Sunday, September 30, 2007
Thursday, September 27, 2007
I have considered having one of grandchildren push me in the jogging stroller but I think I would miss out on the benefit of the exercise, don't you? Plus, you know all about those child labor laws.
I really really considered this. It's Texas weather most of the 12 months and I have a pool so I have no excuses for this except that it is boring. B.O.R.I.N.G. Plus, I get confused how many times I went what way. Then I start to cheat. I don't like to get to water in my nose plus I threw away all my bathing caps that I owned in the 60's when they were mandatory at all the AFB pools. I just don't look good in a bathing cap. My head is too small and they give me an elastic band headache. I much prefer floating on my super float in the quietness of the country and I would hate to start identifying the pool with exercise.
The indoor gym. This is a great option for me and a new gym just opened in town and I have already had a tour and think this would be a fun time. It's air conditioned in there. Has a big TV. Has lots of different pieces of state of the art equipment. So, hmmmmm. This is a definite possibility. Plus, it's a 24 hour deal where you can get in anytime 7 days a week with this special pass key.
But, the really one thing I want to do with my money is to buy me a bike. I have always loved riding. Not professionally or anything but just for the exercise. I am not into spandex shorts or exercise bras. I just want to climb on and ride through town, taking my time, looking at the old historic houses, and enjoying the scenery go by.
I know most of the dogs in town so I'm not afraid of a few barks or nips.
So, I'm working on this HEART HEALTHY exercise program effective immediately. I am getting this monitor watch and am getting my heart stronger and my psyche mentally fit. There are no more excuses.
YES. It is time to get moving. I have made up my mind. I am ready. This money is burning a hole in my wallet. Plus, I am getting a little grouchy and sedentary. I don't want to take root on the couch watching the Gilmore Girls.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
VERY WELL STATED TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED the 1930s, 40's, 50's, 60's and 70's!!
I did very well in the 50,60.70's and 80's....The 90's weren't that bad either but after that it's been done hill gaining speed everyday.
First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant. They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes. Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-based paints. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors o r cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking. As infants &children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, booster seats, seat belts or air bags. Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat. We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle. We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this. We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank Kool-aid made with sugar, but we weren't overweight because, WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING! We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on. No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem. We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVD's, no surround-sound or CD's, no cell phones, no personal computer! s, no Internet or chat rooms........WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them! We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents. We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever. We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and, although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes. We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them! Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!! The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!
These generations have produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever! The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL! If YOU are one of them, CONGRATULATIONS! You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated so much of our lives for our own good .While you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave (and lucky) their parents were. Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn't it?!
The quote of the month is by Jay Leno:"With hurricanes, tornados, fires out of control, mud slides, flooding, severe thunderstorms tearing up the country from one end to another, and with the threat of bird flu and terrorist attacks, are we sure this is a good time to take God out of the Pledge of Allegiance?"
Sunday, September 23, 2007
I know it's late but it is still Sunday. So, it's still seriously Sunday. If for some reason today you haven't paused for a moment to be thankful.....do it now. You have something, if not lots of things to be thankful for. If you are reading this, you have your eyesight. If it moves you, you have a conscience, if it makes you think you have a heart. Make a list of those blessings. Not a mental note, but a real written list of all the things you have to thank God for. Put your hope in salvation at the top and don't forget to put your health on there even if it is not the best. You have people who love you even if you are unlovable. You have your own unique list as I'm sure I do. But, make a list and surprise yourself at your many blessings. Then thank God for them. I have had a busy day and this post is late but timely I think. Lots of things swirling in my world and I'm sure yours too.
Sometimes when I don't hear anything in this loud world, music speaks to me clear down to my very soul. Just as it does to countless others. I hear words or interpret them maybe differently than you because of a different "life" situation. There are times in a worship service when the music can move me as much as the spoken words. Everyone has had a time in their lives when perhaps you've questioned the why's and how's of a certain period of your life, health, or path you are on. I know that I have. Almost daily! But, I lifted this beautiful song from my niece Christine's "list" of beautiful songs and if you know about her valley that she's been in then this song is totally and especially relevant to her and her family. But, she shared it I think too, for us all. I relate to it and maybe you too for other reasons. To realize that we are going to all be in these valley situations in some form or another at some time in our lives makes us human. We don't necessarily want to go in the valleys. It is a scary path. We don't want our lives to change or bad things to happen. Some of our valleys may just be a little darker or deeper than others. If you get a chance to listen to this song on some venue like You Tube or something....do it. It will move you beyond what you think you can be moved!! The voice that recorded it is not Christine, although she could have and I wish she would, but a girl named Ginny Owens. ( sorry, I don't know how to do post videos )
HERE ARE THEY LYRICS:
The pathway is broken
And the signs are unclear
And I dont know the reason why you brought me here
But just because You love me the way that You do
I will go through the valley
If You want me to
Now I'm not who I was
When I took my first step
And I'm clinging to the promise
You're not through with me yet
So if all of these trials bring me closer to You
I will go through the fire
If You want me to
It may not be the way I would have chosen
When you lead me through a world that's not my own
But You never said it would be easy
You only said I'll never go alone
So when the whole world turns against me
And I'm all by myself
And I can't hear You answer my cries for help
I'll remember the suffering Your love put You through
And I will go through the valley
If You want me to
Thursday, September 20, 2007
I was born to be a mother. I am a nurturer. I wish I could hold my children one more time as babies. I miss the noise of my children. I love my family. My grandchildren are the greatest gifts on earth. I adore, love and cherish my parents. I love, respect and look up to my sisters. I love my neices and nephews. I don’t like not being needed. I believe in unconditional love. I just plain believe in love. I love love. I also believe in like. I am compulsive. I am obsessive. I am vain. Somedays I feel so ugly and old. I love friendships. I believe in the theory of best friends. I believe in the theory of life long friends. I need friends. I like friends to need me. I am very dependable. I think friends should be dependable. I always want to please everyone. Without thinking about it. I am sensitive. I never cry though. I need to cry sometimes. I wish I didn’t take things so personally. I rely on structure & scheduling. I hate structure & scheduling. I love to laugh. I love to laugh until I cry. I love to make people laugh. I love a good practical joke. I don’t like jokes that hurt others. I am way full of bull. I love bull. I tend to exaggerate almost everything I say. I love to be the storyteller.
