"My life is very much linked to my cooking.
"I don't think I'm ever at that place of blissful joy as much as when I am when I'm cooking and "serving it forth" for people.
"I know I'm a good cook, but that doesn't matter. A famous chef I know once said to me "you're only as good as your last meal," so 100 good meals mean nothing if you put something in front of people which is not good.
"So, everytime I put out food, see the smiles, hear the comments, loud, soft or otherwise, yeah, that makes me jump for joy.
"It makes me say to myself "THAT DISH KICKED BUTT."
"The frosting on the cake, to keep the food metaphor, is when people who have had a particular dish, ask for it again. Now THAT makes me LEAP for joy - I cooked something memorable, in a good way." - Norman, 2009
Showing posts with label Jumping for Joy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jumping for Joy. Show all posts
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Todd Jumps for Joy
"Back in February of this year I went to Cancun for the first time. My most memorable experience while there was swimming with the dolphins. You can tell by the smile on my face that I was jumping for joy inside.
"Also as of this week I have run over 1000 miles so far this calendar year. I'm actually approaching having run 200 days straight as well on a quest to run every day for a year. This photo is a picture of my mother and I as we warm up for a 5K run this past Memorial Day. This is the second year we've run this together and I'm hoping that we'll get my dad to run it with us next year since he actually ran track and field in High School. That would make both mom and me jump for joy." Best,Todd, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Randy Jumps for Joy
"Hey Andrew, Way back when you first asked for 'Jumps', I thought that one of my favorite things is to be driving home at night and have no one else on the road, in front or behind me ( the head lights can be so irritating ) You have to remember, I'm living back home in Indiana. And getting to use the high beam head lights on my Jeep is a thrill, after living in LA all those years and never having that pleasure, because of all the traffic. BUT, the thing that really makes me Jump for Joy, is when I get home at night, to be able to walk past my Mother's bedroom and "hear" her sleeping peacefully. That's the most joyful noise in the World. Hope all is well ....xx..." Randy, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
Kristin Jumps for Joy
"As far as what makes me jump for joy, gosh, lots and lots of things. I find joy in the simplest things and the grandest things and everything in between. Of course it’s easy to find joy in the larger than life things– like rafting down the Grand Canyon or doing yoga at a New Zealand retreat. Those are “big joy” things. I guess feeling joy from the simple, everyday things is what sustains me daily. Like going for a run on the Coastal Trail, meeting friends for dinner, or exchanging a smile with a total stranger. It’s the little (but really huge) stuff like that." -Kristin, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Andrew Jumps for Joy for Roland
'For the one I love most lay
Sleeping by me under the same
Cover in the cool night,
In the stillness in the autumn
Moonbeams
His face was
Inclined toward me,
And his arm lay lightly around
My breast, and that night
I was happy"
-Walt Whitman
Sleeping by me under the same
Cover in the cool night,
In the stillness in the autumn
Moonbeams
His face was
Inclined toward me,
And his arm lay lightly around
My breast, and that night
I was happy"
-Walt Whitman
Monday, August 3, 2009
Jumping for Joy on the Carousel on the Mall in DC w/Ro
Ro and I took a trip to DC this weekend and before enjoying some museums, caught a ride on the carousel on the Mall. Listen carefully to the audio and also, there's a shot towards the end that reveals that we're the only ones on the Carousel! It was goofy fun...!
Friday, July 24, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
Norman Jumps for Joy All Over Again
It's been awhile since I've posted but things are back on track on this end after Pride and my San Francisco trip. Thought I would share this with all of you as it is a letter that really moved me after Chris' Jumping for Joy a couple weeks ago.
"You know, I've been sitting here, for about two weeks, moaning about how pitiful I am, with the hernia, and the shin splints that I developed - in the course of making myself much healthier - and then I read Chris' piece.
