Illuminating Blogger Award

When God decides I have had enough stress, he has an angel do something to brighten my day, and today is the day. I have stated that I have come to see how important God is in my life, and somewhere I left a small crack open, because the devil stomped in and tried to ruin it for me. I will blog about this tomorrow, as I am still dealing with the after affects with my brother Al.

So my angel who God has sent to me is Ingrid. She is an amazing, giving woman. Her web page is:

Did you know that Ingrid offers free Spanish lessons? Yes, it is true. Go to the website and she will direct you to U-tube, where she teaches. I had majored in Spanish for three years in high school, and without telling my age, I will admit I have forgotten much, but by visiting her classes, I am amazed at how much I have been able to pick back up!

Thank you Ingrid for the nomination of the Illuminating Blogger Award!

I didn’t see any rules, except to make sure you pay respects to the one who nominated you, and to also make some new nominations. So for this I want to choose all of you that read and or follow my life journey with my brother Al, and also want to thank-you for tolerating my attempts at writing poetry and my exercise writings, and fictional short stories.

What? I can’t have all of them? Are you sure? Darn, this makes it very difficult and it isn’t fair, now I don’t want to play anymore! I quit! LOL.

Alright then, I will nominate you by playing eenie, meenie, minie, moe, I pick@@@





Thank you again Ingrid!!!

Lessons In Life

The saying is, you can’t teach an old dog new tricks, but I believe you can. I am considered middle-aged, and am starting to see I am getting set in my ways in life, but I was taught a new thing this morning, and I have sat straighter, and have taken a new look at my life, and am now thankful and yet fearful.

I have been living my life through Al’s actions, and I now realize this has been wrong to a point. I have also been preparing myself for the future. I actually hate doing this, as I am not God, therefore, I do not know the time or the day when our lives here on earth will end.

I believe the brain kicks into a slow-moving gear, maybe a shuttle, slowly adjusting to what will happen down the long path of life. I think it keeps us out of the shock mode. I know of many instances, when a young person, or a healthy human, has been lifted by God, to live with him, instead of showing his presence here on earth. We go into shock, surprise. We mourn heavily for the loss of our friend, co-worker, or family member. Children especially are the hardest to deal with, as we expect them to live for ever, and even out live our own selves. It takes our minds weeks, sometimes months,maybe years  to get through this and past it. So, I am thankful in a way, that my brain has started to adjust to what could happen.

Today, though, I have learned from a dear friend, whose family member also suffers from Parkinson’s, that Al is not going anywhere, if normal circumstances continue. I believe I have fallen into the trap of listening and taking the words from Al and letting them sink too far in my heart.

Yes, he is suffering, I do agree. Yes, he walks with much struggle, and wobbles back and forth. Yes, he is very slow, and is beginning to struggle with drinking and speaking, but he is safe, in the fact, that he still can walk, talk, use the restroom, and dress himself.

When I learned that there could be more likely worse things to come, I had a wake-up call. Al could come to the point he can no longer walk, will not recognize me, can no longer be fed normal food, and he may want to sleep more than stay awake. The coca-cola could become a distant memory, and his new awakening for vintage cars, could become a thing of the past.

I don’t know for sure if this is something God wants me to learn or not, but my gut says yes. I believe God wants me to wait on him, to listen with my heart, and to let my fears go into God’s worry basket. I believe that God wants me to live for today, and pause only for tomorrow, glancing at it with a dim light, but not concentrate on the what ifs.

I believe that God wants me to place my trust in him, and not in the world. You can hear the doctors words, you can read all of the books, but when it comes down to black and white, it is very clear, the color is all white, pure white, our lives are in God’s hands, his perfect timings. I believe that God is using Al’s illness to teach me humbleness, thankfulness, and to walk an even closer walk with our Lord.

I talked to Al, who is in a constant pattern of seeing only himself. I told him my thoughts on how it can sometimes be a bad thing, a negative thing, to see only ourselves, and not see the wonders of what God is doing in our lives.

