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‘Everybody Hurts’ (Corrs Unplugged)

I love this beautiful song…my blogging friend, Shadowlands, had a link to it posted on her blog. I am posting it on mine in memory of Shadowland’s dear husband, who lost his battle with cancer yesterday morning and is now in the arms of Jesus with a new body that is free from cancer and pain.

Shadowlands, I know you’re hurting right now and there is so little that anyone can do to ease your sorrow. Please know that your friends are here for you, loving you and praying for you.

 

 

I don’t know about you, but I love roses! I love the entire rainbow of colors that they come in, I love the romantic feelings they evoke and I love their sweet fragrance.

Below are some rose photos that I’ve taken over the past couple of years.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I love the way the yellow centers of these roses fades into a lovely peachy/pink color.

This hot pink beauty and the peach roses above were grown by my brother-in-law. I shot these pix on Easter in 2006.

The beautiful rose below was taken in Prescott when I went up to shoot some cover photos of a hotel for the quarterly publication that our company puts out.

The roses below were from a bouquet that a friend received when I was still working at IBM. I don’t believe I’ve ever seen a more perfect rose than the yellow one.

This morning I was looking at my email and ran across this article by Dave Ramsey. I will let the article speak for itself. Suffice it to say, I agree completely with Dave’s opinion on this subject.

Lynda

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Butt Scratching and Bass Fishing

by Dave Ramsey

 

A couple of weeks ago, I worked late like I sometimes need to do to run my business. It was a nice Tennessee summer evening, and I was enjoying the drive home. About 7:30, as I pulled to a stop light a few blocks from my office, I noticed a light on in the corner office of a friend’s office building. Through the twilight I could make out my friend’s silhouette as he bent over his desk. Being a fellow entrepreneur, I knew what he was doing.

 

He was pouring over some receivables. Some turkey hadn’t paid him, and he was trying to make his accounts balance so he would have the cash to make it another day. In that instant, I had a flashback to some of the ridiculous statements I’ve been hearing on the talking-head news channels and from some individuals during this political year. And I’ll be honest—I instantly felt the heat of anger flow through my body.

 

Let me tell you why. You see, my friend who I saw working late—we’ll call him Henry—is a great guy. He’s what you want your son to grow up to be. He loves God, his country, his wife, and his kids. He didn’t have the academic advantage of attending a big-name university. Instead, he started installing heating and air systems as a grunt laborer after he graduated from high school. He was and is a very hard and diligent worker, and before long, the boss taught him the trade. But when he was 24, after 6 years of service, the company he was working for got into financial trouble and laid him off.

 

Henry still had his tools, so he bought an old pickup to haul around his materials and tools, and suddenly he was in business. He knew about heating and air-conditioning, but not about business, so he made a lot of mistakes.

 

He persisted. He took accounting and management at the community college to learn about business. He started reading books on business, HVAC, marriage, kids, God, and anything else someone he respected recommended. Today he is one of the best-read men I know. Soon, because of his fabulous service and fair prices, he developed a great reputation, and his little business began to grow.

 

Henry started 15 years ago, and now he has 17 employees whose families are fed because he does a great job. He is in church on Sunday and seldom misses his kids’ Little League games. Sometimes he has to miss a game because some poor soul has their AC go out in the 96-degree Tennessee summer heat, but Henry makes sure they are served. He is, by all standards, a good man. He is, by all standards, what makes America great.

 

Henry and I are friends, and so he asked me some financial questions last year. I learned in the process that his personal taxable income last year was $328,000. I smiled with pride for this 70-hour a week guy because he is living the dream.

 

At the stop light that evening, I also thought of another guy I know—and that is where the anger flash came from. We will call him John. While John does not have the same drive Henry has, I can say that he, too, is a good man.

