Sunday, December 16, 2012

A Blessed Christmas to You

It seems that my last post upset one of my faithful readers; someone I love like a sister. This, along with Himself's cajoling and a very convicting sermon this morning, has caused me to try, ever so hard, to get into a proper Christmas spirit.

"There is one found worthy The Lion of the tribe of Judah There is one found worthy The root of David."

Only one is worthy of all blessing, honor and glory. Only one can wash away my sin. Only one can comfort the hurting. Only one can take away any bitterness in me.

There are twenty families suffering unimaginable pain and sorrow this holiday season. Their babies were brutally slain along with a number of school personnel. How dare I gripe.

Loving Father, please forgive me my bitter attitude which I have blamed on offense for your Son. You are bigger than I and you speak for yourself. Please keep me watchful and prayerful now and always for those who hurt. Thank you for your forgiveness. In Jesus' most precious name do I pray.

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Crabby Christmas to You

"I just can't help it. Yes, I get crabby when I am decorating the tree and people get in my way. Yes, I get a somewhat nasty tone in my voice. What of it?!"

"I do it all by myself for years and NOW they want to help? I wouldn't even put it up if it weren't for my being bullied about it!"

Facebook update and my comment following it on Tuesday night.

Yup, I said all that. I can be a real piece of work when pushed. I don't know why or how it happened but I am the grinch. I celebrate Jesus 365 days a year and would be happy to sing happy birthday on December 25th. However, the three month lead up to it makes me nasty!

Nasty is a choice, I know. I don't have to be nasty. Usually, I am not. If I could only figure out what makes me feel so put out this time of year.

Yes, I mentioned the months it takes to come and go.

There's not having the eye on the prize, God becoming man.

Here's one to start an argument: lying to children about a white-bearded man visiting in the middle of the night and leaving gifts for good girls and boys.

How about cranky people spending money they don't have to give to people they may or may not even like?

I used to bake and bake and give the cookies and candies I made as gifts. After it became a drudgery, I spent a few more years begrudgingly doing it and then just stopped. I also realized I was becoming prideful because my cookies were the best to look at and to taste. Really, they were amazing.

We tend to want to show the best of ourselves on our blogs. Here I am showing my warts. I am a prideful, sometimes nasty person saved by grace.

Thank you, Jesus, for giving up your heavenly throne so that I might have eternal life. Because you lived as a man, I can never say, "You don't understand."

Monday, December 3, 2012

December 2012 Daybook

Simple Woman's Daybook

Outside my window...unseasonable warmth contrasts the Christmas lights.

I am thinking...about whether to read, crochet or watch tv while playing on the computer.

I am thankful...we don't go overboard for Christmas.

In the kitchen...a cold oven reflects my decision to not bake Christmas cookies.

I am wearing...pajamas; sweet, comfortable pajamas!

I am creating...a knitted cowl for warmth...I think it is for me...

I am be very busy trying to get rid of anything in my home that hasn't been used in the last year.

I am I am going to find the energy to do the above.

I am reading...David Baldacci's latest novel, The Forgotten.

I am hoping...I can visit my friend Ellen to finish the cowl I am working on. She is my knitting guru!

I am looking forward to...Christmas Eve with my side of the family.

I am trust in the Lord as we go through a storm.

Around the house...a spot is waiting for a Christmas tree that I don't feel like decorating.

I am to get everything done that needs getting done this week.

One of my favorite things...having quiet time (have I posted this before?).

A peek into my day...not today but a good shot of the love of my life! photo (6)

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Weathering the Storms

The first national nightmare I remember was John F. Kennedy being shot. I was in first grade and our teacher platform carrying the president’s coffin.

Since then, there have been natural disasters such as hurricanes, tsunamis and earthquakes. There has been all manner of human depravity in the name of power and “rights.” We have weathered two 9/11 tragedies and, in the U.K., 7/11. Terrorism comes in many forms.

Last week, Hurricane Sandy came right to my front door. Being the “lucky” ones, we were without power for only three days and three nights. Many others are still, after more than a week, without power, and some, many without homes, whilst still others are burying their dead.

Yet, we have seen some of the best of humankind; our neighbor shared his generator power so that our freezer goods wouldn’t go bad. People with gas grills were cooking food for neighbors which would have otherwise gone bad. Those with power are sharing their homes and their electricity to anyone who has need. Samaritan’s Purse sent people to local churches to help people devastated by the storm by cleaning out what was left of their homes. Utility workers from states not affected by the storm caravanned to our aid.

Yes, there are looters and burglars and scam artists looking to make a quick buck with inferior or non-existent repairs. However, kindness has been the rule.

Just don’t try to cut into a gas line in Jersey. It would could get really ugly.

*I wrote this a few days ago. Today, a Nor’Easter came in and we have wet snow. Some areas which had their power restored are losing it again. Please pray.

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Random Stuff

In order to keep this blog going, I am going to have to stop waiting until I "have something to say" and just type!

I read the obituaries. Yup. Have been reading them for many years although I am only...years old. I get curious and, if the obit doesn't say what they died of, I look at the end of the post. Often, it will say, "In lieu of flowers," and will say please give a donation to a charity which is often for the cause of the death.

Recently, I have seen several "in lieu ofs" for autism organizations. Every time, one of the survivors has been a grandson (in case you don't know, the majority of people on the autism spectrum are boys). Love transcending the grave. It is a beautiful thing.

Are you sick of this American presidential campaign? Oy, I am so looking forward to it being over. May God have mercy on this nation I live in.

Speaking of November 6 (election day), it is Himself's and my 25th wedding anniversary. Where on earth did the time go??? We know that the kids aren't giving us a party. The Boy said, since we (meaning I) hinted so much he and The Girl are taking us out to dinner. Hey, it's the least they can do, right?

My mother-in-love and I have a standing date on Fridays. I bring her to the hairdresser and then she takes me out to lunch. It's a good thing we get along so well. Yes, you do marry his family.

We are hunkered down for what is being called "Frankenstorm." There is a cold storm coming from the midwest and a warm hurricane coming from the south. Oy. I am so glad God is in charge of our lives. We have bottled water and food. Our next door neighbor has a large enough generator that he kindly offered to let us run an extension cord to our basement where our freezer is. It is full and I'd hate to lose all those groceries.

I'm going to end here with a wish that all who read are well. Please pray for us that this storm will pass without injuries.

Tuesday, September 25, 2012


Quiet. Deliciously, wonderfully quiet. The background sounds of life outside the house, the occasional hum of the refrigerator and the clicking on the keyboard are all I hear. Ah, so nice; so rare.

There was a time in my life when quiet was unbearable. Then, I needed the sound of the television or radio to drown out my thoughts. Now, I have taken my thoughts captive – for the most part – and revel in the peace of this dawning day.

In quiet, I will leave my computer and commune with God as I study His Word.

In quiet, I face the nights waiting for blessed sleep.

In quiet, God works His wonders if I only let Him.


What makes you peaceful?

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

I Won't Forget

A rerun…I know some things have changed (i.e. administration) but the facts and feelings remain…

It was a beautiful day much like today. Temperature was around 70 and school had just started again after a long summer break. I had just finished an exercise video and was about to start the treadmill when I turned on the tv. Instead of the regular programming the station was showing a view of the World Trade Center which was expelling billowing, dark gray smoke.

I called Himself at work to see what the buzz was there since he was in the travel industry. They thought it was a small plane gone astray just as one did at the Empire State Building many years ago. While we were talking, a second plane went into the other Tower and I screamed, “OhmyGod! OhmyGod! OhmyGod! It was then we knew we were being attacked.

