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Friday, October 31, 2008

Thanksgiving 23 A Speaking Engagement

Sometimes the changes in me make me stop and wonder, "Who are you Girl?" I used to be terrified to speak in public. I had to do it on occasion and I covered those times with prayer, fasting, and a good amount of nervous sickness. Sometimes I think, "Wow, look at how I've matured," other times I think my www friend Joan has the right idea. See what I mean by that by clicking here.

A few nights ago I had the honor of speaking to a ladies group (Women's Ministry). Amazingly I wasn't nervous. I often hear what a great sense of humor I've got and how well I tell a story. I've accepted that perhaps these things are gifts that I'm supposed to use. Out on a limb, I started my little talk to a bunch of church ladies with this story and then this story. It worked. My audience laughed lots. One old lady had tears running down her face.

I spoke on how I have a lot of joy in my life but how misleading it would be to not tell the other side of my life. I shared my submission to the book called Six Word Memoir. Then I shared this stuff and other bits from my life. And I ended with this.

It went well. (Of course I laid awake that night tormenting myself with, "You are such an idiot." "Never before has one so stupid had a mike in front of them." "When word spreads, even more people will know what an ass you are." Sweet thoughts, oh such nice things played through my brain).

After the event was over and people were mingling, several ladies told me some snippets of their story. I'm always touched by what the person across the room has been through. Everyone, every single person, has a story to tell. Some people haven't plunged the depths of their souls and therefore can't articulate their story, but I am convinced that everyone doesn't just have a story, but that everyone has an interesting story. I'm glad to have regurgitated my story enough to be able to articulate some of it. I hope and pray that no matter what may happen in my life I'll always be able to cling to the Romans 8:28 factor; that I'll always be able to comfort myself by saying, "Every thing that's happened so far in my life, God has brought good out of. He will do the same in this situation too."


My Baby in the News

So you can know what kind of work Gordon does...

And especially for his mom who probably didn't see it.

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Thursday, October 30, 2008

Thanksgiving 22

I'm thankful for simple beauty. I love things that are simple and beautiful in one little package. Rachael made a cloth pumpkin in home ec class. Now mind you, she hates it and generally hates home ec in general. But I think her little pumpkin is adorable.

Everyday this little website sends a pretty picture to my inbox. Usually it's something relatively simple and the pictures nearly always make me smile.

Typically I don't look at a lot of home decorating type magazines because I know they could make me feel discontent. (This has often happened. I enjoy home decorating mags but often they wake up a wanting mindset in me that I really don't need to be awakened).

However this website, the inspired room, doesn't do that. It just makes me smile and I enjoy the beauty.



I've not mentioned that I've become a vegetarian. It all started as an environmental decision. A few years ago I read how the cattle industry contributes 1/5 of all greenhouse emissions. That was when I cut back on our family's meat consumption. I didn't cut it out all together, I cut our meaty meals to 3 or 4 times a week.

Then a few months ago I read this and it pretty well did me in. I've not had meat since and I have hardly missed it.

The other day coming home from school Deborah asked if we could have pizza for supper. She'd no more asked when she said, "Oh yeah, you're a vegetarian. Never mind."

A few minutes later she asked if I could make a ham and pineapple pizza with just the pineapple. It reminded me of when my young nephew Randy got a job at a pizza joint when he was around 16. He had never experienced Hawaiian pizza and was mildly repulsed by the idea of pineapple on pizza.

His employers weren't the gentlest of souls. One day Randy goofed on something. The boss went kind of ballistic and started hollering. "What's wrong with these pizzas?" he barked at Randy. Randy pondered the question, unsure of what he'd done wrong, and then hesitantly answered, "They have pineapple on them?"

Thanksgiving 21

I'm thankful that my grandson Roman has a wonderful life with loving parents. Read Steph's latest entry here.

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Wednesday, October 29, 2008


Yesterday, with 92 others - representing 29 countries, - I became a Canadian citizen. I am very excited about it.


Thursday, October 23, 2008

Psalm 23

I posted this before but think it's so sweet and could cheer up anyone who needs cheering.


Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Thursday 13

I got a catalog in the mail yesterday and had a few chuckles as I read these t-shirts and wall plaques.

1) I am fairly certain that given a cape and a nice tiara, I could save the world.
2) Many people have eaten my cooking and gone on the lead normal lives.
3) Three wise women would have… Asked directions, arrived on time, helped deliver the baby, cleaned the stable, made the casserole, brought practical gifts, and there would be Peace on Earth.
4) This IS my Sexy Lingerie. (on a oversized sleep t-shirt)
5) My Attitude is contagious but they’re looking for a cure.
6) If I’m talking you should be taking notes.
7) Don’t make me use my Opera voice.
8) Traveling 33 RPM in an iPod world.
9) I’m sick of being my wife’s arm candy.
10) English Major – You do the math.
11) Your participle is dangling.
12) Careful, or you’ll end up in my novel. (This one is my fave.)
13) Of course I live in the past, it’s cheaper there.


Thanksgiving 20

This is a little poem to me from my little Deborah. I'm thankful that my kids love toying with writing and poetry and such.

by Deborah

Babies babies
Little ladies
Cute as can be!

Soon they’ll turn to kids so happy
And sometimes you’ll have to be kind of snappy.

You’ll be so sad when they leave
I know that you will have to grieve.

When they come to your house
They’ll be wearing a size large blouse.

Seems like yesterday they were so small
And they’d have to stick with you in the mall.

Soon she’ll be gone with some kind of guy
As the days go by and by.

Soon she’ll have her own little babies
Just like little ladies.

Now didn't that make you smile??

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Thanksgiving 15 - 19

15. I’m thankful for this blog. You may think that’s silly, but it’s a wonderful record for my family. I have captured many memories here and those memories are very valuable to me. This blog gives me an outlet and I’d consider it one of my fondest hobbies.

16. I’m thankful for the girls’ schools. They are in good schools – next year they’ll all be in the same school as Deborah’s class moves on to Rachael and Hannah’s school. They have caring, supportive teachers and Rachael and Deborah have good friends from good homes. (Hannah doesn’t have the quality friendships that Rachael and Deborah have, but I’ve decided she has made that choice and it doesn’t break my heart like it used to. Hannah and Rachael are best friends and that seems to be enough for Hannah.)

17. I’m thankful for Gordon’s leadership. I think I have the best husband in the world (and I appreciate that you think your husband is the best. I think that is the way it’s supposed to be.) We are presently casting the net into unknown territory and it should scare me. There’s a bit of fear there, but I know I’m not the only one praying about it. I know that Gordon is seeking God’s wisdom and wouldn’t be foolish and knowingly jeopardize our family. I’m thankful that I can trust Gordon this way. He is an amazing husband and father, but this week it’s his leadership qualities that I’m appreciating so much. (Regarding that casting the net thing, I’ll let you know about that once we know for sure what is happening.)

18. I am thankful for my aged van. She just keeps going. A few months back I thought she was coming to the end of her life. But after having her see the doctor we learned all that was wrong was a tiny rubber thingy had worn out. It was a $12 part and Gordon was able to fix it. My van is 12 years old and has 250,000 kilometers (150K+ miles) but she’s still chuggin’ away, still reliable and I’m grateful. She’s not the prettiest car in the lot, but she’s been paid off for a long long time.

19. I’m thankful that Gordon is a great fix-it guy. He can fix almost anything that needs fixing. He’s saved us thousands of dollars, no doubt.


Thanksgiving 14

Recently a girlfriend from high-school and I re-connected through Facebook. She and I were rebels together and I’m glad that her life simmered down like mine did. Both of us are committed to following God and committed to our families. When I think about who we were as teenagers, I’m very thankful God brought us through those years fairly intact. Furthermore God gave us good sense to try and train our children to live differently than we did. My kids and her’s have chosen higher paths and I’m thankful to God.

