Wednesday Hodgepodge…April 20

Wow, mid-way through another week already??? These days are flying by! It’s time to join my friend, Joyce, for a little “Hodgepodge”. Let’s jump right into the questions, shall we?

1. What are your plans for Easter Day/weekend?  On Saturday afternoon, I will boil several dozen eggs, so anyone who wants to, can come and color them.  Last year, the four of us “girls” and the two “grands” colored about four dozen eggs. 

my girls coloring eggs last year...


On Sunday, I’m planning to bake a ham, with all the trimmings, for our three grown children and their families.  Unfortunately, Brad will be without Jennifer, since she has to work on Easter this year.  Following lunch, my husband and I will be hiding 172 plastic eggs, filled with candy and money!  You should see our adult children going after those eggs!!! Last year, Ed and I ended up helping the grandchildren find some eggs, while their parents did their own searching!

2. Besides Jesus, what one person from The Bible would you most like to meet and why?  I’m drawing a blank on this question today, but I’ll just say “Jonah” because I just watched a precious little girl telling the story of Jonah this morning.  I’ll share her video at the bottom of this post.  It’s worth a few moments of your time to watch this child tell the story! 
3. What is one modern-day convenience you didn’t have as a child that was easy to live without?  A cell phone.  Never in a million years did I dream there would be such a thing as a cell phone.  I managed quite well without making calls on the run, twittering, facebooking, or texting!  I have a cell phone these days, but rarely do I ever turn it on.
4. Are you more right-brained or left brained? If you don’t know what that means there is an interesting little quiz here.  Very interesting, Joyce!  I took that little quiz, and found out that I am 63% left brain.  Now I know!!!
5. What is something you intended to do today but didn’t? Why?  I intended to do a little more housework, because I’m really behind in my household chores.  I didn’t get everything done because I found playing on the internet was more entertaining–like taking that brain quiz!
6. Cadbury Creme Eggs or Reese’s peanut butter?  Neither one of these are at the top of my list of favorite Easter candies, but I’d choose Reese’s over Cadbury.
7. Who was your favorite cartoon character when you were a child?  I can’t remember a favorite character from my early childhood years, but during my adolescent years I loved “the road runner”.  Beep Beep!
Random:  Here’s the story of Jonah, as told by the cutest story-teller I’ve ever seen or heard.  What talent she has!

The story of Jonah from Corinth Baptist Church on Vimeo.

Published in: on April 20, 2011 at 6:59 am  Comments (9)  

If The Walls Could Talk…

Easter 1988 on the way to church--in front of our house

Three and a half years ago, my husband spent our last night in the house that we’d built and lived in together for over thirty years.  The decision to rebuild, and move didn’t come lightly or easily, but it seemed like the best answer for us.

We didn’t move far–just a few feet across the yard actually.  We renovated, then added on to an existing structure formerly used as our game house.  When the new house was finished, we simply moved our belongings across the yard.

We had no plans for our old house.  It was in need of much repair–the reason we decided to move in the first place.  We decided to just let our old house sit there, with plans to perhaps tear it down at a later date.  When our daughter heard of this plan, she wasn’t happy!  

Our old house sat empty and dark for about three months, before our daughter and her family moved into it.  They began renovations almost immediately.  A little paint here, replacing the entire floor there…followed by a new roof.  This spring they are in the process of repairing and painting the outside of the house, and the house is really looking great!  

As our daughter and her family proceed with their renovations, they are making their own memories, in the house, as a family.  As one era ended, another has begun, and this started me to thinking…If the walls of that old house could talk, what tales they could tell!

the old house, with the new house next-door

Those walls could tell the tale of a young married couple, very much in love, who built much of the house themselves, one section at a time.  She drew up the plans, while he did most of the actual building.  It would also tell how family members and friends came to help the couple work on their house over the years.  The walls could tell how the house has always been “a work in progress”.  How even after nearly thirty-five years, some things in the house remain unfinished…

Or the walls might tell a tale of the same married couple bringing home their little first-born child to the house.  How that first-born child, a daughter, developed colic and cried for three solid months, while her mother felt totally helpless and frustrated!  The walls could also tell how the birth of that daughter turned a couple into a family.

