Saturday, November 21, 2009

Expressing Thanks

Given recent events, I woke the other day determined to make a choice ..... resume my ridiculous “pity-party” or, slap on a smile and Give Thanks for the new day. Dusting off my neglected “Gratitude Journal” ~ then spending quality time in reflection ~ has made such a difference! Tucked inside I found this story .....a unique, but sweet example of expressing thanks:

It tells of a female humpback whale that had become entangled in a spider-web of crab traps and lines. She was weighted down by hundreds of pounds of traps that caused her to struggle to stay afloat. She also had hundreds of yards of line rope wrapped around her body, her tail, her torso; a line tugging in her mouth.

A fisherman spotted her just east of the Farralone Islands (outside the Golden Gate bridge) and radioed an environmental group for help. Within a few hours, the rescue team arrived and determined that she was so bad off; the only way to save her was to dive in and untangle her …..a very dangerous proposition! One slap of the tail could kill a rescuer.

They worked for hours with curved knives and eventually freed her. When she was free, the divers said she swam in what seemed like joyous circles. She then came back to each and every diver, one at a time, and nudged them gently – she thanked them. Some said it was the most incredibly beautiful experience of their lives. The guy who cut the rope out of her mouth says her eye was following him the whole time and he will never be the same.

“May you and all those you love, be so blessed and fortunate to be surrounded by people who will help you get untangled from the things that are binding you. And may we be so filled with gratitude that we swim in circles of joy!”

A most blessed Thanksgiving to you all!

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Why not?

Did you happen to see "Where's George" out on Changes in the Wind? You bet-cha, I hurried right on over to learn more.

So, two (slightly mangled) "George's" are now in circulation, and I've "passed the torch" to our grandchildren and friends here-there-'n-yon.

Reckon there's far worse ways in which to spend the time!

Tuesday, November 17, 2009


This would get my attention for sure!!! Can you imagine the noise?

A Navy F/A-18F Super Hornet crew got permission for a low-level demonstration flight, as part of the opening ceremony for a speedboat race on the Detroit River earlier this year.
Here is the moment a US Navy pilot gave a shocked resident a very close look at his F18. The fighter/bomber streaked past an apartment block on the banks of the Detroit River. It was part of a tactical demonstration fly-past to open a speedboat race in the North American city. Officials waived rules to allow the Navy flyers to swoop under 100ft along the waterway.

One resident said, "I couldn't believe how low they flew and how close they came to our building". "I am sure the pilot waved at me." The jets had flown in from the Naval Air Station Oceana in Virginia to put on a spectacular show for thousands of spectators.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Shoulders, Whine (and Cheese)

OK, call me “slacker.”
In defense, I’ve been really cranky of late. Like Thumper’s momma cautioned, “If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.”

I’ve always been blessed with a high tolerance for pain, but gotta admit, lately I’ve entertained thoughts of coyote-like behavior … just gnawing my arm off at the shoulder. Odd, that out of some 100 employees, 5 of us developed “bum” shoulders a few months back ~ just in time for what the tourism industry refers to as “Shoulder Season.”

Initial x-rays revealed, quote, “ragged bone ends.” Aleve, icing n’ exercise…. should be good to go in 4-6 weeks. OK, I’m not big on patience, but they’re the experts, right? Un-uh. The discomfort’s intensified, to the point where sleep’s a Luxury and getting dressed resembles a 3-ring circus.

Back to Ortho-man last week – who, without benefit of further diagnostics – changed his tune to “frozen shoulder” syndrome … with a prognosis of 18-24 months. (sigh.) Basically, if I don’t undergo his recommendation of cortisone injections, Ortho-man seems uninterested in further assistance. (Is it just me, or does that sound like a threat?) Am I just being a big whuss? I’d love to hear from someone who’s actually undergone that protocol.

OK, given my IN-aptitude for the sciences … I wouldn’t last 24 hours in med school. Still, akin to a toddler, I want to know “WHY.” I’d really like a definite diagnosis, but the insurance company is reluctant to green-light an MRI.

So, before I make a decision, I’m consulting my PCP (aka, “Welby/McDreamy.”)

Then again, there’s always “Coyote therapy” ...

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Don't Quit!

I received the following in an e-mail, and found it so reassuring ... hope you do too!

One day, a man decided to quit. He wanted to quit his job, his relationships, his spirituality ..... he even wanted to quit his life.

He went to the woods to have one last talk with God. "God", he said, "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?"

The answer surprised him. "Look around", God said, "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?"

"Yes", the man replied.

"When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them. I gave them light. I gave them water. The fern quickly grew from the earth. Its brilliant green covered the floor. Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo."

"In the second year the fern grew more vibrant and plentiful. And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo."

"In the third year there was still nothing from the bamboo seed. But I would not quit."

"In the fourth year, again, there was nothing from the bamboo seed. Still, I would not quit."

"Then, in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth. Compared to the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant. But just 6 months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall!It had spent the five years growing roots. Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive.

I would not give any of my creations a challenge they could not handle," He said. "Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots? I would not quit on the bamboo. I will never quit on you! Don't compare yourself to others. The bamboo had a different purpose than the fern. Yet they both make the forest beautiful. Your time will come," God said. "You will rise high."

"How high should I rise?" the man asked.
"How high will the bamboo rise?" He asked in return.
"As high as it can?"

"Yes", He said, "Give Me glory by rising as high as you can. And remember...I will never leave you, nor forsake you. I will never give up on you. I will never, ever quit on you."

- Author Unknown

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Bloggy Luncheon + Surprises

Happy days are here again!
Can you believe, it’s November already?! Not a minute too soon, I’m head-over-teakettle with these cool autumn mornings!

So, last week I finally had an opportunity to "play hookey" from work and join several Arizona Bloggers (17 in fact!) for lunch at Gooseberries … a cute little tea room in north Phoenix.

To be honest, I’m more inclined to frequent spots featuring meaty slabs of ribs and fat burgers (think, grease running down your wrist) … all the same, it was a great time and I managed to mind my manners (LOL)!
Sensing my apprehension, Marty over at A Stroll Thru Life immediately made sure I was comfortable. For sure, she’s a wonderful example of Texas hospitality! I cherished the opportunity to meet Sherry ... the type of gal I wish were my sister -- had I been blessed with siblings, that is. ‘Twas loads of fun, putting live faces with their written words … the atmosphere was positively electric!

And look what followed me home!
This cute little dude was my exchange giveaway from CeeKay at Thinkin' of Home. His presentation so winsome, at first I didn’t want to disturb the wrappings.

Fast-forward a few days … then I spot a Missouri return address in our office mail. Do you know what THIS is?

Dang, I wasted no time, taking that sucker in hand and…. ooooooh, what a feeling! Call me a “redneck” if you will, some things are just better served with a helping of Common Sense.

Hubby was surprised and so quick to smile at his new Missouri Meerschaum pipe. (OK, it may not be “P.C.” to be a smoker these days … but one takes pleasure where they can.)

Thank you, Rita and Frank!!!!!

Color me, spoiled rotten ... and incredibly blessed by these friendships!