 

John also graduated from high school and did not attend a big-name university. He went to work at a local factory 15 years ago. When 5:00pm comes around, John has probably already made it to his car in the parking lot. He comes in 5 minutes late, takes frequent breaks, and leaves 5 minutes early. However, to his credit, he is steady and works hard.

 

Over the years, due to his steadiness and seniority, he has worked his way up to about $75,000 per year in that same factory. He seldom misses his kid’s ballgames, but most nights you will find him in front of the TV where he has become an expert on “American Idol,” “The Biggest Loser,” and who got thrown off the island. When he is not in front of the TV, he spends a LOT of time and money bass fishing on our local lake. He never works over 40 hours a week and hasn’t read a non-fiction book since high school.

 

This is America, and there is nothing wrong with either set of choices. Nothing wrong, that is, until the politicians and socialists get involved.

 

I have seen several elitist people on the talking-head channels make the statement lately that people making over $250,000 per year have a “moral imperative” to pay more in taxes to take care of the country’s problems. This is not only infuriating—it is economically, spiritually, and morally crazy!

 

Where in the world do these twits get off saying that Henry should be punished for his diligence? If you are John, where do you get off trying to take Henry’s hard-earned money away from him in the name of your misguided “fairness”? If you want to sit on the lake, drink beer, scratch your butt, and bass fish, that is perfectly fine with me. I am not against any of those activities and have engaged in some of them myself at one time or another. But you HAVE NO RIGHT to talk about “moral imperatives” about what other people have earned due to their diligence. That money is not yours! You want some money? Go earn some! Get up, leave the cave, kill something, and drag it home.

 

We are in a dangerous place in our country today. A segment of our population has decided that it is the government’s job to provide all of their protection, provision, and prosperity. This segment has figured out that government doesn’t have the money to give them everything they want, so somebody else has to pay for it. That is how the “politics of envy” was born. “Tax the rich” has become the mantra of the left, and this political season it has been falsely dubbed a “moral imperative.”

 

Ninety percent of America’s millionaires are first-generation rich. They are Henry. To tax them because you think it is a “moral imperative” is legalizing governmental theft from our brightest, most charitable, and most productive citizens.

 

If I can get a law passed that says you must surrender all your cars to the government because it is the “moral imperative” of anyone who owns cars to support the latest governmental program, that would be a violation of private property rights and simply morally wrong. This new “moral imperative” to redistribute wealth is no different from that. It’s the SAME THING!

 

Please, America, re-think the politics of envy! You are sowing the seeds of our destruction when you punish the Henrys of our culture.

 

If you think taxing the populace to support government programs is the best way—and I don’t—then at least tax every single person the same! There are very few Henrys out here who would squawk much about paying a set percentage of their income—if everyone else did, too. But this idea of some buttscratching bass fisherman saying government should tax his neighbor and not him—just because his neighbor has succeeded—must stop.

 

So the next time an elitist media talking-head starts telling you it is the moral imperative of our culture to tax my friend Henry, change the channel.

 

The next time you see someone wealthy who feels guilty and is preaching the politics of envy, change the channel.

 

The next time you see some celebrity who feels guilt over their income preaching socialism, change the channel.

 

And the next time you run into a misguided, butt-scratching bass fisherman who says the evil rich people in our culture should have their private property confiscated because that is fair… well just shake your head walk away—and make sure to vote against his candidate. If he and his type win, God help America.

 

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A Great Perspective!

“The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work.”
- Emile Zola (1840-1902)
“I find that the harder I work, the more luck I seem to have.”
- Thomas Jefferson (1743-1826)
“Whether you think that you can, or that you can’t, you are usually right.”
- Henry Ford (1863-1947)

“Blessed is the man, who having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact.”

- George Eliot (1819-1880)

Lions and Lambs

“It is better to live one day as a lion, than a thousand days as a lamb.”

- Roman proverb

Lions and lambs - have you ever thought about them? Have you thoroughly considered the life each one leads?