"It's something like that that puts everything in perspective. The hell with self pity, the hell with feeling sorry for myself. Get up there, get the crap done, and get back on your feet. So, thanks Chris, thanks Andrew. It's just what I needed" - Norman
"You know, I've been sitting here, for about two weeks, moaning about how pitiful I am, with the hernia, and the shin splints that I developed - in the course of making myself much healthier - and then I read Chris' piece.
"It's something like that that puts everything in perspective. The hell with self pity, the hell with feeling sorry for myself. Get up there, get the crap done, and get back on your feet. So, thanks Chris, thanks Andrew. It's just what I needed" - Norman
Monday, July 13, 2009
Roger Jumps for Joy
The lights dim. Ben is announced. He takes the cursory bow and proceeds to the bench. For a split second, I scan the hall. There’s Mom…I’ll move over there in a little while and sit with her. There’s my brother and sister-in-law…Ben’s older brother Sam (good, I’m glad he could put aside the normal sibling rivalry and make an appearance)…Granny and Grandpa (the kid’s other grandparents, they are so cool)…my sister and her husband, that’s nice…and…Holy Mother of God! Dad and Ruth? That’s a whole long dramatic story spanning forty-five years of family history, gossip and legend. Suffice it to say, I was a bit unsettled by the potential for misbehavior and family fireworks. And, who are these kids taking up two rows down front?
Nice paper. Good layout and print. A bio? The kid’s got a bio!?!? You got to be kidding me! Harrumph! What will I have to endure this evening? Hey, didn’t you used to wear glasses? When did you get so tall and trim? Man, I need to get out and see the family more often. Dang, boy, I wish I was that handsome when I was 17! You got that tall, dark and handsome curse thing going on! Yup, you’ll be breaking lots of hearts, son.
After the standard performers calming breath before a piece, Ben begins. …and I can no longer breathe. With refined technique, Bach’s Sinfonia No. 1 in C Major is delivered with skill and mastery not seen in advanced college-aged students. From my seat, enthralled, trying to breathe, I watch his face as he visibly tells me what my ears are hearing. On to a Gershwin Prelude and Rachmaninoff’s Prelude in C# minor! I am helpless, still trying to breathe on my own, and taken on a ride of exquisite musical emotion, sensitivity and humanity. The others in the hall have faded away. I am subject to the artist’s breath and heart beat.
Beethoven. Brahms. DeBussy. Joplin. During a break I gather my emotions and move over to sit with Mom. “Glad you could make it, Son.” “Me, too, Mom. Me, too.” Ben’s Mom, my sister-in-law, turns around to say hello, leaves her seat and heads up the aisle out the back door.
What’s next on the program? “There Is A Fountain”…Traditional American Melody. I don’t recognize the name. No matter, I have a long-standing affection for American music and I’m sure I’ll like it.
The short break is over and Ben returns to the stage followed by his Mom, Suzie. What the…? When we were in college, Suzie was a magnificent flautist. She was carrying her instrument. It had been over 20 years.
Breathing together, heart beats in sync with one another; the elegant old fashioned American melody made it way through space and time. No flourishing musical technique necessary or proffered: just pure, raw, un-refined human emotion, touch, breath and sensitivity by a mother and her son, music and sight transcending words. I do hope no one else heard me gasp for air. With watery eyes and the occasional sniffle, I hung on every visibly and audible phrase, feeling somewhat ashamed for observing something so tender and personal.
I can breathe a little better now. We’re almost over and Ben is on his final programmed piece. Nice contemporary 21st century offering. Of course, there’s a standing ovation. And, of all things…groupies? Yes, my 17 year old nephew has groupies! That’s who those kids were up front! Am I at a Jonas Brothers concert?
In keeping with proper recital etiquette, Ben took the appropriate bow and departed the stage. The end. I can finally compose myself, right? The crowd doesn’t give up and an encore is called. Now, I’m in the twilight zone. Who has an encore at their high school senior recital? Is that Rod Sterling’s voice somewhere off in the distance.
