Ahhhhh, 2011! It's been a year, no? Around these parts, there were many growing pains: four adults, licenses, graduation, moving out. Wow! That's a lot for one year. Stir in a crazy seasonal job, kids with jobs, kids in college, hubby's five stores shifting like the wind, heading up the ACH group, friend's retiring, and lots of family drama. Sprinkle it with recessions, unemployment, government chaos, and general world unrest. Whew!
Although we can be happy to put some of that behind us, it is precisely all those things, mashed up together, that help us become who we are. Some things were fantastic! To know that hubby and I created two adults ~ working, caring, intelligent, amazing, philanthropic, creative, beautiful, fabulous adults ~ just keeps me in awe. The moving out thing was not as exciting, but acknowledged as part of those very same adults growing and exploring. The death of tyrants is a wonderful thing, but the continuous upheaval of various areas of the earth is . . . not so much.
We can only claim our own little corner of the world. We fix what we're able, amend what we can, love unceasingly, and try to make a little bit of positive difference. Pointing fingers and depositing blame on others doesn't work. There's always three fingers pointing back at you and, as of late, deposits soon turn into withdrawals with interest. Let's take responsibility for ourselves, our actions, our troubles, and our abilities to get out of them.
Let's make 2012 a year of possibilities. A fresh start to gain insight into our own cores, our own desires, our own incredible abilities, and our own opportunities. We can achieve great things if first, we believe in ourselves! Happy New Year's Eve! Be safe! Be careful! Don't drink and drive! And make 2012 the Year of the New You!
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Friday, December 30, 2011
Disposition . . . or datposition
We can only control our own actions. We cannot force other people to act in a certain way or behave in a certain manner. Well, actually, we could but we'd probably end up in prison!
As Martha Washington said, "The greatest part of our happiness depends on our dispositions, not our circumstances."
When you head through life with as positive an outlook as possible, things seem to be a little easier to deal with. When my son was diagnosed with a life-threatening auto-immune disease; we chose to face it as something to move beyond. We did not let it consume our lives; although, in reality, it took up a lot of our time and energy. We did not dwell on that, though. We focused on what lay beyond the treatments and what we'd do afterward. There are folks that wait every week for lab results, and maintain logs of numbers and facts and things of that nature. We just chose to NOT be a family suffering from Dermatomyositis, but rather a goofy, silly family who had a hurdle to climb before moving on to the next goofy, silly thing to do.
When faced with an angry person, whether it is in the grocery store, the mall, the road, or at work; instead of stooping to engage in their ridiculous behavior, try giving them a simple smile and move along. You'd be amazed at how confused they become because you will not give them acknowledgement of their poor behavior.
Each day you wake up, you have the choice to make: "Do I want to be happy, or crappy?" I hope you choose the first! As my mom would say, "You can be happy with 'disposition' or 'datposition', but just be happy." It is all a matter of choice. I hope 2012 is a year of good choices for you and that your disposition . . . or datposition . . . determines your circumstances and not the other way around!
Smile! It does a body good!
As Martha Washington said, "The greatest part of our happiness depends on our dispositions, not our circumstances."
When you head through life with as positive an outlook as possible, things seem to be a little easier to deal with. When my son was diagnosed with a life-threatening auto-immune disease; we chose to face it as something to move beyond. We did not let it consume our lives; although, in reality, it took up a lot of our time and energy. We did not dwell on that, though. We focused on what lay beyond the treatments and what we'd do afterward. There are folks that wait every week for lab results, and maintain logs of numbers and facts and things of that nature. We just chose to NOT be a family suffering from Dermatomyositis, but rather a goofy, silly family who had a hurdle to climb before moving on to the next goofy, silly thing to do.
When faced with an angry person, whether it is in the grocery store, the mall, the road, or at work; instead of stooping to engage in their ridiculous behavior, try giving them a simple smile and move along. You'd be amazed at how confused they become because you will not give them acknowledgement of their poor behavior.
Each day you wake up, you have the choice to make: "Do I want to be happy, or crappy?" I hope you choose the first! As my mom would say, "You can be happy with 'disposition' or 'datposition', but just be happy." It is all a matter of choice. I hope 2012 is a year of good choices for you and that your disposition . . . or datposition . . . determines your circumstances and not the other way around!
Smile! It does a body good!
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Baffling Bliss
Every morning that I sit down to write this, I am accompanied by my mom and my great niece. I have their photos next to my desk and even though some days it makes me sad to know they are not tangibly, physically here . . . I am buoyed by the fact that they are always with me. They inspire me and spur me on; not only to write, but to venture into territories yet unexplored for me.
My mom was an absolutely amazing person - gone far too soon from this earth, but leaving behind literally thousands of touched and blessed lives. She instilled all kinds of fabulous values and morals and ethics in myself and my siblings. She was always all about family. She gave creative gifts to each of her children and I am thrilled that most of them have run with those talents and done great for themselves. She offered us her love of music and laughter. Besides a heartbeat, those are two of the most vital functions in the world! Thanks, mom, for always pushing; always guiding; always leading . . . even now.
My great niece, Julia, was born here in Florida to my nephew Danny. My children, then in high school, held her at just a day old. They are not around a lot of infants so this was a new and tremendously enriching experience for them. Julia spent a few days at our house as she grew. She was a precious, dear, and loveable little munchkin inviting love wherever she went. It was nice to have a wee one in my arms again; smelling all powdery and cuddling. My nephew then moved back to New York where while at work, Julia was found unresponsive in her crib at the babysitter's house. She left this earth at just four months old. What I find most amazing is how many lives can be touched by the tendrils of a tiny infant! Her loss was devastating, but I know she is with my mom, her great-grandma ~ learning all those things that mom taught us when we were little. Julia brought light and love and clarity to this world. She was a treasure and a blessing.
And so, sometimes, I just type whatever might come out; regardless of any perceived or attempted lessons or great and grand deliverance. Sometimes, it is just pure emotion. Today, I write inspired by my angels who accompany me every morning - with sadness and celebration all swirled up together in baffling bliss. I hope your day is filled with inspiration ~ from whatever source!
My mom was an absolutely amazing person - gone far too soon from this earth, but leaving behind literally thousands of touched and blessed lives. She instilled all kinds of fabulous values and morals and ethics in myself and my siblings. She was always all about family. She gave creative gifts to each of her children and I am thrilled that most of them have run with those talents and done great for themselves. She offered us her love of music and laughter. Besides a heartbeat, those are two of the most vital functions in the world! Thanks, mom, for always pushing; always guiding; always leading . . . even now.
My great niece, Julia, was born here in Florida to my nephew Danny. My children, then in high school, held her at just a day old. They are not around a lot of infants so this was a new and tremendously enriching experience for them. Julia spent a few days at our house as she grew. She was a precious, dear, and loveable little munchkin inviting love wherever she went. It was nice to have a wee one in my arms again; smelling all powdery and cuddling. My nephew then moved back to New York where while at work, Julia was found unresponsive in her crib at the babysitter's house. She left this earth at just four months old. What I find most amazing is how many lives can be touched by the tendrils of a tiny infant! Her loss was devastating, but I know she is with my mom, her great-grandma ~ learning all those things that mom taught us when we were little. Julia brought light and love and clarity to this world. She was a treasure and a blessing.
And so, sometimes, I just type whatever might come out; regardless of any perceived or attempted lessons or great and grand deliverance. Sometimes, it is just pure emotion. Today, I write inspired by my angels who accompany me every morning - with sadness and celebration all swirled up together in baffling bliss. I hope your day is filled with inspiration ~ from whatever source!
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Time for a Ch-Angel, Tina
There is this incredibly amazing woman that I know. Her name is Tina!
Tina has many, many gifts! She is a teacher, a preacher, and a provider of great joy and exuberance. She has not always had an easy road. Her life has had much turmoil in it. But, like all of my favorite things wrapped in one delicately tiny package, Tina took the lessons and grief from each hurdle and turned them into incredible opportunities for herself!
A little over a year ago, the man she adored and who undeniably adored her, was ripped from her life via a motorcycle accident. This man was beloved by the masses as made apparent by the turnout at his funeral service. Most folks would have crumbled. This only seemed to make my Tina stronger. She grew and blossomed into something and someone even more beautiful. She amazes me! Daily!
She is one of the folks who is constantly supportive of those around her. She speaks out when she feels there is wrong being done; or when she thinks she might be able to improve things. She speaks up when life is mistreating someone or some thing. She teaches with a vengeance and a purpose that is both refreshing and rewarding. Her students adore her. She involves herself with many positive and purposeful projects. She's just an angel!
Tina, thank you for allowing me and my family into your life. We adore you and are certainly better people for having befriended you. You deserve wonderful things in your life and you make powerful tools and stepping stones of the things that haven't been too terrific. I admire you and respect you. You are beautiful! You, my dear, are a Ch-Angel!
Tina has many, many gifts! She is a teacher, a preacher, and a provider of great joy and exuberance. She has not always had an easy road. Her life has had much turmoil in it. But, like all of my favorite things wrapped in one delicately tiny package, Tina took the lessons and grief from each hurdle and turned them into incredible opportunities for herself!
A little over a year ago, the man she adored and who undeniably adored her, was ripped from her life via a motorcycle accident. This man was beloved by the masses as made apparent by the turnout at his funeral service. Most folks would have crumbled. This only seemed to make my Tina stronger. She grew and blossomed into something and someone even more beautiful. She amazes me! Daily!
She is one of the folks who is constantly supportive of those around her. She speaks out when she feels there is wrong being done; or when she thinks she might be able to improve things. She speaks up when life is mistreating someone or some thing. She teaches with a vengeance and a purpose that is both refreshing and rewarding. Her students adore her. She involves herself with many positive and purposeful projects. She's just an angel!
Tina, thank you for allowing me and my family into your life. We adore you and are certainly better people for having befriended you. You deserve wonderful things in your life and you make powerful tools and stepping stones of the things that haven't been too terrific. I admire you and respect you. You are beautiful! You, my dear, are a Ch-Angel!
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Divine Direction
So I have two new friends who each have moms with health issues. It is a little sad to hear this kind of news around Christmas-time, but it is sadder to hear that one friend gets frustrated with her mom's constant time demands and the other's mom, after her diagnosis, has lost a little of her fight.
All day Christmas day, I had the unrelenting urge to want to chat with my mom. It is such a hard thing to have a mom who has left this earth. No more boggle. No more scrabble. No more bouncing ideas off of one another. No more singing songs together in the car . . . with harmonies even! No more venting about stupid people to one another. No more laughter between us. There are memories. Gobs of 'em. But there is just something about that hole that is devastating; no matter how positive one remains. I know that momma is playing music in Heaven. She might even have a bingo game or two started up there. I know she's organized some function or event; cause that's what she does! She brings folks together. I cannot wait to do all those things with her again, but I've got more to do here before that time!
And so, maybe my job . . . for now . . . is to help these two friends realize that no matter the battles they currently face; the alternative is much worse. I took an angel pin off of my work shirt and gave it to the friend whose mom has lost her umph. Her mom saw it and asked for it. She gave it to her. That's exactly what I wanted! Angels don't work unless they are with the folks they need to help! I need to find some more angel pins so I can offer them to folks in need of a little 'divine direction'.
I wish both of your moms well. I hope their health improves and know that their needs are not selfish, but more out of love and self-assurance. I know there are other moms out there, dads too, and aunts, uncles, brothers, sisters, etc., who could all use an angel! This holiday season, and 2012, I hope they find them.
All day Christmas day, I had the unrelenting urge to want to chat with my mom. It is such a hard thing to have a mom who has left this earth. No more boggle. No more scrabble. No more bouncing ideas off of one another. No more singing songs together in the car . . . with harmonies even! No more venting about stupid people to one another. No more laughter between us. There are memories. Gobs of 'em. But there is just something about that hole that is devastating; no matter how positive one remains. I know that momma is playing music in Heaven. She might even have a bingo game or two started up there. I know she's organized some function or event; cause that's what she does! She brings folks together. I cannot wait to do all those things with her again, but I've got more to do here before that time!
And so, maybe my job . . . for now . . . is to help these two friends realize that no matter the battles they currently face; the alternative is much worse. I took an angel pin off of my work shirt and gave it to the friend whose mom has lost her umph. Her mom saw it and asked for it. She gave it to her. That's exactly what I wanted! Angels don't work unless they are with the folks they need to help! I need to find some more angel pins so I can offer them to folks in need of a little 'divine direction'.
I wish both of your moms well. I hope their health improves and know that their needs are not selfish, but more out of love and self-assurance. I know there are other moms out there, dads too, and aunts, uncles, brothers, sisters, etc., who could all use an angel! This holiday season, and 2012, I hope they find them.
Monday, December 26, 2011
Ushering in 2012 . . .
Wrapping paper's all cleaned up! Leftovers are refrigerated.
Laughter has died down a tad, but smiles have been indelibly left all over!
Another Christmas full of memories. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!
And now, as we enter into the New Year week, please remember to be safe. The New Year is a wonderful place to get to . . . so be sure you get there! It is a whole new year of possibilities, opportunities, and adventures.
Whether you plan on losing weight, hitting the gym, quitting smoking, travelling more, travelling less, working more . . . or working less . . . I hope that you can reach your goals. It is fabulous to have expectations. Make them attainable goals with bite-sized opportunities! You can do whatever you want, if you put your mind to it!
I hope that your 2012 is bright and new and scintillating in every way you need it to be. Be safe. Be careful. Celebrate! And Enjoy!
Laughter has died down a tad, but smiles have been indelibly left all over!
Another Christmas full of memories. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!
And now, as we enter into the New Year week, please remember to be safe. The New Year is a wonderful place to get to . . . so be sure you get there! It is a whole new year of possibilities, opportunities, and adventures.
Whether you plan on losing weight, hitting the gym, quitting smoking, travelling more, travelling less, working more . . . or working less . . . I hope that you can reach your goals. It is fabulous to have expectations. Make them attainable goals with bite-sized opportunities! You can do whatever you want, if you put your mind to it!
I hope that your 2012 is bright and new and scintillating in every way you need it to be. Be safe. Be careful. Celebrate! And Enjoy!
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Merry Chrismahannukwanzivus!!!
I want to take this time to wish everyone a most Merry Christmas.
Also . . . the Happiest of Hannukah's.
A most festive Kwanzaa.
And, for my 'other friends,' a grievance-bearing Festivus!
Whatever you choose to celebrate . . . celebrate it wholly and completely!
Do not let the world mandate your enthusiasm or your joys.
If you want to sing Christmas carols, whilst wearing a gaudy festive sweater and a Santa hat complete with jingle ball . . . have at it!
If you'd like to have an eight foot inflatable menorah or Star of David on your roof top, please just be sure you fasten it well so it doesn't dreidel its way on to your neighbor's car.
If you want to celebrate Kwanzaa, make sure your seven principles are covered and get to celebrating!
For you Festivus folk, grab your poles and start airing your grievances!
Whatever you are going to do . . . do it well! Make it fun and make it memorable!
I, personally, will celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ and all the blessings He has given me. I thank Him nightly for my family, my friends, my trials, my triumphs, protection of loved ones, and for guidance. I ask Him to watch over those that I know with troubles and I hope that He continues to lead me wherever it is that I might do whatever it is He'd like me to do next.
Celebrate! Be well! Much love! And Merry Chrismahannukwanzivus!!!
God bless!
Also . . . the Happiest of Hannukah's.
A most festive Kwanzaa.
And, for my 'other friends,' a grievance-bearing Festivus!
Whatever you choose to celebrate . . . celebrate it wholly and completely!
Do not let the world mandate your enthusiasm or your joys.
If you want to sing Christmas carols, whilst wearing a gaudy festive sweater and a Santa hat complete with jingle ball . . . have at it!
If you'd like to have an eight foot inflatable menorah or Star of David on your roof top, please just be sure you fasten it well so it doesn't dreidel its way on to your neighbor's car.
If you want to celebrate Kwanzaa, make sure your seven principles are covered and get to celebrating!
For you Festivus folk, grab your poles and start airing your grievances!
Whatever you are going to do . . . do it well! Make it fun and make it memorable!
I, personally, will celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ and all the blessings He has given me. I thank Him nightly for my family, my friends, my trials, my triumphs, protection of loved ones, and for guidance. I ask Him to watch over those that I know with troubles and I hope that He continues to lead me wherever it is that I might do whatever it is He'd like me to do next.
Celebrate! Be well! Much love! And Merry Chrismahannukwanzivus!!!
God bless!
Friday, December 23, 2011
Peace, Joy, and Love!
Short and sweet today . . . as I have to head back in to work . . .
Being Christmas Eve's eve, I know there are those of you who are putting on your helmet and shoulder pads and heading out to begin and/or finish up your shopping. I know that there are those of you who are trudging your way to the grocery store to get food for the masses and trying to remember everything so you don't have to put Funyons in your green-bean casserole. (Yes, I speak from experience!) I know that there are those of you who are exhausted from all of the above and are hiding in your homes, trying to relax before the mayhem ensues.
Take a moment today, to think beyond your own insanity! Move beyond your crazy schedule, your obligations, your last minute items, your wrapping, your baking, your frantic pace and just . . . be!
Let the true joy of Jesus' birth fill you and lighten your load. Allow the blessings that abound around you blot out the blinding abyss of obligations. Today . . . be filled with the PEACE that is Christmastime. Be enveloped with the JOY that the season brings. Be overwhelmed with the LOVE that is so evident at this time of year. It is all around you, if you allow it . . . if you assist it . . . if you perpetuate it!
Today, I wish you Peace, Joy, and Love!
Being Christmas Eve's eve, I know there are those of you who are putting on your helmet and shoulder pads and heading out to begin and/or finish up your shopping. I know that there are those of you who are trudging your way to the grocery store to get food for the masses and trying to remember everything so you don't have to put Funyons in your green-bean casserole. (Yes, I speak from experience!) I know that there are those of you who are exhausted from all of the above and are hiding in your homes, trying to relax before the mayhem ensues.
Take a moment today, to think beyond your own insanity! Move beyond your crazy schedule, your obligations, your last minute items, your wrapping, your baking, your frantic pace and just . . . be!
