Each year our FFA program does their proverbial fruit sales. And there are typically leftover items to sell. This year the FFA teacher gave each of her students a pear (as in the fruit🍐) and told the students to go give the pear to someone who has made a difference in their life and who they appreciate.
This time of year is a tough time in education, okay it's hard in education all year long but the time between Thanksgiving and Christmas break it tough because there is so much going on and kids check out earlier and earlier every year, meaning they don't want to work-probably because there are too many distractions or they have poor work ethics. It's like this during the last month or so of the school year too!
This little act of kindness that the students did with the pears was an uplifter for me. I received three pears. (no I'm not bragging and yes I feel bad for the adults who didn't get any pears). Three students thought enough of me and the care and kindness I try to do for them to say thank you and I appreciate you by giving me a pear.
Little acts of kindness sometimes are the biggest things. A kind word can brighten someone's day and be remembered for years to come. We have a tendency to remember one negative comment over 10 positive comments. (And I think this is more the case for females over males.) But I will remember the three students who walked in, handed me a pear and told me that they appreciate me and what I do for them. Talk about touching my heart.
So today I hope someone gives you a "pear". It can be as simple as holding a door open for you or a thank you or someone telling you "good job" or thanks for your help or a smile. Everyone needs to hear this, daily if possible. A compliment, a thank you, and a smile goes a long, long way. May it be a pear-kind of day!
Tuesday, December 18, 2018
Friday, December 14, 2018
What happened to kindness?
People are pretty unkind to one another. I don't know if it is worse now than it used to be but kind is not the norm, anymore.
I was brought up in a household where we helped one another. Family helped each other. Friends helped one another. Neighbors helped one another. You helped strangers. It just is what you did. We helped one another.
I don't know what happened along the way but helping one another and being nice has gone to hell in a handbasket.
I watched my dad and mom help one another every single day of their lives together. They helped one another in every aspect of their lives.
I'm an independent, strong-willed female and I will help if at all possible-I can't fix a car, but if you need me to show up and take you to an appointment, I'll do it. I've watched over the past few years, people of my own generation just sit. Sit and watch. Sit and watch and not do a blessed thing to help one another. What happened? Ignoring one another is the new norm? I understand why we have a younger generation of people who don't know how to help one another, who are self-entitled, self-centered lazy individuals who will only help if it benefits themselves. These kids don't volunteer or help anyone out. When now live in a society who don't open doors for one another, or pick up after themselves because we have an adult generation who are, for last of a better word, pretty uncaring and self-centered and the same way as the kids. No wonder our kids are like that.
I am a female who was brought up by a mom who worked her tail off and helped both on the farm and to run a house and raise a family I have pretty much followed in the same footsteps as my mom. But my mom and dad too helped one another and helped others. I work to make and do things for my family, just like my parents did. The difference now, no one helps. As a kid, I helped my mom. I watched my dad help my mom. That doesn't happen now, or seldom if it does.
What is wrong with giving your time? I now watch people of my generation just sit and not help, not volunteer. They ignore or just sit instead of helping one another. I'm willing to volunteer my time, to help someone out. But from my coworkers to friends and to family who don't lift a finger to help each other. What has happened along the way?
I'm partially mad at my self for allowing people to treat me like I have. For not speaking up. For not saying things like "you need to help" or "you need to do this' or just plain saying "HELP me". As a female, I have allowed men in my life to be lazy, chauvinistic individuals. Gender should have absolutely nothing to do with if you help someone or not. There is no such thing as "women's work". We don't live in the 1950s. I work outside the home and when I step foot inside my home I switch jobs. I don't sit around watching tv eating bonbons and I don't do things when or if I want to. I do it because it needs to be done or because if I don't do it it won't get done and because it should be done. This is how I've allowed people around me to act and behave...and I'm mad at myself. From work and the adults around me to the kids, I deal with every day...they all have blinders on to helping one another. What had happened to society?
I can tell you that kids now have no idea how to give of their time and talents nor how to volunteer because the adults have likewise have become a bunch of self-centered individuals who somewhere along the way have forgotten how to help one another and how to be kind...it's time for this to change. And for me, well I'm going to start calling people out. I'll probably be referred to as the crazy old lady in the nursing home who is telling everyone what to do, but otherwise, no one will be doing anything. Sad but true.
Open your eyes, put down your phone, and your self-centered attitude and open a door, help carry something for someone, volunteer, do what is right, do your part....be kind.
I was brought up in a household where we helped one another. Family helped each other. Friends helped one another. Neighbors helped one another. You helped strangers. It just is what you did. We helped one another.
I don't know what happened along the way but helping one another and being nice has gone to hell in a handbasket.
I watched my dad and mom help one another every single day of their lives together. They helped one another in every aspect of their lives.
I'm an independent, strong-willed female and I will help if at all possible-I can't fix a car, but if you need me to show up and take you to an appointment, I'll do it. I've watched over the past few years, people of my own generation just sit. Sit and watch. Sit and watch and not do a blessed thing to help one another. What happened? Ignoring one another is the new norm? I understand why we have a younger generation of people who don't know how to help one another, who are self-entitled, self-centered lazy individuals who will only help if it benefits themselves. These kids don't volunteer or help anyone out. When now live in a society who don't open doors for one another, or pick up after themselves because we have an adult generation who are, for last of a better word, pretty uncaring and self-centered and the same way as the kids. No wonder our kids are like that.
I am a female who was brought up by a mom who worked her tail off and helped both on the farm and to run a house and raise a family I have pretty much followed in the same footsteps as my mom. But my mom and dad too helped one another and helped others. I work to make and do things for my family, just like my parents did. The difference now, no one helps. As a kid, I helped my mom. I watched my dad help my mom. That doesn't happen now, or seldom if it does.
What is wrong with giving your time? I now watch people of my generation just sit and not help, not volunteer. They ignore or just sit instead of helping one another. I'm willing to volunteer my time, to help someone out. But from my coworkers to friends and to family who don't lift a finger to help each other. What has happened along the way?
I'm partially mad at my self for allowing people to treat me like I have. For not speaking up. For not saying things like "you need to help" or "you need to do this' or just plain saying "HELP me". As a female, I have allowed men in my life to be lazy, chauvinistic individuals. Gender should have absolutely nothing to do with if you help someone or not. There is no such thing as "women's work". We don't live in the 1950s. I work outside the home and when I step foot inside my home I switch jobs. I don't sit around watching tv eating bonbons and I don't do things when or if I want to. I do it because it needs to be done or because if I don't do it it won't get done and because it should be done. This is how I've allowed people around me to act and behave...and I'm mad at myself. From work and the adults around me to the kids, I deal with every day...they all have blinders on to helping one another. What had happened to society?
I can tell you that kids now have no idea how to give of their time and talents nor how to volunteer because the adults have likewise have become a bunch of self-centered individuals who somewhere along the way have forgotten how to help one another and how to be kind...it's time for this to change. And for me, well I'm going to start calling people out. I'll probably be referred to as the crazy old lady in the nursing home who is telling everyone what to do, but otherwise, no one will be doing anything. Sad but true.
Open your eyes, put down your phone, and your self-centered attitude and open a door, help carry something for someone, volunteer, do what is right, do your part....be kind.
Thursday, November 15, 2018
Thankful and grateful
It's November, that time of year where we draw special attention to everything we are thankful for. In my humble opinion, I wish this was the mindset of more people all year long, every day, rather than one month and day in particular but it's better than nothing. This is the time of year to appreciate what you have and who you have in your life. We are so blessed!
I try to do this every day, some days I rock the "thankful" thing, other days not so much. I'm human. From the fact that I wake up every morning (even though it was at 4 a.m. with a headache today, I woke up) to the people and blessings I have in my life, I try to be grateful. I always try to remember the saying "what if you only woke up today with what you were thankful for yesterday?". Wow, if that doesn't make you pause to appreciate and be thankful for what you have then I don't know what will.
We are doing a gratitude activity at work where we can write three co-workers, of our choice, a note with the premises of what and why we appreciate and are thankful for them. My first thoughts went to what about those who don't get a note of appreciation from any of their coworkers. I've been off the "list" with these kinds of activities before. I was typically one of the last ones chosen for teams in school (until high school when I learned not to be so shy). It is no fun to be left out and overlooked. It makes you question your worth and your whole being-it really kind of hurts. So on Monday I went to my coworker who is in charge of this activity and asked if she would let me know who does not get an "I appreciate you" note by the deadline. I wanted to make sure everyone got a note to the best of my ability.
Today she came to me with a list of people who she has not gotten an appreciation note to pass along to. I chose a couple, I passed a name or two along to other people who I knew would happily write a note and I tried to make sure everyone is made to feel appreciated. Just a small act of kindness and I know there were a couple of other people on staff who had the same conversation wanting to make sure everyone was recognized and received a note. A little kindness goes a long way.