Years ago my mom received a “still small voice” Word from God. I believe it was bang on and it comforts and encourages me regularly. (I may get the words all wrong, but I think I’ve got the idea right.) My mom was going through a time of healing and was reflecting on her own parents’ lives and their upbringing. As she thought about how they had been brought up, the baggage they carried and subsequently the baggage they gifted their kids with, she prayed for her kids and that the cycle would be broken. I don’t remember the wording, but the gist of what she heard from God was that every generation would progressively get more whole. The one phrase that I think I remember accurately is this one: “and your grandchildren will go free.”

My great grandparents had lots of baggage. My grandparents had lots of baggage, but probably less than their parents. My parents had their share of baggage but still less than their parents. My siblings and I have our baggage, but I like to think that we too have less than our parents. And finally I see so many chains broken on the next generation. Yeah they have baggage, but a whole lot less than I had/have. My kids, and my nieces and nephews, had healthy upbringings for the most part. I look at them all and am sooo thankful that I see much evidence of wholeness.

Re-connecting with Paula and seeing the spiritual and emotional health that her girls and my kids take for granted, I’m thankful beyond words that God’s grace has penetrated mine and Paula’s lives and especially the lives of our children.


Thanksgiving 11 - 13

I’m in the third week of boot camp, counting the days till it’s over and till I can be just a regular girl going to a regular gym at a regular time of day. This 5:00am business is really hard. I’m quite tired these days. All that to explain why I’ve not been posting my thanks as often I’d like. But I think about them lots and I’m going to make up for my lack of posts right now. God is good to me and I have many many things that I’m thankful for and that give me joy day in and day out.

11. I’m very thankful for my job. I couldn’t have found a better job had I tried. The hours are superb for me, the location is superb, my office is superb, what I do is ok. Sometimes I think my employer can’t justify my position and fear the position will be terminated. I hope not but I don’t take it for granted.

12. Boot camp is almost over -- I count the mornings every day. Hang on till next Friday Val. Hang on. My friend Elaine is doing this with me and I’m thankful for that too. It makes it easier knowing she’s expecting me to pick her up at 5:15. I’m tired, but it’s a good kind of tired. The desire to do this is a God thing and I know it. For several years I’ve prayed that God would change me from the inside out; that He’d change my desires and make me want to exercise. I’m incredibly grateful that He has answered that prayer.

13. I’m very thankful for the quiet time that is built into my day every work day. After dropping the girls off at school, I have one hour before I start work. I go to a park down the road from Debs’ school and that is my prayer and Bible reading time. It works perfectly for me. That part of my day is another reason I love my job as different work hours wouldn’t work so well for this element of my day.


Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Thanksgiving 10

Sweet Stephanie's ability to praise this Lord right now.

Read about it here.

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Saturday, October 18, 2008

Thanksgiving 9

I've got a grandbaby coming in June. I'm thankful


Thursday, October 16, 2008

Thanksgiving 8

About a week ago one of my neighbors got really upset with me. I did something really stupid, but it wasn't intentional. I pondered how to correct it but was kind of stumped. Yesterday I came home and the neighbor was out. I told him I was really sorry and that I didn't mean for everything to happen. I am so thankful that little experience turned out well. We are back on good terms and as far as I know, there's no ill will between us.


Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Blog Action Day -- Poverty

Today, October 15 is blog action day. Every year bloggers volunteer to post something that brings awareness to certain issues. Last year the topic was the environment. Today thousands and thousands of bloggers are talking about poverty. I hope raising the awareness of poverty helps. For one day can't we try to think and act on behalf of those who have little? I'm trying.

What are the greatest things we can do to fight poverty? I don't know. However I can think of some things that will help. I can't help hundreds but I can help a few. I'm sure you've heard the story of a little boy walking along the beach after a storm. There were hundreds of starfish that had washed up on the shore. He was throwing starfish back into the ocean. A man walked by and noticed the boy's activity. He said, "You know there's a lot of starfish out here. I don't think you're going to be able to help them."

As the little boy tossed a starfish back into the ocean, he said, "I helped that one." I'm sure that starfish appreciated his help. That's the moral of the story, eh?

Poverty is so huge -- there are more poor than not in our world -- I think we feel overwhelmed by the need so we do little thinking we can't make a difference. But that's a lie. We can help.

