A Call For Help

>> Friday, August 30, 2013

2012 was a hard year.

A few things happened to me personally, but more so to people I love. A close friend lost her husband to suicide. Ten days later, my step-children lost their father the same way.

I'd never been exposed to such a tragedy before and all I could do was watch in horror. So many questions. How do people process such a thing? Will it ever make sense? Would my loved ones eventually be okay?

Standing by those suffering tremendous heartbreak was one of the hardest things I've ever done. I felt helpless to fix it. I wanted to make their pain go away. I wanted to do SOMETHING.

But there was nothing I could do but be there as they were forever changed.

One year has passed. Their sadness may be just a bit less, yet the shadows still lurk behind brave smiles. They've tried to pick up the pieces and move forward. Life must go on but it is...different.

My step-kids are trying to do something positive as a result of their loss by becoming involved in the fight to prevent suicide. They've partnered with the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention. The AFSP are the sponsors of community walks called, "Out of the Darkness." Walkers collect funds to honor their loved ones and raise funds for the battle to prevent suicide. Through educational programs and awareness, the AFSP is winning the war against suicide.

I'm so proud of my kids. They've stepped up and are holding a walk in our local community on October 19. Funds are coming in and they are working hard to make the event a success. To  honor their dad. To help families avoid the tragedy that they've suffered. To make a difference.

The employee club at my job has become a bronze sponsor of the event and I've formed Team LCF to walk in the event.

And now I'm gonna beg:  Will you help?

Giving is easy, tax deductible, and you'll get a receipt.

Thanks for your consideration!


I'm Soooooooo Excited....

>> Friday, August 23, 2013

A to Z blog hop at Patterings.

 Patty Wysong's "A to Z" Meme: 
This Week is all about "E"...
(Be sure and visit the other stops on the blog hop below.)

Okay, so I can’t sing like one of the Pointer Sisters. And as far as looks, not even in the same stratosphere. But if I could or did, I’d be on the rooftop shoutin’…


(Check it out on YouTube)

What am I all fired up about?

I’m going on vacation!

Stay with me and don't roll your eyes. It may not seem like a big deal, but I don’t get out much. I've traveled some, visited friends and family, and even been to Mexico four times--on mission trips. (Not exactly luxury accommodations.)

My life (which I adore, by the way) is pretty calm, sedate, and basically dull. There’s not a lot of extra cash in the stash and I’m a bit of a lone wolf when it comes to socializing.

But the last few years, I've been trying to up my game in regards to the enjoyment factor. This time, I hit the jackpot.

My niece and her husband booked a trip to Cozumel and invited anyone interested to come along. My immediate reaction was, “Nah, can’t do it.”

Didn’t give it much of a second thought until one of my friends said, “What are you thinking? This is perfect.”

And I realized she was right. The fact that there would be a group of people in the area, but we’d all be doing our own thing, made this absolutely ideal for me. 

The trip is in January (Hmmm….sun and beaches in the middle of the winter. Can you say AWESOME?) and is all-inclusive. This means that for one price, airfare, hotel, and even food are paid in advance so there is no cash outlay unless you go on excursions or buy lots of trinkets. (I’m not the touristy type, but I do hear Cozumel is famous for amethyst, which happens to be my birthstone.)

I can't swim so snorkeling is probably out of the question, but I'm up for trying it in a life jacket. Will probably look pretty silly, but who cares?
Visions of me lying by on a beach, Kindle in hand, sipping some non- alcoholic, fruity drink occupies my thoughts often these days.

Could it possibly get any better?

Actually yes: Delayed billing until next summer. *cha-ching* Only thing I need to do is get a new passport because mine expired a couple of months ago. And stay away from the stores because all their summer/beachy type stuff is on clearance right now. Woo hoo!

I’ve always said that my retirement venue in a few years would be a shack, Wifi, and a nine-hole golf course. This trip could be a trial-run. Who knows? Maybe I’ll put a down payment on a hut, and secure my future.
Then I'll really be happy-dancing on the beach to my favorite Pointer Sister song.

Don't worry:  I'll send pix.


Grandma, You Were Right

>> Monday, August 12, 2013

I've jumped back into Patty Wysong's "A to Z" Meme- Yay!
A to Z blog hop at Patterings.

This week is the letter "D".
 Be sure to hop on over to some other "D" posts through the linky tool below.

Mother's Day, 1995

My Grandma Friend was an awesome lady.

She spoiled me rotten. She loved ferociously. She was “that” Grandma.

One of my fondest memories is when my card shuffling skills were displayed during her pinochle games. Bragged me up like I was really special.

To her, I was.

She built her home many years ago overlooking the lake, and fully intended to live out her days there. At 92, she passed away, drinking in the scenery from her chair in that same house.

One of my favorite Grandma-isms was when she’d tout,“Gettin’old’s not so bad, but it’s Darned inconvenient.”

And now I’m there.

Never one to be bothered by my age, the number is quite irrelevant. Most days I forget my half-century (plus) status and just chug through life.

Yet lately, it seems that the age train has started to roar down the tracks. It squeals into the next stop and I hear echoes of “All Aboard”. Try as I might, I cannot ignore the faint cry in the distance.

A lot of it is mindset. I feel good, and don’t act my age. Yet occasionally, reality pays a visit. My hands and knees ache just a little more and I have to face the fact that I'm probably in the early stages of arthritis.

My hearing has always been an issue and I’ve worn hearing aids since I was 25. This has nothing to do with age, but from a chronic condition in childhood. Yet I suffer the stigma of an “old people” thing.

I struggle with low blood sugar and have to eat often. It’s annoying, but the alternative of raging headaches and temper tantrums are not worth it. The positive is that when I keep it in check, weight control is a bonus.

The latest thing? I’ve got sleep apnea. I’ve snored my whole life, but was still blown away when diagnosed in the severe category.

No wonder I was so tired!

So now I’ve been outfitted with this “cute” little machine with a mask that straps on my face at night. This ensures that my airway stays open and I don’t stop breathing. And die. (Small comfort.) Note: Don’t even consider asking for a pix—not gonna happen.

So here I am, at 52, a hearing impaired, hypoglycemic, that looks like an alien at bedtime.

I feel better every day as my machine and I become BFFs. I’m in the best shape of my life and continuing the quest to stay that way. Most important, I’m happy.

Yeah, Gram, you were right: Getting old is Darned inconvenient.

But really, it’s not so bad.


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