Every morning and night I take a few moments to appreciate things like a roof over my head, food on the table, a country where freedom is a blessing, my kids and their spouses and the newest members of our family, my granddaughter, and granddog. I also ask for a good day for all my kids and spouses, safe travels to and from their workplace and that they are blessed in whatever way they need to be. I keep it simple and general-God know what each of us needs.
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday, simply because it is a day to appreciate and eat. To stop, relax, spend time with family and friends and to just be present in the moment. Learning and being thankful every day is a blessing.
I try to do this every day, some days I rock the "thankful" thing, other days not so much. I'm human. From the fact that I wake up every morning (even though it was at 4 a.m. with a headache today, I woke up) to the people and blessings I have in my life, I try to be grateful. I always try to remember the saying "what if you only woke up today with what you were thankful for yesterday?". Wow, if that doesn't make you pause to appreciate and be thankful for what you have then I don't know what will.
We are doing a gratitude activity at work where we can write three co-workers, of our choice, a note with the premises of what and why we appreciate and are thankful for them. My first thoughts went to what about those who don't get a note of appreciation from any of their coworkers. I've been off the "list" with these kinds of activities before. I was typically one of the last ones chosen for teams in school (until high school when I learned not to be so shy). It is no fun to be left out and overlooked. It makes you question your worth and your whole being-it really kind of hurts. So on Monday I went to my coworker who is in charge of this activity and asked if she would let me know who does not get an "I appreciate you" note by the deadline. I wanted to make sure everyone got a note to the best of my ability.
Today she came to me with a list of people who she has not gotten an appreciation note to pass along to. I chose a couple, I passed a name or two along to other people who I knew would happily write a note and I tried to make sure everyone is made to feel appreciated. Just a small act of kindness and I know there were a couple of other people on staff who had the same conversation wanting to make sure everyone was recognized and received a note. A little kindness goes a long way.
Every morning and night I take a few moments to appreciate things like a roof over my head, food on the table, a country where freedom is a blessing, my kids and their spouses and the newest members of our family, my granddaughter, and granddog. I also ask for a good day for all my kids and spouses, safe travels to and from their workplace and that they are blessed in whatever way they need to be. I keep it simple and general-God know what each of us needs.
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday, simply because it is a day to appreciate and eat. To stop, relax, spend time with family and friends and to just be present in the moment. Learning and being thankful every day is a blessing.
Sunday, October 14, 2018
An Iowa Hawkeye sweater
As I finish switching from spring/summer to fall/winter clothing this morning I ran across my dad's Iowa Hawkeye sweater. It's been over 18 years and I find this sweater every fall when I take it out of storage and again in the spring when I put it back in a container to store for the warm months. And to be honest, if I've worn the sweater it has been only one or two times. When I started this "tradition" 17 or 18 years ago I know the tears fell and honestly there were a few today. I can see my dad wearing this sweater yet. He was more of an Iowa Hawkeye men's basketball fan rather than football, purely for the fact that he was harvesting in the fall so Saturday football games were not a thing he had time for. You harvested when Mother Nature cooperated.
So today, once again, I ran across this sweater. It no longer smells like my dad, Old Spice was his choice of cologne, or as I always teased him calling it Old Swill! He would laugh every time I'd tell him he smelled good, like Old Swill!! The smell of Old Spice will take me back to my dad and bring back memories at the first whiff whenever I smell it now-they must still make it!
I'm a fall kind of person. I loved harvest time. Honestly, I loved every season on the farm, except for the sweltering hot days of summer and baling hay. So as fall rolls around every year I go back to the farm, harvest, my dad, the sights, smells and all that goes with it.
With the rainy weather we've had this year, I know my dad would be worrying and fretting about getting harvest done and the cost to dry the grain to store it and winterizing everything. I've been off the farm longer than I've been on it now, but I still miss it.
So today when that sweater surfaced I could picture my dad and hear his voice in my head....precious memories. And I would not trade them for anything in the world. All the time, visits, gas money, phone bills, effort, everything was so worth it now as I look back. As I was busy growing up, going to school, getting married and having a family I wanted to keep in touch. My parents were my go-to when I had a question or needed comfort and as I was growing up, they were growing older.
My mom used to go to church every weekday morning at 8 a.m. I would purposely call home after 8 a.m. just so my dad would have to answer the phone, and we would talk, often times until mom would get home from church other times just for five minutes. Dad would typically listen on the phone in the basement when my mom and I talked all the other times, occasionally joining in the conversation. But I would call and talk when mom was gone so just he and I could talk. And once after dad has passed away I called after 8 a.m. wanting to talk and hear his voice one more time, but no one answered. The phone just rang, he didn't pick up the phone. It was a moment of the grieving process for me that hurt like hell.
And now I'm glad I called. I made those phone calls for selfish reasons. For me. For the opportunity. For the memories. And man am I glad I did that. What I would give to be able to do that one more time.
So today the Iowa Hawkeye sweater will go on the shelf with the other sweaters and I'm going to try to make an effort to wear it, even if it's just once, for my dad, for me, for the memories. I miss my dad but I'm so blessed with so many memories. I so glad I made the effort, took the time and spent time with him.
Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened-thanks Dr. Seuss.
So today, once again, I ran across this sweater. It no longer smells like my dad, Old Spice was his choice of cologne, or as I always teased him calling it Old Swill! He would laugh every time I'd tell him he smelled good, like Old Swill!! The smell of Old Spice will take me back to my dad and bring back memories at the first whiff whenever I smell it now-they must still make it!
I'm a fall kind of person. I loved harvest time. Honestly, I loved every season on the farm, except for the sweltering hot days of summer and baling hay. So as fall rolls around every year I go back to the farm, harvest, my dad, the sights, smells and all that goes with it.
With the rainy weather we've had this year, I know my dad would be worrying and fretting about getting harvest done and the cost to dry the grain to store it and winterizing everything. I've been off the farm longer than I've been on it now, but I still miss it.
So today when that sweater surfaced I could picture my dad and hear his voice in my head....precious memories. And I would not trade them for anything in the world. All the time, visits, gas money, phone bills, effort, everything was so worth it now as I look back. As I was busy growing up, going to school, getting married and having a family I wanted to keep in touch. My parents were my go-to when I had a question or needed comfort and as I was growing up, they were growing older.
My mom used to go to church every weekday morning at 8 a.m. I would purposely call home after 8 a.m. just so my dad would have to answer the phone, and we would talk, often times until mom would get home from church other times just for five minutes. Dad would typically listen on the phone in the basement when my mom and I talked all the other times, occasionally joining in the conversation. But I would call and talk when mom was gone so just he and I could talk. And once after dad has passed away I called after 8 a.m. wanting to talk and hear his voice one more time, but no one answered. The phone just rang, he didn't pick up the phone. It was a moment of the grieving process for me that hurt like hell.
And now I'm glad I called. I made those phone calls for selfish reasons. For me. For the opportunity. For the memories. And man am I glad I did that. What I would give to be able to do that one more time.
So today the Iowa Hawkeye sweater will go on the shelf with the other sweaters and I'm going to try to make an effort to wear it, even if it's just once, for my dad, for me, for the memories. I miss my dad but I'm so blessed with so many memories. I so glad I made the effort, took the time and spent time with him.
Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened-thanks Dr. Seuss.
Tuesday, August 7, 2018
Welcome to the world!
I. can't. wait!!!
In less than 24 hours, well actually 12 hours, there will be a new baby in this world....my grandchild. And I'm going to be brutally honest I've loved this little since we got the news back in January that they were on their way! And the anticipation and excitement has been fun and wonderful!
And tomorrow, August 8, I have no doubt the most beautiful and precious s/he will make an entrance into this world! (I'm not biased and I'm sure I'll feel this way about every little person that joins our family as well as the four-legged grand-animals that have and will join our families). And this little cutie will make a mom and dad out of my daughter-in-law and son.
This is a new adventure for all of us, grandparents, aunts and uncles and I have a feeling it will be a very fun and memorable one.
So I want to say to this little one, welcome, we've been waiting for you and are so happy you are here. We love you and we are your family!!
I can't wait.
Can you tell I'm excited?!
In less than 24 hours, well actually 12 hours, there will be a new baby in this world....my grandchild. And I'm going to be brutally honest I've loved this little since we got the news back in January that they were on their way! And the anticipation and excitement has been fun and wonderful!
And tomorrow, August 8, I have no doubt the most beautiful and precious s/he will make an entrance into this world! (I'm not biased and I'm sure I'll feel this way about every little person that joins our family as well as the four-legged grand-animals that have and will join our families). And this little cutie will make a mom and dad out of my daughter-in-law and son.
This is a new adventure for all of us, grandparents, aunts and uncles and I have a feeling it will be a very fun and memorable one.
