Respice, Prospice

Little Things ....

2012-02-13T05:03:00.000-07:00

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Happy "day before"!

Have to admit, I'm sometimes suspicious of the (unspoken) obligation that comes with certain holidays. And, I suspect DH and I are both at our wits ends what to DO, to mark Valentine's Day.

He knows better than to bring chocolates or roses; "bling" and I don't speak the same language.
Now a foot rub? ...or popcorn for supper? Color me, Happy!

Not sure why it seems appropriate to the occasion -- but I chortled out-loud when this line appeared in a recent e-mail:

Home is where everybody goes when they get tired of being nice to people.

Oops.
"When was the last time I bothered to freshen my face before heading home?"  or, .... "Why didn't I pause to empty my mind's 'trash can' at the workplace back door?"

Now, it's a blessing to realize DH actually listens to me. He accepts, "just as I am."
But! Looking back, it doesn't seem so long ago that Insecurity Monster (whose grown old along with me), wouldn't dare allow me show my true colors ... or gosh-forbid, an un-made face!

There's gotta be a middle ground!
And I recall, it's those Little Things that mean the most.

A friend once related a story of waking one morning to discover her toothbrush laid out ~ with paste already applied!
I'm not sure why that tale has stuck in my mind, but it goes to show how thinking outside the box ... smiling at a stranger ... or volunteering a compliment might brighten someone's day.

And doesn't it feel so good?

Before closing, I'd like to share a favorite, personal Valentines experience:

A loooooong time ago (in another life, it seems), I'd been growing impatient with the status quo of a relationship that seemed to be going nowhere.   A phone call mid-day, simply stated I had a surprise waiting.

Come 5:00, I rushed home and up the stairs to my tiny apartment.  Threw open the front door ... nothing.   Senses on high alert, I peeked in the bathroom. Nothing. Hugging the wall, I spun into the bedroom. Nothing.

Literally!   Where my furniture once stood, there was a hand-written note: "If you want to sleep in your own bed tonight, you'd better get over here."   We were married a few weeks later.

Have you a favorite or a funny Valentine's memory?   I'd love to hear!

...Meanwhile, thank you for being my Valentine's blessings, every day of the year!

Something Different

2012-02-05T10:37:00.000-07:00

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... with apologies to those who do so well, I'm compelled to attempt a book review!

Publisher's Summary

After 13-year-old Charlie Hall’s mother dies and his father retreats into the silence of grief, Charlie finds himself drifting lost and alone through the brutal halls of junior high school.

But Charlie Hall is not entirely friendless. In the woods behind his house, Charlie is saved from a mountain lion by a grizzly bear, thought to be extinct in northern Idaho.

And this very unusual bear will change Charlie’s life forever.

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I wholeheartedly agree with one reviewer's words: ".... a page-turning, insightful look at how faith, trust and unconditional love can heal a broken family and bridge the gaps that divide us."

Personally?   Were I not a fan of W. Bruce Cameron's previous book, I might not have given Emory's Gift any consideration.

Unfortunate, perhaps. Yet, when selecting a book (i.e., friend) I'm nervous to venture outside my comfort zone.

Adolescent social misfit? Ya.   But I've never been a lonely 13-year-old boy ... nor inclined to the fastastical.   How could I possibly relate?

Well, it's been a long time since a work of fiction has touched my heart in this manner. After the final page, my mind just wouldn't let go.... like trying to come fully awake from a night filled with vivid, bittersweet dreams.

The narrator allows that folks sometimes ask, "Did it really happen?"
... and I'm reminded of J.M. Barrie's sweet line from Peter Pan, "If you believe, clap your hands!"

Yes. I'm clapping!

(P.S. - If you've read this wonderful book, I'd love to hear your impressions!)

Happy .... whaaaat day?

2012-02-01T21:34:00.000-07:00

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Our office atmosphere had been Library Quiet-ish this morning ... when, I heard a muffled expletive from "Lady" Diana's quarters next door.

"Aaargh!!!!"
Hmmm ...I'm guessing the ~~Nazi's~~ I.T. department has struck again.

Ironic.   Today -- February 1 -- has been dubbed, "Change Your Password Day" .... another holiday proposed some random techie.

Have your heard?   A recent "man-on-the-street" poll in London revealed that 1 out of every 4 persons gave up their personal passwords to a complete stranger in exchange for a chocolate bar!

Now, I'm all for perpetuating on-line security. No big deal to nidge a vowel here n' there.  Right?

Except, our personal passwords ... at last count, I've 11 of 'em just to perform my job duties each week ... cannot be replicated and, in several cases, must changed every 45 days.

These crazy combination of letters, numbers and characters defies logic ... particularly since I signed a document a while back promising I wouldn't verbally divulge nor commit a password to printed form.

Not sure how others get around this mandate, but I've discovered an archaic practice (aka, Gregg shorthand) works admirably, especially when combined with (equally archaic) editing shortcuts from h.s. journalism!

(Olden folks rule -- hee-hee!)

Just curious... did you celebrate CYP Day?    Suppose I'm being overly ambivalent?

2012-01-28T09:13:00.000-07:00

Hi there!

I've several moments (and whacky thoughts), each competing for a share ...
then spotted a gem in this morning's mail ..... and thought you might enjoy it as well.

Here's just an excerpt from Steve Goodier's "newsletter of life, love and laughter" .....

"I know that I may accomplish a great deal every day. I may do the right things, but am I doing the best things? To borrow language from author Stephen Covey, do I put first things first?

I can relate to the man who believes he spends too much of his time in meetings. "I have this recurring nightmare," he says. "My wife and children are gathered at the cemetery for my funeral. After the service, the funeral director approaches my weeping family and hands them a box containing all my earthly possessions. In the box are 35 years of my annual calendars and diaries. I read over their shoulders as they scan the appointment notes that kept me busy for
so many years. It occurs to me how seldom anything of significance was ever accomplished at those gatherings. I turn to look at my tombstone. The epitaph reads, "Daddy has gone to another meeting."

That man could be me. I need to regularly ask myself, "In my most significant relationships, in my work and in my free time, in all areas of my life, am I doing what is truly important? Important to me? I do the mundane. I do the urgent and the pressing. But do I spend enough time with what is actually significant?

I once made this demonstration to an audience. I filled a large, clear jar with coffee beans almost to the top. The beans, I said, represent all of the activities we accomplish in a day. Then I produced two golf balls. "These," I said, "represent a couple of the truly important things in our lives." I asked them to think of the golf balls as time spent with a significant person, such as a family
member, or doing something special for somebody else, or developing
their spiritual life or just beginning that project they keep putting off. I placed the balls on top of the beans then tried to screw on the lid. I couldn't do it. There were too many beans in the jar.

"Does this remind you of a typical day?" I asked. "We're so busy doing the usual we can't seem to squeeze in anything else."

I emptied the jar and started over. "But what if we put first things first? What if we start each day doing something special, something we truly WANT to do? I placed the golf balls into the jar first.

Then I poured in the coffee beans - all of them. They fell neatly around the balls and filled the jar to the top. When I screwed on the lid it fit perfectly.

And that's the secret to building the kind of life you want. I've discovered that if I can begin every day with one or two things that are important to me, the other stuff still fits into place just fine.

I don't want to just do all of the RIGHT things and never get around to the BEST things. And I certainly don't want my life summed up in the sentence, "Daddy has gone to another meeting." So I handle the golf balls first. And in comparison, everything else is just beans."

-- Steve Goodier

Contrasts

2012-01-22T10:59:00.001-07:00

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How are you, today, my friends?

It's a beautiful, crispy day here in the desert!
Winter (as we know it in Phoenix) has been kind.   Tho' I wax poetic for icy tundras -- something out of a scene in Dr. Zhivago, perhaps -- my conscience reminds, "You're soft."

You see, the other morning as I approached the office several golfers were unloading their "stuff" ... calling greetings to one another.   "Dang, but it's COLD out here!"  (Unnoticed, I nod in agreement.)   His buddy retorted, "You're such a whuss!"

Guilty!   Bundled and swaddled in layers, I step faster, anticipating (another) steamy mug of coffee.   Yet, come mid-afternoon, I glimpse tourists clad in shorts and tank tops ... some, headed to the pool!    The "momma" in me wonders, "Are they out of their ever-lovin' minds?"

Another thing: why is it, that food seems to taste soooo much better in the winter?   The aroma of hearty breakfast-fixings likes to make my toes curl. :)

So yesterday, I baked to my little heart's content (whoa, someone call the Movietone News) -- then huddled 'neath an afghan with a book and a glass of red.  Heaven. All's that's missing is my fantasy fireplace.   Oh, and the sight of icicles outside the window. (Sigh.)

It's true, each day comes bearing its own unique gifts.
Wishing you all the sort of coming days which make your toes curl!

Happy New Year!

2012-01-15T15:36:00.000-07:00

Darn, but I've grown rusty!
It's high time to get back to the business of daily living, minus the tinsel and toy horns.

Our holidays sped by without any major hiccups ... but there's this annoying little "Director" who lingers in my ear demanding, "Take 2!" (Isn't it a pity, Life doesn't come with a "rewind" button?)

Years ago, the organization where I worked would conduct a "post-mortem" following any major event ... its purpose, I suppose, to ferret out those "should-ve's and could-ve's" while they were fresh in our minds.

While it's important to learn from the "uh-oh's", I'm determined not to waste time in missed opportunities ... and instead, remember the laughter.

Won't you humor me a few visual recollections?

It's been 20+ years, but I was finally able to hug my "little boy" in person on his 42nd birthday!

Through that Miracle-called-Facebook, DH was able to reconnect and spend a fun afternoon with a fellow member of his high school's Class of '58 ... who'd improbably relocated from Chicago to the backwoods (literally!) of Alabama ... not an hour's drive from my son's house!

What a hoot, when "B" confessed to having had a big crush on DH all those years ago! (Isn't she cute!?)

So sad! This year, #1 grand wanted FLOOR MATS for "Tina", her prized truck. (Shhh! Can you say, "boring"?)

Lucky, Chloe still suffers from Bieber fever.
Hey, I don't get it, but a book store's lots more fun than the automotive aisle!

Finally .... what was, perhaps, my FAVORITE gift!
Out-of-the-blue, our GSM appeared a few days before Christmas bearing beautifully-decorated gifts for the staff. Before I could stammer apologies for not having anything to gift in return ... there came laughter. Then, these curious "whups, whizzing" sounds close by my head.

My Accounting Mgr. calls it, "anger management."

Must confess, I considered mounting an ambush on our armored car courier, before learning he's a former Marine who still carries a REAL firearm.

Striking a Charlies Angels pose. (Ya, I'm the "confused angel.")

I think that's it! But, please pardon me one more "Happy New Year"?

After all, any moment CAN be the beginning of a sweet something-or-another, if I'll just sit back and keep my doggone fingers out-a the pie!

Talk soon!

To box ... or Shadowbox?

2011-11-16T11:38:00.000-07:00

Like so many of their generation, my folks were Savers.

Only recently, have I allowed myself to revisit their carefully preserved mementos: Hope-chest treasures 'n trinkets... prayers and prose -- some dating back to the early 1800’s. I’d barely paid them any mind.

Still, most are chronicled, for surely momma sensed there’d be a time her daughter would come looking.

Maternal grandparents' marriage certificate.
Their wedding picture, below.

Grandma's curling iron ... she used to heat on the stovetop!

My mother's dress and sweet shoe.

So, I had the notion to create shadowboxes for my son and his family.

Did I just say, "had"?

Not being blessed with a single “crafty” gene in my body, I wasn’t deterred. It’s just …. the sheer ENORMITY of material that’s scary.

What to showcase; what to put back? Paralyzed by indecision .... then came an epiphany:

Most likely, I'm trying to project ....not stopping to think if this would be a welcomed gift, particularly for girls still in their teens.

So, in spite of the holidays "to-do" lists, I'm crafting a memento for Me, Myself and I!

If you’ve any hands-on experience …. or words of wisdom, I’d love to hear!

2011-11-12T18:49:00.001-07:00

Have you ever been driving down an ordinary road, minding your own business .... and some long-forgotten lyric just pops into your head?

So somewhere in my youth or childhood

I must have done something good

Today? Wait a sec while I look for my "happy" crayon.

Many of you may already know Sherry. (If'n you don't, better hustle over to Country Wings!)

We'd had occassion to meet, oh a LONG time ago, but never made time 'til today for a good old-fashioned, "gab n' grub." And what fun it was!

Haven't we all been in a position (sometimes more than we'd like) of having to put on masks just to get by .... get through? Well, there was no room for that sort of nonsense ...or posturing. To borrow a line, I felt "touched by an angel."

Would you just look at this precious notebook she created for me? I was like, totally blown away!!!

I'm crazy for "olden" stuff, particularly vintage keys.   Doesn't this sweet face just beg for a caption?
What means the most, of course, is realizing it was crafted with such caring!

So yeah. There are no accidental encounters. Somewhere in my youth (or childhood), I must've done something good.

(Thanking Sherry for the photo credits while my camera's still on the disabled list!

And thanking whoever invented CHEESECAKE.   Heaven!!!)

Tricked ...

2011-10-30T19:51:00.000-07:00

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Tonight I'm remembering a tumultuous evening years past ....
when mother discovered the wadded-up, empty "candy" wrappers my best pal and I'd forgotten to destroy:

Most details escape me. Most, that is, except mother's face as she hung up the telephone; her words: "Doctor said to start you drinking raw eggs. Right now." Aaaaargh!!!!

Fast-forward another decade, when I accidentally-on-purpose OD'd on Cherry Milkshakes. (45 years later that word, "cherry", still makes me shudder!)

So, why is my crazy consciousness going there?

It's a lovely evening in the desert. I'm wearing my comfy "glad-rags" ... there's a pretty wine glass beside me. UNFORTUNATELY, the glass contains

Cherry-flavored, no less.

Yup.

Until a few months ago, I was known as the gal with a cast-iron stomach. Then ... finally, I scared myself silly while checking symptoms online. (Ya, I'm dumb that way.)

Amazed. I'm totally puzzled how intelligent men (and women) ... who put other men on the moon, can't develop something less VILE than TryLyte.

While I'm not so worried about tomorrow (right now, that is) .... I'd certainly appreciate your prayers and/or good wishes.

Happpppppppppppy Halloween!

(ca. 1953)

I was supposed to be "Little Red Riding Hood" --

Almost makes you feel sad for the big-bad wolf!

The Interview

2011-10-25T19:15:00.000-07:00

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Having concluded a grueling month-long project, I’m trying to just relax and recapture a few ordinary experiences I wanted to share.
Off the top of my head ….

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Surprised – I was somewhat reluctant when asked to join a few members of management last month ~ conducting panel interviews for an Accounting Supervisor.
All these years later, that word “interview” still creeps me out!

Reviewing a list of politically-correct questions, I had to smile .... remembering my own early interview experiences: “Do you attend church? Which one?”
(How far we’ve come, eh?)

