School Days

Sigh. For some unconscious reason I check out my High School page on Facebook from time to time. Don’t get me wrong, I actually remember some of the names of classmates and a fleeting thought of sweetness passes through my mind. Then I realize I really never “knew” them.

We had a “huge” class back then. Was really quite impossible to have known them all. Not to mention that I should have gotten the title – “World’s Best Wallflower” – if they had that one. I was pretty pathetic. Those who know me now I’m sure are wondering what I’m talking about?? I’ve come a long way, baby!

If any of my fellow classmates from MTHS should read this, please, do not take this personally – you probably don’t even remember me so there are no hard feelings.

Through most of HS I had 2 good friends. HS is pretty intense. So much to be concerned about – style, hair, homework, grades, friends or no friends. Boy! I’m so glad it’s way behind me now. WAY behind me!

After reading a few posts on my HS page in FB today it triggered some memories and I saw some pics of an old friend. I started to think, by looking at their pics, that they looked rather successful and fantastic and totally happy with their life. I started to wonder what I’ve done with mine! Arg! Nothing! Or so it felt at the moment…….

Actually, I’m quite happy. I’m married to the same guy for 37 years. My children are wonderful adults living wonderfully happy lives and married to fantastic women (last one to marry June 27th)! Then there are the grandkids! 3 great boys back east and a new girl here near me. Ahhh, this sounds better all the time.

And me? I do the things I love to do. I get to travel now and then, I read a lot, I write, I fiddle with art work and music, I have great friends who actually KNOW me, I love the great outdoors and my awesome dog and I’m learning to ride horses! Wow. I feel pretty good right now.

How about you? Can you say you’re happy and satisfied with who you are? Or do you know yet who you are? It took me a while to know me. It wasn’t until our third child came along that I began to see who it is that our God created. Childhood was an adventure and a lot of kinks came along the way. Sometimes we don’t fully discover who we are till much later in life. That’s OK – never give up. Always continue forward ever learning more and more about yourself and others.

I love adventures and I love mysteries so I look forward to learning more and more about me!


Hayley Mills

I am so thankful to God for my dog.  I can’t remember when I first desired to have this breed of dog.  I just feel like I “always” wanted one.  I know I wanted this breed back in the late 90s when we bought a house.  But, my kids and my husband insisted that a Siberian Husky was definitely the way to go.  So, we drove about 2.5 hours to the Pocono Mountain area of Pennsylvania and bought a 3 month old Husky.  He was equally afraid of me as I was of him.  But 13 years later when we had to put him down we reminisced of his life with us.  I loved him.  He was beautiful, faithful, somewhat obedient (when he wanted to be), never sick a day in his life and brought us 13 years of joy and love.

Now you may be wondering what kind of dog I wanted.  I wanted an Airedale Terrier.  I don’t think I ever met one until about 6 years ago and that was after a long time desire to have one.  I guess somewhere I saw pictures of those dark brown teddy bear eyes.

I even asked our vet about the breed and he told me they are very difficult dogs.  He said they needed a lot of training and it had to be early on or forget it.

It was after viewing an episode of the Gilmore Girls – the one where Lorelei adopted a dog and named him Paul Anka (after the 50s-60s singer) that I announced that I wanted an Airedale Terrier named Hayley Mills after my favorite childhood actress.

Well, November of 2009 I brought home an 8 week old Airedale named Hayley Mills.  It was love at first sight.  This dog has made me laugh and made me cry because of pure love for each other.  She is by far the smartest dog I’ve ever had and there are moments I really think she is human.  Those beautiful teddy bear eyes are deep and speak a thousand words and have totally won us over.

I do thank my God for her.  I feel I was given a gift and a fulfilled dream when I brought her home.  Dogs are truly one of man’s best friends.


Ear to Ear

I love technology.  To a certain degree.  I have an iphone and I text and do Face Book.  I like myspace but most people I know hated it so I had to move over to FB.  I think it is amazing what computer geeks (geek is a good word to me) know and come up with.  I Skype – totally amazing that I can see and talk to someone in Egypt!  For free!!!