Years ago there was a couple living a few doors down from us who I became acquainted with. Every day they came home from their good jobs and more often than not they had take out food with them. One day we were out shovelling our sidewalks at the same time. She knew that Gordon has recently been laid off work and she asked how we were doing. I used the opportunity to tell her how God was taking care of us and all our needs were being met.

Oddly she turned the conversation to giving to charities. They weren't church goers but they had gone to church the week before to a baby christening. She said she'd put $20 in the offering plate and then added, "You know Valerie, we can't afford to give that kind of money it's just seemed like I was supposed to."

That conversation drove home to me how we North Americans are so out of focus on poverty and neediness. She thought 20 bucks in the offering plate was such a sacrifice but didn't seem to notice how affluent she lived. If we are all tapped out financially, sure it'll be hard to give. So to me, a logical first step in fighting poverty is eliminate some of our consumption and materialism. Once our standards of living are reasonably humble there will be more to give away.

Often times I see perfectly good stuff in peoples' garbage. Last week there was a make-up table and some beautiful baskets and dishes. Deborah promptly brought those things home and put them in the tree house. (Not exactly helping the poor I know). Every time I see the waste, I'm disturbed. I don't begrudge people for getting rid of stuff, but reusable stuff in the trash?? Why not Goodwill or the Salvation Army? Again, we have so much stuff that putting decent items in the garbage that someone somewhere could benefit from is common place. (I know in small communities there may not be the abundance of second hand stores that want donations, but where I am there are many. And there are many many people who can only afford second hand).

Praying for the poor is something we can all do. When I pass a poor or homeless person, I certainly don't always stop to give money, but it's always possible to pray. I want to do that more. But I also want to help them more too. I gave a couple a ride a few weeks ago. They were walking down the alley with a small tv wall-unit they had picked up in someone's garbage. We loaded it into my van and drove it to their little apartment. It felt good to help them, and God knows they appreciated it.

A few years ago we developed a relationship with a homeless man named Ron. Every Sunday we'd bring him to our house for a shower and lunch. It felt good to help him.

I sometimes pick up $5 gift certificates in fast food restaurants to give to a homeless or needy person. It seems I never have cash so when I go to pay for a $2 purchase on my debit card, it seems logical to make it $12 and buy a couple gift certificates to give away to someone who'd like a warm meal.

Gordon's brother and his family serve dinner to the needy in a huge church organized "feed the poor" Christmas meal. My mom invites a low-income lady for meals several times a week. Opportunities to help are endless.

On a world wide scale, there are opportunities for us common folk too. Here are a few of my favorites.

1) Click for hunger is something those of us who are on the computer daily can easily do. It is so easy. Just sign up and they'll email you a reminder with a link every day. When you get your email, click on the link and when the link opens you click an orange button. Every click provides food for a hungry person. I checked this out personally and it is legitimate.

2) This one is new to me, but it's along the same line. Give free rice. It's a vocabulary game and every right answer gives rice away. I didn't read enough to know how it works, but I know my vocabulary could be expanded and the poor helped too. Why not?

3) Operation Christmas Child is a wonderful way to help poor children. I'll admit I've not done this in a couple years. However what I used to do worked very well for me. Once a month when I was grocery shopping, I'd look for something on sale that was suitable for the Christmas boxes. Toothpaste, soap, toothbrush, little toys, crayons, whatever. I'd buy 12, bring it home and put it in the pantry. By the end of the year, I had the contents for 12 shoe boxes. It was nearly effortless and financially painless.

4) Samaritan's Purse, the organization behind Operation Christmas Child, publishes a catalog where you can buy cows, goats, chickens, and many other things than would give poor families in undeveloped countries opportunity to grow their own food. It's a beautiful beautiful opportunity. There are many organizations that do this now. I think it's absolutely delightful.

5) Compassion International is another favorite of mine. Sponsoring a child is easy. For less than $50 a month you can feed, clothe, and send a child to school. What an investment.

There are tons more organizations to help the poor. These are some that I'm familiar with and know are good.

If you forget or discount everything I've said, please still think of the poor and how you can help today.

