New Year Weekend

When I was younger and an older person said "time just flies by", or "where did this year go" I would secretly sneer and wonder why they weren't just living in the moment.

The time has come for me to apologize to the older folks I poked fun at and tell them I have joined the MHTF Club. (My How Time Flies).

This year has been a rousing success for me. There was a move of residence, a closure of a home business, a new job. I look at the year as a success because it was full of challenge and respect and encouragement and healing and quarrels and music and lots of freckles and love.

I have a hard time believing that a new year will begin in a couple days. So long, 2006, the best year of my life so far. I look forward to the adventures in 2007.

Life Is Up and Down

Actually life isn't up and down, the motion we experience is in the way we perceive what life throws our way.

That roller coaster ride in the gut can be a good thing.

We are adapting and changing and growing every day. Every minute.

Sometimes we don't like the circumstances, but how we deal with changes helps us mature and advance. The teeter totter ride is up and down, and at least some of the time we are riding even and in balance. Time to catch your breath and hang on for the rest of the ride.

At least that's how I see it. I will be the first to admit that I am womanly, an adult female. But I have so much to learn.

Most of the time I enjoy the ride.

Driving While On The Cell Phone

The Female Brain

Gee, I wonder what is in the male brain??????

Merry Christmas

Sharing And Caring

Found in the comments on Crazy Bird's post "Remembering My Uncle Al":

"I remembered that as we were growing up, having a father who was schizoid and abusive to his wife and children, a man who also left us high and dry on more than one occasion. Uncle Al would send Mom money for food and clothes, rent, and we were his church that was his place of tithing."

I think this is a great way to think about sharing what we have with someone who has a need; this is the first description of tithing that sounds reasonable to me. To participate in life and share willingly without regret and without expectation of anything in return.

Thanks, Chuck, for posting the entire comment.

Sweetness and Delight

Sounds from the kitchen. Sweet boyfriend must be making bread. Love that bread.

Then he comes up behind me and says, "Close your eyes". I did.

Sweet boyfriend takes my hand and puts it on something cold. Hmmm.

"Take a bite". I did.

Wow!! Like love nectar to the senses!!

Sweet boyfriend made us a batch of fudge. Wow!!

Can't stop saying that.

The reason this is so monumental is that for almost four months we have had no refined sugar, artificial sweeteners, or refined "enriched" flour in our house. The only sweetener I have used is honey and very little of that.

The fudge is delicious. More than a special treat. That is the actual pic of the plate of fudge.

What could the ingredients be in this awesome fudge without sugar???

Sweet boyfriend JamesRaven will share the recipe. Thank you, sweetheart.

Howdy howdy, y'all. Here's my recipe. Fiddle with it anyway you want, it's almost impossible to screw up, unless you forget it on the stove and fry the carob:

1 10 oz package Sunspire Brand Vegan Carob Chips
1 cup natural peanut butter
1/4 cup pure honey
1/2 cup milk

Mix together, and put on low heat until melted.
Pour into 8" x 8" pan
Garnish with chopped sunflour seeds, or chopped peanuts, or Grape Nuts

I put it in the freezer to harden, then after a half-hour it's ready.

Mega Yummy, and zero sugar.

The Bend In The Road

Again and again we have decisions to make.

Do I take the easy way and follow the bend in the road, or do I take the more difficult climb over the rocky muddy terrain through the fog?

Hmmmm. Decisions. Decisions.

The fact that there is a bend in the road is enough for some people. That is enough change and discomfort to just follow the darn bend in the road.

For the adventurous, the thrill is in the climb. The danger of the unknown. The anticipation of the success at the end of the road.

Getting Older

Fa La La La La

Deck the halls with boughs of holly,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Tis the season to be jolly,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Don we now our gay apparel,
Fa la la, la la la, la la la.
Troll the ancient Yule tide carol,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

See the blazing Yule before us,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Strike the harp and join the chorus.
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Follow me in merry measure,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
While I tell of Yule tide treasure,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Fast away the old year passes,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Hail the new, ye lads and lasses,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.