The Lion is a leader, the King of the Jungle, a cunning and fierce warrior. He is the protector and the keeper of his domain. The Lion bravely protects its family (pride) from intruders and the lioness is a mighty hunter. He is loyal to himself AND his family. He doesn’t have to separate the two.

The Lamb, is a follower, content to be fed by its master, protected and kept safe from harm by those who watch over it. It has never had an original idea, or thought. Sure, it’s sweet, and cute…but it is also pretty helpless. It does what it is told, and its life isn’t bad…but it’s always the same.

Many times in my life I’ve been like the lamb. Emotionally waiting for someone else to care for me, because I sure didn’t care about myself. Lying down and giving up my own thoughts, dreams and ideas in hopes that in so doing I could gain the approval of those who I considered stronger, wiser and better suited to take on the challenges of the lion.

I was a doormat. Not only to my husband, but to my kids, my family, my friends and my church family. If someone said , “JUMP!” I’d say, “How high?” If they would tell me what they wanted I would move Heaven and Earth to get it for them. But I didn’t take care of myself, nor did I think would be okay to do so. I was lost to me. And lost is a bad, bad place to be.

I’m trying out the Lion’s role more now. I’m still a little tentative at times, but it’s getting easier. I have given myself permission to take care of me without feeling guilty! I go to the doctor when I need to, get massages, buy nice clothes and get my hair cut and styled regularly. I take the time to do things I enjoy, like photography, attending baseball games and reading good books.  I’ve mustered up the courage to do things I never thought I’d be able to do, like writing and posting my own photos on a blog for anyone and everyone to critique. When I see something that I want (education, better health, etc.) I go and get it (plan, work, save, expect). Life is to be lived and enjoyed. And it’s about making a difference in this world.

While I believe that a well rounded  life is a complimentary mix of both lion and lamb days, the lion days are delightful whereas the lamb days feel more like merely existing.

Excuses, excuses!

“A man who wants something will find a way; a man who doesn’t will find an excuse.”

I have made a lot of excuses for myself in the past. Excuses for my behavior, excuses for my actions or inactions, excuses for my weight, excuses for my lack of fitness, excuses for not getting out and taking photos like I want to…

When I ran across the quote at the top of this post I thought about my life and the excuses I’ve made for not achieving my “wants”.

I want to lose weight, but it’s too hard to give up the things I like to eat.

I want to be healthier, but I hate to walk in the Arizona heat (or the Colorado cold, or the Wyoming winters)

I wish I had a college degree, but I didn’t know how to pay for it so I got married at 18 and had kids soon afterwards. And even now that I’m an adult, it costs a lot of money to go to school! But I sure wish I had that degree.

I would exercise more if I had a gym membership, but they’re so expensive!

I would take a picture of that _____________ but I forgot to bring my camera!!

I wish I had read that book, but I just didn’t have time.

And the list goes on and on…

I think it’s time I quit making excuses and start doing the things I want to do.

I think it’s time for me to stop whining about what I miss out on eating and enjoy what I can eat that is good for me and still tastes good. So what if I can’t have ice cream, candy or a whole bag of chips every day! I can have seafood, fruit and an occasional treat. I can eat salads and learn creative ways to make them interesting and fun. I can learn new ways to prepare chicken and lean beef. I can eat more asparagus (I LOVE asparagus) and plums.

I just got a e-gift card to Amazon from my stepsons and their mom (Thanks T!) and instead of buying books (I’m so addicted to books!) I bought an exercise ball and some exercise bands and tubes for creating a comfortable, yet inexpensive, workout routine in my home. I also have a new book (just had to have this one) called Pain Free by Pete Egoscue and have been checking out his method of living pain free. I’ve heard really good things about this book and the Egoscue Method and, having read the first three chapters, I think it sounds doable. I hope to try this consistently for a few months and let you know how I feel about it then!

