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A Funny Guest Post From KC Procter

I read something today that was just hilarious.  It is from my new online friend and blogging buddy,  KC Procter.  KC manages a couple of blog sites – is a happy husband and father of two – is busy finishing up some schooling to become an MBA and is active in social networking.  I have enjoyed his humorous take on life and in his many ‘tweets’ and comments.  I would encourage you to check out this blog called “Some Wise Guy” – and in particular the article he wrote today –3 Kid Words Dads Accidentally Say At The Office .  It is about using ‘kid’ words after we’re grown-up – come on – we ALL do it!  If you need a good laugh today – read the article that he wrote and the comments too – it will make your day!

And be sure and add KC to your blog roll – you will enjoy his articles!

God Bless!

The Baby Magnet

A young girl kisses a baby on the cheek.

Image via Wikipedia

I have always LOVED babies.  I remember being about 10 and begging to help take care of them in the nursery at the little church our family was attending.  It was a little young – but if there was an adult there, usually they would let me help from time to time.  I have always loved how babies smell – like powder and sweetness.  And how I could rock them and stop their crying.  There was a precious baby boy named Nathan that I was in love with.  Big brown eyes and curly dark hair.  He would look for me on Sunday morning and I couldn’t wait to hold him.  It’s amazing to me to think that this ‘baby’ that I cuddled and rocked is now about 40 years old!  Ugh.

The ‘baby’ phase disappeared over time and as I grew up I developed new interests and became busy.  I married young and wasn’t ready to even to consider having babies of my own – until we had been married about 5 years.  We had been married 6 years when baby Ashlee was born – and then 4 years later – our baby Shawn was born.  They were quite enough baby for me – there’s nothing quite like your own child in your arms.

But children and babies have always liked me.  I smile and pay attention to them – and children LOVE that.  I think that’s why I have always had success teaching young children – because I genuinely like them – and they can tell!

The other day I was waiting for my appointment at the Chiropractor’s office.  There was a nice young couple there with a baby, one year old – complete with a cute little dress, shoes and braids in her hair.  She was sitting on the lap of her father, and she spotted me and I smiled at her.  She was one of those really pretty babies with the big eyes.  She squirmed and tried to get away from her father.  He held her fast, even when she struggled and tried to go.  After a while he handed her to her mother and she tried in vain to distract the child and stop her from whining and wanting to get away.  Finally they could not detain her anymore and let her carefully walk around the coffee table, all the time staring right at me – in an attempt to come over to me.  She would not be dissuaded – but kept coming until she had finally reached me and then, would you believe it, she actually crawled up into my lap?! I’ve never witnessed anything like it before!  She was not shy at all – but kept looking at me and wanting to be held.  She even put her little head on my chest and did NOT want to be parted from me.  It was really something.  Her parents did not appear to speak much English – but clearly they were amazed too.  I managed to find out the baby’s name and how old she was – before they called me for my appointment.  Getting up I  handed her to her mother and this was not received well at all – she fussed and cried!  I was really amazed by this display of affection.  I guess you’ll just have to call me a ‘baby magnet’.  🙂

But although I really like babies and children I can safely say, no more babies for me, thank you very much – but I will really enjoy being a Grandma someday – especially because I know that it will be okay – they seem to like me.  And no I don’t think I like the word ‘Grandma’ – it sounds old – and I AM NOT!  I think I prefer ‘MiMi’ instead 🙂


So bring on the babies – they can sit in my lap and I will coo and fuss over them.  Just make sure you DON’T call me Grandma.


God Bless

First Snow Fall

Snow fall in Bass Lake, California.

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I live in the Pacific Northwest where snow during the holiday season used to be a rare thing.  But in recent years it seems we get snow every year at this time.  As a child growing up in Canada – snow was expected and NOT a treat.  It was really cold from October until well past my birthday in March.  In pictures from my childhood – I can see snow on the ground out the window while celebrating another birthday.

Here in the Northwest we don’t get tired of it – at least at first.  It’s a novel thing and can make you feel just like a kid again.  Especially the first snowfall.

As I am writing this – the snow is falling in a beautiful cascade of different sized crystal flakes – making the street and yard all white and ‘Narnia-like’.  And I can’t stop myself from taking pictures of it – and just staring out the window.  It is truly one of nature’s most AWESOME treats for us to feast our eyes on.

