Thursday, July 16, 2009
Boy did I have a bad restless night. I finally fell asleep around 10:30 and I try to get up around 3 am with my husband getting up 4 days a week at that time we find it is easier on both of us to keep the same schedule. My pills dosages get completely out of wack if we don't.
I didn't get a deep sleep. I was consious of one of our cats moving around. At 2 am I couldn't lay anymore. Then my pill time was due and I needed breakfast so my husband came down to get our food and coffee. I am so sleepy now. I know he is too. He is at the grocery store now. No more power naps for me. ha!
I am so excited over radishes of all things. They had some on sale and finally got some. They weren't selling them before now. I just made up the dressing part of a low fat potatoe salad. With Scallions. I love them too. I like their mild flavor not as strong as a yellow onion. So my dinner is planned out. I have the potatoe salad as a side and a garden salad as the main dish. Gonna through in some chic peas for protien and wala! See I know I need more sleep. Who talks about veggies before 8 am in the morning. hehe
Other than that not much going on this side of the pond, so to speak. Not sure if this parable is true but I hope so. No author was noted. Enjoy!
~*~*~It Was In Your Eyes~*~*~
It was a bitter, cold evening in northern Virginia many years ago. The old man's beard was glazed by winter's frost while he waited for a ride across the river. The wait seemed endless. His body became numb and stiff from the frigid north wind. He heard the faint, steady rhythm of approaching hooves galloping along the frozen path. Anxiously, he watched as several horsemen rounded the bend.
He let the first one pass by without an effort to get his attention. Then another passed by, and another. Finally, the last rider neared the spot where the old man sat like a snow statue. As this one drew near, the old man caught the rider's eye and said, "Sir, would you mind giving an old man a ride to the other side? There doesn't appear to be a passageway by foot." Reining his horse, the rider replied, "Sure thing. Hop aboard." Seeing the old man was unable to lift his half-frozen body from the ground, the horseman dismounted and helped the old man onto the horse.
The horseman took the old man not just across the river, but to his destination, which was just a few miles away. As they neared the tiny but cozy cottage, the horseman's curiosity caused him to inquire, "Sir, I notice that you let several other riders pass by without making an effort to secure a ride. Then I came up and you immediately asked me for a ride. I'm curious why, on such a bitter winter night, you would wait and ask the last rider. What if I had refused and left you there?"
The old man lowered himself slowly down from the horse, looked the rider straight in the eyes, and replied, "I've been around these here parts for some time. I reckon I know people pretty good." The old-timer continued, "I looked into the eyes of the other riders and immediately saw there was no concern for my situation. It would have been useless even to ask them for a ride. But when I looked into your eyes, kindness and compassion were evident. I knew, then and there, that your gentle spirit would welcome the opportunity to give me assistance in my time of need."
Those heartwarming comments touched the horseman deeply. "I'm most grateful for what you have said," he told the old man. "May I never get too busy in my own affairs that I fail to respond to the needs of others with kindness and compassion." With that, Thomas Jefferson turned his horse around and made his way back to the White House.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Happy Wednesday, DH is off to the flea market which is a relief because too much together time get to be too much at times. Not saying he is awful but I think after a few days to ourselves we can use the time apart. Gives me some relection time. Reminds me of the old adage "absence makes the heart grow fonder". ha!
After he left this morning at 5 am. I snuck bad to sleep. ssshhhh~! don't tell him. Woke up really refreshed at 8 am. Power nap for the win. So I got on line and made out my wish list for the grocery store. Geezz that really takes time. I split ours into two lists. One we need today which I keep at one store and one that we can wait until tomorrow when he isn't at the flea market. Works out nice cause we different sales on different products at different stores.
Then I got to my email and a friend sent this email to me. It was SO Beautiful. Painful and Beautiful that I couldn't decribe all the emotions going on in my mind, heart and soul. I know I am a marshmellow and very emotional at times. But this one made me want to show the world. Which I did on forwarding on in an email.
But I had to share it with you.
Painful but so Beautiful also.
THIS IS JUST TOO BEAUTIFUL AND TOO MEANINGFUL. JUST TAKE THE TIME AND REFLECT UPON IT AND GOD BLESS.
Her name is Katie Kirkpatrick, 21 yrs old. Next to her is her fiance, Nick, 23 years old. This picture was taken prior to their wedding January 11th, 2005. Katie has terminal cancer and spends hours in chemotherapy. Here Nick waits while she finishes one of the sessions.
Even in pain and dealing with her organs shutting down, with the help of morphine, Katie took care of every single bit of wedding planning. Her dress had to be adjusted several times due to Katie's constant weight loss.
An expected guest was her oxygen tank. Katie had to use it during the ceremony and reception.
The other couple in this picture are Nick's parents, very emotional with the wedding and of course to see their son marrying the girl he fell in love when he was an adolescent.
Katie, in a wheel chair listening to her husband and friends singing to her.
Katie died 5 days after her wedding. To see a fragile woman dress as bride with a beautiful smile makes you think... happiness is always there within reach, no matter how long it lasts.....lets enjoy life and don't live a complicated life. Life is too short.