I’m almost embarrassed to share one question I was assigned to ask:
“In your own words, how do you define the word ‘integrity’?”
I felt like Bert Parks in drag.

The first finalist – a lady about my own age – presented nicely, albeit nervously.

I’d taken an immediate liking to “J.” Her answers were obviously unrehearsed; at times she stumbled. Her need to be liked was almost palatable.

She reminded me of me.

The others disagreed: “We’ve no time to nurture. ‘D’ would chew her up and spit her out in a few weeks time.”

Hmmph!
"Mevely-the-nice judge" was fully prepared to dislike Finalist #2.

Instead, “S” was engaging – and soon engaged everyone at the table. Polished and charismatic, his answers were spot-on. No question who’d be asked to join the team.

So, weeks after the fact, everyone's learning to play nicely with one another. And the "nice judge" is trying to shake comparing "S" with those kids in high school to whom popularity and perfectionism came so effortlessly.

Oh yeah, I've gotta give "Mr. Annoying" the benefit of the doubt... stop fantasizing about purchasing a saddle for his high horse.

But every now and then, I catch myself wondering if “J” found her own happy landing spot.

Mostly, I give thanks for not ever having to endure a panel interview!

I don’t know …. do you think panel interviews are effective?

Anticipation!

2011-10-22T09:55:00.000-07:00

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Anticipation. What an amazing thing that does to our bodies and mind!

Despite the calendar, I wasn’t so sure Fall would ever arrive. Then, a few weeks back …worn down by a long, sad stretch of hot weather, we were granted a reprieve. (Never mind that we bounced right back to 100 degrees a few days later…… I’m a believer!)

Being a confirmed “seasonal” eater, I marked by occasion by purchasing 2011’s first container of THIS.
A simple pleasure, yes … years later, I’m still paying homage to International Café’s heartwarming commercials.

Like so many others, I’m crazy for all-things Autumn -- the colors, the aromas -- even the GEE-normous mums we used to wear at football games.
(Do they even exist, anymore?)

While it’s not possible to wiggle my nose and transport to New England …. I’m going out this afternoon to purchase a big-ole pot of yellow mums and drop the a/c a few degrees. (shhhh!)

Magic moments, red-letter days. Here are a few of mine:
Pumpkin spice latte …. thick, beef-and fat-carrot stew ….. stop-top simmered Dr. Pepper w/ lemon …. even preparing DH’s favorite super-cheddar meatloaf.

Have you any seasonal, red-letter rituals?

PS: Mr. Weatherman has promised us 80-degree highs before too long. Yes, it’s all about perspective – but won’t you pardon me a “Woot!!!” Here in the Valley of the Sun, it’s practically time to roll out the cozy hoodie and just ……breathe!

The Anniversary Gift

2011-09-21T20:31:00.000-07:00

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At first he was amused. These days, when I pause to gaze lovingly at some kitchen gizmo, DH’s likely to sigh.

A paradox, really. I’m besotted by anything “culinary” … but ~~can’t~~ don’t cook!
“And why do you want that?”

“I don’t know .. it looks neat.”

…. and so it goes – each of us knowing I’m not inclined to suddenly become pals with the stovetop.

You see, lots of years ago I toured a spec “waterfall” house, featuring this whiz-bang, all-black kitchen. (A peculiarity in those days of harvest gold and avocado appliances!) Love at first sight!

So, I’ve finally my very own black-clad room.
Admittedly, it’s a sturdy, no-frills kind – which matters little to the Chef-in-Charge. DH delights in cooking in practically any environment! (And I delight in eating – how cool is that?!)

Still. Like an otherwise harmless splinter, I’ve considered our utilitarian faucet “annoying.” Since it’s perfectly OK, we resisted spending the $$$ to upgrade. “If it ain’t broke ….”

Imagine my delight when we recently discovered a PUDDLE under the sink. A handyman-by-trade, DH soon declared the entire mechanism D.O.A.

“Right over there …that’s it!”
Not 30 seconds in front of Lowes' display, my mind’s made up.

No, it’s not long and cylindrical ..... but neither am I.

Impromptu and born of necessity, yes. But I LOVE my “happy anniversary” faucet!

A Pilot Reflects

2011-09-12T19:18:00.000-07:00

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I don't know about you, but it doesn't seem possible 10 years have passed so quickly!
A "good" part of my weekend was spent in quiet reflection -- uplifted, too, by those of you who shared your recollections and prayers .... far more poignantly than I might.

One of my hubby's friends forwarded this e-mail yesterday, written by a former Delta commercial pilot.   I thought his recollections were very interesting, and wanted to share a portion of the story.

My experience on 9/11.

We were just ready to close the door for our Delta 767 flight from CVG to MCO when the gate agent came on board and asked if we had heard anything about a small plane hitting the World Trade Center, we had not, so she said goodbye and closed the door.

Shortly thereafter we were airborne climbing out on a beautifully clear crisp fall morning heading to Florida with not a cloud in the sky or a care in the world. I heard a bizjet ask for a reroute since he could not get to New York and I thought that was strange. Then another bizjet said "well I guess we won't be going there either" and asked for a clearance to an alternate.

At that point I asked center what was going on. There was a pause and then the controller came back in a very excited voice and said "they have hit both of the Trade Center Towers, they have hit the Pentagon, they have hit the Capitol and the White House"

...well you can imagine it got really lively on the frequency. I turned to my Co-Pilot and said "I don't know what has happened, but I do know that things will never be the same", and I think I got that right!

Within seconds the controller had composed himself and said all flights on this frequency standby, and it was dead quiet. He then said all flights are to land immediately and went down the list of the planes under his control..."American 235 turn right heading 230 you're landing at Pittsburgh, Continental 456 turn left heading 180 for Cincinnati, Delta 235 (that's me) turn right to 250 and descend to 8000, you're landing at Knoxville, airport your 2 o'clock 40 miles....etc" It was the best, fastest and most efficient handling I have ever had from ATC...they had everyone on the ground all over the country in minimum time.

After all the initial confusion, their professionalism, and that of all the flight crews was exemplary!   We spent two days in Knoxville and then ferried an empty 757 back to Atlanta and I believe were one of the first flights to land back at our main hub.

Our arrival at ATL was one of the most moving experiences of my flying career. The airspace was totally empty, there was no talk on the radio, and we were the only plane in the sky over ATL, the busiest airport in the U.S., but we did have, unknown to us until informed by the controller, an F-16 right on our tail, but we never saw him! When we taxied in the normally frantic ramp area was dead quiet, all the ground equipment, tugs, baggage carts, tugs, fuelers etc. were lined up in military precision and the ground crews were standing at attention and saluted...wow, I'll never forget that.

They needed a sign that things were getting back to normal...that we were moving and flying again.

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... and the people said, "Amen!"

Splendidly Imperfect

2011-09-03T09:47:00.000-07:00

Wow. It's hard to realize, tomorrow's our "Happy #7 Anniversary"!

When I haphardly-fashioned these invites, I could never have imagined how prophetic the word "Imperfect" would become.

Oh, we'd both been down this road (er, aisle) before ... but fantasized just the same. What's that saying? "Man plans ... God chuckles."

But! Would I do it again? You bet-cha :)

May I have this dance, for the rest of my life ...........

We're off for a brief adventure, but look forward to catching up later next week.

Meanwhile, won't you please stay SAFE out there!

Horrible History

2011-08-30T19:57:00.002-07:00

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Paris, August 31, 1997.
Do you recall that awful day?

From the moment we "yanks" lay eyes on Diana Spencer, I was smitten. And, in an odd sort of way, I remain so.

One day an associate asked, "Why are you crying? You didn't know her."
Well, not being blessed with a knack for clever comebacks, I sort of slunk away -- probably to reapply my eyeliner. (Again.)
Later, a friend counseled, "You should have said, 'Yes, I did -- everyone knew her'."

Journalist and author Peggy Noonan remembers picking up her Sunday paper: "I realized I was holding horrible history in my hand. I felt what a lot of Americans felt: shock, of course, and then sadness -- and then shock at the depth of my sadness."

When someone dies unexpectedly, we feel our own sense of vulnerability.  These days, our nation is reminded of other "horrible history."   Remember how, after 9/11 everyone seemed kinder to one another?

We need to walk in a constant awareness. To be kind. And most important, live every day as if it's our last. Because one day, it will be.

Hotel!

2011-08-28T19:17:00.001-07:00

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Do you remember that 80's television series, "Hotel"?

I loved the gracious surroundings and well-mannered guests.... and how, by evening's end, any challenges were happily resolved.

Color me "guilty."   Guilty of sometimes falling into that old "grass is greener" theory.  Those discouraging days it seems I can't satisfy all the people all the time. (Ya, I'm naive that way.)
.....Those days I fantasize swapping my desk's geography for one a few miles north. On Camelback, perhaps. No doubt, you "locals" know of which I speak.

So, I shared my silly reverie with a co-worker the other day.  Startled by her response: "I think I prefer rubbing shoulders with those in my own tax bracket." I'd forgotten, "D" once lived and worked in Santa Barbara!   Of course ... she's right.

People are people, each of us with certain expectations. It's how I react to those UNreasonable expectations -- and not to take things so personally -- that counts.

Which begs a question: Have you ever ~~endured~~ experienced an disappointing vacation?

I can certainly recall a couple! I’m ashamed to admit, I didn’t conduct myself exactly graciously.   In retrospect, somebody should’ve shoved this list under my nose!

The Traveler’s Ten Commandments

Thou shalt not expect to find things as they were at home, for thou hast left thy home to find things different.

Thou shalt not take anything too seriously, for a carefree mind is the beginning of an enjoyable vacation.

Thou shalt not let others get on thy nerves, for thou art paying good money to have a good time.

Keep thy passport with thee at all times, for a person without a passport is a person without a country.

Thou shalt have respect for thy fellow travelers and their feelings, even as thou expectest them to have respect for thee.

Blessed is the person who can say "thank you" to those who strive to give good service.

Thou shalt not worry He who worrieth hath no pleasure..and few things are ever fatal.

Thou shalt not judge the people of a country by one person with whom thou hast had trouble.

When in Rome, thou shalt do somewhat as the Romans do; if in doubt, use common sense and friendliness.

Remember thou art a guest in the land of another..and he who treateth his host with respect shall be treated as an honored guest.

Before saying, "Goodnight", I'd like to show you the charmer who lives under my phone.....

.....Gifted as (I suspect) a not-so-subtle reminder!

Tomorrow morning, welcome to my world!

Have you a funny story or a memorable customer service experience you'd like to share? I'd love to learn!
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Simple Pleasures - A child who reads!

2011-08-24T19:20:00.001-07:00

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It happened again!

Just last weekend ... as has happened almost every Saturday, DH and I made a pilgrimage to the public library... and I spotted this:

No matter my "mood d'jour" or what else may be going on ... this crazy smile pops out across my face. Every time.

More often than not, the child's parents right there, to assist. Clutching an armload of story-books to his chest, the little one might look up at me with this sooooo -satisfied smile...... and for a just a moment, all is RIGHT in the world.

PS -
I really, really wanted to capture a photo! Once, I even whupped out my cell phone to capture the backs of a mother/daughter .... then felt so guilty, like someone would think me a pervert! It's sad, but in today's world, I don't think I'd cotton to a stranger asking for a photo of my little one.

For more "feel-good" moments and points of view, please visit the nice folks over at Dayle's place!

Spiritual Sundays: Deception

2011-08-21T09:55:00.000-07:00

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I think everyone would agree, we live in a world where appearances mask reality.

For example, they ("they", whose vast knowledge makes my teeth ache) tell us we are sitting on this giant ball that's spinning approximately 1,000 mph ..... while our perception swears we're not moving!

Sara Rigler writes, "Perhaps the most false appearance is an illusion of Divine absence, a world devoid of God. In truth, we know God is not only the source of all that exists, nothing exists except God. Denying His existence is like a fish denying the existence of water!"

A world disconnected from its Divine source is a fool's gold world. You've heard of fool's gold, right?

One of Ms. Rigler's recent articles recalls her experience touring an old gold mine at the outskirts of Johannesburg, South Africa:

"I pointed my flashlight at the rocky wall where I saw glittering specks of gold."

Instead, the guide pointed to a shiny black spot of brick. "This is real gold. 99% gold."

"To make it look like gold, you have to go through a complicated process:
First you crush the rock. Then you pulverize it, until it's like powder. Then you have to add cyanide, a deadly poison."

She went on to explain additional stages of the process until, finally "the gold looks like gold."

The author reminds us, "to penetrate beneath the mask of physical appearance requires a mental process more arduous than turning black rock into gold jewelry."

"In a fool's gold world, the worst eventuality is death.

In reality, the worst eventuality is a life devoid of meaning and purpose."

"In a fool's gold world, your essential identity appears to be your body, so you invest your time, attention and money in beautifying/strengthening/preserving the body.

In reality, your essential identity is your soul."

"Unearthing the real gold may require going deep below the surface and undergoing an intricate process of refinement ... but is investing in counterfeit ever worth it?"

2011-08-19T09:31:00.086-07:00

Long time no speak!

Oh, it wasn't for lack of intent. I started ...then STOPPED a dozen times.
Not even our resident canine was much inclined to suffer my bouts of "August-itis" or "budget-itis."
Given the choice, I opted to nap. A lot.

So, what's new?

The GOOD news is, I can put away this signage outside my boss's office for another year.

Wooo-hoooooo -- budgets were approved just yesterday!!!

In between the aforementioned naps, good friends coaxed me out of the house to celebrate National Ice-Cream Day.

Guess who was too full-up on pot-roast to sample the main event?   Must return to the scene!

Last Saturday we took a recommendation from Monica and travelled up the road to Cave Creek's storied El Encanto.   Soooo awesome!
Borrowed snapshot here. Go figure, one out of two days a month I'm enjoying a "Good Hair Day" and no-one wants their picture taken!

Despite sometimes evidence to the contrary, I still believe GOOD things happen to GOOD people!

For instance? A long, long time ago in a Land Far-away, there lived two young ladies who believed the world was their oyster. One, the female half of a popular morning radio show with mega-watt looks and personality .... and me, along for the ride. An Odd Couple to be sure, her spontaneity was probably good for me.

Following my move to Florida, we eventually drifted apart -- only to reconnect our jigsaw pieces a few years ago. Whadda ya know? The former wild child was all settled down with a ~~clone~~ child of her own.

So, a few weeks ago came some exciting news and this picture on Facebook.
The little record-player that lives in my head began that beloved, bittersweet tune from Fiddler on the Roof: "I don't remember growing older ... when did they?

Often imitated ...never equalled, Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders! Yea, Cassie!!!

I'd not thought of this episode for a while now, but a few months back, one of DH's friends from Chicago was poking fun of me when I inadvertently dropped a "ya'all" into our conversation.   (Hubby says I do that a lot.)
Know what?   I had my feelings hurt for like, 5 minutes.   Then, decided he's just jealous. (Hrummmpf!)

Tho' I've not lived there for too many years ~ and I'm ridiculously in love with Arizona ~ suppose I'll always consider Texas my "heart's home."