Perhaps the walls would tell the tale of how the pregnant, mother of one, sat in a rocking chair in the  nursery one day, and prayed while a tornado ripped through the backyard–but in the end,  left the house untouched.  Or how lightning struck the house twice in the midst of thunderstorms!

Those walls could also tell of the arrival of two more children, both sons.  They could also tell many tales involving two precious little boys, who  grew into mischievous teenagers, in spite of their mother’s best disciplining efforts! 

The walls could tell of a hole in the living room floor, put there by the careless teenaged friend of a son, who was handling the father’s gun without permission, and how both parent’s blood ran cold when they heard the sound of the gunshot from the front porch swing!  The walls could also tell of the relief those parents felt when they discovered nobody was hurt! 

The walls could tell of the house full of teenagers the parents discovered in their home when they returned home a day early from a solo camping trip!  Remarkably, not one member of their own family was among all of those teenagers!  The walls could also tell how the entire house cleared out within ninety seconds of the parents’ arrival…and how upset those parents were with their oldest son!

The walls could boast of  many birthday celebrations which were held around the dining room table in that old house.  The walls have echoed the sounds of the birthday song being sung many, many times–to both young and old. 

Many times the pitter-patter of six little feet echoed on the floor early Christmas morning, as little ones ran to see what gifts Santa had left.  The floors have been strewn many times, with mountains of wrapping paper,  in the aftermath of Christmas family get-togethers.

Unfortunately, the walls could even tell of some unhappy occasions experienced in that old house–including the loss of three out of four parents,  as the circle of life goes on.

I’m glad we didn’t tear down our old house.  I’m thankful that our daughter felt sentimental about the house, and that she and her husband have a vision and a plan for it.  I take great pride in watching my daughter and her husband treat the old house with the loving care and respect that it deserves.

the house as it looks family, new memories

I’m happy that the walls of the old house are still standing…and watching another young family making their own memories.  In the meantime, the walls of our new house are gathering memories of their own.  They are memories of an older couple, in the autumn of their lives…Their conversation centers around body aches, retirement plans, and hoping to make it to the next birthday.  The pitter-patter of little feet belongs to their grandchildren…  If only the walls could talk!


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Published in: on April 19, 2011 at 9:55 am  Comments (7)  

Meet Me On Monday…And Another Funny Drive-Thru Story

Wow, it’s Monday again, which means I’m joining Java’s “Meet Me On Monday” meme.  Here are today’s questions:

1. Caesar Salad or Garden Salad?  I tried Caesar Salad once, and I didn’t care for it much.  I guess that means I’m a Garden Salad girl!
2. Will you be watching the Royal Wedding on April 29th?  I don’t know… probably not.  I’m not very interested in the Royal Family these days.  If I do watch, I’ll record it, then fast-forward through the boring parts.
3. Last thing you spent lots of money on?  Our leather living room furniture.
4. Window seat or aisle seat?  I prefer to sit beside the window, so I can see outside.  I’ve never ridden on a train or a plane–only a school bus, lots of times, and I always got stuck on the aisle.  Speaking of riding on a bus…have you ever ridden on a school bus, on a field trip, with about forty-five noisy, smelly kids???  You’d remember it if you did!  I did ride a greyhound bus once–to Florida.  It only took us ten hours to make a seven hour trip!
5. Do you know your blood type?  Yes, I do.  It’s A positive.

A large portion of our Saturday was spent relaxing on our daughter’s front porch, visiting with all three of our grown children.  What a fun time we had just talking about “the good old days”!  Our children are funny, and quite entertaining whenever they all get together!  I’m a firm believer that families should spend more time together on the porch!  

It’s always like going home again whenever we all meet up at our daughter’s house, because her house was our former home.  It’s the place where my husband and I raised our family.  It was our home for over thirty years.  Isn’t it neat that our daughter is raising her daughter in the same house that she was raised in??? 

