The End Of Five Good Years

For a few months I have been thinking about ending this blog.

The time has come for me to move on.

This is the last post.

I have learned so much during the five years of writing this blog.

It is possible I will start a brand new blog with my real name some day. If you would like to know about that, email me at cceagle111 at gmail dot com.

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Thanks to everyone for the kindness and encouragement over the past five years.

Honoring All Veterans

The flag hanging on our house is the flag my mother-in-law was given at my father-in-law's funeral. I didn't know them and had not met their son yet, but I am close to my brother-in-law and sister-in-law and enjoy hearing their family stories and seeing their family pictures. My father-in-law was in the Coast Guard.

It seems weird to wish people Happy Veterans Day when in fact the day is a remembrance of so many men and women who died in the line of duty to their country. Veterans Day is meant to honor and thank all who served in the United States Armed Forces.

I would have loved to meet and have time with my husband's name sake. I join my husband and his brother and sister in remembering their dad today and honoring all who have served their country.

Can I Have Your Autograph?

James occasionally tells me stories of when he played in bands. This is one.

After working a steady gig for two years, the band was finding work at various venues. They were invited to play one afternoon center court at a large mall.

They arrived early to set up their equipment on the small stage. The four band members were used to working together and the setting up was proceeding according to schedule. The mall manager hurriedly approached them, asking them to not make so much noise. They didn't think they were being noisy, but they finished their task and began playing their music. The mall manager scurried over to them again, asking them to turn the volume down, it was echoing down the concrete halls in the mall.

Attempting to keep the volume down and still play the jazz, pop, funk that they considered their signature music, there didn't seem to be many mall visitors. They were used to playing to an audience.

Lo and behold, a group of Girl Scouts decided they liked the music, so they sat in a semicircle in front of the stage, moving to the music and giggling as little girls do. One girl jumped onstage to ask the saxophone/flute player, Mike, for his autograph. At the end of the gig, the rest of the girl scouts lined up for autographs too.

After disassembling the equipment, the band was on the way through the mall toward the parking lot. As they turned a corner they saw a pile of papers on the floor, each one scrunched up. There were all the autographs. Mike wasn't famous. Just a good sax player.

Working Toward True Good Health

This Doctor


Wrote This Book.

That is what started a healthier life for me.

Bread was part of just about every meal. Toast or bagels with breakfast. Or cereal and milk. Sandwiches and chips for lunch. A main dish and bread or rolls and butter with dinner. Even had bread with spaghetti. Or if I thought a salad would be good, it was accompanied by bread. I actually believed that making a hot wheat or rice cereal was a healthier choice than eggs and bacon.

And all that time I thought I was doing something healthy. After all, it was healthy grains. Whole Wheat. Rye. Whole wheat and flax. Low sodium and again, thinking it was healthy.

I wasn't really concerned about putting on weight as I got older; it just happens, even when I was not eating differently. It was something to put on the back burner but not do anything about. At least I was doing well emotionally and had learned so much about myself the past few years. Much healing had already begun within myself and in my relationships.

Since going wheat free, changes are glaring. I no longer even think about bread. Believe me, if I missed it I would make wheat free bread to fill the void. But I don't miss bread or crackers or cookies. I do not feel deprived in any way. I am eating as much as I feel like eating. It just so happens that the quantity is less than I was eating before. The amount I am eating now is the correct amount for my particular body. A custom healthy diet without stress. Thank you, Dr. Davis.

Speaking of stress, these days I am calmer and have more interest in doing things instead of just barely getting by doing what I absolutely have to do. I can accomplish more and still able to do even more. My senses are jiving and swaying to the new dance without wheat. Aromas are exquisite and tastes are enjoyable beyond belief.

Before wheat free, you would have thought I owned stock in the company making TUMS I was chewing so many of them. A large bottle a week. No longer need an antacid.

Isn't it annoying when someone gets saved, or is new in their addiction recovery, or first falls in love and they are so happy they want to share it with everyone they can? I feel like I am on the preacher podium these days. I am feeling good, and I wish everyone else could feel like this. Because this is working for me and many other people, I am sharing the info here.

Sounds too good to be true, doesn't it? It is not. It is how we were meant to eat and feel.

Sundays In My City

It is fun to find some rust or weathered walls to photograph.




Friday I slipped on icy place in back yard and tweaked my back. Hope to be better in another day or two. My husband, James, has one more song ready. I added to my sidebar for all to hear. This is a nice, relaxing tune.
Be sure to visit Unknown Mami to see more Sundays In My City posts.


Enjoy your Sunday.

Blog For Peace Day

Nov 4, 2011

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Thanksgiving Comes First

Have you heard about the annual blog club regarding Thanksgiving?

Suldog started something a few years ago. See his recent post here.

Did you already read it? What do you think ?

I have to tell you that I agree with his gripe about the retailers pushing Christmas earlier and earlier each year.

I am not a retailer, and if I had to feed my family (wheat free, of course) and pay mortgage and tuitions and buy shoes for all the rug rats, I would want people buying Christmas presents up the ying yang. But I would not begin before Thanksgiving.

There is enough rush, and push, and stress, and angst to go around. Lets give enough of it to each separate holiday in the order in which we celebrate them.

Like right now: Halloween. I personally do not like Halloween. But will there be a bowl of sugar, er candy, to pass out to the little sweeties who knock on the door on Halloween night. You betcha. Halloween decorations on the front porch. That is enough celebration for that holiday.

Veterans Day in our little town gets a lot of hype. Good hype. There is a pretty nice parade at 2:00 that begins in front of the veterans memorial on Main Street. I put up some pictures of the veterans memorial on one of my Sunday In My City posts here in case you missed that one. The memorial is pretty nice in this town and veterans are treated to occasional free dinners and other recognition. Just some of the perks of living in a small town of under 1100 people.

Thanksgiving is almost two weeks after Veterans Day. Christmas isn't for another month after Thanksgiving. Mr/Ms Retail Shopkeeper, if that month does not give you enough time to decorate your cute little trees and mark items up for the "sales", you suck. I am an old lady and I could do it in a day with one hand tied behind my back. So cut us some slack.

For lots and lots of Americans, Thanksgiving is a holiday we look forward to all year long. Yes, I love Christmas. But Thanksgiving is special. The memories of being a kid out in the country and killing our own turkey (not me personally, mind you, but I did get the turkey feathers to make an Indian headdress). Families got together even though they didn't even like each other. And we ate all day. And played games. And napped. Then ate some more. Of course my childhood was before the guys started watching football instead of participating with the rest of the family, and only stopped watching football long enough to eat the big turkey meal and say "great, this is so good" and hike back to the TV room. But hey, that is still tradition. Still sacred.

So I am joining the hundreds, er twenty or so, bloggers who are showing solidarity and yelling out our windows about the commercialism of Christmas and pushing Christmas to the public before even Halloween: I am mad as hell, and I am not going to take it anymore. (So maybe I did borrow that line from the movie "Network"). Works for me.