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!
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