After hanging up with Himself, I tried to go on the treadmill. Was it shock? A need for normalcy or routine in my world which had just been turned upside down? I can’t tell you but I remember that I couldn’t stay on that machine but, instead, sat riveted to the television.

I called my sister and gave her office the lowdown. I called my parents, brother, friends and told those who hadn’t heard yet to put on their tv’s. What channel, they asked. Any channel.

Thinking about bioterrorism, I went to the nearest supermarket and bought twenty-two gallons of water and two gallons of bleach for purifying water. I then filled up my gas tank and told the Middle Eastern attendant to be careful. Next was a stop at my daughter’s home. She was a mess but I knew that her friends were on their way so I went to The Boy’s school.

The Boy was in the lunch room and I explained to him and his friends what was happening as calmly as possible. They didn’t seem spooked so I asked my boy if he wanted to stay in school and be brave for his friends. He said yes. As I was leaving, I stopped in at the nurse’s office. I told her I didn’t know what was the right thing to do. She told me that, yes, I did know. I immediately went back to the lunch room and took my son home.

Himself was not permitted to leave work until three that afternoon. We had to turn off the television despite the fact that I didn’t want to. It just wasn’t good for our boy to watch this over and over again.

Living close to a very busy airport we are quite used to hearing planes going overhead at any time of the day. One of the most eerie parts of that day was the silence of commuter jet traffic and the roar of military jets and the pulsing of helicopter rotors which occasionally swept by.

We had no idea what was to come next. All we knew was that we were together, God was and is alive and well and that His eye was/is on us.

Truth be told, I don’t remember much else about that day. I was helping to care for a friend who was dying of cancer and had to compartmentalize everything to be able to cope. In the following months, I became anorexic (not for the first time), my son graduated from sixth grade, my dear friend died and I went into an eating disorders facility for three weeks to keep from dying myself. However, on September 11, 2002, the trauma hit me big time. I kept expecting the same thing to happen. It didn’t, thankfully, but the PTSD was and, I believe, is still rampant in these here parts.

On this eleventh anniversay, I sit here and wonder when the next attack will occur and if it will happen in the same places. Could my son cope with watching a site in NYC smoking and burning for two months again? I don’t care what your political leanings are but I believe the previous administration strengthened our security greatly. Our borders are still porous and that is a problem we need to deal with.

One of my greatest fears is that we, as a nation, have become complacent. Yes, we have to get on with our lives. However, there are people who complain about taking off their shoes before hopping on a plane and many who no longer fly their flags like we did five years ago. The taxis in NYC are honking their horns loudly again unlike the control they showed for what I believe was months after 9/11.

One good change has remained, though. We say, “I love you,” much more freely than we did five years ago. We are much more aware of how fragile and finite our lives are. This is a very good thing.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

DayBook August 28, 2012

Thank you to Peggy Hostetler at The Simple Woman’s Daybook


Outside my window…the daylight hours wane – the only part of the end of summer I do not like.

I am thinking…about how our days are numbered.

I am thankful…for how far Isabella has come. She has such a wonderful sense of humor and more and more spontaneous conversation.

In the kitchen…the dishes are washed and plans for tomorrow’s meal have yet to be made.

I am wearing…my pajamas! Nothing like comfy p.j.’s.

I am creating…memories with my granddaughter with each day we spend together.

I am going…to a Women of Faith conference soon – so excited!

I am wondering…how long it will take for my son to truly be a man with all the responsibilities and desire for responsibilities.

I am reading…nothing but my Bible and the devotional I am doing.

I am hoping…a loved one will accept Jesus as her savior before her numbered days are over.

I am looking forward to…spending time with my best friend at the conference.

I am learning more about prayer and the Holy Spirit.

Around the house…toys, books, drawing pencils and crayons remind me of a little girl who lights up my life and brings me joy.

I am pondering…the need for faithful prayers from believers in my country so that this land might know a great awakening.

One of my favorite things…a quiet house.

A few plans for the rest of the week: visiting my mother-in-love with Isabella, working out and seeing what God has to say.

A peek into my day…a visit with a friend and her mother who is ill. What a blessing it was to spend time with them.

Sunday, July 8, 2012

At the Risk of Offending...

There are so many things I wish to talk about but I fear offending.

There are many things bothering me. Does anyone want to hear complaints?

However, one thing I can no longer keep my mouth shut about is the of reading 50 Shades of Gray by Christian women. It has been touted as "housewife porn." From what I know of it, that is exactly what it is; porn.

God tells us in His word "...among you there must not be even a hint of sexual immorality, or of any kind of impurity, or of greed, because these are improper for God's holy people." (Ephesians 5:3)

Again, "Put to death, therefore, whatever belongs to your earthly nature: sexual immorality, impurity, lust, evil desires and greed, which is idolatry." (Colossians 3:5)

This doesn't leave any room for interpretation other than this book is pornography and not to be consumed by the believer. Wake up, sisters! Do not be a part of this world. We are meant for something greater. This is spiritual warfare and we must not relent in this battle. Speak up!

That's all I have to say on that subject.

Friday, June 29, 2012

Friday Friday Falderal, June 29, 2012

No matter how I try, getting this done weekly is beyond me. Oh, well, let's start, shall we?

Here in the Great Atlantic Northeast, we are facing hot, humid weather. If you get frizz from humidity, how do you deal with it?

I've been waiting for quite some time for a Keratin Express treatment but my daughter hasn't found the time for me! The greyer I get the curlier I get so I just let my hair dry naturally.

Getting your hair cut/styled - drudgery or enjoyment?

As my niece is my stylist, it is a sheer joy. She is such a great person and I love spending time with her. Also, her children, three and two years old, get to know their dear Auntie g!

This one may seem strange but I want to know: I read that, in some places, it was unusual, when someone dies, to have an open casket at the wake. Where you live, do you have wakes? Open casket or closed? Do you have a repast (meal for those who join you in mourning) after the burial?

Unless the deceased was disfigured by an accident or whatever, we have open casket although cremation is becoming more and more popular with a memorial service instead of a wake and funeral. We do have a repast either at a restaurant or at home where it is usually catered. If the memorial service is at my church, and some other churches, a number of people will cook and serve the people who attend.

This week, I saw the movie "Brave" which takes place in Scotland. I love, love, love Scottish, Irish and English accents. I also love the Kenyan accent. Is there an accent you love to hear?

Himself and I are trying to figure out where to retire. Where we live is simply too expensive. Tell me where you think we out to go and why.

Life is never boring around here and there is rarely a lack of things to do. As I type this, I am waiting for my mother-in-lve to finish having her hair done at the beauty parlor. She is no longer driving and we, my brother-in-law, husband and I take turns driving her where she needs to go. I guess that would be called the "circle of life." Mom took care of us all these years and now it is time to help her.

Any ideas on what to do with Isabella in this heat? We will probably go to the library this afternoon. They have a nice children's room with toys and it seems to be the place to be on hot days. Still, I would like to find somewhere else that is cheap or free.

The weekend is upon us. Any plans? The only thing I know we are doing is praying for missionaries in what we call "creative access" countries (those countries which do not allow missionaries) with friends. Other than that, we will see.

Bless you, g

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Day Book, June 20, 2012

The Simple Woman's Day Book


Outside my window...the noise of people working on lawns and whatever else before the heat of day settles in.

I am thinking...that I would like to live in a less congested area.

I am thankful...for a working air conditioner. It is supposed to get into the high 90'sF or 35.5 or higher C.