 I think I’m also going to sign up for at least one class at the community college. Maybe it isn’t a degree, but learning doesn’t have to stop just because I’m not in a degree program right now. There are many things I’m interested in and I’ve always LOVED school! The tuition at the community college level in Arizona is way cheap, so I have no excuses for not signing up. There’s one class on Web Page Development that sounds interesting and an Introduction to Psychology class that I think I would enjoy. I’m also interested in taking a photography class or a Photoshop class. So we’ll see what happens.

I am going to compose a list of books that I currently own, but haven’t read, and then read them and write a short review on each one, possibly on a new page on my blog. I love to read, and keep buying books at yard sales and on eBay and at book stores and at Costco…..you get the idea. But I haven’t read half the books I own! So I’m going to quit making excuses for not reading them and just do it!

Okay, so I’ll probably make more excuses from time to time. But at least I’m starting to recognize an excuse and am willing to take action to turn the excuse into an action.

I’m on the right track now!

 

In His Defense

My husband did not say I am a boring blogger…he said I had the same stuff up that I’ve had for a while and that is what was boring. He kept checking my blog and I hadn’t posted anything new in almost two weeks.

I’m glad he reads my blog.

I know, I haven’t posted anything in quite a while. I have been busy with stepsons, my daughter and her husband visiting from Colorado, work, a birthday party (the big 5-0 for my sis-in-law) and I’ve been reading a good book that I have a hard time putting down (Spencerville by Nelson DeMille).

It’s been even longer since I posted any of my pix. But, since the kids were visiting this weekend and since we also had the birthday party I do have some fun things to add today.

 

This is my daughter, Laurie, and her husband, Cody. They flew in Thursday and went home to Colorado on Sunday. Aren’t they the cutest couple ever?

This is Ziggy, who is all dressed up in his grass skirt and lei for his momma’s birthday party.

 

As you have seen in some of my previous posts, I’m a sucker for unique fashion.

Perhaps it’s because my own sense of style is pretty much limited to jeans, a t-shirt and a comfy pair of sneakers, therefore I’m easily impressed by other people’s courage to wear things that I’d NEVER wear.

Maybe it’s just because my crazy friends send me these emails with hilarious photos of people wearing extreme, wild and, sometimes, amazing costumes.

Here are the latest pictures, received via email, from my friend, Sue.

Balloons have never looked better!!!

 

A little “off-the-shoulder” number! Wait, maybe that’s the other sleeve in the designer’s hand?

I think this one looks rather “Disney”, don’t you?

Mardi Gras?

Let me guess…an audition for Josie and the Pussycats?

                                                                                                                                                                       

Who doesn’t love butterflies?    

I think these are WAY better than some of the Prom in da Hood dresses!!

Up, up and away in my beautiful balloon!

       

And to think that beauty queens spend $$$$ on their evening gowns…

 

Our Las Vegas show girl is very ornate! This is one of my favorites.

 

I think this is the cast of some Way-Off-Broadway show.

 

My hubby has a hard and fast rule, from which he rarely wavers, about traveling over holidays – that rule is that he doesn’t travel…period. This especially applies to New Year’s Eve, Memorial Day, Independence Day and Labor Day, as these are the holidays that most lend themselves to people drinking and then getting into their cars and wantonly endangering the lives of themselves and everyone else that is unfortunate enough to be on the same road. He calls these holidays “Amateur Night” and vowed long ago that he wasn’t going to be out on the road with all the crazies, even when he was one of them.

Needless to say, I have pretty much quit asking if we can go somewhere fun on a three-day weekend. There are plenty of other weekends in the year where we can go and do, so it’s just not a huge deal to me anymore. This year he surprised me.

Last Sunday we were going to go to a movie. My hubby isn’t crazy about going to movies, either, but he knows I love going, so he planned for us to go see something that we both thought looked fun and entertaining, “ You Don’t Mess With the Zohan”. The bummer for us was that the movie isn’t being released until June 6th. I sighed and began to plan a day of laundry and paying bills. It was okay, I wasn’t planning anything anyway.