Thanks to those of you who've stuck by me!   Now's time I return the favor and spend some quality time this weekend catching up with YOU! :)))))

Two Thumb's Up!

2011-07-15T04:35:00.001-07:00

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Stereotypes. We all make stereotypes, right?

I’m actually delighted at having been found guilty…. not once, but twice!

For instance?

I’m thinking Mr. Trump’s “Celebrity Apprentice.”
(Any other fans out there?)

Who’d have guessed, Lil’ Jon had such smarts going on under those dreads!?! I'm still not fond of his music … but came away capital-letter Impressed.

Lately I’ve been thinking of a prior season finalist, Trace Adkins. Long-hair, slow-talking country fellow, right?

Not so fast!
I just finished reading his book, A Personal Stand ….. and can’t stop chattering!

Though I’m no accomplished reviewer, I’d like to try – with a ~~little~~ LOT of help from the internet:

At 6'6" and sporting a blonde ponytail, #1 country music superstar Trace Adkins isn't your typical conservative pundit. Brash, persuasive, and controversial, A Personal Stand isn't just the story of Trace Adkins's life; it's the story of what life can teach all of us.

Trace Adkins on personal responsibility: "I stand for personal responsibility and against anything that undermines it. So much what I see in our country today represents a flight hell-bent from responsibility to victimhood. From acting on one's convictions, to going along just to get along. From making decisions based on moral principles, to taking the easy way out. That's not what the United States of America is all about, and that's not the legacy our children should inherit."

On blame games and pity parties: "Life is messy. When you fall down, pick yourself up and go on. Don't waste time trying to pin the blame on somebody, even if you did get some rotten breaks. Life has thrown me some hellacious curve balls, stuff that would make for a dandy pity party on the Oprah Winfrey Show. But life has also given me plenty of blessings."

Personally?
I’ve never before experienced the urge to stand up and do a “fist pump” while reading, --but I did just that on a couple of occasions (much to the amusement of DH’s and our reigning canine).
Just wish I’d the discretionary dollars to buy each of you a copy!
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The Day the Music Died

2011-07-12T19:30:00.002-07:00

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Out-take from the homefront:

“Now she wants to learn the saxophone.”

Outwardly, my left hand signals “Thumb’s up!” ..... while opposite fingers are crossed "good luck" behind my back.

I’m curious. Did you ever play a musical instrument? Do you still play?

Long before I came along, momma played piano. Daddy studied the violin. Factor in one child … you can guess the rest.

Like it was yesterday, I recall my folks’ phone call, promising a “big surprise.”

Yessssss …. a horse!

I was practically doing pirouettes – my mind leap-frogging to time spent riding “Flicka” across the high mesa.

“Dismayed” doesn’t begin to describe my feelings when the big surprise turned out to be a piano. I despised it on sight. My tutor ~ and that pesky violin ~ fared no better. But at 8 years old, does one have a choice?

Summer Camp 1961

Come high school, my parents reluctantly agreed to let me quit orchestra and join the school’s choir. Mind you, I did NOT have a great singing voice. (Theirs was the FUN crowd!)

Ironic, but these days, I’m married to The Music Man. While he no longer plays professionally, DH adores tinkering. His results seem effortless.

Sooner or later it had to happen. A few weeks ago I ventured to DH’s sanctum. Assuming a seat at the keyboard, I glared at the keyboard.

Nothing.
Squiggles and symbols on sheet music bear no more resemblance than say, the Russian alphabet.

I like to think my memory’s keen, but this????
Somewhere along the way a large chunk of my brain cells simply EVAPORATED.

Chagrined? Yes.
Regrets? I’m still trying to sort it out.

Meanwhile, I’m happy to live out my days as the designed applause-maker.

Gratitude Opens Every Door

2011-07-02T07:39:00.000-07:00

(Excerpted from Aish.com)

The following story really struck a chord when I read it! You see, DH and I experienced the same thing last fall at Phoenix’s Sky Harbor Airport!

Maybe it was one of those “you had to be there” moments; but I still appreciate Sara Rigler’s telling:

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One of the most moving scenes I ever witnessed took place at Gate B2 of the Baltimore airport.

I had set down my carry-on and taken out my prayer book, when I suddenly heard a sound I had never before heard in any airport: applause.

Are people greeting a rock star?, I wondered.
A couple of minutes later another wave of applause picked me up and carried me to Gate B2 where a crowd of about 30 people was gathered. Lined up against the wall were 5 uniformed sailors and sundry civilians, including a TSA official.

I weaved my way through to glimpse the object of all this adulation. At the entrance to the jet-way I spotted him: an old man in a wheelchair.

The follow pushing the wheelchair stopped to let the old man absorb his rousing welcome. The man smiled and weakly lifted his right hand to acknowledge the crowd. As the wheelchair slowly moved past the receiving line, the sailors saluted, others nodded, and the TSA official stepped forward, shook the old man’s hand and said in a heartfelt voice, “Thank you for your service.”

A quiet lull ensued, and then another round of applause for the next deplaning passenger – another old man, standing wobbly on his own legs, leaning on a cane. He paused, looked up in surprise at his hero’s welcome, as if not quite understanding all the hullabaloo, then continued his limping gait. He stopped only when the TSA official stepped forward, grasped his hand and said, “Thank you for your service.”

What’s going on here””, I asked the young woman beside me.

“They’re WWII veterans; they’ve come to see their monument in Washington DC.”

When the last wheelchair rolled off, I approached the official:
“I want you to know that I was very moved at how you thanked each and every veteran.” I told him. “We all clapped, but you were the only one who put the gratitude into words. And words are very important.”

“Well,” he said humbly, “I myself served, so I know what they’ve been through.”
Unexpressed gratitude is like a gift purchased and wrapped, but never given.

Gratitude opens every door!

Happy Spiritual Sunday ...
and Happy Independence Day!

(Please, stay safe out there!)

Simple Pleasures

2011-06-30T13:09:00.002-07:00

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So, mine's neither exciting or novel ... but, my vote for this week's Simple Pleasures has got to be early morning!

There was a time I couldn't (or wouldn't) "get" my parents commentary: “This is the best part of the day.”
What do you know? They were right!

In days gone by I've been oblivious and taken much for granted .... but hope to never grow weary of ordinary moments spent watching the day begin!

Here’s a favorite spot, just a few steps outside my office.

What-cha say?

Let’s cue up those little record-players in our heads ….

Remember The Rascals song, “It’s a Beautiful Morning”?

.................Are you feeling it yet?

Raise those arms HIGH above your head,
and let’s do the wave!

When you’re finished, please stop by Dayle’s for more “feel-good” moments!
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Thank Heaven

2011-06-25T11:47:00.000-07:00

....for little girls. And little boys!

I'm a little late, but wanted to share some photo memories of Father's Day spent with (2/3-rd's of) our offspring.

These are the days we remember!

Sweet Audrey blue eyes!

Mitchell's just groovin' ....on a Sunday afternoon.

No, I don't want to hold it, Estefan ....

but thanks for the offer!

DH donated an old keyboard ....

perhaps Brian will follow in Grandpa's footsteps?

Cousin's garage band!

Grandpa's ~ and Grandma Myra's happy place!

This is Why

2011-06-18T18:42:00.000-07:00

Feeling unable to write is embarrassing .. and habit forming.

Perhaps, my intertia is due to a need to act "correctly"

... and the accompanying fear that I'll sound foolish.

Or worse, chronically negative.

If you can't say anything nice ....

So then, why I do I blog?

Several years ago I discovered one of my favorite authors maintained a blog of her own. Before I knew it, I'd devoured the whole of her down-to-earth, often humorous reflections.

Her website invites feedback, and though I've never been given to "fan mail" I posed a question and hit "send."   Her thoughtful reply, only a few hours later, expressed surprise that I'd read her entire blog. "Wow, Myra. That must feel like reading my autobiography ... which, I suppose in a way it is."

Have you seen that popular slide show set to Gabriel Garcia Marquez' "final goodbye"?    One phrase just "popped" --
Nobody will remember you if you keep your thoughts secret. Force yourself to express them."

I suppose, that is why I blog. The good, bad. and occasionally. the ugly.

What do you say, let's encourage one another to share what they feel.

You say it best, when you say nothing at all???

2011-06-11T07:19:00.001-07:00

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Steve Goodier asks, "Have you ever noticed how hard it can be to find the 'right' words?"

There are "Hallmark" individuals whose eloquence seems effortless.
And then, there's me.
I struggle.

Without benefit of facial expressions or body language, we're left to supplement our words with smiley faces, hearts and italics. Allison Krause's lovely lyrics just don't cut it. "When you say nothing at all" might just be interpreted, "No-one cares."

Wait a minute!... I don't mean this to sound so serious!

I saved one of Goodier's recent articles (lifesupport.com) because it made me laugh out loud ... and helped me realize, there are lots of us in the same boat! Here is an excerpt:

There are times I am certain the right words don't exist.

What's important, we try.

It was once said that Al Smith, former governor of New York, was making his first inspection of Sing Sing prison. The warden asked him if he might say a few words to the prisoners.

The governor began, "My fellow citizens."

But he suddenly felt confused about whether the inmates may have forfeited their citizenship.

So he took a second stab at it. "My fellow convicts."

There was a roar of laughter and now he became flustered. He gallantly tried a third time:

"Well, anyhow, I'm glad to see so many of you here."

There is no record of what he said after that.

As Goodier says, we try. And in the end, isn't that what really matters?
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The Power of Ten

2011-06-07T19:01:00.000-07:00

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I had to smile when my boss shared her friend's story last week, and thought you might like it, too.

Out of the mouth's of babes!

Years ago, when tucking her youngest son into bed, he looked up to say, "I love you, Momma."

"I love you, too, sweetie."

Then, "What's that, Momma?"

"What?"

"2?"

"No, no! I mean "TOO" ... as in, 'I love you, also."

Uncomprehending, the boy was obviously miffed. Turning away, he muttered,

"Well, I love you 10."

Ah!, She saw where this was going. She asked, "10?".

His response ...
"That's as high as I can count. momma."

That little boy is now an adult, but his close-knit family is still overheard telling one another, "I love you 10."

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Still, Learning to Pray

2011-06-04T19:54:00.001-07:00

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So, tonight I'm thinking of that line from so many fictional dramas, where the presiding Judge declares, "The jury will disregard ....". That always cracks me up! Can anyone really UN-hear something? And would we want to?

A while back, I was half-listening to a radio host dissing a group of religious fundamentalists who planned to gather at a filling station to pray for lower gasoline prices. He opined, "Oh, come on! God is too busy with meetings and stuff to deal with the price of gas."

I probably uttered a little "huh?" and shook my head ... moved to my mind's "spam" box.

Or, so I thought.
Towards the end of April, I "came down" with a loathsome cold/flu bug, whose after-effects seemed to linger. Most of May I spent just going through the motions. Not actually "sick"=sick, but feeling as if someone had let the air out of my balloon. Know what I mean? Sleep appeared impossible.

I recall closing my eyes each night and saying, "Please, God. Just let me sleep throughout the night."

Then. "I'm sorry! You've more important things going on."

I mean, all we have to do is turn on our TV or radio ... or Blogland. It's truly frightening out there. And here, I'm asking for Divine help to stop coughing. Geesh.

I love what Rabbi Packouz says about prayer in his Shabbat Shalom "fax of life."

Many people mistakenly feel that they should only pray for big things. Not so. Prayer is about creating a relationship; it's about understanding and appreciating the Source of all blessing. God is the loving parent who wants only good for us.

Prayer not only helps create the relationship with the Almighty, it keeps the relationship strong. Imagine the difficulties of asking your father or mother for help after not speaking with them for years? God will listen to us when we call out to Him. It is just easier to ask Him if you keep your relationship current.

A prayer has three components: 1) Praise of God. (He doesn't need our praises; it focuses us on Who we are talking to. 2) Requests. 3) Thanks. It is the height of good manners to show appreciation!

Man proposes and God disposes.

I hope everyone is enjoying a wonderfully blessed evening ... thank you Charlotte and Ginger for this "House Built on Love"!

Simple Pleasures -- Recess!

2011-06-01T18:27:00.002-07:00

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So, what’s a gal to do … when that ugly Stress Virus threatens and nerves become frayed?

Gently suggest ~ in the nicest way I know how! ~ the team puts aside those pesky BEO's and ADR's ... and step out back to the Tot Lot!

Even our GM got in the act!

Hi-ho Silver!

Monkey see? Myra does!

Sometimes we need to just let go of our problems and remember what it was like to be kids!

Happy people are healthier than crabby ones – and we’re a lot more fun to be around!

For more Simple Pleasures, why not treat your heart ... right here!

Forever Young

2011-06-01T18:15:00.000-07:00

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Wow, it's hard to believe Marilyn Monroe would've been 85 years YOUNG today!

My coworker sent me this quote -- purportedly written by MM .... who'd have guessed?! I certainly liked it ~ and hope you do, as well!

"I believe that everything happens for a reason.

People change so that you can learn to let go,

Things go wrong so that you

appreciate them when they're right,

You believe lies so you

eventually learn to trust no one but yourself,

and sometimes,

good things fall apart so better things can fall together."

What a friend!

2011-04-30T09:00:00.001-07:00

While I've always loved "What a Friend we Have in Jesus", I never stopped to consider the back-story. Sobering, wouldn't you agree?

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“What a Friend We Have in Jesus” emerged from a life assaulted by and associated with much grief and pain and loss which make the words of this familiar hymn all the more genuine and authoritative.

Its author, Joseph Scriven, born in 1819 of prosperous parents in Dublin, Ireland, had graduated from college, and began his life untroubled facing a promising future. Then, the night before his marriage, his bride was found in a pool of water where she had accidentally drowned. He never recovered from the loss.

He emigrated to Canada and became associated with the Plymouth Brethren. He freely gave of his possessions, even his own clothes. His life focused on the poor with whom he was close in times of trouble and sickness. He repaired their homes and chopped their wood. He performed menial tasks for the handicapped, the sick, and the poor.

He never had a home of his own, moving from place to place. He again fell in love, but his second fiancée contracted pneumonia and died.

In 1857 he learned that his mother was seriously ill. Due to his poverty, he was unable to travel to her and bring comfort. He wrote her a letter and enclosed a poem.

Some years later, he himself was seriously ill and a visiting friend happened to see a copy of the poem he wrote his mother.

During his illness in October, 1886, he left his house and was found dead the next morning, drowned in a nearby lake in what was a strange parallel to the death of his sweetheart forty years earlier.

The poem he had sent his mother is the hymn, “What a Friend We Have in Jesus.” While not particularly literary, there are few hymns that prove to be as great a source of solace and comfort to those distressed and burdened!

--Pastor Ray William Stubbe

Daydreams n' Old Things

2011-04-27T20:24:00.000-07:00

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Thank you, Dayle, for hosting, Simple Pleasures ... what a mid-week "lift"!