Let the true joy of Jesus' birth fill you and lighten your load. Allow the blessings that abound around you blot out the blinding abyss of obligations. Today . . . be filled with the PEACE that is Christmastime. Be enveloped with the JOY that the season brings. Be overwhelmed with the LOVE that is so evident at this time of year. It is all around you, if you allow it . . . if you assist it . . . if you perpetuate it!
Today, I wish you Peace, Joy, and Love!
Thursday, December 22, 2011
My gift to you
I must say that I was quite saddened by someone VERY dear to me telling me that his "exuberance for the holiday season just wasn't there." Today, my love, is for YOU!
The holiday is what you make it to be! I could easily fall shattered to the floor that I cannot call my mom and wish her a festive season, but I can talk to her whenever and where ever I want. I could be horribly saddened that my family is not together, although Deanna (my daughter) is making her way home for Christmas Eve. But . . . I will take that Christmas Eve and Christmas morning and delight in every moment of us being together. I could be heartbroken that my brothers and I aren't closer in proximity and relation, but I take solace in knowing that they are in my prayers every night and my love for them is as constant as can be. What they choose to do is their business. There are many families who are hurting and down trodden, but there are a zillion places who are offering kindnesses, food and gifts for the season. There are a great many losses to reflect on and folks who are not here to share the holiday season with us, but we have one another and the opportunity to share a smile, a greeting, a seasonal wish and God's blessings . . . and THAT is a gift no one can ever take away from you!
I remember, quite vividly (and don't know why cause I think I was REALLY young), receiving a space-shift style fort for Christmas one year and having my real dad poke his head in and out of all the portals and windows. I can see his big ol' ears sticking out and the smiles and laughter that ensued. I can recall receiving odd fabric gifts from my grandmother and every one of us had to come up with a different use for them . . . towels, turbins, dresses, capes. Too funny! I can recall the eager anticipation of waiting to burst through the living room door to get to those presents, but the fabulous unity of family in having to share a breakfast before that. That is actually a tradition I continue today; only it's worse here because I have no door to shut. The kids can see everything under the tree and still must wait until family breakfast is over!
The joy of children's laughter. The difference you make in sincerely wishing someone a Merry Christmas. The sparkle in a kid's eye as the mere thought of a visit from The Big Guy draws near. And, obviously, the gift of baby Jesus! These are the things to keep near and dear to your heart. These are the things that bring joy and laughter and holiday happiness to your inner self! Enjoy them. Dredge up those memories. Listen to the all-Christmas music radio station. Wear Christmas underwear and smile without anyone knowing why. It's within YOU to have the exuberance you desire!
This is my gift to you! With much love and more squishes than you could ever imagine! Be blessed and bathe in the bountiful and abundant beauty that is Christmas! Tell me your favorite Christmas memory and, in just that simple exercise, you will find a smile appearing on your face! Keep it there! xoxo
The holiday is what you make it to be! I could easily fall shattered to the floor that I cannot call my mom and wish her a festive season, but I can talk to her whenever and where ever I want. I could be horribly saddened that my family is not together, although Deanna (my daughter) is making her way home for Christmas Eve. But . . . I will take that Christmas Eve and Christmas morning and delight in every moment of us being together. I could be heartbroken that my brothers and I aren't closer in proximity and relation, but I take solace in knowing that they are in my prayers every night and my love for them is as constant as can be. What they choose to do is their business. There are many families who are hurting and down trodden, but there are a zillion places who are offering kindnesses, food and gifts for the season. There are a great many losses to reflect on and folks who are not here to share the holiday season with us, but we have one another and the opportunity to share a smile, a greeting, a seasonal wish and God's blessings . . . and THAT is a gift no one can ever take away from you!
I remember, quite vividly (and don't know why cause I think I was REALLY young), receiving a space-shift style fort for Christmas one year and having my real dad poke his head in and out of all the portals and windows. I can see his big ol' ears sticking out and the smiles and laughter that ensued. I can recall receiving odd fabric gifts from my grandmother and every one of us had to come up with a different use for them . . . towels, turbins, dresses, capes. Too funny! I can recall the eager anticipation of waiting to burst through the living room door to get to those presents, but the fabulous unity of family in having to share a breakfast before that. That is actually a tradition I continue today; only it's worse here because I have no door to shut. The kids can see everything under the tree and still must wait until family breakfast is over!
The joy of children's laughter. The difference you make in sincerely wishing someone a Merry Christmas. The sparkle in a kid's eye as the mere thought of a visit from The Big Guy draws near. And, obviously, the gift of baby Jesus! These are the things to keep near and dear to your heart. These are the things that bring joy and laughter and holiday happiness to your inner self! Enjoy them. Dredge up those memories. Listen to the all-Christmas music radio station. Wear Christmas underwear and smile without anyone knowing why. It's within YOU to have the exuberance you desire!
This is my gift to you! With much love and more squishes than you could ever imagine! Be blessed and bathe in the bountiful and abundant beauty that is Christmas! Tell me your favorite Christmas memory and, in just that simple exercise, you will find a smile appearing on your face! Keep it there! xoxo
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Bad Santa?
In the world of marketing, I realize that there are many ways to go about creating sales. Sometimes it's a catch phrase. Sometimes it is scantily clad people selling your product. Sometimes it's the use of great music. Sometimes, though, things go too far!
I understand that things are done in fun. Joking is also another tool of salesmanship. Personally, though, there is enough detriment to the holiday season . . . CHRISTMAS that is . . . with all the commercialism. There are some things that just need to be left alone.
I am actually a fan of Best Buy, but am having a terrible time accepting their Christmas line of commercials. The belittling of Santa, calling him names, and all that nonsense truly strikes a distasteful chord with me. I have NOT been by a Best Buy this entire holiday season! It has truly left an impression on me. Bad, bad Best Buy!
Now Chevrolet, on the other hand, has taken a fabulous approach to holiday marketing! The gentleman who "hunts deer . . . I mean fish!"; the husband/wife who simply cannot take their eyes off him; and the gentleman who tries to sit on his lap to discuss car options. These are healthy, humorous, fun-loving holiday marketing tactics. I adore them!
I'm not telling you to boycott Best Buy. Just offering my own two cents on two of my favorite things: Santa and marketing! What are your thoughts? And where are the polar bear commercials this year? Hmmmmmm! Those were always good for an "Awwwwwwwwwww!"
I understand that things are done in fun. Joking is also another tool of salesmanship. Personally, though, there is enough detriment to the holiday season . . . CHRISTMAS that is . . . with all the commercialism. There are some things that just need to be left alone.
I am actually a fan of Best Buy, but am having a terrible time accepting their Christmas line of commercials. The belittling of Santa, calling him names, and all that nonsense truly strikes a distasteful chord with me. I have NOT been by a Best Buy this entire holiday season! It has truly left an impression on me. Bad, bad Best Buy!
Now Chevrolet, on the other hand, has taken a fabulous approach to holiday marketing! The gentleman who "hunts deer . . . I mean fish!"; the husband/wife who simply cannot take their eyes off him; and the gentleman who tries to sit on his lap to discuss car options. These are healthy, humorous, fun-loving holiday marketing tactics. I adore them!
I'm not telling you to boycott Best Buy. Just offering my own two cents on two of my favorite things: Santa and marketing! What are your thoughts? And where are the polar bear commercials this year? Hmmmmmm! Those were always good for an "Awwwwwwwwwww!"
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
A little R & R
R & R!
Rest and Relaxation!
Re-energize and Re-invigorate!
Reboot and Recharge!
Rally and Rehabilitate!
Recuperate and Rejuvenate!
Revel and Rejoice!
Raise and Radiate!
Ready and Ratify!
Receive and Rebuild!
Refine and Reform!
Relegate and Replenish!
. . .
Rest and Relaxation!
I need a little R & R!
Rest and Relaxation!
Re-energize and Re-invigorate!
Reboot and Recharge!
Rally and Rehabilitate!
Recuperate and Rejuvenate!
Revel and Rejoice!
Raise and Radiate!
Ready and Ratify!
Receive and Rebuild!
Refine and Reform!
Relegate and Replenish!
. . .
Rest and Relaxation!
I need a little R & R!
Monday, December 19, 2011
The old pigskin . . .
Ahhh, the old pigskin! America's game! Football is a beautiful thing!
I grew up watching pro ball but have since become a huge fan of college football. These youngsters are playing for opportunity and love of the game, not so much the hopes of turf toe and collecting a bazillion dollar check! (Although I'm certain turf toe is painful!)
This is, seriously, just a game; but folks really put their lives on hold for a day or two a week to root, cheer, and become elite fans of their favorite footballers. Grown men in dresses donning pig noses, pirates, spikes & leather, face painters, and drinking themselves into such stupors as they can hardly remember there was a game. It is an outlet, an opportunity, fun!
For six to seven months each year, college folks hurl themselves at one another; being crushed, crumpled, and critically injured; for the chance to move up to the next level for bigger folks to do the same thing to them. And we cheer and root! Root and cheer! What an odd phenomenon! NFL folk gear up for seemingly weekly bitter rivals and hopes of creating the next great touchdown dance or season-stopping sack!
There are frightening feuds on the field, and amazing deeds off the field. The are breathtaking plays and heart-stopping hits. Folks all across this great nation; grown, hard-working men, hopping up and down in their living room, screaming at the idiot box in hopes that the coach will take their advice. And, in a game of inches and hopes hanging on milliseconds, we live it with them ~ if only briefly. And that is our joy, our inalienable American freedom to do so. Ain't it grand?
Wanna toss it around a bit?
I grew up watching pro ball but have since become a huge fan of college football. These youngsters are playing for opportunity and love of the game, not so much the hopes of turf toe and collecting a bazillion dollar check! (Although I'm certain turf toe is painful!)
This is, seriously, just a game; but folks really put their lives on hold for a day or two a week to root, cheer, and become elite fans of their favorite footballers. Grown men in dresses donning pig noses, pirates, spikes & leather, face painters, and drinking themselves into such stupors as they can hardly remember there was a game. It is an outlet, an opportunity, fun!
For six to seven months each year, college folks hurl themselves at one another; being crushed, crumpled, and critically injured; for the chance to move up to the next level for bigger folks to do the same thing to them. And we cheer and root! Root and cheer! What an odd phenomenon! NFL folk gear up for seemingly weekly bitter rivals and hopes of creating the next great touchdown dance or season-stopping sack!
There are frightening feuds on the field, and amazing deeds off the field. The are breathtaking plays and heart-stopping hits. Folks all across this great nation; grown, hard-working men, hopping up and down in their living room, screaming at the idiot box in hopes that the coach will take their advice. And, in a game of inches and hopes hanging on milliseconds, we live it with them ~ if only briefly. And that is our joy, our inalienable American freedom to do so. Ain't it grand?
Wanna toss it around a bit?
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Enjoy the ride!
So sometimes I really, really wish it were possible to take our children, or other younger people we know, open up their heads and shove all the stuff we know and have learned in there. This would help to avoid heart ache, turmoil, trials, depression, anger, and a host of other bumps and hurdles in their lives.
Alas . . . it is not possible!
So today I sit in prayer and thought about a great many things young people face today. Joblessness, crazy education expectations, ease of divorce or breaking up, sex and its 'complications', balancing life and work and family, and more. As I ponder this, I try to think back to when I was in my late teens and early 20's. I guess I was no better; thinking I could handle moving a thousand miles away from home, without a job, to live with a boyfriend, to be independent, because I knew everything. The battles may have been a little different, but the struggles are the same.
Maybe I wish someone had opened up my potato head and stuffed their revelations in there. Maybe they tried! Oh the lessons I missed. And the lessons I learned!! And I guess the great merry-go-round of life just continues to spin. I know that every now and again, you'd like the ride to stop so you can catch your breath and wait for the nausea to pass, but that's usually when you spin a little faster. Hang on! It WILL get better! The expectation of vomiting will pass and will be replaced by the joyous rush of wind through your hair again! That is life!
Enjoy the ride!
Alas . . . it is not possible!
So today I sit in prayer and thought about a great many things young people face today. Joblessness, crazy education expectations, ease of divorce or breaking up, sex and its 'complications', balancing life and work and family, and more. As I ponder this, I try to think back to when I was in my late teens and early 20's. I guess I was no better; thinking I could handle moving a thousand miles away from home, without a job, to live with a boyfriend, to be independent, because I knew everything. The battles may have been a little different, but the struggles are the same.
Maybe I wish someone had opened up my potato head and stuffed their revelations in there. Maybe they tried! Oh the lessons I missed. And the lessons I learned!! And I guess the great merry-go-round of life just continues to spin. I know that every now and again, you'd like the ride to stop so you can catch your breath and wait for the nausea to pass, but that's usually when you spin a little faster. Hang on! It WILL get better! The expectation of vomiting will pass and will be replaced by the joyous rush of wind through your hair again! That is life!
Enjoy the ride!
Friday, December 16, 2011
I love my Angels!
Sometimes, when we do the right thing, we are shown little signs of pleasantries and gratitude!
Yesterday's blog was in reference to a rather ugly day at work the day prior. I had a minor meltdown and you all helped me through the ordeal. I tried to maintain some dignity throughout the actual ordeal; not lowering myself to her rantings and poor behavior. I came home, instead, and vented to my support group who helped me through.
So . . . I went to work yesterday, and was greeted by several co-workers who immediately asked if I was ok and that they surely agreed with me that the woman's behavior was just uncalled for and childish. That was really kind of nice. I went to my designated dressing room where a tiny woman with an indiscernable accent requested I try to find her another shirt in a different size. Although this is truly NOT my job, the customer always comes first, so I sauntered out on my designated quest. I found her her shirt and when I knocked on her door, her enthusiasm was apparent and she said to me, "You are my Christmas Angel." What more would EVER need to be said to me to make my day?
A few hours later, another woman approached me for assistance. I could much more easily understand her! Thank goodness! She requested direction to a specific department and when I pointed to the area she wished to visit, she turned her head to look and . . . lo and behold . . . beautiful angel earrings! They just sparkled at me! I smiled!
Another hour or so down and I was returning merchandise to racks. A third woman approached me in reference to a shirt the mannequin was wearing. Her size was nowhere else but on the mannequin, so together we laughed as we assaulted the poor plastic person, got her her shirt and replaced it with a new one. She commented that it was "Divine Intervention that she ran into someone willing to undress the displays." She continued, "I've never met a Macy's employee that would just do that on the spot." Lucky me! I was divinely inspired!
And, while sending her on her way, who appears but one of my most favorite people in the world, Tina! You'll read about her later in an upcoming Ch-Angel blog, but for today . . . she was just a beautiful, beaming brilliant bright spot to an already fabulous day. She explained that she had just dropped off a gift for me at my home and hubby had said she should visit me at work. She had shopping to do, so she took him up on his offer! We chatted for a while and let me tell ya . . . ANY time with Tina will put you in a fabulous mood! She is just amazing! (Side note . . . when I got home, there sat her present . . . an angel picture and story!)
And, before I wrote this today, on my perpetual calendar reads: The guardian angels of life sometimes fly so high as to be beyond our sight, but they are always looking down upon us.
It was all just a reminder that I need not remedy the ill-willed people of the world. I am always cared for and watched over . . . by my angels . . . whether here on earth, or up above!
Thank you one and all!
Yesterday's blog was in reference to a rather ugly day at work the day prior. I had a minor meltdown and you all helped me through the ordeal. I tried to maintain some dignity throughout the actual ordeal; not lowering myself to her rantings and poor behavior. I came home, instead, and vented to my support group who helped me through.
So . . . I went to work yesterday, and was greeted by several co-workers who immediately asked if I was ok and that they surely agreed with me that the woman's behavior was just uncalled for and childish. That was really kind of nice. I went to my designated dressing room where a tiny woman with an indiscernable accent requested I try to find her another shirt in a different size. Although this is truly NOT my job, the customer always comes first, so I sauntered out on my designated quest. I found her her shirt and when I knocked on her door, her enthusiasm was apparent and she said to me, "You are my Christmas Angel." What more would EVER need to be said to me to make my day?
A few hours later, another woman approached me for assistance. I could much more easily understand her! Thank goodness! She requested direction to a specific department and when I pointed to the area she wished to visit, she turned her head to look and . . . lo and behold . . . beautiful angel earrings! They just sparkled at me! I smiled!
Another hour or so down and I was returning merchandise to racks. A third woman approached me in reference to a shirt the mannequin was wearing. Her size was nowhere else but on the mannequin, so together we laughed as we assaulted the poor plastic person, got her her shirt and replaced it with a new one. She commented that it was "Divine Intervention that she ran into someone willing to undress the displays." She continued, "I've never met a Macy's employee that would just do that on the spot." Lucky me! I was divinely inspired!
And, while sending her on her way, who appears but one of my most favorite people in the world, Tina! You'll read about her later in an upcoming Ch-Angel blog, but for today . . . she was just a beautiful, beaming brilliant bright spot to an already fabulous day. She explained that she had just dropped off a gift for me at my home and hubby had said she should visit me at work. She had shopping to do, so she took him up on his offer! We chatted for a while and let me tell ya . . . ANY time with Tina will put you in a fabulous mood! She is just amazing! (Side note . . . when I got home, there sat her present . . . an angel picture and story!)
And, before I wrote this today, on my perpetual calendar reads: The guardian angels of life sometimes fly so high as to be beyond our sight, but they are always looking down upon us.
It was all just a reminder that I need not remedy the ill-willed people of the world. I am always cared for and watched over . . . by my angels . . . whether here on earth, or up above!
Thank you one and all!
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Practice What You Preach!
So it would seem that I needed someone to come slap me in the head and read to me my own 'words of wisdom' yesterday. When I arrived at work yesterday, there were two fitting rooms of about four to six dressing rooms per station that had NOT been touched all day! Two co-workers called out. It was me, myself, and I trying to dig myself out of a VERY deep hole! I was frustrated and stressed - to say the least!
I did well in the beginning. I realized that I couldn't do both rooms at the same time. I am, after all, only one person. So I set about trying to separate and sort the busier of the two rooms. Once I had items for other departments sorted, I walked them to each of four different departments. Then I got down to the task of organizing what belonged there and trying to return it to its rightful place on the sales floor.
