Tuesday, August 21

. . clean up, clean up ~ everybody, do your share ~

. . .our neighborhood will be cleaning up from last night's storm for a while today and probably some will be at it for a few days.  We had a crazy big storm last night and I am now aware of how fortunate we were to only have a very young tree that was uprooted and easily pushed back into place...

This was what I saw on my walk with the pups earlier ~ big old palm fronds were laying in the streets and in front of houses EVERYWHERE ~ but three very tall palms on a street couple over from us in the community must have been top heavy because they hadn't been pruned lately, or were particularly shallow rooted, because and they had completely toppled over like our tree... [in those cases the neighbors across the street from them were probably scared witless in the storm last night, because the trees were so tall they reached all the way across the street and the houses opposite had roof and window damage from being hit when they fell ~ clean up crews were already working on that damage...]

A few other different houses had what looked like enclosed patios that had been ripped off the back and were either sitting in pieces in front yards, neighbor's yards or the street.. some were draped over fences like fabric or over the roofs of the houses they had previously been attached to.  It was bizarre...

A LOT of people lost gutters and those temporary car ports that you see used for shade... I saw several older homes that were built before safety glass was the standard which lost plate glass windows ~ unfortunately most of those looked like they were also owned by snowbirds because the drapes were still hanging out of windows and were a shredded mess... I made note of addressed and called those in to the local PD.

I'm not sure why I didn't think to take a picture with my phone... but at the park we love to take the pups over to run at, there are a couple large eucalyptus stands and both were terribly damaged... I suspect a really bad micro-burst went through there and down the street from it, because a few trees were uprooted, stripped and tossed around the park... a couple trees were simply stripped and the trunks were left standing there looking sadly as though the giant from Jack in the Bean Stalk had walked through in an angry fit taking his frustration out on them ~ but then continued down the street that comes out from the park... nearly all the trash cans [which were no doubt taken out last night before the storm] were still topsy turvy at 5:30 am, and trash bags were laying every which way... many loose items that were probably safely stored most evenings on a porch for the night [strollers, tricycles, bikes and balls for small children] had been toss around too... I even saw one car on it's side and in the front yard of a house on that street.  Nearly everyone on that street also lost a few roof shingles or tiles, and quite a few lost Satellite TV receivers which were generally hanging from the wires for nearly the whole block I walked... and two house lost solar panels off roofs on that street... that was the worst whole street I saw, on all the other streets it was just a house here or there that seemed to take the brunt of the storm... but on that one street both side had damage ~ still the houses facing the south had the worst.  The craziest thing was possibly the pretty significant flag pole that was bent over flat too, a good reminder to take your flag down at night and/or during storms..

There were already the sounds of chain saws when I was coming home, so the clean up was starting early, but I'll bet it'll be a busy day for LOTS of insurance adjustors for a while...

Saturday, August 4

. . .catching up

We have been traveling the last couple weeks to visit family, and some very good friends...  When I say we, I don't mean hubby and I ~ HE evidently has spent a good part of the time I was gone sick with bad allergies, flaring RA and even a toothache.  Sorry honey ~ I missed you a LOT... and I will be home today ~ sounds like YOU need some TLC...

So back to my story ~ because Hubby has a fairly new job again, and couldn't get away ~ I begged Princess Bride and GrandP to go to the Great Northwest with me ~ because I do not fly alone.  It takes serious anxiety medication support to get on, and stay in an airplane, [all of my phobias rapped into one little tin can...] and I need someone to help me stay safe when I have that much medication in me...

That said we have REALLY enjoyed each minute of the last 2 weeks... Illness among my sisters aside, [2 of them ended up in the hospital for part of my stay in the Portland area, and I could get a complex if I thought about that too much... haha] ~ but, beyond that the trip was really GREAT.! 
 
I saw 5 of my 7 siblings [one of my brothers passed away some years ago, and my oldest brother/SIL are serving a mission for the LDS church in Nauvoo IL right now... so were not available for a gathering at our niece's wedding, even.]  But it was a wonderful reason for 5 of the rest of us to get together for a photo op...  We had tried to get all 5 sisters in one place but K was sick the day of the wedding and was SO sad to miss it...  So we will have to try again...