With showmanship reminiscent of the Ed Sullivan Show, Red Skelton and the Carol Burnet Show, the encore was introduced by his teacher. Under the guise of the featured artist missing the encore because he’s already off to the post-recital reception, another student of the studio was called up to perform in Ben’s place. In a well-executed manner of Ricky and Lucy, the encore underway was ultimately “discovered” and, with punch and cookies in hand, musical mayhem ensued. Filled with spit-takes, excellent joke timing and comedic delivery worthy of the great variety shows, we were taken on a humor-filled four-handed ride through every aspiring pianist’s annoyingly favorite piece...“Chop Sticks”. Now I can’t breathe from laughter, I’ve got a stitch in my side, and I don’t give a rats ass who can see me getting all misty-eyed.
Wow! This kid kicks ass!!!
I do hope Ben will remember his crazy uncle and score me some tickets to see him with the New York Philharmonic. Stage right, please, so I can see your face. I’m the old guy over there moving to the music, catching the waves, riding with wild abandon. I know it will take some years to comprehend just how unbelievable cool it was to perform with your mom. Sweet, man! That rocks!
(My unsettled apprehension about fireworks was much ado about nothing. Everyone behaved themselves. Ben ranked 2nd and 5th in a state-wide competition last week and was courted by 5 big name universities across the country. Baylor University offered the sweetest deal so he’ll be starting there in 8 weeks…and Waco is only a hop and a skip up I-35 so I can see more of his performances.)
Man, LIFE…IS…GOOD!
- Roger, San Antonio, TX
Nice paper. Good layout and print. A bio? The kid’s got a bio!?!? You got to be kidding me! Harrumph! What will I have to endure this evening? Hey, didn’t you used to wear glasses? When did you get so tall and trim? Man, I need to get out and see the family more often. Dang, boy, I wish I was that handsome when I was 17! You got that tall, dark and handsome curse thing going on! Yup, you’ll be breaking lots of hearts, son.
After the standard performers calming breath before a piece, Ben begins. …and I can no longer breathe. With refined technique, Bach’s Sinfonia No. 1 in C Major is delivered with skill and mastery not seen in advanced college-aged students. From my seat, enthralled, trying to breathe, I watch his face as he visibly tells me what my ears are hearing. On to a Gershwin Prelude and Rachmaninoff’s Prelude in C# minor! I am helpless, still trying to breathe on my own, and taken on a ride of exquisite musical emotion, sensitivity and humanity. The others in the hall have faded away. I am subject to the artist’s breath and heart beat.
Beethoven. Brahms. DeBussy. Joplin. During a break I gather my emotions and move over to sit with Mom. “Glad you could make it, Son.” “Me, too, Mom. Me, too.” Ben’s Mom, my sister-in-law, turns around to say hello, leaves her seat and heads up the aisle out the back door.
What’s next on the program? “There Is A Fountain”…Traditional American Melody. I don’t recognize the name. No matter, I have a long-standing affection for American music and I’m sure I’ll like it.
The short break is over and Ben returns to the stage followed by his Mom, Suzie. What the…? When we were in college, Suzie was a magnificent flautist. She was carrying her instrument. It had been over 20 years.
Breathing together, heart beats in sync with one another; the elegant old fashioned American melody made it way through space and time. No flourishing musical technique necessary or proffered: just pure, raw, un-refined human emotion, touch, breath and sensitivity by a mother and her son, music and sight transcending words. I do hope no one else heard me gasp for air. With watery eyes and the occasional sniffle, I hung on every visibly and audible phrase, feeling somewhat ashamed for observing something so tender and personal.
I can breathe a little better now. We’re almost over and Ben is on his final programmed piece. Nice contemporary 21st century offering. Of course, there’s a standing ovation. And, of all things…groupies? Yes, my 17 year old nephew has groupies! That’s who those kids were up front! Am I at a Jonas Brothers concert?
