Are you a dim bulb?

Dim Bulb…it was a cut, a slight, a disparaging remark to insult someone if you called them a dim bulb.

I realized why we couldn’t see well to read at the kitchen table.

Not only were two burnt out, but two more were quite dim.  Can you see the reflection in the bulb?

Darn you dim bulb.

Today I’m grateful for light, and the ability to have more light for the Holidays.  

Oh, and tall, handsome sons to reach things too tall for the mama.  That’s awesome.

I Blinked Again

Just a blink ago it was Monday.

I think I need to stop blinking, cause the weeks are going way too fast.

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Happy Friday all!  I hope your weekend is Fabulous.

Today I am so grateful for my family.  My oldest son is coming home tomorrow, and we will have everyone in the house for a week.  It will be a great Thanksgiving week.

We did a dry run on our Turkeys last weekend, so guess who is adding Ham to the menu this year?  I’m grateful for the option to add a little Ham to our Thanksgiving menu.  After all, I’m cooking, I should get a little bit of they say over what I’m putting on the table.  Just saying.

For all my American compatriots, if you are traveling for the Holiday, be safe, enjoy, and I hope you have a wonderful time.


What I find most interesting in life is the people that complain and rage exhibit the same behavior that they rage about.

If we get back to core values, and are true to ourselves we can walk with more integrity.

Is anything more humbling than truth?  When you get upset and want to complain….then you catch the words before they spill from your lips…..yea, I do that.  Maybe I should shut up.

Strength against Gravity

Heading home Sunday night, I saw a beautiful, brilliant red sunset……then I turned and saw the Super Moon coming up.

I was so thankful we were coming home on the back roads.  Through Schulenberg, (Home of the Painted Churches.  The few Frescos in Texas),  La Grange…yes, that La Grange where China Grove fans love, Fayetteville (home of the tiny painted houses), Bellville (Some of the best German Meat Markets and bakeries), and finally through Waller County and onward home.  I could never find the nerve to buy any property in Waller county.  Something about the name, I guess.

So here’s the first glimpse I had of the Super Moon.

I find myself in deep quandary again.

Something about my recent job that has thrown my balance off, and now I’m readjusting, or just maybe reacting to the Super Moon.  It’s supposed to be in Taurus, so whatever that might mean.

I’m not a moon worshiper by any stretch of the imagination.  My Logical brain says to me that any created object that can influence millions of gallons of water on our planet has to have an affect on the body.

This moon, has me grumpy, tired, ready to howl or just gore someone with my May baby horns.  Or super Menopausal PMS, or something.  This is not a good moon for me.  In light of that I will turn to the One who is good for me, pray, and breathe, and hope all will be well.  Maybe the fact that the last time the Moon was almost this close I lost a baby has me nostalgic.  That was February of 1993.  My OB told me he had a record number of miscarriages that month.  This moon is closer.  So my prayer is for strength against gravity.

Wherever you are, this moon is an event.  Something that hasn’t happened in 68 years.  But it is just a moon, whatever that might mean to you.

So if you find yourself grumpy, or ready to howl, breathe in some peace.  This moon will pass.  It’s part of nature that ebbs and flows like the tide.  So if you will have some patience, everything will return to normal.  Don’t get drawn out of your peace by something temporary.

Cheers to a great week

It’s Friday again.  I blink and my week has gone.

So I thought I would take a few minutes and be grateful.

I’m grateful the election is over.

I’m grateful that the common ‘talking point’ on Wednesday from Clinton and Obama was a “Peaceful transition of Power”.  I don’t think I could take more of the contention, lies, and outright BS of the political process.

I’m grateful that after all the miles driven in the last 10 days, I could indulge in a massage. I hadn’t seen my massage therapist in a year.  We hugged and laughed and caught up.  She’s such a lovely person.

I’m grateful that I got an opportunity to actually cook dinner for my family last night, and we could sit down and chat.

I’m so grateful for our Veterans.  Thank you all for your service, and the sacrifice that your families make to keep our nation safe.

Thank you Hillsdale College for putting this together.  Thanks for all your great free classes on the US Constitution too!  I bet your students don’t need therapy dogs, grief counselors, or play dough this week to help them get through the election results.


Rainy Conventions and lights in the trees

A few productive days in Dallas, Tx.  Our convention was in a suburb a little north of the City called Plano.  A bad attempt at speaking Spanish by the settlers in the area, so we were taught in our Texas History class.  A little burb where I went to High School many moons ago.

I got to wander around between sessions, and raindrops. It was really pretty with the wet streets and grey skies.  

I’m so grateful the election is over.  It will be interesting to see where we go from here?  Will the “swamp get drained?”  What will those first 100 days look like with a Republican sweep?  Are the establishment “Never Trumpers” shaking in their shiny oxfords?  

I’m also very grateful to be fully occupied with business since Sunday night, and not watching the silly news.

Sunday funny

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I’m plinking away on Pinterest this morning, chatting with my son and I saw this.  It struck me so funny, that I had to share it.

It’s going to be a great day.  I love when Sunday starts with a laugh.


It’s amazing how the common term in most advertising is “it’s good for you” or “it’s bad for you”. 

Industries have risen and fallen on “what’s good for you”  “what’s bad for you”.

Governments now decide what is “good for you” or “bad for you”.

If someone else has control of deciding “what’s good for you”. You might reconsider allowing them control.