This made my day!!!

A Minneapolis couple decided to go to Florida to thaw out during a particularly icy winter. They planned to stay at the same hotel where they spent their honeymoon 20 years earlier.


Because of hectic schedules, it was difficult to coordinate their travel schedules. So, the husband left Minnesota and flew to Florida on Thursday, with his wife flying down the following day.

The husband checked into the hotel. There was a computer in his room, so he decided to send an email to his wife. However, he accidentally left out one letter in her email address, and without realizing his error, sent the e-mail.

Meanwhile, somewhere in Houston , a widow had just returned home from her husband’s funeral. He was a minister who was called home to glory following a heart attack.

The widow decided to check her e-mail expecting messages from relatives and friends. After reading the first message, she screamed and fainted.

The widow’s son rushed into the room, found his mother on the floor, and saw the computer screen which read:

To: My Loving Wife
Subject: I’ve Arrived
Date: July 19, 2010

I know you’re surprised to hear from me. They have computers here now and you are allowed to send emails to your loved ones. I’ve just arrived and have been checked in.

I’ve seen that everything has been prepared for your arrival tomorrow. Looking forward to seeing you then! Hope your journey is as uneventful as mine was.

P. S. Sure is freaking hot down here!!!!

New Years Resolutions STINK!!!!

"It's the New Years!!!!"

"HAPPY NEW YEARS!!"

"2013 is a brand new year; new adventures to take part in!!  Goodbye 2012.  You were fun, you were sad, you were mellow, you were laughing.  Now it's a new year and I will partake in this new year with joyous occasions!!"

New Year's Eve has always been a time for looking back to the past, and more importantly, forward to the coming year.  It's a time to reflect on the changes we want (or need) to make and resolve to follow through on those changes.

BAAAAAAHHHHHH! HUMBUG!

We are all fooled by the advertisments.  We have been taken in like little children only caught up with the candy in front of us.  We waste our times on New Years Resolutions again and again.  Year after year we have plaques hanging up on the wall with our Resolutions so proudly hanging for all those less fortunate can see.    10 is usually the same number used by every family member in each household for the New Years.  10 things that they would like to see changed in them someway, somehow in this new year.  And the 10 things are always similar in every household. 

"Lose the Bulge"

"Get better organized"

"Get close to the family"

"Quit Smoking; Drinking; Binging"

"Smell the Roses once in a while" "Enjoy Life"

"Learn something new:  Language; Skill; Computers; Music; Men; Woman."

"Find that special someone."

......over and over again!!  Biggest ones are Losing the Weight, Family, and Quit something.  Others that I have seen and are actually pretty cool are the "Bucket List".  All the things that they want to do in life before they "kick" the bucket.  I actually have one of thsoe in my wallet.  So if I die in a accedent and the coroner goes through my things, I want him to be able to see that this girl wanted to life her life to the fullest.

So saying that...yes.  I have a New Years Resolution hanging in my living room for all to see!!  My list...pretty much the same.  Lost the weight...get that special someone in my life...blah blah....enjoy life....set up a photography blog.....blah blah blah.....get better at writing....blah blah blah blah......!!!!!!

In the real world....we are still doing what we want to do, we are still eating the same foods as we did last year and there is no way I'm dealing with that family member when he did that to me....I don't care if it was last year and I'm trying to renew myself this coming up year I'M NOT DOING IT!!!

Yep, we really are improving our lives here.  How odd that we have towrite down what we are going to do this upcoming year, start doing it the first few months and then forget why even did we bother try it out the first time and then go right back to where we were before this whole little chirad began!!!!

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All this ranting and raving was to be in my head and I was supposed to be righting down what I'm doing for the New Year 2013 and it turned out to be this.  Great!  Great new start of the year huh?  I wanted this blog to be my inspirational blog.  My one and only chance to write about losing weight, about gaining my life back, about finding that one person that is a cross between a God's look and the mind and ability of Chuck Norris (I love Walker, Texas Ranger so sue me)!!  And I guess that's how this blog is going to look like.  My New Years Resolutions from the wall to the blog.  Not only are you going to hear how I'm losing my weight (and pushing and sweating and groaning all the way) but how to help you out as well!  Not really...I just want listeners to listen to me cry and moan everyday while I work out to lose this disgusting fat and not able to find the one true love.  I've set my standards and nobody has been able to come forward to fill the shoes.  (Can't one guy out there have the ability to kick some ass like Chuck Norris, be sweet and caring (and be able to kick anybodies butt if they even think about hurting me) and have the body of a Greek God!!!!  Is that too much to ask?!?!?!

