Picking up the pieces

September 25, 2016


I opened the refrigerator and saw the crystal bowl, as if in slow motion, drop in waves and then hit the floor with a mighty sound of glass splintering and grapes breaking off into all directions.

People use God’s name is so many situations. Thank God it’s cooled down. Thank God no one was hurt. Thank God the storm was less than expected. I often wonder if the name of God is even recognized any more, and if God has become just a phrase to express relief. I wonder if people really mean THANK GOD.

Thank God no splinters flew into the eyes of my puppy, standing off a far, looking as if he had done something wrong. I wondered if he would run off to the “naughty room”, his dog house, as he does when he carries something in his mouth that doesn’t belong there.

No, thank God he stood still and just watched, along with my good old girl, Dakota. Black as the night, wide eyed as children, they just waited for some reaction from me. To their surprise, I laughed. Why not.

My husband says to open any door or cupboard anywhere in the house is like looking for a bomb to explode. This time he was right. No one got cut. The bowl was just a material object, and the only other loss was a bunch of grapes.

I cleaned everything up. Looked at the precarious position of an opened twelve pack of Ginger Ale, I and decided to leave them where they were on the third shelf. Why not live dangerously….

It was so much easier to laugh and smile than to let the current situation overcome my senses and my life. I knew this too would pass.

Now think of politics. Let it go. It is not going to be life-changing to throw away all the moments and days we spend worrying. Let it go, and as it’s been said many times before….

Let it go and let God! The only control we really have is our response to life. I tried being miserable and it sucked. So I gave it up.


September 19, 2016

I recently saw a movie entitled “Equals” – my husband slept through most of it, though it rang several familiar bells in my head.  It was okay, but just gently interesting and and basically a love story.  It reminded me of a book I had read years and years ago – “1984 (better remembered as “Big Brother).

I actually followed up on that thought and found the director or producer of this filmed had pretty much followed the books theme.  As many current movies do, an older book or movie is picked clean and presented to the multitudes as a “new and spectacular” themed movie.

The Bible says:  “There is nothing new under the sun….” What it means is that anything we experience now has already been experienced and to believe that you have a fresh new idea, way of thinking, activity or anything than you are mistaken. Everything that can be thought of already has – only much of it is lost in history. It is not referring to reincarnation – however, that is another discussion altogether.

So I post today something I dreamed sometime in 2013.  I was recovering from two major spinal surgeries, so my dreams and my writing exploded.  I couldn’t do much else at that point.  But most of the things I wrote were just filed in a “writing” folder – with the intention of completing them at some point.

My mind was imploding we thoughts and feelings, and in that situation, if I had not written them down I might have blown at any moment!  As I shuffled through the file this morning I found this dream that I  experienced.

I say “experienced” because if you have read any of my prior dreams posted you would know my dreams are my “other life”.  A life I remember, and actually often can close my eyes and begin again at the same place!

So here it is :


The devils come out to play at night,

You must usher them gone in the light.

Inescapable, something written in the stars,

Not from Neptune – or Jupiter, – or mars.

Thwart their moves and push their plots away.

In Jesus name you have control

Today and every day.

You know who the devils are.


It never occurred to me that I would one day push a little girl off a ragged cliff and send her tumbling down into a rapidly flowing river. I had to do it. She was going invaded and consumed by satan.

It all began after the irreversible vaporization of much of the common population. No one knew if they were next. The thought police had begun the task years before, but the commons were transfixed with self and possessions. They hadn’t a clue they were already doomed. It began in mid century of the twenty third century. The Watchers knew as they listened past the inconsequential affair the commons seemed to have with the Leaders. Some thought it was impossible not to be caught up in the faces and folly they professed to the Commons. Watchers knew differently.

Dwellings still had the appearance of when they were all free, but we knew. We knew we were being scouted and appraised every moment of the day. We knew we could be plucked from our lives as easily as one plucked a petal off of a flower – in the day – when flowers were fragrant and followed the natural way to death and rebirth.

My days had been filled with Addison. Thoughts of rolling over and over with him in the sand, hot on our bare bodies, took over any sense that remained in my intellect.

If I wasn’t in the midst of remembering torrent love making, I was planning on our next encounter with thought, and thinking of our last.

When the three women moved into the stack below us, a chill ran across my back.

It wasn’t their appearances or demeanor, but something from within my gut told me these women were more than trouble; they were possessed.