Having spent the last few days trying to out-wit a stubborn head cold, I've rediscovered crazy pleasure -- simply by recalling a childhood ritual.

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In momma's household, there was no room for argument!

At the first sign of a sniffle or sore throat, out came the ceremonial application of Vicks VapoRub.   Liberally coated from chest to throat, my neck was swaddled in an ancient strip of flannel, then securely pinned.
Salt-water gargle, a vaporizer and extra steamer blanket might accompany the ritual.

On special occasions, I was permitted to come downstairs to watch TV… to loll(!) on the living room sofa ~ which boasted not one, but two (top and bottom!) freshly ironed sheets.

Warmed “honey milk” and tapioca pudding. Why, being sick was almost pleasurable!

Who has time for that sort of thing nowdays?
All grown up now, I'd laugh off any suggestion to re-enact.

Just the same, I like what Flavia has written: "Remembering is a journey our heart takes into a time that was ... and our thoughts are the only tickets needed to ride."

Yes, Vicks still has a place in my medicine cabinet … and in my heart.

They say there's a tree in the forest ....

2011-04-24T13:34:00.001-07:00

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Did you know .... there is such a thing as an Easter tree?!

Around 1945, when he was just a young boy, Volker Kraft saw his very first Easter Tree (Eierbaum, Osterbaum or Ostereirbaum, in German), and decided he would have one of his very own, when he grew up. Time passed and young Volker became a married man, with a family. But his childhood dream stuck with him and he decorated his first Easter Tree, in 1965. He used 18 colored plastic eggs.

But the tree was growing fast and he and his wife, Christa couldn't afford to waste so many Easter eggs. So they began drilling holes into the eggs, using the contents in the kitchen, and the painted shells as decorations. When their children grew up, they started helping with the decorating,and the Easter Tree became a family tradition, known not only in their home town of Saalfeld, but all of Germany.

After their kids moved out of the house, it seemed the Easter Tree would finally catch a break, but grandsons arrived and the Krafts went back to decorating their giant tree. The number of Easter eggs hung on the tree branches grew every year,and in 2010 it reached an incredible 9,500 eggs!

Thank you to gal-pal Doris, for sharing this delightful bit of whimsy!

Beholden!

2011-04-23T15:10:00.000-07:00

Like my parents and grandparents before, I've a convoluted sense of pride; of independence if you will ... that's prone to backfire on more than one occasion.

You see, I'm practically allergic to ask for help. More comfortable in the role of giver, I'm not keen on feeling obligated. Isn't that silly?

This week, we are focused on Jesus' having paid for our sins. To receive ~ with grace ~ that which God has done for us ... I'm happy to be beholden!

I hope you enjoy the following parable. Miles apart, I'm reminded we not only feed ~ but are fed ~ by one another's caring and concern. Again, I'm happy to be beholden!

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A holy man was having a conversation with the Lord one day and said,
Lord, I would like to know what Heaven and Hell are like.'

The Lord led the holy man to two doors. He opened one of the doors:

In the middle of the room there was a large round table. In the middle of the table was a large pot of stew, which smelled delicious and made the holy man's mouth water.
The people sitting around the table were thin and sickly. They appeared to be famished. They were holding spoons with very long handles that were strapped to their arms. Each found it possible to reach into the pot and take a spoonful. However, because the handle was longer than their arms they could not get the spoons back into their mouths.

The Lord said, 'You have seen Hell.'

They went to the next room and opened the door. It was exactly the same as the first one: There was the large round table with the large pot of stew which made the holy man's mouth water.
The people were equipped with the same long-handled spoons, but here the people were well nourished and plump, laughing and talking.

The holy man said, 'I don't understand!'

'It is simple', said the Lord. 'It requires but one skill. You see, they have learned to feed each other.'

Wishing you all a most blessed and JOYful Easter!

2011-04-11T18:33:00.000-07:00

Panda Therapy!

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What’s that old saying, “If you want to hear God chuckle, tell him your future plans.”
If that’s true, I’ve provided the Almighty plenty of comic relief these last couple of weeks!

It’s been a Spring Fever circus both at work and home!
Just last night DH made the observation, “You’re singing commercials again.”

All the same, I’m bent on keeping my big toe in the game!
Some mind(less) musings ...

…After two years’ rationalizing (and lots of whining), I’m the proud new momma of a “grown-up” phone. No, I don’t need all the bells and whistles … truth be told, I probably just wanted to look cool. LOL!
But!!! After 10 days, it’s anyone’s guess which of us is the Alpha. No, I’m definitely NOT smarter than a 5th grader!

…Methinks we’ve all been guilty of making unfounded generalizations about others at one time or another?
What a pleasant surprise to learn the Suit from Park Avenue (yes, that Park Avenue) was just as nice and down-to-earth as home-made dirt! (Well, maybe not the “dirt” part.)
And, no matter my role, anyone who takes a moment to stop and shake my hand … making honest-to-goodness eye contact, has me at “hello.”

…Am I the only one who feels rebuffed if I yield to another vehicle (or pedestrian) and they don’t nod …or smile ….or even make one of those little finger-waves in return. Ya, I’ve got to quit taking things so personally.

…and finally, I wanted to share a quote from my granddaughter’s FB page. Don't-cha love it?
"Never say goodbye, because goodbye means going away, and going away means forgetting." -Peter Pan

TTFN dear ones!
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2011-03-19T08:26:00.000-07:00

Do you ever catch yourself on an ordinary day, reading an ordinary passage -- then feel the author is speaking to YOU?

That's just what happened to me a couple of days ago! I've a hunch it may resonate with some of you, too:

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"How can we all follow what is going on in Japan and not be affected? I know, some will watch in disbelief, but how many will say to themselves as they watch that since it isn't happening to me the impact is less.   I bet most of us do that.

We instead focus on our responsibilities in life. We worry about kids, spouses, family members and friends. We deal with the pressures in our lives, financial and otherwise.
If you are like me, you worry about balance in life.

Then I started thinking, how many in Japan who survived had those same pressures and then because of Mother Nature, everything else suddenly became secondary? We wake up every morning and wonder what the new day has in store for us.

As I sit here I am starting to wonder if the struggles we have in life are totally overblown. We must deal with them one day at a time and realize that we have much for which to be thankful. Yes, it is a tired cliche that is used to make us feel better, but the truth is, no matter how tough we think things are, there are many people who have it worse.   That doesn't necessarily make things better, but it does put thing into perspective.

I know it is one of my goals, to finally get some balance in my life.   I always feel I should be doing more to help those less fortunate.   Helping, even a little, makes you feel good. I know it does for me."

--Siegel Sez

(Inside Hotel Today)

2011-03-10T18:37:00.000-07:00

G'evening!
'Just wanted to drop in and say "hi" ... and take the opportunity to show off our new (March 5 edition) granddaughter, Audrey Annette.....

I was so excited to finally get my hands on that little sweetie yesterday. Sanity would probably call it "gas," but I swear she smiled once or twice! Is it just me, or do you ever gaze at a newborn and try to fathom what they'll look like in a year ... in 5 ... or 50?

Family and friends are here from Chicago and Florida -- to baby watch and attend Spring Training games. 'Tis is a good thing(!!!) no-one was around to watch DH and I (speed) deep-clean Hotel Guca .... rearranging our "usual" tablescape:

...sigh, no comment!

...into something more closely resembling a normal dinette. (Aside: Are they still called dinettes? We're far too casual to own a 'real' dining room!)

So, in between we celebrated DH's birthday..... and tomorrow my eldest granddaughter turns 17!!!

Isn't she lovely?
And certainly more mature than I!   For instance....

"What would you like for your birthday, Sarah?"
"Oh Grandma, I have so much already. I don't need anything."
"Whaaaaat?   You're too young to be talking like that, little lady!"
(I was tempted to tell her to go wash her mouth out with soap, before my DH caught wind and supposed that's a hereditary trait - LOL!)

Whether they're a few days old, 12, 13, or 17 ... granddaughters have such a way of wrapping themselves around my heart!

Be back soon!

Holy Curiosity

2011-02-25T09:17:00.000-07:00

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So, one of these days I hope to have an original thought to share!

.... 'til then, here's an excerpt from last week's LifeSupport.com's e-feed. In a way, this reminds me of a favorite lyric from Les Miserables -- "You might know how it feels, to be struck to the bone in a moment of breathless delight ......"

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Not everyone has a good grip of science. But these children's scientific musings at least show a healthy dose of creativity.

Concerning astronomy, one child said, "Most books now say our sun is a star. But it still knows how to change back into a sun in the daytime."

Another added, "Some people can tell what time it is by looking at the sun. But I have never been able to make out the numbers."

Another student offered this advice: "To collect fumes of sulfur, hold a deacon over a flame in a test tube." (Ouch.)

These young people are just starting a path of life-long learning.
But I wonder, as they learn more, will they still feel awe when they see a falling star? Even if they are able to describe a rainbow in scientific terms, will they still be amazed at its incomparable beauty?

And what about matters of the heart and the spirit? Not everything we experience can be measured. How does one measure love and beauty and faith?

Albert Einstein's called scientific curiosity "holy." The physicist said, "The most beautiful and most profound experience is the sensation of the mystical. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead."

I still want to wonder and stand rapt in awe before the splendor of life and the universe. This is a place of holy curiosity; a place where spirit and science merge.

And it's a place where my soul can be at rest.

-- Steve Goodier

2011-02-14T00:33:00.003-07:00

Happy Valentine Day !!!

Don't Forget the Lyrics!

2011-02-09T05:02:00.003-07:00

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I'm supposing, on some level we're all followers of the late-great Mitch Miller? Follow the bouncing ball!
...And don't you just love it when a 'congenial voice' inside the dashboard invites his listeners to "sing along!"

That is, until the next song contains lyrics outside my paygrade! I'm thinking, the likes of Guantanamera ... Sukiyaki ....
...and of course, a olde fav, "Melody of Love."

Weary of my own tortured accompaniment, I finally googled the lyrics and presented to DH for an impromptu Polish lesson.   (He's no longer fluent, but most times can understand the written word.)

Darn. Try as I might, I couldn't get my tongue to work around the inflection.   But, I give myself props for being a great "la-la-la" -er.   With vigor!

Come on, won't you sing along?!

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The 11th Commandment

2011-02-05T08:52:00.000-07:00

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I think (the) writer Wayne Muller makes some very interesting points in his book, "Sabbath: Restoring the Sacred Rhythm of Rest." For instance.....

"God does not want us to be exhausted! The Sabbath is a time for sacred rest. It may be a holy day ... the 7th day of the week ... or the first day of the week.

But! Sabbath time may also be a Sabbath afternoon, a Sabbath hour, a Sabbath walk -- anything that preserves an experience of nourishment and rest. It is the presence of something that arises when we consecrate a period of time to listen to what is most deeply beautiful, or true.... consecrated with our attention, honoring those quiet forces of grace that sustain us and heal us."

If we do not allow for a rhythm of rest in our overly busy lives, illness becomes our Sabbath. Our pneumonia, our cancer, our heart attack ... (can) create Sabbath for us.
When we forget to rest, we will work too hard and forget.

God says: 'Please, don't. It is a waste of a tremendous gift I have given you. If you know the value of your life, you would not waste a single breath. So I give you this commandment: Remember to rest'."
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Love on a Plate

2011-02-02T19:13:00.000-07:00

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Late out of the gate -- I was probably 19 y/o before I first tasted chicken-fried steak .. . being I wasn’t too fond of chicken. (Late and slow!)

Well, it didn’t take but a minute to fall in love with long-forgotten establishments the likes of West Texas’ Red Barn and Ma Brown’s.

While these menu offerings are still duplicated most everywhere … I soon became (overly) obsessed with a certain number on the bathroom scales … denying foodie passions like one might an embarrassing case of acne.

And so it was ….. until a few years ago when health and circumstance compelled me to just Relax and Enjoy.

Still, I’d quite forgotten about the chicken-fry until our visit to Alabama last Fall. During a pit stop halfway to the airport, DH and I opted for a bite to eat – more in keeping with the hour than actual hunger pains. And what do you know, there I was, nowhere's close to size 6 .... throwing caution to the winds!

Mind you, it’s been 40+ years, but I rediscovered Love on a Plate.....

Dessert? Not if we wanted to stay awake the remainder of our drive!
Instead, it was the soul’s-satisfying kind when our sweet waitress invited us to “come again.” Learning we were headed back to Arizona, her big brown eyes grew wide and she reached for my hand.... “So, so far! Well then, I’m asking the good Lord to shower you with His travelling blessings … until next time.”

Indeed … and I’m looking forward!

"The Fax of Life" (revisited)

2011-01-29T15:08:00.000-07:00

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So, another unsolicited facsimile "happened" to arrive mid-morning last week ... prompting me to pause what I was doing and step outside, paper in hand.
One blog friend calls this "providence" ...don't you love that word?!

Aish HaTorah's lesson begins with a question:

"How would you feel if you won the lottery? Most people would feel elated ... one of the best days of their life!

Why? In truth, nothing has changed. You don't have the money in hand. All the changes are going to happen tomorrow. Today, right now, your life hasn't altered one iota.

However, right now you're thrilled. Why?   The answer is, how you think about tomorrow changes how you feel today.   If you knew something really good was going to happen tomorrow, then today would be great.

The one thing that the Almighty doesn't do well is second best. Everyday He gives us what is best for us.   Your life is as good as it can possible get; God can't make it any better. The challenges we face in life are what we require: to give us the opportunity to develop our character, to develop spiritually and to come closer to the Almighty.

The only reason you are not jumping with joy on a constant basis is that you want to believe that having the things you don't have would make your life better. It's easier to blame your misery on assumed lacks that it is to enjoy life.

The trick of life is to want to be the kind of person where winning the lottery would not ruin your life, and hopefully tomorrow that will happen.   But at the same time, to realize the life you have now, and the one you are going to get tomorrow is the best it could be.

'Life Doesn't Get Any Better Than This.'   Say it often, and enjoy!"

(~with special thanks to Rabbi Steve Baars, GetBliss.com)

Friday Lite!

2011-01-28T05:19:00.004-07:00

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Right brain, left brain...all around the town! Which side are you on?

It seems I’ve always been fascinated with psychology … with everyone else’s idiosyncrasies, that is. LOL!

So I jumped at the opportunity to take this short test, just for the fun of it. No, they didn’t attempt any subliminal tactics to sell me something ~ or capture my e-mail address before revealing a diagnosis.

I was a bit taken aback ~ disappointed, even ~ by my results: a goodly leaning to the left. At first blush, about as exciting as drywall.

Then again ....maybe I should use this as a “get out of jail free” card for having flunked 7th grade art class, for having two “left” feet!

Suppose it’s best not to take any of this stuff too seriously!

http://www.web-us.com/brain/braindominance.htm

2011-01-24T17:58:00.000-07:00

So, I had to smile when my 16 y/o granddaughter confided, she’s been depositing her new truck in front of the high school – vs. the students’ lot – because, “I’m not so good at parking yet.”

