stomach goes from butterflies to twisted knots.

Some days are, well, crushing...

but ahem, I'm holding out for repair.

Sunday ended with an icky stomachache and a scowl.

Happy to report, this week has me back on track;

exercising mind, body, and spirit.

I'll be back soon, friends.

With shorter pauses in between.

xo