Demons found it easy to disguise and enter a pure soul. There were still many hiding. People had been deceived for so long, the Quiet People found it necessary to begin to hide in more unusual ways. All a demon- plagued humans needed to do was offer a drink of devil juice, and gently nestle into the pure spirit from within each person. Once the spirit was diminished it was easy to guide these persons into a corrupt morality and vision. Once activated in a person, it was then his or her thought could find a no way to recover from the loss. Of course evil was still in control of most of the people of the planet and even those untouched were forced to go into hiding – at least their true knowledge.

It took re-education to train the untouchable ones. Thought police were everywhere and also were easily disguised. Untouchable ones were forced to stay in the hollows most hours of the day. The longer they remained in the Light from the Light, the stronger they became and the more resistant to tamper and experiment with “the juice”

There were ways to connect, but always with caution. Addison and I had known each other before the day of vaporization. We had a small circle of friends who were able to manifest the hollow mode and enter the hollows until they were certain those new were cleared.

No one Quiet people drank any form of devil juice. Thought police were aware of this and so it was urgent that they maintain neutral and hollow positions now, for most of the time. Night was of specific danger as the pathway to destruction widened and anyone who wanted to drink was able to get it for free. Laws regarding age limits, and any limits on the juice that had been active for years, were disregarded as soon as the earth turned to the point of darkness.

For that time it was best for all untouchable ones to lock themselves in their stack and simply withdraw until dawn. It was as easy as that, and as difficult. The temptation was always there as the noise of the night was not monitored or curbed in any way. The only way to close out the outer world was to play loud music – which of course -all untouchable ones did.

Addison and I did not live together. He had been discovered dead five years earlier, however, the death was planned and though I was not aware of it, he actually survived in the hollows without contacting me until a few months ago.

I opened my eyes sitting up.




Invisible Injuries

September 15, 2016

We all have them.  Whether they be mental or physical, they all come with the territory of being human.

No visual example of adversity. No example of individual interior adversity – mentally or physically!

The difficult part is NO ONE on planet earth can fully understand what YOU personally may be tackling as far as these unseen or unknown challenges.  No one will ever know one hundred percent.

This is why in order to succeed in life, we must attend to our own “healing” of mind-body-and spirit, and we must forgive those who don’t GET where we are coming from.

It may be the depths of hell to us, but not even within the view of others understanding.

The reason I lay all of this on US is because I am going through those invisible injuries.

I have had a pile of them all my life (off and on) – WE ALL DO.  They are all different and all in different degrees of the need to heal.

Truth be told (as politicians often say – if they only would!)  NO ONE but YOU can do the healing.  I will add in (because these are MY thoughts, and this is my place to offer up my thoughts), that if you have a belief system beyond yourself, life will be leaps and bounds easier to handle and the mountains less tenuous to climb.

I am fortunate because I have faith that cannot be shaken no matter how difficult my life become.  Honestly  life does not get easier as you age, it gets harder.

BUT THAT DOES NOT MEAN you cannot have laughter, and joy, and love, and reapall the rewards we humans still have available.

The key is how you CHOOSE to respond to your own problems, and the tenderness with which you CHOOSE to have understanding and forgiveness of others.  Personally, I can NEVER hold a grudge.  Being unforgiving and judgemental festers inside you like an infected sore.  When you forgive (even if you don’t mean it at first), you begin to heal from within!  REALLY.  You release ugly and negative thoughts, and are able to use your own healing powers for yourself!

Another great way to handle stress of invisible problems is to breathe.  Get plenty of oxygen and your body will “think” better and “feel” better.  It is THE WAY of your body. Think about it.  Slow or stop breathing and what happens?  Less oxygen, less optimal thinking and healing, and ultimately death!  So is it important?  What do you think?

Lastly, I guarantee I have at least thirty to forty things going on within me physically and mentally that no one can ever understanding.  But what I realize is it is UP TO ME to handle it all.  I tried being miserable.  It sucked.  So I gave it up!

Besides I use a trick.  I don’t know when it began, perhaps in the womb, but when an unexpected scenario confronts me, I ALWAYS try to find the humor in it – and laugh!  I know you can’t laugh at everything, but it doesn’t hurt to try.  Humor can really save your day, and your life!

You can rise above WHATEVER it is that is aching to pull you down.  Try not to exclusively dwell on the problems.  Divert your own attention by accomplishing tasks that lay before you.  When you feel like a pity party, TAKE A BREATH – think of it like ammo and a secret weapon.  It is.  If you think this is all pie in the sky and just words –

YOU WOULD BE WRONG!  I would not waste my precious moments, and each moment is precious to me, expounding on words with no meaning.  Thoughts with no depth.