And so with ‘holiday’ music playing on my Pandora radio – I am a very happy girl today – and may not get a whole lot accomplished – but it is VERY understandable – as anyone who lives in the Northwest knows:  It just may not last long – or even be here tomorrow, so we will relish the moment and dream of being a child again – where things like Santa, mistletoe, Christmas trees, surprises, warm crackling fires and hot cocoa were always something fun to look forward to.

And for your listening and viewing pleasure I have added a video of one of my favorite’s from Michael W. Smith‘s first Christmas album entitled, ‘First Snow Fall’.

Enjoy and God Bless!


How Does Your Garden Grow?

Mary, Mary, quite contrary

Image by justmakeit via Flickr

Greg and I have been eating better these days – whole foods – exercising and getting healthy.  It takes effort and planning to change your eating habits and lifestyle – but well worth it in the long run.  The pounds don’t just drop off at our age – but we have to trust that in time these choices to eat better will help our overall health and help us to live longer – free from complications that could develop later in life.

I know why many do not eat this way.  It’s expensive.  Go to the produce department of any grocery store and you’ll understand what I mean.  Good grief – it seems a crime to charge so much for a tomato, avocado or bell peppers!  Not to mention apples, oranges and bananas!

And it’s not just produce – it’s buying sprouted wheat bread – and any organic foods – SO EXPENSIVE!

But we are prevailing.  It takes an effort to plan meals that don’t have any preservatives – vegetable oils or processed fats.  There are no short cuts to whole foods.  They have to be prepared the old-fashioned way – which takes longer – nothing in a hurry.

So I was thinking about that today – our ever-increasing grocery bill – and wishing that I had a garden – like my Grandmother used to when I was a little girl.  She had everything in that garden, potatoes, beans, peas, carrots, lettuce, beets, cucumbers – etc.  She spent a lot of time in the garden – weeding and watering, tending it.  And I remember helping her gather from it so she could cook it for our evening meals.  I’m sure it was hard work – but things were fresh and FREE!!

I would love to have a vegetable garden – and someday, Greg tells me – I will.  I will probably just start with tomatoes next spring and build from there – we have no room in our tiny back yard for a working garden – and not enough sunlight either.  But someday we will live  in the country and either have an outdoor garden or a green house.

I found myself repeating this little nursery rhyme today while thinking about a wonderful vegetable garden:

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And pretty maids all in a row.

Sounds cute and sweet, right?  Isn’t that wonderful – a garden!  Yes!  How does your garden grow?   And like many things from that time period – the seemingly innocent children’s stories and rhymes were actually fraught with political meaning.  I looked up the meaning for this rhyme and this is what I found:

The origins (of this rhyme) are steeped in history… Bloody Mary!
The Mary alluded to in this traditional English nursery rhyme is reputed to be Mary Tudor, or Bloody Mary, who was the daughter of King Henry VIII. Queen Mary was a staunch Catholic and the garden referred to is an allusion to graveyards which were increasing in size with those who dared to continue to adhere to the Protestant faith – Protestant martyrs.

Instruments of Torture!
The silver bells and cockle shells referred to in the Nursery Rhyme were colloquialisms for instruments of torture. The ‘silver bells’ were thumbscrews which crushed the thumb between two hard surfaces by the tightening of a screw. The ‘cockle shells’ were believed to be instruments of torture which were attached to the genitals!

Can I just say, OUCH!  Wow.  The things you find out when you look something up from history.  I’m sorry I looked it up.  I bet you are too.  Can I just say that back then it would not have been wonderful to be a man? Amazing.

Hopefully my garden will be different – no torture devices in mine – only  sweet things for my family to eat – to help save on our grocery bill.  I promise.

Do you have a garden?  How does it grow?

Here’s wishing you sweet things in yours today ♥


God Bless



I Really Did Hear Something

A few years ago Greg and I were eating dinner at a Shari’s restaurant close to where we live.  We were having pleasant conversation – exchanging ‘niceties’ about the day when suddenly Greg looked at me and said, “Shhhh!! – did you hear that?”  I looked around and listened as hard as I could – but could not hear anything.  So I replied, “No dear – I did not hear anything.”  He said, “No really – it was like a weird ‘metallic’ sound!”  Well since I did not know what a ‘metallic’ sound – sounds like – I was at a loss.  He shrugged it off and we went back to our conversation.  A few minutes later he stopped me again – this time with a hand gesture  raised to stop me from talking, while turning his head he said, “Shhhh!  There it is again!”  Well by this time I really thought he was losing it – so I said, “Does it sound like something is trying to communicate with you – on a different frequency? – Is it the MOTHER SHIP?”

