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Spring has sprung. Me too? PDF Print
Saturday, April 06, 2013 12:47 AM

I am super excited about the sunshine and warmer temperatures we had this week. I am so ready for more. Sadly enough the weatherman is not so obliging. Par for the course, really, we all know when the temperatures rise in the spring, rain is on the way.

 

I’ve still seen a few snow piles here and there. They look really out of place. So does my winter coat. I think I’m just gonna hang it on a back hook so I can’t see it so well.

 

I can’t wait for the day you can throw open the windows and let winter air out of the house.

 

I saw a cute post on Facebook from Jeff Foxworthy on how you might me from Ohio if you’ve had the heat on, air conditioning on and back to heat in the same day. Another one was “you might be from Ohio if 10 degrees is a little chilly.” Make fun of our weather all you want; it will change in a few minutes anyway.

 

So I saw a few things I could take care of outside over the weekend. Not really big things but they would make a big difference and perhaps get me going. Truth be told, I get a little overwhelmed in the spring when so much needs done. I’m just going to put in a little time each day or so that is nice enough to be outside and I bet I can accomplish more than I think I can.

 
I wish you enough ... PDF Print
Friday, March 29, 2013 11:53 PM

The key to solving many our problems is often less complicated than we make it. Sometimes they aren’t problems at all but something we need to experience to grow.

A necessary evil if you will.

I ran this before and I came across it while I was researching for the News Then column that runs each day. I thought it was worth sharing again, this being the season for sacrifice and humility.

“I wish you enough ... ”

I recently I overheard a mother and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced departure. Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the mother said, “I love you and I wish you enough.”

The daughter replied, “Mom, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Mom.”

They kissed and the daughter left. The mother walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there, I could see she wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on her privacy but she welcomed me in by asking, “Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?”

“Yes,” I replied. “Forgive me for asking but why is this a forever good-bye?”

“I am old and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is, the next trip back will be for my funeral,” she said.

“When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say ‘I wish you enough.’ May I ask what that means?”

She began to smile.

“That’s a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone. When we said ‘I wish you enough,’ we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them.”

Then turning toward me, she shared the following as if she were reciting from memory:
I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright;
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive;
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wants;
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.
To all my loved ones, friends and readers: I wish you enough!

 
Don’t turn a blind eye PDF Print
Saturday, March 23, 2013 1:41 AM

There were several dicey items in the news this week.

The Steubenville rape trial was rather disturbing. I followed the case a little and found the whole thing a wake-up call. We are teaching our children to be callous toward their fellow human beings. We are losing our compassion - our empathy. We are losing what makes us human; what separates us from all other mammals.

Others stood by as a young woman was dragged from party to party and assaulted and videoed (went viral) and photographed (shared a lot). Not a single person tried to stop what was happening. No one stepped forward and said this is wrong. They used their smart phones and shared and tweeted and made the poor girl’s experience public and more humiliating and more horrifying.

Theories support the mentality of her fellow partiers. When there are numbers of bystanders, no one does anything because they think someone else will or that it must not be that bad if no one does. Everyone is waiting around to see what everyone else is going to do so no one does anything.

After she was violated and degraded, then some were upset with her because her attackers were football players. It’s a football town and the people were crazy about their football team. They were heroes. They were just boys being boys. Aw shucks, they were just havin’ a little fun. They didn’t know it was wrong.

And that’s what got me the most. “They didn’t know it was wrong.”

How is that possible?

If you’re not familiar with the case do a little Googling and catch up and come back and we’ll talk.

If our teens are this disconnected what is our future? Are they so desensitized they can’t see how horrific and heart-wrenching this case is? How did such a cruel and degrading act become something that’s OK. They posted pictures of it like it was Grumpy Cat or whatever.

I don’t know any woman who has heard this and not shuddered at the thought of what happened to that girl. None of the girls who witnessed something at those parties that night came forward. Now it has been reported the victim and her family are being harassed through the same media that help convict her rapists.