So please think about it.  Read this again. I am serious. You won’t waste the minute it takes, and this time think about applying it to your life!  You must get into the habit of this way of thinking.  We are creatures of habit.  Please read it again and this time think about it with YOU IN MIND.

REPETITION IS THE MOTHER OF ALL LEARNING. Repetition is the mother of all learning. Repetition is the mother of all learning. Repetition is the mother of all learning.  Now close your eyes and say it.

God bless you, and I so very much mean it!  Flowers for you courtesy Park City, Utah  I have no idea what kind they are but it looked like they were placed gently on top of these bushes, and they were beautiful!Park City FlowersJPG.jpg


Here is the Confession

September 6, 2016

Here is the confession. Since my accident and incidents therein,

Too often I fall into deep depression.


I know in cyberspace there are fellow humans of like mind,

sometimes we search for answers, but answers do not find.


There is nothing shameful about having depression you see,

It happens in this lifetime, next door and across the sea,

It happens to us all -to you, and even me.


We are human. We feel love, terror, and pain, trauma.

Depression can hit us all – depression is not drama!


I awoke this morning covered with sorrow like dense fog.

Unable to find the departure, chained like a wild dog.


“What is the purpose of life?” I thought. My life is changed forever, and not for better.

I had a pity party – a pitiful one – no one came.


It was only I, raging like I was waging a war against myself.

Then praying, while rather insane, I placed my mind upon a shelf.


At last I thought, I knew what to do. Divert my own attention to something else……and maybe you should too.


So I left the room I was working in, took a breath or two and dropped to my knees.

“Give me help dear Lord, I prayed, let my heart feel at peace, if you please.”


Here I lay in bed, with laptop resting on my legs.

Writing simple poetry, trying to turn a phrase.


If I dwell on my sorrow, and cry and whimper, I will to hell cross the line,

Then I won’t smile or have joy in this moment of time.


All we have is this moment to live,

I must turn my thoughts not to get, but to love and to give.


I lay here and realize I still can write.

I can see in the daytime, and find rest at night.


Within there is a flicker of my light that should shine for many reasons I know.

I will find a few to jostle my memory, and wrestle depression with strength just to show….


I can DO whatever I think I can! My sorrows are few compared to many a man.

I do not know how much I time I have left to look at my life – nor days to enjoy.


I want to be an example of faith and of love,

I will keep praying for power from that of above.


I AM better already, can you read and see? Like I would with a child who needs help,

I diverted my own attention, and the task set me free.


Change your thoughts, change your emotions.

Use your wits to climb from the pits.


You may think this a silly poem, and some might think it not a poem at all.

But by taking the time to write it I kept myself from a major fall!


Do not stumble, do not muddle your thoughts to far worse than it is!

Now what was the stress management technique I used?

Ah, yes,….this is a quiz!


Simple and easy what to do – divert your attention – and God will bless you!








My friend

August 30, 2016

I’ve had more than a few people request that I post this particular thing again – and so I will!



You’ve been my friend for over forty years. Still, we teeter between love and hate.

You were with me for the good times. You were with me when I was down or in pain.

You were my friend when I was lonely and felt I had no other friend.

You gave me courage when I felt insecure, you made me forget.

You’ve been with me to heaven’s gate and then to the gates of hell.

It seems you’ve always been near, within my reach.


At times I hated you, but just when I thought you were gone for good, little by little,

You subtly sneaked your way back into my life.

You’ve always had your way with me.

You, my treacherous friend sometimes made me turn into someone else, a monster.

You made me seething with hatred and anger.

You made me think I wanted to kill myself.

You stole my will.

You made me see from a perspective that was not my own.


You sucked the life from me and yet I found myself calling on you again and again!

You invaded every area of my life, took me up and then dropped me down again.

You usurped my energy and spirituality.

You took my creativity, my intellect, and my motivation to be me.


When we parted you still affected my days and nights. I thought I needed you.

You almost killed me more than once with your reckless and distorted control.

You lure me into that altered state of consciousness, to be drunk.

To sleep the perpetual sleep, never perceiving reality.

Never to see the true shining star shining from within.


John Barleycorn. You are alcohol, the devil in disguise.  You and your associates will not

steal my life again.


You are socially acceptable. You are legal. I still tarry with you now and then, but you are


Do You Want Changes?

