Wednesday, October 29, 2008
2 inches
In December, if we get 2" of snow, it'll be ho-hum. Not news worthy at all. As a matter of fact, 2" of snow in November, December, January, February, March or April? Not news worthy.
But, dude, 2" of snow, in OCTOBER is totally too much. Seriously, now. I've done the research. Snow in October is not unheard of up here. Not UNcommon, but not normal, either.
Will post photos later.
Dude.... it's only October....
But, dude, 2" of snow, in OCTOBER is totally too much. Seriously, now. I've done the research. Snow in October is not unheard of up here. Not UNcommon, but not normal, either.
Will post photos later.
Dude.... it's only October....
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Today's Words of Wisdom
If you live somewhere where it really does get cold, don't let your dear husband pack away the winter coats in a place where you can't get to them unaided.
Last spring, hubby put the box with the winter coats in the garage attic.
Yesterday, it snowed here. Today it is just raw. Cold and rainy, sometimes icy, and windy. RAW! And I can't get to my winter jacket. And, neither can he, obviously.
What a dumb blond and/or senior thing to do.....
Last spring, hubby put the box with the winter coats in the garage attic.
Yesterday, it snowed here. Today it is just raw. Cold and rainy, sometimes icy, and windy. RAW! And I can't get to my winter jacket. And, neither can he, obviously.
What a dumb blond and/or senior thing to do.....
Monday, October 27, 2008
Friday, October 24, 2008
Did you ever notice?
How sometimes, a pat on the back can push you over the edge?
This morning, someone who loves me sent me an email and closed with these words, "You're doing a great job...." And, surely, it was meant as a pat on the back.
And, just as surely, it pushed me over the edge.
Sometimes, when we're tired, or stressed, or overwhelmed, all it takes is a kind word to open the flood gates. I started crying when I read this morning's email. And I've been weepy all day. Lol
Thanks for the kind, loving words. Now, pass the tissues.
xoxo
This morning, someone who loves me sent me an email and closed with these words, "You're doing a great job...." And, surely, it was meant as a pat on the back.
And, just as surely, it pushed me over the edge.
Sometimes, when we're tired, or stressed, or overwhelmed, all it takes is a kind word to open the flood gates. I started crying when I read this morning's email. And I've been weepy all day. Lol
Thanks for the kind, loving words. Now, pass the tissues.
xoxo
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Do you believe in "signs"?
I do.
I always have.
I also believe that God answers our prayers in many and wondrous ways....
And sometimes you just have to have an open heart and an open mind to see or hear the answers.
I've been having some issues, lately. Life seems a little out of control. I feel like I'm on a merry-go-round that just won't stop to let me off. Or a runaway roller coaster that careens faster and faster toward some inevitable unpleasant abrupt stop. Things are rushing toward me and past me faster than I can process and react. I feel really overwhelmed a lot of the time.
Yesterday, I glanced out my kitchen window to see a gorgeous hawk sitting on my neighbor's deck railing. I was so excited!! I've seen him around, usually in the sky, or perched on the neighbor's roofline. But this was the first time he's been down on "my" level. And as I stood there at the window watching, he flew over to MY railing, right outside my kitchen window! He sat there for maybe a minute, and for a moment or two, he looked right at me. Or so it seemed. And then, he was gone.
I felt it must be a sign of some sort....
This morning, I did a little research and found that the hawk as a totem animal was often believed to be "God" or His messenger. The ancient Egyptians (I knew this part) used the hawk and later the hawk head to represent the souls of the dead Pharoahs, their Gods. So, if this was a sign from God, in answer to my prayers, what in the world does it mean??
Hawks are patient. They will fly around for hours, looking for food to take care of their families; and if they lose their prey, they just try again.
Hawks have perspective. They sit up high, or fly up high, and can see all around them. They sit and watch, and wait, for the right time to take to the wing.
So, maybe he was telling me to be patient, but persistent. Take care of my family, patiently, and wait for the time to be right to move forward. And when I move, if it doesn't work out the way I had intended, try again. Be patient; have perspective; trust that the wind WILL blow beneath my wings again.
I always have.
I also believe that God answers our prayers in many and wondrous ways....
And sometimes you just have to have an open heart and an open mind to see or hear the answers.
I've been having some issues, lately. Life seems a little out of control. I feel like I'm on a merry-go-round that just won't stop to let me off. Or a runaway roller coaster that careens faster and faster toward some inevitable unpleasant abrupt stop. Things are rushing toward me and past me faster than I can process and react. I feel really overwhelmed a lot of the time.
Yesterday, I glanced out my kitchen window to see a gorgeous hawk sitting on my neighbor's deck railing. I was so excited!! I've seen him around, usually in the sky, or perched on the neighbor's roofline. But this was the first time he's been down on "my" level. And as I stood there at the window watching, he flew over to MY railing, right outside my kitchen window! He sat there for maybe a minute, and for a moment or two, he looked right at me. Or so it seemed. And then, he was gone.
I felt it must be a sign of some sort....
This morning, I did a little research and found that the hawk as a totem animal was often believed to be "God" or His messenger. The ancient Egyptians (I knew this part) used the hawk and later the hawk head to represent the souls of the dead Pharoahs, their Gods. So, if this was a sign from God, in answer to my prayers, what in the world does it mean??