About an hour later, an older woman approached me from one of those 'four different departments'. She held in her hand two items. One was a pair of shorts and one was a necklace. She held them out to me and said, "These are not mine. This one goes to petites and this one goes to jewelry." I could not fathom what she was saying. Not because she was not correct, but because she had walked twice as far to return these things to me as she would have needed to do to return them to their correct departments. I took them from her and said, "Really? OK." To which she replied, in quite a rant, "Are you always this nasty? Do you have a problem? Is there something wrong with you?" And on and on, whilst walking through customers. I could not decide whether to beat her to death with a hanger or sit on the floor and cry!
Sometimes, we all need a little lesson in 'practicing what we preach'. I needed to take a deep breath and relax. I needed to take a step back and realize the full weight of the subject (which is NOTHING) and move beyond it. So, after a rather sleepless night, and assurance that my superior and her superior will be chatting with this woman about her bad behavior, I will face this day with a renewed splendor of all that is grand and glorious! She does not matter in the grand scheme of things that matter to me. My only hope is that I don't front kick her in the sternum or palm heel her in the face should she annoy me today. Send me your happy thoughts and remind me to 'practice what I preach'!
Thanks ~
I did well in the beginning. I realized that I couldn't do both rooms at the same time. I am, after all, only one person. So I set about trying to separate and sort the busier of the two rooms. Once I had items for other departments sorted, I walked them to each of four different departments. Then I got down to the task of organizing what belonged there and trying to return it to its rightful place on the sales floor.
About an hour later, an older woman approached me from one of those 'four different departments'. She held in her hand two items. One was a pair of shorts and one was a necklace. She held them out to me and said, "These are not mine. This one goes to petites and this one goes to jewelry." I could not fathom what she was saying. Not because she was not correct, but because she had walked twice as far to return these things to me as she would have needed to do to return them to their correct departments. I took them from her and said, "Really? OK." To which she replied, in quite a rant, "Are you always this nasty? Do you have a problem? Is there something wrong with you?" And on and on, whilst walking through customers. I could not decide whether to beat her to death with a hanger or sit on the floor and cry!
Sometimes, we all need a little lesson in 'practicing what we preach'. I needed to take a deep breath and relax. I needed to take a step back and realize the full weight of the subject (which is NOTHING) and move beyond it. So, after a rather sleepless night, and assurance that my superior and her superior will be chatting with this woman about her bad behavior, I will face this day with a renewed splendor of all that is grand and glorious! She does not matter in the grand scheme of things that matter to me. My only hope is that I don't front kick her in the sternum or palm heel her in the face should she annoy me today. Send me your happy thoughts and remind me to 'practice what I preach'!
Thanks ~
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Gifts
Some folks, as I have seen first-hand at work, spend gazillions of dollars for presents. Other folks, I know from experience, craft amazing and incredible hand-made gifts. I am certain, however, that the store that NEVER closes and the gift that never fails . . . is love!
Whatever you place under your tree, Menorah or Festivus Pole . . . remember, please, to wrap it up with love. Tie those ribbons with hugs. Attach those bows with faith and friendship and support. If I could somehow gather memories and make them tangible, I'd create a scrapbook for the world to view. I'd emphasize that the grandest presents I've ever received are the ones that came from the heart; were treasured moments in time; and hold no earthly value and yet, are somehow absolutely priceless! Love is truly a gift from the heart and adorned by the soul!
When you give this year . . . give with love, from your heart, enveloped with soul!
Whatever you place under your tree, Menorah or Festivus Pole . . . remember, please, to wrap it up with love. Tie those ribbons with hugs. Attach those bows with faith and friendship and support. If I could somehow gather memories and make them tangible, I'd create a scrapbook for the world to view. I'd emphasize that the grandest presents I've ever received are the ones that came from the heart; were treasured moments in time; and hold no earthly value and yet, are somehow absolutely priceless! Love is truly a gift from the heart and adorned by the soul!
When you give this year . . . give with love, from your heart, enveloped with soul!
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
A little stroll . . .
A little stroll, today, down memory lane . . .
Growing up in a tiny town in upstate New York, I was exposed to all kinds of "different" adventures. I remember in early summer, my brothers and I would all find some white t-shirts and we'd go outside and play mulberry tag. We had three mulberry trees in our front yard. There were plenty of mulberries on the ground to pick up and zing at each other. A direct shot left splendid arrays of colorful, almost tye-dyed effects on those t-shirts. But, the point of the game was to try to get into the trees to pick and throw the berries from a much better vantage point. The least purple kid kinda won the game!
Flashlight tag was another favorite game, as was help tag. Flashlight tag is kind of an obvious game, but help tag was a bit more strategic. Between the Rider's, Redfield's, Reitano's, Macias's, and neighborhood kids there were usually about 20 or so kids playing and one person was "it". At the game's beginning, everyone scatters and the "it" person tries to tag another person. Now there are two "it" people, but the second "it" person doesn't tell anyone else they are "it". It is the strategic portion of the game where they will try to hide with a third person from the original "it" and then tag the third person and now there are three "it" people. It was a terribly engaging game in which no one trusted anyone because you never knew who was it. We hid in trees, in car trunks, under stairs. It was crazy. The final person to not be tagged "it," won the game but began the next game as the initial "it" person! We played all afternoon and into the darkness of the night! Such fun!
And at the Rider house . . . which was no ordinary house . . . there was always music. My parents would invite their friends over and they would inevitably start playing music and there would be singing and dancing and all kinds of what us kids thought was craziness. So, while we allowed our parents to head off the 'deep end,' we would create these elaborate plays with props, stage direction, scripts, and most definitely some seriously dramatic endings. When the parents were all sang out or danced to death, we would assemble them in our audience chairs and make them watch our big production. It didn't occur to me til I am writing this that maybe they thought we were the crazy people! Hmmmmmmm.
We played kickball and dodgeball and rode bikes for hours! We hiked through the woods, down the tracks, and all the while tried to believe we were some serious outdoorsmen looking for animal tracks, scat and other things I'm pretty sure none of us really knew about. Funny though, that some of us grew up to know ALL about those sorts of things! Kinda makes ya smile!
Life seemed simple as I look back now. What I wouldn't do for a little game of help tag, kickball, or even a mulberry fight! Those were good times with great people! And now . . . my aged feet are tired from my 'stroll' and I must return to reality. It sure was a nice trip, though. Hope you enjoyed walking with me down memory lane. Maybe it will have stirred up a few pleasantries of your own! Thanks for the company!
Growing up in a tiny town in upstate New York, I was exposed to all kinds of "different" adventures. I remember in early summer, my brothers and I would all find some white t-shirts and we'd go outside and play mulberry tag. We had three mulberry trees in our front yard. There were plenty of mulberries on the ground to pick up and zing at each other. A direct shot left splendid arrays of colorful, almost tye-dyed effects on those t-shirts. But, the point of the game was to try to get into the trees to pick and throw the berries from a much better vantage point. The least purple kid kinda won the game!
Flashlight tag was another favorite game, as was help tag. Flashlight tag is kind of an obvious game, but help tag was a bit more strategic. Between the Rider's, Redfield's, Reitano's, Macias's, and neighborhood kids there were usually about 20 or so kids playing and one person was "it". At the game's beginning, everyone scatters and the "it" person tries to tag another person. Now there are two "it" people, but the second "it" person doesn't tell anyone else they are "it". It is the strategic portion of the game where they will try to hide with a third person from the original "it" and then tag the third person and now there are three "it" people. It was a terribly engaging game in which no one trusted anyone because you never knew who was it. We hid in trees, in car trunks, under stairs. It was crazy. The final person to not be tagged "it," won the game but began the next game as the initial "it" person! We played all afternoon and into the darkness of the night! Such fun!
And at the Rider house . . . which was no ordinary house . . . there was always music. My parents would invite their friends over and they would inevitably start playing music and there would be singing and dancing and all kinds of what us kids thought was craziness. So, while we allowed our parents to head off the 'deep end,' we would create these elaborate plays with props, stage direction, scripts, and most definitely some seriously dramatic endings. When the parents were all sang out or danced to death, we would assemble them in our audience chairs and make them watch our big production. It didn't occur to me til I am writing this that maybe they thought we were the crazy people! Hmmmmmmm.
We played kickball and dodgeball and rode bikes for hours! We hiked through the woods, down the tracks, and all the while tried to believe we were some serious outdoorsmen looking for animal tracks, scat and other things I'm pretty sure none of us really knew about. Funny though, that some of us grew up to know ALL about those sorts of things! Kinda makes ya smile!
Life seemed simple as I look back now. What I wouldn't do for a little game of help tag, kickball, or even a mulberry fight! Those were good times with great people! And now . . . my aged feet are tired from my 'stroll' and I must return to reality. It sure was a nice trip, though. Hope you enjoyed walking with me down memory lane. Maybe it will have stirred up a few pleasantries of your own! Thanks for the company!
Monday, December 12, 2011
Unusual Heroes!
Heroes come in all shapes and sizes. They come in comic-book strength and in every day valor! I believe each one of us possesses the ability to become a hero and to do heroic things. To believe that, one must understand what "hero" means.
Hero: of distinguished courage or ability, admired for brave deeds and noble qualities
It does not say: Wears a cape. It does not say: Bends steel with bare hands. It does not say: Moves mountains with mind. It does not say: Is famous or world-reknown. It does not say: Has massive wealth.
Of distinguished courage or ability!
Moving beyond the capacities or limitations placed on yourself or on you by others.
Admired for brave deeds and noble qualities!
Taking action to assist those who are in need or are less fortunate.
Any one of us can be a hero! And you can be a hero every day! In fact . . . be a hero today!
Hero: of distinguished courage or ability, admired for brave deeds and noble qualities
It does not say: Wears a cape. It does not say: Bends steel with bare hands. It does not say: Moves mountains with mind. It does not say: Is famous or world-reknown. It does not say: Has massive wealth.
Of distinguished courage or ability!
Moving beyond the capacities or limitations placed on yourself or on you by others.
Admired for brave deeds and noble qualities!
Taking action to assist those who are in need or are less fortunate.
Any one of us can be a hero! And you can be a hero every day! In fact . . . be a hero today!
Saturday, December 10, 2011
PEACE
Today I wish you PEACE!
Pure
Enlightenment
And
Continual
Euphoria
May PEACE envelope you, caress you, strengthen you, feed you, energize you, challenge you, fortify you and bring you abundant blessings throughout this holiday season and through 2012!
Pure
Enlightenment
And
Continual
Euphoria
May PEACE envelope you, caress you, strengthen you, feed you, energize you, challenge you, fortify you and bring you abundant blessings throughout this holiday season and through 2012!
Friday, December 9, 2011
Pennies from Heaven
See a penny, pick it up. All the day, you'll have good luck!
Not sure if that came from Grease or was popular prior, but I know that since I was a tiny kid I was always looking for pennies that were heads-up. They were supposed to be the best luck ever. Sometimes, I heard that you're supposed to carry them in your pocket, or even put them in your shoe for good luck. One of my favorite twists on the tale is that the very wealthy gentleman was seen stepping out of his Rolls Royce, bending over in his bazillion dollar suit in a parking lot to pick up a penny. When asked why he would ever be interested, with all his endless fortune, in picking up a mere penny, he answered that, "It says, 'In God We Trust'. And I do." And it's all good! The penny you pick up today is a penny you didn't have yesterday!
Today I spend my morning answering phones for the All Children's Hospital Radiothon on 103.5 locally. Believe me when I say that these folks know the importance of a penny. EVERY little one makes a huge difference at their facility. Their commitment, technology, and dedication are incredible and I am blessed enough to have had them available for not one, but both of my children. I know of literally hundreds of other ACH stories. Each one a blessing!
Make your pennies count. Do something good with them. Call in and donate or, put your pennies in a Salvation Army bucket, or toward Metropolitan Ministries, or a shelter, or your church, or a needy family. Your tiny little coppery coins can make miracle magic!
Not sure if that came from Grease or was popular prior, but I know that since I was a tiny kid I was always looking for pennies that were heads-up. They were supposed to be the best luck ever. Sometimes, I heard that you're supposed to carry them in your pocket, or even put them in your shoe for good luck. One of my favorite twists on the tale is that the very wealthy gentleman was seen stepping out of his Rolls Royce, bending over in his bazillion dollar suit in a parking lot to pick up a penny. When asked why he would ever be interested, with all his endless fortune, in picking up a mere penny, he answered that, "It says, 'In God We Trust'. And I do." And it's all good! The penny you pick up today is a penny you didn't have yesterday!
Today I spend my morning answering phones for the All Children's Hospital Radiothon on 103.5 locally. Believe me when I say that these folks know the importance of a penny. EVERY little one makes a huge difference at their facility. Their commitment, technology, and dedication are incredible and I am blessed enough to have had them available for not one, but both of my children. I know of literally hundreds of other ACH stories. Each one a blessing!
Make your pennies count. Do something good with them. Call in and donate or, put your pennies in a Salvation Army bucket, or toward Metropolitan Ministries, or a shelter, or your church, or a needy family. Your tiny little coppery coins can make miracle magic!
Thursday, December 8, 2011
We All Matter!
Today, I'd like to point out how very vital every person is! No matter their financial capacity, their educational endeavors, their social status, their employment title, or anything else.
Every person plays a role in every day. Without the attendant at the gas station, who rises at some unGodly hour to open the facility, you aren't getting any gas to get to your all-important job. Without the cashier that you might look down upon, you're not getting your groceries or your Christmas shopping items. Without the volunteer bell-ringers, some families would have no holidays or meals at all. Without each other . . . the world would be a very lonely place!
Share a little love and respect as you travel through your day. Remember that we are all facing issues, dilemmas, troubles and trials. Yours don't seem as important to me as mine. And mine don't seem as important to you as they do to me. But . . . each is terribly important! We all matter! We all make a difference! Make that difference a positive one!
Every person plays a role in every day. Without the attendant at the gas station, who rises at some unGodly hour to open the facility, you aren't getting any gas to get to your all-important job. Without the cashier that you might look down upon, you're not getting your groceries or your Christmas shopping items. Without the volunteer bell-ringers, some families would have no holidays or meals at all. Without each other . . . the world would be a very lonely place!
Share a little love and respect as you travel through your day. Remember that we are all facing issues, dilemmas, troubles and trials. Yours don't seem as important to me as mine. And mine don't seem as important to you as they do to me. But . . . each is terribly important! We all matter! We all make a difference! Make that difference a positive one!
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Journey
My little daily devotional today reads:
Sometimes we look so intently toward the top of our mountain that we stumble over the steps leading to it. The journey begins just where you are with blessings in every step.
This, today, strikes me as quite poignant. A lesson each of us can learn . . . and relearn . . . and then learn again! Patient, persistence, and appreciation!!!
A very dear and wonderful friend of mine, who has spent a very long time devoting her career and efforts to a fabulous cause was recently let go. Not only is the holidays a horrible time to lose your job, but losing your job in today's economy is a nightmare no matter when it happens. In speaking to her, to ensure she was ok and in a proper mind-set, she surprised me! She expressed joy in the opportunity of being able to spend more time with her children; to be at home more as this job literally consumed her; and to refocus her efforts on finding something that better suits her ideals. She acknowledges her blessings and realizes that this is only an open door through which lies untold possibilities! She is a Ch-Angel through and through! God bless and enjoy your new freedom!
Another dear friend has had an issue with one of her children. In wishing that her child would behave a certain way; come home and realize the love that awaits her there; cherish the family unity that she's lacking . . . she is overlooking the beauteous joys of her other children. This woman is one of the best moms I know. Her 'missing' child will eventually see what has been before her this entire time. You cannot force her to react or behave in a certain way. You simply pray for her safety and health. And you realize how amazing a parent you really are! Your other children adore your love and affection. Shower them with all you have.
No one said that life came with either directions or a guaranteed joy ride. Life is what it is. Savor the special moments, bask in the beauty that surrounds you, and realize the incredible blessings in every step of your journey. Travel safe, my friends!
Sometimes we look so intently toward the top of our mountain that we stumble over the steps leading to it. The journey begins just where you are with blessings in every step.
This, today, strikes me as quite poignant. A lesson each of us can learn . . . and relearn . . . and then learn again! Patient, persistence, and appreciation!!!
A very dear and wonderful friend of mine, who has spent a very long time devoting her career and efforts to a fabulous cause was recently let go. Not only is the holidays a horrible time to lose your job, but losing your job in today's economy is a nightmare no matter when it happens. In speaking to her, to ensure she was ok and in a proper mind-set, she surprised me! She expressed joy in the opportunity of being able to spend more time with her children; to be at home more as this job literally consumed her; and to refocus her efforts on finding something that better suits her ideals. She acknowledges her blessings and realizes that this is only an open door through which lies untold possibilities! She is a Ch-Angel through and through! God bless and enjoy your new freedom!
Another dear friend has had an issue with one of her children. In wishing that her child would behave a certain way; come home and realize the love that awaits her there; cherish the family unity that she's lacking . . . she is overlooking the beauteous joys of her other children. This woman is one of the best moms I know. Her 'missing' child will eventually see what has been before her this entire time. You cannot force her to react or behave in a certain way. You simply pray for her safety and health. And you realize how amazing a parent you really are! Your other children adore your love and affection. Shower them with all you have.
No one said that life came with either directions or a guaranteed joy ride. Life is what it is. Savor the special moments, bask in the beauty that surrounds you, and realize the incredible blessings in every step of your journey. Travel safe, my friends!
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Be Merry
When my dad passed away, I wrote a little something for his funeral. It included a portion of a song verse that SO enveloped what he was all about; and it really rings true this time of year.
"In the eyes, of a child, there is joy, there is laughter
There is hope, there is trust, a chance to shape the future
For the lessons of life, there is no better teacher
Than the look in the eyes of a child."