So I want to say to this little one, welcome, we've been waiting for you and are so happy you are here. We love you and we are your family!!
I can't wait.
Can you tell I'm excited?!
Thursday, August 2, 2018
33 years
I want to take a moment and look at 33 years by the numbers. If you break it down it works out to the following numbers in various degrees!
1,720 weeks and 5 days
395 months and 3 weeks
12,045 days
289,080 hours
17,344,800 minutes
1,040,688,000 seconds
That's a lot of math and those numbers may or may not look like a lot, depending on who you are.
To me, 33 years is 12,045 days that have, for the most part, flown by with a variety of emotions, good, bad, happy, sad, boring, exciting, fun and a whole host of other emotions.
Three landmark days including four pregnancies and three births include June 6, 1988, August 4, 1989, and June 3, 1992, or in other words three kids birth days.
In addition, we have added three more landmark days of July 23, 2016, October 8, 2017, and January 14, 2017, the three marriages of our three kids to landmarks of the past 33 years. And the addition of three more very special people who joined our family.
The past 33 years represent a lot of time, love, commitment, hard work, holidays, birthday's, loads of laundry, a lot of food, shoes, toothbrushes, doctors visits and a ton of other. daily happenings. The holidays, trips, practices, dance classes, graduations, first days, last days, sports, dance performances, family photos, off to college, engagements and a host of other events.
It has included the passing of one grandparent, three parents, a brother and a sister-in-law. The birth of three kids, 9 nieces, and nephews, and one great-nephew.
We have seen friends come and go. And said goodbye to people we miss along with welcomed new friends and family into our lives. Buying a house, a wide variety of pets, vehicles, first dates, prom clothing, speech contests, basketball camps, drivers licenses and a ton of other memories.
But to me a represents a whole lot of love and a family.
**okay I confess I just googled and it took me to a website that broke it down 33 years by days, month, minutes, seconds, etc. I dislike math too much to go through that much work!
1,720 weeks and 5 days
395 months and 3 weeks
12,045 days
289,080 hours
17,344,800 minutes
1,040,688,000 seconds
That's a lot of math and those numbers may or may not look like a lot, depending on who you are.
To me, 33 years is 12,045 days that have, for the most part, flown by with a variety of emotions, good, bad, happy, sad, boring, exciting, fun and a whole host of other emotions.
Three landmark days including four pregnancies and three births include June 6, 1988, August 4, 1989, and June 3, 1992, or in other words three kids birth days.
In addition, we have added three more landmark days of July 23, 2016, October 8, 2017, and January 14, 2017, the three marriages of our three kids to landmarks of the past 33 years. And the addition of three more very special people who joined our family.
The past 33 years represent a lot of time, love, commitment, hard work, holidays, birthday's, loads of laundry, a lot of food, shoes, toothbrushes, doctors visits and a ton of other. daily happenings. The holidays, trips, practices, dance classes, graduations, first days, last days, sports, dance performances, family photos, off to college, engagements and a host of other events.
It has included the passing of one grandparent, three parents, a brother and a sister-in-law. The birth of three kids, 9 nieces, and nephews, and one great-nephew.
We have seen friends come and go. And said goodbye to people we miss along with welcomed new friends and family into our lives. Buying a house, a wide variety of pets, vehicles, first dates, prom clothing, speech contests, basketball camps, drivers licenses and a ton of other memories.
But to me a represents a whole lot of love and a family.
**okay I confess I just googled and it took me to a website that broke it down 33 years by days, month, minutes, seconds, etc. I dislike math too much to go through that much work!
Friday, July 27, 2018
A dog named Murphy
I grew up on a farm and we always had a farm dog and lots of cats. And when it comes to cats vs dogs I would choose cats. I loved our farm dogs over the years while I was growing up, but cats always made their way to the top of my list for a variety of reasons.
So when my daughter and her husband recently adopted a rescue dog I was like cool, good for them. My daughter had wanted a puppy, but like all things small and in the baby stage they require a lot of time and work and attention. A rescue dog made their way into their lives and to say Murphy is a perfect fit for them would be an understatement. He a good-natured, spunky dog who is always smiling, always!
I just dog-sat Murphy for a day and a half and what fun we had. Lots of walks, pet and brushing time, just hanging out and a slumber party! It was a fun 36 hours. I've never met a dog with such an easy going personality but yet some spunk and humor. He listens, which is more than I can say for a lot of humans! He loves attention but yet was fine if I was reading and he was just hanging out.
And the final, and another fun part of my dog-sitting time, going for a ride so Murphy could be shared with his other dog grandparents! Murphy loved his ride. He wanted to drive before we left but opted to be my copilot! He loved looking out the windows, putting his nose in the air conditioner vent and having my hand on him. And best of all, what Murphy is always doing, smiling.
No one knows Murphy's story. Why he came to be in a shelter and how he was rescued from a 30-day kill shelter before that but fate has a way of working things out and bringing things and people and dogs together.
I'm a little lost without Murphy today, I haven't got a walking buddy and I"m sure the house will be quiet and empty when I go over to check on things. But he's obviously a well-rounded dog and I'm sure he is enjoying his time with his other dog grandparents.
Everyone can learn a lesson from Murphy always keep smiling!
So when my daughter and her husband recently adopted a rescue dog I was like cool, good for them. My daughter had wanted a puppy, but like all things small and in the baby stage they require a lot of time and work and attention. A rescue dog made their way into their lives and to say Murphy is a perfect fit for them would be an understatement. He a good-natured, spunky dog who is always smiling, always!
I just dog-sat Murphy for a day and a half and what fun we had. Lots of walks, pet and brushing time, just hanging out and a slumber party! It was a fun 36 hours. I've never met a dog with such an easy going personality but yet some spunk and humor. He listens, which is more than I can say for a lot of humans! He loves attention but yet was fine if I was reading and he was just hanging out.
And the final, and another fun part of my dog-sitting time, going for a ride so Murphy could be shared with his other dog grandparents! Murphy loved his ride. He wanted to drive before we left but opted to be my copilot! He loved looking out the windows, putting his nose in the air conditioner vent and having my hand on him. And best of all, what Murphy is always doing, smiling.
No one knows Murphy's story. Why he came to be in a shelter and how he was rescued from a 30-day kill shelter before that but fate has a way of working things out and bringing things and people and dogs together.
I'm a little lost without Murphy today, I haven't got a walking buddy and I"m sure the house will be quiet and empty when I go over to check on things. But he's obviously a well-rounded dog and I'm sure he is enjoying his time with his other dog grandparents.
Everyone can learn a lesson from Murphy always keep smiling!
Saturday, July 21, 2018
My older brother
My oldest brother recently visited for a couple of days and to be honest, it was the first time as an adult that I have spent that much time with him. I had the opportunity to really talk to him. My brother was 10 when I was born and he got married when he was 21. My sister-in-law, his wife, recently passed away unexpectedly so for the past almost year and a half he has had to adjust to life without her.
My memories of my brother have always been the big, protective older brother. My mom would tell the story of how he would carefully put me in the little red wagon and pull me around the yard when I was little. He was careful and protective. He was and still is a gentle, kind guy. I honestly think he would do just about anything for his family and those he cares about. He set a good example and set the bar kind of high for me in regard to how men should treat women.
So the two days we spent together was kind of a get to know opportunity. He has a wonderful memory and could tell me the names, relationships and other tidbits about family members and events. Being the youngest I missed out on things that the four older siblings got to experience or do. He is extremely handy and smart when it comes to figuring things out and fixing things. There isn't much he won't try to fix or do himself-he learned that from my dad. He helped repair a few things. I return did some cooking and we went out to eat a couple of times. But my brother is a really good cook too!
I don't know if he was bored or enjoyed his time here but it was really, really nice. One of the best memories from the two days, when he and I sat outside after dark, watching the stars come out talking about family and life and our kids and the people we missed. It did my heart good and left me with such a great memory.
I'm so blessed to have gotten the opportunity and time to spend with him to make new memories and share old memories too.
Side note, my brother mentioned during his visit that he'd heard loved ones who have passed away are close when you find feathers. He said he had found several feathers over the past year and a half. As he was leaving today and I was standing on the lawn and I looked down as he was backing out of the driveway, and on the ground was a feather. I picked it up and held it up for him to see, he rolled down his window, gave me a thumbs up and smiled...be both knew what it meant.
My memories of my brother have always been the big, protective older brother. My mom would tell the story of how he would carefully put me in the little red wagon and pull me around the yard when I was little. He was careful and protective. He was and still is a gentle, kind guy. I honestly think he would do just about anything for his family and those he cares about. He set a good example and set the bar kind of high for me in regard to how men should treat women.