Has anyone seen the new show on TLC called “Extreme Couponing”?  I sure hope I never get behind one of those extreme shoppers in the check out line!  Speaking of couponing–with the economy like it is, I suspect we will be seeing a lot more coupon shoppers.  I’ve started printing and clipping coupons again, after many years of not using them.  I saved about twenty-five dollars this weekend by using coupons.  My savings were meager compared to the shoppers on “Extreme Couponing”, but I have twenty-five more dollars left in my wallet thanks to those coupons!

On Saturday evening, I decided it was probably time to make the Easter goodie bags for the grandchildren, and to stuff the plastic eggs for next weekend’s egg hunt.  About the time I got all of the goodies spread out, I looked up and our granddaughter, Madison was walking through the door!  I had my husband quickly “shoo” her out of the door before she saw her goodies.  Then about thirty minutes later my husband said, “I see car lights!”  I had to quickly scramble to get everything hidden and put away before the other grandchild, Caden, walked in the door.  I never did get all of my eggs filled…I think I’ll lock the door and close the blinds before I make a second attempt!

We managed to finish painting our front porch over the weekend, and it looks so much better.  Now if only the porch would stay clean and pretty.  It’s a nice thought, but with two dogs and a dozen cats, “it ain’t going to happen…”  I still have to find time to put a new coat of paint on the rocking chairs.  On Sunday, we actually managed to spend some time sitting on our porch, too!

I have another funny story to share with you concerning the “drive thru”.  This one is almost as good as the last one at Dairy Queen–when the girl tried to give us a shrimp basket instead of a hot fudge sundae and a milkshake.

This time my husband and I stopped at MacDonald’s for a couple of those one-dollar hot fudge sundaes.  Hubby pulls up to the drive-thru and says “I’d like two hot fudge sundaes”.

The girl on the speaker says “You want two fruity yogurt parfaits?” (What???  I’m dying in the passenger seat again)

Hubby says, “No, I want two hot fudge sundaes.”

Girl on speaker says, “Sir, we don’t have hot fudge yogurt parfaits.” 

Hubby says, “I don’t want parfaits, I want sundaes.”

Girl on speaker, “We don’t have hot fudge, we only have chocolate and strawberry…”

Hubby, “Well give us two chocolates.”

We drive around to the window, and while I am dying…What does the girl at the window hand us???  Two hot fudge sundaes–just like we wanted in the first place!

I think I’m going to have to forbid my husband from ordering anymore at the drive-thru…My heart simply can’t stand it!

Published in: on April 17, 2011 at 10:58 pm  Comments (13)  

Six Word Saturday…April 16


Welcome to Six Word Saturday…the little meme hosted by Cate, that only requires six little words!  Come on, join in the fun, by adding your own six words.

My six words for today are:   McDonald’s charges an “eat in” tax???

A while back, my daughter mentioned to me that McDonald’s charged her a “take out” tax on food ordered at the window.  I didn’t think any more about it…until one Friday evening when my husband and I ate at McDonald’s for supper–something we rarely do.  After we got our food, and were seated, my husband looked at our receipt.  We had been charged an “eat in” tax!  I couldn’t believe it–we had been charged a fee just to sit in their establishment??!

Today, my daughter and I ate lunch at a different McDonald’s.  I ordered a chicken sandwich and a small coke–and I was charged an “eat in” tax of thirty-three cents!  Again, McDonald’s charged me to sit at their table and eat my sandwich??! 

We can’t win at McDonalds.  If we order our food to go, they charge us a “take out” tax.  If we eat it there, they charge an “eat in” tax!  

I don’t see any sales tax listed on my receipt…What’s up with that???  Is the “eat in”/”take out” tax supposed to be the sales tax???  If so, then why not just call it “sales tax”???  

Published in: on April 16, 2011 at 8:39 am  Comments (13)  

Flashback Friday…How Does Your Garden Grow?