Work as if it was your first day. Forgive as soon as possible. Love without boundaries. Laugh without control and never stop smiling, even if you don't know the reason.
Please pray for those suffering from cancer. Keep this going; prayers are always answered.
Keep The Flame Burning
Pray for The cure
I lost my Brother last year to cancer. So if you can pass this on in an email or something please do.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
I get tired of the same old titles. This parable today is on the long side. So I figure you might as well get comfy and perhaps grab a glass of water to enjoy as you read. he he.
It is a new day! Bright and sunny here. Remember if your in a cloudy or rainy weather to at least have a sunshine in your heart and soul. Decide to be sunny. Remember you do have that choice.
Thanks for all your comments about facebook. I am gonna leave it there and perhaps your right it maybe just to make them feel better. I just need tougher skin. Stay in the present not the past.
Not too much going on in my "exciting" life. Ha! sorry I crack myself up sometimes. Had a phone call early from my foot doctor he is coming to visit me on Friday. Kinda nice having the doctor call you for the appointment. Makes me feel special and all warm and cozy inside.
I have bee taking cinnamon in my yogurt in the morning to help with my blood sugars. Then I found Cinnamon tablets I can take 2 a day. Was kinda weird after I took the first one I think I didn't have enough water with it. I sort of burped and it tasted like Cinnamon. I know, I know, Too much Information...hehe.
*~*Lesson from a Rainy Day*~*
Lesson from a Rainy Day, August 26, 1999 is a day that many New Yorkers would probably like to forget. However, this New Yorker will always remember that day because that is the day that I learned what a powerful gift appreciation can truly be. On August 26, 1999, New York City experienced a torrential downpour. The relentless rain caused the streets to flood. New York City's subway system came to a screeching halt as the subway stations were inundated with water. Unfortunately, this happened during the morning rush hour. Many people who were going to work were stranded and forced to go home.
Some battled with fellow New Yorkers to hail a cab or to get on a bus. Still others braved the storm, walking miles to get to work. I happened to be one of people on her way to work that morning. I went from subway line to subway line only to find that most service had stopped. After running around like crazy and making my way through crowds of people, I finally found a subway line that was operating. Unfortunately, there were so many people waiting to board the subway that I could not even get down the stairs to the platform. Undaunted and determined to get to work, I decided to take the train uptown several stops and then switch back to the downtown train. It was a hassle, but it paid off. However, the train got more packed at each stop. People pushed and shoved. I was constantly hit with elbows and bags.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the train reached my stop. But the journey was not over yet. I would still have to walk several blocks to get to my office. The rain had intensified, and no umbrella was enough to withstand the forces of Mother Nature. When I finally got to work, I was completely soaked and left a puddle of water everywhere I sat. I was also exhausted and discouraged from my commute.
My coworkers and I spent most of the day drying off. When 5:00 rolled around, I was ready to go home. I was about to log off my computer when I received an email from Garth, my Deputy Director. I opened the email and found the following message: I would like to thank all those associates who made the effort and eventually reported to work. It is always reassuring, at times like these, when employees so clearly demonstrate their dedication to their jobs. Thank you.
As you can see, Garth's email was short, but I learned more from that brief message than I ever did from a textbook. The email taught me that a few words of appreciation can make a big difference. The rainstorm and the transit troubles had made me miserable and weary. But Garth's words immediately invigorated me and put a smile back on my face. Garth's actions also made me realize that words of appreciation not only make you feel good but it also motivates and inspires you. After reading his email, I felt that coming to work that day was an accomplishment that I should be proud of. Suddenly getting drenched and the extremely long commute did not seem so bad. As a matter of fact, his email made the whole subway ordeal all worthwhile.
Sometimes we are so wrapped up in our lives that we forget the magical power of appreciation. Garth had been caught in the rain like the rest of us. He had to tend to his responsibilities. He also had to cope with the numerous absences in the five areas that he manages. And he had to take on his boss' responsibilities, as she was unable to get to work. Yet, he still found time to send an email thanking his employees for their dedication and the extra effort they had made to get to work.
Garth taught me that I should never be too busy to show people my appreciation and to acknowledge the positive things they do. This was the most valuable lesson that anyone could ever give me. And for that, I will always be grateful to Garth. August 26, 1999 may have been one of the darkest days in New York City history, but it was one of the brightest days in my life thanks to Garth.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Hello from Pennsylvania! Nice weather here today. You know as I get older I am finding I am more stubborn.
I have a blood glucose meter that I use to test my blood sugars. I love it. It is a One touch profile. Apparently they are not common anymore and I couldn't find test strips from any place near me.
So I had to learn how to use a new one. I got one free from One touch but it is a mini one. I did get the hang of it. So maybe I can learn new tricks. Ha!
Nothing real exciting going on today for me. I have had a few people tag me on facebook. I really don't care for facebook because of old classmates are adding me as a friend. I hated High School. People were mean and made my life hell on a daily basis. One class mate wrote on my wall saying "think of you often" yeah,,,I bet. These reminders and people aren't something I like to dwell on. Wonder if you can delete yourself from facebook? Might have to look into that.