Sing we joyous, all together,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Heedless of the wind and weather,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Information on Deck The Halls is found at carols.org:

"The music to Deck the Halls is believed to be Welsh in origin and was reputed to have come from a tune called "Nos Galan" dating back to the sixteenth century. In the eighteenth century Mozart used the tune to Deck the Halls for a violin and piano duet J.P. McCaskey is sometimes credited with the lyrics of Deck the Halls but he only edited the Franklin Square Song Collection in which the lyrics were first published. The first publication date of Deck the Halls is 1881. The author is unknown but the words are said to originate in America."

At least I know the words to this one. We listen to guitar music or piano music so the holiday music in our house is without words but it is nice to have the background music.

Older People In The Workforce

We eat lunch each work day in the parking lot at work. It sounds boring but really it is interesting because of the activity around that building and the people coming and going.

There is an older man in particular that holds my interest each day. This man has to be at least 70. He works for some type of window production place. He is agile, productive, and works safely. His job is outside of the building beside the dumpsters. He dismantles the old window frames and throws the glass windows into a dumpster so that the glass breaks.

Watching this man prompted me to wonder about other older people still working.

I found this great story about Waldo, age 104 in msnbc:

"QUINTER, Kan. — Waldo McBurney lives in two worlds: one of buggies and hitching posts — and the other of a growing trend of older Americans working longer.

Still spry and agile at 104, McBurney briskly walks most days from home to work in this High Plains farming community, where he raises bees and sells honey."

[...]

"In October, Experience Works gave McBurney its "America's Oldest Worker for 2006" award at a ceremony in Washington.

"He may not be the oldest worker but he is up there and definitely outstanding," said Cynthia Metzler, president of the national group, which provides training and employment for the senior citizens.

Metzler called McBurney "a real role model for all of us" at a time when Americans are working longer.

"People are living longer and don't have enough money to sustain themselves. Some want to work to remain active," she said.

While it can't be said definitively that McBurney actually is the oldest American working, the odds favor him."

[...]

"The United States has an estimated 77,770 centenarians, about 0.026 percent of the population. The average American life span is 77.9 years."

[...]

"After graduating from college in 1927, he worked a quarter century variously as a vocational-agricultural teacher, county extension agent and at the local co-op. In the 1950s he started a seed-cleaning business. He also took a decades-long hobby of beekeeping and went into the honey business.

He operated the seed-cleaning venture until age 91 and still raises bees and sells honey, although much less than before.

"I'm trying to get out of the bee business because my back isn't standing up like it should," he said. "I hope somebody else will be handling the bees. I'll keep a few at the house to raise our own honey."

Note: The photo in this post is of Waldo as he tends his bees.
[...]

"In 2004, McBurney published his book, "My First 100 Years: A Look Back from the Finish Line," which he sells in his office. "Selling books isn't retiring," he said. "I expect to be working."

He enjoyed running all his life and at age 65 took up long-distance running. A decade later, he began competing in the Senior Olympics, the World Masters and other events, winning 10 gold medals for track and field events.

McBurney stopped competing a couple years ago, but almost every day he still walks the four blocks from his white framed house trimmed in blue to his Main Street office. "My running got so slow I could walk as fast as I could run," he said.

He wears glasses, but his eyesight is good enough that his driver's license was renewed in September. Yes, he still drives, but not often.

McBurney lives a low-key lifestyle with his wife of 44 years, 92-year-old Vernice. They have five adult children from previous marriages."

I think Waldo and Vernice deserve an award for staying married 44 years and helping each other to live productive, active lives.

Sometimes It's Just A Matter Of Time

"Monticello - Bells tolled last week for Dec. 7, 1941 — the date that lives in infamy. This story starts the day after.

Young patriots rushed to the nation's defense. Don Karkos tagged along after school as his older brother, Eddie, went to enlist at the Navy recruiting station in Lewiston, Maine. The boy hunched in the back of the room as Eddie answered questions and filled out paperwork. A recruiter barked out at Don, "Hey, kid, whatsa matter, you don't like the Navy?"

"Sir, I'm not old enough," Don told him. "I don't turn 17 until Friday."

"Good enough," snapped the recruiter.