Needless to say he did not think it was funny – and I tried SO hard not to giggle but come on – it WAS pretty funny.  He kept insisting that something was happening – and it would only happen when either of us started talking again – pretty bizarre.  This went on for about 15 minutes or so – until my poor husband thought he was losing his mind.  I could tell that he wasn’t really ‘with me’ in the restaurant anymore – he had that ‘far off’ look in his eyes – the same look he has when he’s listening more to the people talking directly behind him in a booth – than to me.  It’s annoying how easily distracted he is!  This rarely happens to me – I am usually so focused on the person I’m with and the conversation that a hurricane could be going on around me and I probably wouldn’t even notice.

Case and point: I was with my friend Melody about a month ago at a local Starbucks for a ‘coffee date’.  We were heavily engaged in deep meaningful conversation.  Little did I know that behind the scenes the people who work there (they know me because my daughter works there – and they all call me Mom) were playing a little game – trying to get my attention.  The manager and assistant manager were trying to see who would be able to get me to look away from Melody first – and because I was facing toward them when talking to Melody – they thought, “piece of cake”.  They do not know me.  They do not know that I am not easily dissuaded or thrown off track – even though they were waving their arms WILDLY in the air!!!  I think they did EVERYTHING short of actually SHOUTING out my name!  Ashlee told me about this later that day – I was so surprised!  I saw nothing.

So back to the Shari’s and Greg hearing something unusual.  He paid the check and we stood up and were turning to pass another table behind where Greg was sitting and saw a nice older gentleman with a mechanical voice box.  If you’ve ever heard them – they make an unusual sound – something like R2-D2 from “Star Wars” makes.  And Greg smiled as we walked by – he was not crazy after all!  “I told you I heard something” – he whispered.

So yesterday we were having a very late dinner at a local Teriyaki  place.  We were eating our favorite chicken, salad and rice – the Christian radio station was playing music in the speakers just above my head.  We were talking about normal ordinary things – when all of a sudden I heard something.  I said to Greg, “Shhh!  Did you hear that?”  He looked around and then back at me and said, “No”.  Hmmmm.  It stopped.  I waited.  Nothing.  So we continued to talk again.  A few minutes later I heard it again.  It was directly to my left – an empty table – in fact we were the only ones in the little place.  But it was coming from the table – I was so sure. When I told Greg where it was coming from – he said, “Are the salt and pepper shakers trying to communicate to you?”  Nice – I guess I deserved it.  I mean normally I would hear nothing – even if the world was falling apart – but this was really strange.

It was determined that it must have been an alarm in the kitchen that was making a sound through the kitchen door and down to where our table was – giving the impression that the sound was coming from right next to me.  It was bizarre – and now I know how Greg felt in that Shari’s.  You really do feel like you’re losing it.  I’m glad to know that I am still in my right mind – at least most of the time – but if you ask me about it – I will still say, “I DID hear something – I really did!”

Here’s hoping you have a wonderful evening and that if you hear unexplainable sounds – just let them happen.  It’s okay.  I believe you.

God Bless

The FIVE Day Countdown!!!

It’s the 20th – My dear husband’s birthday and our big OPEN HOUSE to celebrate!!

But it’s also five days before Christmas!!!  And I’m NOT panicked are hurried or in a frenzy this year!  It’s sooooooo different than last year at this time!  And I’m glad ♥

Things get easier when you’re children are grown-up and have their own lives – no little kids anymore around here – just my MANY students – whom I LOVE!!

This last week was a very special one with my students – they came bearing gifts and smiles and hugs!  We watched the recital video and I opened presents ☺  So much fun!  I love children – and especially the ones that are in my home every week – we have a unique and wonderful relationship!!

Are you ready for Christmas this year?  Are hugs and smiles from family and friends enough for you?  Do children warm your heart?  Do you like being around them at this time of year?  I do!  So precious through the eyes of a child!

We are blessed with friends – and feel very rich indeed – especially when a big birthday comes around and you get to hear wishes from friends near and far – “He who has friends – is rich indeed”  That’s what we feel like ♥♥♥

God Bless!

This Warrior Is A Child – Or Something Like That

I found these great quotes on life and friendship today – after thinking about how blessed I am.  And like you – I have faced my share of disappointment – yes – even betrayal from a good friend when I didn’t even see it coming.  But God is good – life has been kind -and I am on a never ending journey to find love, forgiveness and grace in everything that I do.  Sometimes it does feel like I am a warrior – in a battle with myself and others I cannot even see – sometimes I feel like I am a child – incapable of handling that battle – I easily tire – and get restless – even lose hope – and in some cases, give up entirely – saying, “it’s hopeless”.  And like you – I say, “the world would be so much better if everyone would just think LIKE I DO”.