Hawks are patient. They will fly around for hours, looking for food to take care of their families; and if they lose their prey, they just try again.
Hawks have perspective. They sit up high, or fly up high, and can see all around them. They sit and watch, and wait, for the right time to take to the wing.
So, maybe he was telling me to be patient, but persistent. Take care of my family, patiently, and wait for the time to be right to move forward. And when I move, if it doesn't work out the way I had intended, try again. Be patient; have perspective; trust that the wind WILL blow beneath my wings again.
Body Language
We watched a really interesting show last night on the History Channel.
It was all about body language. Did you know 93% of our communication is NOT what we say?? It's gestures, facial expressions, body postures, the tone of our voice, the rhythm of our words, and micro-expressions.
If you see this coming up on your History channel- watch it or DVR it. It's worth the 2 hours!!
It was all about body language. Did you know 93% of our communication is NOT what we say?? It's gestures, facial expressions, body postures, the tone of our voice, the rhythm of our words, and micro-expressions.
If you see this coming up on your History channel- watch it or DVR it. It's worth the 2 hours!!
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Too Much Sugar
From the sandpaper feel of my face, I'd guess I've been consuming too much sugar lately.
Hmm.... Wonder how that happened?
(insert rolly eyed emoticon here)
Hmm.... Wonder how that happened?
(insert rolly eyed emoticon here)
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
As If I Have Nothing Else To Do
I started a new blog.
It's in addition TO this one....
It's for gardening stuff. Link over there ------------------------------->
It's in addition TO this one....
It's for gardening stuff. Link over there ------------------------------->
Yay for good friends
... who swoop in when you're about to hit rock bottom, and lift you up.
... who understand the words you can't bring yourself to say.
... who load the dishwasher while you're busy doing something else.
... who buy the shoes you love, but can't wear.
... who share your goodies on the q.t.
love ya!
... who understand the words you can't bring yourself to say.
... who load the dishwasher while you're busy doing something else.
... who buy the shoes you love, but can't wear.
... who share your goodies on the q.t.
love ya!
Sunday, October 12, 2008
99 Days
99 days left in the Bush Administration....
uh, yay?
Folks, change is good. This change is gonna be really, really good.
uh, yay?
Folks, change is good. This change is gonna be really, really good.
Friday, October 10, 2008
The Boot Dies a Sudden Death
I was well into week 6 in the boot- getting ready to start the transition into a sneaker.
And I woke up one morning this week and said, "I can't wear it any more...."
It's not that I wasn't willing to, it's that it was just no longer feasible. The boot didn't allow me to squat, and I needed to squat. In fact, I needed to be able to squat more than I needed a few more days in the boot.
The Hubby fell last week and broke his hip. After the surgical repair and the requisite hospital stay, he came home, thank God. But that meant I needed to be able to help him. He couldn't move that foot, straighten that leg, sit or stand without help. And I couldn't reach that foot without squatting. Thus, the sudden death of the boot.
Part of being a wife and mother is putting others' needs before your own sometimes. And this is one of those times. Absolutely helpless trumps slightly inconvenienced.
Yes, the foot is sore. I'll start taking some anti-inflammatories..... well, I have to go dig them out of the medicine box first, but I'll do that when I get a chance. And now, at least I have an orthopedist, should I need her! In fact, the night she repaired Hubby's hip, she said to me, "What'd you do to that foot?.... and who're you seeing?" I told her what I "did," and to the part B of that question? "Don't ask." She laughed. I shrugged.
Que sara, sara.
And I woke up one morning this week and said, "I can't wear it any more...."
It's not that I wasn't willing to, it's that it was just no longer feasible. The boot didn't allow me to squat, and I needed to squat. In fact, I needed to be able to squat more than I needed a few more days in the boot.
The Hubby fell last week and broke his hip. After the surgical repair and the requisite hospital stay, he came home, thank God. But that meant I needed to be able to help him. He couldn't move that foot, straighten that leg, sit or stand without help. And I couldn't reach that foot without squatting. Thus, the sudden death of the boot.
Part of being a wife and mother is putting others' needs before your own sometimes. And this is one of those times. Absolutely helpless trumps slightly inconvenienced.
Yes, the foot is sore. I'll start taking some anti-inflammatories..... well, I have to go dig them out of the medicine box first, but I'll do that when I get a chance. And now, at least I have an orthopedist, should I need her! In fact, the night she repaired Hubby's hip, she said to me, "What'd you do to that foot?.... and who're you seeing?" I told her what I "did," and to the part B of that question? "Don't ask." She laughed. I shrugged.
Que sara, sara.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Today's best advice
My girlfriend, Joni, reminded me....
"Put your own oxygen on first, then help others...."
I knew that. I've told people that, myself.
I forgot.
Thank you, sweet friend!
"Put your own oxygen on first, then help others...."
I knew that. I've told people that, myself.
I forgot.
Thank you, sweet friend!
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Phillipians 4: 6, 7
"Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus."
....holding this close to my heart....
Thanks, SIL.
By the way, my request list is pretty long these days. But He already knows that, doesn't He?
....holding this close to my heart....
Thanks, SIL.
By the way, my request list is pretty long these days. But He already knows that, doesn't He?
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