Seaman Don Karkos shipped out of Boston and sailed into the North Atlantic. His was the USS Rapaden, a tanker whose mission was to skirt the German U-boats off the English coast and refuel Allied battleships. On a warm morning in the summer of '42, Karkos was on the Rapaden deck when there was a loud explosion. Twisted metal flew everywhere. Something heavy hit the boy above his right eye, cutting his forehead open.

When Karkos woke up, he was in a military hospital in Iceland. Doctors told him he would never see out of his right eye again. They wanted to remove the right eye. Karkos said, no, might as well leave it in, just for looks.

Karkos returned home to Lisbon Falls, Maine, a small mill town with a woolery. He worked in the mill's weave room for three years, not leaving until he paid off the mortgage on his father's house.

Karkos never regained sight in his right eye. It severely limited his peripheral vision. He'd bump into walls, never knowing what was coming 'round the corner. He had to be extra careful, because if anything happened to his good eye, he'd be completely blind.

But Don Karkos lived in a time when you farmed the acre you were handed and plowed forward. He married and raised a family. He started his own roofing and sheet-metal business. Karkos loved the pastoral majesty of horses and in 1978 bought his own 22-acre horse farm in Harris.

Just three years ago, doctors told him that even with all the modern medical advances, he would never see in his right eye. That scared this aging man. He already had cataracts removed from his left eye.

Karkos turned 82 yesterday. He's been at Monticello Raceway for 16 years. He's a paddock security guard, checking in the horses before races. He helps out in the barn.

Recently, he was preparing a horse named My Buddy Chimo for an early morning workout in paddock H. Karkos was adjusting the buxton around the horse's chest when My Buddy Chimo lowered his head quickly, came up and butted Karkos. Hit him flush in the head, straight above his right eye, his blind eye.

The old man was thrown against the wall and tried to gather himself. "I've been in a lot of fights,'' he thought, "but I've never been hit that hard." Last time he was hit with such might was on that Navy ship 64 years ago.

Karkos got home that night, still a little woozy. He walked down the hallway of his Monticello home, rubbing his good eye. Wait. What was happening?

"Holy ——!" said Karkos.

This story is for all the people who believe in possibility. People who have been through sickness and hurt and war. Tough things happen in life, and you're forced to see things in a certain way.

People like Don Karkos just go on with it. And occasionally, something else happens years later, when you least expect it. Some people call it a freak coincidence, some call it fate, others call it God. And life becomes so much wider you look at it differently.

Ask Don Karkos, who stood there in his hallway with his hand over his good eye. He could still see.

What the explosions of war had taken away, My Buddy Chimo had given back. Karkos can now see with both eyes.

He can see the wide horizon, the halo of the sunset, what's coming 'round the corner.

Which on this morning happens to be My Buddy Chimo.

"I love that horse," said Don Karkos. "Hey, right now, I'm loving it all."

A Vietnam KIA Remembered

Go to deuddersun says and read his post that will send you to this site.

"On June 30, 1969, 2nd Lt. Jack Hulme was killed in Vietnam, having never met his only child.
Thirty years later, Jack’s son, John, finally seeks out what happened to his Father and who he really was..."

The photo on this post is of the widow and the son in Vietnam.

Snowman Nose

We Wish You A Merry Christmas

Charity begins where interest ends,
Having little interest but in giving,
Removing self from self, that there be space
In which a much-loved guest might feel at home.
So might one find delight, though ravens rend
The unembroidered fabric of one's being:
Miracle of unrequited grace,
A wave of wonder welling up from stone,
Singing as it breaks of selfless grieving.
~Copyright by
Nicholas Gordon

Shopping At Sears

This email was in my mailbox tonight:

"Let's all show up at Sears.

I assume you have all seen the reports about how Sears is treating its reservist employees who are called up? By law, they are required to hold their jobs open and available, but nothing more. Usually, people take a big pay cut and lose benefits as a result of being called up...Sears is voluntarily paying the difference in salaries and maintaining all benefits, including medical insurance and bonus programs, for all called up reservist employees for up to two years. I submit that Sears is an exemplary corporate citizen and should be recognized for its contribution.