Unfortunately – here we are.  Left in a battle against ourselves – our thoughts and motives – trying our best to hear the will of God – and then simply –  Just do it!! And those unseen things – they are still there – trying to persuade us to just leave well enough alone – that everything is okay and we’re NOT in a battle.  But if you are a Christian – like me – you know that simply is not true.  The battle between good and evil is as old as history itself – and we are some of the players in that drama – called life.

This is why we suffer – this is why so many are sad and depressed – this is why it is so hard to get the victory over things in our lives – past failures that haunt us and take us SO LONG to get over.  Things people have done to us – we can’t forget them – harsh words spoken to us – or about us – or things we have said that we shouldn’t have – it is a part of that battle.  A battle with our sinful nature – and with our friend’s sinful nature too.

Take heart today, my friend.  We all are in a battle.  And sometimes a kind word from a good friend is like GOLD to us.  Be that good friend today and give a hug to a child.  Even this warrior is a child.

Every Warrior of the Light has felt afraid of going into battle.
Every Warrior of the Light has, at some time in the past, lied or betrayed someone.
Every Warrior of the Light has trodden a path that was not his.
Every Warrior of the Light has suffered for the most trivial of reasons. Every Warrior of the Light has, at least once, believed he was not a Warrior of the Light.
Every Warrior of the Light has failed in his spiritual duties.
Every Warrior of the Light has said ‘yes’ when he wanted to say ‘no.’
Every Warrior of the Light has hurt someone he loved.
That is why he is a Warrior of the Light, because he has been through all this and yet has never lost hope of being better than he is.

Paulo Coelho
Source: Warrior of the Light

Anything may be betrayed, anyone may be forgiven, but not those who lack the courage of their own greatness.

Ayan Rand

To laugh often and much; To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; To earn the approbation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; To appreciate beauty; To find the best in others; To give of one’s self; To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; To have played and laughed with enthusiasm and sung with exultation; To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived – This is to have succeeded.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

When on life’s journey it becomes our lot to travel with criticism of skeptics, the hate of some, the rejection of others, the impatience of many, or a friend’s betrayal, we must be able to pray in such a manner that an abiding faith and a strong testimony that the Lord will be with us to the end, will compel us to say, “Nevertheless, Father, Thy will be done, and with Thy help, in patience I will follow firmly on the path that takes me back to Thee.”

Angel Abrea

God Bless

Elmer Fudd meets Mister Magoo…

I have a very silly imagination.  I’ll admit it.  Sometimes I see things in my mind that are HYSTERICALLY funny – just to me.  I giggle a lot.  I really do.  Sometimes at the most inappropriate times.  I can’t help it – and most times cannot be held responsible for how things and people just “tickle” me.

So the other day Greg was wearing these pants and shirt and we were getting ready to go somewhere.  The way the pants looked – it just made his “short little legs” look even shorter 🙂  Now mind you – Greg is NOT short.  He’s 6’0″ – it’s just his stocky build that make his legs LOOK even shorter – especially in “baggy around the ankles” – pants.  Well it was most humorous to me – and it put me in mind of Elmer Fudd – you remember him – the VERY HAPPY little fellow with the “short” little legs and baggy pants?  Now Greg doesn’t resemble him in any other way – He has lots of hair – and poor Elmer is kind of bald.  Not that there’s anything wrong with bald men – I happen to think it is really great – most bald men HATE being bald – but most women really like it.

But I digress.  So then I have been noticing for some time that my “innocent” and “child like” husband of mine – LOVES looking out the window in the morning – during the day – and just before coming to bed.  Just standing there looking out the window.  I find it strange and cute all at the same time.  Most of the time at night before bed – it’s WITHOUT his contacts in – and I happen to KNOW that he’s blind as a bat without his contacts or glasses.  Now this is why it is so funny to me – like Mister Magoo that kept running into things and thinking they were people – had the “coke glass” spectacles and was really friendly and “perky” – just COULDN’T SEE ANYTHING!!

So I call him Mister Magoo – so curious and looking off into the yard for missed wildlife  – like his special raccoon friend.  I keep asking him, day after day, “what exactly ARE you looking for out there”?  And he tells me, “I don’t want to MISS anything”  Isn’t that cute?

