Sunday, June 29, 2008
Yard sale benefit
Well, its here. Today is the yard sale to benefit the Realy for Life. Our team this year is the Rocking Walkers. I have been setting stuff up on the car port since Wed and fighting the rain since then too. So far so good, nothing has gotten wet but they are calling for 80% thunderstorms today. Please everyone say a prayer that the rain holds off. We have some really nice big items that I would like to set up going down the driveway. I can't do that if its raining. It will be a busy day. Mom, Cher and Betty are all coming early to help. I do have most of it done but still a bit to go. I hope that we make a nice amount to benefit the relay. That is coming up pretty quickly now. 2 weeks from today we will be tearing down our campsite and coming home after 24 hours of being there and walking. I'll have to get some pictures posted on the blog from last year. Maybe tonight I can take some time and do that. I remember sending pictures throughout the day to Michelle and Mike. He really enjoyed getting them and "being a part of it all."
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Bake Sale
We had a bake sale today at the store during our special friends and family day sale. We raised about $275 for our relay team. We have about 3 weeks to go. We are not doing as well as last year, but the economy is worse and I know people are having a harder time making ends meet.
I am glad that the friends and family day is over, that is always a big pain for us, and a good feeling to get it done. This was the first year that our relay team did the bake sale and the raffle tickets there. I think it worked out well and sure glad that my sister and Trisha could come run it for us.
I do wish we could come up with a big fundraiser but we are running out of time. The yard sale is here next Sunday and we are getting some nice things for that from fellow co workers.
I am glad that the friends and family day is over, that is always a big pain for us, and a good feeling to get it done. This was the first year that our relay team did the bake sale and the raffle tickets there. I think it worked out well and sure glad that my sister and Trisha could come run it for us.
I do wish we could come up with a big fundraiser but we are running out of time. The yard sale is here next Sunday and we are getting some nice things for that from fellow co workers.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Just received this in an email from my sister. Wanted to share it here.
The other day a young person asked me how I felt about being old. I was taken aback, for I do not think of myself as old. Upon seeing my reaction, she was immediately embarrassed, but I explained that it was an interesting question, and I would ponder it, and let her know.
Old Age, I decided, is a gift.
I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror but I don't agonize over those things for long.
I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement lion that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging. Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon?I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60&70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will. I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.
They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things. Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect. I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong. So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it) MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART!
MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE A RAINBOW OF SMILES ON YOUR FACE AND IN YOUR HEART FOREVER AND EVER! FRIENDS FOREVER!
The other day a young person asked me how I felt about being old. I was taken aback, for I do not think of myself as old. Upon seeing my reaction, she was immediately embarrassed, but I explained that it was an interesting question, and I would ponder it, and let her know.
Old Age, I decided, is a gift.
I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror but I don't agonize over those things for long.
I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement lion that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging. Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon?I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60&70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will. I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.
They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things. Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect. I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong. So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it) MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART!
MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE A RAINBOW OF SMILES ON YOUR FACE AND IN YOUR HEART FOREVER AND EVER! FRIENDS FOREVER!
Sunday, June 15, 2008
3 years
It is hard for me to believe that it was three years ago today that I was life flighted for the second time in 3 months. I never realized it until late tonight. I was setting out for a walk and something was bothering me, couldn't quite figure out what it was but then thought about this. I thank God daily for those doctors at UPMC, without them I would not be here. I think I was probably saved for a reason but have yet to know what it is. My appoinment for the check up is scheduled for August. I still have to go once a year but maybe if everything is good this time they will let me wait a bit longer. I will have to do the blood test before I go down so they have the results.
Check out this gorgeous flower, it is a hanging basket in the gazebo and is called a passion flower, this is only one of the flowers on it.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Newest Pet
This little guy has been here to visit a few times the past few days. We are wondering if he is deaf. John tried telling him to "shoo", "scat", go away, etc after we caught him eating our shrubs and bushes. He is up by the big pond and fairly close to the garden we just planted and also close to the new flower bed. We keep saying he but could be a she just as easily. It really is quite cute and I would love to keep him around, but I sure don't want him eating everything we just finished planting. Think were going to have to name him though.
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