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Brand new Beginnings


“Though no one can go back and make a brand-new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand-new ending.”
― Carl Bard

I have been trying to lose weight and it is hard.  I have fibromyalgia which makes exercise painful.  I have to be really careful about what I eat but so far I have just managed to stay even.  I am not gaining or losing.  I get really frustrated but I know there is no point in looking backwards.  I’m not saying I haven’t done that though.  It is easy to think, “why, did I let this happen in the first place?”  but it is only natural to gain as you get older and dealing with chronic pain makes it even harder to stay fit.  So, I love to reflect back on this quote and know that I can start again, try something new, and make a brand-new ending.

I’ve got some ideas and I’m anxious to try them but for now I have to remember to love myself in the body I have.  After all, it’s all I’ve got.

A great website for support groups is at www.dailystrength.org  No matter what you need help with, you will find other’s that are in the same situation and will stand with you, encourage you when you are down and lift you up.

Ironically, I didn’t use the wordpress daily prompt today but it still fits in!

Daily Prompt: Quote Me

Feel free to join in.  Click the link above and share what your favorite quote is.

Hate to love you


WordPress Daily Prompt:

Tell us about a guilty pleasure that you hate to love.

That would be chocolate.  I am a freak over chocolate.  I love smooooooth milk chocolate, rich dark chocolate, chocolate covered chocolate….. it has a hold on me.  That really sucks because I really need to lose weight!  I will go along doing great on my diet and then all of a sudden I have a chocolate attack and cannot resist the urge to devour the entire aisle of candy at the store.

I LOVE chocolate with an ice cold diet pepsi.  The diet pepsi cancels out the calories from the chocolate.  At least, that is what I tell myself.  I love chocolate ice cream too….. and a mondo cafe mocha and a love bite (chocolate covered coffee bean) on top.  Mmmmmmmmmm

I have learned now that a diet devoid of chocolate is doomed for failure.  I have to allow myself to have a small amount and budget the calories for it to avoid the chocolate melt down. *pun intended

The good thing is everyone knows I love chocolate and knows what to give me for my birthday and holidays.

The bad thing is everyone knows I love chocolate and gets it for me for my birthday and holidays.

The last of Life, for which the first was made


WordPress Daily Prompt: If there were a real Fountain of Youth, would you drink the water?

Only if there was enough for my Chris too.

I love my husband Chris with all of my heart and want to live just as long as he does and no longer.  My soul will die when his does, whether my body does or not.

When I look in the mirror these days I frown at the blemishes and gray hair.  I have gained a lot of weight and I don’t even feel like myself anymore.  It is hard to exercise with chronic pain but I try.  I wish I could look and feel like I once did BUT my husband is also gray, heavier and…. well he is just as lovable as ever.  He has mellowed with age actually.  He reminds me so much of his dad.  Actually, the more I think about it…..

No.  I am happy with the way things are.  My husband doesn’t seem to mind that I have aged and I love him more every single day.

I am looking forward to living out the rest of my days with my husband.  My kids are mostly grown and at some point I will (hopefully) have some grandchildren to love and spoil.  And when I die, I am looking forward to seeing my mom and all of my other friends and relatives again.  Heaven’s garden is being looked after by my angel mother.

Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made:
Our times are in His hand
Who saith “A whole I planned,
Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!”
                                               — Robert Browning (from the poem Rabbi Ben Ezra)
This was taken many moons ago on our anniversary.  Now we have been married for 21 years.

This was taken many moons ago on our anniversary. Now we have been married for 21 years.


Love & Respect


I have been thinking about this ever since last night because of a comment someone made.  So I decided to pose this as a question and see how many responses I get.

Can a person LOVE someone yet still not RESPECT them?  

So I was thinking about a person who isn’t treated very well at all and I often wondered why she would stay with someone like this.  People told me that she really loves him but does she really?  Or, could it be that she has never known anyone else….how could she know what true love is like?  Another person told me that he really did love her even though he treated her badly and I just don’t buy it.  How can someone be so disrespectful to someone he truly loves?