Whenever I saw Linda’s topic for today was “gardening”, I knew I had to write a post!  Linda’s beginning rhyme was “Mary, Mary!  Quite contrary!  How does your garden grow?”  My answer is–“It doesn’t!”  My husband and I aren’t worth a flip at growing much of anything, but our parents loved to grow things, for as long as we can remember.  Our mothers loved growing all kinds of flowers, while our daddies grew vegetables in their gardens.  Ed’s dad was actually a farmer, and grew crops to sell in his younger years.

Oddly enough, my parents never lived on a farm when I was growing up, but always managed to live in a house, in town, that had enough space in the backyard for a vegetable garden.  Daddy always found someone with a tractor,  to “harrow up” his garden, and get it ready to plant in the spring, then daddy tended the garden using a push plow the rest of the year.  He always managed to grow enough vegetables to feed our family for an entire year.  You could say he definitely had a green thumb, and one of the prettiest gardens around!

daddy mowing the grass...his garden is to the right (early 80s)

While I was growing up, and beyond, every summer was spent picking tomatoes, all kinds of peas, butter beans, squash, green beans, and corn, then “canning” or freezing the vegetables.  We shelled our peas and beans by hand.  Sometimes my maternal grandmother, would come and help us shell our peas.  After we got our peas and beans shelled, we blanched them, and put them in our freezer.

We always put our green beans in jars, then blanched them in a large canner.  We could only do seven quarts at a time though, so it was a slow process.  Sometimes we did the same thing with tomatoes, but most of the time we just put our tomatoes in the freezer after stewing them down a bit, then letting them cool.

my grandmother and mama (see the houseplants)

I hated canning corn the most!  Removing it from the cobb is such a messy job.  The juice from the kernels goes everywhere while it’s being cut off the cobb, and corn juice is sticky!  Mama always took some corn on the cobb, blanched it, and put it in the freezer whole.  Whenever she took it out of the freezer and boiled it, the corn tasted like it had just been picked!  I’ve never been able to freeze corn on the cobb like mama could!

After I married my husband, our parents became good friends.  Both families had vegetable gardens, and  in the summer, all of us would sometimes gather and “put up” vegetables together. We’d have a great time talking and joking while getting the work done.  Our parents shared their vegetables with each other, too.  Those sure were some great times! 

Mama had a green thumb, but she used her talents to grow all kinds of plants and flowers.  She had an abundance of flowers inside and out in the yard, during her younger years.  Mama was always “rooting” something, as was my mother-in-law.  I’m sharing a photograph of me and my daughter, standing in mama and daddy’s rose garden.

me and my daughter posing in the rose garden in 1980 (garden in background)

  A couple of years ago, I ran into the woman who used to live next-door to my parents, many years ago.  She lived in the mobile home that you see in some of the photos in this post.  This woman told me how my mama had taught her how to grow plants and flowers, and how much fun she had learning from mama.  It made my heart feel good to hear her say such nice things about mama, but at the same time it made me sad.

You see, I never cared much for growing flowers as a young adult, so I missed out on that wealth of knowledge that my mama could have shared with me, as she had with her neighbor.  To this day, I can kill a houseplant faster than you can say “boo”!

My daddy’s been gone for nearly twenty years now, while mama’s been gone nearly fourteen years.  How I miss those garden fresh vegetables that he used to grow!  I also miss the good times we used to have out in the garden picking those peas and butter beans!  My mama had a habit of disappearing into the house in the middle of the bean picking–only to return about the time we were finishing up! 

Occasionally, I’ll ride by my parents old house, and remember the good old days. It’s been more than twenty years since anyone grew a garden there, and all of the rose bushes have long been gone.  That mobile home that used to be next door, isn’t there anymore.  I sure do miss the good old days…

Speaking of the good old days, today would’ve been my daddy’s birthday.  He would’ve turned 85.

Published in: on April 15, 2011 at 7:23 am  Comments (11)  
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Random Tree Tales…

the magnolia that we sit under

You know, I can still remember sitting in my mother-in-law’s yard over forty years ago.  She and I would sometimes sit outside in their swing, and she would tell me about the trees in her yard. She’d tell me how she and her husband had planted each one of them over the years.  At the time, I was still a teenager since I married at age 17, and it was amazing to me to think that she and her husband had actually planted those huge trees!  These days, I completely understand.

