because some secrets refuse to remain hidden…
I purchased this artwork from Ella, my neighbor two doors down. She and her friend set up a roadside gallery and how could I resist original art for a quarter?
I love this piece. Spring is Hear. A spelling error making a perfectly profound statement. I live in Montana, where Winter means Continue reading
It’s that time again.
Time to start. Time to quit. Time to be better, time to do better. Time to laugh more, eat less, save more and quit kicking the dog.
It’s time to forgive ourselves for not meeting all our resolutions from last year. Time to take a priority stock and formulate a new and improved plan.
Remember the little foil stars you got in school for meeting goals? Those stars motivated me. I am visually oriented in that way. I like to see my progress. When writing a novel I make a chart for my word count that I color in as I go. My To-Do list has little boxes to check off, too. I figure it worked in the first grade, so why not try this strategy again? Continue reading
Several years ago my husband came home from work with the ornament he won in a white elephant exchange. He was so pleased. He had the highest number so had his pick of all the ornaments. I was collecting stars at the time and was excited to add to my collection. Was is shimmery gold or intricately beaded? Whimsical or exquisite? Perhaps handmade?
Well, it wasn’t a star at all. It was a fish. And a pinecone. A pinecone fish with oak leaf fins. Oh, and glitter. It was, and continues to be, hideous. Continue reading
If you’re looking for post Thanksgiving turkey recipes – sorry. This is about the other kind of cold turkey, the one associated with pain, suffering and depravity rather than variations on white bread sandwiches to pack for lunch. This is my last day of drinking coffee.
There are pros and cons for the daily brew. It increases your blood pressure but it reduces your chance of developing Parkinson’s disease. It makes your breath smell bad but you get that needed productivity boost. A 16 oz.-nonfat-double shot-2 pump Pumpkin Spice-hold the whipped cream latte is heavenly on a chilly fall morning but who can drink just one?
I’ve reduced my consumption and even quit at various times in my life, usually associated with January 1rst. But sifting through the research I can’t find any overwhelming factors that convince me I really need to give it up for health reasons, so I get back into the routine. What can I say? I love the stuff.
This time I am giving it up for health reasons – just not my own. Instead of the $40 a month I spend on lattes and home brews I decided to use the funds to sponsor a 5 year old girl in Nicaragua. (Compassion.com). The monthly support will help little Ruth receive health care, nutritional counseling and a Christian education. My lattes will reduce her risk of being caught up in the ever-growing slave trade.
So today I sip my last cup and start prayin’ for God to keep me from acts of violence as I withdraw. I have the Advil ready, and the nap blanket, and a picture of Ruth taped to the coffee pot. If this is my last post, you’ll know my brain ceased all activity. Otherwise I’ll keep you posted…