In the kitchen...the freshly washed floor is drying and I have more straightening to do.

I am pajamas until I finish housework.

I am creating...a frittata for lunch.

I am regret not trying to take a nap this morning!

I am wondering...if Isabella is truly sick or if her allergies are getting the best of her.

I am reading...Lis Wiehl's newest thriller, Eyes of Justice.

I am hoping...for safety for those who do not have air conditioning.

I am looking forward parents' visit today. We do not see each other often enough.

I am not take life so seriously.

Around the many things to do that I am overwhelmed.

I am pondering...whether or not the smell of the fish I made last night is gone.

A favorite quote for today...God's mercies are new every morning.

One of my favorite things...old movies in black and white.

A few plans for the rest of the week: play dates - summer is here.

A peek into my day...kindergarten graduation two days ago.


Friday, June 8, 2012

Friday Falderal June 9, 2012

It's been a while but here is another edition of the Friday Falderal! Won't you share your answers?

How do you feel about summer? Do you enjoy hot weather? Summer is my nemesis. Himself wants to move to Florida but two or three months of heat and humidity is about all I can take! Hopefully, The Girl will give me a Keratin Express treatment tomorrow to fight the frizz.

Burgers, hot dogs or not thank you? It's that time of year in the great Atlantic northeast where we are bbq'ing and the burgers and "dogs" are on the grill. I'll indulge in a hot dog maybe three times a year - can you say mystery meat? Burgers on occasion. I'd rather just eat salad and add a protein like chicken or feta cheese.

Swim or air conditioning? Anyone who has been visiting here for a while know that I do NOT like being wet! No, I didn't nearly drown when I was a child. I have no idea why this is but bathing is the extent of my wetness factor. I'll take air conditioning over the pool.

You just found out your niece, her husband and their child are stopping by for a visit and it is dinner time. You have only enough for your little family. What do you do? My grandmother always said you can always add pasta to the pot. If you have a small steak, either put it in the fridge or cook it and slice it really thin and make a steak salad! Feeding people is what I do. Bring it on.

Impromptu or planned get togethers? Impromptu are the best for me. I tend to get anxious if I think about HAVING to be somewhere.

What's up with you? Hope all is well in your world. Blessings from the great Atlantic northeast.

Saturday, June 2, 2012


The Simple Woman's Daybook June Edition

FOR TODAY (Join in by visiting The Simple Woman's Daybook )

Outside my window...there is a cool breeze in the dark night.

I am thinking...that I have a lot of spring gardening to complete before summer gets here.

I am thankful...Himself and I are in good enough health to be able to take care of our precious Isabella.

In the kitchen...the dishwasher is winding down - yea for dishwashers!

I am a baptism tomorrow at church. I love baptism services! (We baptize by immersion when someone is old enough to make their own decision to follow Jesus.)

I am to make ends meet.

I am reading...a Women's Murder Club novel.

I am stay healthy and to not have my condition progress any further.

I am looking forward to...glory.

I am to bite my tongue and think more before I speak.

Around the house...the pile of The Girl's laundry is finally getting smaller.

One of my favorite quiet evenings alone.

A few plans for the rest of the week... getting my hair dyed and a keratin express treatment!

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

We Came, We Walked, We Conquered!

Team Isabella was in force for the Walk for Autism Speaks! We are different colors and shapes and ages. Boys, girls, women and men all out in force to support not only a little girl who stole our hearts from the moment she was born, but all people the autism spectrum has touched.

We have rarely needed the services of this wonderful organization but believe it worthy of our time and efforts. For more information, click here.

Towards the end of the 1.6 miles, Isabella had had enough. Her three uncles took turns carrying her 50+ pounds to the finish line. The noise and the crowds proved to be too much for her. She didn't even say hello to her teacher or best friend but this was okay. It is what it is.

Afterwards, we went out for brunch continuing our celebration of our love our precious girl. I asked everyone if it was okay for me to share our story and our picture. They were all eager to be included.

Next, several of us went to a book signing for Chicken Boy (click on Chicken Boy). This is an adorable book explaining a boy's autism in his own words. Very short and to the point.

After this, I quickly fell asleep and napped for three hours straight!

A good day, indeed.

Thank you for all your support! g

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Ten Things Tuesday

I am shamelessly stealing this idea from Ruth. I've been feeling a bit down in the dumps lately so I need to think on things that bring happiness to me:

1 - Number one on any list like this has to be the joy of my salvation in Jesus Christ. I may not always "feel" the joy but I know He never changes.

2 - Being a grandmother is a big happiness producer. Being Isabella's grandmother might just double that.

3 - Hearing from an old friend out of the blue. It's so nice to be thought of.

4 - Knowing that my son and I can watch superhero movies together, something he doesn't share with his dad - only me.

5 - When my daughter calls me to chat. There was a time when we didn't speak to one another.

6 - Being able to talk with my mom. I am so glad that she is still around. There was a time when we didn't speak either.

7 - Crisp, autumn days are a delight to me. You can keep the tropics; give me the Atlantic northeast in autumn! I even like the word "autumn."

8 - Dark chocolate can bring me some happiness. Finding out it is healthy for me near to brought a tear to my eye!

9 - That Himself and I are healthy enough to work out and maintain a pretty healthy lifestyle. It will be interesting to live alone together if The Boy ever moves out. We have never lived alone as a couple.

10 - I am happy that we have a roof over our heads, food in our bellies and clothing on our backs.

There is more but I will stop here. There is a lot I can be happy about. It is my choice whether or not I take advantage of it. Sometimes I don't. Shame on me. I have so much to be thankful for.

Friday, May 18, 2012

Team Isabella Walks Again

This Sunday, for the third year, Team Isabella will walk for Autism Speaks, an organization which helps families affected by autism.

We walk because:

...Isabella is Boo and I am Booboo, team captain.

...although Isabella can speak, she still can not express herself in a "typical" way.

...every 11 minutes, another family receives the devastating news that their child has a form of autism. least 1 in 88 children are on the spectrum.

...parents and families and people on the spectrum need a place to go for resources. is needed for research. Yes, we want to know what causes autism. Yes, we want the option to cure and prevent it.

...because we want to at least FEEL like we are doing something, anything to make a difference.

...because, when I spend time with my friend's neuro-typical four year old, I mourn a little bit despite loving Isabella just as she is.

...because we love.

If you would like to make a donation to Autism Speaks through Team Isabella, you can contact me at

Many blessings, g

Friday, May 11, 2012

Falderal Friday

Ah, Friday. It has been a longish week but not bad. My car still needs repairs but I am thankful for how much is within walking distance of my home.

After the A to Z Challenge, I am back to my old habit of slacking off but will try to keep up with the falderal.

What do you think of Mother's Day? (heavy sigh) I don't like being told when to appreciate people. Each time I speak with my mom I end the call with, "I love you." We don't give Christmas and birthday presents but we give I love you presents throughout the year. Not expensive, fancy things but things we really think the other will like. I give chocolate and biscotti and I have received a water filtering system (Brita). As for Mother's Day around here, I appreciate it when Himself makes dinner for me. However, I feel obligated to go to his Mother's place.

Do you have a bedtime routine? I have to confess that I watch way too much tv and stay on the computer too late into the night. I don't sit all evening...well, I do but I don't. I'll get up and floss. Then I'll get up and brush my teeth. Then I'll take my evening meds. I try to read a bit and then I'll pray. Hopefully, I sleep. It hasn't been very easy to fall asleep lately.