Yesterday was a beautiful day, and I found myself sitting in the shade of a large magnolia tree which is located just outside my front door, between my house and my daughter’s.  My daughter and granddaughter were sitting with me.  While sitting there, I began to talk about the trees in the yard, and how I remembered planting the very magnolia we were sitting under, when it was a small sprig. 

Back in the days when my husband and I were planting those trees, I never dreamed that one day I’d be sitting in their shade with my grandchildren.  Time passes so quickly!  Of course, some of the trees that we planted have died over the years, but several have stood the test of time.  The magnolia is among my favorites. 

For many summers, that magnolia stood beside our swimming pool deck, sharing its beautiful blossoms and fragrance with us while we swam or relaxed on the pool deck.  The pool and deck are long gone, but the magnolia still shares its blossoms and fragrance each year.

Another of my favorite trees is the sycamore tree located in our old backyard.  It’s the last tree that we planted in the yard, just a few years before we moved next-door.  I still remember the argument that I had with my husband about getting a sycamore tree.  He said the little balls that fall off the tree would tear up his lawn mower!  So far the tree hasn’t had any little sycamore balls on it!

Our son-in-law did reforestation work when he and my daughter met.  He and his dad replanted trees on cleared timber land.  At the wedding, Brandy and Clint gave out little pine seedlings as wedding favors.  We kept two of those little seedlings, and planted them in Brandy and Clint’s backyard.  Even though Brandy and Clint no longer live there, those two pine trees are still growing in, what is now, our oldest son’s backyard.  We fondly refer to those trees as “Brandy” and “Clint”.  Brandy and Clint’s first “child”, a chihuahua named Gizmo, is buried between those two pines.

"Brandy" and "Clint"...with the grave marker in the middle

I love trees, but there isn’t any room to plant new trees in our new yard because it is filled with pine trees, most of which need to be cut down because of disease or defects.  My husband is working on doing just that–one tree at a time.  It scares the “you-know-what” out of me every time he cuts down a tree.  I’m always afraid a tree will fall the wrong way, and end up in the wrong place–like the time one landed on the rabbit’s hutch!  Fortunately, only part of the tree hit the hutch, and no harm was done to the rabbits! 

I have to share one last “tree tale” before I go.  This tale involves a massive oak tree in a town where my husband used to work several years ago.  The tree was located in a section of town where the people lived in government housing, didn’t hold jobs, but received government checks.  The tree happened to be located near the main highway running through town.

Every day, many(non-working) people gathered under the massive oak tree and played checkers all day, while working people passed by on the way to their daily jobs.  At some point, the working people got tired of seeing all those people, being supported by their tax dollars, enjoying the shade of that oak tree all day!  Someone devised a plan, and killed that massive oak tree as dead as a hammer!  I’m not sure how they did it, or when, but the rumor was that someone had the tree sprayed.  Before long, the massive oak tree mysteriously died, and had to be cut down, and hauled away.

I’m not sure where the people play checkers these days, but it’s not beside the highway–in the shade of that massive old oak tree–for all the working folks to see, and I think the tax payers in that town are just a little happier about that.

Have a great, and shady day, my friends 🙂

Published in: on April 14, 2011 at 8:58 am  Comments (9)  

Wednesday Hodgepodge…April 13

 It’s time to join my blog friend, Joyce, for a little mid-week “Hodgepodge”.  Apparently, her button has taken a little vacation this week!  No problem, just click her name, and it will take you where you need to go, if you’d like to join in and play along!  Here are this week’s questions:

1. Would you rather talk to everyone at a crowded party for a short time or have a significant conversation with two people?  Since I’m painfully shy, I’d rather talk with just two people for a significant time.  I’d actually rather just skip the party…  

2. What objects do you remember from your parent’s living room?   When I was growing up, my parents had a sectional couch.  That couch never stayed together, but kept sliding apart.  I remember how aggravating that couch always was.  They also had a clock that I loved very much.  They had it for as long as I can remember.