There is nothing more precious that the innocence and exuberance of a child. The simple wonders they see in things is a beautiful lesson for the rest of us. At this very special time of year, take a moment away from your insanity. Stop just for a moment or two and watch a child. Listen to the sheer thrill in their chatter. Watch the glimmer in their eyes as they take in all the sparkles, the shiny wrapping paper, the lights, and music, the sounds. It is just a magical time. It doesn't need to be your child. It can be any child. It should be every child.
If you dare . . if you think that you can find the strength . . . take a few seconds to find YOUR inner child. Let the cumbersome confines of adulthood be broken. Sing. Thrill. Glimmer. Enjoy! The joys of the season are yours for the taking! Be merry!
"In the eyes, of a child, there is joy, there is laughter
There is hope, there is trust, a chance to shape the future
For the lessons of life, there is no better teacher
Than the look in the eyes of a child."
There is nothing more precious that the innocence and exuberance of a child. The simple wonders they see in things is a beautiful lesson for the rest of us. At this very special time of year, take a moment away from your insanity. Stop just for a moment or two and watch a child. Listen to the sheer thrill in their chatter. Watch the glimmer in their eyes as they take in all the sparkles, the shiny wrapping paper, the lights, and music, the sounds. It is just a magical time. It doesn't need to be your child. It can be any child. It should be every child.
If you dare . . if you think that you can find the strength . . . take a few seconds to find YOUR inner child. Let the cumbersome confines of adulthood be broken. Sing. Thrill. Glimmer. Enjoy! The joys of the season are yours for the taking! Be merry!
Monday, December 5, 2011
Ready???
Accomplishment is an amazing thing!
Saturday, I baked, fudged, candied, etc. literally for TWELVE hours. Lots and lots of work, but the house smelled fabulous and I had Christmas music on the whole time and I was just singing and mixing and dancing and baking and it was fabulous!
Sunday, I made up several Christmas platters and got them prepared for delivery. Then I worked a seven hour shift at Macy's. Within that time, between myself and one other recovery worker, we completely cleaned out TWO dressing areas and sized out FOUR huge sales racks. If you've been in Macy's and know the Christmas madness, you'll know this is no easy task!
I also managed to wrap a few presents, pay the weekly bills, critique a school paper, help with a power point project, AND meet hubby for dinner!
I must admit, I am completely exhausted. But . . . instead of allowing the exhaustion to consume me, I allow it to breathe a new and invigorated life through me! How fabulous I feel having accomplished all those things. I made a diffeence. I cleaned things up. I made yummy treats! People, in many places, will be smiling and that, all by its lonesome, is enough to make me face another day with energy and exuberance! I cannot wait to see what today has in store for me.
Ready? Set? Goooooooooooooooooooooooo
Saturday, I baked, fudged, candied, etc. literally for TWELVE hours. Lots and lots of work, but the house smelled fabulous and I had Christmas music on the whole time and I was just singing and mixing and dancing and baking and it was fabulous!
Sunday, I made up several Christmas platters and got them prepared for delivery. Then I worked a seven hour shift at Macy's. Within that time, between myself and one other recovery worker, we completely cleaned out TWO dressing areas and sized out FOUR huge sales racks. If you've been in Macy's and know the Christmas madness, you'll know this is no easy task!
I also managed to wrap a few presents, pay the weekly bills, critique a school paper, help with a power point project, AND meet hubby for dinner!
I must admit, I am completely exhausted. But . . . instead of allowing the exhaustion to consume me, I allow it to breathe a new and invigorated life through me! How fabulous I feel having accomplished all those things. I made a diffeence. I cleaned things up. I made yummy treats! People, in many places, will be smiling and that, all by its lonesome, is enough to make me face another day with energy and exuberance! I cannot wait to see what today has in store for me.
Ready? Set? Goooooooooooooooooooooooo
Saturday, December 3, 2011
A New Holiday Outfit!
As the weather begins to cool down, there's something about Christmas-time that almost always warrants a brand new outfit! You just always feel so festive, merry, and joyous sporting some new threads! Let's see what kinds of things we can find to don during this most wonderful time of the year!
One should always start at the ground and work your way up. How about someone else's shoes? Take some time to ponder how others might be feeling this holiday season. Put yourself in their place when you feel that bitter holiday-rush cringe seeping into your psyche. Stand in their shoes for a while and maybe, just maybe, a little holiday warmth might return to you and even prompt you to spread a little holiday cheer.
What about some edgy holy jeans. Yes, I know that's spelled wrong! Instead of spending hundreds of dollars on the newest, most stylish pants out there . . . let's try to remember the Reason for the Season. Spreading a little Christmas joy, along with God's love and abundant acceptance, can warm even the coldest of nights.
A beautifully thick and fuzzy sweater. As you keep your heart warm, you will find it easier to warm the heart of others. There's nothing like a soft sweater to lure holiday hugs, Christmas cuddling, and festive feelings! Share the spirit. Share the warmth!
And elegant scarf to wrap yourself in the security of faith, family, and friendship. As you wind that warmth about your windpipe, remember to also wrap your love around those you care about; and even moreso, those without loved ones present for the holidays.
Atop your head, place a well chosen halo . . . i mean hat . . . to prevent the loss of heat and heart! When the madness lays upon you, the lines are long, tempers are short . . . don't lose your heart in the heat of the moment. You will find great reward in taking a deep breath and perhaps helping the person in front of you, instead of rolling your eyes and making rude comments; offering a hand to those in need, instead of wishing them out of your way; or perhaps simply stating "What a beautiful sweater" to a stranger and watching the icy chill drain right out of them.
For your hands, find not leather gloves or string-bound mittens, but opportunity! Adorn yourself with the chance to lend a helping hand, not cover 'em up! Touch works miracles! An offered appendage creates a world of opportunities!
So, this holiday season . . . and always . . . remember to dress appropriately!
You look mahhhhhhhhvelous!
One should always start at the ground and work your way up. How about someone else's shoes? Take some time to ponder how others might be feeling this holiday season. Put yourself in their place when you feel that bitter holiday-rush cringe seeping into your psyche. Stand in their shoes for a while and maybe, just maybe, a little holiday warmth might return to you and even prompt you to spread a little holiday cheer.
What about some edgy holy jeans. Yes, I know that's spelled wrong! Instead of spending hundreds of dollars on the newest, most stylish pants out there . . . let's try to remember the Reason for the Season. Spreading a little Christmas joy, along with God's love and abundant acceptance, can warm even the coldest of nights.
A beautifully thick and fuzzy sweater. As you keep your heart warm, you will find it easier to warm the heart of others. There's nothing like a soft sweater to lure holiday hugs, Christmas cuddling, and festive feelings! Share the spirit. Share the warmth!
And elegant scarf to wrap yourself in the security of faith, family, and friendship. As you wind that warmth about your windpipe, remember to also wrap your love around those you care about; and even moreso, those without loved ones present for the holidays.
Atop your head, place a well chosen halo . . . i mean hat . . . to prevent the loss of heat and heart! When the madness lays upon you, the lines are long, tempers are short . . . don't lose your heart in the heat of the moment. You will find great reward in taking a deep breath and perhaps helping the person in front of you, instead of rolling your eyes and making rude comments; offering a hand to those in need, instead of wishing them out of your way; or perhaps simply stating "What a beautiful sweater" to a stranger and watching the icy chill drain right out of them.
For your hands, find not leather gloves or string-bound mittens, but opportunity! Adorn yourself with the chance to lend a helping hand, not cover 'em up! Touch works miracles! An offered appendage creates a world of opportunities!
So, this holiday season . . . and always . . . remember to dress appropriately!
You look mahhhhhhhhvelous!
Friday, December 2, 2011
Callybillydannyjimmylynnieskipperskeeter!
I've often thought of writing a story of my youth! Most of it would be about growing up with all those brothers, the adventures we had, the plays we put on, the injury stories (and there were plenty), the losses we suffered, the lessons we learned and a million other memories.
There would be laughter. There would be tears. There would be anger. There would be fights. There would be happiness. There would be, obviously, my version of things although I am certain there are other versions out there. Chasing the train; crossing the tressel, following the tracks to prove where they led, nine people and a Newfoundland stuffed in a VW hatchback, golfing, tennis, biking, hiking, just a zillion stories swimming around in my tiny little head. It may not mean as much to other people as it would mean to me, or perhaps to my brothers, but some might find a connection or that it sparks a memory or two of their own past and their own youth. That would be perfect!
And, after years of trying to find some perfect title . . . the only one that truly suits the range of all things that would be included would be (and I can still hear her sweet voice ringing out) what my mom would yell when she wanted us all inside:
Cally, Billy, Danny, Jimmy, Lynnie, Skipper, Skeeter!
There would be laughter. There would be tears. There would be anger. There would be fights. There would be happiness. There would be, obviously, my version of things although I am certain there are other versions out there. Chasing the train; crossing the tressel, following the tracks to prove where they led, nine people and a Newfoundland stuffed in a VW hatchback, golfing, tennis, biking, hiking, just a zillion stories swimming around in my tiny little head. It may not mean as much to other people as it would mean to me, or perhaps to my brothers, but some might find a connection or that it sparks a memory or two of their own past and their own youth. That would be perfect!
And, after years of trying to find some perfect title . . . the only one that truly suits the range of all things that would be included would be (and I can still hear her sweet voice ringing out) what my mom would yell when she wanted us all inside:
Cally, Billy, Danny, Jimmy, Lynnie, Skipper, Skeeter!
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Hey Jack . . .
I know that I'm a great big baby these days, but I . . . am . . . cold!
Having grown up in New York, when one comes to Florida, you get VERY used to warm weather VERY quickly. Now I know that 45 degrees probably means a nice thermal long-sleeve shirt for my brothers and northern friends, but when you're used to running around in next-to-nothing for ten-and-a-half months out of the year, 45 degrees is the same as freezing!!! Although we have not stooped so low as to actually turn the heat on yet, we're still pretty chilly.
The only saving grace of all this shivering and layering is that it seems a little more like the holiday season. This has its good points and bad as well. I am one of the most festive folks you will ever come across. Christmas just brings out the crazy in me. I really don't need the cold, or the chill in the air. I would be thrilled to sweat through Christmas and New Year's! The holiday spirit is measured in your heart, not on the thermometer.
So, if you enjoy the brisk morning ice-scrapings, the waiting ten to fifteen minutes to ensure your car engine isn't frozen solid, the inability to actually put your arms at your sides due to the many clothing layers and your puffy coat, the sadness of your feet not seeing daylight for four to six months of the year . . . then travel northward to get your fix! I would kindly ask Jack Frost to stay north of the Mason-Dixon Line and let the Heatmeiser maintain control of the Sunshine state!
Thank you and have the merriest of Decembers . . . no matter where you are!
Having grown up in New York, when one comes to Florida, you get VERY used to warm weather VERY quickly. Now I know that 45 degrees probably means a nice thermal long-sleeve shirt for my brothers and northern friends, but when you're used to running around in next-to-nothing for ten-and-a-half months out of the year, 45 degrees is the same as freezing!!! Although we have not stooped so low as to actually turn the heat on yet, we're still pretty chilly.
The only saving grace of all this shivering and layering is that it seems a little more like the holiday season. This has its good points and bad as well. I am one of the most festive folks you will ever come across. Christmas just brings out the crazy in me. I really don't need the cold, or the chill in the air. I would be thrilled to sweat through Christmas and New Year's! The holiday spirit is measured in your heart, not on the thermometer.
So, if you enjoy the brisk morning ice-scrapings, the waiting ten to fifteen minutes to ensure your car engine isn't frozen solid, the inability to actually put your arms at your sides due to the many clothing layers and your puffy coat, the sadness of your feet not seeing daylight for four to six months of the year . . . then travel northward to get your fix! I would kindly ask Jack Frost to stay north of the Mason-Dixon Line and let the Heatmeiser maintain control of the Sunshine state!
Thank you and have the merriest of Decembers . . . no matter where you are!
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Christmas Wishes
Written in 1986 ~ what seems to be FOREVER ago . . .
Christmas Wishes '86
Although dulled by a year of warm weather
Christmas spirits once more are brightened
Lights, in the windows, are flashing
Hearts, by the music, are lightened
Wreaths are hung in the doorways
Mistletoe's sought by the vine
Icicles form from the gutters
The cold in the air chills your spine
The snow on the ground's brightly gleaming
The white in the air drops with grace
The children are out building snowmen
Rudolph-red noses on each little face
It's the truth that the holiday season
Is but the end of a year without friends
Wishing health & wealth & merriment
Coincidently, just what this poem sends.
A little rough, I know, but I was just a youngen at the time. The premise is perfect and the purpose is plain to see! Enjoy your holiday season. Merry Christmas to all!
Christmas Wishes '86
Although dulled by a year of warm weather
Christmas spirits once more are brightened
Lights, in the windows, are flashing
Hearts, by the music, are lightened
Wreaths are hung in the doorways
Mistletoe's sought by the vine
Icicles form from the gutters
The cold in the air chills your spine
The snow on the ground's brightly gleaming
The white in the air drops with grace
The children are out building snowmen
Rudolph-red noses on each little face
It's the truth that the holiday season
Is but the end of a year without friends
Wishing health & wealth & merriment
Coincidently, just what this poem sends.
A little rough, I know, but I was just a youngen at the time. The premise is perfect and the purpose is plain to see! Enjoy your holiday season. Merry Christmas to all!
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Presence, Not Presents!
In unpacking my many crates, boxes and wrapped up Christmas decorations, as is the case every year, I am swept away by emotions and memories of where certain things came from and who gave them to me. It is sometimes bittersweet, but always festive. If those folks have gone too soon, I know that they'd never want me saddened by their presents, but festive with their presence!
There's a musical, full-moving carousel that my mom purchased for me many years ago. It's beautiful, big, and very loud! It makes me smile! There are beautiful porcelain nativity scenes that I earned while selling Christmas Around the World. They make me proud. There are Santas from years gone by from hubby and friends. Santas make my heart happy! Of course there is a "first Christmas" ornament that is out all the time that my brother gave me - and now no longer speaks to me. That one hurts my heart, but I know that somewhere in his soul he still loves and cares about me. There are Angels from friends and cute little Christmas trinkets from family too. It's just a holiday filled with warmth and love.
I hope that as you decorate for your holidays, it is not about being more festive that the house next door. It's not about how many lights, or how many decorations you can stuff on or in your house. It is about the meaning behind, perhaps, every one of them. Get lost in your own Winter Wonderland this year - even if it's 80 degrees. Enjoy the memories you've made; and look forward to the memories yet to be made. Treasure the presence, not the presents!
Much love now and always ~
There's a musical, full-moving carousel that my mom purchased for me many years ago. It's beautiful, big, and very loud! It makes me smile! There are beautiful porcelain nativity scenes that I earned while selling Christmas Around the World. They make me proud. There are Santas from years gone by from hubby and friends. Santas make my heart happy! Of course there is a "first Christmas" ornament that is out all the time that my brother gave me - and now no longer speaks to me. That one hurts my heart, but I know that somewhere in his soul he still loves and cares about me. There are Angels from friends and cute little Christmas trinkets from family too. It's just a holiday filled with warmth and love.
I hope that as you decorate for your holidays, it is not about being more festive that the house next door. It's not about how many lights, or how many decorations you can stuff on or in your house. It is about the meaning behind, perhaps, every one of them. Get lost in your own Winter Wonderland this year - even if it's 80 degrees. Enjoy the memories you've made; and look forward to the memories yet to be made. Treasure the presence, not the presents!
Much love now and always ~
Monday, November 28, 2011
Generation Gap
There is definitely a generation gap in my family. Recently, I spoke to a brother of our fantastical Thanksgivings of long ago where it seemed there were hundreds of relatives and friends all coming together to feast and to just exist peacefully together. It seemed to be a magical time. He expressed his sadness that our children, because of fragmented sibling relations, would never experience such a gathering and a fellowship. It is truly a sad thing to realize that a "community" will be lost because we've have grown apart. I find it pitiful for our children. They deserve to live those magical moments, too.
And so, in a 'Billy Bots' moment, I sent out a mass text to all my nieces and nephews to join together at my home for next year's Thanksgiving. They are expected to bring spouses, housemates, children, and . . . should they be too young . . . they can even bring their parents. If their parents cannot seem to find some stable, common ground to stand on; maybe they will be encouraged to connect, stay in touch, and build their own relationships on their own terms and carry on and continue a tradition that seems to be fading. Wouldn't it be fantasmagorical if they chose to continue this tradition and met around the country at various cousin's houses for Thanksgivings? What a wonderful ripple I could start!
I can only hope that these young men and women are able to bridge the generation gap that others have caused. I apologize to you all if any of it stems from my actions or behavior. I am doing what I am able to fix and remedy the situation. So come oooooooooon down, or over, or up, or whatever and feast on delicious food, solidify family relations, and maybe your generation can help bridge the gap for us older folks!
And hopefully, this idea might spur some other folks to come up with a similar action. Bridge your generation gap.
And so, in a 'Billy Bots' moment, I sent out a mass text to all my nieces and nephews to join together at my home for next year's Thanksgiving. They are expected to bring spouses, housemates, children, and . . . should they be too young . . . they can even bring their parents. If their parents cannot seem to find some stable, common ground to stand on; maybe they will be encouraged to connect, stay in touch, and build their own relationships on their own terms and carry on and continue a tradition that seems to be fading. Wouldn't it be fantasmagorical if they chose to continue this tradition and met around the country at various cousin's houses for Thanksgivings? What a wonderful ripple I could start!
I can only hope that these young men and women are able to bridge the generation gap that others have caused. I apologize to you all if any of it stems from my actions or behavior. I am doing what I am able to fix and remedy the situation. So come oooooooooon down, or over, or up, or whatever and feast on delicious food, solidify family relations, and maybe your generation can help bridge the gap for us older folks!
And hopefully, this idea might spur some other folks to come up with a similar action. Bridge your generation gap.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
To speak or not to speak
So, in having dealt with customer service most of my life (seriously, for the past 36 years), it is only recently that I have realized the value of when to speak and when NOT to speak!
