Saturday, January 28, 2012

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

Sunday, January 22, 2012


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!

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Happy New Year!

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!