Just saying the word is uncomfortable.

If it hadn’t been recorded in some manner, the victim may have never reported it. Those young men and their peers would still think it’s OK. Some still do.
Social media has proven to be a double-edged sword - it taketh and it giveth. It’s a blessing and a curse.

We obviously need to have our young people put down their phones and other gadgets for a second and plug back in to their families, their role models and their support systems. We need to have them look us in the eye and we need to make sure they get it because right now, they aren’t batting an eyelash.

 
I’m callin’ a do-over PDF Print
Saturday, March 16, 2013 2:14 AM

My husband and I have a crane critter gittin’ fixation. If there’s a crane machine in the vicinity, we’ve already checked it out, looked at the prizes, investigated how intricately they are entwined and if there are any parts that could come off and choke our little guy.

Yes, they are for Ringo. You didn’t think they were for us, did you?

We always either stick in a dollar bill or load in four quarters because it is rare to get one on the first try. The second try is usually way better than the first.
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he definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and hoping for a different outcome. Crazy, right?

When we were children and dissatisfied with the outcome of a game, we would often yell, “Do over!” We would then repeat whatever we did, hoping for a different outcome. Of course, that didn’t always happen and everyone knows you only get one do-over so you better make it count.

In golf, a do-over is a mulligan. As you can guess, a mulligan is not “legal” in the rules of golf. You are supposed to take the shot where it lands — good or bad. At some charity golf events, one can purchase mulligans as an additional fundraiser and since everyone is on the same page, it’s OK. It’s not OK to tap the ball onto the green with your toe or give it a toss from the other side of a tree.

 
He doesn’t charge by the hour PDF Print
Saturday, March 09, 2013 2:23 AM

A friend’s comment on Facebook spurred this John Tesh digression.

She said her therapist weighed 5 pounds and was covered in fur.

Amen, sister.

What is better than coming home from a hard day at work and seeing that little guy or girl that is so happy to see you? Nothing. Well, maybe a few other things but not here.

Who better to pour out the frustrations of the day to than someone who is always going to agree with you? This is a no-brainer.

We’ve already been over the obvious benefits of having a dog. They are great companions. They like to play. They love unconditionally. They don’t want to borrow the car. They won’t be going to college.

Pets, including cats, ferrets and hamsters and such, can lower blood pressure. Studies have shown that Alzheimer’s patients have fewer anxious outbursts if there is an animal in the home. Researchers say heart attack patients who have pets survive longer than those without, according to several studies. Male pet owners have less sign of heart disease - lower triglyceride and cholesterol levels - than non-owners.

The benefits, both physical and emotional are proven.

What they do is steal your heart and make it so you are just as excited to see them when you get home.

I love to bury my face in Ringo’s neck when I move in for a hug. It’s so soft and feels so good. He’s the perfect size for hugging. Unfortunately, he has to be in the mood for hugging.

Jodi Arias update.

How interesting is it that Arizona is one of the few states where during a trial, the jury can ask questions of the defendant as well. I was unaware this was even an option and in the good faith of seeing justice prevail, I think it should be allowed everywhere.

How many times have you seen an interview with a juror after a trial and they had questions that weren’t answered and sometimes not even addressed? Well, in Arizona you get to at least attempt to find your own answers. I think during a trial, especially one as serious as this one, the jury should have as much information as possible.

Jodi Arias has been on the stand for weeks now. I think it’s been too long and I agree with the analysts who think all that face time with the jury will foster an attachment and they won’t be able to put her on death row. They may not like her and they may not believe her but she’s become a fixture in their lives. I don’t think they are going to be able to give her the death penalty.

I can’t believe I have let myself be caught up in this. I’m afraid I am going to be on jury watch with the rest of the HLN nation. I can’t even believe I’m writing this but it has me sucked in. It’s a train wreck. I can’t look away.

Where’s Ringo? I need a hug.

 
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