Is there a personal behavior you are trying to change? In the last ten years or so, I have been seriously trying to curb my tongue. Last night, I asked a friend if she had noticed a change and she said yes. She also said she can see when I am straining to say something and holding back! The biggest thing I want to work on now is my tone of voice. I can say something kindly and the same things can be said with a sting. I want to be kind.

Early morning or late night? Believe it or not, when I was in high school, I woke up way earlier than I needed to. Now, I would stay up until two or three AM if I could. Those mellow hours are lovely to me.

Have to go so that is it for now. Please let me know your answers. It is great to get to know you better! blessings, g

Monday, May 7, 2012

An Award

Oh, Nikki, what would I do without you? I have had brain freeze about blogging since the A to Z Challenge and now you honor me with this award!

Here are the required 10 random facts about me:

1. Although I list my hometown as Brooklyn, NY, but I lived there for only a week after I was born. My folks moved out of Brooklyn when Mom was five months pregnant with me but wanted to stay with her doctor and so went back to give birth to me.

2. When I order coffee in a restaurant (decaf because caffeine gets me VERY sick), I feel cheated if I don't drink at least two cups full. Free refills are required.

3. Nikki, I was taught to not visit others empty handed so I would probably bring cake, too, if we got together!

4. To me, camping is to be avoided at all costs. Even when I went to Girl Scout Camp, we had flush toilets, running hot and cold water and "tents" that were up on wooden platforms with bed frames for our sleeping bags. Most of our meals were in a mess hall.

5. Even before the grilling season starts, I am sick of hot dogs and hamburgers. I am quite content to cook in the house and leave the grilling to others (the grill scares me).

6. I really, really, really want to have long hair. Alas, my hair is not thick enough and just looks shabby if it is longer than the bottom of my neck.

7. I ask a lot of questions because this is how I learn and I love to learn! This drives big picture people insane and I have learned to tone down my question asking around these people.

8. When I was four years old, I really wanted to ride a two wheel bike. My dad helped for a while but soon got tired of it. He promised me a new two wheeler if I learned on my own. We had a parking lot next door to us and I tried and I tried and I tried and, that Christmas, there was a turquoise colored two wheel bike by the tree for me!

9. If you tell me something, I will believe you for I am quiet literal. If I found out you lied or exaggerated, I will never, ever completely believe you again.

10. If you are hungry, I will feed you. And you will enjoy it.

Now I have to choose six people to enjoy this award with me. How about Marie, Amy, Angie, Martha, Kaycee, and Nita.

I would love to ask more....Have a blessed week!

Monday, April 30, 2012


Anyone who knows me knows that I think Sunday afternoon naps are delicious. Actually, most naps are delicious; even the, "I'm so sick I don't have a choice but to sleep," naps are delightful.

I don't know why "z" is a symbol for sleeping - maybe it is what people think snoring sounds like? (Yes, I have woken myself up with a little snort of a snore - I admit it. Himself says he doesn't remember the last time he heard me snore - good answer, Himself, good answer.)

Getting back to sleeping, I never anticipated having a chronic condition that would cause me to have constant fatigue. Maybe God's sense of humor gave me a way to be able to nap without having guilt about it? I have tried to fight it but it fights back. If I don't nap when I need to, I wind up flat on my back with pain. Blessedly, my hubby is kind about this. Others, like my children, don't get it unless they are reminded (conditions that are invisible sometimes make people think you exaggerate or fake it).

Anyhoodle, by the grace of God, I am able to cope and I get to nap! ZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.....

The A to Z Challenge has been a hoot. I'm so glad to have had this experience and to have met new people. Maybe I will be more regular in my blogging....let's hope so!

Sunday, April 29, 2012


As a human being, I have choices.

Some choices are trivial: chocolate vs. vanilla (anyone who has been around for a while knows that I consider dark chocolate to be a food group), Rangers or Islanders.

Some will affect the rest of your life: marriage partner, whether or not to have children.

As a professing Christian, it is my choice whether or not I am going to yield to God's will. I have found that, when I do, life goes ever so much more smoothly.

Most of the time, doing things my way, without using God's perspective, I fail miserably. Not only do I fail myself but I fail everyone around me. When I use God's perspective in my decision making, I am not guaranteed an easy ride but I am ever so much successful and content.

This evening I was bummed out by a loved one's stinkin' attitude. Not only was I bummed out, I was angered and ready to lash out. Not trusting my tongue, I held it and got away from this person as fast as possible. I then snapped at someone else and needed to apologize. It was then that I realized I hadn't yielded my attitude to God. Now, I am writing this and watching Captain America with The Boy. (The Boy and I are both into super hero movies and the original Star Wars.)

I had a choice: wallow in anger and resentment or yield to God's desire for me to pray for the offending loved one and praise God for His blessings. I won't lie to you. It took my the senseless snapping at my boy to make me realize my selfish spirit.

At one time, it wouldn't have mattered and I would have continued in my folly. Thankfully, I am finally learning.

Friday, April 27, 2012

X Marks the Spot...

I lost my whole post!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Will try to redo later.....ugh.

Deep breath...X Marks the Spot for the Friday Falderal, a meme made up by moi! Please join in...

Have you ever participated in a blog challenge where you blog daily with topics starting with each letter of the alphabet with only most Sundays off? This is my third to last post in the A to Z Challenge and it has been a mind stretching ride!

Bloggers, have you ever met a blogging buddy? I started blogging on Windows Live Spaces which no longer exists. It was a great community. I have been blessed to meet four fellow bloggers in person and several on the phone and via Skype. I have never been disappointed!

You can vacation anywhere in the world without having to actually travel there and back (yes, I am a fan of the original Star Trek) - where would you like to go. I've had a yen to go to Scotland! I love the green of nature and their accents are delightful.

Do you do animal prints? Anyone who knows me that I dig zebra and have since I was a small child when my grandmother made fake fur coats for us. I have a zebra jacket, purse (not to be worn with said jacket) and a friend gave me a furry zebra lap blanket.

Who would you rather have for president, Yoda or Obi Wan Kenobi? It's a toss up. They both have presidential characteristics. Yoda would show that we are a diverse nation but Obi Wan would be easier to understand. Oh, the choices we have to make!

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Thursday, April 26, 2012

When oh When Will I Learn... make sure my nails are COMPLETELY dry before I leave my manicure appointment (don't judge - every two weeks my daughter pays for my manicure for all the time I watch Isabella - my idea not hers!)... make a meal plan for the week... stick with a plan that will get me to sleep earlier each night... not take that first bite of something that I know I can't stop eating until it is gone... to keep a neat home... to let go of things that need letting go of... to become more disciplined in every area of my life... to let go and let God be in control...

Overall, though, I have learned that God's mercies are new every morning and He is always, ALWAYS with me; to comfort, to guide and to heal.


Victuals, vittles it all comes down to food that is edible. My cooking is better than the average. Haven't lost anyone yet and people come back for more!

Tonight, my pot luck dish is Acini di Pepe with Spinach and Feta (acini di pepe is little pastas shaped like peppercorns). It is a fan favorite! Recipe supplied upon demand.

There's something about sharing a meal that brings people together. Maybe it is the endorphins eating releases into the brain. Whatever it is, community is built.

Off to my dinner!

Tuesday, April 24, 2012


When a person becomes a teacher, it ought to be because they love, I mean LOVE children and desire making a positive difference in the lives of their students.

When a person becomes a special needs teacher, this love and desire to make a difference in childrens' lives needs to be multiplied several times over.

There is no greater trust that a parent can give than for a person to spend hours of time with their child. When a child doesn't have the ability to communicate clearly, the trust factor has to be even greater.