Nevertheless, Hubby was determined to give me a fun day on this holiday weekend! He decided that we would go visit the Heard Museum in Phoenix. I’ve lived here for 2 ½ years, but had never yet been to this wonderful place, and he hadn’t been there since he was a kid on a school field trip; probably about 25-30 years ago. I LOVE museums, and had expressed a desire to visit the Heard, so he thought this would make for a fun day for us both. He was right!!

We arrived about 11:00 AM and had lunch at the lovely little restaurant, The Acadia Farms Cafe that is part of the museum. We feasted on seafood enchiladas and salad while sitting outdoors under a tree. The weather was beautiful! It was sunny, a very slight breeze was blowing and the temperature was about 80.

There is a shop that sells Native American items, many of which are very costly. I told my hubby that I thought it would be really cool to have one of the large baskets that we saw in the shop, I have just the place to put one that size…that is I thought it would be cool until he pointed out that the price of that particular basket was $17,000!! NO, I’m not exaggerating! $17,000! But, in all fairness, it is an amazing piece of work.

After lunch we went to tour the museum. We saw authentic, handmade jewelry, pottery, baskets, katsina dolls (I really loved these!), textiles, paintings and more. We saw clothing and artifacts that were up to thousands of years old. Papoose boards, buckskin dresses adorned with elk teeth, moccasins, pottery and primitive weapons were among the many items we saw. The exhibits were divided by the various tribes that inhabited this area: Navajo, Hopi, Apache and others. There is also a room that contains artifacts and artwork from other native peoples in parts of the world such as Australia, New Guinea, New Zealand and South America.

To me, one of the most interesting exhibits was about the Indian boarding schools. It was sad, however, to see how our government tried to “civilize” the Indians by sending them away from their homes and families to educate them to be more “white”. Some of them had to be dragged away, screaming and crying, to be taken to the boarding schools. In every single photograph of the young Native Americans there was only rarely a smile. Most stared rather blankly at the camera and many looked very uncomfortable. We also saw the Indian that used to adorn the Indian School gymnasium here in Phoenix. My husband recognized it immediately as he once got to play basketball in that gym. Apparently they cut out the center of the floor and it was donated to the Heard Museum when they re-purposed the building. There were a lot of stellar athletes to come out of the Indian School system, including Jim Thorpe. During the summer of 1912, before his last year at Carlisle, Thorpe was chosen to represent America at the Stockholm Olympics in the decathlon and the pentathlon.

This was an educational, interesting and fun trip. The best part was that I got to experience this wonderful place with my sweetheart, who being a Phoenix Native, had some insights that I would not have gotten had I gone alone! It would take many weeks to take in all that there is to see at the Heard Museum in downtown Phoenix; I’m certain this will not be my last trip!

My Leanin’ Side

I received the following story from my friend, Irene, in an email. It caused me to reflect back on all the times the Lord has propped me up on my “leanin’ side” and on all the people who have propped me up over the years.

I hope you enjoy the story as much as I did!

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When I’m asked to pray for people, I think of the old Deacon who always prayed,

“Lord, prop us up on our leanin’ side.”After hearing him pray that many times, someone finally asked him what he meant.

He answered, ‘Well, you see, it’s like this…

I got an old barn out back. It’s been there a long time, it’s withstood a lot of weather, it’s gone through a lot of storms, and it’s stood for many years.

It’s still standing. But one day I noticed it was leaning to one side a bit. So I went and got some pine poles and propped it up on its leaning side so it wouldn’t fall.

Then I got to thinking about that and how much I was like that old barn.

I’ve been around a long time. I’ve withstood a lot of life’s storms. I’ve withstood a lot of bad weather in life, I’ve withstood a lot of hard times, and I’m still standing too. But I find myself leaning to one side from time to time.

I figure a lot of us get to leaning at times so I like to ask the Lord to prop us up on our leaning side.