I'd love to know what you do for the poor or under-privileged.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Thanksgiving 7

I had a lovely visit with Stephie Pooh last night. I love to hear her stories of Roman's growth and development and always find a bit of cuteness in her stories of his mischief. Being a grandma sure is different than being the mother.

She told me things she's learning and I was pleased to hear of her own growth and maturity as a little homemaker, wife and mother. Why do those things please me so? It's all delightful to hear about. It's like a refreshing glass of iced tea on a hot summer day. Smile...

Romie Boy throws fits now. Who'd thunk it? He's a mere mortal with a sinful nature. As she and John Mark struggle through how to train him in a Godly path, I am thankful that I know everything will be OK. They are going to hit and miss the mark so many times just like the rest of us, and yet because of the grace of God, Roman is going to be OK. He's going to be a normal little boy but he already knows how very special he is and how loved he is. Could I ask for more?

Roman has thrown a few fits and the times where Stephanie "got firm" with him only served to make him angry. She told me of one little fit where she felt like God gave her wisdom. When he started his one-year-old anger bit, she remembered the verse, "A soft answer turns away wrath." She got down on his level and softly chastised him. Amazingly it worked.

Isn't God good to give little snippets of wisdom to us struggling moms? He did it for my mom, for me, and now he's doing it for Stephanie. I'm thankful.


Thanksgiving 6

Yesterday I was the first one up to welcome Thanksgiving Day. Like I've said before, Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday and the time alone first thing in the morning was a lovely treat. My coffee and I sat in the window taking in fall beauty and peace. I thought of how luxurious my life is. Coffee, a comfortable sofa to sit in while I looked down the street of a Canadian middle class neighborhood. Down the hall my family slept safely, soundly, and comfortably with hardly any cares. All around the world women don't have those simple things that would be nothing short of luxurious to them. I am thankful for the peace in my life, the peace in my home, the peace in my country.


Sunday, October 12, 2008

Thanksgiving 5

If you're just tuning in, I'm tracking thankful thoughts from now (Canadian thanksgiving season) till US Thanksgiving. I don't mean to bore you with my trivial thoughts, but it's a good exercise for me and I am quite alert to the goodness in my life when I'm actively thinking thankful thoughts. Today is my 5th entry.

Gordon's good financial sense

Yesterday we met with a financial type person and she bragged on our financial situation. Let me assure you we don't have a lot of liquid assets, but we have nearly no debt, good jobs, all our needs met and most desires too. She said we are in great shape. (I'm sure "great" is relative, but it was nice to hear).

I'm so thankful for Gordon's self discipline and commitment to delay gratification until he can pay cash. If I were in charge of finances, I just might have us in the poor house. I appreciate his taking care of us and his financial good sense.

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Thanksgiving 4

I'm strong in body

Yesterday I had the opportunity to help a lady I go to church with. She's recently diagnosed with cancer and is in a lot of pain. She's recently moved into a new house and her kitchen grout was dirty. It was bothering her but she's physically unable to tackle the job. It was a big job but I got her grout clean. I'm thankful for my own health and ability to do that kind of work.

(Her grout wasn't nearly as bad as mine is. There's a touch of irony and humor in me cleaning her grout when mine is clearly more in need of it. I told Gordon I was going to go figure out how to clean grout, come home and show him how to clean ours. He didn't think that was as funny as I did.)


Thanksgiving 3

Deborah's sweet spirit

A few days ago I was having an off day. I was tired and cranky and slightly overwhelmed with things I needed to do. Everyone was trying to stay out of this grumpy woman's way. Everyone but Deborah. She was very concerned for me and hung around seeing if there was anything she could do to ease my irritability. "Mama, would you like me to _______." "Would it help if I did _______?" "Mama are you feeling better?"

It's not my kids' responsibility to make me feel better. However seeing Deborah genuinely wanting to help me blessed me. It's not just me she would have wanted to help, she would have wanted to help anyone she knew was having a bad day. She's precious. I'm very thankful for her sweet spirit.

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Friday, October 10, 2008

money trivia

I read these little statistics on Get Rich Slowly and found them mildly fascinating. I am soooo not normal. If I ever have $104 in my purse, something is up, like I'm travelling or about to make a "cash only" purchase. Here are some stats:

96% of women carry a purse or a wallet. (I'm normal).