August 29, 2016

You may have heard “status quo” during this time of heavily pumped politics. In case you don’t know the definition of it, it means “to stay the way things are”…”keep the current situation the same”.

Apply it to politics. Of course no career politician wants anything to change. This is why some republicans are fighting against Donald Trump so hard. If things change then ALL THE MONEY that goes for their pleasure, the planes, the trips, the expensive clothing, and the perks that go along with being a politician…might be taken away! Things might change and all that makes them want to be career politicians might go away! democrats are concerned too.

I am neither republican nor democrat. I am an American. I am neither conservative nor liberal, but a fine mix of both that upholds my personal beliefs and philosophy. I am neither rich nor poor. I am white and was born into a middle class family (it would be poor now). My son said I was beautiful. I don’t think so.   I believe it was my heart and positive attitude that made me liked by many different types of people – White, Mexican, Black, Asian, American Indian…. whomever I got a chance to share time with was to me, was a human being worth getting to know. I was taught I am NOT the judge of humans. I was born to love God and others.

I was also taught the difference between good and evil, manners, and given the patience to get to know someone before deciding whether I wanted to continue as friends or not. I was taught NO ONE HAS THE CHOICE OF WHERE THEY ARE BORN, WHAT COLOR THEY ARE, and OR WHAT CULTURE THEY HISTORICALLY ARE FROM. NO ONE HAS A CHOICE IF WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE, IF THEY ARE GENETICALLY HEALTHY OR NOT, AND WHAT HIS OR HER PARENTS FINANCIAL STATUS IS! That’s the truth!

Of course we all begin adapting to life reflecting the values and thoughts of our parents, and other family members and those who participated in our lives often. But there is a point wherein we must decide for ourselves what path in life we will take…the high road or the low one.

I have separated from the initial thoughts that made me begin to write this morning. I don’t write every morning “just to write”. I write when I have passion about a subject, or feel it is God-sent, or important enough to take the time to sit still!

This started off with the intent of stating as citizens we have little real choice about anything expect on a personal basis within our minds and choices. We are presented with whichever multi-million dollar candidates “they” (not positive who they are) hand over to us peasants.

So to decide whom to vote for this year for president is simply a choice between one millionaire and the other. A man or a woman who has already been selected for us. for us. Someone who wants to keep the “status quo”, or someone who wants to upset the apple cart and make some changes (that may seem frightening to some individuals, and career politicians, for sure!)

I won’t vote “just because” one of the candidates is a woman.   I am a friend snob and only hang out with people who I believe are quality and truthful. I tried hanging out with “questionable girlfriends” – I couldn’t save them from themselves, and I couldn’t stay out of trouble! I would rather hang out with ME than people I cannot respect. (Doesn’t have anything to do with money or race!) As far as hillary.

I am old enough to remember everything from Tennessee to today, and the clintons are soooooooooo NOT as the media and the way they like to portray them. So she’s out! Her motto should be “I will LIE and DENY, unto death do we part”.

I liked lots about Bernie Sanders, but in the end he sold out.

I am reading everything I can get my hands on about Donald Trump. I do like the “tentative” cabinet he has selected…or at least the one mentioned on line.

The truth is I am favoring Donald Trump thus far. So many are afraid he will be radical and things will “topple”…. I don’t think that is a bad idea. I know there is a silent majority who have been not voting, and hold back about the fact things are not better – they are not better at all!

For as many “accolades” as obama lovers give him (and I really tried the first four years) I have seen a radical increase in racial tensions…. I am old enough to remember that the racial problems for many years have been on the decline until a few years after he actually took office. If you think about it, “tension” in many areas has increased in the last eight years.

I will always be upset with him for not declaring, he is not black – he is mulatto. I have no problem with black! I have NO problem with mulatto! I have two EXQUISITE grandchildren who are a mix of two cultures…. I love their mothers and am proud of them. I will defend them to the death! As well as my mulatto grandchildren – and all those I love! I just think if he were truthful it might have shown he is NOT RACIST against white…he never acknowledges his white!

Enthusiasts listened to him speak and he did speak eloquently. He promised change. People were tired of war and he made promises that sounded as if he would unite the country. Think about it. Do you really see unity within the country?

He did pull troops out of Iraq, but only to loose footing in that county. Strife began again within the borders. All those USA patriots who died, died for nothing.