In keeping with proper recital etiquette, Ben took the appropriate bow and departed the stage. The end. I can finally compose myself, right? The crowd doesn’t give up and an encore is called. Now, I’m in the twilight zone. Who has an encore at their high school senior recital? Is that Rod Sterling’s voice somewhere off in the distance.
With showmanship reminiscent of the Ed Sullivan Show, Red Skelton and the Carol Burnet Show, the encore was introduced by his teacher. Under the guise of the featured artist missing the encore because he’s already off to the post-recital reception, another student of the studio was called up to perform in Ben’s place. In a well-executed manner of Ricky and Lucy, the encore underway was ultimately “discovered” and, with punch and cookies in hand, musical mayhem ensued. Filled with spit-takes, excellent joke timing and comedic delivery worthy of the great variety shows, we were taken on a humor-filled four-handed ride through every aspiring pianist’s annoyingly favorite piece...“Chop Sticks”. Now I can’t breathe from laughter, I’ve got a stitch in my side, and I don’t give a rats ass who can see me getting all misty-eyed.
Wow! This kid kicks ass!!!
I do hope Ben will remember his crazy uncle and score me some tickets to see him with the New York Philharmonic. Stage right, please, so I can see your face. I’m the old guy over there moving to the music, catching the waves, riding with wild abandon. I know it will take some years to comprehend just how unbelievable cool it was to perform with your mom. Sweet, man! That rocks!
(My unsettled apprehension about fireworks was much ado about nothing. Everyone behaved themselves. Ben ranked 2nd and 5th in a state-wide competition last week and was courted by 5 big name universities across the country. Baylor University offered the sweetest deal so he’ll be starting there in 8 weeks…and Waco is only a hop and a skip up I-35 so I can see more of his performances.)
Man, LIFE…IS…GOOD!
- Roger, San Antonio, TX
Friday, July 10, 2009
Rob Jumps for Joy
Music, in all its forms, is what makes me jump for joy. It can be as rich & complex as the haunting music of the Hinini prayer that in the Jewish faith is sung by the rabbi & cantor at High Holy Days, where they are begging G-d to forgive their mistakes during services and to not let them allow it to affect their congregant's prayers. On the opposite extreme....I went to a sober circuit party, er, ah, I mean a gay AA convention in Palm Springs last summer.
The second night's entertainer was a comedian that I thought well, wasn't funny. But as she left the stage, my alltime favorite DJ, whom I used to never miss going out to dance to when he was in LA, "Eddie X" started spinning. I had planned on going to my room for a power nap before I danced, but he played his signature opening song & I spun around and hit the dance floor.
For the next two hours, my mind was at peace as the music took me places that I hadn't been to in years. I was literally jumping up and down at times, never totally conscious of my movements but the next day so many people told me they just stood back as they watched me having so much fun.
And finally on another extreme, the first time I went to a concert at the Hollywood Bowl after 9/11, as we always do at the beginning of a concert there, we all stood to sing our National Anthem.
But this year was different, we were all so raw emotionally, that it took on a particular significance beyond what was just usually rote.
There were 13,000 people in the Bowl that night & I'm sure there wasn't a dry eye among them. So, it's music that makes me jump for joy.
Rob Bergstein
The second night's entertainer was a comedian that I thought well, wasn't funny. But as she left the stage, my alltime favorite DJ, whom I used to never miss going out to dance to when he was in LA, "Eddie X" started spinning. I had planned on going to my room for a power nap before I danced, but he played his signature opening song & I spun around and hit the dance floor.
For the next two hours, my mind was at peace as the music took me places that I hadn't been to in years. I was literally jumping up and down at times, never totally conscious of my movements but the next day so many people told me they just stood back as they watched me having so much fun.
And finally on another extreme, the first time I went to a concert at the Hollywood Bowl after 9/11, as we always do at the beginning of a concert there, we all stood to sing our National Anthem.
But this year was different, we were all so raw emotionally, that it took on a particular significance beyond what was just usually rote.