61% of men carry a wallet, while 6% use a money clip, and about 20% carry cash loose in pockets. (Gordon's normal, so are most of the men I know).

The average purse or wallet contains about $104. (I'm so not average).

13% of American adults use a piggy bank, while 28% collect change in a jar.(What? Only 13% have a piggy bank? I have a lovely pink piggy bank and it stays pretty well stocked with coins. That's how I pay for all my little things. Since only 13% have piggy banks, I guess I'm not normal in this department either).

Just over 15% of Americans keep a serious stash of cash around the house — about half of these hide it, while the other half keeps it someplace obvious. (Just occasionally will I have a stash hidden, but my idea of a stash is 20 or 40 bucks).

Another third of the population keeps a small amount of cash on hand for emergencies. (That's Gordon's job, not mine :).

More than half of us don’t keep any extra cash in the house at all. (Finally, I'm normal).


Thanksgiving 2

This is a really cool exercise I'm doing. Writing "thanks" as they come to me is making me aware of just how good my life is.

Yesterday Gordon phoned and said he would be late for dinner. This is so unusual; he usually comes home right as I'm putting the finishing touches on our meal.

Yesterday when he phoned to say he'd be late, I was disappointed that we'd be eating without him. I immediately realized how my husband coming home on time (or coming home period) is something I take for granted. I am thankful my husband is faithful, considerate, a family man, and usually home for dinner. :-)

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Thursday, October 9, 2008

Thursday Thirteen

As you know, I'm diligently striving to get fit. There are a number of resources that I've called on to help me in my numerous times of need. Among those are quotes of encouragement. I have these stuck on various places of my desk. I just counted them, and guess what, there are thirteen. Perfect for a Thursday Thirteen. I hope these encourage you like they do me.

1. It’s never too late to be what you might have been. – George Ernst

2. Every day that you do the right thing is one day closer to the results to want. – Jeff on My Super Charged Life.

3. And in the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years. – Abraham Lincoln

4. Failure is only the opportunity to begin again more intelligently. – Henry Ford

5. Your outer world reflects your inner world.

6. The grace of God is with you no matter what happens. – 2 Peter 5:12

7. It’s better to wear out than to rust out. – Richard Cumberland

8. A boat is off course most of the time it’s enroute to its destination. But it still gets there. How? The navigator makes tiny adjustments constantly to get it where it’s meant to go. It’s not about making one big leap, rather tiny ones every day.

9. You are the creator of the life you want to live.

10.You are what you do.

11.The elevator to success is out of order. You’ll have to use the stairs… one step at a time. – Joe Girand

12.May the God of peace who brought Jesus my LORD from the dead equip me with all I need for doing his will. May he produce in me, through the power of Jesus Christ all that is pleasing to him. – Hebrews 13:20, 21

13.We first make our habits and then our habits make us. – John Dryden

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Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Thanksgiving 1

Monday is Canadian Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. It’s not the festivities that make it my favorite, but rather the spirit of gratitude that it’s all about.Traditionally on Thanksgiving I make a list of things I’m thankful for. The list seems to go on and on. Yesterday I had a brainy idea of sharing individual posts of some of my thanks. I’m beginning today and I’m doing it until US Thanksgiving. (After all, I’m both an American and a Canadian.)

Canadian and US Thanksgiving falls roughly a month a part. In the early days of our marriage I strove to celebrate both holidays in a festive manner. Alas, it was too much effort to facilitate work and school schedules. Now we just celebrate Canadian Thanksgiving, but in my heart I celebrate both.

Today’s thanks: The Sense of Sound.

In the past I’ve under-appreciated the wonder of hearing. I have sensitive ears and often feel assaulted by noise. Furthermore I have a high need for peace, quiet, and down-time. On numerous occasions I’ve spurned the onslaught of racket. Trucks, loud cars and motorcycles, loud music, ringing telephones, saws, airplanes, the lady beside me who talks incessantly,… I focused more on the sounds I hated and regretfully, little on the sweet wonderful sounds that fill my life. I realize it’s a no-brainer for most people but it’s a fairly recent reason for thanksgiving for me. I never stopped to consider all the lovely sounds that infuse my every day.

