I read an interesting article about happiness today. The article stated, that through research, it was found that many people are happy when they are young, their happiness tends to decline in middle age, and then increases again as they get older. The article pointed out that there were three theories as to why this might occur. The first theory is that as people age they come to accept who they are and what they have accomplished in their life. The second theory is that happy, cheerful people tend to live longer making for more happiness later in life. The third theory is, that as we age, we tend to look around at other people who are less fortunate than we are and begin to appreciate what we have in our own life. My own personal belief is that happiness comes from the heart and it cannot be defined by any one stage of life. I believe most people are happy, when they reach out to something, or someone other than themselves. I know in my case it's true. I admire all people who foster children, donate time to causes they believe in, volunteer their services, and take care of animals. Well, it's just something I have been thinking about.....................
Last Saturday we celebrated my granddaughters twenty first birthday. It's hard to believe she is all grown up and has a child of her own. What I love the most about her is absolutely everything! I am so proud of her!
I love the fact that she is beautiful inside and out.
I love her smile.
I love the fact that she lights up a room by just being present.
I love the way she cares about people.
I love that she is a strong and independent woman.
I love her sense of humor.
I love that she is motivated.
I love the fact that she is an intelligent woman.
I love her sense of style.
I love that she is a wonderful mother.
I love how she jokes, teases, and genuinely loves her little brothers.
I love that she respects and loves her parents.
I love that she puts God first in her life.
I love how she stands up for what she believes in.
I am so fortunate and unbelievably blessed to have her in my life!
Approximately six years ago a couple of retired nurses, where I used to work, decided it would be nice to get together once a month for lunch. They decided to call themselves the Old Timer's Club. Since that time news of this little group has spread by word of mouth. It now has grown to include sixty eight nurses. Of course all sixty eight of us have not shown up on the same day, but who knows, maybe next month....... The only commitment required to be part of this group is to have a good time. Each month we meet at a different restaurant to share good food, discuss current issues, talk about women's health issues, catch up on our families, share hospital news, laugh and have fun. Last week we went to a Polish restaurant. We discussed an article in the newspaper about Kwame Kilpatrick, the mayor of Detroit, and the destruction of his credibility. (I personally have to wonder just where all our hero's have gone, because nobody seems to be stepping up to the plate any more, but that of course is for another time and a different post.) From that discussion we went on to talk about the complications of gallbladder surgery. We also talked about the benefit of learning a second language. Of course our families were a huge part of our discussion. We are quite a diverse group. Last month we discussed the book, Dating for Dummies, as one of the girls wants to start dating again and doesn't know quite how to begin. Can you just imagine the fun we had at that meeting? Now I ask you...Where can you have such stimulating conversation except with a group of women? These women are so warm and inspiring. It is great to be establishing new friendships as well as cultivating old ones. I feel very blessed to be part of this group. If I could offer any advice on my blog it would be this.... Do not get so busy with life that you lose touch with your girl friends. If you do, you will be losing out on more than you could ever possibly imagine...
Never underestimate the power of prayer. It's the little things that matter most. Hug everyone you know at least once a day. It's OK to cry. Always expect the unexpected. There is humor in almost every situation. Always keep a spare outfit in your car. "Goodness is the only investment that never fails."
Studies have never actually proven that a full moon has an affect on behavior, but anyone who has ever worked in a hospital can attest to the erratic and odd behaviors, as well as, the wacky occurrences that tend to follow a full moon. In my twenty six and a half years of experience in a hospital setting I have certainly witnessed it many times, and also heard other people comment over, and over again, "There must have been a full moon." If the moons gravity can affect the tides of the water here on Earth then it seems only logical to me that it can affect humans and animals as well. After all aren't we made up of a huge percentage of water? I know Charli's behavior is definitely affected by a full moon. Already an anxious little pooch, my husband and I have repeatedly noticed the intense anxiety, fear, and insecurity she feels during these times. She will moan and cry, pace up and down, jump on and off the bed, and want to go in and out all night long. There doesn't seem to be anything we can do that really helps or calms her down. All we can do is let her know we love her as we all ride it out together. Although we feel a sincere empathy for her during these times it definitely takes a toll on us as we suffer from the lack of sleep. There is a little more wear and tear, a few more wrinkles, and many dark circles under our eyes. When it is over we all curl up together in a state of exhaustion, give a huge sign of relief, and wait for the next cycle to begin.