I think of my husband and I.  We have a lot of differences of opinion but still respect each other’s opinions.  Every now and then we get in a little…. spat….. and someone usually leaves the room.  We both sit in our different rooms simmering and rehearsing the whole thing our in our heads and in complete misery.  Neither of us can rest until we talk about it.  It doesn’t always end with agreement but it always ends with “I LOVE YOU”.  When you respect someone you can respectfully disagree.

My husband isn’t perfect either but when I speak of him in public I never say anything negative (even if I may want to it just isn’t appropriate).  Sometimes I joke and tease but so does he.  I know that my husband would never say something intentionally hurtful to me or about me.  There have been times when my husband said something that bothered me but I just waited and talked to him about it later and he didn’t realize what he said would upset me.  He is a guy after all LOL Once I explained why I was upset he understood and apologized.  That is respect and also shows that he loves me.

With this couple I am thinking of, he jokes about her weight in public and calls her demeaning names.  He doesn’t consider her feelings about anything as far as I have observed.  He complains about her cooking with guests present.  He complained when she needed to buy things for herself but has expensive things for himself which are not necessary items.  When she doesn’t feel well he complains that she is being lazy.

Is it “old fashioned” that he never asks her where she could like to go eat?  Is it really necessary that he comment on what she orders saying, “that will just make you fatter”?  Many times she has cried because he upset her but he never shows that he cares or apologizes.

She never says anything negative about him and always defends him.  Too bad he doesn’t respect her the same way.

So what do you think?  Is love possible without respect?

I’m sure you already know my opinion.  I think this person doesn’t love anyone but himself.

You are my Sonshine


“You don’t raise heroes, you raise sons.  And if you treat them like sons, they’ll turn out to be heroes, even if it’s just in your own eyes.  ~Walter M. Schirra, Sr.

I know I have already said I was thankful for my strong boys that help me around the house but I wanted to say it again.  My boys are my world and I am so thankful for them.  They are so similar but different in so many ways and they compliment each other and together make a perfect team.  My boys always loved each other and never fought much.  If one of them did something to the other and I went in to investigate the noise they would lie to protect each other.  One time I heard a loud slap and then a scream and I knew one of them slapped the other but even though one had a bright red hand print on his face he lied and said his brother didn’t hit him.  A few minutes later I heard a quiet apology and  then they were buddies again.

My oldest (not quite 3 years older) potty trained the younger one when I was at my wits end.  Whenever I was frustrated big brother would step in and everything would be just fine.

My youngest loved his big brother so much that for a really long time I couldn’t convince him that he could be himself.  He would emulate his brother or he wouldn’t try things because he couldn’t be as good as his brother.  After what seemed like forever I started to pull a little of the specialness out of the younger one.  The teachers at school were really helpful at bragging about his artwork and other special talents.

Sometimes I wish I had a time machine so I could go back in time and hold my babies again, chase my toddlers, and paint with my elementary ages kids.

They are both bigger than I am now and seem to do more for me than I do for them.  They both enjoy cooking so they like to make dinner for me.  I miss making them chicken nuggets  and macaroni and cheese.

Now my oldest is 18 and in his first year of college and my youngest is 15 and just starting high school.


I used to work with a wonderful lady that had a teen-aged boy with cancer.  We had a fundraiser for him once so she could have enough money for the family to all fly down and be with him during treatment.  I haven’t worked there for over a year and lost touch with her.  I have been hoping and praying that he was okay but I found out that this young man died last December.  This breaks my heart knowing that this beautiful mother is without her son that I know she loved so much.  She just started a Make-A-Wish Fundraiser in his name because he got a wish and wanted other’s to get one too.  Visit Zane’s Ride to learn more about Zane and his wish.

I know Zane is no longer dealing with the pain and frustration of the cancer that took over his body but I also know the pain a mother must feel to not be able to hug her child and watch him get older, get married, and have children.   I haven’t been in her shoes but I know how I would feel.  This is the strongest women I have ever met who continued to work and supervise a department of the hospital while her son was sick.  She doesn’t deserve to lose her son.  My heart goes out to her.