http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t_xqI8NSlkA
I have my mind wrapped around three people in my life and the people directly involved with those three people.
The first person is a young husband and father of two, who is fighting for his life. Only a little over a week ago, he was relatively healthy, and doing his best to get very fit. Now, he will have to be in the hospital for a few weeks and has to be off work for a few months to finish his treatments. I want to help him and his family anyway I can. He is a very strong man, and his wife is a very strong woman, but I can only imagine that there is a breaking point. I want to help, but I'm helpless.
The second person is a child who is very ill. This child is in the hospital and has been suffering, but tonight seems to be resting a little better. Again, I wish I could help, but this one brings back some very tough memories. Therefore, I shall never visit this child in the hospital, but I will provide any help I can to the family.
The third person is involved in a relationship with someone who is mentally ill. and does not seem to want to get better. This is a tough one. If this person was physically ill, every one would take pity. Why? I guess because we call all relate to physical illness, but not mental. To this person, I want to say that I know it has to be tough, but you are doing a great job. Continue to put every effort into making it work. Even when you feel like giving up, don't. You may have to try for a long time, and it may not work, but you have to try. Although I wish I could help you, you know I can't.
My prayers for all of these people. That I can do.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Boys in the trees.
If any of you read this junk I write, you might have caught on that I title my blogs after songs. This one is titled after a Carly Simon tune. It's a great listen, so, I thought I would include a link http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zCPkhYKQDTI. Now, onto my content.
I have reconnected with a friend I never got over losing. We have been apart for almost 5 years. We have both had some major changes in our life, made some decisions, that in the past we would have discussed at length with each other. With every thing that has happened to us both, we may never catch up. I guess we don't have to, as we both seem satisfied skimming over the details, giving each other the "made for TV version" as opposed to the "feature length film" of what has gone down.
The point being is that I have really missed him and never stopped thinking of the good times we had. So, why did we ever let this happen? It took some thought to remember, and when I remembered, it seemed so petty. Most every time, when friends bickers, it's petty. I'm glad that he walked back into my life. My plans are for him to stay and I hope his are the same.
My wonderful husband and I spent a couple of nights in Chicago this last weekend. We were guests of my friend and his partner in their lovely home. It was 6 star Hotel, that came complete with a fun dog and cat. On Friday night, we enjoyed the Fountainhead Pub, and several "Half Acres" between the four of us, plus a delish meal. Beautiful November night, so we walked to and from the pub. I was a self appointed designated walker, so I kept everyone in check.
On Saturday morning, when hubby was packing the last of the luggage into the car, I came down the front steps, but missed the last one. This propelled me forward a high rate of speed. Ok, it seemed like it was a high rate of speed at the time. Anyway, I panicked, afraid I was going to fall into the street and get hit by the continuous traffic, so.....I headed for a little tree to break my speed. It worked. Husband looked up just in time to see all of the leaves shaking off the tree. Even a little tree hurts when you slam your body into it. ( Insert thoughts of Sonny Bono here) So, now I'm crippled a bit on the right and have some new beautiful veins that have popped out where the tree and calf met. But all is good, and all is healing. Feeling stronger every day....lol, since this happened in Chicago, I will finish this blog with one more little link with a perfect song. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e-wHixgp2RE
I have reconnected with a friend I never got over losing. We have been apart for almost 5 years. We have both had some major changes in our life, made some decisions, that in the past we would have discussed at length with each other. With every thing that has happened to us both, we may never catch up. I guess we don't have to, as we both seem satisfied skimming over the details, giving each other the "made for TV version" as opposed to the "feature length film" of what has gone down.
The point being is that I have really missed him and never stopped thinking of the good times we had. So, why did we ever let this happen? It took some thought to remember, and when I remembered, it seemed so petty. Most every time, when friends bickers, it's petty. I'm glad that he walked back into my life. My plans are for him to stay and I hope his are the same.
My wonderful husband and I spent a couple of nights in Chicago this last weekend. We were guests of my friend and his partner in their lovely home. It was 6 star Hotel, that came complete with a fun dog and cat. On Friday night, we enjoyed the Fountainhead Pub, and several "Half Acres" between the four of us, plus a delish meal. Beautiful November night, so we walked to and from the pub. I was a self appointed designated walker, so I kept everyone in check.