BUT I am discovering that more and more people do not know how to talk to someone face to face.  That means in person – not Skype of Face Time on your iphone.  In person.  That means talking to someone that is so close you could reach out and touch them physically with your hand.  Human touch?  What?

I did that today.  Well, almost.  I heard a sound, a song actually.  What was that?  Oh.  My phone is “ringing”.  I answered it and the voice of a friend that I only have really talked to on Face Book was on the line.  We talked for 1 hour and 36 minutes!  We laughed and cried and just had fun.  We did not LOL or whatever the “code” is for crying.  It was rather tangible and incredibly rewarding!

Hearing the voice of a friend or family member (who actually is a friend or family member) on a phone or face to face is a good thing, a pleasant experience AND most rewarding in that you don’t feel like you wasted over an hour from doing whatever is so important ——- people that love us and that we love are far more important in the long run.  Let’s not lose that.


Kiss Me

Did you know that the Greek word proskuneo means to kiss (like a dog licking his master’s hand), to do reverence to, adore, etc.?  It originally carried with it the idea of subjects falling down to kiss the ground before a king or kiss their feet.

When I worship God I like to think of this.  He is definitely worthy.  There is a song by Sixpence None the Richer that I think of my God when I hear it.  Come on, bear with me and use a mature mind.  Nothing “sexual” about it.  Simply paying adoration and reverence to a God who is closer than a brother – a real friend AND a king.

Sixpence None The Richer – Kiss Me

Kiss me out of the bearded barley
Nightly, beside the green, green grass
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step
You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon’s sparkling
So kiss me

Kiss me down by the broken tree house
Swing me upon its hanging tire
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat
We’ll take the trail marked on your father’s map

I like to think of the “We’ll take the trail marked on your father’s map” as me and Jesus and God the father’s map.  A journey through life.

I hope the reader doesn’t take offense by what I say here today.  It’s not about religion, but a relationship with The Father, The Son and the Holy Spirit.  That’s what He wants.

Just something for you to ponder. 🙂



3 Steps Forward …….

You know the saying, 3 Steps Forward, 2 Steps Back.  I hate it.  Well, hate may be a strong word for I how feel.  What I mean is that the saying is so true of life BUT I hate when it happens – the 2 steps back part.  I want to just keep stepping forward!

I realize that never having back steps isn’t good to living a successful life.  It’s those back steps that keep us humble and teach us many valuable lessons for the life we live and then later impart wisdom to others and hopefully help them to side step some obstacles.

So, years ago I chose to embrace the back steps and learn all I can from them.  But there are times that I just plain hate them.  There are times that I want to ignore them and go forward MY WAY.  I know, I shudder also and therefore will not ignore them this time (even though they get really old sometimes) and stay in “step” with the one who guides me.

After all, in Jeremiah 29:11, the Lord God says, “I know what I’m doing.  I have it all planned out – plans to take care of you, not abandon you, plans to give you the future you hope for.”  That says it all.


No Fear

Several years ago while enjoying Six Flags Great Adventure Amusement Park in NJ I saw a teenage boy with one of those “No Fear” brand t-shirts on.  It attracted my attention because on the front it said, “FEAR…..”, and on the back it said, “Thief of Dreams”.  I was taken back about how true that is.

How many times in our lives have we had dreams, whether big or small, and never went for them because of fear.  Those nagging little suggestions that talk you out of it. “It costs too much”, “You could never do that, what are you thinking”, “That is so not for you”, and so on and so on.

Today was my 2nd horseback riding lesson.  It has been a few weeks so it was like starting over.  A comment was made by a young lady standing by – “That horse is gigantic!” – at least that is what I heard.  Well, I never thought Pocahontas was that large the first time.  But when it came time to get on her I saw her “hugeness”.  I put one foot in the stirrup and froze.  Fear started to grip me. I thought, “What am I doing?  I’m too old for this.  I can’t even get on the thing.”  I have the best instructor in the world.  She is patient and kind.  I started to cry – like a 2 year old!  Then I thought of the crazy things the Lord had gotten me into:  10 days at a police academy when I was 51; climbed the Great Wall of China at a difficult location when I was 54. With those thoughts going through my head I simple pushed up and was told later I had a very graceful mount!  Yes!  I overcame my fear.  Getting off however was a lot less graceful!