I know the feeling!
It’s been 44 years since that oh-so coveted drivers license came to sit in my wallet … but I still recall the kindness shown by the official charged with testing my skills behind the wheel. Was it coincidence that I wasn’t required to parallel park? To this day, I’ve never “paralled”!

…and to this day, I’ll opt for a parking space further than most from the front door. Preferably an area that allows for pull-through parking. (I’m not so good at “backing”, Sarah!)

On the other hand…
DH is one of those folk who circle, then lie in wait for a spot in the red zone. We poke fun at one another … but I’m still a bit prejudicial against those otherwise healthy (looking) individuals who spend money on diet shakes and health clubs, but seem loathe to walk an extra 50 yards.
…and leave their grocery carts here-and-there like so many orphans.

Say, does anyone recall those Hypermart retail stores popular in the 1980’s? I loved their shopping cart concept --where you had to deposit a quarter in this metal box thingie to trigger a cart’s release. But! that quarter was returned if you took time to return it.

I wonder why that never caught on?

By the same token, I wonder why I can’t think of something more important to be annoyed about?
.....Just saying.

Good enough?

2011-01-22T12:07:00.000-07:00

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I'm really fond of the messages Kristin Armstrong shares in Work in Progress ... one of those down-to-earth, absolutely relate-able books that beckons me time and again.
This morning, for example!

Still feeling the effects of an ugly head-cold..... discouraged by Hesitation that's defined recent thoughts: "What if I fail?"
... I let my fingers go walking for an andedote to that old "what-if" monster.

May I share an example from Ms. Armstrong's guide?

"Being good enough means letting go of expectations, and focusing on the areas in which we truly do have something to offer. God has given each of us unique and precious gifts; (and) when we use these gifts for His glory, we start to become good enough by proxy.

When we try to be and do the things that are outside our true selves, we turn into strivers. Strivers are people who endlessly struggle for perfection and end up with far less than good enough.

Good enough means being able to accept who and where we are with grace and gratitude and being content with ourselves as works in progress.

....The more we go to God and experience the steadfastness of His promises, our confidence builds.   Not confidence in ourselves, but confidence in an almighty God."

What can I say, but "Amen"!   Have a wonderful day!!!

2011-01-17T21:17:00.001-07:00

So, I can’t put my finger on “it” exactly, but over the last couple weeks I’ve felt this crazy sense of disquiet and unease….. for no apparent reason!

Were my own expectations too high?

Of course, I compensated – the coward’s way out:
Lots of sleep, followed by more sleep. Basically, I’ve excelled at doing nothing. :(

Then!
As if the Almighty smiled and triggered a switch, I hit the floor yesterday soooo energized! Come dusk there were a dozen oversize parcels earmarked for Goodwill or the trash collector.

Hmmm, there’s a neglected treadmill -- but more important, there are sorely neglected bloggy friends to visit.

Much to be said and done … time’s a-wasting!

PS! …
Before you get to thinking I’ve lost my sense of humor, here’s a quote that made me laugh out loud!
“Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is not putting in into a fruit salad.”

Another Auld Lang Syne

2010-12-31T14:13:00.001-07:00

So, I like the idea that we are going to have to learn to travel lighter in the New Year.
....but I'm a keeper; I save things!

Really, it takes some courage, I think to let go.
A goodly amount of mental energy goes into providing room for all those things I've held onto. Emotionally sustaining things, situations, moods, conditions ... even some relationships which have fulfilled their purpose -- after a point they begin to feel sooo heavy.

We can have "good" goodbyes or, what feel like "bad" goodbyes.
I think we can all remember some goodbyes that felt sad, that felt hard. Situations that we left which weren't our conscious choice to leave. People who we left or who left us -- and not by conscious choice. "I didn't get the chance to say 'goodbye' in the gracious and loving way that I would have liked."

In one of my favorite movies, Castaway, there are several kinds of goodbyes:

There is a goodbye that is intending to be temporary ~ much more temporary than 4 years! ~ when he says, "I'll be right back."
And then there's a sad goodbye ~ things didn't work out the way I wanted them to and I'm hurting.
And finally... there's a peaceful goodbye. And you just sort of know, when the goodbye is peaceful and loving that the doors are opening for a new beginning.

We never know when we say goodbye some morning, if that's the last time we're going to have this exchange, when or if there will be another hello. So, isn't it important for all of our goodbyes to be loving and genuinely affirming, "God be with you... good be with you."

In that wonderful book Illusions there's a beautiful statement that goes something like, "Don't fear goodbyes, for they are necessary in order for you to have all the beautiful hellos that life has waiting for you."

DH and I wish you all a Very Happy 2011.....May your new year be richly blessed!

Happy Day After!

2010-12-26T14:44:00.000-07:00

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Whew! Is Christmas 2010 really over ... so quickly?
(cue sound-bite, "Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.")

I hope you all enjoyed helping create warm and lasting memories!

That said, I caught myself on Christmas Eve feeling curiously detached. My mind kept replaying scenes of long-ago celebrations ... names and faces who've journeyed ahead....
...The next moment, trying to imagine how you, dear friends, were experiencing that Holy night. (Oops!, does that make me a voyeur?)

DH's daughter and her family opened their doors and their hearts again this Eve:  She and her dad so enjoy re-creating the traditional Polish supper ... an acquired taste, yes. :)

Regretfully, we all just learned her mother is gravely ill. I couldn't help but wonder, how many others feel compelled to "put up a jolly good front" -- while their insides are behaving like a rock tumbler.

In keeping with "the times", our gift-giving was more frugal that we'd prefer.  How I long to watch my loved ones' eyes light up when they uncover a treasure that speaks to their hearts... to hear, "How did you know?".

So, no -- there were no BCS Championship Game tickets in my stocking yesterday morning ($1,049-and-up at last glance ~ isn't that crazy?) ....
.... But there's no way I'd trade my son's new family portrait ... the railroad-tie Cross ... or a grandchild's sweet hugs!

So, how was YOUR Christmas?   Yes, I'd really enjoying hearing!

Merry Christmas!

2010-12-24T11:56:00.002-07:00

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Doesn't it seem we've been listening to Christmas music since Halloween?

Nevertheless, here's "the one" of which I never grow weary.

Many have recorded Oh Holy Night ... but I don't think anyone does it better than ~~the~~ ~~Phantom~~ Michael Crawford ... gives me chills everytime I listen!

Wishing you all a very Merry Christmas!
God bless us, everyone!

A Partridge in a Pear Tree

2010-12-11T13:00:00.000-07:00

Really?!!!

One of my favorite authors, Sarah Ban Breathnach, had me laughing out loud this morning with her opening:
"I don't think many of our true loves are awaiting with bated breath for a partridge in a pear tree this year."

How did she know I'd be feeling overwhelmed .... near despair at not yet finding the Perfect-Whimsical-WOW! gifts I so long to present my loved ones?

I'm intrigued by her challenge: "Why don't you try to give them the Right Stuff?"

Certainly, it's a tall order .....
Still, I'd much rather focus on this mindset and give it a go!

From Simple Abundance:

On the 1st day of Christmas, I gave to my true loves:

The gift of my Undivided Attention

On the 2nd day of Christmas I gave to my true loves:

The gift of Enthusiasm

On the 3rd day of Christmas I gave to my true loves:

The gift of Creative Energy

On the 4th day of Christmas I gave to my true loves:

The gift of Simple Seasonal Pleasures

On the 5th day of Christmas I gave to my true loves:

The gift of Tenderness

On the 6th day of Christmas I gave to my true loves:

The gift of Good Cheer

On the 7th day of Christmas I gave to my true loves:

The gift of Beauty

On the 8th day of Christmas I gave to my true loves:

The gift of Communication

On the 9th day of Christmas I gave to my true loves:

The gift of Surprise

On the 10th day of Christmas I gave to my true loves:

The gift of Wonder

On the 11th day of Christmas I gave to my true loves:

The gift of Peaceful Surroundings

On the 12th day of Christmas I gave to my true loves:

The gift of Joy

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Be ready for the gifts of God!

The importance of applying punctuation on the teleprompter!

2010-12-06T08:38:00.003-07:00

Oh, I shouldn't laugh ... I really shouldn't.
...All the same, this just cracked me up. Don't you know this anchorman is still soooo embarrassed!

Gift Giving

2010-12-05T09:49:00.000-07:00

Every day provides its own gifts - Ruth P. Freeman

We are guaranteed experiences that are absolutely right for us today. We are progressing on schedule.

Today is full of special surprises, and we will be the recipient of the ones which are sent to help us grow. We might not consider every experience a gift at this time, but hindsight offers the clarity lacking at the moment - just as it has done in many times before.

We are only offered part of our personal drama each day. But we can trust our lives to have many scenes, many acts, points of climax, and a conclusion. Each of us tells a story with our lives, one different from all other stories and yet necessary to the telling of many other stories.

We can trust the drama and give fully to our roles.

Every day is a gift exchange. I give, and I will receive.

-- Excerpted from Daily Meditation for Women

The Sundae Effect

2010-12-01T19:50:00.000-07:00

(reprinted in part from one of my “beginner” posts for this week's Simple Pleasures.)

Woo-hoo! Summer’s finally released its grip on the Valley of the Sun! Don’t laugh, but when our temps drop below 50 degrees it’s practically cause to bring out the long underwear.

So here we are, approaching 'the most wonderful time of the year.' The last several days have (I think) set record cold temps .... yessss!

Contrasting our overnight lows, my spirits have skyrocketed …. I’m able to indulge in the “sundae effect” during my morning commute:

Once my car’s engine’s fully warmed, I set the blower on “max” ..... then roll down the window.
Right side "toasty" … left side, let's call it "brisk."

Wheeeeee, I’m feeling like a hot-fudge sundae!

(Say, we desert dwellers have to take pleasure where we can - LOL!)

Much Obliged

2010-11-27T09:43:00.000-07:00

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Don't you just love it, when something unexpectedly "drops in your lap" ... and you've an opportunity to share that glad news? When I awoke this morning, my mind began scrolling through (then rejecting) possibilities what to share on Spiritual Sundays. Then I discovered the following story in my email. I hope you enjoy!

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I believe that thankful people are happy people.

The late Dr. Fulton Oursler used to tell of an old woman who took care of him when he was a child -- a woman who not only expressed her thanks, but felt it. Anna was a former American slave who, after emancipation, was hired by the family for many years.

He remembered her sitting at the kitchen table, her hands folded and her eyes gazing upward as she prayed, "Much obliged, Lord, for my vittles." He asked her what vittles were and she replied that they were food and drink.

He told her that she would get food and drink whether or not she gave thanks, and Anna said, "Yes, we'll get our vittles, but it makes 'em taste better when we're thankful."

She told him that an old preacher taught her, as a little girl, to always look for things to be grateful for. So, as soon as she awoke each morning, she asked herself, "What is the first thing I can be grateful for today?" Sometimes the smell of early-morning coffee perking in the kitchen found its way to her room. On those mornings, the aroma prompted her to say, "Much obliged, Lord, for the coffee. And much obliged, too, for the smell of it!"

Young Fulton grew up and left home. One day he received a message that Anna was dying. He returned home and found her in bed with her hands folded over her white sheets, just as he had seen them folded in prayer over her white apron at the kitchen table so many times before.

He wondered what she could give thanks for at a time like this. As if reading his mind, she opened her eyes and gazed at the loving faces around her bed. Then, shutting her eyes again, she said quietly, "Much obliged, Lord, for such fine friends."

Oursler was deeply influenced by Anna's uncanny ability to always find some reason to be "much obliged."

This wise woman taught him a secret that many people have never learned: she taught him how to be happy.

-- Steve Goodier
LifeSupportSystem.com

Happy Thanksgiving!

2010-11-25T09:06:00.000-07:00

Groped!

2010-11-23T06:45:00.003-07:00

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OK, there's probably not a soul alive who's not heard (or witnessed) recent horror stories of the TSA v. John Doe.

So, prior to our mini-vacation, I was overly curious. Imagine my let-down when, at Sky Harbor's Terminal 4, there were no scanners, no itchy fingers. Same old, same old.

Not so fast! Returning home a week later, I was asked to step aside.
Was it my beady little eyes ... my attempts to appear nonchalant ....my choice of clothing?
Yes, that's it!: Baggy pants and even baggier hoodie ... bearing an oversize logo from a certain University.    As I detoured after the ~~warden~~ inspector, another called loudly, "Roll Tide!"   (Trying to "get my goat? I swear, he even winked!)

Have to admit, "my" inspect-ress was wonderful.    Obviously, I didn't know what to expect .... certainly not her courtesy and professionalism.    Initially, she asked, was I bruised or tender anywhere?   She then explained the procedure in detail before ever laying a hand on me.   Did I want a private room?   ("Honey, I lost most of my modesty 10 years ago.") The whole process took maybe 60 seconds.

The funny part?  .....Her expression when I remarked, "thank you; I appreciate your guys trying to keep us safe."

Suspicious .... Say whaaaaat?

Actually, its a lesson learned from my son shortly after 9/11.   As crazy as it seems, I honestly appreciate TSA's efforts.

Clearly, there's no excusing some recent behaviors ... unfortunately, there are jerks in all parts of society.
Still, I think the vast majority of these are decent men and women, tasked with a near-impossible job description.    I wouldn't want to "do" it! Would you?

Meanwhile, let's just pray someone arrives at a better idea!

Ordinary Blessings

2010-11-22T05:25:00.005-07:00

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So, Tony Bennett may have left his heart in San Francisco. As for me, I think a goodly portion of my brain cells remain in Alabama!

Remember that old rhyme, "Can't think. Mind's numb. Inspiration won't come!"
Do you ever get to feeling that way?

Yuppers, last week DH and I descended on the tiny community of Pike Road for a long-anticipated visit with my son and his family. You know, don't you -- it's never easy to adapt to another's household and not disturb their necessary rituals -- but I needn't have worried. I've the greatest DIL in the world!

Fall!!! I'd quite forgotten what Fall looks like, but Mother Nature was on her best behavior. Go ahead and laugh, but I was over the top at the opportunity to boot scoot 'round in my thick woolly socks. And DH was so cute ... sitting for hours at a time on the back deck ... his book (and the clock) quite forgotten.

Now, he'd probably deny having said so, but I actually heard him ask, "What would you think of living here?"

(Yes, I had to put on my "Voice of Reason hat" and remind the dear what humidity feels like in the Deep South!)

So yes, Thanksgivings still a few days away, but I sense my personal Thanksgiving's already been observed.

Whatever fills your heart, no matter the date ... may it leave you feeling a little lost!

P.S. - I've a few more "snapshots" to share in the next few days ... maybe even a surprise thank-you.

Thankful!

2010-11-21T09:52:00.001-07:00

As our hearts are full to overflowing ... these lyrics seem (to me), a perfect expression of the season!

May all of your your "right nows" find you blessed and eager to discover all that He has is wonderfully given.

(... 'n pardon my asking you to "mute" the soundbox below: I've not quite discovered how to do it myself!)

