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Standing in the storm

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Can you see the power in these words? Not because of who the author is, (I saw that much later) but because I have been this woman standing in the midst of a storm.

The she who was steadfast on faith and was still standing albeit a bit tattered and wind blown when the rains subsided and the radiance of the sun shown again.

Certainly we all have been this woman in the storm.

From each of my storms I was to gain a lesson and from many I have, not all, but most. It’s been about finding myself/ourselves during the journey, leaning into my/our faith during the storm and seeing how quickly I/we could readjust ourselves during and after the storm and walk into the winds of change.

We are solid and we are these women. Stand strong, the storm doesn’t last always.

 
 

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A celebrities life…holy geez!

The wisdom of children shows: I am watching Arthur with my GB today and I heard the most profound comment…

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The cookie jar…LOL!

Baking the cookies…. Laughing Out Loud, at myself for still using this age-old innuendo as a reference to sexcapes. Okay, I consider myself to be relevant when it comes to knowing my way around the “kitchen.” Now, I’m far from an expert, but I can “ahem” hold my own. I bake a “slap yo mama” pound cake that will bring a man to his knees and grill a steak so fine that you won’t care who is watching as you lick the plate clean. However, my specialty where it really counts is in “baking the cookies.”

See, most everything I learned to do in a kitchen started at the knee of my Grand (a wise old woman with many colorful colloquialisms), but baking cookies (giggle) well that was a lesson I learned directly from the men in my life.

Lesson #1 you shouldn’t share your cookies just for the sake of sharing, because everyone will want to get a bite. Be perspicacious when deciding if and when you should share no need to rush into making a rash decision if the cookie is good they’ll be willing to wait. Your job is to make them want to wait and remember a woman should guard her “cookie jar” as if she is guarding the gates of heaven.

Lesson #2 listen with your head and not your heart. The heart will mislead you with all kinds of emotions, however the head is more apt to lean toward logic and good old common sense. Be prepared to have sonnets written by the lying poets who will serenade you with the sweetest words to gain entrance to your cookie jar.

Lesson #3 never sacrifice yourself or your cookies for love when you find yourself in an unbalanced situation. Always be able to make the distinction between love and loyalty to self. Otherwise you will feel as if someone robbed your cookie jar.

Lesson #4 Lay your cards on the table, but still maintain a stern poker face. If you choose to pull up a chair and play the game using your cookies as bait know exactly what you are willing to lose and when you need to pull it all out.

Lesson #5 You and you alone are responsible for your cookie jar and it’s contents…so you may want to consider keeping it locked down until you really have a clear understanding of its authentic value (women often under value the worth of the cookies). Wouldn’t you hate to look up one day and have an empty cookie jar, because you shared its contents with so many who thought “why buy the cow when the milk and cookies are free.”

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Karma suggest we..do the right thing.

Sometimes when one is going through a struggling time (personal/work relationships, financial hardship, employment opportunities, or general turmoil) one must stand in the mirror and ask the following question…

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What pot am I stirring that I need to put the lid on and step away from? What ingredients (belittling, jealousy, loathing, degrading, backbiting, self-righteousness, gossip, superiority, envy, greed) might I be contributing via pouring and spewing, that “ain’t” none of my business? At some point you must ask yourself, “am I part of the problem or part of the solution” (this does not require a rocket scientist brain)?

Maybe it’s time you bake up something of your own creation. Something with a little less negativity and a lot more positivity toward life and the lives you’ve been blessed to touch. Cease being up in the “mix” of everything with everybody and focus on your own success and the business you need to handle today and tomorrow.

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…you hurt my feelings!

 

g-pa and the kid!

 

A smile crosses my face as I write this blog, recounting the exchange between my five-year old g-baby and I today on the staircase. Upon returning from his Kardio class I instructed him to remove his shoes and to carry them and place them by the stairs.

I wanted the shoes up stairs for convenience and practicality. His mom picks him up and uses the main door and our shoes were wet from the snow. We enter through the garage, remove our shoes and I did not want him tracking through the house. So when I asked him to take his shoes upstairs it should have been a simple request

It seemed to me that my request was “simple” and very clear, but what followed gave me great pause.

The child proceeded up the stairs and when I turned to ask him if he had removed his shoes as requested, he attempted to push pass me and go up the stairs. Now, this is where it gets sticky. You may have guessed that as his grand…I am taller, stronger and possess far more character than he has acquired in his mere five years of life…apparently he did not get the memo.  Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Posted by on January 25, 2012 in Family, G-baby things

 

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Reading is f-u-n-d-a-m-e-n-t-a-l!

I began reading, long before I had mastered the art of pronunciation or speech that said, I love, love to read. As a child, I found reading to be entertaining, educational and a means to an escape! Reading, is how I created my very own wonderland and adventures. Books and words were my retreat from my ordinary life, I could kick off my shoes, pull up a chair and immerse myself into the comfort of a story and feel as if I were a part of the action.

I remember reading mt first primary books “Run Dick Run and See Jane” oh, the memories…Borrrring! A term over used by my grandson, whenever he feels that he is not being fully entertained or asked to participate in anything of no interest to him. haha

My first love story was about a pig, a spider and a wonderful thing called friendship, Charlotte’s Web. I was seven years old and in the second grade. Mrs. Beatty (my absolute favorite teacher) was reading this story aloud to me (the class included) over a period of days. I remember being so eager to hear what would happen next with Wilbur that I awoke early each morning believing that I could propel the morning into afternoon story time with just my wishful thoughts. Although, I always enjoyed story time, I was truly excited about this particular story. I loved to listen to the sound of her voice as she brought each character to life through her animations and enthusiasm. I am certain that when Mrs. Beatty had children she was a phenomenal mother!

All these years later, I can recall how I felt in my little girl self as the story turned from humorous to devastating. I was heartbroken when Charlotte died (can you believe, I am tearing up now, as I write this). My teacher (being observant as a teacher should) noticed me crying (more like total meltdown) sat the book down, called me to the front, sat me on her lap and wrapped me in her arms. She waited before asking me, why I was crying. I told her because it wasn’t fair! It wasn’t fair that Charlotte should die and leave Wilbur and her babies alone. I guess, I could mention, that I was the only child out of the entire second grade class blubbering (If only I had known they that I would be an emotional train wreck the rest of my life). Do you think any of the kids in my second grade class remember me crying?

Like any “good” adult should, she talked me through the process of life and death as it related to the story. I will tell you that that moment has has stuck with me well into four plus decades of my existence. Recanting it now, the tingle in my heart feels as if it happened just yesterday.

Truth is I read any and everything! Which, I must admit has turned out to be my saving grace in many situations, because I am trained to read both the obvious and the less interesting, just out of habit.

My very first adventure book “The Boxcar Children” oh, how I loved those children and their antics. I didn’t know it then, but they romanticized “curiosity” for me. Ramona the pest, The Great Brain sparked my intuitiveness and inspired me to think outside the box, The Little House on The Prairie (I was certain that I was Laura Ingalls hanging out with pa on the creek). Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing (I must reread this as an adult) LOL Are You There God, its Me Margaret? That was a sort of coming to age book for me.

Books tell a lot about a person, I believe they tell a lot about who you are on the inside. I am older, more mature and a bit more seasoned now, I still enjoy a good story, but I really like to read about people, their courage and character. I find it interesting to see what people or made of, how a situation can affect them to their core or how they will rise to the occassion.

I sincerely hope that I can convey my passion for reading as I attempt to share the books I review here. Please feel free to comment and share your thoughts as well, because we all know that reading is fundamental.

*I can’t expect to be perfect, I sometimes just want to get it completed.

R&W

 
 

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