His accomplishments include releasing long term prisoners; over 500 of them. If you know anyone/or have friends who knows anyone that has been in prison long-term, you know they are changed forever. They are institutionalized. That is not to say some can’t make it, but the majority (statistics show) are still recognizable as a poor sufferer of a system that really doesn’t want changes, and back in trouble  within months, if not days.

In California (I only know about my state in this area) the federal government mandated releases from prisons because they were overcrowded. Well, AB109 has released over 30 people from prison a month in each county, and in my town the crime rate, violence, theft, rape, and a multitude of horrific crimes has increased substantially.

Giving Iran a stack of millions of dollars cash was simply an invitation to critical problems for our children. They did admit it was done about the same time as four people were released! I remember the last releases – for five criminals, we got one traitor!

hillary, as Secretary of State was equally as bad as obama. The discord in the countries she visited is horrendous, and the money she has taken from countries that believe in the abuse of women is substantial.

I hadn’t thought about it for years, but my mama was very interested in politics. At the time I was raising three children and dealing with an abusive husband. She had a scrapbook with all the incidents that the clintons were involved in from Tennessee forward. She told me that they were criminals before I knew anything about them.

Good grief. I didn’t intend to write this book. I just am sharing where my thoughts are and asking that before you cast a vote this November, THINK. STUDY. PRAY.

We really have two candidates…any other good person would not be able to have enough votes to sustain themselves at this point. It is the electoral votes that count anyway. That’s another story. We are a country run by millionaires and billionaires.

I know one thing I don’t want – I don’t want to be a part of the “new world order”. That signs a DEATH warrant for the United States of America – my country. I love being an AMERICAN first (my mutt historical information is secondary in importance.) BTW, I am proud to be an American Mutt.

Remember, THINK, STUDY, PRAY. Use the gift of intuitive feelings. We all have been given this gift. Recognize it.

Addendum:  if you think I slipped and didn’t capitalize names that should have been, please know it is my choice, and I will never capitalize a name of someone I do not respect.

Also, I am not pushing you for one candidate or another – simply expressing MY FEELINGS, and what I know to be true.  God bless and help us all, and all those around the world who are in need.







This is a post I have republished before….HUMOR. My girlfriend’s complaints about aging.

August 26, 2016

Why is the only hair on my body that hasn’t turned gray the long black hair growing from my nose?

Why didn’t anyone ever tell me that not only would everything “drop” as I aged, but my feet would also get bigger?

Why was I only told my bones would get weaker as I aged, and not that I would grow bony protrusions and knobby outgrowths everywhere on my body?

Why didn’t anybody tell me I would not only gain more wisdom than ever in my lifetime, but no body would listen to me?

How did I somehow miss that men not only loose their hair and get a receding hairline – but women often do as well?

I thought only Pinocchio’s nose grew bigger.

Why is it when you successfully age with good health no one will honor that with reasonable life insurance…every year I stay healthy my insurance rates go up!

You know the joy of having less hair to shave on your legs when you age is diminished by the fact all that hair grows on your face.

“Smile wrinkles” show you are happy. That’s crap. Just another group of wrinkles on your face.

I can eat the same food I always did, exercise the same, and still, when I look into the mirror I can see the fat accumulating on my stomach, hips and thighs. If I try to loose weight more wrinkles appear – gain it – my boobs hang down even further.

Shirley Temple can have dimples.   I am sick of the dimples all over my body. And no matter what anybody tries to sell you – they will never go away once you have them!

Okay stop eating candy and rub cream all over your legs. The dimples will still increase and you won’t get to eat your sugar quota or have the money to buy it!

Being a grandma is great. Being the built in baby sitter isn’t.

I was in the yard picking up dog poop (with a shovel of course), and also getting rid of mushrooms that grow wild and can be poisonous to dogs. . “Ah ah”, I thought, “two of those huge mushrooms right in front of me.” I picked them up, and to my dismay, it was two firm pieces of dog poop! One thing about not using your glasses when you get older is you don’t see as well without them.

The next time I went out, it was with glasses on. I love autumn – all the colors, and the crunch of leaves beneath my feet. What I don’t love is picking up dog poop with my hand for the second time, thinking it was acorns! Guess it’s time to get new glasses.

I went to the doctor a few days ago. I knew I would be hooked up to acupuncture needles and laying flat on my tummy for 30 minutes, so I thought since I was loaded with nasty gas, I would step into the hall and relieve myself quickly before being called in. I looked to the right and up the stairs and released a loud and long fart. I had forgotten to look to the left – there was a woman a couple of feet away on her cell phone. I tried to pretend it didn’t happen and slipped back into the office quickly.