When I was younger, and obviously knew everything, I'd be quick to point out other people's mistakes and my incredibly superior intelligence. As I have aged, and understood how much is to gain by listening and observing, I have learned that that approach may not always be best. Sometimes, it is best to bite your tongue and just point your shoes in another direction. Or, in fact, to listen and learn. And then, there are those times when you are simply subjected to someone's rant or crazy actions and you really have no escape. These are the times when you are truly tested and can learn the most about yourself, your limitations, your stamina, and your resolve.
Two weeks ago, while in Publix, a woman in a motorized shopping cart backed into a free-standing rack of on-sale gum. Needless to say, there were gum packs everywhere. This woman did not even look behind her. She put her cart in forward and continued on her way. I was left standing there, staring at this huge mess that obviously needed to be cleaned up. I put down my basket and purse and began uprighting the stand and putting the gum packs back in there. Shortly thereafter a woman came from the opposite direction with her cart of Thanksgiving items. She stopped, out of necessity, due to the three packs of gum in front of her cart. She picked them up, handed them to me, and continued on her way. The younger me would have eagerly and quite excitedly thrown those packs of gum at her tiny little head. The older, more learned, me took a deep breath and continued to clean up the mess. No harm. No foul. The task was done and no one was injured.
Black Friday shoppers are not always the happiest of people. They are out to find "the deal of the century". You'd think they'd be all atitter with excitement. Not so much. It's more like put on your helmets and shoulder pads and get in a three-point stance! What made things worse was having to work with folks who think recovery people are at the bottom of the proverbial totem pole. If recovery doesn't recover, folks don't have items to buy. If recovery doesn't straighten the dressing rooms, you don't have product on the floor. Every job is vital to make the machine run smoothly. To maintain silence is not always the best policy. I was told to stay and clean a fitting room. Two doors down there was a lone cashier with at least five racks of clothes in hers. I said, "Your room is clean, she has no help. I will be over there." Not two minutes later the store manager was in the first area and I overheard her say, "She needs to go where they need help. You're fine here." Tiny victories are amazing! Even if I did spend the next five hours cleaning up the second fitting room. (Note to shoppers: Put stuff back where it goes, clean up your dressing room items, and be nice to the employees!)
Sometimes you speak. Sometimes you listen. Sometimes you just don't waste your breath. Pick your battles and fight when you need to. And enjoy your holiday season! :-)
When I was younger, and obviously knew everything, I'd be quick to point out other people's mistakes and my incredibly superior intelligence. As I have aged, and understood how much is to gain by listening and observing, I have learned that that approach may not always be best. Sometimes, it is best to bite your tongue and just point your shoes in another direction. Or, in fact, to listen and learn. And then, there are those times when you are simply subjected to someone's rant or crazy actions and you really have no escape. These are the times when you are truly tested and can learn the most about yourself, your limitations, your stamina, and your resolve.
Two weeks ago, while in Publix, a woman in a motorized shopping cart backed into a free-standing rack of on-sale gum. Needless to say, there were gum packs everywhere. This woman did not even look behind her. She put her cart in forward and continued on her way. I was left standing there, staring at this huge mess that obviously needed to be cleaned up. I put down my basket and purse and began uprighting the stand and putting the gum packs back in there. Shortly thereafter a woman came from the opposite direction with her cart of Thanksgiving items. She stopped, out of necessity, due to the three packs of gum in front of her cart. She picked them up, handed them to me, and continued on her way. The younger me would have eagerly and quite excitedly thrown those packs of gum at her tiny little head. The older, more learned, me took a deep breath and continued to clean up the mess. No harm. No foul. The task was done and no one was injured.
Black Friday shoppers are not always the happiest of people. They are out to find "the deal of the century". You'd think they'd be all atitter with excitement. Not so much. It's more like put on your helmets and shoulder pads and get in a three-point stance! What made things worse was having to work with folks who think recovery people are at the bottom of the proverbial totem pole. If recovery doesn't recover, folks don't have items to buy. If recovery doesn't straighten the dressing rooms, you don't have product on the floor. Every job is vital to make the machine run smoothly. To maintain silence is not always the best policy. I was told to stay and clean a fitting room. Two doors down there was a lone cashier with at least five racks of clothes in hers. I said, "Your room is clean, she has no help. I will be over there." Not two minutes later the store manager was in the first area and I overheard her say, "She needs to go where they need help. You're fine here." Tiny victories are amazing! Even if I did spend the next five hours cleaning up the second fitting room. (Note to shoppers: Put stuff back where it goes, clean up your dressing room items, and be nice to the employees!)
Sometimes you speak. Sometimes you listen. Sometimes you just don't waste your breath. Pick your battles and fight when you need to. And enjoy your holiday season! :-)
Saturday, November 26, 2011
I wish . . .
Let loose the merriment!
Thanksgiving and Christmas are my favorite times of the year. I drive my family nuts playing Christmas music in the car, in the house, and generally just humming or singing Christmas tunes non-stop. I have a plethora of collected Santas and Angels that greet visitors throughout my home along with always trying to keep the house smelling festive by cooking or baking. And, when the true meaning of Christmas finds its way into your house and home, not a thing in the world can squelch the joy!
I enjoy finding those perfect presents for friends and family. I adore writing out the Christmas cards, although Lenny always beats me to the punch! xoxo Putting up the outside lights is always a laugh riot as, although I'm not really allowed to climb on the roof, I sometimes do or help hubby as he strings a few expletives along with the twinkling strands! There is just abounding laughter and that truly makes my heart happy!
There are rituals my family follows. My brothers will remember this one: You can only empty stockings before eating breakfast, which needs to be a family meal, and then ~ and only then ~ can you meander under the tree. Hubby reads the kids "Twas the Night Before Christmas" the night before Christmas. Not sure how that will work this year. Each present gets opened for everyone to see. None of this tearing everything open before you even know who it's from or before heading to the next one. It is a day to slow down, enjoy the day, enjoy each other, and truly marvel at the wonder of Christmas.
I am wishing you a happy holiday season. I hope you have friends and family nearby. I hope you create your own special activities and rituals. I hope you make merry memories to last a life time. I wish you Peace. I wish you Love. I wish you . . . Christmas!
Thanksgiving and Christmas are my favorite times of the year. I drive my family nuts playing Christmas music in the car, in the house, and generally just humming or singing Christmas tunes non-stop. I have a plethora of collected Santas and Angels that greet visitors throughout my home along with always trying to keep the house smelling festive by cooking or baking. And, when the true meaning of Christmas finds its way into your house and home, not a thing in the world can squelch the joy!
I enjoy finding those perfect presents for friends and family. I adore writing out the Christmas cards, although Lenny always beats me to the punch! xoxo Putting up the outside lights is always a laugh riot as, although I'm not really allowed to climb on the roof, I sometimes do or help hubby as he strings a few expletives along with the twinkling strands! There is just abounding laughter and that truly makes my heart happy!
There are rituals my family follows. My brothers will remember this one: You can only empty stockings before eating breakfast, which needs to be a family meal, and then ~ and only then ~ can you meander under the tree. Hubby reads the kids "Twas the Night Before Christmas" the night before Christmas. Not sure how that will work this year. Each present gets opened for everyone to see. None of this tearing everything open before you even know who it's from or before heading to the next one. It is a day to slow down, enjoy the day, enjoy each other, and truly marvel at the wonder of Christmas.
I am wishing you a happy holiday season. I hope you have friends and family nearby. I hope you create your own special activities and rituals. I hope you make merry memories to last a life time. I wish you Peace. I wish you Love. I wish you . . . Christmas!
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Thanks!
To
Honor &
Acknowledge
Niceties,
Kindness, &
Servitude
I am thankful for so many things; too many to mention. It is easy to remember to give thanks today, but let's try to remember to give it every day!
Frolic with family and friends. Devour delectable dishes. Be thankful for all things, good and bad, that have allowed you to be what you are today. You are loved ~ and I am thankful for you!
Honor &
Acknowledge
Niceties,
Kindness, &
Servitude
I am thankful for so many things; too many to mention. It is easy to remember to give thanks today, but let's try to remember to give it every day!
Frolic with family and friends. Devour delectable dishes. Be thankful for all things, good and bad, that have allowed you to be what you are today. You are loved ~ and I am thankful for you!
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Enjoy Dessert
In honor of my mom, whom I will miss dearly this Thanksgiving (and every day), I'm offering you her most favorite of my desserts for this Thanksgiving. If any of you give it a shot, please let me know how you like it. Whenever she came here, she'd request it. This one's for you mom! I am thankful for all you have given me, taught me, shared with me, and bestowed upon me. I miss you! Enjoy dessert!
4 Layer Pie
Layer One
1-1/2 cups flour, 1-1/2 stick margarine melted, 1/2 cup nuts (I use sliced almonds)
Mix together and pat into a well-greased full size loaf pan. Bake in 350 degree oven for 15 minutes.
Let cool.
Layer Two
1 package 8 oz. cream cheese (softened), 1 cup confectioner's sugar, 1 cup cool whip
Mix well together and even out over Layer One
Layer Three
2 pkgs instant chocolate pudding made according to directions.
Pour evenly over Layer Two
Layer Four
Top off with remaining cool whip and top with slivered almonds (or nuts of your liking)
Refrigerate and devour when hungry!
Enjoy Dessert!
4 Layer Pie
Layer One
1-1/2 cups flour, 1-1/2 stick margarine melted, 1/2 cup nuts (I use sliced almonds)
Mix together and pat into a well-greased full size loaf pan. Bake in 350 degree oven for 15 minutes.
Let cool.
Layer Two
1 package 8 oz. cream cheese (softened), 1 cup confectioner's sugar, 1 cup cool whip
Mix well together and even out over Layer One
Layer Three
2 pkgs instant chocolate pudding made according to directions.
Pour evenly over Layer Two
Layer Four
Top off with remaining cool whip and top with slivered almonds (or nuts of your liking)
Refrigerate and devour when hungry!
Enjoy Dessert!
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Feasting
In thinking about Thanksgivings past; I must say I have become a little melancholy. Don't get me wrong. I have an incredible amount of things to be thankful for. They far outweigh the troubles, but . . .
When I was very young, we spent most Thanksgivings at "Poppa," my grandmother's, home. It was a grand place to gather. There were at least seven of us, plus the seven other aunts and uncles and their spouses, boyfriends, girlfriends, or whatever; and then friends, too. The adults ate in the dining room and it seems I never made it out of the kitchen and away from the kiddy table.
Some years later, as my aunts and uncles aged, the venue shifted to our house. We even splurged on restaurant-style tables with serious folding leaves that could literally take off a finger if you weren't careful. I think it was a good many years before I made it to the adult table here, but I just remember all the smells and what seemed to always be like a hundred people. The house was always full of family and friends. It was spectacular.
As I grew up and flew the proverbial coop, I began my own Thanksgivings with my family. We had an occasional expansive dinner with Vic's family because they live much closer, but mostly, it was just the four of us. And now . . . since Deanna and her boyfriend ate dinner with us last year, they will be dining at Nick's mom's house this year. Dinner is down to three. In another year or so, it may just be Vic and I staring at each other across the table with a whining, gray-haired Max begging for scraps at our feet.
I realize that time marches on and lives evolve and change. There will always be an empty seat at our table for those who have left us far too early, but to have those seats empty because lives have developed is a hard pill to swallow. I'm sure I will fill the void and learn, in time, to go to my kids' homes to enjoy Thanksgiving, but for now . . . I will simply marvel at all the fabulously fond memories I've had through the many years of feasting, friends, and family and get my fill that way.
If you are lucky enough to be surrounded with family on Thanksgiving, cherish every moment. Even if you've got a crazy aunt or sleepy grandfather or crying babies. It's all good and, in time, you'll miss those things. I am truly Thankful for my memories, my friends, my family and my many, many Thanksgivings!
Feast well, my friends . . .
When I was very young, we spent most Thanksgivings at "Poppa," my grandmother's, home. It was a grand place to gather. There were at least seven of us, plus the seven other aunts and uncles and their spouses, boyfriends, girlfriends, or whatever; and then friends, too. The adults ate in the dining room and it seems I never made it out of the kitchen and away from the kiddy table.
Some years later, as my aunts and uncles aged, the venue shifted to our house. We even splurged on restaurant-style tables with serious folding leaves that could literally take off a finger if you weren't careful. I think it was a good many years before I made it to the adult table here, but I just remember all the smells and what seemed to always be like a hundred people. The house was always full of family and friends. It was spectacular.
As I grew up and flew the proverbial coop, I began my own Thanksgivings with my family. We had an occasional expansive dinner with Vic's family because they live much closer, but mostly, it was just the four of us. And now . . . since Deanna and her boyfriend ate dinner with us last year, they will be dining at Nick's mom's house this year. Dinner is down to three. In another year or so, it may just be Vic and I staring at each other across the table with a whining, gray-haired Max begging for scraps at our feet.
I realize that time marches on and lives evolve and change. There will always be an empty seat at our table for those who have left us far too early, but to have those seats empty because lives have developed is a hard pill to swallow. I'm sure I will fill the void and learn, in time, to go to my kids' homes to enjoy Thanksgiving, but for now . . . I will simply marvel at all the fabulously fond memories I've had through the many years of feasting, friends, and family and get my fill that way.
If you are lucky enough to be surrounded with family on Thanksgiving, cherish every moment. Even if you've got a crazy aunt or sleepy grandfather or crying babies. It's all good and, in time, you'll miss those things. I am truly Thankful for my memories, my friends, my family and my many, many Thanksgivings!
Feast well, my friends . . .
Monday, November 21, 2011
Latitude and Longitude
On a good day, with some decent shoes on, without some post-workout-pain-hunch, I stand a whopping 5'5". Not very impressive, right? I'm thinking it's not even average any more as I used to mentor at the high school and felt like a grade-schooler. But today I struggle to impress upon you that it is not the size of the skeleton that matters, but the size of the heart that lies within it!
I could have physically and literally looked down on Beethoven, Capote, Andrew Carnegie, Sammy Davis Jr., and Houdini. And Al Pacino is only an inch taller than me. Yet these figures have captured audiences and moments in history forever! Size really does NOT matter!
With faith the size of a mustard seed, you can say to the mountain "Move!" and it will be so. What is inside each one of us propels us toward our dreams and aspirations. Achievement is not measured with the height of your tallest, gelled-up hair. It is measured by the faith, grit, and determination you pour into your endeavors.
Fame and fortune are relative matters. I cannot afford a Ferrari, but I am truly richer than most. I have fabulous brothers, an incredible family, an outstanding network of friends and support, I have met my goal of having published books and poetry, and continually strive to meet new goals. Now THAT matters . . . to me. We grow as tall as we need to be on the outside. I am hoping that you continue to always grow on the inside. Learn, read, educate yourself, experience new things, expand your horizons and know that your latitude might be limited, but your longitude is entirely up to you!
I could have physically and literally looked down on Beethoven, Capote, Andrew Carnegie, Sammy Davis Jr., and Houdini. And Al Pacino is only an inch taller than me. Yet these figures have captured audiences and moments in history forever! Size really does NOT matter!
With faith the size of a mustard seed, you can say to the mountain "Move!" and it will be so. What is inside each one of us propels us toward our dreams and aspirations. Achievement is not measured with the height of your tallest, gelled-up hair. It is measured by the faith, grit, and determination you pour into your endeavors.
Fame and fortune are relative matters. I cannot afford a Ferrari, but I am truly richer than most. I have fabulous brothers, an incredible family, an outstanding network of friends and support, I have met my goal of having published books and poetry, and continually strive to meet new goals. Now THAT matters . . . to me. We grow as tall as we need to be on the outside. I am hoping that you continue to always grow on the inside. Learn, read, educate yourself, experience new things, expand your horizons and know that your latitude might be limited, but your longitude is entirely up to you!
Saturday, November 19, 2011
The joy of cleaning . . .
Cleaning! :-(
Does anyone ever get excited about cleaning? I sit and stare at my tornado-must-have-come-through house and know I have to straighten it up and clean, clean, clean. I know I'm going to need coffee, and lots of it, to begin this task. There is that weighted dread knowing that I will begin by cleaning off the dining room table, but will find something that goes somewhere else and see the mess there and begin cleaning that mess, only to find something that belongs in the dining room and be caught in the cleaning spiral of death. It never ends and you just find yourself walking around in circles.
Slowly, though, things find their home, order finds its place, and a strange serenity takes root. You could, almost literally, fall over from exhaustion, but the counter's clean, the table's clean, the laundry's done, the bathroom's are sparkly, the floor's are swept and vacuumed and . . . there is peace! And, in your exhaustion, you find a kernel of exhiliration and realize that if you can do that, you can do anything! There is a feeling of accomplishment and contentment. You pat yourself on the back and realize you've done a marvelous thing. What a fabulous feeling of freedom and finishing.
Until you realize it's Thanksgiving, you've got family coming over in two hours and you haven't even started cooking! Smile, friends. Today I'm feeling a little silly! Enjoy your day!
Does anyone ever get excited about cleaning? I sit and stare at my tornado-must-have-come-through house and know I have to straighten it up and clean, clean, clean. I know I'm going to need coffee, and lots of it, to begin this task. There is that weighted dread knowing that I will begin by cleaning off the dining room table, but will find something that goes somewhere else and see the mess there and begin cleaning that mess, only to find something that belongs in the dining room and be caught in the cleaning spiral of death. It never ends and you just find yourself walking around in circles.
Slowly, though, things find their home, order finds its place, and a strange serenity takes root. You could, almost literally, fall over from exhaustion, but the counter's clean, the table's clean, the laundry's done, the bathroom's are sparkly, the floor's are swept and vacuumed and . . . there is peace! And, in your exhaustion, you find a kernel of exhiliration and realize that if you can do that, you can do anything! There is a feeling of accomplishment and contentment. You pat yourself on the back and realize you've done a marvelous thing. What a fabulous feeling of freedom and finishing.
Until you realize it's Thanksgiving, you've got family coming over in two hours and you haven't even started cooking! Smile, friends. Today I'm feeling a little silly! Enjoy your day!
Friday, November 18, 2011
Pets are People, Too
Some of you will 'get' this and others it will lightly skip right over your heads. For those of you lucky enough to have had pets, this is for you.