2010-11-11T09:25:00.004-07:00

Simple Pleasures

2010-11-10T18:25:00.001-07:00

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Aren't we all inclined to chuckle at the term, "Control Freak"?

There's so little we humanly can control! (Aside from our attitudes, of course ... but that's a whole 'nother story!)

So, I take a measure of comfort, of Simple Pleasure in the little things.....
Like a crisply fitted, neatly-made bed.

Yes, I shudder to think what Dr. Freud would make of it..... but I get a real sense of unease when the bedcovers are left askew -- almost a tangle reminder of all that's left UNdone in my life.

I once read that Jackie Kennedy Onassis insisted her bed linens be changed for a clean, freshly ironed set of sheets every morning. Now that's luxury!

Possible? Yes. But probable?
I don't know about you, but I don't have that kind of time on my hands!

... I'm satisfied to keep the little "control freak" that lives in my head happy with the covers tucked up nice and neat.

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Have yourselves a wonderful evening! And don't forget to stop by Dayle's "Simple Pleasures" for a dose of "feel good."

2010-11-06T15:24:00.001-07:00

The soldier stood and faced his God
Which must always come to pass...

He hoped his shoes were shining Just as brightly as his brass.
"Step forward now, you soldier, How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?"

The soldier squared his shoulders and Said,"No, Lord, I guess I ain't...
Because those of us who carry guns Can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays And at times my talk was tough,
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the streets are awfully tough.

But, I never took a penny That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime When the bills got just too steep,
And I never passed a cry for help, Though at times I shook with fear,
And sometimes, God forgive me, I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place Among the people here...
They never wanted me around Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here, Lord, It needn't be so grand,
I never expected or had too much, But if you don't, I'll understand."

There was a silence all around the throne
Where the saints had often trod...
As the soldier waited quietly, For the judgment of his God,
"Step forward now you soldier,
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."
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Dedicated to who all who serve --
May we Remember and Observe, not only this Thursday ....
but every day.

(These words are not mine; unfortunately, I don't have the author's name to credit.)

The Road Less Traveled

2010-10-27T18:22:00.001-07:00

Simple Pleasures ...ah, what a concept! Even on my worst days, everyone's stories just bring me right back! Come on along and visit awhile!

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So, I'm not unaware of my friends and colleagues' fond(?) ridicule: "Don't ride with Myra if you want to get there in a hurry!"

No, I'm not a particularly slow driver.  Avoiding the interstate is a conscious decision to arrive at my workplace in a good mood ~ stress-LESS and untroubled by the jostling, defensive posture that permeates I-10's morning rush.

Somedays, the hour-long drive seems a blessing:  Plenty of "me" time to energize -- or, at day's end, to decompress.
Right brain, left brain .... ReeeeeeVERSE!

The first 20 miles or so, there's but a smattering of vehicles, several empty miles between stop signs. Not much thought process required.

Ah, but that final stretch? You know, when all systems go on alert for the dreaded "Type A" -- that motorist who darts here n' there, in and out of traffic lanes like a hummingbird on crack.

Ya, I still "sweat the small stuff."   But, once in a while, Life presents an opportunity to smile............

2010-10-23T08:41:00.000-07:00

Wisdom is the quality that keeps you from getting into situations where you need it.
~ Doug Larson

Too often I find myself in "situations" of my own making. But happily, there's no short supply of Wisdom waiting to be had ... if we only ask with an open heart.

A dear friend recently shared this little parable. Please enjoy!

Time and Wisdom

Once upon a time there was an island where all feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love. One day it was announced that the island would sink. So all repaired their boats and left.

Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to persevere until the last possible moment. When the island was almost sinking, Love decided to ask for help.

Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, "Richness, can you take me with you?" Richness answered, "No, I can’t. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is not place here for you."

Love decided to ask Vanity, who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel. "Vanity, please help me!"

"I can’t help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat." Vanity answered.

Sadness was close by so Love asked for help. "Sadness, let me go with you." Love pleaded. But she replied, "Oh, Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!" Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her!

Suddenly a voice said, "Come, Love, I will take you!"

It was an elder of Love. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that he even forgot to ask the elder her name. When they arrived on dry land, the elder went her own way.

Love, realizing how much he owed the elder, asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who helped me?"

"It was Time." Knowledge answered.

"Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?"

Knowledge smiled with deep Wisdom and answered. "Because only with Time and Wisdom are you capable of understanding how great Love is."

~ Author Unknown

Hiding in Plain Sight

2010-10-19T05:43:00.013-07:00

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So, I opened a Facebook account last year ... invited a few friends ... then did nothing else.   The following (fictionalized) account might well be my own:

"Intelligent people she respected were constantly throwing things at her -- were the double entendres intentional? -- and she felt like Tom Hanks in the movie, Big, the part where he keeps raising his hand and saying, I don't get it!"

I've never possessed a knack for small talk.... knowing the right thing to say at the right time. That, coupled with a reluctance to reveal too much information - one wonders, what am I doing here? Perhaps it's time to fold my tent and back off stage as unobtrusively as I came?

Still, the little voyeur inside my head wouldn't be stilled.   What fun, plucking names from memory, peeking at their images, their now-day lives.

And then ... there was a girl. (Dear Granddaughter, that is.)
With good humor, she navigates me through the social etiquette:

"Where's the 'hide' button?
(Those who know me, realize the last thing I want to do at day's end is chat-on-command.)

"You can't hide, Grandma. If some one's name pops up, and you don't feel like chatting, just log off as quickly as possible"!

And then ... there was a boy.
An earlier version of myself believed him, the Love of my Life.   UNrealistic, our so-called romance was doomed by geography, by language.

My first reaction? Wow, he looks so old!  (Granted, I'm no longer a darling delinquent.)

Time.   Time and circumstance proved great healers. But, like a ragged cuticle, once in a while I'd allow myself to wonder, is he happy/wealthy/wise? Or (gulp!), is he still living?

Decades later, continents apart, we're FB "friends" - satisfied to trade the occasional "Have a good day."

Closure feels sooooo sweet.

Meanwhile? I've got a lot of living to do .... right here n' now!

2010-10-16T08:32:00.000-07:00

A pencil-maker told the pencils 5 important lessons just before putting them in the box:

EVERYTHING YOU DO WILL ALWAYS LEAVE A MARK.
YOU CAN ALWAYS CORRECT THE MISTAKES YOU MAKE.
WHAT IS IMPORTANT IS WHAT IS INSIDE OF YOU.
IN LIFE, YOU WILL UNDERGO PAINFUL SHARPENINGS, WHICH WILL ONLY MAKE YOU BETTER.
TO BE THE BEST PENCIL, YOU MUST ALLOW YOURSELF TO BE HELD AND GUIDED BY THE HAND THAT HOLDS YOU.

We all need to be constantly sharpened!

This parable may encourage you to know that you are a special person with unique God-given talents and abilities.

Only YOU can fulfill the purpose which you were born to accomplish.

Never allow yourself to get discouraged and think that your life is insignificant and cannot be changed; and, like the pencil ...

Always remember that the most important part of who you are is what's inside of you.

Camp Hope

2010-10-13T19:20:00.000-07:00

(Excerpted from Aich.com)

The folks in Chile are strangers whose language we don’t speak and whom we will never meet. Why does this story have the whole world riveted? Why do we care so intensely about them?

I believe it is because deep down, we all appreciate the tremendous value of life. Each individual is precious and beloved, an incredible reflection of God.

And that is why the Chilean government used every resource to save the miners. Experts came from around the world – survivalists, dieticians, psychologists, specialists from NASA, and drilling experts from a dozen countries. Nobody questions the decision to spend untold millions to rescue the 33 men.

The miners’ rescue is instructive in a very personal way as well, by raising the question: Do we feel enormous joy over the very fact we are alive?

Rabbi Nachum of Horadna, in describing the level of joy any person should feel, presented this scenario:

If God came to a dead man and said, "Rise from the grave and rejoice," imagine the colossal joy he would feel. Every moment with his family, every bird chirping, every breath is another gift!

We should strive for that same feeling all the time, said Rabbi Nachum of Horadna. Every morning when we get out of bed, we should thank the Almighty and feel the spectacular joy of being alive!

In a desolate patch of Chilean desert dubbed Camp Hope, all of humanity was sent a clear message: Human life is infinitely precious. Every life, every moment.

“As he comes out,” the mother of 33-year-old Victor Zamora Bugueno told CNN, “he will be reborn.”

Now let’s take that energy and live.

-- by Rabbi Shraga Simmons

Hairspray!

2010-10-11T05:22:00.002-07:00

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Am I the only one? ... Empathizing, that is, with Bernadette Peters' character in that old movie (the title escapes me!) when Burt Reynolds observes: "Nice hairdo. Do you ever find spiders in there?".

Ugh. Haven't we all know that self-involved caricature whose wit comes at another's expense?

Me? I'm prone to identify with the news anchor whose venomous, "I hate hair!" left me open-mouthed.
Granted, there was a back story: When I'd mustered the courage to approach the Great One to compliment her latest "do", I'd no clue that for too long 'S' had received more viewer feedback on her hairstyle than her craft.

Oh vey!
Were I to identify my own shortcomings, hair would be right up there!
Like "little feathers" one stylist remarked.

Hours spent praying I'd morph into a Breck girl are long gone. God doesn't make bargains, does He?

So, I cope - with a little help from my friends: Loads of stickum, coupled with a crazy hot blow-dryer.
Think Woody Woodpecker ... on a good day!

Ironic. Those days I'm too busy to force my "feathers" to a preconceived mold are times it looks best!  I slap on a smile and step outside my self-conscious.

If that doesn't work, there's usually a hat nearby.   God bless our lids!

How do you spell Charisma?

2010-10-09T08:07:00.001-07:00

Not that long ago, if were someone to ask me to name somebody who defines charisma, I'd most likely have replied, "Donald Trump." (Well, that's a different sort of chemistry, isn't it!)

These days, it's "an open smile, on a friendly shore." (The Looooove Boat, la-la-la.)
In all seriousness ..... doesn't a sincere smile just speak volumes?

I suppose the best definition I've heard was a story told by my former minister:

One day she asked her little son, "What if, hundreds of years ago, you were living and playing in Nazareth ...... Do you think you could identify which child was Jesus Christ?"

The child thought for a moment, then answered decisively, "Yes!"

"But, how? How would you know?"

"Because ... of the way He makes me feel."

And the beat goes on ...

2010-10-05T18:10:00.002-07:00

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You're right. I've been reluctant to discuss my workplace in print - particularly since two of our own were discovered making inappropriate comments on Facebook.

No company is perfect, but we do do a lot that's right. For example, our uncompromising, aggressive approach to Safety training.   As with any public organization, we've had our fair share of tragedy. But(!) at the same time, lives have been saved by employees' instinctive response.

So we train, and re-train:  from blood-borne pathogens (eeeew!) ... to CPR/AED -- including monthly emergency reenactments, etc.

And yes.... there's one in every crowd.
A while back, I'd not been told (or, wasn't paying attention) re. an upcoming drill. Overhearing the "Code 3" radio transmission I summoned the "real" 9-1-1 by mistake.   'Caught a lot of kidding over that little incident!

Honestly, I hope I'll never have to use my training.   Deep down, I'm leery - not about catching some dread disease; rather, of goofing up.

Still, having lost two loved ones to coronary heart disease, I want to urge everyone to become ~ and stay! ~ certified in CPR/AED.

The ~~Choirboys~~ -- er, Victims

This may sting for just a second .....

Our grown-up "Ken" dolls ... all better now!

Yes, you can!

A Humble Spirit

2010-10-02T07:45:00.001-07:00

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This made me smile ....
Excerpted from lifesupportsystem.com

I like the story of a young woman who wanted to go to college. Her heart sank, however, when she read the question on the admission form that asked, "Are you a leader?"

Being both honest and conscientious, she wrote, "No," and returned the application, expecting the worst.

To her surprise, she received this letter from the college:

"Dear applicant:

A study of the admission forms reveals that this year our school will enroll 1,452 new leaders.

We would like to accept you because we feel it is imperative that they have at least one follower."

Sometimes a little bit of humble pie goes well with a rich meal.

Actually, what passes for conceit in many people is often just a plea for attention. A poor sense of self may cause one to want to be the prominent star in every constellation. Humility, on the other hand, does not require that one shine less brightly than others, simply that all be given opportunity to shine.

That great 19th Century African American educator Booker T. Washington exemplified the power of a simple and modest spirit. A story is told of a day when Washington, then a professor at Tuskegee Institute in Alabama, happened to pass the mansion of a wealthy woman as he walked to work.

The woman did not recognize him and called out, "Hey you! Come here! I need some wood chopped!" She was a product of her southern post-Civil War culture and simply perceived him as a black man who was there to do her bidding.

Without a word, Dr. Washington peeled off his jacket, picked up the ax and went to work. He not only cut a large pile of wood, he also carried the firewood into the house and arranged it neatly by the fireplace.

He had scarcely left when a servant said to the woman, "I guess you didn't recognize him, ma'am, but that was Professor Washington!"

Embarrassed and ashamed, the woman hurried over to Tuskegee Institute to apologize. The great educator respectfully replied: "There's no need to apologize, madam. I'm delighted to do favors for my friends."

The professor may have taught one of his greatest lessons that day.

It was a lesson about astronomy: he taught that every star can shine without one out-shining all the others. It was a lesson about peace: he taught how self-interest must often be set aside for the good of the whole. And it was a lesson about spirituality: he taught about the power of a meek and humble spirit in a world where aggression is too-often confused with strength.

It is a lesson we are still learning.
-- Steve Goodier

2010-09-28T20:02:00.001-07:00

Come the Dawn

So, it's going to be another warm one today in the Valley of the Sun. (Yes, I've finally grown accustomed to natives reserving the word "hot" for temps exceeding 110.)

Initially, my pre-dawn ritual was born of necessity. Nowadays, it's a happy habit ... a Simple Pleasure.

Armed with a cup of "jump juice", I cherish the cool(-ish) air..... the precious stillness.
Navigating by memory, I pause to regard Orion's belt ... my interpretation of the Holy Trinity.
.....And allow myself to wonder -- how many other souls may be stopped at that same moment, absorbing the constellation.

In the time it takes to shower, the sky gently transforms itself -- the stars are no longer visible. But, of course, they're still there! It's my own mortal vision that's lacking.

Any minute now .... here comes the sun.   Genesis, rewritten with every dawn!

Powerful!

2010-09-27T05:38:00.014-07:00

This will certainly pull at your heart-strings!
Yes, it's a bit long -- but, oh wowser .... the music just leaves me wanting more, more, more!

I hope you agree, this is a wonderful way to begin the new week!

2010-09-25T14:19:00.000-07:00

I can stand what I know. It's what I don't know that frightens me.
-- Frances Newton

Not every day do we rise with the strength needed to do our part.
Fear of the unknown, often referred to as "free-floating anxiety" catches up to most everyone on occasion.