Our next planned extended family reunion will be in 2015 which all my parent's descendants are invited to ~ and those that can make it will always try to come... Still there are so many of us now... the great grands are piling up and there might even be some g-great grands among their posterity in the next few years... so it takes a LOT of effort just to get a few of us together... not to mention we are so spread out...

I miss mom and dad so much and when I see my brothers & sisters it's a huge reminder of just how much fun we have... Nevertheless, I know they look down from time to time and are proud of this big bunch of noisy and happy people...  There is not an bad egg in the whole group! HONESTLY.!!

We can be a tad on the silly/crazy side as is shown in the photo display below, 

Our youngest brother in the family and father of the bride the day this was taken ~ with 4 of his 5 sisters.  L to R ~ Me [#7], G [#2], M [#5], J [#6], J [#8 ~ the baby]...
G didn't catch at first that we were all suppose to make funny faces... but this was the best of M's silly face so I went with it...

 . . .then obviously the youngest two have no idea when to STOP being silly!  haha

BUT, all in our great big extended family are law abiding citizens ~ and compassionate caring people.  As a family [and as a rule] we serve and give to the community and greater good on a regular basis.  Many are involved in various church and community efforts to improve the world we live in... I was reminded lately that there are a BUNCH of Eagle Scouts [13 out of 19 grandsons just as a start on the posterity... I'm pretty sure there are already some g-grandsons that are Eagle Scouts too].  Several members of this family have served missions for the LDS church, some have given time and much effort to other churches and vital organizations, like the Red Cross, Literacy and Child Safety groups, the list goes on... Some have served in the military [Son1 ~ currently in the Navy, just the most recent].  All have reached outside their own comfort zone to emotionally, physically and financially help family/friends in need over years of following mom and dad's example.  That legacy will always continue because Daddy & Momma taught us well and we their children have taught our families well too.

I love my great, big, NOISY, loving and sometimes silly family... I appreciate that I can keep up through emails, FB, text messages and especially SEE them through pictures exchanged over many miles... When we get together the years and miles melt away... and I wish for a smaller world where we could see each other a little more often.

We are spread from one side of this great country to the other [quite literally].  I am proud to say that as a family we represent the NE, SE, SW, NW and an amazing number of points in the heartland of this country as well.  It's a blessing in my life to call each family member something... husband, son, daughter, brother, sister, nephew, and niece... and I thank God every day for the blessings we share as a family.  We are SO very blessed, and while we each have our own private challenges, collectively we are an amazingly fabulous and strong group... One that I feel so happy to call "my" family... I am very VERY grateful to have spent some time visiting them this last couple weeks ~ and while I am ready to go home, I am also a bit sad that I know it will be a while before I see them again.

Thursday, March 29

. . .being happy with my progress!

This year my focus is all about getting healthy.  The last few years have often been out of control because of my disease, and pain levels.  But "I'm tired of being sick and sick of being tired", as the saying goes.

Last week I participated in a discussion about how to drop some weight quickly... that discussion left me questioning my own efforts to drop extra pounds while I get healthy... I think we all want to "be trim"... and I have to CONSTANTLY remind myself that MY quest is not about weight loss it's about getting strong and staying strong so I don't end up back in a wheelchair.  However I have lost some weight and weight loss can be so exciting, and even addicting...  I find myself getting frustrated by small plateaus, and minor set back in my eating habits...

I did a small "study" of all the current "fit" people I know [both men and women in various walks of life ~ who  maintain weight and fitness levels that I would like to achieve].  They are so different in the "jobs" they do, and the body styles they have I can't even being to list them.  I sent 77 text/email messages out asking 2 questions...
1) How do you stay in your optimum weight?
2) What is your primary weight loss choice, when you do need to drop some pounds?

So far I have heard back from 53 of those people and ALL of them say approximately the same thing when it comes to staying trim ~ they all exercise between 3-7 days a week and watch portions.

The other thing most said was if they did need to loose a few pounds they were careful about fad diets and did not drink, while trying to lose weight. [What an easy thing that is for ME, since I don't drink... LOL]  Some mentioned simple carbs being eliminated completely, others mentioned upping their fiber and water, a couple said they stopped eating red meat for a few weeks, one even said he went on a strictly vegan diet for 4 weeks before every weigh-in [he's in the Navy and will be retiring this year, after nearly 35 years ~ WOW].