So the two days we spent together was kind of a get to know opportunity. He has a wonderful memory and could tell me the names, relationships and other tidbits about family members and events. Being the youngest I missed out on things that the four older siblings got to experience or do. He is extremely handy and smart when it comes to figuring things out and fixing things. There isn't much he won't try to fix or do himself-he learned that from my dad. He helped repair a few things. I return did some cooking and we went out to eat a couple of times. But my brother is a really good cook too!
I don't know if he was bored or enjoyed his time here but it was really, really nice. One of the best memories from the two days, when he and I sat outside after dark, watching the stars come out talking about family and life and our kids and the people we missed. It did my heart good and left me with such a great memory.
I'm so blessed to have gotten the opportunity and time to spend with him to make new memories and share old memories too.
Side note, my brother mentioned during his visit that he'd heard loved ones who have passed away are close when you find feathers. He said he had found several feathers over the past year and a half. As he was leaving today and I was standing on the lawn and I looked down as he was backing out of the driveway, and on the ground was a feather. I picked it up and held it up for him to see, he rolled down his window, gave me a thumbs up and smiled...be both knew what it meant.
Tuesday, July 17, 2018
Picking out glasses
I've had a love-hate relationship with my eyes! As a kid all my siblings and my parents wore glasses. And each year when the school nurse would do an annual eye check I would pass with flying colors. I was relieved that I had somehow been blessed with better vision than all of them!
My kids all have made their way into a corrective lens. I've paid for my share of eye exams, glasses, contacts and all of the goodies that go with seeing the world clearly. Obviously, they didn't get their eyes from their mother!
So when I got my eyes checked the first time as an adult by a professional I was shocked to learn I need glasses. And not only glasses but bifocals. I struggled with those glasses. I tried to wear them but in the end, they spent more time in the case than on my face! A couple years later I had my eyes checked again and funny thing but I didn't need bifocals...imagine that I wouldn't need bifocals for many, many years later. Single view glasses was a refreshing change and I wore those glasses much more than I ever did my first pair.
Flash a few years ahead and contacts made their way into my life. Yay! I could see near and far when I finally really did need bifocals.
So after a recent eye exam, I was again looking at needing new glasses and if you've ever had to pick out frames for glasses you know what I am talking about here. I brought home four different frames for family and friends to give me their opinion on. I had my favorite frames but I wanted the opinion of those I knew looked at me most, after all, they would see the glasses more than I ever would. It's kind of like painting your house, your neighbors see the exterior color more than you ever do. We've all seen those people with glasses where we've thought to our selves "what the heck?" or "who told you that looked good on you?". I didn't want to be one of those sassy little old ladies with bright colored frames, although it is the trend right now! It's all a complicated process. My daughter, who I knew would give me the most honest opinion did just that. She brought a perspective to the whole process that made me eliminate each frame one by one until we had a winner!
The next part of this fun process was going to order these frames. What kind of material did I want my lens made out of or how did I want the transition from one prescription to the other on the lens were all fun questions I had to decide on. The tech had to figure and mark where my eyes would focus on the lens. Did I want the non-glare coating or the blue light coating? They now make a coating just for people who get migraines, but it gives the lens a funky colored look, so no that was not for me. What color did I want the frames in? All this thrown in with less than helpful vision insurance card and 45 minutes later and the glasses were ordered! Alleluia!!
I go pick the new glasses up in two weeks. And honestly, I'm looking forward to getting these glasses. I think they'll look okay. I've always thought most people look smarter in glasses, just my perspective. I know wearing glasses does not make you smarter, but a good looking pair of frames can look pretty sharp!
In this whole process, I've learned a great deal about vision, thanks to the eye doctor during my exam and about lens and frames thanks to the tech who helped me! I may not look smarter in the new glasses but I learned a lot and that makes me smarter!!
Whew, that was a lot of decisions to be made just to see better! Here's to seeing the world clearer in a couple of weeks!
My kids all have made their way into a corrective lens. I've paid for my share of eye exams, glasses, contacts and all of the goodies that go with seeing the world clearly. Obviously, they didn't get their eyes from their mother!
So when I got my eyes checked the first time as an adult by a professional I was shocked to learn I need glasses. And not only glasses but bifocals. I struggled with those glasses. I tried to wear them but in the end, they spent more time in the case than on my face! A couple years later I had my eyes checked again and funny thing but I didn't need bifocals...imagine that I wouldn't need bifocals for many, many years later. Single view glasses was a refreshing change and I wore those glasses much more than I ever did my first pair.
Flash a few years ahead and contacts made their way into my life. Yay! I could see near and far when I finally really did need bifocals.
So after a recent eye exam, I was again looking at needing new glasses and if you've ever had to pick out frames for glasses you know what I am talking about here. I brought home four different frames for family and friends to give me their opinion on. I had my favorite frames but I wanted the opinion of those I knew looked at me most, after all, they would see the glasses more than I ever would. It's kind of like painting your house, your neighbors see the exterior color more than you ever do. We've all seen those people with glasses where we've thought to our selves "what the heck?" or "who told you that looked good on you?". I didn't want to be one of those sassy little old ladies with bright colored frames, although it is the trend right now! It's all a complicated process. My daughter, who I knew would give me the most honest opinion did just that. She brought a perspective to the whole process that made me eliminate each frame one by one until we had a winner!
The next part of this fun process was going to order these frames. What kind of material did I want my lens made out of or how did I want the transition from one prescription to the other on the lens were all fun questions I had to decide on. The tech had to figure and mark where my eyes would focus on the lens. Did I want the non-glare coating or the blue light coating? They now make a coating just for people who get migraines, but it gives the lens a funky colored look, so no that was not for me. What color did I want the frames in? All this thrown in with less than helpful vision insurance card and 45 minutes later and the glasses were ordered! Alleluia!!
I go pick the new glasses up in two weeks. And honestly, I'm looking forward to getting these glasses. I think they'll look okay. I've always thought most people look smarter in glasses, just my perspective. I know wearing glasses does not make you smarter, but a good looking pair of frames can look pretty sharp!
In this whole process, I've learned a great deal about vision, thanks to the eye doctor during my exam and about lens and frames thanks to the tech who helped me! I may not look smarter in the new glasses but I learned a lot and that makes me smarter!!
Whew, that was a lot of decisions to be made just to see better! Here's to seeing the world clearer in a couple of weeks!
Monday, July 16, 2018
Summer is half over!
I love routine, in fact, I need it. If I keep a regular schedule it helps with my migraine headaches. But truth be known during some point every summer vacation I fall off the "keeping the schedule" routine and it's not pretty! Too much sleep or not enough either of which in turn often turn into migraine headaches. Yuck!
At some point, I stay up too late, either by choice or because of lack of planning or because I'm naturally a night owl and I fall off the routine wagon. I sleep past my 5 a.m. alarm. I lay in bed and read or surf social media instead of getting my fanny out of bed in the mornings and get moving. My routine goes bye-bye. And the result-I get out of whack. I end up with migraines and that throws me off and it's a whole lot of fun-NOT.
And typically when the 4th of July rolls around all those fun haters start saying "summer is about over" or "it's all downhill from here" referring to school starting in August. I've never cared for these comments, first as a mom-I enjoyed having my kids home during the summer and spending time with them and secondly as a school employee I, plain and simple, don't want to go back!! (Okay, maybe I kind of do!)
But in truth summer is on the downside. Someone last week reminded me that we go back in five weeks...wait, WHAT?! No! That's can't be right. And I haven't looked nor do I want to at a calendar. It will arrive regardless if I know when or how many days!
But here's what I want to ask...What the heck happened to summer?! June was busy and I got a lot accomplished but what happened to the month? And as the month of July is now over halfway over I'm like a kid on their first roller coaster ride, I can't look but yet I do!
I personally feel like my summer can't be this far over, I have so much I want and plan on doing and getting done. It's the summer of stay at home, clean, purge and get stuff done. And it has been, but I guess I'm feeling like I haven't gotten done as much as I'd planned or hoped. But in reality, I have accomplished a lot. I always put way too much on my "to do" list, I always have and probably always will, it's just who I am!
So today as I was kind of looking at what is ahead and what I "want" to do and accomplish, I looked at summer in perspective of Thanksgiving or Christmas break...summer is a whole lot more time, with one small holiday in the middle but otherwise is pretty much time to do what and when you want, and get things done. Unlike Thanksgiving or Christmas breaks, both have a honking big holiday as part of the break and these holidays require quite a lot of work.
So I'm going to stop panicking or shooting nasty look every time someone mentions summer being half over or school starting soon, or back to school commercials, or the absolute worse-school supplies out on store shelves already! It is what it is. It's going to keep rolling towards us! Life with a schedule will soon make a return and that is okay. So regardless of how many days until I have to go back or school starts, a routine will soon make it's way back into my life and that's a good thing!
Here's to what's left of summer...enjoy and make memories!