Suggest we all shop at Sears, and be sure to find a manager to tell them why we are there so the company gets the positive reinforcement it well deserves.

Pass it on.

So I, decided to check it out before I sent it forward. I sent the following email to the Sears Customer Service Department:

I received this email and I would like to know if it is true. If it is, the Internet may have just become one very good source of advertisement for your store. I know I would go out of my way to buy products from Sears instead of another store for a like item even if it was cheaper at the other store.
Here is their answer to my email....................


Dear Customer:

Thank you for contacting Sears.

The information is factual. We appreciate your positive feedback. Sears regards service to our country as one of greatest sacrifices our young men and women can make. We are happy to do our part to lessen the burden they bear at this time.

Bill Thorn
Sears Customer Care
webcenter@sears.com
1-800-349-4358"

This is verified by snopes.com.

The Honeymoon Is Over

That's it. Big sigh.

Last night sweet boyfriend made another loaf of bread, and our little ritual is to have some hot fresh bread when it comes out of the breadmaker. And I have a glass of milk with mine. But after inspecting the contents of the bread carton, I opted to save the milk to have with my cereal this morning, also making sure there would be enough for sweet boyfriend as well as for myself this morning.

Another big sigh.

Alas, sometime last night sweet boyfriend drank ALL the milk.

No cereal this morning.

Does that mean the honeymoon is over?

Big sigh.

Calorically Challenged

I've been thinking about this for a long time. My weight has bounced around like my floundering blond mentality. I haven't obsessed on the weight thing; it is just interesting to observe the changes and to try to connect the dots of the roots of the causes creating the changes. (See what I mean about the blond mentality).

There is an interesting article at nature.com

"Scientists have identified a key microbe in our guts that helps us glean more calories from food. The discovery backs the idea that the type of microbes in our gut help to determine how much weight we gain, and that seeding the intestine with particular bugs could help fight obesity."

What I found just as interesting were some of the comments:

"Obesity is a problem of global importance, indeed, yet famine continues to be a significant human condition as well. M. smithii could then perhaps have a therapeutic role for the calorically-challenged at both ends of the spectrum: lack, as well as excess."

[...]

"Very interesting research with implications not just in obesity, but also for efficiency of feed disgestion in farmed animals. It would have been good to include the results obtained with the same diet fed to mice with a normal gut microflora."

[...]

"Research like this holds great promise that we will someday better understand the complex ecology of our internal microflora and be able to apply that knowledge to aid the health of those from both ends of the weight control spectrum."

[...]

"When I read this article, the effect of M.smithii on obesity did not register very much on my mind. By far the more important function of this organism is to my mind, its ability to render the gut environment conducive to the growth of normal flora which, by occupying that environment inhibit the growth of pathogenic transient flora. By understanding the activity of this organism we bring forward the time when 'friendly' organisms rather than the more 'violent' antibiotics can be prescribed for the treatment of GIT infections."

On a lighter side:

Too many people confine their exercise to jumping to conclusions, running up bills, stretching the truth, bending over backward, lying down on the job, sidestepping responsibility and pushing their luck. Author unknown.

Important People

1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.

2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.

3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America.

4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.

5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winner for best actor and actress.

6. Name the last decade's worth of World Series winners.

AND THEN

1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school.

2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.

3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.

4. Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and special.

5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.

The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones that care.

Santa Claus Is Coming To Town

Ya Better Watch Out
Ya Better Not Cry
You Better Not Pout
I'm Tellin' Ya Why

Santa Claus is comin' to town!

He's keepin' a list....

Have you been good or bad?

Boy, I hope I've been really really good.

Night Lights

"While winter may be approaching, researchers using data from satellites and weather stations around the world have found the air temperature near the Earth's surface has warmed on average by 1 degree F (0.6 degree C) globally over the last century, and they cite human influence as at least a partial cause. NASA researchers James Hansen and Marc Imhoff analyzed records for 7,200 global weather stations and used satellite observations of night-lights to identify stations with minimal local human influence. U.S. Defense Meteorological Satellites measure the brightness of nighttime lights all over the Earth's surface as seen in the images above. The brightest areas in these satellite images clearly depict populated areas, which are the areas most likely to exhibit urban heat island effects.