It is with a heavy heart that I share this:

This is unacceptable. I believe it is time to have cameras in all special needs classrooms first and then in every classroom across the country. When I was in fourth, fifth and sixth grade, I had teachers who were abusive. This was in an academically talented situation. That is why I say cameras need to be in EVERY classroom.

Who will speak out for our precious, precious children?

Monday, April 23, 2012

Thankfulness = Contentment

When I am thankful, I find it difficult to not be content with my lot. I have a chronic illness. I am so thankful it is not a degenerative illness. My granddaughter has autism. I am so thankful she is able to hug and be hugged and able to communicate as well as she does. My husband has to wake up for work at 2:30 AM which is really rough on his system. I am thankful for his health and ability to work. All of my clothing is either ill fitting or out of fashion. I am thankful for being clothed. Some of my friends are so hard to keep in touch with. I am thankful for the time we have spent together. We have only one working car. I am thankful for the one that works. When I have a complaining spirit, I need to remind myself to be thankful. Have you tried this? g I do not know why blogger isn't showing paragraph breaks, but I will be thankful that it is publishing at all...

Saturday, April 21, 2012

(Playing it) Safe

"Safe?" said Mr. Beaver."Who said anything about safe? 'Course he isn't safe. But he's good. He's the King, I tell you.” ― C.S. Lewis, The Chronicles of Narnia "A ship in harbor is safe -- but that is not what ships are built for." John A. Shedd, Salt from My Attic, 1928 How dull to always play things safely all the time. Think of some of the things we would be missing out on had there not been a spirit of adventure within the hearts of some: There had to be a first person to try sushi. clams, oysters! What about taking a ship out into the open sea? Building suspension bridges? Flying like a bird...planes, hang gliders, etc. What about discovering electricity? And, greatest of all, giving one's life for another; in the battle field, on the streets, on a cross. Safety can be highly overrated.

Friday, April 20, 2012


And now for something completely different (name the show that comes from and you win!). My fingernails have always been brittle. A friend introduced me to a product called Rejuvacote. You use it as you would regular nail polish or as a base and top coat and reapply each evening for a week. My nails have never been so strong! Let me know if you plan to give it a try. In the USA, you can get it at Harmon and use a Bed, Bath and Beyond 20% off coupon. It is also available on Amazon. Have a great weekend! g

Thursday, April 19, 2012

A New Quest

Just this evening, a friend and I were discussing how our lives are going to change over the next year. She will finish homeschooling her youngest child and will start. I am trying to downsize my belongings in anticipation of moving.

We are on quests; searches for what is to come next. My friend will probably continue her education. I haven't a clue what is next for me.

Because of a chronic condition, I am unable to work outside the home. Because of this same condition, I am unable to go back to school, which I would very much like to do. I never know from one day to the next if I am going to be able to drive a car or need a nap. Today, I slept an extra six hours after seeing Isabella off to school. There was no choice; it had to be done.

One thing I do know is that God has a plan for me. Right now, I don't know what it is. However, I know it will be a great ride!

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

(Local) Politics

In my town, we have a board of commissioners. Nine people are running for five commission seats and the person who gets the most votes is the mayor.

With this being an election year, to introduce the candidates, private citizens have "teas" in their homes where they serve snacks and have a candidate or two talk about themselves and their vision for the town. I have attended two and plan to go to a League of Women Voters round table or whatever they are calling it.

This is the first time I have attended any political interest meetings in town. Why now? I am becoming a one or two issue voter. I want to know how, or if, the candidates are thinking of the future needs of our special needs loved ones.

Statistics can be skewed but if the 1 in 88 statistic for Autism Spectrum Disorder is accurate, and even if it isn't the rate is still high, we are looking at an epidemic. What is going to happen as this population ages? As their parents age and can't care for them?
So far, I think I might have one candidate thinking about this, after all, he is a politician. Maybe my being places where I can stir the stagnant pot of the status quo will make a difference (oooo, I like that). g

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Oh, No!

It is late, I am tired (probably from staying awake last night trying to figure out a topic for today) and I've got nothing, nada, nil.

Oh, but we have made it through more than half of the challenge.

Oh, we have been having summer weather in April.

Oh, the local honey has been making my allergies manageable.

Oh, my parents had to cancel going on their trans-atlantic cruise because my father thought he could tough out a tooth ache and didn't do anything about it for two weeks...

Oh, I am selfishly relieved that they didn't go.

Oh, figuring out local politics has been exhausting (I think I just figured out tomorrow's blog post).

Oh, I don't want to move to Florida like Himself does even though it is so expensive to live here.

Oh, enough already. Good night, dear ones.

Monday, April 16, 2012

Never Can Say Goodbye...., no, no, no I never can say goodbye..." The Jackson Five had that right about me. I find it so difficult to leave the past in the past.

There are nights when I can't fall asleep for all the visitors who enter my thoughts. Most of them are not welcome.

My goal is to leave the past in the past along with regrets, live in the present and have hope for the future. I pray about this every night before my sleep.

I don't know if you believe in demons but I am certain of their existence. I know they want to continually remind me of my past mistakes - or make me believe they were mistakes. They want me to experience discontent with my life. My contentment can come only through faith in my Savior.

Evil has power but I have power over evil. I have power through the name and the blood of Jesus Christ. Do I hear an amen?

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Medical Care

When an elderly friend of ours was visiting his son in Canada, he became ill. His son, a medical doctor, called his dad's doctor in the States. He put his dad on a plane and made sure he took a cab directly to the hospital where his doctor had arranged for his admittance.

With socialized medicine in Canada, our friend's son knew he would be taken care of much more quickly in the States. Our friend is now recuperating from open heart surgery. Do you have any idea how long that would have taken in Canada? A long time; probably longer than our friend had to live without it (he was given only a couple of months without surgery).

Is this really the route we want America to take?

Friday, April 13, 2012

Lunacy Friday

Instead of Friday Falderal, we are doing Lunacy Friday. Why? Because I want to do the Friday Falderal and today's challenge letter is "l" and lunacy is a synonym for falderal so, so, so there. If not the spirit of the law of the a to z challenge, I have the letter of the law on my side!

Therefore, let the questions begin!

For those of you doing the a to z challenge, we are almost halfway there! How are you holding up? So far so good. I have visited quite a few sites and have noticed that a majority of them are by "authors." Have you noticed that?

There was an ad campaign a while back that said "Just do it!" What would "it" be to you? For me, it would be just be honest! I hate dishonesty. If I find you in a falsehood even once, I doubt I will ever completely believe you again. Trust is not something easily won back.

Italian food, Chinese or Peruvian? I just discovered Peruvian and it is delicious so I would have to go with Peruvian for now.

How do you feel about clowns? Oh, they scare me! I don't know if it is the fact that they are always in disguise or if it is because of scary movies.

Would you consider crossing an ocean on a cruise ship? I ask this because my parents leave on a transatlantic cruise in a couple of days. I don't know if I could handle that long on the open sea. Having the 100th anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic observed is NOT helping!

Looking forward to your answers! Have a great weekend, g

Thursday, April 12, 2012


There is only one substance in the universe that can bring Superman to his knees and it is that green, glowing substance called "kryptonite."

What is your kryptonite? I have several:

1 - Sweets. Even when I was anorexic, I ate my sweets, especially chocolate.

2 - Good manners. My daughter used to let her friends know that, if they said thank you, I would give them just about anything! I fed them often.