It's a given, fear cannot exist where there is faith. Nevertheless, certain obligations and scads of "what-if's"  recently threatened to undermine my confidence ....reminding me of faith's absence.

Reluctant to ask for help, I instead sought counsel in a favored book of daily devotions. In part it read, "Reach out, be attentive to others -- and the connection to God will be made."

"Shifting (the) focus from self-centered fears to another person's needs offers us a perspective on our own life. It also offers us a chance to let God work through us. Our own faith is strengthened each time we offer our services to God and to a friend in need. What may frighten us seems less important the closer we are to the people in our lives."

So, I'm not saying I felt poised - particularly when the power went out! But once I took a deep breath and turned my efforts "inside out", those crazy fears were certainly dimished; almost forgotten!

As Christians, we are charged to reach out to others with compassion, with love.  In turn, our answers will be realized.

May your Today be especially peaceful and pleasant .... aren't we so incredibly blessed?!

Gender contest?

2010-09-24T09:22:00.006-07:00

Have you seen this?

Which team do you think won?

Ha!

OK ...I totally missed "it" the first time, too!

2010-09-21T05:10:00.028-07:00

Are you ready for some football?
(Part II)

You bet-cha! DH and I've become huge fans of college football in the last couple of years..... specifically the Auburn Tigers.   Thank you, son!

'Not certain how to define this attraction.  Perhaps its (my) being awed by all the youthful idealism?   Since I've never been to a "real" college football game before, or tail-gated even!, we've planned our next trip to coincide with a storied rivalry this November.

One problem.   My silly old heart goes out to these boys (OK, men) who suffer injuries .... humiliating mistakes.   In the final seconds of last week's game the opponent's wide receiver dropped the ball near the end zone - cementing the Tigers' victory.   And as the credits rolled, the sideline cameras captured his face -- wet with so many tears -- my own face began to crumple.

Yes, that's part of Life.   What I've trouble wrapping my mind around are those gee-normous routs which occur so often.   I ask DH .... then son:   Why doesn't the winning orgaization "let" the other team score, just once - or, twice?"
"If I were coach, I'd be known as, the "Coach With Compassion." (So there!)

And, in separate conversations, a thousand miles apart, they answered as one:   "You'd be an UNEMPLOYED coach."

Is this a "guy" thing?

Guess I'd better grow a backbone, huh? -- and stick to my day job!
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2010-09-20T04:52:00.006-07:00

Mother used to caution .....
"Things could always be worse"!

So, how's your day going?

With a little help ....

2010-09-18T17:19:00.000-07:00

Western Oregon senior Sara Tucholsky had never hit a home run in her career. Central Washington senior Mallory Holtman was already her school's career leader .

But when a twist of fate and a torn knee ligament brought them face to face with each other and face to face with the end of their playing days, they combined on a home run trot that celebrated the collective human spirit far more than individual athletic achievement. (-Excerpted,ESPN)

When fellow Christians stumble and fall, we should follow the example of these ball players: Reach out, lift them up and carry them along!

If you've time to watch this moving video, please take a sec to "mute" my music box below. Thank you ... and have a blessed new week!

I'm still here ... sort of

2010-09-16T21:17:00.000-07:00

So, I've inherited this insane Project that's sucked every living bit of my thought processes....
what little's left, that is!

D-Day's but a week away ....
bear with me, ya'all?

Don't let it be forgot .....

2010-09-10T20:55:00.000-07:00

2010-09-04T07:34:00.000-07:00

Happy Labor Day weekend!!!
Imagine many of you are hitting the highways and skylanes in search of adventure.  I, too, used to go-go-go at a moment's notice ... chasing the song of the loreli.

Though this weekend marks DH's and my 6th wedding anniversary -- we're trying to embrace this "awful" concept called, fiscal responsibility. (LOL).

I'm thinking, travel needent involve suitcases and strange bathrooms (eeeeek!) .....
....that the following speaks of being "grounded" in what really matters!

For Closeness T-R-A-V-E-L
-- from LifeSupportSystem.com

Inmate Mitchell King had a visitor - his wife. King was serving a six-year jail term in Auckland, New Zealand for armed robbery. But his wife didn't want to be away from him for that long. So they held hands. And they stuck. She'd rubbed her palms with Super Glue.

Their new-found closeness was short-lived. And their separation painful. Her technique is not one I'd recommend for a closer relationship.

But if you want more closeness; if you desire relationships that are deeper and broader, more meaningful and longer-lasting, then remember the word 'travel.'

T is for TRUST. Trust is the glue that holds people together (not Super Glue). A relationship will go nowhere without it.

R is for RESPECT. 'Do not save your loving speeches for your friends till they are dead; do not write them on their tombstones, speak them rather now instead,' writes Anna Cummins. It's about respecting others and letting them know that you value them.

A is for AFFECTION. Sometimes affection means love. Sometimes it means a touch. Always it means kindness.

V is for VULNERABILITY. Though we may feel afraid to let another too close, no relationship will go anywhere without risking vulnerability. Entrepreneur Jim Rohn says, 'The walls we build around us to keep out the sadness also keep out the joy.' And the love.

E is for EMOTIONAL INTIMACY. Learn to be open. Learn to communicate freely. What kinds of relationships you make are largely determined by how openly you have learned to communicate.

L is for LAUGHTER. Victor Borge got it right when he said, 'Laughter is the shortest distance between two people.' It's also the most enjoyable.

For relationships that can really go somewhere, just remember the word 'travel.' Then enjoy the trip!

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Oooh, what a feeling!

2010-09-01T20:09:00.000-07:00

So, I'm not real fond of having my hair trimmed every few weeks, but there's a sweet, silver lining!

No surprise, my hair "guru" is a busy gal. There's not much time to cleanse... repeat ... and condition.
But I'm telling ya, let them stick my head backwards against cool porcelain and I'm a goner! My nose goes into overdrive at those aromas ...........while the rest of me slowly melts.

Why does it feel sooooo good to have someone else wash your hair?

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In case Life's gotcha by the horns today, why not wander over to Dayle's place for more great examples of being good to yourself ... it's all about Simple Pleasures!

2010-08-31T20:02:00.001-07:00

My Reality is Virtual

Excerpted from Riches of the Heart by Steve Goodier.

In the “Journal of the American Medical Association,” Dr. Paul Ruskin demonstrated how our perception of reality (not actually what is going on, but how we perceive it) determines how we feel about it. While teaching a class on the psychological aspects of aging, he read the following case to his students:

The patient neither speaks nor comprehends the spoken word. Sometimes she babbles incoherently for hours on end. She is disoriented about person, place, and time. She does, however, respond to her name. I have worked with her for the past six months, but she still shows complete disregard for her physical appearance and makes no effort to assist her own care. She must be fed, bathed, and clothed by others. Because she has no teeth, her food must be pureed. Her shirt is usually soiled from almost incessant drooling. She does not walk. Her sleep pattern is erratic. Often she wakes in the middle of the night, and her screaming awakens others. Most of the time she is friendly and happy, but several times a day she gets quite agitated without apparent cause. Then she wails until someone comes to comfort her.

After presenting the case, Dr. Ruskin asked his students how they would like caring for this person. Most of them said they would not like it at all.

He then said that he believed he would especially enjoy it and thought that they might, also. He passed a picture of the patient around for his puzzled students to see. It was his six-month-old daughter!

Most of the students had already made up their minds that they would not like caring for such a patient. But the age of the patient, rather than the actual duties, made the task seem fun and enjoyable! When they thought the task might be fun, they were positive about it, though their reaction just moments before was quite negative.

You and I have numerous tasks ahead. How will you look at them today? As pleasant or unpleasant? As chores or as fun? When you think you may actually enjoy them – you probably will!

2010-08-28T18:15:00.002-07:00

Stairway to Heaven?

So, I'm thinking, miracles can be elusive... akin to one of my favorite song from the 60's, "Butterfly of Love."
How to relate? Right here, right now? I'll borrow from childhood:

Growing up just outside Santa Fe, New Mexico, I was all too familiar with the infamous Loretto Staircase. Yes, that's a sigh ….. remembering the sheer boredom I felt every time my parents felt compelled to parade out-of-town family and friends to that Chapel.

Only now – decades removed from “The City Different” can I appreciate it's history and charm.

One reviewer has written:

Architects will tell you it should have crashed the moment someone set foot on it.

Scientists say it defies the laws of gravity.

But the Sisters of Loretto know: It was a miracle.

If you've not had an opportunity to see it personally, you may enjoy this moving depiction. (Please, don't forget to "mute" my playlist, below.)

Simple Pleasures - Old Towels

2010-08-25T19:47:00.000-07:00

It's that time again! Go back, deep inside, to that which makes your soul smile. It's actually easy ... remembering Simple Pleasures!

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Yes, I’m often intimidated by inanimate objects. For example,

SaranWrap™ is not my friend ….
~ nor are linen slacks
…..or pretty towels.

Towels, you say?

You know … those with an impossibly smooth finish, boasting satiny trim. I once spent a weekend with a friend whose guest bath contained these objects d’art. Honest, I was inclined to use their T.P. to remove my makeup!

What shouts, “Comfort!” around our house are several aged, nubby towels— worn from too many wash cycles -- thirsty critters, unafraid of the occasional lipstick stain, grubby palms, what-have-you.

Of course, they go into hiding when “proper folk” stop by!
These excerpts from an olden magazine pretty well define what I’m trying to express:

“To be in fashion, a towel must be new; and I find that I have very little affection for my towels until they are old.”

“Company towels? Have them better than the family towels, if you please; but be sure to have the family take the “new” off. This may be hard on the family, but the wiping guest will love you more and leave behind a blessing instead of a reproach!”

Unity through Uniqueness

2010-08-20T20:47:00.000-07:00

- Excerpted from Wisdom of Wolves by Twyman Towery, PhD.

There is not a more eerie, mournful, frightening or beautiful sound at night than the musical extravaganza of a howling wolf pack. Campers and hunters who have heard this chorus are filled with wonder, but are also usually immobilized by fear. Because of the melody of voices, it often sounds like they are surrounded by scores of wolves.

In truth, there are usually no more than 5-8 wolves howling in a pack. The secret is that the wolves are always careful not to duplicate each other. Each wolf assumes a unique pitch, respecting the distinctiveness of other members of the pack. While the notes may change, as in any beautiful song, one wolf will not copy the pitch of another.

Interestingly, this respect for the individual only emphasizes the true unity of the group. They are one, but they are individuals, each contributing to the organization in their own unique way. Every wolf has his own voice. Every wolf respects the voice of every other wolf.
While no one knows for sure why wolves sing, nature has blessed them with a talent they have perfected through the generations: They are happy, excited, playful, territorial and sorrowful; they may be simply reaffirming the spirit and unity of their pack.

After all, why do birds sing? Why do we?

An additional reason that wolves may howl is that it provides a time, a place and an event for all social barriers to be broken. Wolves have a strong social order, with each member understanding its role and place. But when wolves howl together, all barriers are dropped, as if to say, “We are one, but we are all unique, so don’t tread on us.”

The wolf symphony makes the pack appear a much more formidable foe than would be the case if they all sounded the same.

So, too, are human organizations and families more formidable when the awareness of each individual is celebrated rather than stifled.

Simple Pleasures, continued

2010-08-18T20:18:00.000-07:00

Remember when ....

You hit your stride right about midnight? Naturally, one requires a serious dose of Comfort Food to keep on keepin' on!

So, I "borrowed" this shot of my 16-yo "grand" from her FB page. She and her BFF were celebrating their last all-nighter before heading back to school.

Me? I'm much too old to remember what midnight feels like - LOL! ...

but I sure haven't outgrown the urge for an occasional late-night binge. (Did I just say, occasional?)

More often than not, it's JIF extra-crunchy peanut butter ... served icy cold on a big soup spoon.

What's your guilty pleasure?

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Please help yourself to more Simple Pleasures over at Dayle's place.

You'll be so glad to did!

2010-08-14T10:54:00.000-07:00

Your Valuable Friends

by Steve Goodier .................http://LifeSupportSystem.com

I heard a story about an older woman who stood in line at the Post Office. She struck up a conversation with a young man next to her. He noticed that she had no packages to mail, and asked why she was standing in line. She said that she just needed a few stamps.

"Ma'am, you must be tired standing here. Did you know there's a stamp machine over there in the corner?" He pointed to the machine built into the wall.

"Why yes, thank you," the lady replied, "but I'll just wait here a little while longer. I'm getting close to the window."

The customer became insistent. "But it would be so much easier for you to avoid this long line and buy your stamps from the machine."

The woman patted him on the arm and answered, "Oh, I know. But that old machine would never ask me how my grandchildren are doing."

She had a need greater than the need for postage stamps - a need to feel connected to other people. And it was a need that could not be met by a stamp machine.

When Harry Truman was thrust into the U.S. presidency at the death of Franklin Roosevelt, a colleague and friend - Congressman Sam Rayburn of Bonham, Texas - gave Truman some fatherly advice.

Rayburn said, "Harry, from here on out, you're going to have lots of people around you. They'll try to put a wall around you and cut you off from any ideas but theirs. They'll tell you what a great man you are, Harry. But you and I both know you ain't." Friends can say those things to each other.

Later, when Sam Rayburn discovered that he was seriously ill, he told his friends in Congress that he was going home to Bonham for medical tests. "But there are excellent doctors and medical facilities in Washington D.C." some of them argued. "Why would you want to go to Bonham?"

"Because," the congressman replied, "Bonham is a place where people know it when you're sick, and where they care when you die."

Rayburn had a need greater than good medical assistance. He needed friends. Someone to ask how his grandchildren were doing. Someone to sit by him and stop by his home. Someone to care. A few close friends meant more than the best medical facilities in the world.

Who is such a friend to you? That person is more valuable than your greatest possession.

Have you said ... thanks?

Excerpted: LifeSupportSystem.com

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On a personal note, I want to send a big bouquet of thanks to all who held my DH in your prayers earlier this week .... his news was good.

Still, we are honored to hold those who are fighting the Good Fight in our hearts and our prayers.

Simple Pleasures

2010-08-12T18:39:00.000-07:00

Dayle at Simple Pleasures

invites us to Stop! Look! Listen! ... to slow down and pay closer attention to the simple things in life.

So at the end of the workday, when all's said and done ... my soul's ready to absorb the "warm fuzzies." I think the best moments in life are, indeed, the simplest!

My definition of a perfect Saturday afternoon?

Blank agenda + good book + big comfy couch.

My eyes are growing heavy, heavy, heavy ...........

I totally take back all those times I didn’t want to nap when I was younger!

What the Doctor Ordered!

2010-08-10T07:51:00.000-07:00

So, I've an unaccustomed day off. DH is due later today for his annual “poke n' peek” – his terminology for a necessary biopsy to ensure no new cancer cells have germinated. Four years clear … and counting! Your prayers are soooooo appreciated – that today marks Year #5.

Understandably we've been a bit tense …. and this morning's e-mail contained just the trigger to provoke my “funny bone.” No matter your circumstance, hope you, too, find reason to laugh aloud!

