Sally in the Zen

Confessions of a Befuddled Zen Buddhist

Morning Glory

So I’m sitting there, minding my own business, when I hear a chirp! chirp!

Glancing down at my phone, I see that someone sent me a text message.

I didn’t recognize the number but I still click on the message and open it.

See the penis sticking out?  He’s proud and showing off his penis!

OH. MY. GOD.

Some sick pervert just spammed me!

SICKO!

I opened a message that probably had a virus and was now bugging my phone!

PERVERT!

What the *&^%$ is this crap? 

Then I scrolled down further on the message and a black & white picture rolled up.

I squinted at it, completely confused and truly befuddled.

WHA?

Then I realized that I was looking at an ultrasound, with something highlighted in white in the middle of the shot.

And then I remembered that just a few minutes before, my brother had texted me that he and E were having a boy!  They had been at the doctor’s office and finally found out the gender.  It’s official!

It’s a boy!

Hello, my nephew!  Thank you so much for flashing me with your morning glory.

Uh, I didn’t mean to call you a sicko.

Or a pervert.

Nephew:  Auntie, what’s a pervert?

Me:  uh…

Nephew:  Auntie, what’s *&^%$?  What does it mean? 

Me:  uh oh

Nephew:  one

Auntie Sally in the Zen:  zero

Kid’s not even here yet and he’s winning.

What’s up with that?

Happy Monday, Everyone!

So glad to be back.

Sally in the Zen

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Auntie Sally

When the photo was sent to my phone, I looked at it at all angles.  No matter how I turned my phone left or right, the black and white photo was still fuzzy and weird.

What the heck is it?

David:  It’s an ultrasound of the baby.

Me:  Baby?

David and Evelyn are expecting their first baby!

My brother David is going to be a daddy.

Which will make me a first time auntie.

Aunt Sally.

Auntie Sally.

Has a nice ring to it.

Auntie Sally, I don’t care what anyone says, you’re the bestest auntie in the whole wide world!

Uh, thanks.  I think.

Auntie Sally, you’re the BOMB.

You better believe it, kid.  But I’m still not buying you that iPhone.

Kid, wait til you get a load of us.

To be continued.

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Food, Fun, Family and CAKE

When I visited my brother and sister-in-law last week in New Jersey, I came during a night they were in the middle of baking a vanilla cake. 

A three-layer vanilla cake.

This one, actually.  I witnessed the two-person tag team that made up of David and Evelyn.  David is the baker, while Evelyn is the decorator and designer of the cake. 

I was there to watch David whip up the batches of cake.  I wasn’t there on the day that Evelyn took over and put it together.  I would have loved to watch that part. 

David and Evelyn, if you guys need a taste taster, I’ll do it. 

It’s gotta be done.

It’s a tough job, but I’m willing to do it.

Their portfolio of cakes are many, and quite cute!  Like the one of Evelyn’s niece.

Or the David cake. 

It’s somewhat disturbing to see David cutting into his David Cake.

Or is it just me?

But the “cake” that made me do a double-take is Evelyn’s R2D2 cake.

It’s actually styrofoam underneath the fondant, not an actually cake cake.  This is Evelyn’s prototype, just to see if she could do it.

And yes she did!

Food, fun, family and CAKE!

What a lovely combination.

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Brother of Mine

Happy birthday, brother of mine.  And always wishing you many, many more.

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Belated Thank You

Sometimes I’m oblivious to things that surround me.  Sometimes I have to be smacked over the head for my eyes to really see what’s sitting in front of me.  Well, not literally, but you know what I mean.

It’s a sad fact, but true. 

Yesterday Zen Mum and I were driving down Interstate 695 and we witnessed a rare sight. 

A small band of military vehicles, about six in all (I think), was slowly making its way down the highway, in the lane next to us.  Making up this convoy were humvees and one blue bus. 

Zen Mum noticed them before I did.  She was wondering why there was a beige slip cover over the exterior of a jeep humvee that made up the rear of the convoy.  That was when I pointed out that it was a military vehicle, and realized then that I was looking at a military convoy.

It’s not like I’m completely unfamiliar with the military.  My older brother has served in the Air Force, enlisting straight out of high school until his 30s.  Now he’s a civilian working in the IT field and living in New Jersey with his wife.

As I slowly drove pass the convoy, I was looking at the passengers in the humvees.  They were decked out in full military gear, from helmets to green fatigues.  I caught the eyes of one of the servicemen, and we just spontaneously smiled and waved at each other.

And I did this as I passed each vehicle.  I waved at those who happened to be looking in my direction, and they waved back.

And I realize then that I have never thought or made an effort to say thank you to these special people.

I’m sadly lacking and apologize for that.

To all our service men and women in the armed forces, past and present, and to my brother, for your service, bravery and sacrifice, please accept my belated but heartfelt gratitude.

Thank you.

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