Sometime we get to leaning toward anger, leaning toward bitterness, leaning toward hatred, leaning toward cussing, leaning toward depression or judgment of others - leaning toward a lot of things that we shouldn’t.

So we need to pray, ‘Lord, prop us up on our leaning side. Then we will stand straight and tall again, to glorify the Lord in the way that’s best.

(If you stare at this barn for a second you will see the source of my help.)

“Props” and blessings to you!

It has been 6 1/2 weeks since my total thyroidectomy. My incision is looking pretty good. The lump at the base of my throat is still there…I’m not liking it. I wish it would go away. I don’t like the way it looks. I don’t like the way it feels. It doesn’t hurt, it just feels…foreign. It shouldn’t be there. I’m going to ask my surgeon about it on Monday.

My voice, while I never totally lost it, is still slow in coming back to normal. I’m wondering if this is related to the lump. I can’t even stand the sound of my own singing along with the radio in my car!! I want it back…to normal. Heck, I want it back better than normal because I love to sing, but I’d be happy with normal.

My medication dosage was raised a bit last week when my blood work came back showing my TSH (thyroid stimulating hormone) level was high at 7.66. The reference range this lab uses is 0.30 - 3.00, so I’ve got a ways to go. I still feel quite hypothyroid  with my worst symptoms being depression, constipation (like you really wanted to know that!), fatigue, and muscle cramps and weakness. My hair is not right either…it’s flat, dull and dry (anyone who knows me knows that my hair has never been dry a day in my life!).

I expected it to take me a while to get “normal” again, so I’m not bumming too badly. I do wish that I felt better and more energized, but I know that it will happen, eventually, and that this is just part of the whole thyroid cancer process. I’ve been so fortunate to not have to go through the RAI to kill the remaining thyroid tissue. I am grateful for that, believe me. Still, I wish there was some way to fast forward my recovery. If I could figure it out I could make BILLIONS!! I know there are many other THYCA patients that would want that benefit.

On a much better note - My daughter and son-in-love are coming for a visit in a couple of weeks! I’m really excited to see them! I got to spend a little time with them in November when I went to see my granddad, but it was WAY too short a visit with the kids. I’m planning on feeling much better by the time they get here!  I want to enjoy every moment with them!!

HOW TO TELL IF YOU NEED TO PRAY AT WORK

When a co-worker comes in a little too happy singing “good morning” to everyone and you think, “Somebody needs to slap the s#@! out of her”…You need to pray at work.

When someone comes in and announces, “office meeting in 5 minutes,” and you think, “what the f*&% do they want now?”….. You need to pray at work.

When your computer is mysteriously turned off and you want to say, “which one of you sons of b*&^%$# turned off my computer?”….. You need to pray at work.

When you and a co-worker are discussing something, and a third person comes in and says, “well at my last office…,” and you want to throw a stapler at him…… You need to pray at work.

When you hear a co-worker call your name and the first thing that crosses your mind is, “what the h*&^ does she want now?” and you try to hide underneath your desk……… You need to pray at work.

When you are asked to stay late and help do someone else’s work and the first thing that pops in your head is, “both of y’all can kiss my a@@!!”…. You need to pray at work.

When you’re in the elevator and it stops to pick up someone who stood for five minutes waiting for the darn thing only to go DOWN one floor, and you say “that lazy b*&%$#”…… You need to pray at work.

When you take some vacation time and come back to find a mountain of paperwork sitting on your desk because no one else would do it and you think, “sorry a## M#$^%F%&#s”……. You need to pray at work.

If you have ever thought about poisoning, choking, punching, slapping or flattening someone’s tires that you work with…… You need to pray at work.

If you avoid saying more than hello or how are you doing to someone because you know it’s going to lead to their life story ……..You need to pray at work. 

If you know all the words that have been bleeped out….You need to pray at work!

LET US ALL BOW OUR HEADS 

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