At some point, I stay up too late, either by choice or because of lack of planning or because I'm naturally a night owl and I fall off the routine wagon. I sleep past my 5 a.m. alarm. I lay in bed and read or surf social media instead of getting my fanny out of bed in the mornings and get moving. My routine goes bye-bye. And the result-I get out of whack. I end up with migraines and that throws me off and it's a whole lot of fun-NOT.
And typically when the 4th of July rolls around all those fun haters start saying "summer is about over" or "it's all downhill from here" referring to school starting in August. I've never cared for these comments, first as a mom-I enjoyed having my kids home during the summer and spending time with them and secondly as a school employee I, plain and simple, don't want to go back!! (Okay, maybe I kind of do!)
But in truth summer is on the downside. Someone last week reminded me that we go back in five weeks...wait, WHAT?! No! That's can't be right. And I haven't looked nor do I want to at a calendar. It will arrive regardless if I know when or how many days!
But here's what I want to ask...What the heck happened to summer?! June was busy and I got a lot accomplished but what happened to the month? And as the month of July is now over halfway over I'm like a kid on their first roller coaster ride, I can't look but yet I do!
I personally feel like my summer can't be this far over, I have so much I want and plan on doing and getting done. It's the summer of stay at home, clean, purge and get stuff done. And it has been, but I guess I'm feeling like I haven't gotten done as much as I'd planned or hoped. But in reality, I have accomplished a lot. I always put way too much on my "to do" list, I always have and probably always will, it's just who I am!
So today as I was kind of looking at what is ahead and what I "want" to do and accomplish, I looked at summer in perspective of Thanksgiving or Christmas break...summer is a whole lot more time, with one small holiday in the middle but otherwise is pretty much time to do what and when you want, and get things done. Unlike Thanksgiving or Christmas breaks, both have a honking big holiday as part of the break and these holidays require quite a lot of work.
So I'm going to stop panicking or shooting nasty look every time someone mentions summer being half over or school starting soon, or back to school commercials, or the absolute worse-school supplies out on store shelves already! It is what it is. It's going to keep rolling towards us! Life with a schedule will soon make a return and that is okay. So regardless of how many days until I have to go back or school starts, a routine will soon make it's way back into my life and that's a good thing!
Here's to what's left of summer...enjoy and make memories!
Thursday, July 12, 2018
I made it!
After three days of less than fun stomach issues/flu I feel human again. No gory details, just an appreciation for feeling good and back to normal, or at least making my way back to normal! It is nice to wake up with energy, not pain. (I am not a good sick person, but who is and who wants to be?) And this has me thinking about all those people who wake up each morning with pain. Those who struggle to get out of bed be it physical or other kinds of pain. Wow, how blessed I am!
So as another day begins, regardless of how hot or bitter cold or tough or uneventful this day is, I am grateful for another day. Another chance!
So as another day begins, regardless of how hot or bitter cold or tough or uneventful this day is, I am grateful for another day. Another chance!
Wednesday, June 27, 2018
Keeping memories
There are all types of people when it comes to being sentimental. Some people hang on to everything, ticket stubs, old t-shirts and artwork from elementary school. Some people toss and hang on to nothing. Memories are the best, no one can take those away from you. I'd like to think I'm a happy medium when it comes to memories. I tried to keep a folder of papers and artwork for each of my kids throughout their school years, each grade, so they could someday look back on the stuff and it would bring them happiness, good memories, and some laughs!
This summer is the summer of cleaning out and as I put it "purging"! It is time to clean out, clean up and get rid of. All my kids have their own homes and I am giving them their memories. The books, clothes, toys, photos, artwork, jersey's, dresses and such. I get the feeling that most of the items I'm delivering will probably be going to the garbage or goodwill...this is totally their choice. I get that. But as someone who has very, very little from her youth I hope they someday aren't saying "I wish I had" or "I wish I'd kept"some items from their youth. You see it is good to look back, read old journals, look at elementary artwork or report cards put on your high school jersey or prom dress. This is all of what makes us who we are, us!
I wish I had items from my youth, the kindergarten family picture I drew of my entire family in swimsuits, or journals I wrote or books I'd read over and over again and were the favorites that I would have passed along to my kids when they were younger to read. Such happy and precious memories that I wish I could have shared with my kids. But that stuff is gone and are just my memories now.
No one can take your memories away from you. But having remembrances and keepsakes of days gone by and people who are no longer here are a special treasure. Sharing things from our youth and school year with your own children is a cool thing as well.
But once I give their stuff to them, it is theirs to do as they want...keep, toss or donate. I just have one hope, that they take the time, sit down, look at and go through the boxes of memories one more time and it brings them a smile or two one last time before they do whatever they do with the items. It's what makes you individual and unique.
I know it is all just stuff, just remember what you think is clutter and junk now someone someday might say, this was my dad's jersey or this was my mom's prom dress or a card from my great grandparents given to my dad or mom when they were my age. It's all in perspective, memories are precious. After all, I have my mom's wedding dress from 73 years ago. I have no idea what to do with it. But I know it brings me happiness when I open the box and look at it and remember photos from my parent's wedding and how beautiful my mom looked. Or the handmade rocking chairs my dad made for each of my kids, what a wonderful keepsake for them, something I've never had from my grandparents. Take the time and do more than live in the moment, keep those memories close.
This summer is the summer of cleaning out and as I put it "purging"! It is time to clean out, clean up and get rid of. All my kids have their own homes and I am giving them their memories. The books, clothes, toys, photos, artwork, jersey's, dresses and such. I get the feeling that most of the items I'm delivering will probably be going to the garbage or goodwill...this is totally their choice. I get that. But as someone who has very, very little from her youth I hope they someday aren't saying "I wish I had" or "I wish I'd kept"some items from their youth. You see it is good to look back, read old journals, look at elementary artwork or report cards put on your high school jersey or prom dress. This is all of what makes us who we are, us!
I wish I had items from my youth, the kindergarten family picture I drew of my entire family in swimsuits, or journals I wrote or books I'd read over and over again and were the favorites that I would have passed along to my kids when they were younger to read. Such happy and precious memories that I wish I could have shared with my kids. But that stuff is gone and are just my memories now.
No one can take your memories away from you. But having remembrances and keepsakes of days gone by and people who are no longer here are a special treasure. Sharing things from our youth and school year with your own children is a cool thing as well.
But once I give their stuff to them, it is theirs to do as they want...keep, toss or donate. I just have one hope, that they take the time, sit down, look at and go through the boxes of memories one more time and it brings them a smile or two one last time before they do whatever they do with the items. It's what makes you individual and unique.
I know it is all just stuff, just remember what you think is clutter and junk now someone someday might say, this was my dad's jersey or this was my mom's prom dress or a card from my great grandparents given to my dad or mom when they were my age. It's all in perspective, memories are precious. After all, I have my mom's wedding dress from 73 years ago. I have no idea what to do with it. But I know it brings me happiness when I open the box and look at it and remember photos from my parent's wedding and how beautiful my mom looked. Or the handmade rocking chairs my dad made for each of my kids, what a wonderful keepsake for them, something I've never had from my grandparents. Take the time and do more than live in the moment, keep those memories close.
Wednesday, June 6, 2018
Half empty or half full
There are some days when I do see the glass as half empty or the day mostly cloudy. But I'd like to think a majority of the time I see the glass not only half full but I appreciate the fact that the glass can be refilled! And I'd like to think that I look at the sky as mostly sunny rather than mostly cloudy.
When you work, live or are around people who are doom and gloom and minor life happenings are a catastrophe well you either fall into their wallow and negative mindset or you battle to be and do the opposite. If I wasn't a "let's do this" or an "I'll try just about anything" kind of person I'd live in an old house that would still have 100-year-old wallpaper on the walls and ceilings, there would still be carpet in my bathrooms, there would be overgrown trees and bushes in my yard and the list goes on and on, but you get my point.
We all know and have the "problem for every situation" kind of people in our lives. They always have a negative for even the smallest things in life. I'm not sure how these people get out of bed every day but I'm sure it must be a negative experience and a "poor me" kind of mentality because they do have to get out of bed. I look at each morning as God seeing to give me another day. I'm not a morning person but we all have to get up and going every day and there are people in this world who can't get out of bed each day and wish they could. And yes I have aches and pains but that means I am alive and I can get out of bed. Sore muscles and pain mean I am able to do things and get around. I am alive.