I swung my leg over the horse rather gracefully but when my foot touched the ground my jacket became snared on the saddle horn.  I simply boosted myself up a little, undid the jacket, and released my other foot out of the stirrup.  This is when it turned into slow motion.  “Ohhhhh nooooo”, as I not so gracefully kept going and plopped on my tailbone right in the dirt!  It hurt, yes, and I laughed and continue to laugh.  The good news is the soreness will go away and the bruise should disappear hopefully by next weeks lesson.

And the better news is I faced my fear and overcame it.  That is success in my book!


What’s Your Passion?

A dear friend asked me today what makes me come alive.  What things do I do that excites a passion in me.  It didn’t take long to answer her.  I love to bake, and I love the great outdoors.  I smile when I make pie!  And I get absolutely giddy when I walk in the woods or along a beach and discover every bit of creation I possibly can!  And on top of that, I LOVE to make others aware of these discoveries.  I’ve actually had to restrain myself from grabbing someone by the shoulders, shake them, slap their head and say, “Wake up!  Can’t you see or smell all this delicious nature all around you?!?!?! Or smell and taste this wonderful pie – and savor every bite?!?!?!?!”

Whew!  That just got me going all over again!  What is your passion?  What makes YOU come alive?  Why not take the time, right now, to stop what you are doing and THINK – what is it that makes me come alive?  And then go another step – do it.  Take that first step to do what you have a passion for (if you’re not already doing it).  It may be small at first but no matter, just begin.  I do believe your life will become so much brighter because THAT passion is what God put in you to begin with and HE gets happy when we do what He made us to do.


Feelin’ Groovy

Slow down, you move too fast, you’ve got to make the morning last
Just kickin’ down the cobble-stones, lookin’ for fun and feelin’ groovy

Feeling groovy

Hello lamp-post, what’s cha knowing, I’ve come to watch your flowers growin’
Ain’t cha got no rhymes for me, do-it-do-do, feelin’ groovy

Feeling groovy

I’ve got no deeds to do, no promises to keep
I’m dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep
Let the morning time drop all its petals on me

Life I love you, all is groovy

These words say a lot.  Today’s weather was incredible and the honeysuckle out back is full and smellin’ sweet.  Taste’s good too!

So much to be thankful for.  God is a good God and I’m sure He’s singing with us.



Today’s “story” is brief.  I am thankful that a tornado did not touch down in our city today.  But I am praying for the loss in Sedalia, MO and anywhere else that was affected.

When the sirens went off at about 11:14 I had to convince my husband that they weren’t the once a month 11 am test sirens.  After we got down there we both agreed we need a dehumidifier and that will definitely make the wait a bit better – easier to breathe the somewhat musty air.

But we got through it.  Our first bout with tornado sirens in the 2 years we’ve been here.  And tonight?  The American Idol final night.

What more can I say?

God bless you all.


Creepy Basement

These things called tornadoes are a bit unnerving.  I actually asked my husband if we could move to Montana.  You never hear anything about Montana other then the beautiful giant sky.

But when you think about things – the west coast has earthquakes and rain and mudslides and floods.  The mid-west has tornadoes.  The south has them also now more then ever AND floods.  The east coast has outrageous hurricanes and now tornadoes.  So, I’ll stay put and ask God for peace in the storms.

Where we use to live we were required to have flood insurance.  So we got it and also considered seriously to get a small boat and tie it to our deck because our county was surrounded by water and much water in between.  Not to mention if they had to evacuate us it would take forever because we were situated on a peninsula with only 2 major roads out of the area – small roads.  So again, the prayer for peace.  Everywhere has it’s unnerving weather patterns and natural problems.

Peace and wisdom is what I need.  I have water saved in the basement and at the top of the stairs my purse, charged cell phone, flashlight, jacket, dog leash and snacks  are ready to take with me if I need to.  But the only problem is my basement is creepy.  My husband went down today and sprayed for spiders but I get the heebie – geebies down there.  So, the prayers for peace again because I would rather be with the spiders and other unseen creatures then sitting in the kitchen watching the “severe weather” come at me.

Peace to all,


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