There were 13,000 people in the Bowl that night & I'm sure there wasn't a dry eye among them. So, it's music that makes me jump for joy.
Rob Bergstein
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Jon Jumps for Joy!
Freestyle skiing makes me jump ... and jump for joy, particularly if I execute a good trick!
Still a beginner but grabs are looking pretty good now, got to work on my switch!!
Get some practice in at the local snow dome occasionally on a Friday night.
Still a beginner but grabs are looking pretty good now, got to work on my switch!!
Get some practice in at the local snow dome occasionally on a Friday night.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Chris (sorta) Jumps for Joy
Actually jumping for joy is a tough thing for me right at this moment because I'm currently recovering from abdominal surgery and my range of motion is quite limited. :)But as I re-read this e-mail on my shiny new Palm Pre, listen to my newly downloaded CD "19" by the amazing Adele and watch my partner Eran and my daughter Becky bake chocolate chip cookies together on this rainy Saturday, I am filled with such a sense of contentment and joy that I would jump if I could...certainly a cerebral jump for joy is in progress!
T
hank you for asking for these moments. I'm attaching a candid photo of a reflection of me in a window that I took on one "recovery walks" recently. There is pain in my face but such discomfort is dispelled for a few precious moments today while I contemplate how lucky I truly am. I'm also attaching a fun moment of me and the fam at Victory Gardens.All the best,
Chris Caswell
http://www.christophercaswell.net/
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Stephen Jumps for Joy
Whese thIngs make me jump for joy:
My Husband
Living in Portland
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
Sex
Cocktails
Hot tubs
Bed-headed skater boys
Pizza
The Obama family
Ipods
Listening to music
Thunder & lightningGardens
Magazines
Having $ in the bank
Wholesale
NYC
Mad Men
The Gym
Drag Queens
Dogs
Sauvie Island & Rooster Rock (in Oregon)
Ugly BettyBlogging
Having a Job
Good friends- old & new
30 Rock
Good movies that move me, make me think or make me laugh
Naked men
Ampersands
Beer
Walking/hiking
Being gay
(I consider it a gift from God… really. Otherwise, I would be a middle aged white straight male)
The ocean
Collections
Dragonflies
Robins
-Stephen
http://nopoboho.blogspot.com
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Chris Jumps for Joy (and then some)
What's making me jump for joy?
Eyebrows.
It's the seemingly inconsequential litttle things that you miss when you don't have them.
It might sound stupid but after a long and exceptionally unglamorous battle with cancer, two weeks ago I started getting back my eyebrows. When I first announced my diagnosis to my family and friends, Andrew emailed me and said I should just shave my head and grow a goatee. Why not? I'd done it before. (See above left)
What I failed to realize at the time was that I might not just lose the hair on my head. Depending on the chemo and the patient, there is no prognosis on just how much hair you might lose ... above or below the equator. I can't help but think of the countless hours that many friends over the years have wasted shaving their chests, etc. Little did they know they could get those results for free (ish).
Ten days after my first chemo it started. I was in the shower and the second the shampoo hit my head I knew. Immediately my hands were covered with what felt like soggy shredded wheat. The irony is that for the first time in years I had decided to grow my hair out. Above (right) is a picture of one of my longest hair stages with tennis legend Jimmy Connors. It was around the same time I got to work with former Miss America and broadcasting pioneer Phyllis George. My hair was bigger than hers. (Personal note to self: never, ever, under any circuimstances should you ever mention to a former Miss America that your hair is bigger than hers. Let's just say the atmosphere became quite chilly and the Miss Congeniality award went elsewhere.)
When I got out of the shower that morning the sight that greeted me in the mirror was nothing compared to the one that confronted me in the tub. It looked like Islamic fundamentalists had put Robin Williams and two alpacas into a cuisinart. You'll never know how much hair you have until you lose it all at once. Within days my balls made me look thirty years younger.