Urban heat island effects are created when cities grow and asphalt roads and tar roofs and other features are substituted for areas where plants would otherwise grow. Because dark surfaces like pavements store heat during the day, which is released at night, they keep cities hotter for longer periods of time. The researchers used the night light brightness to classify the location of each weather station as urban, near-urban or rural. They found more warming generally occurred at urban stations, and used neighboring rural stations to adjust the long-term temperature trend at urban stations, thus obtaining a better measure of the true climate change."

Provided by:
NASA/GSFC

Swimming With The Sharks

It took a lot of nerve to post a comment the first time. I had been surfing the blogs for a year before I started my own blog and when I continued surfing the blogs I found some posts of interest and wanted to leave a comment. That's when I began to feel like I was swimming with the sharks.

Some of the seasoned bloggers can be intimidating to a new blogger. Especially the ones who blog on serious issues. Some of the blogs are famous. So I guess that makes the people writing the blogs famous too.

There are numerous bloggers who are excellent writers, know how the put words on paper and move people. Reach people. Finding those blogs is like finding a treasure. Since I love to read, I also love to find someone who is a good writer.

There is an elite group of blogs that are on a higher position than most. More power to them, they are good writers and use powerful words to voice their strong opinions and encourage comments. These blogs are visited by thousands every day and commentors debate back and forth, also with strong opinions.

As a new kid on the blog block, I innocently left some comments on some blogs that I liked finding and reading. Then and now I only leave a comment when I have something I want to say about a particular post. I do not wander around dropping comments to try to lead someone to my blog. My little blog is a fun project for me and I have no expectations, nor do I have a need for it to be anything more than what it is. My blog brings me joy and adventure. That is enough for me.

Swimming with the sharks is not dangerous, it is disappointing. When I visited some of the seasoned blogs and left comments it was a lesson to me to remain true to who I am and not to be in awe of people who have been blogging a long time.

The only quote in the template of my blog is not there by accident or a random pick. I believe that with all my heart and I live my life that way. May I never get so full of myself that I look down on another person.

Christmas Postage Stamps

Hahahahaha


Ho, Ho, Ho...


A blonde goes to the post office to buy stamps for her Christmas
cards.


She says to the clerk, "May I have 50 Christmas stamps?"


The clerk says, "What denomination?"


The blonde says, "God help us. Has it come to this?
Give me 6 Catholic, 12 Presbyterian, 10 Lutheran and 22 Baptists.

Honor And Integrity

"The shortest and surest way to live with honor in the world is to be in reality what we would appear to be; and if we observe, we shall find that all human virtues increase and strengthen themselves by the practice and experience of them."

~Socrates, Greek Philosopher

"To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man."

~William Shakespeare, Hamlet

"To be nobody-but-yourself — in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else — means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting."

~ e e cummings, poet, artist, playwright and novelist

From the Merriam-Webster dictionary:HONOR = A keen sense of ethical conduct: Integrity. (Wouldn't do as a matter of honor).
[...]

"One's word given as a matter of performance."

(On my honor, I will be there)."

From Wikipedia:

"INTEGRITY comprises the personal inner sense of "wholeness" deriving from honesty and consistent uprightness of character."

Noah at Find Motive had this to say:

"I’ve heard the terms “It’s just business” or “Business is Business” over and over again as I’m sure many of you have as well, but I am a firm believer that honor, integrity, and a clean conscious are worth more than any business deal. Going home at the end of the day and being able to sleep well and with a unburdened conscious is invaluable to me.

At the end of your days on this earth what will you be remembered by? I hope I’ll be remembered as a person with honor and integrity. A business man who valued people more than money and advancement. Be careful who you step on to get to the top, because you’ll meet those people again on your way down."

Paul Bauer at Dreams Alive critiques the movie "The Insider" thus:

"Last night, I saw a powerful new movie called The Insider. It's about a man who risked everything to tell the truth because he knew it was the right thing to do.
If you want a refreshing lesson on why being true to our nature is important, please see this movie!