The one thing that seems to be a trend is that when you are exercising "regularly" and/or strenuously like some of them do [especially the few weight trainers I know], that it's important to have enough complex carbs [like whole grains and veggies,] also some mentioned that they ate only certain fruits, like berries and citrus, because those fruits don't tend to "get stored" in the body when you are already exercising.

One of the weight trainer hubbies that responded with his wife to my question [he's been in the AF for 13 years, and is stationed in Afganistan for another 3 months,] anyway he sent me this link and told me that they met this sports coach randomly while he and his family were all on leave with him in England last year... As a weight trainer he was very interested in this person's approach to fitness, because he had always fought the "battle of the bulge" as a young man, [especially in HS as a football player, and he comes from a family that is "mostly a little plump" ~ as he put it]. One thing that he said that really struck me [so I asked him if I could share it with everyone...] ;-) Is that he had come to the same conclusions this sports coach/trainer had... and HE has not struggled with his weight for 5 years now ~ since he and his family started concentrating on eating whole foods.  His personal food intake balances out at 20/30/50. That is 20% mostly lean proteins like chicken and fish, 30% fats, like avocados, monosaturate oils, and also some of his proteins and fats come from the dairy he eats, and 50% fruits, veggies and whole grains.  He eats approx 3000 cals EVERY day. He is 6'2" tall and weighs 195 lbs with a BMI of 17 [he's absolutely ALL muscle]. He says he feels and preforms far above others in his same field in the AF [a HIGHLY competitive field] that are younger than he is.

That info blew me away... and it really helped me to put to rest in my own mind what my efforts really need to stay focused on. Healthy eating, exercise, rest, and some fun in my life, every single day.!!

I know there are many ways to lose weight and keep it off [pretty much all of them include exercise and a healthy diet... for life....]  I just thought I would also mention that all of these very healthy and trim friends that I have, have the opinion that you can keep any excess weight off by changing your the way you "think" about food.

As a nation we need to look at school cafeterias, which are loaded with starches [white breads, pastries, and potatoes]... and teach children to learn to balance food, and play and retrain all of our brains to love "activity".

I personally have gotten off the processed food train and gotten back to basics.  I feel so much better, and I am losing weight... but that is NOT my first goal ~ and I really need to remind myself EVERY day ~ that my goal is healthier muscles and bones so my body can sustain me for many years to come... I still have another future DILove to get to know ~ someday... and hopefully quite a few more grand babies to love...

Not to mention, I SO very much like being able to "move"...

Saturday, January 21

It's what my momma taught me ~ too....

. . .this book ~ [In Defense of Food] reinforces all the things I have been taught for my whole life.  Government Studies are often NOT what they claim to be ~ better informed than our common sense... Fad diets are really not healthy... A balanced plan of fruits and vegetables in season, meats [and that goes for all meats] in moderation, whole grains, instead of refined starches. That fats are NOT the monster we have been lectured they are, and while we only need them in moderation, we do need them.  Butter is WAY better than margarine ever thought of being ~ that olive oil is so much better than "vegetable" oil pretends to be as well ~ and stay away from processed sugars and prepackaged foods!  White sugar  truly is not good for us.  Our ancestors ate very little sugar, and they cooked from scratch. 

I KNOW these things and I am trying to eat this way.  In the last couple months I have done really well, actually.  I didn't even gain any weight on vacation...  BUT, as this book points out ~ historically, eating food was also a social and cultural event ~ but we have turned it into something negative and guilt ridden.  But in reading about the cultural positives of foods, I am now noticing that I do way better about not overeating when I don't eat alone... I notice I am statistically better able to combat binge eating when I write down what I consume each day... both the good and the bad ~  and I know that if I want something that isn't as healthy I can have it, as long as I don't make a habit out of it.  Finally, I am reminded that consistancy is it's own reward.

I am VERY happy I decided to read this book.  It's been on my list for over a year. My doctor mentioned it so long ago I can't remember when it was... But, in my quest for answers and help in my renewed effort at strengthening my body I finally got around to borrowing it from my library, in kindle format.  Because I have my tablet with me everywhere, I read on the go sometimes ~ and I've been sharing with hubby.  It's become a valuable asset in my efforts and desires to get stronger! It's given me encouragement to stay on track, and reminded me that one day of backtracking isn't the end of the world...

