Your Not Just My Readers, Your My Friends

“Proud to have served”

I am taking a break from writing my blog.  Many of you have followed along to watch a life transform through many issues.  I hope to return in due time.

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Flowers are infused with symbolism and meaning.

Flowers are infused with symbolism and meaning.

Clinching my teeth together,  I had determined to keep my cool and march on with the task ahead.  Isn’t it any wonder many of us aren’t scuffling more than ever with the added stress of life’s continual barrage of stimuli?   Guess What!  I’ve changed.   I don’t mind saying to someone, “Kiss my ass!”  God that felt good to do that.

Recently a friend died and I was reminded by her daughter how much my photography meant to her.  They talked weekly and in each conversation,  the mother would tell the daughter, ” Did you see those beautiful flower shots Alesia took?”   This touched me.

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Cannabis And All Its Medicinal Purposes

image I love discussing lifestyle choices.  Surprises never cease to amaze me though.  Recently I shared about my buddy and our hysterical exchange of words (think POT).

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A Good Husband Always Makes Sure..

Alesia always has Retro 1970's playing on her 5 mile walk everyday!

Alesia always has Retro 1970’s playing on her 5 mile walk everyday!

A good husband always makes sure to tell his wife she is the boss.  This truth played out pretty comically the other day.

My son and I headed over to our favorite Thai “joint”.  The Thai man at the cash register is well known to me.  He took our order and then we started chatting.

“Hey I really like your music choices.”  I said as we could hear sublimely the 1970’s hit Carry On Your Wayward Son playing in the background.

Dressed like a punk star with his Rocky Stallone hat on and  gray, stringy oily hair hanging out of it,  he stated in his broken Thaiglish, “Oh, yes we pipe in 70’s music from Thailand.”   Now mind you, this guy owns this restaurant with his wife.

Gullible me naively said,  ” Really, wow.”

Laughing he says to me, “You too funny.”  We both start laughing.

I said to him, “Good thing you are only over the radio station selection and your wife runs everything else!”

“Oh, yeah, she boss, but I no like it. ”

“What are you afraid of?  She is probably great at doing the business side of things.”

He bows his head down gently shaking his head side to side in a no gesture and looks up to me, “oh no. She too bossy.  I just want her to relax some.”

Jokingly I said, “Maybe you need to get her some weed.”

In a flash of a millisecond, my Thai friend has a sparkle in his eye and pronounces to all to hear,  ” Oh, I grow my own.   You want to smell my stuff?  I have the best.  It is hybrid.”

My eyes get wide open and I am not sure what to say, but hell I might as well smell it.  I never answered his question, but he proceeded to pull out a small, plastic  tube that typically would hold camera film and opened the lid to the sweetest odor I had ever come across.

My son smells it too and states, “Hey, it smells like Rosemary.”

The Thai owner excitedly says, “yeah, it hybrid.”

I  said for fun’s sake, “Hey, you need to invite me to your next party.”  He got very excited and said to me he would like it very much if I came and smoked with him.   We all had a good laugh until his wife came out.  He became very serious again and we knew the “boss” had just shown up.

Within a few minutes our food is done and a younger gal from the back who was listening in on our conversation  gave me the meals and whispered in my ear  with her broken Thaiglish, “Hey you have party, I want to be your groupie.”  I thought I must be the “hit” of the day in that restaurant.

I put my arm around her and whispered back,  “Sure, You can groupie along with me anytime!”  At that point, my son was about to have a heart attack listening to his crazy mother and pulled me out the front door quickly.

All along, I was thinking it is a good idea that the wife is the boss!  But I still would rather hang out with her husband.  Although, I’d bet money she is smoking that hybrid weed too.


I Am Very Curious

I am a very curious individual, but it does not seem enough.  Let me give you an example.  Last week I was in a not so nice side of town needing gas so I stopped.

Here is me – a typical woman well-not really pumping gas.  Next to the curb is a  woman dressed scantily with a low-cut blouse with a hollow between her breasts that could make the Grand Canyon not seem deep enough.  I swear she had no underwear on, but I was not about to go look.  She was holding onto tightly what looked like two boxes of girl scout cookies.  Let me interject now.  I do not think she was selling those.

Life is not always as beautiful as this photo.

Life is not always as beautiful as this photo.

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Taking It Deeper


Mother would sew all our clothes.  Some of you could relate.  She would never waste one piece of fabric.

While growing up in my youth on Hawaii, I found coconut trees to be interesting plants.  Each year coconut trees and their parts are utilized in one form or fashion producing all kinds of products.  Not much is wasted from this Palm tree.

What’s up with our society today that wants to waste everything in sight? It is just a shame.  Taking it deeper, I am reminded that we are to be good stewards of our planet.  

As a youth, we had a coconut tree .  I was just like a monkey and would climb it.   It was because of a double dare from play ground friends. I was tough!

More toughness is needed to keep nature the way it is. I am not surprised when I see with my very own eyes that we are not good stewards of our environment.  We all have a  part to play. 

I am fortunate I can sit here and write these words. It is a blessing that after decades of working, I am able to enjoy the beauty that surrounds me.  Taking it deeper, I realize I need to do my part in keeping our beauty the way it is. I have joined organizations to do a small contribution.  What else can we do?  I would love hearing from my readers how they  see the world around them. 

I guess I may be off climbing another palm tree soon.. What about you?  Or may be taking a drive around the next bend to give one perspective..I don’t have to drive too far for that..

Photo by Alesiablogs – Chuckanut Drive, WA

Behind Closed Doors

  I have a great view out my upstairs bedroom window.  My bed faces it and with no curtains, I awake to an unobstructed scenic tree filled visual.  It’s how I begin my day.
Many of us think visually.  I would like to think I am a word person.  Yet, each morning I bask in that morning glory. In fact, visual sequences in my day will typically fill my mind with words. It is my job to get those words written down.

Recently with all the summer activities, my writing has turned a back seat.  It certainly is not forgotten.  I love daily writing as well as writing that may come slower as it is for me in the season I am in at present .

The other day I was enjoying a conversation with my cousin.  She reminded me of how we are all intertwined with each other. Each of us bring value to each other.  There is no one better than anyone else or less.  We are all on this journey together. 

Singularly I am crossing into new paths.  Those paths are no different than anyone else’s yet they are unique to myself.

Writing, therefore, brings me such joy yet I am always looking visually for that new inspiration.  Behind closed doors does not mean you are at your keyboard alone without some kind of inspiration. Although I know those kind of writers. I hate you by the way!!!

Many of you write with such amazing clarity. I know I was not meant to be that one of writer.  The ultimate endgame for me is to make it all make sense at the end. My sense may not mean your sense. That bears being repeated, but why insult your intelligence? 

If you think you know me , guess again. I may have one more story up my sleeve to make you wonder..

What is your inspiration?   I have been on a weight loss journey so I am sure I will be talking more about that in the upcoming posts along with my photography.  I was asked to photograph a local Seattle band called The Whiskey Barrel Band. What an honor that experience turned out to be. 

 The Whiskey Barrel Band 


Alesiablogs hits 35 lbs lost. Stay tuned to see what she does next!  I am thinking of hiking some mountains in the area! Now that would make some amazing photography..