I've turned off, tuned out and ignored the people who have a problem for every solution, life is too short and sooner or later the negative and poor me mentality takes its toll. I'm sure I've had my moments of seeing the problem rather than the solution, and I hope I haven't become one because I do live with and work with these types of people. Life is too short people. Each day is a gift and each day is an opportunity to try again. We don't all get it right and we are not perfect but we are given the opportunity. But instead of comparing yourself to others and seeing things as negative and bad, appreciate what you DO have. It is hard to live with someone who always sees life as poor and bad and sees and points out the negative. I choose to ignore and walk away. But there are times I just want to kick people in the shins and tell them "we've got it pretty damn nice" or "if you can't say anything nice then don't say anything at all". It is hard to stay positive when the world is such a negative place, but it is all in your perspective. I try to find a solution for every problem rather than a problem for every solution and end each day with what I do have rather than what I don't. I don't have the best of everything. I've got aches and pains and bills and there are things I'd like to change but more so I appreciate what I DO have. There is so much to be thankful for, and I remember and thank God for that every night before I go to sleep and again when I open my eyes in the mornings. This is what makes me appreciate and always looking for the positive and solutions in life.
When you work, live or are around people who are doom and gloom and minor life happenings are a catastrophe well you either fall into their wallow and negative mindset or you battle to be and do the opposite. If I wasn't a "let's do this" or an "I'll try just about anything" kind of person I'd live in an old house that would still have 100-year-old wallpaper on the walls and ceilings, there would still be carpet in my bathrooms, there would be overgrown trees and bushes in my yard and the list goes on and on, but you get my point.
We all know and have the "problem for every situation" kind of people in our lives. They always have a negative for even the smallest things in life. I'm not sure how these people get out of bed every day but I'm sure it must be a negative experience and a "poor me" kind of mentality because they do have to get out of bed. I look at each morning as God seeing to give me another day. I'm not a morning person but we all have to get up and going every day and there are people in this world who can't get out of bed each day and wish they could. And yes I have aches and pains but that means I am alive and I can get out of bed. Sore muscles and pain mean I am able to do things and get around. I am alive.
I've turned off, tuned out and ignored the people who have a problem for every solution, life is too short and sooner or later the negative and poor me mentality takes its toll. I'm sure I've had my moments of seeing the problem rather than the solution, and I hope I haven't become one because I do live with and work with these types of people. Life is too short people. Each day is a gift and each day is an opportunity to try again. We don't all get it right and we are not perfect but we are given the opportunity. But instead of comparing yourself to others and seeing things as negative and bad, appreciate what you DO have. It is hard to live with someone who always sees life as poor and bad and sees and points out the negative. I choose to ignore and walk away. But there are times I just want to kick people in the shins and tell them "we've got it pretty damn nice" or "if you can't say anything nice then don't say anything at all". It is hard to stay positive when the world is such a negative place, but it is all in your perspective. I try to find a solution for every problem rather than a problem for every solution and end each day with what I do have rather than what I don't. I don't have the best of everything. I've got aches and pains and bills and there are things I'd like to change but more so I appreciate what I DO have. There is so much to be thankful for, and I remember and thank God for that every night before I go to sleep and again when I open my eyes in the mornings. This is what makes me appreciate and always looking for the positive and solutions in life.
Friday, May 11, 2018
When problems were small
I was a shy child. Growing up on a farm, five miles out of town, I didn't go to daycare and my playmates were my older siblings. So when I went to kindergarten it was a scary experience. I think they would call it social anxiety now or separation anxiety. I didn't have a lot of social skills.
And my biggest problems and fear when I got over the culture shock was how kids treated me (being a redhead with big blue eyes kids would pick on me) and my issues with the alphabet! Yep, I struggled with the alphabet! I always got the letters M and N mixed up, I couldn't remember which one came first and I used to fret and worry and get worked up about it. I remember my older brother sitting in the car with me before going into school trying to help me remember M before N! Ahh....those were the days. Don't sweat the small stuff would be a good piece of advice then.
My mom used to say when you are small your troubles are small, when you get bigger the troubles get bigger. She usually used this reference when referring to your own children. When they are babies you worry about them eating enough or if they are warm or cold and that kind of thing. As they get older the worries get bigger, are they keeping up with other kids their age, reading-wise or growth-wise. And as they hit the teenage years you worry about the friends they have, or who's house they are at and then they go to college and you worry if they are making good choices, if you've taught them enough. Or if they are safe. And when they become adults you worry if they are happy, they like their job, or if they can find a job or the right house that they want to buy....the worries change as your kids get older. I understand what my mom meant all so well and why she always said she prayed for all her kids all the time!
And now I add a new perspective to my worrying, a grandchild. Once again the parent worry, coming from experience, kicks in. But in all of this I've learned over the years that I'm not alone. My worrying is just what you do when you care and love someone. But learning to put it all in God's hands is something I forget. He's got this. And all the worrying in the world isn't going to do any good. God is not going to give us anything that HE and I can't handle TOGETHER.
So as my 30th mother's day rolls around and takes on a new perspective with a grandchild on the way, I can't help but think back to how clueless and inexperienced and not understanding what my mom meant by those words back 30 years ago was as I waiting for my son to arrive. I've learned a ton over the past 30 years. And I couldn't have done it without God's help!
Happy Mother's day to all the moms and dads out there. Most all have filled the roll of both/either/or to their kids.
And my biggest problems and fear when I got over the culture shock was how kids treated me (being a redhead with big blue eyes kids would pick on me) and my issues with the alphabet! Yep, I struggled with the alphabet! I always got the letters M and N mixed up, I couldn't remember which one came first and I used to fret and worry and get worked up about it. I remember my older brother sitting in the car with me before going into school trying to help me remember M before N! Ahh....those were the days. Don't sweat the small stuff would be a good piece of advice then.
My mom used to say when you are small your troubles are small, when you get bigger the troubles get bigger. She usually used this reference when referring to your own children. When they are babies you worry about them eating enough or if they are warm or cold and that kind of thing. As they get older the worries get bigger, are they keeping up with other kids their age, reading-wise or growth-wise. And as they hit the teenage years you worry about the friends they have, or who's house they are at and then they go to college and you worry if they are making good choices, if you've taught them enough. Or if they are safe. And when they become adults you worry if they are happy, they like their job, or if they can find a job or the right house that they want to buy....the worries change as your kids get older. I understand what my mom meant all so well and why she always said she prayed for all her kids all the time!
And now I add a new perspective to my worrying, a grandchild. Once again the parent worry, coming from experience, kicks in. But in all of this I've learned over the years that I'm not alone. My worrying is just what you do when you care and love someone. But learning to put it all in God's hands is something I forget. He's got this. And all the worrying in the world isn't going to do any good. God is not going to give us anything that HE and I can't handle TOGETHER.
So as my 30th mother's day rolls around and takes on a new perspective with a grandchild on the way, I can't help but think back to how clueless and inexperienced and not understanding what my mom meant by those words back 30 years ago was as I waiting for my son to arrive. I've learned a ton over the past 30 years. And I couldn't have done it without God's help!
Happy Mother's day to all the moms and dads out there. Most all have filled the roll of both/either/or to their kids.
Friday, April 13, 2018
Change your outlook
Everyone needs an attitude adjustment every so often, a change of scenery, a day off, time away, quiet time or time spent with people who make you happy and laugh and forget the worries and stress of life.
On a sort of whim I went to a concert last night, a Christian concert. This was my first Christian concert and honestly I can say, I needed this. No it was not like one of those revivals but it was pretty uplifting and attitude changing. I didn't know every song that was played but having the words to each song up on the big screen was pretty cool-it helped deliver the message. And to be honest hearing all those voices sing along was pretty amazing.
But one of the most amazing parts was when the lead singer from Mercy Me, Bart Millard, ask everyone to sing along to the next song in their set, with no words on the screen. Well hearing several thousand people sing, with no accompaniment, Amazing Grace, was moving to say the least. The volume and feeling of love and unity was very obvious.
If you didn't know the bands and their music that played and didn't know the words to the songs you would have labeled it another rock concert. But it was far more. It was a concert where each song spoke a message, and shared love and was to comfort, or something you could relate to or make you feel good, or all of those.
The song, "I can only imagine" and now movie, both send a powerful message. The song written by Millard after his dad, who was abusive, died from cancer will make you think, appreciate and touch your heart. Hearing it live was an amazing experience as I have wondered what it will be like, when that day comes.
What I'm trying to say here is do something for you. Do something good for your soul. Something that will adjust your attitude and make you happy. Every day is a gift.
And if you want to be happy listen to Mercy Me's Happy Dance song...it will make you want to get up and do a happy dance.
On a sort of whim I went to a concert last night, a Christian concert. This was my first Christian concert and honestly I can say, I needed this. No it was not like one of those revivals but it was pretty uplifting and attitude changing. I didn't know every song that was played but having the words to each song up on the big screen was pretty cool-it helped deliver the message. And to be honest hearing all those voices sing along was pretty amazing.
But one of the most amazing parts was when the lead singer from Mercy Me, Bart Millard, ask everyone to sing along to the next song in their set, with no words on the screen. Well hearing several thousand people sing, with no accompaniment, Amazing Grace, was moving to say the least. The volume and feeling of love and unity was very obvious.