Food is important, we need to eat ~ but like my momma taught me eating food that is not over processed is even MORE important.  I find myself very angry that nutritionism is still so rampant in this country, though more people each year I know are taking back "control" of their own food lives.  "We" [in this house] are enjoying food more than ever, lately ~ since we started to eat more whole grains and raw/lightly cooked veggies. We are more satisfied too... still we are eating all foods we like, [even Mexican food].  In some cases we have rethought how to make our favorite dishes more healthy by trading some of the meat, most of the highly processed ingredients for whole grains, and adding a higher percentages of veggies.

Finally I would like to mention, our grocery bill has actually gone down since we started eating this way...  ;-)

Monday, January 2

. . .on to an energized Clanhouse in 2012

It's a new year and some new goals [and challenges] to face!

I am adding "The 52 Weeks to an Organized Home" ~ weekly challenge to my 2012 yearly plan.  This coming year is all about personal improvement in my mind.  I have some personal goals that I've been doing pretty well at, but I am stepping up my game to include getting stronger physically and more organized generally.

I use a "mesh" of several cleaning and organizing ideas. Sidetracked Home Executives, Don Aslett, The Fly Lady, and a few other cleaning gurus have helped me created a personal cleaning plan that works for me... this year I'll also have a housekeeper, our daughter [PrincessBride] is going to work for me ~ she is a really great worker, and I have really missed her get it done abilities since she left home.  She's already made such a big difference to the house's cleanliness...  The other plus to this arrangement [which also will help her be a SAHM] is that I get to play/be with our little grandPrincess once a week while PB cleans.

The Food Nanny, My Recipes, and Meals Matter ~ while utilizing Google Cal/Docs are all sites that have helped me get a better handle on meal planning and recipe management. This saved so much time and money ~ I love living with some organization in my life.

Now I want to tackle some of the stuff that falls through the cracks [like strength building through good health habits and organizing all those small spaces that are hidden from view...]  I am hoping this organizing plan will be one of the answers to getting the small stuff dealt with around here.  I've been doing pretty well when it comes to this "first week's" challenge, espeically since we moved to our new home.  Still I like a LOT of the ideas here, so I thought I would share... and keep track of how my progress goes.

We did a big declutter/purge as part of the move ~ so it's easier to keep going now.  Anyway ~ let the organizing BEGIN in earnest!

Week 1 ~ Kitchen Organization

Wednesday, December 28

December wrap-up ~ big goals for 2012

I accomplished quite a LOT in 2011.  When I look at the list it's pretty amazing, at least for me...

. . .one of my biggest goals for this coming year is to get stronger physically so that I can enjoy my family and "travel" more [especially with hubby].  I have big plans over the next few years to see some places and do some things ~ a few are things that I wouldn't normally do ~ but I need a stronger body in order to truly enjoy those activities. [DC was a BIG eye opener of how much I need to pace myself though, and it's all a delicate balance, with my disease...] ~ Anyway, to help me accomplish my goals I will reinstate a previously successful plan, approved by numerous docs in the past... Elliptical, healthy eating, fluids, rest ~ easy you say?  Yeah, it SHOULD be ~ right? ;-)

To help with this goal hubby bought me a "bodymedia" armband sensor yesterday.  It'll track my steps and activity through the day, and make suggestions to encourage me to be active, which I will do at a proper level for me [I even learned how to use my Wii Fit sometimes from a chair], and showing me some of the progress I'm making.  Here's hoping.!!

Wednesday, November 23

Thanks, Giving

I am thankful for so much in my life ~ family, home, safety, health for those I love... I am truly blessed.

It seems less than enough to simply count my blessings ~ but the act of doing so is a act that reminds me of all I hold so dear.  So as the song says: "Because I have been given much, I too must give..." [LDS Hymns #219]

Tuesday, October 25

A GRAND Princess

Our new little granddaughter was born earlier this month ~  she is perfect!
Plus she has RED HAIR.  I always wanted a red head when I was having kids ~ how sweet of God to send me a grandchild with beautiful red hair.

Sunday, August 28

magical moments...