On Saturday morning, when hubby was packing the last of the luggage into the car, I came down the front steps, but missed the last one. This propelled me forward a high rate of speed. Ok, it seemed like it was a high rate of speed at the time. Anyway, I panicked, afraid I was going to fall into the street and get hit by the continuous traffic, so.....I headed for a little tree to break my speed. It worked. Husband looked up just in time to see all of the leaves shaking off the tree. Even a little tree hurts when you slam your body into it. ( Insert thoughts of Sonny Bono here) So, now I'm crippled a bit on the right and have some new beautiful veins that have popped out where the tree and calf met. But all is good, and all is healing. Feeling stronger every day....lol, since this happened in Chicago, I will finish this blog with one more little link with a perfect song. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e-wHixgp2RE
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Have a Heart
It's been a good day. But most are.
Heard from Charlie, he can make it to the Tamale Supper on the 30th, and since I miss him like a Sister misses her brother, that made me very happy. Also The Pappy, as my grandsons call my husband had the day off, and we were able to have a late lunch together after I taught my class......Yeah, about that class...
American Heart Association released the new guidelines for performing CPR on Monday without telling their instructors what to do. I phoned our training center all day on Monday, and there was no one their to answer my questions. The voice mail for the training center was not working. Meanwhile, Good Morning America, The Today Show, Fox in the Morning, CNN and every news media had received a release. I was spending every minute on the net, reading all articles, and also searching the Instructor's Network of the AHA for some answers. I was very clear on the method for the untrained rescuer, and for the lay person. What had me stumped, was how to proceed with the healthcare provider CPR. I could find no information. I was stressing.
Lucky for me, I didn't have any healthcare provider courses scheduled before this morning. While waiting for the small class of three to arrive I signed onto the American Heart Association's and there was the information I really needed to teach my class that was beginning in 30 minutes. I was able to do a quick study. When my students arrived, I had the new information printed for them, and told them they were my practice class. They seemed to like that idea. Everything went very good, and we had a good class.
I knew the AHA was changing the guidelines, but I didn't think it was happening until the meeting on November 12 in Chicago. Maybe I'm a crybaby, ok, I am a crybaby, but don't you think the Instructors should have know this was changing? When I did reach someone at my Training Center on the local level, I was read a note by the clerk that said to continue teaching without the updates. She said we (the AHA instructors) would receive updates in the next two months via the training center here, and until that time we were continue to teach without the updates, and allow the updates to go in effect at the first of the year.
Oh yeah? Then why? Why? Why, did AHA put out a press release on October 18? There is no way, I could not inform my students about the updates. I would feel so guilty. Instead, I'm just honest, and we will go over it with the updates.
Here's the bad part. I can either hang around and wait for my local training center to update me, which might be January or on November 12 drive to Chicago and for a mere $245 for the day, learn from the people who made the updates. If I do the Chicago thing, I will be among the first group of instructors with the new updates. I can probably buy my new video at that time, and there goes another $200. Not as bad as I'm making it sound. Who wants to go to Chicago with me? I'm hoping The Pappy does.
Had a great week last week. Grandsons were here on fall break. Toward the end of the week, I got this knot in the corner of my eye and my whole eye and nose swelled. Went to the eye Doc, and it was a stye. Just today have I felt good, and I still get a little tired. Therefore, the last two days of vacation with the grandsons, I didn't get to do what I wanted. But we did lot of things before it happened. We were in the Halloween Parade, went to a party at the Waterfront that the fire department was having, a chili cookoff at Phonix Hill, went to the Garvin Gate Blues Festival, ate out at Mark's Feed store and got Danny Mac's pizza, stayed all night at the Horseshoe Hotel where they swam in the pool, went shopping at Tuesday Morning and Target, and had several bingo games complete with prizes. All and all, it was a wonderful week and I can never get enough of them.
Heard from Charlie, he can make it to the Tamale Supper on the 30th, and since I miss him like a Sister misses her brother, that made me very happy. Also The Pappy, as my grandsons call my husband had the day off, and we were able to have a late lunch together after I taught my class......Yeah, about that class...
American Heart Association released the new guidelines for performing CPR on Monday without telling their instructors what to do. I phoned our training center all day on Monday, and there was no one their to answer my questions. The voice mail for the training center was not working. Meanwhile, Good Morning America, The Today Show, Fox in the Morning, CNN and every news media had received a release. I was spending every minute on the net, reading all articles, and also searching the Instructor's Network of the AHA for some answers. I was very clear on the method for the untrained rescuer, and for the lay person. What had me stumped, was how to proceed with the healthcare provider CPR. I could find no information. I was stressing.
