G is for Gratitude

Are you grateful? Usually people only think once a year what they are “thankful” for, but do you remind yourself to think of the things you are grateful for? I know that I don’t think of it everyday. There are a lot of things that I should be grateful for each day because I know it would be harder if I did not have them. Such as  waking up each morning, waking up next to Hubsy to be each morning, food to eat, all my limbs and my health, the love of a large and supportive family, strong ties to my siblings, beginning to make ties with my new family, the list could go on and on. It just is not a list that I think of each day. I should. So why do so many of us take the most basic things for granted each day?

Gratitude is sometimes the most overlooked sentiment in our society I believe. With everything at our fingertips these days, it is easy to forget how simple things are because of our technology. We forget to have gratitude for the basic requirements for survival, because we have them, it is expected. It is easy to overlook something, or even someone, that is always there and is expected to be. Not because it is a must, but because it or they have been. Yet have we stopped to think what it would be like if they were not there? Makes life a bit more bleak doesn’t it? Now imagine all those people living across the world who do not have the same things that we do, water, food. Two basic requirements for life, completely unavailable to others, while we toss out a ton of food, or over eat. I am willing to bet that if we were to cut back on the mass production of food for the fast food market, and ate only what we needed, we could feed the world. That is another topic completely, for another day.

So many people have life so much harder, more painful than any of us could imagine. Yet, because we are not faced with the same difficulties as others, we begin to take what we have for granted because we have always had it. We worry about our bodies, not being perfect, when we should be happy to have a fully functional and healthy body. We complain about not having the newest gadget, when we should remember that it is a luxury to have one in the first place. Life gets comfortable, we get complacent with the way things are, but once that comfort is shaken we feel as though it is the end of the world. It isn’t, not yet anyway.

“As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them.” J.F.K.



A Daddy’s Girl



It goes without saying,

no words needed.

This bond cannot be broken,

our walls cannot be taken.

Father and daughter, this unbreakable bond

Ups, downs, sideways, anyway around.

My fighter, my model, that guiding light.

The strength at my back when the wind gets forceful,

the unbendable will when my knees get weak.

A safe harbor, a place to call home,

the one who understands this wanderer soul.

Complete understanding,

utter bafflement.

Together, forever

Father and Daughter.

Birthday Wishes to a Not So Little Brother

Fred's Graduation day! O-H-I-O!!!

Today is a special day, with a special shout out! It happens to be my baby brother’s birthday, and I would like to do my part in making it special for him! You see, Fred is on heck of a guy in my book! Recently graduated from Ohio State University with more than one degree, he got a job offer right away, and will be moving off to Nebraska! Ord, Nebraska, population 2100!

Growing up I naturally did my part and tortured the living heck out of him, it was my job after all. Rubber snakes when he was a baby, mom’s mascara when he was two, with the antics getting more ridiculous and worse as he got older. Now we did not always see eye to eye, and we fought worse than cats and dogs, but now that we are a bit older, and no longer living in the same household, I must say that I miss him. Such a sturdy, strong, constant man with many talents. Playing the guitar, he practiced all the time growing up, and now I miss the way he would play at night. Though things change, and I am very happy for him.

Throughout the years of being his sister, I never realized that I would actually be proud of him, proud of what a fine man that he turned into. Maybe this is my year for nostalgia, but he is after all my brother, and no one knows me better than him (well Michael does not too). He was my first enemy, my first science experiment, and my first friend. Everyone knows that your first friend will always be there, no matter how high you rise, or how low you fall, we will always be there for each other. A couple thousand miles wont make a difference either.

So this is for you Fred! May your journey be one of adventure and love. May the road always lead you where you need to go, and that you listen closely to your heart. Stay true to yourself, never compromise yourself, work hard as you always have, and love so strong you think it will kill you. Remember that life can leave kisses as well as scars, and that each memory is always worth it! I love you Fred, and I have never been more proud of you, or the fantastic journey that you are on!