...yesterday was our Princess Bride's baby shower [does that mean she'll morph into a queen bee, now? ;-) ]  It's hard to believe that 3+ years have flown by since her wedding day...

I think everyone that was there had a lot of fun, but me ~ I especially enjoyed watching my lovely daughter coo over the new blankets, clothes, and other cute and personal items her baby will use in the first few months of her life.  Our granddaughter is due in just a few weeks and we anxiously await her arrival [certainly my attitude can't be called "patience", ha ha].  We can't wait to meet her... I am looking forward to watching our daughter grow into her roll as mother, and of course cuddling a new little angel, straight from God's arms.

I remember my own mother telling me there was nothing better than seeing your children succeed in life.  She was NEVER more right.

Son2 is fully on his own as well ~ exploring the world, and making his own way.  He's got a girlfriend and of course a rent payment to manage... Like everyone else he also juggles car repairs and grocery shopping... Welcome to the real world, right?  Are we ALL in a hurry to get to adulthood and then find out being young wasn't all THAT bad...? ha ha  Son2 seems to enjoy his freedom though, so that is good.   A bit harder for mom to see him fly, being the last one.

Son1 and Sweetee [his beautiful Redhead] are doing great ~ and full throttle in the middle of his Navy training.  The Nuclear field is TOUGH though!  Lots of competition and so much studying I am sure MY head would spin off and go crashing to the ground... if I had to do what he accomplishes each week.  Sweetee is the consummate Navy wife, keeping the home fires lit and burning for her sailor...  [They will soon celebrate 4 years of wedded bliss ~ really??? How do these years fly by so fast?]

All my kiddos are independent and unique.  And they all are SO different and wonderful in their own ways... It's a joy as a parent to love them in this new capacity ~ as adults ~ and to witness magical moments in their lives...

Thursday, July 28

wise words for today~

. . .an old Cherokee told his grandson, "My son, there is a battle between 2 wolves inside us all. One is Evil. It is anger, jealousy, greed, resentment, inferiority, lies & ego. The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, humility, kindness, empathy & truth." The boy thought about it, then asked, "Grandfather, which wolf wins?" The old man quietly replied, "The one you feed."

[very wise ~ so I appropriated this from a cousin, to share]

Wednesday, July 20

just call me grammi...

For those that don't know, our first grandchild is due in early OCT, [the first which will be born to one of our children, and not "love-adopted" into our family].

We are very excited of course for our princess and sir knight ~ they will be fabulous parents, and we will try very hard to be carefully doting grandparents, NOT prone to "over" spoil.!  Still this is the first grandchild on both sides of this new little one's family, so we will need to watch ourselves, because grand babies are just so spoil-able... ;-)

We know "she" will be beautiful ~ but will she have her paternal aunt's auburn hair?  Will she have her grandpa's eye color or mommy's sense of style? [Believe me when I say we won't know for sure on that one for MANY years, when our princess was very young her sense of style included stripes and flowers in the same outfit.!]  Will she love crazy rock music like daddy?  It's sure she will win all our hearts the minute we meet her ~ and we can barely wait!

It's so fun that we now live close to our daughter and her little family at this exiting time!  So far we love living here ~ our new home is amazingly perfect for us ~ and I suspect we will love it even better when the heat of summer fades and we can truly enjoy the outdoors again!  ha ha  This part of AZ has mild winters ~ looking forward to THAT too!  We have a marvelous patio/yard in back that we plan to spend lots of time in!

Saturday, July 16

Welcome to ClanHouse 2011

Our new front door ~decorated~ this mom of a sailor desires to wear her "blue star" colors.  ;-)

Wednesday, June 1

lessons of a lifetime ~

When I was growing up my mother worked nights... In fact I can't remember when she didn't work nights. She did it for more than 20 years ~ and I never thought about it much. It was just what mom did.  It was the way she helped dad to provide for the family.  I don't remember hearing her complain at all, but one time I remember when I was in high school she fell asleep driving home and hit a traffic light, in the left turn lane! Fortunately no one else was involved, but I remember that event scared me a LOT.!