It is fourteen degrees here, and very, very cold! It's the kind of a day where it is to cold to do much of anything, unless of course, you are one of those people who brave the elements of which I am not. Most of the people in our neighborhood must be thinking the same way I am because there is hardly anybody out and about today. It's added a sense of eeriness to the isolation I already feel. I have been watching the snow. Nothing really to speak of, just flurries here, and there. I have already finished the book I was supposed to read for my book club this month so I decided to dig through my must read basket of books and start Eat, Pray, Love, by Elizabeth Gilbert. I am already on page fifty three. What a witty, funny, and all round entertaining book! Charli has remained wrapped up in her little fleece blanket for most of the day. She has been camping out in a chair by our front window so she will not miss anything should anyone or anything happen to stroll by. So goes our Sunday afternoon.....My hubby is watching football, and me, well I am sipping my Cinnamon tea and thinking about spring.
A friend of mine shared this website with me. http://storyofstuff.com/ I highly recommend it to any one interested in social and environmental issues. It is a great teaching tool that you might want to pass on to your family and friends. You will definitely gain insight into the world of stuff and the way you look at your stuff in the future.
I went to my humanities discussion group the other day and the topic was the limba tribe of Africa. They believe that they are descendant's of one of the lost tribes of Israel. Through DNA their lineage was traced back to Israel, although no one at this time can say for sure whether they are, or are not part of of one of the lost tribes. It struck me as odd how we as humans strive to belong to something greater than ourselves and yet we still want to be part of a group, or even groups separate from society as a whole. People work hard trying to define who they are. Some of us spend hours and hours tracing our genealogy. Many of us will not go beyond our designated groups, whether it be our culture, our religion, or even our political views. Some of us are willing to die for what we believe in. For me it's always been an interesting topic to ponder............. Oh well, I have to go. Charli and I still have a lot to do today.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. William Shakespeare
Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me.
O, well for the fisherman's boy, That shouts with his sister at play! O' well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat by the bay!
And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!
Break, break, break At the foot of thy crags, O Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. Alfred, Lord Tennyson
I love thee with the passion put to use in my old grief's, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose with my lost saints-I love thee with breath, smiles, tears, of all my life! -and, if God choose I shall but love thee better after death. Elizabeth Barrett Browning
As I mentioned in my profile I am retired. I struggled with that decision for quite a while because I truly love being a nurse. I've had many wonderful and profound experiences in the course of my career. I could have worked longer, and the nice thing is I can go back any time I want to, but quite honestly nursing has changed through the years, like many other professions, and has become more about the bureaucracy and less about the patient. That means longer hours, reduced staff, mounds of paperwork, and less patient contact. As a result the quality of care in medical institutions has dramatically decreased. I guess you could say I just burned out because I was unwilling to compromise my nursing practice for the benefit of any institution. I feel very fortunate and blessed that I was able to make that decision. Although there are days I miss my job, they are far and few between. I have discovered there is a whole world out there of things to do and people to meet. Simple every day things that we take for granted and don't take the time to enjoy. The best thing about retirement for me is having the time and energy to truly enjoy the people I love.
Exercise has never been one of my favorite things to do. I would much rather curl up on a sofa with a good book and a cup of tea. I have never gotten that rush that people who exercise are always talking about. I do understand how important it is, but unfortunately I am one of those poor souls that keeps sliding on and off the beaten path. Last year I taught Charli how to walk on the tread mill. I thought it would be fun to exercise with someone or something. Charli was actually very good about it for a couple of months. She would stay on the machine for a minute or two at a time. We must have looked like quite the pair with Charli weighing in at ten pounds, and me, well we won't get into that. Charli soon lost interest and began a new game of trying to untie my shoe laces while I was walking. She thought it was rather clever but it only added to my frustration as I had to keep pausing the machine to retie my laces. These days Charli waits patiently by my side for me to finish so she can start her exercise, which consists of playing catch with her ball or having me chase her all over the house trying to get the toy she is holding in her mouth. She waits every day for her little routine to begin and I am sure by the way she acts that she is getting her little exercise rush. I think my dog is trying to teach me that exercise can be fun and all I need to do is find one I truly love. In the mean time though, I guess I will have to keep truckin on the old tread mill.
Recently a friend of mine sent me an e-mail to let me know that she was starting a blog. I wasn't at all familiar with blogging, but after she sent me her address, I decided to look into it. Over the past month I have enjoyed reading her blog, as well as some of the others so much, that I decided to start one of my own. I have been slow getting started but here I am. I decided to call my blog Charli and me. (that's a picture of Charli up in the corner) Since we do almost everything together these days I know she would feel hurt if she were not included :>) I will probably be referring to her quite a bit in my blog so I thought it would be a nice idea to introduce her. People say all the time that dogs are a man's best friend. I know one thing for sure and that is that my little schnauzer is definitely this women's best friend :>)