Sunday, October 5, 2008

Nothing is Better than Family

Saturday, September 27, 2008


Thursday, September 11, 2008

God Bless America......

Oh say can you see...
...long may it wave over the land of the free and the home of the brave.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Blog Gratitude

The other night I had to have Corbie, (my daughter) fix my class blog. Yes, I said she fixed it. Some how my great computer skills were not enough. So, she went into damage control. She started to explain how I was suppose to work and edit in HTML and I nearly lost my mind. (Actually it is already gone I'm just trying to make believe I'm still here.)

Well the computer saga continues, today I had to have Linds, my Assistant, Secretary, Office Manager, all around do everything girl, and whatever title we bestow upon her, change the layout of my blog.

The truth is this blog belongs to them, I just post here once in a great while!

So to my computer gurus, I Thank You!

Monday, August 11, 2008

Floundering With Purpose

I am constantly acting as if my life has great purpose yet I am aimlessly traversing life’s path way. I remember hearing once if you don’t know where you’re going any road will do; that just about sums up my journey so far….I don’t know where I’m going and at my age you would think I should have a clue.

I’m certain I have a purpose. I know everyone does that is everyone but me. Yet I fail to identify just exactly what it is and how it should look. Just when I think I am zeroing in on my purpose I make a major shift and I find myself in change mode. You know that place where flux takes over and confusion is abounding.

I guess I should look at the bright side I do know what it isn’t. I know I was never meant to be a dancer. I have yet to learn how to do the pony and recently when I was told to get in 2nd position I had no clue as to what that was. (It did sound a bit naughty or maybe it is just my twisted mind.) Also, I am certain the requirements are to be coordinated, and graceful both of which have eluded me. Singing is out of the question….My singing is only for the hard of hearing, the shower, or my grandkids who are very tired and want me to whisper a soft barely audible lullaby…… Anything athletic is absolutely off the table – if you have ever watched me run, play softball or golf you know I speak the truth.

Laughing is the only thing I really do well and enjoy immensely. I can snicker, chuckle, belly laugh, cackle, there have even been a few times I have snorted. I also do it really loud and with great enthusiasm. I am aware that laughing may not really be a purpose but for the record I do it often so it must mean something. I laugh when I shouldn’t, I laugh when I am hurt, I laugh when others get hurt,(I know that is sick and wrong) I laugh at silly and goofy things, I laugh when I want to cry, I laugh when I should cry, and last but not least I laugh till I make myself cry.

Hey, what if laughter is my purpose? I’m thinking it just may be and little did I know I am on task. However it does seem a bit off the wall that laughter would be someone’s purpose. I don’t suppose everyone’s purpose has to look the same, or does it? For now I think I will flounder with purpose, and purposely laugh at my floundering ways. At least it keeps me in stitches.

Saturday, July 19, 2008

The Incredibly Wonderful Irene…..

Today I attended the funeral of Irene Lamping. I spent as much time in her house as I did my own. My friend Cindy was her daughter and many thought she was my sister (As did I). The funeral was everything Irene wanted, she planned it and it was orchestrated without a hitch. I’m sure she was delighted while viewing it from above.

However this isn’t about how wonderful the funeral was (which it was), it is about how wonderful the woman was. (Wonderful was one of her favorite words.) She was kind, loving, fun, friendly, I should say extremely friendly, for everyone she met was her new friend. She had this incredible energy that made you just want to sit with her. There were times I would stop by just to say hi and stay for hours. It was hard to leave she made you feel so welcomed.

Being a mom was her career choice and she had ten kids to prove she loved her job. I don’t think there is anything else she would have done if given the opportunity. To tell you the truth, I’m sure she felt that being a mother was her calling and she worked very hard doing it right. She was everything you could want in a mom and her children were everything to her. She was an amazing example for motherhood.

However what I loved most about Irene was her ability to love without condition. She loved you just because she did. She accepted people warts and all treating them as if they were perfect. Being around Irene you wanted to be a better person and she made you feel like you already were.

It is hard to say goodbye to someone who gave back more than they ever took and who made the world a better place just by being in it. My words fall short in expressing my feelings about her. I can only say how grateful I am for knowing Irene and that my life has been greatly enriched because of her. (Pink was her favorite color.)

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Food or blogging what should it be?

If blogging is suppose to be a daily event then I am a blogging failure. As you can see it has been over a month since I sat down to post anything. It isn't like I didn't think about it. There were times I even knew what I was going to post. But at the end of the day life just seem to take over and I couldn't make it happen. I can muster up excuses; like the week Corbie went to Africa and all I could do is worry. I had all sorts of crazy thoughts marathoning through my wee brain. At the end of the day praying for her safety replaced blogging.

Again it could be an age thing, for Corbie and Lindsey, my assistant, post almost daily. (A truly amazing feat in my eyes.) While I on the other hand am trying to make every second of my day productive, they are productively blogging. It may be that blogging to them is as important as eating is to me. Since they are both thin I may have to rethink the importance of blogging.

For now I’ll be somewhat half-assed about it, and know it is a reflection of how my life goes.

Sunday, June 8, 2008

In the beginning...

.....Corbie coached her computer illiterate mother through the rough and rocky road of blogging. She used all of her know how and let us not forget- patience - to set me on the right course. (She even set up my site.) She made it sound like it was a piece of cake. So when I said good bye to her around 11:00pm I was sure I would have this put together in no time. Around 3:17 AM I realized there had been a communication break down; I failed to really listen. I am sure Corb new I wasn't really grasping it but she also knew if she had to repeat the directions again, she would be directing (I mean banishing) me to the outer darkness or the hot ovens of Hell.

That I made it to this place is nothing short of a miracle! I feel a sense of great joy at this small insignificant accomplishment. Thank goodness I have found comfort in the music it has helped to keep me plugging along. Much to my yawning surprise I'm still awake hunting and pecking at the keyboard.

Age must be a factor in my inability to get it right in the beginning, but this old dog can and will learn new tricks. Here's hoping the learning curve will be swift and painless.