A few years ago [ok, more than 13 years ago] I tried working nights for about a month ~ I was so exhausted I couldn't see straight, and I was CRABBY in the extreme, so I gave up on that approach and found a different job ~ after a very long search!  LOL  I found out that working nights was not for ME... but I still didn't appreciate my mom's sacrifice for her family.  I now understand why after momma retired daddy never wanted to be far from her side.  He missed her probably a LOT more than he ever let on all those years, so for the next 25+ years after her retirement, they were rarely separated, even in death.  They did so much together and had a BLAST doing it!

SEVEN years ago hubby started working nights, in a new field for him at the time. He had been back in school for almost 3 years, and we were just so GLAD for him to be working and NOT in school ~ neither of us cared that his new position was on nights... it was "temporary", [or so we thought at the time,] a year, maybe two...  What we didn't realize is that sometimes God [or fate if you prefer] has a different plan for your family, and you don't get your "first choice" in life. At least not after some level of sacrifice. So what started out as a short term foot in the door, turned into what at times felt like a long term "trap" from first one facility to a second one.  Don't get me wrong, he LOVES his job ~ we know that we made the right choice for hubby to work nights all this time ~ but seriously ~ night shift will kill you after you turn 50 and hubby was 50 when he "started" working nights ~ and the last year has felt like 5! [grimace]

Happily I've announce just about everywhere that in just over 2 weeks hubby will start working days for the first time in 7 years [+2 weeks and 3 days]. An eternity! ;-)  But what's a bit more interesting in this story is not how happy this truth makes me, [for I am SURLY as happy as I have every been about this new schedule to our lives], I have been thinking about momma a LOT and what it must have been like for her and daddy while she worked all those years in hospitals as an Aide, nights. I know she SAID she preferred nights... [but then, so did hubby ~ in his case it was something of a brain scam, so that he didn't get crabby ~ I think].  But was it really her preference or was she just doing what thousands of other parents have done during their lives ~ the best they can, and whatever they need to ~ to make a better existance for their family?

I know my respect for my mother has been high nearly all my adult life, but these last few years of going through night shifts with hubby ~ my feelings of admiration for my mother have grown beyond previous bounds.  I think she was stronger than the $6M woman to work nights all those years!

Momma, I know you are watching at times, and at special moments I feel you close ~ so please know that I am grateful you gave me such an amazing example of selflessness to grow up with.  I don't come close to matching you, in any stretch of the imagination ~ but you help me find the strength to do things and be someone I am sure I would never have approached without you ~ to somehow dig a bit deeper and find something I didn't guess was there.

I miss you terribly, but ~ when I do good sometimes, I hear you inside my head cheering me on!  What a WOMAN you are momma!  How you ever survived 20+ years of night shifts all the way to 62+ years, is anyone's guess!  ;-)  It sure make you MY hero, and beyond glad we didn't have to follow in your footsteps for another 13+ years.

I only hope I can take another page from your example and enjoy the next chapter in hubby's and my eternity ~ and our time together!

Friday, March 18

more passings~

FIL passed away peacefully yesterday.  I am glad I was there, it was a precious and sacred moment to comfort him through the fears he obviously felt, however at the very end he seemed completely ready and he just stepped into the other room to join his sweetheart of 57 years, whom he had missed so desperately the last 6 months.

He joined her 6 months to the day.

Tuesday, January 4

in search of comfort...

A Child’s Prayer
 
Heavenly Father, are you really there?
And do you hear and answer ev’ry child’s prayer?
Some say that heaven is far away,
But I feel it close around me as I pray.
Heavenly Father, I remember now
Something that Jesus told disciples long ago:
“Suffer the children to come to me.”
Father, in prayer I’m coming now to thee.

Pray, he is there;
Speak, he is list’ning.
You are his child;
His love now surrounds you.
He hears your prayer;
He loves the children.
Of such is the kingdom, the kingdom of heav’n.

Words and music: © 1984 by Janice Kapp Perry. 
This song may be copied for incidental, noncommercial church or home use.

Friday, December 31

Happy New Year

“May the road rise up to meet you, may the wind be ever at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rain fall softly on your fields. And until we meet again, May God hold you in the hollow of his hand.”

~ Irish Blessing

Wednesday, December 8

. . .the joys of the season ~

It's never hard to find something we want, something currently out of our reach, or something lost.  Like a lot of other people I have spent too much time in my life mourning wishes and losses.  While doing that we all miss opportunities for happy moments and joy with the people and blessings we do have in our lives.