How often are you faced with the option of speaking your Truth or backing down and "being a nice person"? When you see this movie, you'll think twice about the next time that you're in a situation that requires you to do the right thing. Not the popular thing - not the easy way out, but having integrity within yourself and honoring this value.

Integrity can mean many things, but at its root, Integrity means the quality of being complete or unbroken - wholeness"

Honor and integrity are synonymous. They are not dependent upon religion or theology. They are not virtues to strive to learn in your spare time. Listen to your gut feeling; call it moral conviction or intuition or whatever has meaning for you.

When you give your promise, is it important to you to keep it? When you speak, is it important to you to be speaking truth?

Musical Tee Shirt

Check out this tee shirt at Crazy About Gadgets.

Inexpensive and Unusual Holiday Gift

"My dear friends,
Somewhat embarrassing to admit,
my annual bonus has been depleted
and Christmas is tight this year.
I will be making bedroom slippers
for you all as gifts.
Please let me know your sizes.

You'll most likely agree that it's a splendid idea, and should you wish to do the same, I've included the instructions below:

How to make bedroom slippers out of maxi pads:

You need four maxi pads to make a pair.

Two of them get laid out flat, for the foot part.

The other two wrap around the toe area to form the top.

Tape or glue each side of the top pieces to the bottom of the foot part.

Decorate the tops with whatever you desire, silk flowers (this is most aesthetically appealing), etc.

These slippers are:
* Soft and Hygienic
* Non-slip grip strips on the soles
* Built in deodorant feature keeps feet smelling fresh
* No more bending over to mop up spills
* Disposable and biodegradable
* Environmentally safe
* Three convenient sizes: Regular, Light day, and Get out the
Sand Bags.

I've attached a photo of the first pair I made so that you can see the nifty slippers for yourself....

Awaiting your response. It's crucial that I get the right size for each one of you."

I found this at Go Forth &.....
Thanks Chana!

Adoption

My brother and sister-in-law are adopting a baby, and they sent me this:

Legacy of An Adopted Child

Once there were two women, who never knew each other
One you do not remember, the other you call mother.
Two different lives, shaped to make yours one.
One became your guiding star; the other became your sun.
The first gave you life, and the second taught you to live in it.
One gave you a nationality; the other gave you a name.
One gave you the seed of talent; the other gave you an aim.
One gave you emotions; the other calmed your fears
One saw your first sweet smile; the other dried your tears.
One gave you up; it was all that she could do.
The other prayed for a child, and God led her straight to you.
And now you ask me, through your tears,
The age old questions, through the years;
Heredity or environment - Which are you the product of?
Neither, my darling, neither. Just two different kinds of love.

Author Unknown

I've Been Tagged!

This is the first time I've been tagged.

Tish at Serenity Quest
tagged me, so here are
5 things you probably
don't know about me:





1. I used to have my own business until two months ago.
2. I am 1/16 American Indian.
3. I have lived in over 150 places so far in my lifetime.
4. I make all my own greeting cards.
5. I was born two months early during a blizzard but was
not sick as a child,nor did I get any childhood diseases.

It isn't easy to reveal things that are unknown and still maintain anonymity. It is fun though.

So I'm passing it on to some of my favorite bloggers:

Carina, Photography, Causalien,
and happy and blue 2.
Tag, you're it!

This About Says It ALL

Friendship

"Friendship is love without his wings"
~ Lord Byron

Some people came into my life for a short time. Hopefully, I was wise enough to learn something from each one. More importantly, I hope I brought something into their lives to learn or cherish.

Some people have made the effort to remain in contact with me as I traveled to various destinations and explored my options in my adventurous life. Two friends have been accepting of me and caring about me since 8th grade!

It's been a long time since 8th grade; mistakes made, lessons learned. I am blessed.

Screen Cleaner

Is Age A State Of Mind

Thanks to Matt at Empathy:

"Forever Young.

Feeling Old today? Well, don't!

Life is too short and too precious to feel old and tired, make today the beginning of the rest of your young life.