If you didn't know the bands and their music that played and didn't know the words to the songs you would have labeled it another rock concert. But it was far more. It was a concert where each song spoke a message, and shared love and was to comfort, or something you could relate to or make you feel good, or all of those.
The song, "I can only imagine" and now movie, both send a powerful message. The song written by Millard after his dad, who was abusive, died from cancer will make you think, appreciate and touch your heart. Hearing it live was an amazing experience as I have wondered what it will be like, when that day comes.
What I'm trying to say here is do something for you. Do something good for your soul. Something that will adjust your attitude and make you happy. Every day is a gift.
And if you want to be happy listen to Mercy Me's Happy Dance song...it will make you want to get up and do a happy dance.
Tuesday, April 10, 2018
Happy National Siblings Day
I didn't know there was such a day as Happy National Siblings Day but yes there is and here we are.
I've been blessed with four older siblings. And yes I was an unplanned surprise (no comments here, we're just going to go with that)!
My oldest sister was 16 going on 17 and left home before I remembered her very much. I remember her visits as a little girl being a big ordeal. And then my sister, Mary Ann, moved back to our hometown to teach while I was in high school. I got to know my sister and enjoyed our relationship. It wasn't until later looking back that I appreciate the opportunity I had to get to know my oldest sister. Mary Ann reminds me so much of my mom that it brings me a lot of comfort to be around her and I call her when I really miss my mom. She is one of the strongest people I know and calm and level headed are her strongest points.
My second sister was 14 when I was born and again before I realized or remembered she was off to see the world. I remember my sister Carol being fun and coming home to pick me up from school and as she has been many times, been mistaken for my mom. I'm sure she didn't appreciate these times and I was oblivious to it. But I always took it as a compliment as I've always thought Carol to be the good looking one of the bunch! Carol is tenacious and a go-getter. She is a force!
Big brother, Dick, was always a kind and gentle force in my life. He is one of the most easy going people I know and he would do just about anything for anyone. He has one of the kindest hearts I've ever met. He has endured some tough times and I am in awe of his strength. He never minded taking his little sitter along, be it giving me a ride in the little red wagon or along on a date with his future wife. Dick helped set the bar high in how a man should treat a woman in my eyes.
Dean, my younger of two older brothers, he and I have been through a lot. I remember Dean tormenting and knowing how to push my buttons as a kid. And he would take my toys apart and never be able to get them back together correctly when we were kids. But Dean is one of the strongest guys I know. He knows how to work. Our tempers clashed on numerous occasions-it comes from both of us being redheads. But honestly I would not have wanted to go through the tough times that we did with anyone else. Dean is a workaholic but I have no doubt one of the best friends a person could ever ask for.
There they all are, in a nutshell. We've had our disagreements, fights, times of not speaking to one another but when times have been tough we've been there either right behind or silently supporting one another. We were all raised the same but yet turned out differently. Some of us are more like dad, some more like mom and maybe one of us a good mixture of both! Regardless they are my siblings and God put us in the same family and the way we are for a variety of reasons. I love them and wish them each a blessed and happy day.
I've been blessed with four older siblings. And yes I was an unplanned surprise (no comments here, we're just going to go with that)!
My oldest sister was 16 going on 17 and left home before I remembered her very much. I remember her visits as a little girl being a big ordeal. And then my sister, Mary Ann, moved back to our hometown to teach while I was in high school. I got to know my sister and enjoyed our relationship. It wasn't until later looking back that I appreciate the opportunity I had to get to know my oldest sister. Mary Ann reminds me so much of my mom that it brings me a lot of comfort to be around her and I call her when I really miss my mom. She is one of the strongest people I know and calm and level headed are her strongest points.
My second sister was 14 when I was born and again before I realized or remembered she was off to see the world. I remember my sister Carol being fun and coming home to pick me up from school and as she has been many times, been mistaken for my mom. I'm sure she didn't appreciate these times and I was oblivious to it. But I always took it as a compliment as I've always thought Carol to be the good looking one of the bunch! Carol is tenacious and a go-getter. She is a force!
Big brother, Dick, was always a kind and gentle force in my life. He is one of the most easy going people I know and he would do just about anything for anyone. He has one of the kindest hearts I've ever met. He has endured some tough times and I am in awe of his strength. He never minded taking his little sitter along, be it giving me a ride in the little red wagon or along on a date with his future wife. Dick helped set the bar high in how a man should treat a woman in my eyes.
Dean, my younger of two older brothers, he and I have been through a lot. I remember Dean tormenting and knowing how to push my buttons as a kid. And he would take my toys apart and never be able to get them back together correctly when we were kids. But Dean is one of the strongest guys I know. He knows how to work. Our tempers clashed on numerous occasions-it comes from both of us being redheads. But honestly I would not have wanted to go through the tough times that we did with anyone else. Dean is a workaholic but I have no doubt one of the best friends a person could ever ask for.
There they all are, in a nutshell. We've had our disagreements, fights, times of not speaking to one another but when times have been tough we've been there either right behind or silently supporting one another. We were all raised the same but yet turned out differently. Some of us are more like dad, some more like mom and maybe one of us a good mixture of both! Regardless they are my siblings and God put us in the same family and the way we are for a variety of reasons. I love them and wish them each a blessed and happy day.
Monday, April 2, 2018
Happy Birthday in heaven, Mom!
April 2 will always hold a very special place in my heart. It was my mom's birthday! And to tell you the truth my mom, and dad for that matter, really knew how to make their birthday's special. They always made my brother's and sister's birthday's special growing up also.
But as my parent's got older they really made their days, birthday and anniversary, special. They'd celebrate all day long in a variety of ways. From going to church to coffee with friends and relatives. Lunch at a favorite place and a favorite meal for supper, playing cards with family and friends. And of course, birthday cake or pie. It was always a celebration, all day long, or several days sometimes! They set the bar and standards high for celebrating birthday's.
I have a lot of fond memories as a kid of my birthdays. But to be honest I remember more details of my parent's birthday's than mine! And now since they are both gone I celebrate their birth day here on earth. Usually with an extra prayer and a favorite food of theirs. It brings back happy and good memories.
My memories of my mom's birthday brings me back to my first communion back when I was in 2nd grade. I won't mention what year it was, but it was not only my first communion day, but it was my mom's birthday and Easter. The trifecta in celebrations. I know it pleased my mom for me to make my first communion on her birthday, I'm sure that's why I chose the day! This was back in the day when we could choose when to make our first communion rather than at the mass for all 2nd graders. It was a thing at that time. This was a big day. I remember lots of food, a cake and a yellow first communion dress that I'm pretty sure my mom had a big hand in picking out since it was her favorite color! I didn't have the preverbal white first communion dress with a veil like my sisters. Again another trend of the times. This was one of my favorite memories of my mom's birthday.
Then there was the year there was a blizzard that dumped a LOT of snow on April 2. I remember missing several days of school! My parent's always had a saying that the day takes after the person. This was all done in good humor. Some years April 2nd was very spring like, other years it was wintery and cold or the year of the blizzard! Unpredictable was the best way to describe my mom's birthday weather! I did some google research and for what it was worth it was 67-degrees and sunny on the day my mom was born, that seems appropriate!
And in my mom's last years on earth I always took the day off of work and would drive over to spend her day with her. We'd get her favorite food. And we'd have ice cream and there was always some yellow, from what she was wearing that day, to the main color of a lot of her birthday cards to flowers and the icing on her cake. My mom loved yellow!
So this year is the sixth birthday I celebrated without my mom. I miss her everyday and I know the birthday's in heaven have to be pretty special, lots of yellow, strawberries, chicken and smiles and laughter for mom.
Happy Birthday in heaven. If you celebrate as much in heaven as you did on earth I'm sure it one fun and happy day! Love and miss you mom.
But as my parent's got older they really made their days, birthday and anniversary, special. They'd celebrate all day long in a variety of ways. From going to church to coffee with friends and relatives. Lunch at a favorite place and a favorite meal for supper, playing cards with family and friends. And of course, birthday cake or pie. It was always a celebration, all day long, or several days sometimes! They set the bar and standards high for celebrating birthday's.
I have a lot of fond memories as a kid of my birthdays. But to be honest I remember more details of my parent's birthday's than mine! And now since they are both gone I celebrate their birth day here on earth. Usually with an extra prayer and a favorite food of theirs. It brings back happy and good memories.
My memories of my mom's birthday brings me back to my first communion back when I was in 2nd grade. I won't mention what year it was, but it was not only my first communion day, but it was my mom's birthday and Easter. The trifecta in celebrations. I know it pleased my mom for me to make my first communion on her birthday, I'm sure that's why I chose the day! This was back in the day when we could choose when to make our first communion rather than at the mass for all 2nd graders. It was a thing at that time. This was a big day. I remember lots of food, a cake and a yellow first communion dress that I'm pretty sure my mom had a big hand in picking out since it was her favorite color! I didn't have the preverbal white first communion dress with a veil like my sisters. Again another trend of the times. This was one of my favorite memories of my mom's birthday.
