Gesundheit!

I don’t know if it has anything to do with age, but I have suddenly begun to vocalize my sneezes.  These days I’m blaming everything on age – lousy eyesight, facial hair, lack of bladder control, and now, sneezing.

No matter how hard I try to suppress it, I yell – no sweet, feminine achoo for me – instead it’s more like hhhaaaaCHOOOO!

A few days ago I was sitting at the desk in my library which just happens to be in the front of the house.  My nose began to tingle and I could feel a sneeze coming.  I sneezed so loud that a neighbor who was walking his dog outside looked toward my window and said GESUNDHEIT!

Although I’ve never been an obnoxious sneezer until now, I suppose I come by it honestly.  My grandmother set the bar on ear-splitting nasal clearance.  My granddad was a rancher.  He used to say that my grandmother sneezed so loud that he could hear her all the way from the house out to the pasture and, if he was in the milking barn, he said that her sneezes would cause the cows to stop producing!

Regardless of the cause, be it age or just being a woman, it’s quite embarrassing.  And if the noise of my sneeze isn’t enough, add to it the loss of bladder control, and well, you get the picture.  If this continues, I may have to start DEPENDing on absorbent, disposable products!

Gesundheit and pass the tissues.

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Splash into 2011

I want everyone to start 2011 with a smile.  This should guarantee it.  (Suggestion: watch it over and over and over – it gets funnier the more you view it!)

Much thanks to my hubby, Mr. Fit Forever, for making this possible.  And to Pastor Golden – I know you’re smiling down on us from Heaven.

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New Year’s Resolution – FAILURE

As I ponder what I didn’t achieve in 2010 and what I want to accomplish in 2011, one word sticks out – FAILURE.

Failure because not only were my goals of 2010 not met, none were attempted because I was afraid to FAIL.

That stops today.

Today I have a list of challenges I would like to overcome, dreams I would like to fulfill, and plans I would like to see through to fruition.  And I’m prepared to fail.

My goals:

Complete book – Real Moms of Suburbia – by February 28th

Get in shape – physically and mentally

Take a class to learn how to write a screenplay

Audition for a local theatre production

Speak at my high school alma mater graduation ceremony

Make a difference in people’s lives

And last but not least:

Prepare to be criticized and embrace it, develop a thick skin, and be true to who I am, not who others want me to be

If I don’t try something for fear of failing, then what’s the point?  I have the same chance for success as I do for failure.

So I have to ask myself, what’s the worse thing that could happen?  I could fall flat on my face and look like a fool.  If that happens, so what?  At least I TRIED.  And through the experience hopefully I learn something and if I learn something then it’s not really a failure.

The year ahead of us is here.  In the time it takes to say supercalifragilisticexpialidocious – it’s over. Time is running out.  No one is going to come knocking on our door to discover us.  We’re not getting any younger.  Betty White showed us that we’re never too old to experience success, but why wait until we’re 88?  Why not now?

Step aside.  I’m coming through with both guns drawn.

Yippee ki yay little doggie, yippee ki yay.

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The MOJO of Christmas

Christmas is magical.  And if you’re an Odessa, Texas, Permian football fan – Christmas is pure MOJO.

Kids are so honest.  Listen how my son tells the story of the birth of Jesus – and notice my daughter’s little voice when her daddy makes the request.

Nothing sweeter than the little voices of my babies.  Twenty years ago they were babies, today they’re who I want to be when I grow up.

Magic I tell you, pure magic.

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All I want for Christmas

Twenty years ago today, this is what my son wanted Santa to put in his stocking.  So it shouldn’t have been a shock to me when he became a teenager, that, not only would his favorite scent be Sulfur, but his bedroom window would be the best place to shoot roman candles and bottle rockets.  At least, according to him.

And in case you’re wondering, Santa did NOT come through with his last minute request.  It helps when you sleep with Santa.

Oh the joys of parenting boys!

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Happiness deserved?

Happiness Deserved

 

Not necessarily – DESERVE being the operative word.

It seems to me that there is a common misconception that everyone deserves to be happy.  But the definition – to merit, be qualified for, or have a claim to (reward, assistance, punishment) because of actions, qualities, or situation – tells me that happiness is a product of positive behavior.

If someone is unhappy in their marriage, and assuming that we are all deserving of happiness, does that mean that she has a right to walk away from it in her pursuit of greener grasses?  And if happiness is deserved, than what about her spouse? He suffers so that she can be happy?

When we choose to be selfish in our pursuit of happiness at the expense of others, it’s impossible to be fulfilled and truly happy.

I posted the question “Do you think we all DESERVE to be happy?’ on my Facebook status.  I was immediately inundated with several responses.  This one, from Toni Sawyer, was exactly what I was hoping for:

Happiness comes and goes, I find that it is an elusive thing to pursue, and maybe not worth the pursuit, it is kind of a self-centered emotion. Joy, on the other hand, is deeper and much more satisfying, you can be joyful in unhappy circumstances. Happy people can be annoying to those going through trials, joyful people can be a Godsend. All that being said, I don’t think I ‘deserve’ to be happy, like an ‘entitlement’ thing, but I sure do ‘like’ to be happy.

This from Diane Smithson:

If we are focused with a steadfast mind, then we should experience God’s joy & happiness. (Isaiah 26:3)

Julie Atchley Robinson summed it up quite well:

happiness is a choice… it can only come from within you, it cannot be given to you.

And Miriam Taylor rounded it out with:

We deserve death. But I’m so thankful that HE gives us life and joy instead!

Happiness is not the same as JOY.

Isaiah has a precursor if we are focused with a STEADFAST mind” – steadfast meaning unwavering, firm in purpose, then we should experience God’s joy and happiness.”

Let me break it down.

If I eat a bag of Double Stuff Oreos every day, I deserve to be fat. If I drink a 24 ounce bottle of Coke before I go to bed, I deserve to be wide awake at 2 am.

The only people who DESERVE to be happy are children.  Or Mother Theresa.  Perhaps someone who gives his best, does everything humanly possible to give back, puts his family first, and makes a difference deserves to be happy.

Joy comes from within, but happiness is earned.

Have you earned it?

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It’s Double-stuffed Oreo time for me!

For those of you who watch what you eat, here’s the final word on nutrition and health. It’s a relief to know the truth after all those conflicting nutritional studies!  Although I’m not so sure my hubby, Mr. Fit Forever, would agree with me…

1. The Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.

2. The Mexicans eat a lot of fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.

3. The Chinese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.

4. The Italians drink a lot of red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans..

5. The Germans drink a lot of beer and eat lots of sausages and fats and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.

CONCLUSION: Eat and drink what you like. Speaking English is apparently what kills you.

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