He didn’t understand, which I was already prepared for, and I explained to him what could happen to him in the future with this illness. I taught him what I learned, that God wants us to be forever grateful for this moment that we are given. He looked at me, and I felt the click, that he understood a big part of what I was saying. His comment was, you mean God wants me to be like this? I said no, but he wants us to give thanks for what he is giving us for this day today.

He said nothing and lowered his head to his lap. We both sat in silence for a few moments, he and I pondering on the lives we are living, thanking God for each moment we have, and that we have this time together to share. Someday, each of us are going to leave our memories for others to ponder on, but for today, I just want to lower myself on bended knee, and say Thank-you to God for using my brother and his illness, to draw me closer to you. Thank-you for being gentle and loving in your teachings to me. You are perfect in your teachings and timings, and for this I praise your name.

We Adjust

To those that remember these times….

Pizza Hut, McDonald’s,and instant coffee were unheard of.



How Old is grandma?

Stay with this — the answer is at the end. It will blow you away.

One evening a grandson
was talking to his grandmother about current events.
The grandson asked his grandmother what she
thought about the shootings at schools, the computer age, and just things in general.

The Grandmother replied, “Well, let me think a minute, I was born before:
polio shots
frozen foods
contact lenses
Frisbees and
the pill

There were no:

credit cards
laser beams or
ball-point pens
Man had not
yet invented:
air conditioners
clothes dryers
and the clothes were hung out to dry in the fresh air and
man hadn’t yet walked on the moon

Your Grandfather and I got married first, and then lived together.
Every family had a father and a mother.
Until I was 25, I called every man
older than me, “Sir.”
And after I turned 25, I still called
policemen and every man with a title, “Sir.”
We were before gay-rights,
computer-dating, dual careers,daycare centers, and group therapy.
Our lives were governed by the Ten
Commandments, good judgment, and common sense.
We were taught to know the
difference between right and wrong and to stand up and take responsibility for our actions.
Serving your country was a privilege; living
in this country was a bigger privilege.
We thought fast food was what people
ate during Lent.
Having a meaningful relationship
meant getting along with your cousins.
Draft dodgers were those who closed front
doors as the evening breeze started.
Time-sharing meant time the family
spent together in the evenings and weekends -not purchasing condominiums.

We never heard of FM radios, tape decks
, CD’s, electric typewriters, yogurt, or guys wearing earrings.
We listened to Big Bands, Jack Benny,
and the President’s speeches on our radios.
And I don’t ever remember any kid blowing
his brains out listening to Tommy Dorsey.
If you saw anything with ‘Made in Japan ‘
on it, it was junk.
The term ‘making out’ referred to how
you did on your school exam.
Pizza Hut, McDonald’s,
and instant coffee were unheard of.
We had 5 &10-cent stores where you
could actually buy things for 5 and 10 cents.
Ice-cream cones, phone calls, rides on a streetcar,
and a Pepsi were all a nickel.
And if you didn’t want to splurge, you could
spend your nickel on enough stamps to mail 1 letter and 2 postcards.
You could buy a new Ford Coupe for $600,
but who could afford one?
Too bad, because gas was 11 cents a gallon.

In my day:

“grass”was mowed,
“coke” was a cold drink,
“pot” was something your mother cooked in and
“rock music” was your grandmother’s lullaby.
“Aids” were helpers in the Principal’s office,
“chip” meant a piece of wood,
“hardware”was found in a hardware store and.
“software” wasn’t even a word.

And we were the last generation to
actually believe that a lady needed a husband to have a baby.
No wonder people call us “old and
confused” and say there is a generation gap.
How old do
you think I am?
I bet you have this old lady
in mind. You are in for a shock!
Read on to see — pretty scary if
you think about it and pretty sad at the same time.

Are you

This woman would be only 59 years old, Born in 1952 -OUCH THAT HURT!!!.