Monday, July 11, 2011
SENIOR TEXTING CODES:
ATD -at the doctor.
BFF -best friend fell.
BTW -bring the wheelchair.
BYOT -bring your own teeth.
FWIW -forgot where I was.
GGPBL -gotta go, pacemaker battery low.
GHA -got heartburn again.
IMHO -is my hearing aid on?
LMDO -laughing my dentures out.
OMMR -on my massage recliner.
ROFLACGU -rolling on floor laughing and can't get up.
TTYL -talk to you louder!
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Next Exit, Safety
The inexplicable urge that led one driver to exit the interstate... and avoid disaster.
By Judy Gray, Hope Valley, Rhode Island
What a waste of time! I’d been ahead of schedule on my drive from Florida to Virginia for a family reunion, but that was before my impulsive detour to “Trader Jack’s Fireworks and Gifts.” One of those tourist traps off of I-95 in the Carolinas, selling sparklers and multicolored rockets in addition to kitschy shot glasses, snow globes and, of course, Trader Jack’s t-shirts. I didn’t need anything like that, and a quick look around confirmed there were no special finds to be made. I left the store and shook my head. Why had I followed that strange urge?
I felt it when I saw the first Trader Jack’s billboard sign on the interstate. A nagging feeling that said, “Stop here.” I should have kept cruising in the high-speed lane when I saw the next billboard for Trader Jack’s, and the next. But the urge just grew stronger. It couldn’t be the cheesy advertisements—it was a feeling I couldn’t explain. I switched lanes quickly and made the exit.
Now I shrugged at my impulsive behavior. Until I reached my car. Underneath, a large puddle was clearly visible. I knelt down to take a closer look. Sure enough, something was leaking, bad.
Great. I’d already wasted time and now it seemed risky to head back on the road. I crossed my arms, frustrated. What was I supposed to do? How long would I have to wait for a repair truck? Why had the mysterious urge led me to a fireworks store, instead of an auto shop?
Two men walked out of the store. “Hey there,” I called. “You guys don’t know where I can find a reputable mechanic around here, do you?”
“Sure do,” one of the men said.
“Great, how far is it, you think?” I said, wondering if I could even make it there.
“Not far,” the man replied. “The auto shop is right behind Trader Jack’s.”
Saturday, July 09, 2011
As I was conditioning my hair in the shower this morning, I took time
to read my shampoo bottle. I am in shock! The shampoo I use in the
shower that runs down my entire body says "for extra volume and body"!
Seriously, why have I not noticed this before?
Now I understand why I am so "full-figured"!
Tomorrow I am going to start using "Dawn" dish soap. It says right on the label
"dissolves fat that is otherwise difficult to remove."
It pays to read the warning labels, my friends!
Thursday, July 07, 2011
I put this in Secrets of Success today, but was not sure which category to put it, so I decided to repeat it in a blog. This has helped me in working on my Nutrition Page in the morning and entering for the day.
My secret for success:
Breakfast meds entered into a Grouping
At breakfast I take my multiple vitamin, fish oil capsule, vitamin E and calcium pill. This was time consuming clicking each one on my nutrition tracker every day, so I made a "grouping" with all these and named it " Breakfast meds". Now with one click in my groupings all my breakfast meds are added to my breakfast at one time.
Wednesday, July 06, 2011
For her 50th angel-themed birthday party, a woman receives an angelic birthday message from her daughter who passed away earlier that year.
By Rose Kuhn, Naperville, Illinois
Just as I got my halo on straight, the doorbell rang. My first angel had arrived!
I called to my daughter Christie to open the door. Once the other guests arrived I hoped we’d have room in the house for all the wings.
It was my 50th birthday and I’d chosen a special theme: Come as an angel. I would be surrounded by friends, family and love. What more could I ask for on my birthday?
I took one last glance in the mirror. For Donna to be here, I thought. That’s what I would ask for on my birthday.
Before she passed away, my eldest daughter was always with me on my day of celebration. It just wasn’t the same without Donna at the door, her arms full of the pink roses she gave me every year.
I put on a brave smile for my daughter Christie’s sake and ushered my first guest through “the pearly gates,” that is, into my living room.
I knew I’d hit on something special with my angel theme, but considering all the angelic signs I’d gotten over the past weeks, I wondered if the theme hadn’t chosen me instead of the other way around.
“Let’s get older in style: angel style!” I’d told my girlfriends when I started the planning. I was determined to celebrate life the way Donna always had.
The first step had been to give the house a good dusting. I got to work on my bookshelf. I pulled out a devotional book and thumbed its pages. A greeting card fell out onto the floor.
An angel with feathery wings and a flowing gown graced the cover. Donna had given it to me for another birthday. Inside she’d written, “Mom, you are one of God’s very few angels left on earth. I love you so much.”
My first sign. It had felt a little like Donna was planning the party with me. Even if it was from heaven.
At work I’d invited our new receptionist, Mary. “I’ll come dressed as an angel and give a presentation on the meaning of your name,” she said. “I call it an angel visitation.”
Another sign? I longed to be convinced that Donna would be at the party with me at least in spirit.
Another guest arrived at the door, and I welcomed her with a refreshment. My eyes fell on the empty vase on the side table. It had been a gift from Donna.
Of course she’d filled it with a dozen of the most beautiful pink roses I’d ever seen. Perhaps I should have bought pink roses for myself this birthday, I thought.
I was thankful to have Christie here to celebrate with me, but there was still an emptiness inside. Just like Christie, or any child, Donna was irreplaceable. I wasn’t sure I was ready for this party, after all.
The sound of the doorbell ringing again woke me from my daydream. One by one my angel guests floated in wearing wings and halos. Everyone dressed the part. But no one topped my new friend Mary from the office.
“You look heavenly!” I said when she made her grand entrance. “If I didn’t know better I’d think I was standing in the presence of a real angel!”
We both giggled.
“And no angel would arrive empty handed,” Mary said, and reached behind her back.
“But I said no—” Before I could finish my sentence, Mary pulled a bouquet of pink roses from behind her wing. Talk about a sign! It was as if Donna had sent those pink roses to me herself!
Mary’s angel visitation was authentic. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind: I was standing in the presence of a real angel. An angel with a birthday message that truly came from heaven.
The emptiness in my heart had been filled, as Donna’s pink roses had once filled my vase.
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