Here are 8 Ways to Stay Young and Healthy

Age? What's That? - Don't concentrate on numbers. (your age) if you use your numbers as a measuring tool for what you can or cannot do, you will start feeling old, possibly at 30! So forget your numbers!

Surround yourself with positive friends - Having "friends" who always seem grouchy or always getting you down and not being very supportive....can be a drag!

Learn, Learn, Learn - Keep learning about different things and adjust your interests throughout your life, keep your mind in a constant state of wanting to explore and learn about something new.

The Little Things - Take pleasure in a flower, or watching your children or grandchildren play, listen to their laughter and absorb that feeling. It really is a good feeling!

Laugh! - Laugh at yourself, at your mistakes, at your accomplishments, just laugh and don't take yourself too seriously.

Surround yourself with Love - Whatever you love, music, plants, animals, cars, surround yourself with them.

Share your Love - Tell the people you love, how much you love them everyday or whenever you see them and give them a hug or a kiss.

Volunteer your time - I say this a lot and I know from personal experience and from many many people telling me that it's true... When you give of yourself you feel really really good, sharing what you know with other people, taking the time to give a darn about someone else is just simply awesome!"

These are all good ideas. I hope Matt doesn't mind I used a different graphic!

For those of us who have had more birthdays than the younguns, we have our ways of staying young and keeping young at heart. We do not keep bringing up the number of years we have reached, as suggested in number one on the list. Not that the number would be depressing, just wasting the time acknowledging it would be a drag. I was depressed for a week around my 30th birthday, and that was the last time I paid any attention to my age!

I agree with the concept keep learning, keep challenging the mind, stay alert. I know people much older than I am who work crossword puzzles every day, puzzles that are much too difficult for me to master! I read every minute I'm not doing something else, so I am reading every day for a few hours, and I have a book with me at all times. Other than when I am driving, if I have a couple minutes to wait somewhere, I cannot get impatient or bored because I have a book to open and enjoy. Presently, I am learning new things on my job and striving to improve my situation at work.

Laughter is like medicine. Healing. Therapeutic. Rehabilitating.
Besides love, there are three things I cannot do without: Music, reading, and laughter. Reading and music are food for my soul and laughter brings my entire being into alignment and ensures there is still fun in my life.

A Blonde Story

From Winged Emotion:

"A Blonde’s Year in Review

January - Took new scarf back to store because it was too tight.

February - Fired from pharmacy job for failing to print labels…..Helllloooo!!!…..bottles won’t fit in printer !!!

March - Got really excited…..finished jigsaw puzzle in 6 months…..box said “2-4 years!”

April - Trapped on escalator for hours ….. power went out!!!

May - Tried to make Kool-Aid…..wrong instructions…. 8 cups of water won’t fit into those little packets!

June - Tried to go water skiing…..couldn’t find a lake with a slope.

July - Lost breast stroke swimming competition….. learned later,the other swimmers cheated, they used their arms!

August - Got locked out of my car in rain Storm….. car swamped because soft-top was open.

September - The capital of California is “C”…..isn’t it???

October - Hate M & M’s…..they are so hard to peel.

November - Baked turkey for 4 1/2 days … instructions said 1 hour per pound and I weigh 108!

December - Couldn’t call 911 ….. “duh”….. there’s no “eleven” button on the stupid phone!!!"

What a year!!

Happy Thanksgiving

Whether you are with family or friends, enjoy the Thanksgiving Day to the max!

My sweet boyfriend, JamesRaven, and I hope you will be saturated with peace, gorged with serenity, satiated with sentiment, and stuffed to the gills with affection. This gluttonous adventure has nothing to do with food and everything to do with attitude. Have an excellent day, wherever it takes you and whatever you do.

Meals On Wheels Story

From Better Homes And Gardens, November 2006, Then & Now Section: "A Movable Feast" by Mike Butler:

"I've always had kind of a strange relationship with Thanksgiving. It might be rooted in childhood, which in most respects was a happy one. But Dad, a chef and restaurateur, didn't care much for turkey beyond its ability to make stock. He yielded grudgingly to the tradition of turkey on Thanksgiving, only because it gave him an excuse to conjure up his magical bread dressing laced with sage.