Growing up, there was a plethora of constant companions in our home. We had bunnies - which the weasel or something got; baby chicks - which our cat got; tons of cats and kittens - which our giant Newfoundland sometimes got; and a forever flow of pooches. We were caretakers of wounded critters and pet-sitters for friends who went vacationing.
The dogs I remember were a German Shepherd, Newfoundland, Beagle-mix, and a St. Bernard. When we wanted to have a cat, a friend caught a wild cat and so began that journey. On various Thanksgivings, with all kinds of friends and family showing up, there was a 'dog on every tree'. It was really kind of neat. And every one of those pets was a blessing - each with his or her own story and history and memories.
When I met and moved in with my husband, he left me a message after work one day that there was a surprise in the apartment but I had to find it. After quite a while, actually, I found and fell in love with a tiny little Scottish Terrier, Floyd. Floyd helped my kids grow up. Floyd moved from an apartment and running around in Chastain Park, to our house in Marietta, to our homes in Florida. He was very adaptable and a fabulous pooch. In the end, he had had to have his ear quilted, an infected toe removed and finally a 106 degree fever forced us to put him down. It was terrible. A wonderful book of memories about Floyd gave us an outlet for our grieving and to forever enshrine him into our family memories.
Several months later, without that unconditional love awaiting us each day, we got Maximus - the runt of a thirteen puppy litter. If you know Max, he's not much of a runt any more - weighing in around 85 -90 pounds. He has aged with the children and now is prematurely grey, much like Vic and I. He is as much a member of our family as any of the four of us. He speaks, whines, cries, celebrates, and again, loves us without fail, reason, or condition. He is, in every sense, a Marinello.
My dear friend and neighbor, within a month's time witnessed his mother AND father both passing away and then but a few days later had to put his thirteen year old lab down. Mom and dad are one thing, but to top it off with your pooch is just an entirely different story. There is such a bond and a unity you create with your pets that folks without them just don't understand. There is nothing they wouldn't do for you and there is certainly nothing you wouldn't do for them. Pets are people too!
Today, if you are a pet person, squish your critter. Love them and give 'em a little extra attention. They deserve it. No matter how hectic your day may be, they are there - without exception, waiting to love you like they do EVERY day, no matter what. Reciprocate!
Growing up, there was a plethora of constant companions in our home. We had bunnies - which the weasel or something got; baby chicks - which our cat got; tons of cats and kittens - which our giant Newfoundland sometimes got; and a forever flow of pooches. We were caretakers of wounded critters and pet-sitters for friends who went vacationing.
The dogs I remember were a German Shepherd, Newfoundland, Beagle-mix, and a St. Bernard. When we wanted to have a cat, a friend caught a wild cat and so began that journey. On various Thanksgivings, with all kinds of friends and family showing up, there was a 'dog on every tree'. It was really kind of neat. And every one of those pets was a blessing - each with his or her own story and history and memories.
When I met and moved in with my husband, he left me a message after work one day that there was a surprise in the apartment but I had to find it. After quite a while, actually, I found and fell in love with a tiny little Scottish Terrier, Floyd. Floyd helped my kids grow up. Floyd moved from an apartment and running around in Chastain Park, to our house in Marietta, to our homes in Florida. He was very adaptable and a fabulous pooch. In the end, he had had to have his ear quilted, an infected toe removed and finally a 106 degree fever forced us to put him down. It was terrible. A wonderful book of memories about Floyd gave us an outlet for our grieving and to forever enshrine him into our family memories.
Several months later, without that unconditional love awaiting us each day, we got Maximus - the runt of a thirteen puppy litter. If you know Max, he's not much of a runt any more - weighing in around 85 -90 pounds. He has aged with the children and now is prematurely grey, much like Vic and I. He is as much a member of our family as any of the four of us. He speaks, whines, cries, celebrates, and again, loves us without fail, reason, or condition. He is, in every sense, a Marinello.
My dear friend and neighbor, within a month's time witnessed his mother AND father both passing away and then but a few days later had to put his thirteen year old lab down. Mom and dad are one thing, but to top it off with your pooch is just an entirely different story. There is such a bond and a unity you create with your pets that folks without them just don't understand. There is nothing they wouldn't do for you and there is certainly nothing you wouldn't do for them. Pets are people too!
Today, if you are a pet person, squish your critter. Love them and give 'em a little extra attention. They deserve it. No matter how hectic your day may be, they are there - without exception, waiting to love you like they do EVERY day, no matter what. Reciprocate!
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Buck the trend!
I just read someone's post on Facebook this morning about how he has come to enjoy the "recent trend" of people being positive and nice in their postings. Something along those lines. And I praise you for realizing the difference, my friend!
For EVER I have been talking about the strength of words. When your energy has failed, your muscles ache, your stamina has been completely drained . . . you will ALWAYS have control and command over your mouth!
A kind word, a pleasant "Good Afternoon!," or maybe, "Isn't that a great color on you?" can just do wonders for another human being. What is so very interesting, though, is the benefits it holds for you! Your actions and speech toward another human being begins, as I have reiterated in the past, a ripple effect. You will probably never know its end result, but you should be thrilled in knowing that something wonderful started with a simple, effortless, kind, and gentle word! That knowledge plants a seed within you to do it again, to feel that same euphoric, genuine happiness again.
When you're frazzled . . . and let's face it, we've all been there . . . it's easy to snap at people. Is it their fault your car didn't start, bills aren't paid, bad hair day, or whatever might have set you off? Most likely . . . no! So don't take it out on a stranger; when, undoubtedly they may be facing the same insanity you are. Instead, buck the trend! Do something different. Throw the universe off kilter. Say something NICE!!!
The power of the human voice is 100 times stronger than any muscle you possess! Wield it wisely, my friend!
For EVER I have been talking about the strength of words. When your energy has failed, your muscles ache, your stamina has been completely drained . . . you will ALWAYS have control and command over your mouth!
A kind word, a pleasant "Good Afternoon!," or maybe, "Isn't that a great color on you?" can just do wonders for another human being. What is so very interesting, though, is the benefits it holds for you! Your actions and speech toward another human being begins, as I have reiterated in the past, a ripple effect. You will probably never know its end result, but you should be thrilled in knowing that something wonderful started with a simple, effortless, kind, and gentle word! That knowledge plants a seed within you to do it again, to feel that same euphoric, genuine happiness again.
When you're frazzled . . . and let's face it, we've all been there . . . it's easy to snap at people. Is it their fault your car didn't start, bills aren't paid, bad hair day, or whatever might have set you off? Most likely . . . no! So don't take it out on a stranger; when, undoubtedly they may be facing the same insanity you are. Instead, buck the trend! Do something different. Throw the universe off kilter. Say something NICE!!!
The power of the human voice is 100 times stronger than any muscle you possess! Wield it wisely, my friend!
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Thanks Mom!
I am well aware that my most wonderfully, amazing mom is always watching over me. I know she keeps me safe and helps to lead me where I need to be. There are days that my heart is heavy, though, and I really, really miss her. Sometimes, I know that what I write comes from either something she instilled deeply within me . . . or just something she'd like to have me pursue for the day.
After I wrote, yesterday, of a Happy Heart I headed in to take a shower. I am not normally a shower singer. I bathe, I dress, I'm gone! As I stepped into the shower yesterday, I began to sing a tune . . . the entire tune . . . and knew that momma had enjoyed my blog for the day and was simply adding to it. The '68/'69 tune by Andy Williams would not really be anything most folks my age would know, I don't think. I would have only been two or three at the time of its release. This song came directly from my mom. She used to sing it, taught it to us, and it came through loud and clear yesterday! Thanks, momma, for simply touching base and letting me know you're there, enjoy the blogs, and for . . . my Happy Heart.
After I wrote, yesterday, of a Happy Heart I headed in to take a shower. I am not normally a shower singer. I bathe, I dress, I'm gone! As I stepped into the shower yesterday, I began to sing a tune . . . the entire tune . . . and knew that momma had enjoyed my blog for the day and was simply adding to it. The '68/'69 tune by Andy Williams would not really be anything most folks my age would know, I don't think. I would have only been two or three at the time of its release. This song came directly from my mom. She used to sing it, taught it to us, and it came through loud and clear yesterday! Thanks, momma, for simply touching base and letting me know you're there, enjoy the blogs, and for . . . my Happy Heart.
There's a certain sound always follows me around
When you're close to me you will hear it
It's the sound that lovers hear when they discover
There could be no other for their love
It's my happy heart you hear singing loud and singing clear
And it's all because you're near me, my love
Take my happy heart away let me love you night and day
In your arms I wanna stay, oh my love
Feeling more and more like I've never felt before
You have changed my life so completely
Music fills my soul now, I've lost all control now
I'm not half, I'm whole now with your love
When you're close to me you will hear it
It's the sound that lovers hear when they discover
There could be no other for their love
It's my happy heart you hear singing loud and singing clear
And it's all because you're near me, my love
Take my happy heart away let me love you night and day
In your arms I wanna stay, oh my love
Feeling more and more like I've never felt before
You have changed my life so completely
Music fills my soul now, I've lost all control now
I'm not half, I'm whole now with your love
It's my happy heart you hear singing loud and singing clear
And it's all because you're near me, my love
Take my happy heart away let me love you night and day
In your arms I wanna stay, oh my love
And it's all because you're near me, my love
Take my happy heart away let me love you night and day
In your arms I wanna stay, oh my love
Let your heart sing today . . .
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
A Happy Heart . . .
It truly makes my heart happy to do good things for other people.
I just helped do a drive for holiday gifts for Ronald McDonald House and All Children's Hospital for the upcoming holidays. The Ronald McDonald House liaison left with a carload of stuff and a little bit of cash to boot! The hospital has several boxes of items as well and both were blessed with a whole box each of beautiful hand-crocheted blankets by a dear guild branch member. What kindness and generosity sat in those boxes. What joy and blessings will be extended by those offerings. Thanks to those that assisted!
I should be receiving another trinket I had the distinct pleasure of making for an incredible friend of mine. The shop teacher at the middle school here just held an incredible Veterans Day ceremony and I've captured it in a book made tangible by mypublisher.com. This is an incredibly easy to use program and they make extraordinary gifts. Should you ever be looking for a unique wedding, shower, graduation, or birthday present . . . please check them out. Since it was announced at this Veterans Day ceremony that the shop teacher would be retiring, this book will be quite a fabulous keepsake for him. Shhhhhhhh! He doesn't know he's getting it! On another note, I also made books for all my brothers and step-dad after my mom passed away. I know I cherish mine very much. I hope they enjoy thumbing through theirs every now and again, too!
And today, I meet up with a gentleman who just oozes with the need to share the blessings he has been inundated with. He's a genuine, kind, giving, charismatic soul . . . and I've only talked to him over the phone. I really cannot wait to meet him. He might be my new best friend. I think it is vital to surround yourself with folks who believe what you believe, strive to achieve the same things you're after, and are supportive of your actions. This gentleman seems to be all that and then some. He will be assisting in our All Children's Hospital endeavors and I'm very much anticipating our meeting and awaiting what I know will be a magical outcome.
I know a lot of folks are having a hard time right now. In helping others, we often help ourselves. I hope those of you who are seeking an opportunity, take the opportunity to help someone else today. What comes back to you, I know, will make your heart happy too!
I just helped do a drive for holiday gifts for Ronald McDonald House and All Children's Hospital for the upcoming holidays. The Ronald McDonald House liaison left with a carload of stuff and a little bit of cash to boot! The hospital has several boxes of items as well and both were blessed with a whole box each of beautiful hand-crocheted blankets by a dear guild branch member. What kindness and generosity sat in those boxes. What joy and blessings will be extended by those offerings. Thanks to those that assisted!
I should be receiving another trinket I had the distinct pleasure of making for an incredible friend of mine. The shop teacher at the middle school here just held an incredible Veterans Day ceremony and I've captured it in a book made tangible by mypublisher.com. This is an incredibly easy to use program and they make extraordinary gifts. Should you ever be looking for a unique wedding, shower, graduation, or birthday present . . . please check them out. Since it was announced at this Veterans Day ceremony that the shop teacher would be retiring, this book will be quite a fabulous keepsake for him. Shhhhhhhh! He doesn't know he's getting it! On another note, I also made books for all my brothers and step-dad after my mom passed away. I know I cherish mine very much. I hope they enjoy thumbing through theirs every now and again, too!
And today, I meet up with a gentleman who just oozes with the need to share the blessings he has been inundated with. He's a genuine, kind, giving, charismatic soul . . . and I've only talked to him over the phone. I really cannot wait to meet him. He might be my new best friend. I think it is vital to surround yourself with folks who believe what you believe, strive to achieve the same things you're after, and are supportive of your actions. This gentleman seems to be all that and then some. He will be assisting in our All Children's Hospital endeavors and I'm very much anticipating our meeting and awaiting what I know will be a magical outcome.
I know a lot of folks are having a hard time right now. In helping others, we often help ourselves. I hope those of you who are seeking an opportunity, take the opportunity to help someone else today. What comes back to you, I know, will make your heart happy too!
Monday, November 14, 2011
Be You!
Some folks were meant to do magnificent feats and achieve great things. Salk and the polio vaccine. Jarvik and the artificial heart. Parks and racial equality. And a host of other people who have been able to make strides in research, health care, race & sexual standards, etc.
What about the rest of us? Most think they are here for the race of rats; the daily grind; the task of getting from one weekend to the next. I beg to differ.
Every person reading this and the bazillions who are not, each have something to offer this vast expanse of humanity. Some write. Some sing. Some teach. Some speak. Some counsel. Some defend. Some dance. Some perform. Some paint. Some preach. Some are caregivers. Some raise families. Some enlighten. Some create. Some serve. Some protect. Some explore. Some honor.
Each of those tasks, as mundane or unimportant as they may seem at the time, have a ripple effect you cannot comprehend. One smile changes the entire day of the recipient, who will in turn help out someone in minor distress, who goes home thrilled with a stranger's generosity and tells the story which causes the audience to continue the trend. What you do makes a difference. What you offer can change lives. What you contain within you can change the world.
I'm sure that Salk and Jarvik and Parks, were every day folks who played games as children, and grew up as very normal folks for their historical eras. Their efforts and endeavors to make a difference ~ made the difference. You may be the next big news story. You may also continue to quietly, effectively, and beautifully change the world around you with your incredible value and worth and passion.
Be you! You matter. You make a difference.
What about the rest of us? Most think they are here for the race of rats; the daily grind; the task of getting from one weekend to the next. I beg to differ.
Every person reading this and the bazillions who are not, each have something to offer this vast expanse of humanity. Some write. Some sing. Some teach. Some speak. Some counsel. Some defend. Some dance. Some perform. Some paint. Some preach. Some are caregivers. Some raise families. Some enlighten. Some create. Some serve. Some protect. Some explore. Some honor.
Each of those tasks, as mundane or unimportant as they may seem at the time, have a ripple effect you cannot comprehend. One smile changes the entire day of the recipient, who will in turn help out someone in minor distress, who goes home thrilled with a stranger's generosity and tells the story which causes the audience to continue the trend. What you do makes a difference. What you offer can change lives. What you contain within you can change the world.
I'm sure that Salk and Jarvik and Parks, were every day folks who played games as children, and grew up as very normal folks for their historical eras. Their efforts and endeavors to make a difference ~ made the difference. You may be the next big news story. You may also continue to quietly, effectively, and beautifully change the world around you with your incredible value and worth and passion.
Be you! You matter. You make a difference.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Thank You!
No quotes from others today. No scripture. No tales of long ago.
Today, I just want to say thank you!
Thank you to my niece who is giving up smoking! Thank you to my great-niece, who really is a GREAT niece and whose pictures so remind me of my Deanna. Thank you to the varied opinions of my friends that keep debates and discussions lively. Thank you for Words with Friends, or whatever game it is that keeps my brain active. Thank you for seeing old friends and making new ones. Thank you for my health. Thank you for my perseverance and grit. Thank you for my incredibly beautiful and amazing children. Thank you for the folks that compliment me on my incredibly beautiful and amazing children. Thank you for the most amazing husband I could ever hope for. Thank you for the breath taking area in which I've taken root. Thank you for my aging pooch who is about as cute as they come. Thank you for folks that support my endeavors. Thank you for my victories. Thank you for my challenges. Thank you for my brothers ~ who may not always play nicely with one another . . . or with me . . . but without them, I'd be lost. Thank you for laughter, and oceans, and nature, and tears, and work. Thank you for yesterday. Thank you for today. Thank you for sports, and dance, and music, and books. Thank you for hand written letters, emails, and Facebook. Thank you for my talents and thank you for my quirks. Thank you for my setbacks and thank you for my opportunities.
Thank you!
Today, I just want to say thank you!
Thank you to my niece who is giving up smoking! Thank you to my great-niece, who really is a GREAT niece and whose pictures so remind me of my Deanna. Thank you to the varied opinions of my friends that keep debates and discussions lively. Thank you for Words with Friends, or whatever game it is that keeps my brain active. Thank you for seeing old friends and making new ones. Thank you for my health. Thank you for my perseverance and grit. Thank you for my incredibly beautiful and amazing children. Thank you for the folks that compliment me on my incredibly beautiful and amazing children. Thank you for the most amazing husband I could ever hope for. Thank you for the breath taking area in which I've taken root. Thank you for my aging pooch who is about as cute as they come. Thank you for folks that support my endeavors. Thank you for my victories. Thank you for my challenges. Thank you for my brothers ~ who may not always play nicely with one another . . . or with me . . . but without them, I'd be lost. Thank you for laughter, and oceans, and nature, and tears, and work. Thank you for yesterday. Thank you for today. Thank you for sports, and dance, and music, and books. Thank you for hand written letters, emails, and Facebook. Thank you for my talents and thank you for my quirks. Thank you for my setbacks and thank you for my opportunities.
Thank you!
Friday, November 11, 2011
Gotta Love Henry
Today's tidbit came from one Henry Ford; a fairly intelligent, forward-thinking sort of gentleman.
"One of the greatest discoveries a man makes, one of his great surprises, is to find he can do what he was afraid he couldn't do."
Let that sink in for a minute. Now read it again!