UPS Airlines

Remember, it takes a college degree to fly a plane, but only a high school diploma to fix one -- a reassurance to those of us who fly routinely in our jobs.

After every flight, UPS pilots fill out a form, called a 'gripe sheet,' which tells mechanics about aircraft problems. The mechanics correct the problems, document the repairs on the form, and then pilots review the gripe sheets before the next flight.

Never let it be said that ground crews lack a sense of humor. Here are some actual maintenance complaints submitted by UPS pilots (marked with a P) and the solutions recorded (marked with an S) by maintenance engineers.

By the way, UPS is the only major airline that has never, ever, had an accident.

P: Left inside main tire almost needs replacement.
S: Almost replaced left inside main tire.

P: Test flight OK, except auto-land very rough.
S: Auto-land not installed on this aircraft.

P: Something loose in cockpit.
S: Something tightened in cockpit.

P: Dead bugs on windshield.
S: Live bugs on back-order.

P: Autopilot in altitude-hold mode produces a 200-feet-per-minute descent.
S: Cannot reproduce problem on ground.

P: Evidence of leak on right main landing gear.
S: Evidence removed.

P: DME volume unbelievably loud.
S: DME volume set to more believable level.

P: Friction locks cause throttle levers to stick.
S: That's what friction locks are for.

P: IFF inoperative in OFF mode.
S: IFF is always inoperative in OFF mode.

P: Suspected crack in windshield.
S: Suspect you're right.

P: Number 3 engine missing.
S: Engine found on right wing after brief search.

P: Aircraft handles funny. (I love this one!)
S: Aircraft warned to straighten up, fly right and be serious.

P: Target radar hums.
S: Reprogrammed target radar with lyrics..

P: Mouse in cockpit.
S: Cat installed.

And the best one for last .....

P: Noise coming from under instrument panel. Sounds like a midget pounding on something with a hammer.
S: Took hammer away from the midget.

2010-08-07T14:01:00.000-07:00

No, I'm not particularly fond of surprises. Like the Scouts' motto cautions, “Be Prepared” …so I've journeyed.

DH regularly, gently chastises, “Why do you always jump to the 'worst case' scenario?”

Why? So I can be ready, with a Plan. Any other conclusion is like ….well, icing on the cake. Looking back, (I rationalize) everything Awful that's ever happened to me occurred when I wasn't paying attention.

Ya, right. Can't you imagine God chuckling?

Still, I sense I'm not a lone ranger. So today I'd like to share a meditation that speaks to my crazy impulse to wander about, cloaked in a parachute and bubblewrap ….

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Where are our minds right now? Are we focused fully? Or, are our minds wandering off to events scheduled for later today, or tomorrow perhaps? The simple truth is that this moment is all God has allowed right now. It's His design that we live fully each moment, as it comes. Therein lies the richness of our lies. Each moment contributes to the full pattern that's uniquely our own.

We must not miss the potential pleasure of any experience because our thoughts are elsewhere. We never know when a certain situation may be a door to our future. What we do know is that God often has to work hard getting our attention – perhaps allowing many stumbling blocks in order to get us back on target.

Being in tune with now, this moment, guarantees a direct line of communication to God. It also guarantees a full life. Our purpose becomes clear as we trust our steps to God's guidance. How terribly complicated we make life by living in the past, the present and the future all at once!

Let me tell thee, time is a very precious gift of God, so precious that it's only given to us moment by moment. - Amelia Barr.

Monsoon!

2010-08-07T09:58:00.001-07:00

This is just about my favorite old "feel good" commercial spot.

If it rains all weekend, just pretend you're a duck! Quack, quack, waddle, waddle ....
(... don't forget to "mute" my playlist button!)

Hurray for Hollywood!

2010-08-05T05:15:00.014-07:00

Do you enjoy going "out" to the movies? Since the arrival of Netflix, I’m thrilled that “date night” translates to pj’s and wings in front of our own television…. no muss, no fuss!

As is often the case, a coworker and I began our Monday, discussing our favorite movies and performances.

Neither of us is particularly fond of “pretty boys” – aka' Brad Pitt or Tom Cruise – so there was no bloodshed, scratching, hair-pulling. :)
I'll admit, their names are synonymous with box-office gold. But, are their performances particularly memorable? Maybe. I don’t want to get into a spitting contest over something I’m sure not qualified to debate!

So, hands-down, my favorite actor is Tom Hanks. For instance ... how many actors can perform for 90 minutes opposite a volleyball… and still suck you in? Remember that scene in Castaway when “Wilson” floated away? I wept like a baby -- over an inanimate object …. go figure!

How about you? Has a special movie moment given you pause that lasts and lasts?
....Just curious!

I'd like to thank ....

2010-08-03T17:58:00.002-07:00

......Sweet Sandie for this cute award!

If you're not already familiar with her blog, RUN (don't walk!) on over to her spot in the sun -- http://chattycrone.blogspot.com/
Thank you, Sandie!
Yes, a few "to-do's" are in order:

1. Thank and link back to the person who gave you this award. (Check!)

2. Share 7 things about yourself:
OK, other than what's already shown on my profile? ....

a. Subtract the part about water, and I'm a "typical" Pisces.

b. If there were "do-overs", I'd like to work as a homicide detective ... I love good mysteries!

c. Rainy days do get me down ... but I love the snow!

d. Are you sincere? I really try to be -- and value that trait in others.

e. I love to travel, but still haven't conquered my fear of flying.

f. I'm conservative - both in my politics and lifestyle.

g. I still care WAY too much what others think of me.

3. Pass the award along to 15 bloggers who you have recently discovered and who you think are fantastic.

Hmmm. I don't get 'round much (yet!) ... and haven't 15 followers (yet!) ...LOL.
So, I'd like to offer a big-old invitation to whomever may be passing through -
Please, help yourselves to this sweet award ....and spread some of YOU all over the place (just put on a happy faaaaace!).

Thought for the Day

2010-08-02T10:50:00.004-07:00

Women are angels, and when someone breaks our wings,

we simply continue to fly...on a broomstick.

We are flexible. :)

2010-07-31T09:30:00.001-07:00

Isn't it curious, how "ah!" moments sometimes arrive in the most unlikely, unexpected form? Some months ago, our officeplace fax began spitting out weekly issues of something called, Shabbat Shalom Weekly. Electronic spam? .... or not?

I'm chagrined to admit it, but for years I assumed a somewhat bigoted, (ignorant) attitude regarding others' belief systems. I barely gave these papers a second glance before discarding. Then one day my curiosity won out..... whada-ya know about that?

I'd like to share an (abbreviated) excerpt today ....

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When your time on this earth is complete, what is it that you would like to leave to your children?

Most people think about transferring their wealth. However, my friend Marc Sheridan shared with me a study that unless parents transfer "5 Capitals" -Financial, Social, Human, Intellectual and Spiritual - to their children, 70% of their wealth will dissipate within 2 generations and 90% will disappear within 3 generations!

Part of the Spiritual Capital is what you have learned about life - what is truly valuable, insights into people, how to use your time. Would that be something that you would like to leave to your children? It's called an Ethical Will.

This week I share with you an Ethical Will from Joe Berman, a moving force in many organizations working to better the world.

MR. BERMAN'S ETHICAL WILL

"All of you are familiar with a legal will, in which you dispose of all your property and designate the beneficiary of each asset. What the prime motivating values governing your life are - and how through the prism of your own experience, God's laws are enacted and validated.

"Make a commitment, and get thee a spouse - a lone person is nothing but lonely - but with a spouse, and with God's help, children can be a reality. A family is formed, and you are at the beginning of the future. A family leads to being part of a community, and within a community, you are a force and you have strength.

"Make your family home an oasis of faith, tranquillity, light and warmth so that it becomes an example worthy of emulation.

"Share - share your feelings, your joys, your sorrows, and your blessings. Everything you have is not only a result of your own efforts, but by and large, it is Providential. When trouble strikes, we all ask 'Why me?' Similarly, when you have abundance, you should ask 'Why me?' Share your earnings, your income, and your assets with your community and its institutions.

"Be alive. Learn to let yourself feel. Learn the language of emotion. Learn to savor each moment even if it does not last - in fact savor it because it does not last.

"Learn to thank God for creating emotions and feelings. Each day let one person feel comfort because of you. Each day let one person see hope because of you.

"Do not be indifferent. Indifference is a greater danger than evil, because it precedes evil and allows it to flourish.

"Learn and practice the absolute standards taught in our Torah in our relationships with others so that our society can continue to function smoothly. Do not associate with those who do not adhere to a high level of conduct.

"Communicate not only by speaking, but also by listening. Listen for silences and for pauses - for these express as much as words.

"Do it now - act now. Each day must be planned, and its results must be evaluated and measured each evening.

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I Rescued a Human Today

2010-07-27T20:50:00.003-07:00

I was so touched to receive the following piece ....
and wanted to pay it forward - hoping you, too, might be touched!

I Rescued a Human Today

Her eyes met mine as she walked down the corridor peering apprehensively into the kennels. I felt her need instantly and knew I had to help her. I wagged my tail, not too
exuberantly, so she wouldn't be afraid.

As she stopped at my kennel I blocked her view from a little accident I had in the back of my cage. I didn't want her to know that I hadn't been walked today. Sometimes the shelter keepers get too busy and I didn't want her to think poorly of them. As she read my kennel card I hoped that she wouldn't feel sad about my past. I only have the future to look forward to and want to make a difference in someone's life.

She got down on her knees and made little kissy sounds at me. I shoved my shoulder and side of my head up against the bars to comfort her. Gentle fingertips caressed my neck; she was desperate for companionship.

A tear fell down her cheek and I raised my paw to assure her that all would be well.

Soon my kennel door opened and her smile was so bright that I instantly jumped into her arms. I would promise to keep her safe. I would promise to always be by her side. I would promise to do everything I could to see that radiant smile and sparkle in her eyes.

I was so fortunate that she came down my corridor.
So many more are out there who haven't walked the corridors.
So many more to be saved.

At least I could save one.
I rescued a human today.

Home again, home again....

2010-07-25T09:41:00.005-07:00

.....Jiggidy, jig!

I love this quote by the late, great Erma Bomback --
"Myths that need clarification: 'No matter how many times you see the Grand Canyon, you are still emotionally moved to tears.'
False. It depends on how many children the out-of-towners brought with them who kicked the back of your seat from Phoenix to Flagstaff and got their gum caught in your hair."

...Just kidding! My grands have outgrown that stage -- tho' I can still identify with the ~~unrest~~ sheer boredom that accompanies a road trip far, far away from any teenager's Real Life.

Did we have fun? Ooooh, yes! ... from time to time, I even forgot about being The. Adult.Who.Must.Set.An.Example!

My favorite mental snapshots --

...The Grand Canyon isn't just a place you go down a few steps and stare at a big hole in the ground. (Chloe, age 12.)

...Sooooooo gorgeous!!! (Oh, not the Canyon - rather, a young desk clerk at our hotel; or! the shirtless Frenchman sunning himself on the overlook -- certain "eye candy" to a certain 16-year old - who shall, of course, remain nameless!)

I learned....

...How it feels to be woefully out-of-shape :(

...That a Blackberry device isn't really all that mysteriously difficult (are you listening, Santa Claus?)

...What a Kardashian is (are?) .. and why I should care?

...I really need to learn more about my adopted State's rich history. (No, I'm NOT smarter than a 5th Grader!)

...I've finally reached the age where I just don't care if anyone stares when I throw a quarter in the box and jump on a mechanical pony.

...and finally: How wonderful it feels to simply sit and stare at these incredible creatures who allow me to share their lives. I feel so blessed!!!

Is this the fun part yet?

Boo, grandma! (We weren't actually moving - if so, I'd probably have bit my tongue in two!)

This was actually taken for magazine's photo contest - cross your fingers!!!

Fearsome Foursome at Jerome!

I may have met this gal at a Red Hat event before?

Have I Told You Lately?

2010-07-24T17:20:00.001-07:00

Yes, I'm often inclined to look for prayer sources apart from the traditional.
While I realize (gulp!) that not everyone shares my passion for Rod Stewart .... when I heard his rendition of Van Morrison's ballad, I was struck -- this isn't a love song to a woman; the writer is expressing his love for God!

Have I told you lately that I love you;

Have I told you there's no one above you;

You fill my heart with gladness,

Take away my sadness,

Ease my troubles, that's what you do!

Oh, the morning sun in all its glory

Greets the day with hope and comfort too.

And you fill my life with laughter,

You can make it better

Ease my troubles that's what you do.

There's a love that's divine
and it's yours and it's mine -- like the sun.
And at the end of the day, we should give thanks and pray........

Wishing everyone and safe and joy-filled new week!

W.W.J.D.

2010-07-10T17:36:00.015-07:00

So, there are many people who have a fascination with professional wrestling.
Personally, I don't get it -- but on the other hand, it's so great to have that clear display of black and white:

Here's the Good Guy who must be loved at all costs, cheered for at all costs. (Never mind that 3 months ago he was the Bad Guy. Now he's shaved.)   There are no compromises, no exceptions, no wondering, "What's the truth behind that?"   There's no "behind that." There's just the Good Guy.

And by the same token, it is nice to have such a clear-cut Bad Guy.  We can "boo" him no matter what, anytime he comes out and salivates and points his finger and makes amazing threats. We can "boo" him without any sense of fear that we're doing the right thing.  Because he is the Bad Guy.

I'm reminded of a story our pastor shared years ago:

He had been talking about how silly wrestling is, so many federations and acronyms ..... and how that's a symbol of everything that is wrong with everything. One gentleman -- one you might call a "bull-dog believer" -- was right there on the front row.   And there, on his wrist he wore a bracelet from one of those wrestling federations -- the W.W.J.D.
Pastor was infuriated .....he didn't know what it really stood for! (It's important to know the whole story before we act, isn't it?)

What Would Jesus Do? It's a wonderful thing to have heroes like that! It is a powerful thing. When we get into a spot and don't know what to do ..... when we have a lot of paths but we're sure that only one of them is going to lead us where we want to go ... it's a good thing to ask, "What would Jesus do right now?"

But there is a challenge.   When we think about a hero that is so big, doing things that are so awesome, it becomes difficult to imagine, what would Jesus do in my situation?

In Scripture, there's a story about Jesus and the money changers, there is a story about Jesus and the woman at the well.
There's no story about Jesus and the emergency room, Jesus and the bad stock tip, Jesus and the office.

So, if those kinds of things are in my life, how do I apply what I find in Scripture to my situation? I have to think about it... pray about it: What is my adversary? What is the "bad guy" in the wresting match I'm experiencing?

And I remember how many presences and powers there are in the Universe -- there is but one God. Knowing that, if I have this Bad Guy out there who is stopping me from whatever it is, then I begin to realize something important about that Bad Guy - it's not real.   There is no more room for whatever that Bad Guy is.

God gives his children life... It is time to live.   God gives his children strength... It's time to get past it. God gives his children love... It is time to get done with fear.