Category: Ray Wattson
Ray Wattson
There is something symbolic about me, Cheryl, and Heather drinking lattes out of our custom made mugs on Thursday nights.
It was, after all, a Thursday night meeting when Ray was born. It is at our Thursday night meetings when plans and future appearances for Ray are booked. Thursday nights are when we dream about Ray t-shirts, Ray postcards, Ray stickers, and what fun it would be to plaster the world with Ray's simple demand that we, "Shine Dammit!"
The purpose of our Thursday night meetings, when you get down to it, is to spread our Shine Rayvolution. Ray is the ambassador to that Rayvolution.
So, here is an interesting question - Are we meeting because the Shine Rayvolution is growing or is the Shine Rayvolution growing because we are meeting?
Is Ray growing in popularity because he is showing up on mugs, t-shirts, and postcards or is he showing up on mugs, t-shirts, and postcards because he is growing in popularity?
What exactly causes a dream - a vision - to become a reality?
If Peggy makes more cards will PR Designs grow or will PR Designs grow because Peggy makes more cards?
Does Robin write an eleventh book on child birth because she is more of an expert or does Robin become more of an expert because she's written an eleventh book?
Do I become a better Writer because I write or do I write because I've become a better Writer?
Is Cheryl a better Artist because she is making more art or is Cheryl making more art, because she is a better Artist?
Or take a deep breath and ask yourself this. Does it matter?
The answers matter only insofar as they underscore the importance of individual action. Whether it is gathering for meetings; making cards; writing books; creating art, and in Ray's case, showing up in the right place at the right time, ultimately it is action that turns dreams into reality.
We shine because we take action and taking action is the surest path to shining.
Three hours from when I started and I have a headache because of this mind-numbing post. Or maybe it is because of my headache that this post is mind-numbing. Either way, I'm out.
If you have any brain power left, visit us in the Community Forum labeled, Today's Post and try inserting the words, "because" and "or" into your own question. We would love to hear what you have to say about turning your own dreams into reality.
Shining off until tomorrow...
Side note. Has anyone else noticed Ray Wattson roaming the front page of our blog sporting all kinds of construction equipment? Monday a blue print, yesterday a ruler, today a shovel. What's he up to?
Food. That's the thing that holds today's blog topic together.
First food of old. Does anyone remember last April when we hosted our very first Fancy Flours Cookie Cutter Challenge? I was tasked with using a porcupine cookie cutter to celebrate Earth Day. Most memorable was the "sharp" (no pun intended), but anonymous reader who was kind enough to point out that I packaged my porcupine cookies in plastic bags. All while I had the nerve to ask, "What quill you do to help save Mother Earth?" Ouch... literally and figuratively.
The high of the day, however, was when one of our oh-so-creative-readers suggested using the porcupine to celebrate Valentine's Day. Her slogan, you might have guessed, was... "I'm stuck on you."
I know a good idea when I hear one, so I couldn't wait to bake up my very own batch of pink, red, and white porcupines. This will make the perfect treat for all the teachers and helpers at Matthew and Jack's school.
Next. More food.
Monday Struble Suds provided a great recap of Highlowaha's Super Bowl Snack Throwdown. Cristine shined like Howard Cosell, giving a play by play of Kate's Frito Fantasy Candy versus Ray's Two Bean Lettuce Wrap. Nobody commented. Nobody.
I am going to venture to say it's because the team we were all rooting for (Team Kate) didn't win. It's like the Yankees and their billion dollar pompous baseball team swooping in and winning the World Series again, when other teams are harder working and far more likeable.
But we must be good sportsmen - or women. So, hard as it may be... Congratulations Ray Wattson on your winning recipe and for earning the title as champion of Highlowaha's Second Annual Snack Throw Down.
And now, painful as it is.. May I present to you your limited edition Super Bowl.
Speech. Speech.
FritoRay here. So, what can I say? I'd like thank all the little people who helped make this possible. Thanks to the patrons of Struble Sud's who recognized that children, because of their size, should only get half a vote. Thanks to the gallons of beer for spurring on the festivities. Thanks to Kate, who overestimated the sophistication of the beer addled midwest pallet that will unthinkingly select any snack with sausage in it over any snack without. Thanks to the Commissioner of the league. Thanks to my hairy armed sous chef. And a special thanks to Matt and Christine Struble for................
Now about this bowl. I've been thinking about this bowl. My friends have told me that I should keep this bowl and enjoy it as a symbol of my greatness. I think this is too shortsighted a viewpoint. It's a really cool bowl and blessed with my image; but, I'm fortunate enough to have several mirrors in the house. I'm thinking what Kate and her blog needs is a little, well... me. A little Ray Wattson. So, Kate, I'm going to have Claudia send you the bowl. I know, I know, I don't have to do this. And, yes, I am the coolest. Stop stop stop. Just take the bowl. You can owe me one.
FritoRay Out.