Lucky for me, I didn't have any healthcare provider courses scheduled before this morning. While waiting for the small class of three to arrive I signed onto the American Heart Association's and there was the information I really needed to teach my class that was beginning in 30 minutes. I was able to do a quick study. When my students arrived, I had the new information printed for them, and told them they were my practice class. They seemed to like that idea. Everything went very good, and we had a good class.
I knew the AHA was changing the guidelines, but I didn't think it was happening until the meeting on November 12 in Chicago. Maybe I'm a crybaby, ok, I am a crybaby, but don't you think the Instructors should have know this was changing? When I did reach someone at my Training Center on the local level, I was read a note by the clerk that said to continue teaching without the updates. She said we (the AHA instructors) would receive updates in the next two months via the training center here, and until that time we were continue to teach without the updates, and allow the updates to go in effect at the first of the year.
Oh yeah? Then why? Why? Why, did AHA put out a press release on October 18? There is no way, I could not inform my students about the updates. I would feel so guilty. Instead, I'm just honest, and we will go over it with the updates.
Here's the bad part. I can either hang around and wait for my local training center to update me, which might be January or on November 12 drive to Chicago and for a mere $245 for the day, learn from the people who made the updates. If I do the Chicago thing, I will be among the first group of instructors with the new updates. I can probably buy my new video at that time, and there goes another $200. Not as bad as I'm making it sound. Who wants to go to Chicago with me? I'm hoping The Pappy does.
Had a great week last week. Grandsons were here on fall break. Toward the end of the week, I got this knot in the corner of my eye and my whole eye and nose swelled. Went to the eye Doc, and it was a stye. Just today have I felt good, and I still get a little tired. Therefore, the last two days of vacation with the grandsons, I didn't get to do what I wanted. But we did lot of things before it happened. We were in the Halloween Parade, went to a party at the Waterfront that the fire department was having, a chili cookoff at Phonix Hill, went to the Garvin Gate Blues Festival, ate out at Mark's Feed store and got Danny Mac's pizza, stayed all night at the Horseshoe Hotel where they swam in the pool, went shopping at Tuesday Morning and Target, and had several bingo games complete with prizes. All and all, it was a wonderful week and I can never get enough of them.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Monday, Monday
Beautiful day in a beautiful city, even on Monday.
I woke up early, after a fitful night of sleep. Wishing the lonely feelings would lift for a little while. Sometimes, the feelings do lift, but only for short periods. The plus side is I have learned to deal with it all very effectively.
Now that I'm 50, I have started feeling kind of grown up, and I'm very happy with that fact. Also, I'm very happy with my decision to start a blog.
For years, I have kept journals and journals, all the time, worrying about what I was writing. Would someone think my stories were about them when they were not? (that happened with a snooping ex who read uninvited) Could feelings be hurt? Will people make fun of my fiction? My grammar? My views?......I now know the answer to all of these questions are "Yes".
Now comes the disclaimer of sorts. The surgeon general states "You should only read this blog with respect to the Blogger." Translation: This one's for me.
I want my Mommy! That feeling never stops. Lost her when I was 25 and preg with Jordan. She was only 51. I hate, hate, hate hearing people complain about their mother. I hate watching children disrespect their mothers. I interfere too much because of this. Correcting children that are not mine, admonishing friends and co workers when they say less than kind things about their mother. Is this my business? Of course it is not. Still......
Family situations, in my world are dicey. Although the death of my mother played the major role in the distant placed between us all, the study of the history of my family shows in may be in the DNA. Sometimes, I think we each think the other thinks we are inadequate. I know I always feel as though I have disappointed them, and never made them proud of me. I always feel as though I have something to make up for, but I'm never really clear on what that is.
I love my life, even when it gets hard to breathe. We all have adjustments to make as time goes on, and I have become very accustom to adjusting.
My mind runs all the time, and I'm constantly thinking. Very seldom am I just idling, but I really enjoy it when I am able.
I use to consider myself a Christian, and I would like to keep that title. I pray daily and often. I use to attend church, but stopped going when my uncle was not allowed to become a Deacon because his wife, my aunt, had been married before. 25 years before. For some reason the church considered him unworthy.