Especially at this time of year we can get so involved in getting ready for Christmas we sometimes miss out on the holiday completely if we're not careful.  I have been as guilty of that as the next guy too, but for the last few years hubby and I have been trying not to lose ourselves in such efforts.  We have tried to focus on time together and with our family.  We have been happier doing that.

We still celebrate, give and receive gifts, and we still decorate... [albeit in a much simpler way ~ out of necessity].  We are trying to focus on the reasons for the celebration itself.  In honor of that idea, for the rest of this month I will be trying to capture with my camera lens some of what we associate with Christmas and New Years.  Please feel free to catch that series of photos on my 365 project blog.

I am winding down on my project.  I will be done on the 31st and since hubby gave me the camera last year for Christmas it seems only fitting that I spend these last few days capturing some of the holiday spirit that prompted him to give me a gift that has helped me grow this last year outside my own comfort zone.  Next year I will be choosing a new way to share my joy at owning such a nice camera, more on that next month.

Saturday, November 27

I wish I was brave...

…like my dad, and my mom ~ like grandparents and so many others that I love who have gone, but who lived their lives as examples to me.  I wish I could be a better example to my own children.  My parents, and other long gone loved ones, they all showed me years ago how to be strong in the face of pain, frustration, and discouragement. In fact I saw just about every physical limitation you can think of dealt with ~ in patience and faith by my own parents.

I witnessed the personal struggles of some of these people I love the most, admittedly I wasn't right in the room with all of them for many of their personal journeys in life… but I saw enough over my years to know how hard it was for them to have physical limitation, and have to have help with every little thing in some cases. In my head I understand how to deal with pain and all the stuff that goes with it… but to actually live with new limitations every few years gracefully?  Well, in my opinion that IS hard, and I recognize I am really lousy at it.!  Even after all these years of dealing with my disease, add just one new pain, or challenge and I head over the falls, practically over night.  Fortunately, all those strong "genes" kick in eventually and I hitch up a boot strap or two and get on with the program at hand...

I am trying to do better at looking for the positives and skimming over the negatives.  I was recently counseled to look at what is right in my life instead of what is wrong.  That's good advice, and I AM trying ~ but man is it hard to remember that, every minute, of every day.

Still I know how very blessed I am and I thank the Lord each morning for another day to try and do better at what ever I need to do better at.  The list seems to get longer rather than shorter... LOL  But I'm not gonna give up now.  If nothing else I need to prove to myself that I can do this!

Thursday, October 21

In God We Trust

I have no idea where this story came from, but it is really worth passing along ~ [get out your kleenex]
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I just wanted to get the day over with and go down to Smokey's. Sneaking a look at my watch, I saw the time, 1655. Five minutes to go before the cemetery gates are closed for the day. Full dress was hot in the August sun. Oklahoma summertime was as bad as ever--the heat and humidity at the same level--both too high.

I saw the car pull into the drive, '69 or '70 model Cadillac Deville, looked factory-new. It pulled into the parking lot at a snail's pace.. An old woman got out so slow I thought she was paralyzed; she had a cane and a sheaf of flowers--about four or five bunches as best I could tell.

I couldn't help myself. The thought came unwanted, and left a slightly bitter taste: 'She's going to spend an hour, and for this old soldier, my hip hurts like hell and I'm ready to get out of here right now!' But for this day, my duty was to assist anyone coming in.

Kevin would lock the 'In' gate and if I could hurry the old biddy along, we might make it to Smokey's in time.

I broke post attention. My hip made gritty noises when I took the first step and the pain went up a notch. I must have made a real military sight: middle-aged man with a small pot gut and half a limp, in marine full-dress uniform, which had lost its razor crease about thirty minutes after I began the watch at the cemetery.

I stopped in front of her, halfway up the walk. She looked up at me with an old woman's squint.

'Ma'am,may I assist you in any way?'

She took long enough to answer.

'Yes, son. Can you carry these flowers? I seem to be moving a tad slow these days.'

'My pleasure, ma'am.' Well, it wasn't too much of a lie.

She looked again. 'Marine, where were you stationed?'

' Vietnam , ma'am.. Ground-pounder. '69 to '71.'

She looked at me closer. 'Wounded in action, I see. Well done, Marine. I'll be as quick as I can.'