I love to shop. I love the sound of a cash register. I love to carry sacks from purchases. I love fashion. Sometimes I feel too old for fashion. I love SteinMart. I love Target. I love Walmart. I love catalogs. I love accessories to fashion. I love "bling bling" and jewelry that jingles. I over accessorize most of the time. I like shoes. I love movies….good girly ones. I love music that makes you get lost in the feeling. Or music that moves your spirit and soul. I like to buy books. I don’t really like to read because I can’t sit still. I like to write. I love photography. I love to be creative. I love to decorate my house. I keep a journal. I love to get a new purse or wallet. I want to travel. I hate to travel. I am a homebody. I love my own things. I love to eat. I love chocolate. I love pastries. I love supreme pizzas. I love black coffee. I love unsweet tea. I love to eat out. I hate exercise. I exercise a couple of times a week. I wish I was a runner. I wish I was disciplined about taking better care of myself. I am not a good patient when I am sick. I love to take care of other people. I am co dependent. VERY.
I love organization. I am so unorganized. I love a clean house. I am a procrastinator. I hate being late. I daydream a lot. I am an insomniac. Night scares me. I am a maniac dreamer. I wish I was confident. I wish I wasn’t so sarcastic. (sometimes.) I am a doubter about a lot of things. I lie sometimes. I hate lying. I hate people to use God’s name in vain. I have a list of words I hate. I hate cursing. If I am mad I use an ugly word that I like S _ _ _. It is not my nature to be mad. If I am mad I forget why. I don’t like people to be mad at me. I believe anger is bad for your health. I never intentionally hurt other people. I love having friends over to my house. I like to being alone. Sometimes I need to be alone. I crave companionship. Sometimes I feel like I am in my own world. I am in my own world.
I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. I don’t want to grow up. I like to cut out of magazines. I like to make files of things I cut out. I love to color code things. I love to color. I love sharp colors. I love pleasant surprises. I don’t believe in luck. I do believe in fate. I love having parties. I love to plan parties. I love to plan anything. I love the exhilaration of having completed something important. I don’t like crowds. I don’t like to feel trapped. I am claustrophobic. I don’t want to be rich. I do want to have money. I wish I liked to garden. I love looking at other people’s landscaping. I like to watch decorating channels. I hate to paint. I love how fresh paint looks. I am self conscience. People think I am very strong. I am very weak. I wish I was strong. I worry about things I have no control over. I worry about things I do control. I wish I could relive certain days again. I wish hasty decisions could be undone.
Deaths of my family members scares me. I am morbid. I have too many questions. I am not afraid to die. I am afraid to be buried. I want to go to heaven. I hate making mistakes. I make a lot of mistakes. I don’t want to be perfect. I love my church family. I worry about the future. I worry about war. I worry about children that aren’t mine that go to war Sometimes I feel confused about common things. I like common things. I am not motivated. I like to motivate people. I need encouragement. I need a lot of encouragement. I like to encourage other people. I am overwhelmed at times by life. I sometimes feel hopeless. I hate feeling that. I despise feeling shame. I don’t like to be disciplined. I need discipline. I think constructive criticism should be against the law.
I am way NOT perfect or even close. But, I know someone who is.
Wouldn't you say I'm an oxymoron?
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
I like to think it started in the 7th grade when Debbie, my girlfriend, was killed in a car wreck. I had NO idea that a child could die. I thought, like all my other friends that you got old, around 140, and then you just went to sleep and died. I had not been around sick people or anyone that was ever in an accident. When we all went to the funeral home together and looked at her in that casket with her blonde hair perfect and the dress on that she wore to the football banquet, I was shocked. That's when the swirl of my curiousity began. Then our teen group used to sing at funerals and we had to go through the casket room to get to the singing room. John used to try and push me in a casket everytime. I haven't been the same since! Now, that I know the world is riddled with sickness, suffering, and despair it's almost more than I can bear. When I get in bed at night I always think how fortunate I am because somewhere...someone is suffering or lost or trying to have a puppy.