I remember when I was married to an ass, one time we were at our son’s pack meeting for cub scouts, sitting in the very back of a crowed room. He thought he would be funny and let a loud and enormous fart and turned to me and called my name loudly – and indignantly…. as if I’d done it. Everyone looked at me. Some giggled and others looked disgusted. He paid for that one later.

Why is it my nose is running all the time now, and with no place to go. The world gets more enclosed as you get older. Most people walk by and go “Ugh, an old person.” They try to get away quick as if they will catch being old. Well here is the news people, if you don’t get old you are dead!

I saw a commercial with two old people flirting, dancing and kissing. Even I was appalled. Take it to a motel, and make it one with no mirrors on the closet doors – follow the new adage – “what happens in the motel, stays in the motel.”

Lastly in my list of complaints about aging…I think the funniest of all. My girlfriend said she didn’t have her glasses on and she brushed her teeth with hemorrhoid cream. She said it made her gag and almost throw up. That’s not the funniest thing about this – she did it twice.! WEAR YOUR GLASSES GIRLFRIEND!











This moment is all we have.

July 29, 2016

If you have to talk yourself into moving out of despair – do it.

If you have to lie to yourself to take on the day – do it.

There is no happiness if you do not think it so.

There is no begin again and live a life – this fact I know.


The choice is yours and yours alone.

No one can do it for you. Your perception will be your life.


If you opt to wade in a pool of anger and sorrow,

You will go deeper each day, till there is no tomorrow.


If people try to tell you others have it worse,

You can bet your life they do –

But the problem that you face,

Is yours and yours alone.


The song that you sing is an individual and fearful one,

To stand up and walk, to still keep the faith,

To move onward and upward no matter what you face.


You MUST DO IT. You may not believe it now.

You CAN DO IT. I can’t even tell you how.


Just remember there is more power from within- than there has ever been.

Call upon the healing that your body knows,

and see it happen slowly, but steady as she goes.


A counselor told me once I had control of the life I would live.

Not what happens to me, but the responses I give.


I choose my destiny no matter what.

My life by my heart, by my actions and thought.



Following up on president mentioning this last evening…..

July 28, 2016

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.”

“That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.”


A history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States.

For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent: A Prince, whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.

Neither aiming at originality of principle or sentiment, nor yet copied from any particular and previous writing, it was intended to be an expression of the American mind, and to give to that expression the proper tone and spirit called for by the occasion.[81]


Of course most people think Michelle Obama is wonderful.  I thought she gave a good speech (as did the president – though it was mostly about him).  The one thing I question in her speech was instead of pulling us all together, I think she perhaps put another little “divider” into the speech by saying, “I have two beautiful BLACK daughters.”  I believe we are all intelligent enough that we have noticed.  Would it not have been better just to say, “I have two beautiful daughters.”  I have a beautiful daughter too, but I don’t think I have ever mentioned in a gathering that she is a beautiful white daughter……maybe I am color blind, and just go by hearts.




No tacos Tonight

June 23, 2016

My husband says when I shop and just slam things in the refrigerator because I am on a roll to do “other things”, before the heat sets in, I create bombs!

Well………BOOM!  Opened it and sure enough the unbreakable bowl flew out and dropped directly before me on the carpet – and the bowl into slivers.  It was a strange break. So much for an unbreakable dish!

No spaghetti for tonight

Choices.  I could have cried.  But instead I chose to laugh.  It did seem funny and trivial in the scheme of things.  An unbreakable bowl, red taco sauce on the carpet, and having to fix something else for dinner.  Sniff, sniff, boo-hoo – just kidding!  I laughed.  I did create a bomb.  Just glad it didn’t land on my toes!

Onward and upward.  Laugh when you can, cry if need be, walk away if possible, fight only for life, and pray, pray, pray!   Choose to create bountiful moments one right after the other.  It is MUCH MORE FUN to keep the sense of humor in tact.

I am counting on you to take charge of your “moments” and even if you blow it one moment – start again – the next!

If any of you have read my stressmanagementmagic.com blog, that particular website disappeared, along with (if I don’t have copies somewhere) over 200 posts!  So I will let you know when and if I am going to start another.  In the meantime I will probably just combine the stress management information with this blog!

CREATE your day.  No matter what happens, you have the choice to REACT 100% of the time, however you choose.  I choose happy!