3 - Dissing me or hurting my feelings. If someone disses me or hurts my feelings it is a blow to my solar plexus. I become a small, hurt child and want to either hide or strike back. It happened to me tonight and I know, with everything in me, that the person who did it didn't mean to hurt me. Still, I, who do not cry, almost broke down like a blubbering infant.

4 - A lack of time spent with God. When I don't communicate with God through studying His Word and prayer, I am brought to my knees in weakness. I become less and less like Him and more and more depressed and anxious.

What is your kryptonite?

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Joy in the Journey

"There is a joy in the journey
There's a light we can love on the way
There is a wonder and wildness to life
And freedom for those who obey
And all those who seek it shall find it
A pardon for all who believe
Hope for the hopeless and sight for the blind
To all who've been born in the Spirit
And who share incarnation with Him
Who belong to eternity stranded in time
And weary of struggling with sin
Forget not the hope that's before you
And never stop counting the cost
Remember the hopelessness when you were lost
There is a joy in the journey
There's a light we can love on the way
There is a wonder and wildness to life
And freedom for those who obey
And freedom for those who obey..."

Michael Card has such a way with words. He writes that joy is conditional; one must "obey."

I have never been disappointed when I have obeyed God's word. My greatest joy has been in my salvation. Before knowing Him, I did not know joy. When I am not in His will, I stumble and fall into the depths of despair.

Why do I make my life so difficult? If I only obey I will know joy! Like a petulant child, I want my own way! Oh, but that I would have eyes that would see and ears that would hear!

Thankfully, my God is patient.

I..... behind in the a to z challenge. I have no idea how that happened! I like to be prompt. I like to be on time. I don't like tardiness. I just don't get it!

I would like to take the opportunity to apologize for this and for not being prepared with an appropriate post! Inconceivable!

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

How Did I Get Here From There?

When I was in high school, I thought I would graduate and become a flight attendant and travel the world. A gas crisis caused the airlines to layoff personnel, not hire more.

Plan B, go to college and study to be an adolescent psychologist. After graduation, I was supposed to go to graduate school. Uh, marriage and a baby followed, but not school.

With a husband who had left to seek "greener pastures," I tried graduate school whilst taking care of my infant daughter but it was too much. Off to work I went.

Seven years later, I met Himself. He told me I would never have to work more than part-time. ~heavy sigh~ That never happened and then The Boy was born.

The Boy is now twenty-two years old and I am a disabled "homemaker" who has helped take care a our granddaughter since the day she was born.

Things didn't turn out as I had planned. However, I am so happy to be able to be here for my precious girl.

How did I get here? I've stopped wondering and am trying to just live with what God has blessed me with. g

Monday, April 9, 2012

"g" as in "gail"

My daughter suggested I write about "gail" so here are a few things about me:

I use a small letter "g" online because I didn't like myself when I was a child (long story). Once I made peace with the little girl who was me, I started "honor" her with a small "g."

Before I had children, I didn't like children.

When I was fifteen, a friend let me drive his Corvette in the high school parking lot. It was the first time I ever drove and it felt gooood! When he would get a new 'vette, he would come by and let me drive it. Only the first one was an automatic...

I have two tattoos. I designed them and an artist made them into art work. My first was done before the tat craze came about.

Except on very rare occasions, I don't cry. I really wish I could.

In my humble opinion, dark chocolate ought to be a food group in and of itself.

I love words and learning in genera.. When someone uses a word I don't recogize, I ask them what it means. I have no false pride when it comes to knowledge.

Enough about me. Tell me something about you. g

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Great is Thy Faithfulness

"Great is Thy faithfulness!" "Great is Thy faithfulness!"
Morning by morning new mercies I see;
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided—
"Great is Thy faithfulness," Lord, unto me!"

A blessed, glorious, victorious Resurrection Day to all and a Happy Passover to those who observe! g

Friday, April 6, 2012

Friday Falderal

A few years back, I started a meme called Friday Falderal. Every Friday, I would create questions, answer them and then ask my readers for their answers. "Falderal" is in honor of a dear friend who used the word liberally before she passed away.

So, without further ado, here are this week's questions:

Do you feel obligated to spend holidays with family or do you do your own thing?

My husband feels obligated and also likes to spend time with his family so we do. However, one time, years ago, we did go to California for Thanksgiving...

Cake, pie or cookies?

Oh, cookies! Chewy, yummy cookies! Then again, pecan pie...german chocolate cake? Who makes up these questions, anyway?!

Do you keep up with national politics?

Yes, I do. In the United States, we have the honor of being able to vote for our leadership. Much of the time I feel that my vote doesn't count because those I vote for don't get elected! However, I will not stomp on the lives that were lost to give me the right to vote.

Pampering, waste of money or therapy?:

I was raised with a "Depression Era" mentality so I tend to try to make a nickel worth five cents. It is hard for me to spend money on myself. That being said, I don't get paid for watching my granddaughter five days a week so I asked my daughter to pay for me to get a manicure every two weeks. It is time that is just for me and it is therapeutic!

Looking forward to hearing from you! g

Thursday, April 5, 2012


Ecclesiastes in Greek means "preacher." It is the teaching and reflections of a man at the end of his life. You might remember the Byrds' song, Turn, Turn, Turn:

To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together

A time of war, a time of peace
A time of love, a time of hate
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing

A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time of peace, I swear it's not too late!

This was based on Ecclesiastes 3:1-8. The author concludes that "life not centered on God is purposeless and meaningless. Without him, nothing else can satisfy . With Him, all of life and His other good gifts are to be gratefully received." (notes from the NIV study Bible.)

What will you reflect on at the end of your life? Today is Maundy Thursday, the day the Christian church recognizes as the anniversary of the last supper Jesus Christ shared with his apostles, a Passover Seder. What was He reflecting on?

I believe I know the answer. He was reflecting on you - and me - and what was to come tomorrow. Good Friday.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Day by Day

Day by day
Day by day
Oh Dear Lord
Three things I pray
To see thee more clearly
Love thee more dearly
Follow thee more nearly
Day by day

Godspell has been a fave of mine since I was a teenager. This song pretty much says it all about what I want my relationship to be with God. It is so hard! However, He honors obedience and I am going to keep on trying. I know I will stumble along the way - a lot. However, He is patient.

It was so hard to come up with a song with "d" starting the lyrics that I could use! Bless my daughter for suggesting a do a search for songs that begin with d! Clever girl.

So far so good. Day four done. How are you all doing? g

Tuesday, April 3, 2012


Time to face the strange." Okay, so I'm a David Bowie fan.! It had to come out some time.

Seems that just when I get used to something it changes; sometimes for the good and sometimes for the bad.

When we left the house this afternoon to run some errands (I love how "run errands" sounds. I first heard it when I was a child and had no idea what my friend's mother was talking about. We didn't talk like that in my house.), the lowest price of gas we saw was $3.59(9). When we returned, that gas station had gone up six cents! Why didn't we stop earlier? Coulda, shoulda, woulda - bummer. (btw, we say could have, should have, would have - I can be a grammar naz*)

There is no reason for the gas prices to be rising except for people in charge of such things listening to speculators. Insane.

A good change? Since I have been taking a spoonful of local honey each day, my allergies are not bad! The local bees use the local allergens to make the honey and it is a heck of a lot easier than allergy shots! I dare you to try it...

Another good change is that Himself finally got his hearing tested and the VA payed for his hearing aids. It is amazing the things he hasn't heard before such as the click of the mouse on his computer. The only bad thing is that he hasn't worn them in two days. ~heavy sigh~ Huh? Eh? I was enjoying not hearing those two words.