Happy Birthday



To This Old House, With Love

You run through the rooms not thinking twice most of the time, knowing that the walls will still be in the same place, the dust bunnies always hide underneath the chair in the corner, and that you will eventually get the tape on the ceiling that hung decorations for Christmas at some point. A house that has become a home for over 15 years is the equivalent to a second skin, it just is. The carpet is squishy and soft beneath your feet, you know exactly which floor boards squeak when walking through the kitchen; the smell of Murphy’s Oil on the maple counters is a welcome home sigh. Each tiny noise of the house as it settles around its inhabitants a contented sigh. Its home.

After living in the century ranch house it became home to my family growing up. The ghosts of memories can be seen in each room, carved and marked the walls and floors.Its doors banged open as my younger brother and I, along with our friends, slammed through the house each summer to play in the sunshine. The kitchen held witness to each family dinner, lecture, or family discussion of my entire childhood. It watched silently as I snuck out its windows at night in high school, and stood by when my family would curl up for a movie in front of its fireplace. Each year it took on nicks in the wood and scuff’s on the walls, dents too from the shifting furniture and the changing decor styles over the years. The 12+ acres provided such a wonderful world to grow up in. From the two lakes, to the woods we got to be Indian tribesman, cowboys and indians, aliens in a strange forest; we pretended that the woods was a vast jungle, the small garden was a lost oasis. Lakes turned into oceans and places of magical wonder. Fishing and boating were the past times of my childhood, and endless world of imagination that seems lost with the younger generation.

Going through all the stuff that I have collected in the last year or so and making the decision to keep or toss has struck something within me. I knew that the house was for sale and that one day it would be someone else’s family living in this house, but I suppose that a part of me never really believed it. Sitting among piles of “stuff” looking around, it dawns on me that things really are going to change. This house, this life, will never be the same. Michael and I will be married in June, the house will have a new family come the end of April, and as Spring comes to wake up the Earth, a new chapter will begin. As sad as it is to never sleep in my childhood home again, it is also exciting to move on to new paths.

So I say goodbye again. Goodbye to the multiple pets that crawled through the halls, goodbye attic that held dusty boxes of forgotten nick knacks. Goodbye to the kitchen, that was always the place to hang out with family, friends, and homework.  Goodbye to the creaking pipes, the view of the lake out the living room window. I will carry these memories with me forever, but goodbye to my childhood home, the house that built me, goodbye.

Goodbye with Love

Miss 305


Daddys Advice

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Hope you all had a wonderful Easter and spent the day eating good food and having great family conversations!!! I know I did!

I was checking my e-mail this morning and had received one from my dad.  We both subscribe to Higher Awareness The Inner Journey articles about spirituality and growth, and sometimes my dad sends me ones he thinks really hit what is going on with the family and each of the siblings.  Very thoughtful I think!! Anyways, here is the article from today that he sent me, which I think hits the spot for a lot of people.  I know with graduation coming up, hopefully gaining my first BIG-GIRL-JOB lol, loans, and of course being a broke college student with no idea where to go after spending the last 15 some years as a student I tend to think ‘poor me’ too.  That said here it is:

“What Wants to Change?”

“The problem is not that there are problems. The problem is expecting otherwise and thinking that having problems is a problem.”

Theodore Rubin

Our lives really begin to change when we learn to shift our perspective on ‘problems.’

From the spiritual perspective, problems offer our best path to growth. Like it or not, pain gets our attention. Pain also challenges the ego’s perception that it is in complete control of life. This opens the door for soul’s guidance.

If we want to be rid of the pain, we must do the work that leads us to greater consciousness. Paradoxically, we can only get rid of the pain by moving through it.

The next time you feel “poor me,” stop and ask, “What needs to change? What does my soul want me to learn?”

“No one can go back and make a brand new start. Anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending.”

— Source Unknown”

If you are interested in these weekly/daily inspirational e-mails here is a link for you:


This puts into perspective that sometimes things are just put in your way to help you, even if it seems as though that is not the case.  Another way to think of life a bit brighter!!!

Well, more later ladies and gentlemen, off to class on the French Absolutism I go!!!