Yesterday Deborah and I were outside in a steady fall breeze. I said, “Shhh. Hear that?” We listened to the breeze in the poplars and it was music to my ears. I told Deborah I think the leaves are one of God’s musical instruments. He sends the breeze and makes glorious melodies.

How many times have I been blessed beyond words by my children’s laughter? Innumerable. Even as I type this I smile at the thought of those sounds.

How often in years past did I smile (and I’m smiling now too) when my babies woke from naps and stood in the cribs and beckoned me with the sweet chirp, “Ma-Ma?” Priceless memories.

I remember Romie Boy and his “Whazat?” (“What’s that?” for those of you who may not understand Romanese.) I think of his “whazats?” often and joy wells up in me.

The sweet words from my children, they bless me day in and day out. A couple of days ago Rachael and I were walking when out of the blue she said, “Mom, I love you.” *Smile*

Gordon has a deliciously warm voice that makes me all cozy inside.

Johann Sebastian Bach’s music always relaxes me.

Lucy Dog’s groans of ecstasy when I rub behind her ears, it’s too cute for words.

God, I’m very very grateful to hear. Thank you for giving me the sense of sound.


Tuesday, October 7, 2008

financial savvy? humph

I've been thinking about finances, contentment, life-style choices, advertisement and things along these lines lately. I had an a-hah moment this morning, thanks to Jeff at My Super-Charged Life. Isn't it curious, ironic, crazy -- call it what you like, that the folks claiming to have the most financial savvy are the same ones getting a 700 billion dollar bailout???

Have you thought of the whole bailout crisis in that light?


Monday, October 6, 2008

boot camp, round 2

This morning at 5:00 I started month 2 of (physical fitness) boot camp. Although I'm the only one in this class that's a second-timer, I'm still the most overweight and out-of-shape. Sigh. (I get the distinct impression boot camp is not a favored past time for fat folks).

My friend Elaine is boot camping with me this month. Right off the bat this morning she pulled something in her leg and from that moment on she was the class grunter. I was happy to surrender the title.

Someone said, I think it was Anais Nin, that we see the world as we are, not as the world is. As I was driving home this morning I thought about my first day of boot camp last month. It was so hard for me; I thought I might die -- literally. It was hard this morning too, but not once did I think I was closing in on death.

When I got home, Gordon greeted me by sweetly (and proudly, he's proud of me for all this effort) asking, "How are you doing?" I was pleased to be able to reply, "I'm a whole lot better than I was this time last month."

After a shower I fell back into bed and slept another 45 minutes. The first day last month, I nearly slept the whole day.

My point? I realized this morning that last month I went on and on about how hard boot camp was. Experiencing it freshly again this morning, I realized with clarity that the problem isn't how hard boot camp is, rather how out of shape I am. I spent the month seeing the world (boot camp) as I am, not how it (boot camp) is. I can't say I'll enjoy it, but again, I know I'll be a better and more fit person having done it.

Again, my goal is to finish the month without missing any sessions.


Friday, October 3, 2008

just for fun

A woman was sitting at a bar enjoying an after work
cocktail with her girlfriends when Steven a tall,
exceptionally handsome, extremely sexy, middle-aged man
entered. He was so striking that the woman could not take
her eyes off him.

The young-at-heart man noticed her overly attentive stare
and walked directly toward her. (As All men will.) Before
she could offer her apologies for staring so rudely, he
leaned over and whispered to her, 'I'll do
anything, absolutely anything, that you want me to do, no
matter how kinky, for $20.00...... On one condition'

Flabbergasted, the woman asked what the condition was. The
man replied, 'You have to tell me what you want me to
do in just three words.'

The woman considered his proposition for a moment, and then
slowly removed a $20 bill from her purse, which she pressed
into the man's hand along with her address. She looked
deeply into his eyes, and slowly and meaningfully said....

"Clean my house."


Thursday, October 2, 2008

Thought for the Day

If God had a refrigerator, my picture would be on it. :-)))