The first day I considered doing Joe Biden for halloween. By day three I couldn't pull off anything other than McCain. And we all know that was out of the question because Tina Fey was booked. Even Carson needed a sidekick.
Shortly after Christmas I was told my first round of chemo was not successful. Fuck. Within days I started a new combination of chemo drugs and that's when I lost the last of my hair, my eyebrows. Shaving your head can be a fashion statement. Not having eyebrows makes you look like you're visiting from the future.
Recently I got "the news"
My PET scan and CAT scan showed that I was cancer free. I cried my ass off. There were some people I thought I should tell in person instead of an email or a phone call. So last week I took a variety of busses, subways and trains from my home in Chester County, PA to New York.
I was on my way to the cultural center of our civilization. What were my plans? Something spectacular at The Met? A Broadway show? The Empire State Building?
No, I jumped right on the F train and went to Coney Island. I rode the Wonder Wheel and Spook-a-rama. I did three circuits on The Cyclone. Then I came back in town for Andrew's Bingo night.
It's the seemingly inconsequential litttle things that you miss when you don't have them.
Things you think about during three day chemo treatments and you wonder how much life is left.
They were all spectacular.
And I got to do them with eyebrows.
-Chris
flyingskooter@gmail.com
Eyebrows.
It's the seemingly inconsequential litttle things that you miss when you don't have them.
It might sound stupid but after a long and exceptionally unglamorous battle with cancer, two weeks ago I started getting back my eyebrows. When I first announced my diagnosis to my family and friends, Andrew emailed me and said I should just shave my head and grow a goatee. Why not? I'd done it before. (See above left)
What I failed to realize at the time was that I might not just lose the hair on my head. Depending on the chemo and the patient, there is no prognosis on just how much hair you might lose ... above or below the equator. I can't help but think of the countless hours that many friends over the years have wasted shaving their chests, etc. Little did they know they could get those results for free (ish).
Ten days after my first chemo it started. I was in the shower and the second the shampoo hit my head I knew. Immediately my hands were covered with what felt like soggy shredded wheat. The irony is that for the first time in years I had decided to grow my hair out. Above (right) is a picture of one of my longest hair stages with tennis legend Jimmy Connors. It was around the same time I got to work with former Miss America and broadcasting pioneer Phyllis George. My hair was bigger than hers. (Personal note to self: never, ever, under any circuimstances should you ever mention to a former Miss America that your hair is bigger than hers. Let's just say the atmosphere became quite chilly and the Miss Congeniality award went elsewhere.)
When I got out of the shower that morning the sight that greeted me in the mirror was nothing compared to the one that confronted me in the tub. It looked like Islamic fundamentalists had put Robin Williams and two alpacas into a cuisinart. You'll never know how much hair you have until you lose it all at once. Within days my balls made me look thirty years younger.
The first day I considered doing Joe Biden for halloween. By day three I couldn't pull off anything other than McCain. And we all know that was out of the question because Tina Fey was booked. Even Carson needed a sidekick.
Shortly after Christmas I was told my first round of chemo was not successful. Fuck. Within days I started a new combination of chemo drugs and that's when I lost the last of my hair, my eyebrows. Shaving your head can be a fashion statement. Not having eyebrows makes you look like you're visiting from the future.
Recently I got "the news"
My PET scan and CAT scan showed that I was cancer free. I cried my ass off. There were some people I thought I should tell in person instead of an email or a phone call. So last week I took a variety of busses, subways and trains from my home in Chester County, PA to New York.
I was on my way to the cultural center of our civilization. What were my plans? Something spectacular at The Met? A Broadway show? The Empire State Building?
No, I jumped right on the F train and went to Coney Island. I rode the Wonder Wheel and Spook-a-rama. I did three circuits on The Cyclone. Then I came back in town for Andrew's Bingo night.
It's the seemingly inconsequential litttle things that you miss when you don't have them.
Things you think about during three day chemo treatments and you wonder how much life is left.
They were all spectacular.