When I was in high school and on the gymnastics team, I adored the floor exercise. It was quite an expressive outlet and all kinds of fun. Problem was that I, kind of like Henry Ford, was a forward-thinking person. I could do all kinds of tricks forward . . . but was terrified of going backwards. In my junior year, something snapped. Don't know if it was the boyfriend appendage or just the thought that this portion of my life was nearing an end, but I just swallowed that fear and gave it a shot. I amazed myself with backhandspring series, sommies, pikes, and all kinds of stuff. Once I got a taste of it, you couldn't stop me. Although I was nicknamed 'Lynnie the Pooh,' I was much more aligned with the Tigger persona.
On the golf course, I played pretty well and thoroughly enjoyed the game. I kind of got bored, though, just playing with my brothers all the time. I wanted another challenge. There were two teams at the club where we belonged . . . the A team and the B team . . . both of which were boys. I inquired about joining, even though I was petrified about playing with strangers in a truly competitive environment. I was told I'd have to play from the men's tees and challenge 1 to 2 players above and start at the bottom of the B team. By the end of high school, I had made the A team! Travelling to various clubs around the area was quite an experience and I recall the painstakingly slow welcome I received from male team mates until one day in Woodstock, on a beautiful par 3, where I hit the pin on my drive and nearly made a hole-in-one. Things changed after that. Fear had held me back, but now with the A team's support . . . 'I pity da fool!'
Public speaking is a dreaded activity for most people. Some folks just have the knack for it. Others, like myself, have all kinds of issues with it. . . . I look horrible; I sound like Minnie Mouse; I need to lose weight; no one wants to hear what I have to say . . . and a hundred other excuses. Then one day, my Christmas fantasies came true when a distributor for 'Christmas Around the World' came into the print shop and inquired about having business cards made. I knew, from attending previous parties, that the perks for the demonstrators were terrific . . . so, once again, I suppressed those trepidations and signed up. I was standing in people's living rooms, barely knowing some of the hostesses, with upwards of 30 strangers sometimes, . . . talking! Truly out of character for me, but I was very successful and very happy. People DID want to hear me . . . whether I think I sound like Minnie Mouse or not. People booked parties and more parties. It was super and I truly came out of my shell with that experience.
Fear is a weight that, if you allow it, will drag you to the depths of depression. To drop that weight, you will find that not only is your load lightened, but your entire horizon has changed. You are not so very interested in your shoes; but seem to be able to absorb a whole new surrounding; a new vision; opportunity! Had Henry allowed his fears to determine his fate . . . we might still be using the horse and buggy.
"One of the greatest discoveries a man makes, one of his great surprises, is to find he can do what he was afraid he couldn't do."
Let that sink in for a minute. Now read it again!
When I was in high school and on the gymnastics team, I adored the floor exercise. It was quite an expressive outlet and all kinds of fun. Problem was that I, kind of like Henry Ford, was a forward-thinking person. I could do all kinds of tricks forward . . . but was terrified of going backwards. In my junior year, something snapped. Don't know if it was the boyfriend appendage or just the thought that this portion of my life was nearing an end, but I just swallowed that fear and gave it a shot. I amazed myself with backhandspring series, sommies, pikes, and all kinds of stuff. Once I got a taste of it, you couldn't stop me. Although I was nicknamed 'Lynnie the Pooh,' I was much more aligned with the Tigger persona.
On the golf course, I played pretty well and thoroughly enjoyed the game. I kind of got bored, though, just playing with my brothers all the time. I wanted another challenge. There were two teams at the club where we belonged . . . the A team and the B team . . . both of which were boys. I inquired about joining, even though I was petrified about playing with strangers in a truly competitive environment. I was told I'd have to play from the men's tees and challenge 1 to 2 players above and start at the bottom of the B team. By the end of high school, I had made the A team! Travelling to various clubs around the area was quite an experience and I recall the painstakingly slow welcome I received from male team mates until one day in Woodstock, on a beautiful par 3, where I hit the pin on my drive and nearly made a hole-in-one. Things changed after that. Fear had held me back, but now with the A team's support . . . 'I pity da fool!'
Public speaking is a dreaded activity for most people. Some folks just have the knack for it. Others, like myself, have all kinds of issues with it. . . . I look horrible; I sound like Minnie Mouse; I need to lose weight; no one wants to hear what I have to say . . . and a hundred other excuses. Then one day, my Christmas fantasies came true when a distributor for 'Christmas Around the World' came into the print shop and inquired about having business cards made. I knew, from attending previous parties, that the perks for the demonstrators were terrific . . . so, once again, I suppressed those trepidations and signed up. I was standing in people's living rooms, barely knowing some of the hostesses, with upwards of 30 strangers sometimes, . . . talking! Truly out of character for me, but I was very successful and very happy. People DID want to hear me . . . whether I think I sound like Minnie Mouse or not. People booked parties and more parties. It was super and I truly came out of my shell with that experience.
Fear is a weight that, if you allow it, will drag you to the depths of depression. To drop that weight, you will find that not only is your load lightened, but your entire horizon has changed. You are not so very interested in your shoes; but seem to be able to absorb a whole new surrounding; a new vision; opportunity! Had Henry allowed his fears to determine his fate . . . we might still be using the horse and buggy.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Happy Veterans Day
Veterans Day is tomorrow. A day to honor those who serve this country and those who have given the ultimate sacrifice for others. God bless you all!
I will attend a local service tomorrow. I will cry. I will feel that patriotic lump in my throat and weight on my heart as I see Veterans throughout the day and try to thank each and every one. And I will cry. I will listen to a speech by a 30 year veteran whose younger brother was named after another brother who was killed in Okinawa days before his birth. I will cry again. My mind will wander to my dad, Calvin; my step-dad, Alfred; my father-in-law, Salvatore; my pseudo-uncle, Lenny; my step-dad, Alfonso; my brothers, Bill, Jim, and Skip; my nephew, Nick; and the masses of folks I'll never have the pleasure of meeting but whom I have the utmost respect and admiration for. The tears that fall will be somewhat sad in nature, but moreso, they will be red, white, and blue in color.
A simple acknowledgement is all that's necessary to touch the heart of a veteran. Just chat with them. The history lesson is far more extensive than anything you'll ever hear in school. Let them know you appreciate their sacrifice and their endeavors so that you may enjoy your freedoms. What a glorious group of human beings. We truly owe them everything!
Enjoy the day and all it holds dear to you.
I will attend a local service tomorrow. I will cry. I will feel that patriotic lump in my throat and weight on my heart as I see Veterans throughout the day and try to thank each and every one. And I will cry. I will listen to a speech by a 30 year veteran whose younger brother was named after another brother who was killed in Okinawa days before his birth. I will cry again. My mind will wander to my dad, Calvin; my step-dad, Alfred; my father-in-law, Salvatore; my pseudo-uncle, Lenny; my step-dad, Alfonso; my brothers, Bill, Jim, and Skip; my nephew, Nick; and the masses of folks I'll never have the pleasure of meeting but whom I have the utmost respect and admiration for. The tears that fall will be somewhat sad in nature, but moreso, they will be red, white, and blue in color.
A simple acknowledgement is all that's necessary to touch the heart of a veteran. Just chat with them. The history lesson is far more extensive than anything you'll ever hear in school. Let them know you appreciate their sacrifice and their endeavors so that you may enjoy your freedoms. What a glorious group of human beings. We truly owe them everything!
Enjoy the day and all it holds dear to you.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
A true gift!
I have often touted on here about surrounding yourself with good people. Last night, I was blessed to have been literally flanked by two extraordinary human beings. The night was spent at an All Children's Hospital Volunteer Recognition event. It was fabulous, to say the least!
On one side, an amazing leader who I was initially intimidated by, but have since learned that she is just a genuine person, full of warmth and a sincere passion to lead. On the other side, sat a beautiful soul who truly touched my heart last night. She spoke openly and eagerly about battles that she has faced in her life. She described in painstaking detail of trials, tribulations, and triumphs like we were chatting over morning coffee. And, without another word or thought of all of that, simply went on to tell of her desires to extend courtesies to others that she thinks is so very vital to maintaining friendships and common decency.
What touched me so very deeply was what she kept saying. "You never know how many lives you touch by your actions as a volunteer. I hear so many stories of people being affected by the kindness of volunteers." I'm not sure that this person ever realized how much she was talking about HERSELF! She gives and gives and gives without the slightest inclination of what might come back to her. She offers her time, her talents, her sincere and genuine spirit, her kindness, her ear, her shoulder, her counsel, her heart with only the thought that this is what every person is supposed to do. She allowed me into her life and enlightens me and supports me in my endeavors. What a blessing and a Ch-Angel!
And honestly, she was just one of 200 people there last night - mere clones of herself. What a group of dedicated and amazing people. What an honor to be affiliated with them in any minute way. What a joy and a blessing to be friends with them. A true gift!
On one side, an amazing leader who I was initially intimidated by, but have since learned that she is just a genuine person, full of warmth and a sincere passion to lead. On the other side, sat a beautiful soul who truly touched my heart last night. She spoke openly and eagerly about battles that she has faced in her life. She described in painstaking detail of trials, tribulations, and triumphs like we were chatting over morning coffee. And, without another word or thought of all of that, simply went on to tell of her desires to extend courtesies to others that she thinks is so very vital to maintaining friendships and common decency.
What touched me so very deeply was what she kept saying. "You never know how many lives you touch by your actions as a volunteer. I hear so many stories of people being affected by the kindness of volunteers." I'm not sure that this person ever realized how much she was talking about HERSELF! She gives and gives and gives without the slightest inclination of what might come back to her. She offers her time, her talents, her sincere and genuine spirit, her kindness, her ear, her shoulder, her counsel, her heart with only the thought that this is what every person is supposed to do. She allowed me into her life and enlightens me and supports me in my endeavors. What a blessing and a Ch-Angel!
And honestly, she was just one of 200 people there last night - mere clones of herself. What a group of dedicated and amazing people. What an honor to be affiliated with them in any minute way. What a joy and a blessing to be friends with them. A true gift!
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Take pictures . . .
"Take pictures, leave only footprints." Not sure where this little tidbit came from, but it stems from the necessity to not litter or destroy the beauty of nature. I think, though, there is much more to be pulled out of this tiny little phrase.
'Take pictures' . . .
Memories are the pictures of our lives. I think we must cherish the fabulous times in our lives. Family, friends, accomplishments, good deeds, and positive impacts we have made. These mental snapshots create a scrapbook that no one can destroy, alter, or take from you. Friends and family that are pulled away too soon linger on as vividly as you choose for them to. Victories are savored and relived abundantly; as they should be. Achievements and goals we meet should be occasionally taken down and dusted off to remind us of our hard work and dedication. 'Take pictures' of all those glorious parts of your earthly inhabitance.
'Leave only footprints' . . .
We create, in our wake, an intangible tapestry of our lives. We touch lives. We heal hearts. We hug, we hold, we mend, we cheer, we rally, we advocate. We cry, we fight, we laugh, we scream, we dance, we celebrate. We joyfully and almost unknowingly create all those things from the 'Take Pictures' portion for other people. You don't need to leave behind buildings or streets with your name on the placards. You don't need to leave piles of vast fortunes and amassed wealth. To leave behind the footprint of who you are is a beautiful and privileged opportunity for each one of us. Glory and accolades don't make your footprint any deeper. It is the number of paths your footprints cross that make the memories!
Today, my friends, 'Take pictures, leave only footprints'.
'Take pictures' . . .
Memories are the pictures of our lives. I think we must cherish the fabulous times in our lives. Family, friends, accomplishments, good deeds, and positive impacts we have made. These mental snapshots create a scrapbook that no one can destroy, alter, or take from you. Friends and family that are pulled away too soon linger on as vividly as you choose for them to. Victories are savored and relived abundantly; as they should be. Achievements and goals we meet should be occasionally taken down and dusted off to remind us of our hard work and dedication. 'Take pictures' of all those glorious parts of your earthly inhabitance.
'Leave only footprints' . . .
We create, in our wake, an intangible tapestry of our lives. We touch lives. We heal hearts. We hug, we hold, we mend, we cheer, we rally, we advocate. We cry, we fight, we laugh, we scream, we dance, we celebrate. We joyfully and almost unknowingly create all those things from the 'Take Pictures' portion for other people. You don't need to leave behind buildings or streets with your name on the placards. You don't need to leave piles of vast fortunes and amassed wealth. To leave behind the footprint of who you are is a beautiful and privileged opportunity for each one of us. Glory and accolades don't make your footprint any deeper. It is the number of paths your footprints cross that make the memories!
Today, my friends, 'Take pictures, leave only footprints'.
Monday, November 7, 2011
Idle Hands
Maybe I misunderstood. My mother always taught me and certainly led by example that, "Idle hands are the devil's workshop." It might have been the continuous caffein intake, but she was forever busy with a project, new business venture, coming up with songs, or something creative. I believe that, more than anything else, she instilled and infused that into every child she had!
For those of you that know me well, you know I have an issue with saying "no" to folks that ask for my help. They will advise me, "Just say it with me: N . . . O . . .". I tell them that's all fine and dandy, but there's always someone standing not too very far away with a rapid and demanding "W!" I really must learn to be a little more assertive.
My children are 18 and 20 years old. I am still eagerly and feverishly working on the 5th grade t-shirts at their elementary school each year. I do miscellaneous projects at their middle school and am supposed to be mentoring at both their middle and high schools. I am the president of the All Children's Hospital Guild North Pinellas Branch, and take every opportunity to advocate for the hospital and The Children's Dream Fund. I listen intently to folks and what talents and abilities they possess so that maybe I can later pair them up with projects or connections to mutually benefit them and either the hospital or Dream Fund. I am my hubby's secretary and do special tasks to help him be better and look better at his job. That's one of my favorites! I adore how the old grapevine works and will always send along worthwhile messages and purposes to others. And, now, I've got a seasonal gig to boot! Aaaaaaaaaaaaah, spare time . . . who needs it?
Seriously, though, I wouldn't have it any other way. I enjoy the season of giving; which for me . . . is every minute of every day. Why narrow it down to just a single portion of the year? If I've got the time, energy, money, or talent . . . it is yours for the taking. You need only ask for help! I will happily and joyfully give you whatever I've got. That is what my mommy taught me! I know she's watching and smiling and she wouldn't let me rest on the above paragraph's laurels. She'd ask me when my next children's book is coming out. Ha! I miss her prodding!
The devil has no workshop here!
For those of you that know me well, you know I have an issue with saying "no" to folks that ask for my help. They will advise me, "Just say it with me: N . . . O . . .". I tell them that's all fine and dandy, but there's always someone standing not too very far away with a rapid and demanding "W!" I really must learn to be a little more assertive.
My children are 18 and 20 years old. I am still eagerly and feverishly working on the 5th grade t-shirts at their elementary school each year. I do miscellaneous projects at their middle school and am supposed to be mentoring at both their middle and high schools. I am the president of the All Children's Hospital Guild North Pinellas Branch, and take every opportunity to advocate for the hospital and The Children's Dream Fund. I listen intently to folks and what talents and abilities they possess so that maybe I can later pair them up with projects or connections to mutually benefit them and either the hospital or Dream Fund. I am my hubby's secretary and do special tasks to help him be better and look better at his job. That's one of my favorites! I adore how the old grapevine works and will always send along worthwhile messages and purposes to others. And, now, I've got a seasonal gig to boot! Aaaaaaaaaaaaah, spare time . . . who needs it?
Seriously, though, I wouldn't have it any other way. I enjoy the season of giving; which for me . . . is every minute of every day. Why narrow it down to just a single portion of the year? If I've got the time, energy, money, or talent . . . it is yours for the taking. You need only ask for help! I will happily and joyfully give you whatever I've got. That is what my mommy taught me! I know she's watching and smiling and she wouldn't let me rest on the above paragraph's laurels. She'd ask me when my next children's book is coming out. Ha! I miss her prodding!
The devil has no workshop here!
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Be an architect
We are all here for some special reason. Stop being a prisoner of your past. Become the architect of your future.
~ Robin Sharma
We are all builders of one sort or another. Some of us sculpt lives by teaching. Some of us sculpt minds by counseling. Some of us sculpt futures with our careers. But we each have the tools to create. We each have some task to perform to build a better world.
Many times, we condemn ourselves by our failures or our mistakes. The only person able to take away your self esteem and determination, is you. Do not allow what should be the stepping stones of your life, to alter your purpose. I have a friend who has within him the ability to move the masses with his oratory and preaching prowess. When I say 'move,' I mean emotionally AND physically. It's amazing!Sadly, though, life threw him several curve balls and, no doubt, he tried to steal a few bases too. The choices he made after those humps and hurdles led to a lot of finger-pointing and blaming of others. It's a sad, sad thing to realize he's lost his way. We've drifted apart a bit, but I hope he finds the strength he needs to build himself a new and better world. He deserves it.
Have another friend who lost his job and with it, the wind in his sails. He was certain that he was doing what he should be doing. In his misery, he realized he has a serious illness and this hiatus allowed him time to deal with it and get things under control. He has also found, with this personal battle, a renewed strength and vitality to begin again. HE is the architect I admire. The one who rises above the ashes to find a new and better opportunity. The phoenix!
Today, I hope you find a new building material. Start building something amazing out of yourself. The past lies far behind you. There's no reason for visiting it, wallowing in it, or allowing it to consume you. Become the architect of a new you!
~ Robin Sharma
We are all builders of one sort or another. Some of us sculpt lives by teaching. Some of us sculpt minds by counseling. Some of us sculpt futures with our careers. But we each have the tools to create. We each have some task to perform to build a better world.
Many times, we condemn ourselves by our failures or our mistakes. The only person able to take away your self esteem and determination, is you. Do not allow what should be the stepping stones of your life, to alter your purpose. I have a friend who has within him the ability to move the masses with his oratory and preaching prowess. When I say 'move,' I mean emotionally AND physically. It's amazing!Sadly, though, life threw him several curve balls and, no doubt, he tried to steal a few bases too. The choices he made after those humps and hurdles led to a lot of finger-pointing and blaming of others. It's a sad, sad thing to realize he's lost his way. We've drifted apart a bit, but I hope he finds the strength he needs to build himself a new and better world. He deserves it.