So “looking” outside – he will continue to do – and one day – hopefully he will have something interesting to look at.  With his contacts or glasses on – so he can SEE it 😉

Have a wonderful day – full of interesting things to look at 🙂

God Bless

Mister Elmer Fudd :)

Mister Elmer Fudd 🙂

Mister McGoo in his office at home :)

Mister Magoo in his office at home 🙂

Everything I Needed to Know, I Learned in Kindergarten

These are the things I learned:

Share everything.

Play fair.

Don’t hit people.

Put things back where you found them.

Clean up your own mess.

Don’t take things that aren’t yours.

Say you’re sorry when you hurt somebody.

Wash your hands before you eat.


Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you.

Live a balanced life.

Learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some.

Take a nap every afternoon.

When you go out into the world, watch for traffic, hold hands and stick together.

Be aware of wonder.

Remember the little seed in the plastic cup? The roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody really knows how or why, but we are all like that. Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the plastic cup — they all die. So do we.

And then remember the book about Dick and Jane and the first word you learned, the biggest word of all: look.

Everything you need to know is in there somewhere. The Golden Rule and love and basic sanitation. Ecology and politics and sane living.

Think what a better world it would be if we all — the whole world — had cookies and milk about 3 o’clock every afternoon and then lay down with our blankets for a nap. Or if we had a basic policy in our nation and other nations to always put things back where we found them and cleaned up our own messes. And it is still true, no matter how old you are, when you go out into the world, it is best to hold hands and stick together.

~ Robert Fulghum ~

And it’s still true for us “grownups” isn’t it?  What a better world it would be – if we truly believed what we have been taught as children – and not only believed it – but we lived it.

I don’t know about you – but living in a “childlike” world would be wonderful.  With children – they are free to express themselves, get angry – cry and even throw the occasional fit!  But it’s nothing that a quick hug and kiss can’t heal – and they are ready to go out and play some more.

Why do you think it is so hard for us to do this as we grow up?  What happens to us?  Why can children “kiss and makeup” and we can’t?  Why does maturity come at such a high price?

Just something to ponder…

I pray you will keep your “childlike” attitude today and always…

God Bless

Anyone can Love…

I just got done watching “The Other Sister” about a mentally challenged young woman named Carla.  It is her journey of discovering independence from a very protective Mother – and also her well meaning Father and sisters.  Her life takes her from not being able to cope with “normal” life when she is younger – to being put in an institution – to again being brought back home as a young adult.

I love this story and it was intriguing to see a handicap portrayed so authentically.  Carla goes to a college and soon discovers a young man like herself living independently in his own apartment – and soon she wants to be independent too.  After a long struggle she is able to convince her family that she can live alone and take care of herself.  During this time she falls in love with the mentally challenged young man from her college – named Daniel.  When they fall in love – it is so pure and innocent  – it is so beautiful.  After a series of events including a HUGE mistake on his part (after all – he is STILL a guy – and sometimes guys CAN be stupid when it comes to love) Daniel decides to “crash” a family wedding.  It is there that he proposes to Carla.  And even though he has hurt her and made mistakes along the way – she loves him so much – and is so childlike – with NO baggage – she is able to forgive him right away – and accept his proposal.  When her Mother has a melt down about her engagement – Carla simply says, “don’t worry Mother – I’ll be alright – I know you don’t think he can take care of me – but we are going to take care of each other – you were always trying to make me do things that I wasn’t good at – hoping I’d be someone else – and you never really saw me.  I’m just ME.  I don’t know how to do those things – but I know how to love“.

All of us – young or old – know how to love.  Even if you’ve come from extreme circumstances in your life – you were made to give and receive love.

It is something born in us – instinctive and wonderful.  You don’t need to have a college degree or even an ability to do a complex mathematical equation.   Loving is not limited to just the wisest or the richest.  It knows no racial, religious or political boundaries.  Love just is.  Plain and simple – and we all know how to do it.  Even a child knows how to love.  And there is nothing like really being loved – and fully giving that love to another.

Who do you love today?  Do they know it?  Are you free enough from all your “baggage” that you are able to also receive love – no questions asked?  I challenge you today to be a “giver” of love – sweet and pure – with no hidden motive or expectation.  I also challenge you to be open to receive love in your own life.  You are loved.  I challenge you to open yourself up to God’s great love for you – and I challenge you –  to love yourself.

I am praying for you

God Bless

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