Any hoo, if we don't change I suppose we stagnate.

From what I see of this blog entry, my kids aren't the only ones with ADD. Just checking in and hoping your changes are mostly good! g

Monday, April 2, 2012

Blue, blue my world is blue...

...if you are of a certain age, you might recognize this as the opening line of the Theme From Romeo and Juliet by Henry Mancini, 1969. No nasty comments about age, please.

Well, this is the day the the world lights up blue for International Autism Awareness Day!

Just look at the places that have lit it up blue!

Why blue? I don't know. Maybe it is because autism is prevalent in boys and the founders of Autism Speaks have a grandson on the spectrum?

Whatever. My porch will be lit up tonight and the rest of the month. How about you? Will you join me?


Sunday, April 1, 2012


This is the first in my attempt to do the A to Z Blogging Challenge. Twenty-six days, twenty-six entries, one for each letter of the alphabet.

As April is Autism Awareness Month, I can see no way around starting off with an "awareness' blog.

At this point in time, I do believe that anyone who has access to communications is "aware" of the existence of autism. Overall, I find people to be quite kind when they learn my granddaughter is on the spectrum. Seems that everyone has someone they know who has been touched by this disorder.

This site,, will give you milestones your child ought to be reaching at certain ages. EARLY intervention is so very important to your child's development.

Awareness isn't just knowing that something exists; it is knowing about and dealing with the disorder as early as possible Did I say that already? I guess I really mean it!

Personally, I knew something was going on with my grandbaby before her first birthday. I still kick myself for not saying somethibng to my daughter sooner than I did. Better to be cautious than sorry.

Any questions? Looking forward to visiting and getting to know some of you. gail

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Chicken Soup for the Cold

Despite the fact I have a chronic illness (fibromyalgia), I rarely get sick. An occasional stomach or headache maybe but I haven't had the flu for maybe seventeen years.

On Wednesday, I started feeling under the weather. Thursday, I knew I was in for it. By Friday, a cold was full blown. I didn't want to talk because it caused a coughing jag.

One of the last things I wanted to hear on Thursday was, "What's for dinner?" (Can you ask who, besides Isabella, asked?) In my head I might have said, "What do you think, you idiot?" However, I had defrosted something that was easy to broil.

On Friday, leftovers were the only choice I gave.

Now Saturday, I was intrigued by a recipe for chicken soup a school mate I had caught up with on facebook offered and I was willing to work through the yuck to make it.

Roast a whole chicken at a high heat for twenty or thirty minutes to render out fat and increase flavor. Put the chicken into a pot with cold water, fresh peppercorns and dill, salt, carrots, onions and garlic. (I had to use dried peppercorns and dill and also added celery.) Simmer, I repeat simmer for several hours. I advise putting the pepper corns in cheese cloth, if at all possible, if you don't strain your soup. Straining is the norm.

This is one of the best chicken soups I have ever eaten! I confess I added a bit of boxed chicken stock because it was already open in the refrigerator and I didn't want it to spoil. Add a bit of orzo and it is so satisfying.

Now it is Sunday and I am about 57% better and I do believe I owe it all to what we call "Jewish penicillin," chicken soup! Studies have shown that it truly helps one feel better. Research it and you will see that I am right!

Isn't it wonderful that God has given us foods that help us when we are sick? Also, herbs and such to help keep us healthy?

Have a wonderful week. Blessings, g

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Silver and Gold

"Make new friends but keep the old; one is silver and the other's gold" was a song we sang at girl scout camp. Today, I got together with someone who I have known since I was twelve years old. We hadn't seen one another for probably ten years so we decided to meet up at her mom's.

We had a lovely time reminiscing and catching up. Years ago, I introduced her to the musical artist Dan Fogelberg (you might remember his songs Longer and Leader of the Band). We attended two of his concerts in the past. Today we commiserated his death a few years ago.

When I came home, I decided to work off some of my dessert on the treadmill whist listening to, and singing along with, one of Dan's albums, Twin Sons of Different Mothers, which he recorded with a flutist by the name of Tim Weisberg (The Power of Gold is one of my favorite songs on this album). Oh, how I enjoyed that album!

I decided to listen to more and saw an album by Christian artist, Michael Card (this, Joseph's Song, can bring tears to my eyes. I started listening to him when I needed an alternative to secular music and he reminded me of Dan. Wow! I was lifted up with that album. I almost fell off the treadmill because my eyes were closed and my hands were lifted!

As I explained to my friend, I find that the old, secular music tends to remind me of things from the past that I don't want to remember. There is one song that can send me into a panic attack because the memories are so vivid and hurtful that I stay away from the oldies stations.

Whatever we put into our minds, whether reading or tv or movies, stays there forever. Memories can flitter across our minds in a nanosecond and set us up for pain or happiness.

It has taken me too many years to learn this lesson. I need to weed out those shows and books and movies that are just not silver or gold.

Now, let's have some virtual coffee. To participate, simply enter your blog post URL in the linky tool below! No need to get fancy, just invite people to your blog (or chat in the comment section if you aren't a blogger) and let's get to know each other better!

This is a Blog Hop!
diane @ ginosko
Purity, Modesty, and High school Girls
Joyce - Our Week in Photos
Michelle @ My Life Through Food
Melissa @ Seven Matters
Joywriters Deadlines and Expert Advice
March to Finish " After Pics"
Kelley @ Over the Threshold: The German Journal
Jennis Seasons - staycation without the kids!
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Monday, March 5, 2012

Daybook March 5, 2012

For Today . . .

Outside my window . . . the promise of spring as evening approaches and she sun is still shining at 5:30 PM.

I am thinking . . . that some people never learn from their mistakes. Why do I bother trying to teach and yet I can't help myself.

I am thankful . . . that I listened to the Spirit's urgings and made a phone call that was received with joy. Why don't I listen more?

In the kitchen . . . the table is finally cleaned off!

I am wearing . . . a red top and olive green jeans.

I am creating . . . memories with my granddaughter. I can only hope she remembers me as I remember my beloved gram who was my best friend.

I am going . . . to hope for relief from anxiety.

I am wondering . . . how to better teach life lessons to several who will not listen.

I am reading . . . Tim Tebow's book Through My Eyes. Okay, I got it from the library but have barely cracked it open but hope to tonight.

I am hoping . . . to get some work done around here. This is a never ending theme here.

I am looking forward to . . . some time alone - PLEASE!

I am learning . . . that some things will never change and I need to let go and let God handle it.

Around the house . . . I need to get rid of anything I haven't used in the last year.

One of my favorite things . . . time spent with my BFF. It is never often enough.

A few plans for the rest of the week . . . bringing my granddaughter to visit her greatgrandmother, working out, dinner with friends.

A favorite quote for the day . . . "Peace I give you; My peace I give to you; not as the world gives you." Gospel of John

The Simple Woman's Daybook

Friday, February 10, 2012

Please Don't Use That Word

As children on the spectrum are prone to do, Isabella was having a conversation with herself. One of her comments was, "Bella, you are retarded."

When questioned about it, Bells said, "I'm sorry!" She was assured she had done nothing wrong. Questioned again, she had the same reaction and then she changed the subject.

The dreaded "r" word. I have been warning the girl, and everyone else within hearing range, to get rid of that word from their vocabularies unless used in a clinical way. Our precious children on the spectrum get called all kinds of names. When the "r" word is used to hurt, it is horrid.

Click here.

Please teach that the "r" word is not acceptable. Period.