I am normally a pretty big scaredy cat. I used to be worse. I still will NOT watch a scary movie like SAW or Chainsaw but I like thrillers, law shows and medical dramas. I love shows like Cold Case Files , Snapped and True Crime like shows. I used to love Life In The ER and there was even one show about a life inside the lab of a medical examiner. But, I have always been fascinated with gruesomeness and gory details. A good friend of mine is pretty high up in the Police Department in a big city close to me. He has been trying to get me to go to a homicide scene with him sometime. He said he'd take me in and use me as a crime photographer.
I was the one at the slumber party ready to scare everyone with a ghost story. I could tell a good one too. I remember one summer, while visiting my grandmother, some kids from town took me out to this bridge where supposedly this child was murdered and her spirit walks the bridge and if you listen you can hear her cry. Oh whatever! But, I love that kind of stuff.
Guess it was natural for me then to love my job at the Emergency Room and especially the trauma room. Death just intrigues me. Broken bones, fingers in jars, blood, vomit, and on and on.....don't initially get to me. I have seen it. After it's all over sometimes I gag. But at the time, no. Suffering I don' t like even though I have watched it. But, I want to be on the front line. I don' t like the not knowing what is going to happen at all. I draw the line with children and animals suffering though. I can't take it. But, I got so good at the trauma stuff that they used to have me to talk to families after their loved ones died before Victim's Services arrived. Especially after an accident. Victim's Services tried at that time to get me volunteer there. I really think I might like that sometime. But, there is a huge adrenalin rush in the Emergency world. It happens so quickly and is all about speed and perfection and no mistakes and then it is over and cleaned up and another one comes in. A whole new scenario. Each one different than the one before. I have the utmost respect and admiration for people in the medical profession. I really think that when I grow up I am going to be a nurse. But, only if they take the math part out. I think I"d rather just be the one running around like I know what I'm doing.
Monday, September 17, 2007
I have been on a short little road trip to the see the oldest "babies". It was much needed. I saw one of Rooster's baseball games, ate at Gattiland, picked them up at school and just basically loved their "skin" off. They are so busy now and it is just much easier and I see them longer if I go there. Then last night at the last possible minute, I fought my way home. Literally. Lane closures, detours, traffic, exits, ramps, tollways, toll booths, crazed people and me. It is a true testimony to my love for these children and their parents that I drive in that town. I don't understand why so many people have to be going to the same place. Or was that just how it seemed? It is a major outing to go the grocery store. You don't just "run" to the store for butter. Running errands takes all day. Not just a couple of minutes. You have to leave for church more than 5 minutes before the opening prayer. 10 minutes if you have door greeter duty.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Monday, September 10, 2007
Is it just me or does time really fly? It is honestly hard for me to believe that this year is closing in on the finale! It is not going to be long before we start seeing holiday commercials and thinking about resolutions. I know they say the older you get the faster it flies, but give me a break! I recently hung a big calendar in my little newly decorated "home office" and it is honestly full of stuff I have to do! That is what makes time fly. Stuff. Stuff. Stuff. I don't want to just do stuff, I really don't, but I do want to make sure I am enjoying the stuff I am doing and not just being obligatory!
VALUE OF TIME
To realize the value of a sister...ask someone who doesn't have one. To realize the value of ten years: Ask a newly divorced couple. to realize the value of four years ..... ask a graduate. To realize the value of one year.....ask a student who has failed a final exam. To realize the value of nine months....aAsk a mother who gave birth to a still born. To realize the value of one month....ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby.To realize the value of one week ask an editor of a weekly newspaper. To realize the value of one hour.....try to entertain a crying baby through church......To realize the value of one minute ...ask a person who has missed the train, bus or plane. To realize the value of one-second....ask a person who has survived an accident...To realize the value of one millisecond....ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics. Time waits for no one. Treasure every moment you have. To realize the value of a friend.....lose one. The origin of this letter is unknown.
I think I just figured out one problem. I think way too much.
Sunday, September 09, 2007
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
My Perfect Schedule does not exist. I give up. For the past 30 years my life has been pretty much on a schedule so perfect that a burglar could time breaking in my house and knowing just what time I was returning down to the second. I can't believe that never happened. I was like clockwork. Everyday. Same time out. Same time in. Always in a rush.
I believe in post in notes too. They are everywhere around here and in my car. They work too! They remind me of things a million times a day. I wish I would have invented those little buggars.
The good news is that tomorrow starts my volunteer job at the public library. I am so excited. I am going to set the alarm and then I am going to get up and get dressed. I am going to get my little book bag that I have packed with my story, my craft stuff, and my songbook for kids and head downtown to greet all the new bookworms that are coming in to meet me! It is good to have a purpose.