Have another friend who lost his job and with it, the wind in his sails. He was certain that he was doing what he should be doing. In his misery, he realized he has a serious illness and this hiatus allowed him time to deal with it and get things under control. He has also found, with this personal battle, a renewed strength and vitality to begin again. HE is the architect I admire. The one who rises above the ashes to find a new and better opportunity. The phoenix!
Today, I hope you find a new building material. Start building something amazing out of yourself. The past lies far behind you. There's no reason for visiting it, wallowing in it, or allowing it to consume you. Become the architect of a new you!
Friday, November 4, 2011
Words
Behold, the power of words!
Just letters, tossed together, strung along with others to create a point. What you do with this miscellaneous hodge podge of characters is your choice.
Words can evoke passion, both positive and negative. They can stir us to riot or to break down in tears. They can humble us and even nearly cripple us. They can stop us in our tracks or cause us to joyfully leap toward the heavens. They can soothe us, sedate us, enrage us, lure us, hurt us. They can bring tremendous joys and overwhelming sadness. Words can lift us up or truly deny us anything.
Politicians use words to snare and promise us. Teachers use words to encourage and guide us. Spouses use words to captivate and comfort us. Mean people use words to harm and hurt us. What do you do with your words?
Words are truly just mere letters, tossed together; but they carry with them the weight of the world. Be careful how you use your words and make sure they are not wielded as weapons, but rather as steps to something better.
Just letters, tossed together, strung along with others to create a point. What you do with this miscellaneous hodge podge of characters is your choice.
Words can evoke passion, both positive and negative. They can stir us to riot or to break down in tears. They can humble us and even nearly cripple us. They can stop us in our tracks or cause us to joyfully leap toward the heavens. They can soothe us, sedate us, enrage us, lure us, hurt us. They can bring tremendous joys and overwhelming sadness. Words can lift us up or truly deny us anything.
Politicians use words to snare and promise us. Teachers use words to encourage and guide us. Spouses use words to captivate and comfort us. Mean people use words to harm and hurt us. What do you do with your words?
Words are truly just mere letters, tossed together; but they carry with them the weight of the world. Be careful how you use your words and make sure they are not wielded as weapons, but rather as steps to something better.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
You CAN!
When you get to the end of your rope . . . tie a knot and swing!
So often, we try to control everything around us in the world. It really is kind of a futile activity. Sure, you can wake up early, shower, prep, and be out the door on time, but that doesn't mean that traffic isn't going to throw you a curve ball. You simply cannot control life.
Life happens. Good, bad, or indifferent, it just occurs. What you DO have control over is your reaction to life. When traffic is snarled, try a new route. You might find your new favorite store or restaurant on the way. One of my favorite sayings is, "When nothing is going right, turn left."
You CAN create a positive environment. You CAN delete and remove negative influences. You CAN sustain a happy life, no matter what the outside world seems to throw at you. You either, give it up in faith that God will guide you where you need to be, or . . . if you're not so very devout . . . you search for silver linings and golden opportunities. Apparently, we started a mantra a few years ago that has struck a chord and taken on a life of its own when we shared our daily choice philosophy of: "You can be happy, or you can be crappy."
Bad hair day? Find a new, favorite stylist. Finances askew? Drop cable and take up evening strolls and family board game night. Health issues? Seek a second opinion, or take a good, long look at diet and wellness. Mean people? Point your shoes in another direction. There's so much you CAN do to alter what happens to you.
Today, I hope life IS treating you well. Should you run into a little resistance, take a detour. Travel safe and travel happy!
So often, we try to control everything around us in the world. It really is kind of a futile activity. Sure, you can wake up early, shower, prep, and be out the door on time, but that doesn't mean that traffic isn't going to throw you a curve ball. You simply cannot control life.
Life happens. Good, bad, or indifferent, it just occurs. What you DO have control over is your reaction to life. When traffic is snarled, try a new route. You might find your new favorite store or restaurant on the way. One of my favorite sayings is, "When nothing is going right, turn left."
You CAN create a positive environment. You CAN delete and remove negative influences. You CAN sustain a happy life, no matter what the outside world seems to throw at you. You either, give it up in faith that God will guide you where you need to be, or . . . if you're not so very devout . . . you search for silver linings and golden opportunities. Apparently, we started a mantra a few years ago that has struck a chord and taken on a life of its own when we shared our daily choice philosophy of: "You can be happy, or you can be crappy."
Bad hair day? Find a new, favorite stylist. Finances askew? Drop cable and take up evening strolls and family board game night. Health issues? Seek a second opinion, or take a good, long look at diet and wellness. Mean people? Point your shoes in another direction. There's so much you CAN do to alter what happens to you.
Today, I hope life IS treating you well. Should you run into a little resistance, take a detour. Travel safe and travel happy!
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Veteran's Day
Veterans Day is fast approaching. I have been blessed to be included on not one, but TWO, Veterans Day events. I am honored and humbled to do so.
President Wilson said, "To us in America, the reflections of Armistice Day will be filled with solemn pride in the heroism of those who died in the country’s service and with gratitude for the victory, both because of the thing from which it has freed us and because of the opportunity it has given America to show her sympathy with peace and justice in the councils of the nations…"
It was originally Armistice Day and originally celebrated only Veterans of WWI. It has since been changed to Veterans Day and honors all veterans. It is a wonderful day to seek out and thank those folks who have given and/or lost so much in the pursuit of your freedoms. We are a powerful nation; but only as powerful as we give our soldiers credit for. They deserve it all!
I am also blessed to have had many veterans in my family: Grandpa, Calvin, Alfred, Alfonso, Salvatore, Billy, Jimmy, Skip, and Nick; in addition to some uncles, and folks, like Lenny, who have become family, too. You stepped up to a task that was not required. You did it out of patriotism and love of country. God bless you!
And God bless our troops!
Local folks . . . Palm Harbor Middle School does an absolutely incredible ceremony on November 11th at 9:45 am and 10:45 am. Parking is at a premium, but I would highly recommend attending. It is truly a beautiful service.
Regional folks . . . Applebee's provides free meals to Veterans on Veterans Day. What a fabulous way to acknowledge such incredible people. Thanks, Applebee's, for honoring our Vets!
Be sure to thank a Veterans on Veterans Day . . . and always!
President Wilson said, "To us in America, the reflections of Armistice Day will be filled with solemn pride in the heroism of those who died in the country’s service and with gratitude for the victory, both because of the thing from which it has freed us and because of the opportunity it has given America to show her sympathy with peace and justice in the councils of the nations…"
It was originally Armistice Day and originally celebrated only Veterans of WWI. It has since been changed to Veterans Day and honors all veterans. It is a wonderful day to seek out and thank those folks who have given and/or lost so much in the pursuit of your freedoms. We are a powerful nation; but only as powerful as we give our soldiers credit for. They deserve it all!
I am also blessed to have had many veterans in my family: Grandpa, Calvin, Alfred, Alfonso, Salvatore, Billy, Jimmy, Skip, and Nick; in addition to some uncles, and folks, like Lenny, who have become family, too. You stepped up to a task that was not required. You did it out of patriotism and love of country. God bless you!
And God bless our troops!
Local folks . . . Palm Harbor Middle School does an absolutely incredible ceremony on November 11th at 9:45 am and 10:45 am. Parking is at a premium, but I would highly recommend attending. It is truly a beautiful service.
Regional folks . . . Applebee's provides free meals to Veterans on Veterans Day. What a fabulous way to acknowledge such incredible people. Thanks, Applebee's, for honoring our Vets!
Be sure to thank a Veterans on Veterans Day . . . and always!
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Thank You!
I know the masses are hurting and angry and hungry and unemployed. I know a lot of folks are unhappy and lost and miserable. I believe there are still things to be thankful for.
I am thankful I woke up this morning! I am grateful for another day to do something to make today and the world just a little bit better. I am thankful I saw my son sneak out the door on his way to college. It made my heart happy. I am thrilled that I'm getting a massage today. I am thankful for the folks I know, the friends I have, the family that still communicates with me, the pseudo-family that truly and sincerely cares about me, the memories I hold, the health I have, whatever wealth ~ monetary, emotional, or supportive ~ I can share, my persistence, determination, and tenacity, and more.
I am thankful for halloween pictures of little samurai's, pillow-stealing posts, impending visits, and rooftop ballerinas. These things make me smile. I am thankful for laughter and hugs and friendships.
I am thankful for my children . . . two of the most amazing people I know. They are smart, gorgeous, giving, persistent, and blessed. I am thankful for my husband, who knows everything there is to know about me . . . and loves me anyway. I am thankful for my gray-haired pooch, who makes every day interesting and believes he runs the house.
I am thankful for a tiny corner in my home which harbors the memories of those who have left his world too soon: Poppa, Grandpa, Sal, Pop, Alfred, Irma, Charlie, Julia, and Momma. I miss you, but know you watch over me and I am thankful for that!
I am thankful for you allowing me to offer my opines and for you actually reading them. I thank you for your feedback and your fellowship. There are many things in my life that are not good, well, or healthy . . . but I choose to focus on being thankful for the many abundant riches that envelope me each day!
Thank You!
I am thankful I woke up this morning! I am grateful for another day to do something to make today and the world just a little bit better. I am thankful I saw my son sneak out the door on his way to college. It made my heart happy. I am thrilled that I'm getting a massage today. I am thankful for the folks I know, the friends I have, the family that still communicates with me, the pseudo-family that truly and sincerely cares about me, the memories I hold, the health I have, whatever wealth ~ monetary, emotional, or supportive ~ I can share, my persistence, determination, and tenacity, and more.
I am thankful for halloween pictures of little samurai's, pillow-stealing posts, impending visits, and rooftop ballerinas. These things make me smile. I am thankful for laughter and hugs and friendships.
I am thankful for my children . . . two of the most amazing people I know. They are smart, gorgeous, giving, persistent, and blessed. I am thankful for my husband, who knows everything there is to know about me . . . and loves me anyway. I am thankful for my gray-haired pooch, who makes every day interesting and believes he runs the house.
I am thankful for a tiny corner in my home which harbors the memories of those who have left his world too soon: Poppa, Grandpa, Sal, Pop, Alfred, Irma, Charlie, Julia, and Momma. I miss you, but know you watch over me and I am thankful for that!
I am thankful for you allowing me to offer my opines and for you actually reading them. I thank you for your feedback and your fellowship. There are many things in my life that are not good, well, or healthy . . . but I choose to focus on being thankful for the many abundant riches that envelope me each day!
Thank You!
Monday, October 31, 2011
Boo!
I like Halloween, but it's not my favorite holiday. Although . . .
Many, many moons ago, my family decided to go all out for a spooktacular treat. My mom decided she was going to answer the door in all black, with a black shawl, holding a giant knife covered in blood (ok - it was ketchup). She would invite the trick-or-treaters in the house to pick their candy and change from the bowl that my youngest brother's hand lay in as he was cut up and bleeding all over the counter by the door. I believe there may have been another bleeding and broken brother that they had to walk over to get the candy, too.
Once inside, I opened up the cadillac door in the driveway, blocking the trick-or-treaters retreat and fell out backwards with my neck slit and blood all over. The poor little children had no alternative but to venture out into our very dark yard to get back to the street. Sadly, the rest of the brothers lay in wait; dressed in all black; with no intention other than to scare the snot out of those kids as they headed along their way.
The screams that were heard kept the evening rolling along; but the other sound . . . the sound of change and candy bouncing off the driveway and the cars as the children ran for their lives was too funny. That was just the silliest Halloween I can recall as a kid.
Story's not over. The following morning, we spent literally hours cleaning up our yard. There was candy everywhere. There was change all over the place. Spent the whole day after Halloween laughing about as hard as the previous night.
Ahhhhhh, sweet memories. Today, I wish you Halloween memories to fill your tomorrows. Enjoy! Be safe! And don't get too scared!
Many, many moons ago, my family decided to go all out for a spooktacular treat. My mom decided she was going to answer the door in all black, with a black shawl, holding a giant knife covered in blood (ok - it was ketchup). She would invite the trick-or-treaters in the house to pick their candy and change from the bowl that my youngest brother's hand lay in as he was cut up and bleeding all over the counter by the door. I believe there may have been another bleeding and broken brother that they had to walk over to get the candy, too.
Once inside, I opened up the cadillac door in the driveway, blocking the trick-or-treaters retreat and fell out backwards with my neck slit and blood all over. The poor little children had no alternative but to venture out into our very dark yard to get back to the street. Sadly, the rest of the brothers lay in wait; dressed in all black; with no intention other than to scare the snot out of those kids as they headed along their way.
The screams that were heard kept the evening rolling along; but the other sound . . . the sound of change and candy bouncing off the driveway and the cars as the children ran for their lives was too funny. That was just the silliest Halloween I can recall as a kid.
Story's not over. The following morning, we spent literally hours cleaning up our yard. There was candy everywhere. There was change all over the place. Spent the whole day after Halloween laughing about as hard as the previous night.
Ahhhhhh, sweet memories. Today, I wish you Halloween memories to fill your tomorrows. Enjoy! Be safe! And don't get too scared!
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Do Over!
Life gets pretty whacky sometimes, doesn't it?
I so wish that we could revert to our childhood and keep life simple. We didn't worry about fitting in; being politically correct, or correct at all for that matter; and we just played and had fun. When we didn't like the way the marathon game of Monopoly was going, you simply tipped the board and said, "Do Over!" When you argued about who came in first in the race, to spare the argument you agreed . . . "Do Over!" When you weren't sure whose story or joke or anything was better . . . "Do Over!"
Wouldn't it be nice to start with government . . . "Do Over!"
Lack of job availability . . . "Do Over!"
Crazy laws, rules and regulations . . . "Do Over!"
Iraq, Afghanistan, WWI and WWII and every other conflict . . . "Do Over!"
Oil Spills . . . "Do Over!"
Katrina, tsunamis, earthquakes, floods, and fires . . . "Do Over!"
9/11 . . . "Do Over!"
Now, it seems, more folks wanna play "Hot Potato". Hmmmmmm. Oh for things to be simple again.
I so wish that we could revert to our childhood and keep life simple. We didn't worry about fitting in; being politically correct, or correct at all for that matter; and we just played and had fun. When we didn't like the way the marathon game of Monopoly was going, you simply tipped the board and said, "Do Over!" When you argued about who came in first in the race, to spare the argument you agreed . . . "Do Over!" When you weren't sure whose story or joke or anything was better . . . "Do Over!"
Wouldn't it be nice to start with government . . . "Do Over!"
Lack of job availability . . . "Do Over!"
Crazy laws, rules and regulations . . . "Do Over!"
Iraq, Afghanistan, WWI and WWII and every other conflict . . . "Do Over!"
Oil Spills . . . "Do Over!"
Katrina, tsunamis, earthquakes, floods, and fires . . . "Do Over!"
9/11 . . . "Do Over!"
Now, it seems, more folks wanna play "Hot Potato". Hmmmmmm. Oh for things to be simple again.
Friday, October 28, 2011
NEXT!
As a near-decade-long fundraiser for All Children's Hospital and The Children's Dream Fund, there is a lesson I learned from an extraordinarily wise and wonderful woman (aka: Mom), that I follow on a daily basis. NEXT!
Our very first fundraising function was a simple car wash. We had signs, matching t-shirts, used a beautiful church parking lot to work in, and just basically hoped that folks would come in. As the cars drove by, you could see the defeat on the faces of the children. And when one pulled in, it was like ants at a picnic. Those kids climbed all over that car in mere moments, cleaning absolutely everything. They simply had to wait for the next car to come in. Folks were very enthused with the energy and we donated over $900 from a simple car wash.
Next was cosmic bowling. We sold tickets for this event. Some folks didn't want to come. Some folks didn't want to participate. But, when someone showed interest, there was a sales pitch like no other. We only had to wait for the next person.
After a few years, I began having functions at my home. I had to organize Chinese and Silent auctions. Chinese auction consisted of sometimes more than 30 items and Silent auction items numbered near 60 or more. I listened to a lot of declines and negative responses when inquiring for items. I only had to ask the next person to get a yes.
My mom ran successful charter bus tours to various casinos, bingos, and other destinations. When she wanted to fill up her bus, she simply asked, "Who wants to go?" Some folks chose not to go. She cheerfully went on to the next person. She almost always had a full bus.
Life is much the same. When someone decides to take issue with you, move on. The next person will not. When someone tells you "no," move one. The next someone will tell you "yes". When someone hurts you or belittles you, . . . NEXT!
There will always be negatives. There will always be obstacles. There will always be nay sayers. There will always be mean people.
From the mouth of my most wise mom . . . NEXT!
Our very first fundraising function was a simple car wash. We had signs, matching t-shirts, used a beautiful church parking lot to work in, and just basically hoped that folks would come in. As the cars drove by, you could see the defeat on the faces of the children. And when one pulled in, it was like ants at a picnic. Those kids climbed all over that car in mere moments, cleaning absolutely everything. They simply had to wait for the next car to come in. Folks were very enthused with the energy and we donated over $900 from a simple car wash.
Next was cosmic bowling. We sold tickets for this event. Some folks didn't want to come. Some folks didn't want to participate. But, when someone showed interest, there was a sales pitch like no other. We only had to wait for the next person.
After a few years, I began having functions at my home. I had to organize Chinese and Silent auctions. Chinese auction consisted of sometimes more than 30 items and Silent auction items numbered near 60 or more. I listened to a lot of declines and negative responses when inquiring for items. I only had to ask the next person to get a yes.
My mom ran successful charter bus tours to various casinos, bingos, and other destinations. When she wanted to fill up her bus, she simply asked, "Who wants to go?" Some folks chose not to go. She cheerfully went on to the next person. She almost always had a full bus.
Life is much the same. When someone decides to take issue with you, move on. The next person will not. When someone tells you "no," move one. The next someone will tell you "yes". When someone hurts you or belittles you, . . . NEXT!
There will always be negatives. There will always be obstacles. There will always be nay sayers. There will always be mean people.
From the mouth of my most wise mom . . . NEXT!
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