I lied a little bigger: 'No hurry, ma'am.'

She smiled and winked at me. 'Son, I'm 85-years-old and I can tell a lie from a long way off... Let's get this done. Might be the last time I can do this. My name's Joanne Wieserman, and I've a few Marines I'd like to see one more time.'

'Yes, ma 'am. At your service.'

She headed for the World War I section, stopping at a stone. She picked one of the flowers out of my arm and laid it on top of the stone. She murmured something I couldn't quite make out.. The name on the marble was Donald S. Davidson, USMC: France 1918.

She turned away and made a straight line for the World War II section, stopping at one stone. I saw a tear slowly tracking its way down her cheek. She put a bunch on a stone; the name was Stephen X.Davidson, USMC, 1943.

She went up the row a ways and laid another bunch on a stone, Stanley J. Wieserman, USMC, 1944..

She paused for a second. 'Two more, son, and we'll be done'

I almost didn't say anything, but, 'Yes, ma'am. Take your time.'

She looked confused.. 'Where's the Vietnam section, son? I seem to have lost my way.'

I pointed with my chin. 'That way, ma'am.'

'Oh!' she chuckled quietly. 'Son, me and old age ain't too friendly.'

She headed down the walk I'd pointed at. She stopped at a couple of stones before she found the ones she wanted. She placed a bunch onLarry Wieserman, USMC, 1968, and the last on Darrel Wieserman, USMC, 1970. She stood there and murmured a few words I still couldn't make out.

'OK, son, I'm finished. Get me back to my car and you can go home.'

Yes, ma'am. If I may ask, were those your kinfolk?'

She paused. 'Yes, Donald Davidsonwas my father, Stephen was my uncle, Stanley was my husband,Larry and Darrel were our sons. All killed in action, all marines.'

She stopped. Whether she had finished, or couldn't finish, I don't know. She made her way to her car, slowly and painfully.
I waited for a polite distance to come between us and then double-timed it over to Kevin, waiting by the car.
'Get to the 'Out' gate quick.. I have something I've got to do.'


Kevin started to say something, but saw the look I gave him. He broke the rules to get us there down the service road. We beat her. She hadn't made it around the rotunda yet.

'Kevin, stand at attention next to the gatepost. Follow my lead.' I humped it across the drive to the other post.

When the Cadillac came puttering around from the hedges and began the short straight traverse to the gate, I called in my best gunny's voice: 'TehenHut! Present Haaaarms!'

I have to hand it to Kevin; he never blinked an eye--full dress attention and a salute that would make his DI proud.
She drove through that gate with two old worn-out soldiers giving her a send-off she deserved, for service rendered to her country, and for knowing duty, honor and sacrifice.

I am not sure, but I think I saw a salute returned from that Cadillac.

Instead of 'The End,' just think of 'Taps.'

As a final thought on my part, let me share a favorite prayer: 'Lord, keep our servicemen and women safe, whether they serve at home or overseas. Hold them in your loving hands and protect them as they protect us.'

Let's all keep those currently serving and those who have gone before in our thoughts. They are the reason for the many freedoms we enjoy.

'In God We Trust.'

Sunday, October 3

The Fern and The Bamboo

Sometimes the physical limitations of my body get me down... Today I found this inspiring story and thought I would share it: ~~~

The Fern and The Bamboo

One day I decided to quit...I quit my job, my relationship, my spirituality.... I wanted to quit my life.
I went to the woods to have one last talk with God.

"God", I said. "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?"
His answer surprised me.

"Look around", He said. "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?" "Yes", I 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 year three there was still nothing from the bamboo seed. But I would not quit. The same in year four.

"Then in the fifth year, a tiny sprout emerged from the earth.

"Compared to the fern, it was seemingly small and insignificant. But just six 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 it could not handle. 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." He said.

"The bamboo had a different purpose than the fern. Yet they both make the forest beautiful.

"Your time will come", God said to me. "You will rise high."
"How high should I rise?" I asked.
"How high will the bamboo rise?" He asked in return.
"As high as it can?" I questioned.

"Yes." He said, "Give me glory by rising as high as you can."

I left the forest, realizing that God has not given up on me. Never regret a day in your life.
Good days give you happiness; bad days give you experiences. Both are essential to life.