He is one of the most righteous men I have ever met. I stopped going there after that. Some months later, they voted to take me off the church rolls because I had missed too much. Sent my uncle, the same man who couldn't be a deacon, to tell me. Amazing, but fine by me.
Still, I have considered myself a Christian. I have tried to be Christ like. My entire career has been devoted to helping and healing. Although I do not attend church I still tithe and offer what I can to the people I meet that need help. I am not perfect. I am a sinner, and for that I always seek forgiveness. I try for the Golden Rule, but realize that most times I will fall short. I believe the 10 commandments are more than just suggestions. I like this method, and want to keep trying.
Then, I encounter some "real" Christians. The ones who go to church, insert "In Jesus's name" into everything, but haven't a clue to how to treat their fellow man. Can't these Christians go to church and listen to the message? And after listening to the message, shouldn't they at least be happy? Why are you busy judging me? My clothes, my car, whatever... Are you doing unto me as you would have me do unto you? Really think about that for awhile. Proclaiming to be a Christian while openly treating others badly, does not make a strong point for Christ. You may be the face your church does not want to show.
All that being said, I seriously do consider myself a Christian. I am a missionary in my own right, and very thankful for the multitude of blessings that has been my life.
I woke up early, after a fitful night of sleep. Wishing the lonely feelings would lift for a little while. Sometimes, the feelings do lift, but only for short periods. The plus side is I have learned to deal with it all very effectively.
Now that I'm 50, I have started feeling kind of grown up, and I'm very happy with that fact. Also, I'm very happy with my decision to start a blog.
For years, I have kept journals and journals, all the time, worrying about what I was writing. Would someone think my stories were about them when they were not? (that happened with a snooping ex who read uninvited) Could feelings be hurt? Will people make fun of my fiction? My grammar? My views?......I now know the answer to all of these questions are "Yes".
Now comes the disclaimer of sorts. The surgeon general states "You should only read this blog with respect to the Blogger." Translation: This one's for me.
I want my Mommy! That feeling never stops. Lost her when I was 25 and preg with Jordan. She was only 51. I hate, hate, hate hearing people complain about their mother. I hate watching children disrespect their mothers. I interfere too much because of this. Correcting children that are not mine, admonishing friends and co workers when they say less than kind things about their mother. Is this my business? Of course it is not. Still......
Family situations, in my world are dicey. Although the death of my mother played the major role in the distant placed between us all, the study of the history of my family shows in may be in the DNA. Sometimes, I think we each think the other thinks we are inadequate. I know I always feel as though I have disappointed them, and never made them proud of me. I always feel as though I have something to make up for, but I'm never really clear on what that is.
I love my life, even when it gets hard to breathe. We all have adjustments to make as time goes on, and I have become very accustom to adjusting.
My mind runs all the time, and I'm constantly thinking. Very seldom am I just idling, but I really enjoy it when I am able.
I use to consider myself a Christian, and I would like to keep that title. I pray daily and often. I use to attend church, but stopped going when my uncle was not allowed to become a Deacon because his wife, my aunt, had been married before. 25 years before. For some reason the church considered him unworthy.
He is one of the most righteous men I have ever met. I stopped going there after that. Some months later, they voted to take me off the church rolls because I had missed too much. Sent my uncle, the same man who couldn't be a deacon, to tell me. Amazing, but fine by me.
Still, I have considered myself a Christian. I have tried to be Christ like. My entire career has been devoted to helping and healing. Although I do not attend church I still tithe and offer what I can to the people I meet that need help. I am not perfect. I am a sinner, and for that I always seek forgiveness. I try for the Golden Rule, but realize that most times I will fall short. I believe the 10 commandments are more than just suggestions. I like this method, and want to keep trying.
Then, I encounter some "real" Christians. The ones who go to church, insert "In Jesus's name" into everything, but haven't a clue to how to treat their fellow man. Can't these Christians go to church and listen to the message? And after listening to the message, shouldn't they at least be happy? Why are you busy judging me? My clothes, my car, whatever... Are you doing unto me as you would have me do unto you? Really think about that for awhile. Proclaiming to be a Christian while openly treating others badly, does not make a strong point for Christ. You may be the face your church does not want to show.
All that being said, I seriously do consider myself a Christian. I am a missionary in my own right, and very thankful for the multitude of blessings that has been my life.
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