THIS IS FABULOUS: WRITTEN BY AN 8 YEAR OLD. Enjoy!
How to Explain God was written by Danny Dutton, age
8, from Chula Vista, California, for his third grade homework assignment
"One of God's main jobs is making people. He makes them to replace the ones that die so there will be enough people to take care of things on earth. He doesn't make grown-ups, just babies. I think because they are smaller and easier to make. That way He doesn't have to take up His valuable time teaching them to talk and walk. He can just leave that to mothers and fathers.
"God's second most important job is listening to prayers. An awful lot of this goes on, since some people, like preachers and things, pray at times besides bedtime. God doesn't have time to listen to the radio or TV because of this. Because He hears everything, there must be a terrible lot of noise in His ears, unless He has thought of a way to turn it off. "God sees everything and hears everything and is everywhere which keeps Him pretty busy. So you shouldn't go wasting His time by going over your mom and dad's head asking for something they said you couldn't have.
"Atheists are people who don't believe in God. I don't think there are any in Chula Vista. At least there aren't any who come to our church.
"Jesus is God's Son. He used to do all the hard work like walking on water and performing miracles and trying to teach the people who didn't want to learn about God. They finally got tired of Him preaching to them and they crucified Him. But He was good and kind, like His Father and He told His Father that they didn't know what they were doing and to forgive them and God said O.K.
"His Dad (God) appreciated everything that He had done and all His hard work on earth so He told Him He didn't have to go out on the road anymore. He could stay in heaven. So He did. And now He helps His Dad out by listening to prayers and seeing things which are important for God to take care of and which ones He can take care of Himself without having to bother God. Like a secretary, only more important.
"You can pray anytime you want and they are sure to help you because they got it worked out so one of them is on duty all the time.
"You should always go to Church on Sunday because it makes God happy, and if there's anybody you want to make happy, it's God. Don't skip church to do something you think will be more fun like going to the beach. This is wrong. And besides the sun doesn't come out at the beach until noon anyway.
"If you don't believe in God, besides being an atheist, you will be very lonely, because your parents can't go everywhere with you, like to camp, but God can. It is good to know He's around you when you're scared in the dark or when you can't swim and you get thrown into real deep water by big kids.
"But you shouldn't just always think of what God can do for you. I figure God put me here and He can take me back anytime He pleases.
And that's why I believe in God.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Happy Sunday to all. Ok so my last post was about adoptable animals. I put up one picture of Dawson. Well I kept thinking about him last night and even had him in one of my dreams. After our precious Snowy passed a few months back my DH and I said 'no more" Due to the fact it hurts so much to lose them.
Now I am a strong believer that if something is making my mind dwell on it or think about it that it is God trying to tell you something.
So, I email the shelter to inquire how his heartworm treatment is going. They have had a lot of sucessful patients there. I am thinking I will know if I am suppose to adopt this boy or not. Our 2 remaining dogs are females. One is the Alpha female at that.
But another thing, there might be something I can help the shelter with. Financial we can't but I do ok with typing and computer stuff. So perhaps I can help them with paperwork stuff. I will let you know what I find out.
This is a Beautiful Story Author is unknown though.
~*~Shay: God's Plan~*~
At a fund-raising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children, the father of one of the school's students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question. "Everything God does is done with perfection. Yet, my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is God's plan reflected in my son?"
The audience was stilled by the query. The father continued. "I believe," the father answered, "that when God brings a child like Shay into the world, an opportunity to realize the Divine Plan presents itself. And it comes in the way people treat that child." Then, he told the following story: Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, "Do you think they will let me play?" Shay's father knew that most boys would not want him on their team. But the father understood that if his son were allowed to play it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging.
Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance from his teammates. Getting none, he took matters into his own hands and said, "We are losing by six runs, and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and I'll try to put him up to bat in the ninth inning." In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.
At the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the outfield. Although no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base. Shay was scheduled to be the next at-bat. Would the team actually let Shay bat at this juncture and give away their chance to win the game?
Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that this was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball. However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher moved a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least be able to make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.
The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly toward Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball to the pitcher. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could easily have thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have ended the game.
Instead, the pitcher took the ball and threw it on a high arc to right field, far beyond reach of the first baseman. Everyone started yelling, "Shay, run to first. Run to first." Never in his life had Shay ever made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled. Everyone yelled "Run to second, run to second!" By the time Shay was rounding first base, the right fielder had the ball. He could have thrown the ball to the second baseman for a tag.
But the right fielder understood what the pitcher's intentions had been, so he threw the ball high and far over the third baseman's head. Shay ran towards second base as the runners ahead of him deliriously circled the bases towards home. As Shay reached second base, the opposing shortstop ran to him, turned him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third!"
As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams were screaming, "Shay! Run home." Shay ran home, stepped on home plate and was cheered as the hero, for hitting a "grand slam" and winning the game for his team. "That day," said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face," the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of the Divine Plan into this world."
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