During my married years, which in most respects were happy ones, too, Thanksgiving tradition required us to go over the river and through the woods to my mother-in-law's house. There, the men drank red wine and sat in front of the TV all afternoon while the women sipped white wine in the kitchen and prepared dinner. They always seemed to be having a better time, but the men weren't allowed in the kitchen until it was time to wash dishes.

A few years ago, hearing that regular volunteers clearly wanted to take off Thanksgiving Day, I signed up to deliver Meals on Wheels. My route is different every year. I always seem to get a couple of people who take their turkey dinners (donated by a grocery deli) and shut the door with hardly a thank-you. Sometimes I get mysterious notes saying to leave the meals on the porch. There's always a genuine character though.

One, Betty, a widow, insisted that I come in and chat and watch football for a while. She chain-smoked but her energy level gave me no doubt that I couldn't keep up with her on a brisk walk around the neighborhood. There was Ed, who with great sacrifice to his hip joints, lured me to his basement den and regaled me for a few hours with delightful stories of his railroading years.

My latest Thanksgiving Day ritual has me returning to the grocery store after my route is finished to buy my own deli dinner: turkey, dressing with not enough sage in it, mashed potatoes, and canned green beans with canned cream of mushroom soup and canned french-fried onions mixed in. I love it.

The turkey and glass of wine will make me drowsy, and I'll drift into sleep with a feeling of gratitude---for giving a little and receiving a lot."

This article is touching, thoughtful, and tender; the three T's. I enjoyed reading it; I hope you do too.

Patriotic

From Wikipedia:

"Personal patriotism is emotional and voluntary. The patriot adheres to certain patriotic values, such as respect for the flag."

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"Patriotism implies a value preference for a specific civic or political community."

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"Continuity of the connections between leaders, between leaders and followers, and among followers is vital to the strength of a community. Members individually hold the collective personality of the whole. With sustained connections and continued conversations, participants in communities develop emotional bonds, intellectual pathways, enhanced linguistic abilities, and even a higher capacity for critical thinking and problem-solving."

Respect for freedom. Respect for true community.

Renewed respect for the voting process.

Dinner Table Conversation

When I was growing up, the family ate evening meals together.

I always thought it was just because it was easier to have everyone sit down at one time and eat and get it over with and get on with the rest of the evening. For me, that meant going back outside to play baseball with the boys since there weren't any girls living nearby out in the country.

I am an observer of my kids and grandkids now, and they live a very different lifestyle. The grandkids are chauffeured to so many sports activities, music lessons, dance lessons, there isn't time for the family to be together. What the heck is that???????

Some enterprising people are providing help by encouraging conversation. I found two similar products, there are probably many more. A box of cards is placed at the dinner table and as a family member picks a card, it asks a question or in some helps start a discussion, thus encouraging interaction among the family members.

The first graphic in this post is from tabletopics.com, this particular photo is of the Family Edition:

"TableTopics Family Edition was created to encourage family connection around the dinner table. From silly to thought-provoking, the questions delve into family history and opinions to achieve a mix that's fun for everyone. At the dinner table, bedtime, or in the car, kids love to talk about what they think. And if you talk with your kids now, chances are they'll talk with you later. TableTopics Family will help get the conversation going."

The second graphic is from Food For Talk:

"Food for Talk is a recipe box filled with 200 cards designed to initiate and stimulate the dinner hour, helping parents and children connect on a deeper level by sharing feelings, values and experiences.

Each night, someone in the family picks one card and reads it aloud. Give everyone ample time to think and then go around the table one-by-one, letting the children answer first (helps them not just mimic mom and dad’s response). Set some important boundaries and manners, such as listen politely and no interruptions, criticisms or distractions. Parents and children will start learning about each other’s thoughts, feelings and values, resulting in a deeper sense of trust, respect and mutual friendship."

Can you believe, I am actually going to purchase one of each for my kids and their families for a Christmas gift!! Maybe it will even come in handy for their Thanksgiving dinner next year and a few Sunday dinners between now and then.