And I got to do them with eyebrows.
-Chris
flyingskooter@gmail.com
(do YOU have a Jumping for Joy story? Is there something that makes you say "wow, that just kicks ASS?".. then send it to me through this blog at andrewalt at aol dot com)
Monday, June 22, 2009
Damon Jumps for Joy!
What makes Damon jump for joy? Getting to live in the best city in the world
Making some amazing friends here
Leading group therapy at my job
Having my book published
Watching "Gilmore Girls"Learning more ways to increase peace and happiness in my life
Feeling physically stronger
Writing the next book
Eating at Basilica on 9th AveSeeing my partner's smile 
xxoo Damon L. Jacobs http://www.shouldless.com/
(Throughout the summer, I'm posting tidbits of what makes andrewaltenburg.com friends and readers Jump for Joy. If you'd like to submit something, send it to me at andrewalt at aol.com. Include a picture and link back)
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Gina Jumps for Joy!
What makes me jump for joy are so many things. All this – and so much more, large and small, and not necessarily in this order.The people in my life who love me, who teach me, who accept me, and who correct me.
A beautiful, sweet, smart, kind and funny daughter who is happily finding her place in the world.
A handsome, patient, kind, loving husband who’s my very best friend.
A handsome, patient, kind, loving husband who’s my very best friend.
Mom, and having my Dad for 91 years.
Three adorable kitties. Having good health.Wonderful brothers and brothers-in law and sisters-in-law. A house. Cooking. Jazz. Work that I love. Great friends. Great food. Seeing the world. Art. Digital cameras. Sandalwood soap. New York City.
But perhaps the thing that makes me jump for joy the most is the leap my heart takes when something wonderful happens.
But perhaps the thing that makes me jump for joy the most is the leap my heart takes when something wonderful happens.
That feeling I got when my daughter came home early from school to surprise me for Mother’s Day.
When I saw the David in Florence. I’ll always remember turning the corner into the gallery at the Uffizi and seeing that magnificence. 
When an unexpected gift arrives.
When the wine tastes perfect.
When there’s a deer in the backyard.
When someone I’ve been thinking about for years contacts me on Facebook.
When I’m on an airplane headed to a place I’ve dreamed of going.When a stranger needs help and I can provide it.
I guess what I’m saying is that life makes me jump for joy. It’s a privilege to have been given the opportunity to have this wonderful journey. I will continue to try to honor it by living each day with gratitude and wonder, curiosity and kindness. - Gina Bruce
(Throughout the summer, I'm posting tidbits of what makes andrewaltenburg.com friends and readers Jump for Joy. If you'd like to submit something, send it to me at andrewalt at aol.com. Include a picture and link back)
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Keith Jumps for Joy!
"At face value, my "Jump for Joy" moment is a very simple one. It's receiving a phone call from my best friend. No matter what state of mind I may be in, seeing his name pop-up on my phone immediately brings a smile to my face and an excitement to my heart. For however fleeting a timeframe - be it 2 minutes or 2 hours - I can speak to someone who knows me inside and out, who loves me unconditionally, and who stands by me without question. That truly brings me joy, each and every time that it happens." - Keith Butler(Throughout the summer, I'm posting tidbits of what makes andrewaltenburg.com friends and readers Jump for Joy. If you'd like to submit something, send it to me at andrewalt at aol.com. Include a picture and link back)
Friday, June 19, 2009
Robert Jumps for Joy
In these times - what makes me jump for joy is each time a friend of family takes a step forward and not a step back, when inspite of what blocks their path, they climb over it or break through it and have a new success or an new adventure - It gives me hope. - writer Robert Cabell www.jaymsblonde.com/
(Throughout the summer, I'm posting tidbits of what makes andrewaltenburg.com friends and readers Jump for Joy. If you'd like to submit something, send it to me at andrewalt at aol.com. Include a picture and link back)
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Here Comes The Sun
"Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun and I say it's all right ... "
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