Then there was the year there was a blizzard that dumped a LOT of snow on April 2. I remember missing several days of school! My parent's always had a saying that the day takes after the person. This was all done in good humor. Some years April 2nd was very spring like, other years it was wintery and cold or the year of the blizzard! Unpredictable was the best way to describe my mom's birthday weather! I did some google research and for what it was worth it was 67-degrees and sunny on the day my mom was born, that seems appropriate!
And in my mom's last years on earth I always took the day off of work and would drive over to spend her day with her. We'd get her favorite food. And we'd have ice cream and there was always some yellow, from what she was wearing that day, to the main color of a lot of her birthday cards to flowers and the icing on her cake. My mom loved yellow!
So this year is the sixth birthday I celebrated without my mom. I miss her everyday and I know the birthday's in heaven have to be pretty special, lots of yellow, strawberries, chicken and smiles and laughter for mom.
Happy Birthday in heaven. If you celebrate as much in heaven as you did on earth I'm sure it one fun and happy day! Love and miss you mom.
Friday, February 9, 2018
I hate being sick
I was a premie, arriving 4-5 weeks early. And since that time I've always battled whatever is going around. And to be honest I was never terribly healthy until being pregnant with my oldest son. My body finally settled down and acted fairly normal compared to everyone else. I hated being sick as a kid, I still do-I try to act like I'm not and ignore it. When I got a cold or the flu as a kid, I got it good. There was never a mild version as far as my health was concerned.
So when my "smokers voice" started two weeks ago I knew what was coming. But I waged a battle prepared for what was to come next. And I did. I fought it hard. I've drank gallons of water. I've blown my nose so many times I feel like there should have been a counter on the tissue box. I drank tea. I took doses of local honey. I tried whiskey. And I drank more water. I tried, I really, really did. But on Tuesday the exhausting coughing turned into plugged and achy ears. I hate earaches. I had them as a kid and they hurt. It's hard to hear. It makes your head feel out of sync and it throws your sense of balance off. All of which I had. So I put up the white flag on Wednesday and called my doctor. And I could not get in to see her until today, Friday. I made a promise to myself that if I felt better Friday morning I was not going to keep my appointment. Thursday morning was the best I'd felt in over two weeks. Yay!!! I'd beaten the crud. Thursday afternoon I felt myself slipping. The ears ached, I was tired and just wanted to crawl in bed. But I kept going.
So today I swallowed my pride and went to the doctor with what I was 99.99999% sure was sinus infection. And I was right. I spent more time driving and waiting to see the doctor than I actually saw her but she confirmed my self diagnosis. A quick trip across the hallway to pick up my antibiotics at the pharmacy, and I was on my way back home. (I made a Starbucks stop because....well, just because). I've gotten one dose of antibiotics in and will get the second one in before the day is over. My weekend plans are to get over this junk and get back on track with eating and exercising and things smelling and tasting like they should. My sense of taste and smell has been out of whack since this all started.
So as the flu, influenza, strep throat, sinus infection season rages on I'm going to say I tried and I put up a good battle but I got help! I can admit when I've been defeated, I tried!
Stay healthy. Drink plenty of water and wash your hands. And a final thought-I'd like to find the little bugger that gave me this junk but the damage is done, I hope I didn't pass it along to anyone. And if I did, I hope it was someone I don't like!
Stay healthy.
So when my "smokers voice" started two weeks ago I knew what was coming. But I waged a battle prepared for what was to come next. And I did. I fought it hard. I've drank gallons of water. I've blown my nose so many times I feel like there should have been a counter on the tissue box. I drank tea. I took doses of local honey. I tried whiskey. And I drank more water. I tried, I really, really did. But on Tuesday the exhausting coughing turned into plugged and achy ears. I hate earaches. I had them as a kid and they hurt. It's hard to hear. It makes your head feel out of sync and it throws your sense of balance off. All of which I had. So I put up the white flag on Wednesday and called my doctor. And I could not get in to see her until today, Friday. I made a promise to myself that if I felt better Friday morning I was not going to keep my appointment. Thursday morning was the best I'd felt in over two weeks. Yay!!! I'd beaten the crud. Thursday afternoon I felt myself slipping. The ears ached, I was tired and just wanted to crawl in bed. But I kept going.
So today I swallowed my pride and went to the doctor with what I was 99.99999% sure was sinus infection. And I was right. I spent more time driving and waiting to see the doctor than I actually saw her but she confirmed my self diagnosis. A quick trip across the hallway to pick up my antibiotics at the pharmacy, and I was on my way back home. (I made a Starbucks stop because....well, just because). I've gotten one dose of antibiotics in and will get the second one in before the day is over. My weekend plans are to get over this junk and get back on track with eating and exercising and things smelling and tasting like they should. My sense of taste and smell has been out of whack since this all started.
So as the flu, influenza, strep throat, sinus infection season rages on I'm going to say I tried and I put up a good battle but I got help! I can admit when I've been defeated, I tried!
Stay healthy. Drink plenty of water and wash your hands. And a final thought-I'd like to find the little bugger that gave me this junk but the damage is done, I hope I didn't pass it along to anyone. And if I did, I hope it was someone I don't like!
Stay healthy.
Wednesday, January 24, 2018
Five minutes a day
So I noticed a couple of weeks ago someone on social media had posted picture and an explanation for their photo and the fact that they were starting this journal project.
The individual who posted the photo is someone who is starting a new chapter in their life and looking to make some changes in their way of thinking.
Her post clicked with me and I jumped on amazon, found one and order it without even really thinking. My Five Minute Journal arrived and the first part of the book is instructions and guidelines of how to use the journal. There are no rules just guidelines and suggestions. Well I took a little time to get in the right frame of mind and I started the journal. I downloaded an app to my phone to help me set goals and a purpose for this journaling thing.
I've been doing this journal for over two weeks. You are supposed to set a routine to journal every morning and evening, no matter what-make it a habit. My own routine is to get my coffee and then sitting down to think and journal in the mornings. And in the evenings. after I brush my teeth at bedtime, I journal again. I'm trying to make this a habit. And honestly I'm doing okay with it. No I didn't let myself have the "reward" I set for myself in the first week because I forgot to journal one night-I don't remember why, other than I just didn't. Accountability, I'm trying here.
The purpose of this Five Minute Journal is to make you think, look at and try to do better, along with creating a more positive mindset. It's purpose is to focus on the good in your life. And we all know in this world we need a lot more positive and happy. There is far too much negative.
Her post clicked with me and I jumped on amazon, found one and order it without even really thinking. My Five Minute Journal arrived and the first part of the book is instructions and guidelines of how to use the journal. There are no rules just guidelines and suggestions. Well I took a little time to get in the right frame of mind and I started the journal. I downloaded an app to my phone to help me set goals and a purpose for this journaling thing.
I've been doing this journal for over two weeks. You are supposed to set a routine to journal every morning and evening, no matter what-make it a habit. My own routine is to get my coffee and then sitting down to think and journal in the mornings. And in the evenings. after I brush my teeth at bedtime, I journal again. I'm trying to make this a habit. And honestly I'm doing okay with it. No I didn't let myself have the "reward" I set for myself in the first week because I forgot to journal one night-I don't remember why, other than I just didn't. Accountability, I'm trying here.
The purpose of this Five Minute Journal is to make you think, look at and try to do better, along with creating a more positive mindset. It's purpose is to focus on the good in your life. And we all know in this world we need a lot more positive and happy. There is far too much negative.
This journal has made me look at what I have and appreciate, to look for positives in the day, let the negatives go and make a daily affirmation each morning.
The end of the day journaling asks to list three amazing things that happened and how you could have made the day better.
Yes some days so far I feel like a dorky kid in what I write-I'm hard on myself a lot. I sometimes struggle with what to write, but usually I look around and realize the little things that we all take for granted and get inspired.
I can't tell you how many times since I've started this journal this quote has ran through my mind. And I can honestly say I am noticing that I'm starting to see the glass half full more than half empty or better yet that the glass can be refilled. I am guilty of letting those around me bring me down. Walking away from negative people and situations has helped my own peace of mind a great deal. We all need a break from each other every so often, that's okay.
This journaling thing has me thinking and looking and I think changing my mindset for the better. I'm trying is all I can say. I could go on for quite a while with a deluge of happiness quotes....but always remember,
And to put it in perspective, I have no problem taking 5 minutes out of the 1,440 minutes of every day to spend on being happier and looking for the good, being a better version of me. Do more of what makes YOU happy
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