Have a blessed weekend, g

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Friday, February 3, 2012

Daybook for February 3, 2012

The Simple Woman's Daybook

Outside my window...winter's darkness doesn't touch the cozy feeling I have in my modest home.

I am thinking...about bullies who, because they are so influential, can throw their weight around and, if they choose, destroy good people and organizations.

I am thankful...for my parents who are turning 75 and 80 in the next month. So very thankful that my baby brother and his wife flew well over one thousand miles to celebrate with us tomorrow!

In the the clean up from the cheese and mashed potato dish I made for tomorrow's feast. It is a family favorite!

I am most comfortable pajamas. Don't you just love lounging in pj's?

I am creating...a blog post!

I am reading...there is a book waiting for me at the library. Hopefully, I will be able to pick it up tomorrow morning before I leave for my folks' house which is one and a half hours away.

I am hoping...that my anxiety doesn't get the better of me before or during tomorrow's happens.

I am looking forward son making a living wage and moving out!

I am give myself a break.

Around the house...the same as usual...heavy sigh

I am fragile life is. Can I keep up this pace?

A favorite quote for today..."You're a good cooker, Booboo." (What my granddaughter says to me!

One of my favorite having my house to myself foF hours or days at a time.

A few plans for the rest of the week: family party and Superbowl spent with friends

A peek into my day...I got Isabella off to school, weighed in at Weight Watchers (gained a pound but that's okay) and became a lifetime member, visited my niece who is also my hairstylist and got a cut and color, shopped, brought my mother-in-love to the hairdresser and got myself a manicure!

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Friday, January 27, 2012

What in the World Did I Do All Day?

As expected, I didn't get a lot of comments on my last post. That is fine with me. I have to be at peace with God.

Lately, I've been wondering where time is going. I look around and see a house that needs vacuuming and dusting and straightening out in a big way and wonder why it hasn't gotten done; why I can't get it done.

As I sit here typing, I realize I could be doing the quiet parts of these tasks (Himself goes to sleep quite early because of his early shift) but here I sit watching tv and keeping up with my "social networks."

Where did I go wrong? Let's go over the events of today:

6:00 Woke up before Isabella's arrival at around 6:20. Made tea and read my Bible.

6:20 Made Bells' breakfast, prepared her snack for school and got her washed up and ready for school.

7:50 School bus arrived and I blew kisses to my little love. Instead of going back to bed, which I usually do for a few hours, I got ready for the day.

9:15 Started driving to my Weight Watchers meeting and returned the call I missed fifteen minutes earlier from my mother-in-law. Her defibrillator had gone off (for the second time in three weeks) and she needed to go to the doctor. My nephew drove her there and I skipped my meeting and took over at the doctor's office (this has become my part time job).

11:30'ish At the hospital to have the pacemaker/defibrillator "interrogated" and found that the doctors feel an increase in medication will hopefully do the trick.

12:'ish Got Mom home and made sure she ate and drank a cup of tea. All she wanted to do was sleep so I left for....

12:45'ish ...Weight Watchers weigh in...yea! All is good. 47 down and three to go.

1:00 Met a friend to pray for missionaries who are in creative access countries (countries where missionaries are not allowed)

2:00 Nap time for me.

4:40 Emerged from nap and spent time with Isabella and did absolutely nothing else of significance.

I could have gotten things done after my nap but the energy wasn't there! Even thinking of doing anything makes me cringe inside.

Maybe some day, God willing, I will be blessed with energy. What I am thankful for is the ability to be do what I CAN do.

When I had to go on disability years ago, I never thought it would be for so long. The original reasons for this are still active and have intertwined with fibromyalgia. The times I am needed the most seem to fall on my "good" days and for this I am grateful.

What's the saying, "Man plans and God laughs?" Ha! So true. I am so very blessed.

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Sunday, January 22, 2012


sanc·ti·ty   [sangk-ti-tee] Show IPA
noun, plural -ties.
holiness, saintliness, or godliness.
sacred or hallowed character: the inviolable sanctity of the temple.
a sacred thing.

Today is Sanctity of Human Life Sunday. Thirty-nine years ago abortions became the law of the land of America. Since then, more than 53,000,000 children have been denied the right to life.

Progress in pre-natal testing has made it possible to know if your unborn child has an extra chromosome (Down Syndrome)like Addison and Abby whose parents can't imagine life without them.

Before you know it, there will probably be a pre-natal test for autism. I can't imagine a world without my Isabella. Nor can Jess imagine a world without Brooke or Jeneil a world without Rhema. There are so many others I can mention who don't have blogs.

If Tim Tebow's mom had listened to the advice of her doctors to abort because her child would, if he survived, mental and physical deficiencies, we would not have the saying "Tebowing."

The womb is an "inviolable sanctuary." If not safe there, where?

No matter what the situation, unless the mom is dying right in front of the doctor, there is no legitimate reason for abortion. If you don't want your child, send him or her to me; I will either find or give them a home.

I know this is not my usual type of post but I know with everything in me it had to be said. May United States of America repent for its sins of mass murder and may God have mercy if we do.

*If you have had an abortion, I hold no ill will against you nor do I judge you. If you need to talk, I am here.

Friday, January 20, 2012


...4...5 When I was taking education courses, a wise professor taught us to count to five slowly before calling on a student to answer a question. She explained that students process differently and it takes some longer than others to come up with an answer.

This lesson has come in very handy in grandparenting (yes, I did make up that word) a child on the autism spectrum. It seems that the brain of someone with autism doesn't work in the same way as the average person's. (If you like, I can refer you to some sites for further explanation.)

In the part of the northeast that we live in, we tend to be in a rush. This makes us want answers to our questions as soon as we ask them.

"What did you have for lunch in school today. Huh? What?"

This might be asked with little pause between the three questions.

I noticed that we were doing this with Isabella. After remembering what my dear professor said, I started pausing and watching my girl. I was actually able to "see" her gears turning while she processed the question.

When Bells was in pre-k, Jordan longed for her to be able to answer that simple question about lunch. Now, she can! Sometimes the answer comes easily and other times I need to prompt her. Her progress, though, is wonderful!

Whether on the autism spectrum or not, it is kind to wait on answers from those around us.

So, too, is it wise to wait before answering questions. I tend to suffer from "foot in mouth disease" because of some of my "unfiltered" comments.

The weekend is here and we are anticipating snow. I think I will sleep through it. What are you up to? g

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Thursday, January 5, 2012


From: The Simple Woman's Daybook


Outside my window...the darkness and relative quiet of 11:00 PM...a time I cherish in its peacefullness.

I am thinking...about what it will take to sleep without the interuptions of memories.

I am thankful...for my family's health and love.

In the kitchen...the dishes are washed and the floor awaits deep cleaning!

I am comfy plaid pajamas my mother-in-love gave me for Christmas.

I am creating...a memory on my blog page...then scarves for Special Olympics.

I am a reunion of the girls' chorus I was in in high school - hooray!

I am wondering...why some memories won't stay in the past.

I am reading...John Sanford's latest, Shock Wave.

I am mother-in-love's health improves.

I am looking forward to...may parents' birthday party in February (75 and 80)!

I am learning...patience...the hard way.

Around the house...I see a disaster zone which needs addressing desperately.

I am to keep up with the visits I need to make to the sick.

A favorite quote for today...‎"These are the days when the Christian is expected to praise every creed except his own." —G.K. Chesterton

One of my favorite things...being alone in a quiet house.

A few plans for the rest of the week: My reunion, Weight Watchers meeting, doctors appts.

A peek into my day...get Isabella ready for school, get myself ready for the day, try to keep up.