 It had a ballerina on one side of it, that twirled around while music played.  There was also a painting of three ladies that I liked a lot.  When my parents passed away, I inherited the clock and the painting.  The sectional couch was long gone by then!  By the way, my parents never lived in a house with an actual “formal” living room. 

3. Do you hog the bed? Steal the covers? Snore?  Yes, Yes, Yes!  It’s sad but true, I’m guilty of all of these things.  Aren’t we all, at one time or another?  

4. Speaking of Easter dinner….what is your favorite way to cook/eat lamb? Or does just the thought of that make you squeamish? If you’re not cooking lamb what will be your entree du jour on Easter Sunday?  The thought of cooking or eating lamb makes me squeamish, but I don’t know why.  Probably, because I’ve never had it.  I’ll be baking a ham for Easter Sunday.  I can imagine the look on my family’s faces if I told them I was serving lamb!!!  I’d probably be eating alone.

5. Let’s throw some politics into this week’s mix-oooohhh…Do you know the whereabouts of your birth certificate and when was the last time you had to produce it to prove you’re you?   Yes, I do know where my birth certificate is!  I’ve had it in our fire-proof safe for years.  It’s been so long since I needed it for anything, I can’t remember when that was!  

6. As a child, how did people describe you?  Quiet and shy.

7. What do you complain about the most?  Politicians (I’m disgusted with the entire bunch in Washington), the economy (been to the pump or grocery store lately, or tried to find a job?) , and healthcare.

Random thought:  I feel really bad for young couples trying to start their lives these days.  Good jobs are scarce, and everything is SO expensive!  I worry about our children having to raise our grandchildren in such an unGodly world.  I also wonder what will become of my husband and me when we (soon) reach retirement age.  We’ve paid social security taxes all of our lives, and now there is no money!!??

Oh my, this is way too much gloom and doom…Let me end this post with a happy song and video  🙂

Published in: on April 13, 2011 at 8:24 am  Comments (11)  

Random Things…Photos, Pets, Cuts, Etc.

On Saturday, Brad and Jennifer traveled to Savannah to have some engagement photographs taken.  Historic Savannah has some beautiful outdoor scenery in and around the “squares”.  The photographer is a friend of Jennifer’s, and has shared a few photos with her already.  There will be around 300 photos when all are edited.  I’ve “borrowed” one from Jennifer’s Facebook page to share…

Only seventy-four more days until the wedding.  Time is passing quickly.  A bridal shower is being planned, and Ed’s pool room is strewn with silk flowers, napkins, dinnerware, and candles…I’m already preparing the centerpieces for the rehearsal dinner. I have to get things done when I feel like doing them.  I learned a long time ago, not to put things off because there are good days, and there are bad days.

Speaking of good days, believe it or not, I had another doctor’s appointment yesterday, and it was a good experience for a change!  I met my new primary care physician for the first time.  I’ve been seeing the physician’s assistant, so  I’d never seen the actual doctor before. I was pleasantly surprised!  He was kind, helpful, and caring.  He didn’t make me wait long, and I didn’t feel rushed when it was my turn.  I found it interesting that all of the doctor’s exam rooms are decorated with artwork made by his children, and a weekly bible verse is written on a dry erase board in each room.  A large plaque beside the exam table proclaims “Always Tell The Truth…then you don’t have to remember anything”.  Good advice, don’t you think?  I really think I’m going to like this doctor… 

After a lengthy ordeal of trying to get a kennel,  Jennifer has brought her bulldog over to Brad’s house to live.  She and Brad brought “Newbie” over to see us on Friday. We live in a fairly isolated area, and other dogs don’t ever come around.  It was hilarious to watch our old hound, Ethan, strutting around when he saw another dog!  He hasn’t moved so much in years!!!  I think Ethan could grow to like Newbie, but she wasn’t feeling the love!  The following day, Newbie wasn’t feeling the love again, when a snake crawled into the kennel with her!  She barked and caused a commotion until somebody came to help her!  Unfortunately, the snake got away.

We had some family drama on Sunday night when my son-in-law was taking his daughter to bed.  Nobody realized that a small ceramic shoe had fallen from a shelf on the wall, and broken–until my son-in-law stepped on a piece of it!  He cut a pretty good gash on the instep of his foot, and ended up going to the doctor yesterday.  In fact, he and I were at the doctor at about the same time!  No stitches required, fortunately, since the cut was long, but not very deep.  Thank goodness for that!

That will do it for this edition of randomness…my brain is just not being cooperative today.  Have a great day, and if you feel like having some fun, hop on Tuesday’s Train!


Published in: on April 12, 2011 at 10:53 am  Comments (11)  
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Meet Me On Monday…April 11

I’m joining Java for “Meet Me On Monday”. It’s always fun to learn a little bit more about each other, right? Don’t be shy, click on the button at the top of this post, and join us!

Here are this week’s questions:

1. Who would be your dream celebrity date? Tom Cruise! I used to be a bit “obsessed” with old Tom many years ago.  For a time, I went to see all of his movies.  Then he started making some strange movies…  I don’t go to the movies much anymore, but I still enjoy watching Tom on the big screen.  I think he’s aging gracefully… 
2. Do you have any food restrictions? I’m supposed to be on a low-fat, low cholesterol diet, but that diet is NO fun…so I cheat–a lot.  Life is too short to live without enjoying any of the “good stuff”.
3. How much time do you take to get ready in the morning?   Are you kidding?  On a normal day–about five minutes! I just slide on some old clothes, and run a comb through my hair.  However, if I am going somewhere, it takes me about 20 minutes. 
4. Sausage or bacon? I’m not supposed to eat this “good stuff”, but I prefer bacon–and I do eat it about once a week.
5. Do you Google, Bing or Yahoo? I Google, doesn’t everybody?  I absolutely love having such a wealth of information at my fingertips  🙂

Speaking of Google…I just finished watching all eight episodes of “The Kennedys”.  It was an informative and entertaining mini series.  After the show went off I began to wonder what Jackie died from.  I remember when she died, and I knew that she didn’t live to be a very old woman.

Google came to my rescue!  I discovered that Jackie died from non-Hodgkins lymphoma at the age of 64.  I also discovered that she was a chain smoker most of her life. She smoked three packs a day, but didn’t want the public to know.  She quit smoking when she found out she had cancer.  She also bit her fingernails.  Isn’t Google a wonderful thing to have around?

Have a great Monday, everyone 🙂

Published in: on April 11, 2011 at 8:27 am  Comments (7)  

Share It With You Sunday…Maybe

Maybe we were supposed to meet the wrong person before meeting the right one…so when we finally meet the right person, we’ll know how to be grateful for the gift…

Maybe when the door of happiness closes, another opens, but sometimes we look so long at the closed-door, that we don’t see the new one opening for us…

Maybe it’s true that we don’t know what we have until it’s lost, but it’s also true that we don’t know what we’ve been missing until it arrives…

Maybe the happiest people don’t have the best of everything, but instead make the best of everything they have…

Maybe the brightest future will be based on a forgotten past,  it’s difficult to go on successfully in life until you let go of your past failures, mistakes, and heartaches…

Maybe you should dream what you want to dream, go where you want to go, and be all you want to be, because you only have one life, and one chance to do all these things…

Maybe the best kind of friend is one you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation that you’ve ever had…

Maybe you should do something nice for someone everyday, even if it’s to simply leave them alone…

Maybe you should put yourself in another’s shoes.  If it feels hurtful to you, it will probably feel hurtful to someone else…

Maybe you should hope for enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, and enough hope to make you happy…

Maybe you should live your life to the fullest.  When you were born, you were crying, while everyone else around you was smiling…If you live a full life, when you die, you can be the one smiling, while everyone else around you is crying…

*Thanks to my friend, Cindy, who shared these thoughts with me through an email.

Published in: on April 10, 2011 at 11:38 am  Comments (3)