Apparently so, since I haven't found him yet. 

Oh but we have all year to find out don't we?!?!

Welcome to 2013!!!!



Days....

Days can be long, days can be short.  It's up to most to make the best of things.  I just wonder how long my days will be?

This is my new blog site

I will be happy to use this as an example

Music ~ Writing

Music usually lifts my spirits up and it also clears my mind. Mostly I listen to Jazz, Big Band, Classical music but I also listen to many other songs. Like right now; I’m listening to Kenny Chesney’s Soul of a Sailor. I really enjoy that song. It’s so much like me and my family. “I can’t be stilled, I can’t be tied.” Who really can? When there is so much to see out there in the world, in so little a time to do it. Uh-oh. I don’t believe it! I CAN’T believe it. I’m a Pirate!! HA-HA.


I actually think that many of the sailors are writers at heart. And those writers are sailors at heart. Look at each one for one sec. A Sailor wants to seek new life, new adventures and see the ocean blue and enjoy the crisp wisp of water on their face. Writers are like that too…they seek new life and new adventures when they learned how to write words on a tablet somewhere. They may not want to get sprayed with water every single day, but the sentiment of the ocean is the same. They both want the feel of the length of the ocean, the feeling of adventure. Many times it’s just the sea, the blueness of the ocean and the idea that it’s so far away from the mainlands, like trouble and all the problems of the world cast their problems in your lap. No, with being away from the world, and having nothing but the sea take your troubles away, who could say no to that?

And the ocean is such a romantic getaway as well as a fast getaway from troubles. Every time you go out in the vastness of the sea, there’s just something romantic about it. Something that sparks your inner self that ignites like a spark plug in a Ferrari. There is so much life out there to live, who can blame writers to turn into Pirates once and a while to enjoy that life? Look at Ernest Hemingway? What a wonderful and interesting writer and he left his life on the mainland and enjoyed himself out there in the vastness of the seas. He took that opportunity at what God gave us and he brought it to us through his writing. His way of living, was the result of the sea, the result of living in Paradise and seeing what God really intended for their lives. I honestly believe that Hawaii or even the Caribbean was the Garden of Eden itself, because of the beautiful views it gives you, but also the Magic in the islands. The Magic of living; the Magic of seeing for the first time ever that you really have a life to live for and how your spending your time with your family results in that life and the Islands show and prove to you what you are doing to your family; and the Magic of romance.

Trying is hard......

When I first started writing blogs, I got so excited.  I was thrilled that somewhere, somehow I could write down all my thoughts, all my dreams, everything and anything that crossed my mind and when you have an ADD brain, it gets kind of confusing at times.  I'm never sure which ones are MY memories or just things that I make up as I go along in life.  As many of you readers may know, I'm what people would call a writer.  And I make up stories.  Sometimes to just pass the time, or to actually write them down and hopefully would become a book, or a short story some day.  And blogging seemed like such a great idea, that I have been writing and writing like crazy. 

But...

Lately, I have been so busy.  I have two jobs now, and I don't have the time to even think to myself, let alone write stories.  You know that song Workin 8 days a week?  Well, that seems like me to the T.  I just haven't had the time to write a whole lot whether it be my book, or my blog sites, I just haven't had the time.  And I'm sorry about that folks who actually read my stuff.  I will try a whole lot better over the next few weeks and see how that goes.

The SPARROW AT STARBUCKS (Tis a long read but worth it!)

The song that silenced the cappuccino machine


It was chilly in Manhattan but warm inside the Starbucks shop on 51st

Street and Broadway, just a skip up from Times Square . Early November

weather in New York City holds only the slightest hint of the bitter chill

of late December and January, but it's enough to send the masses crowding

indoors to vie for available space and warmth.



For a musician, it's the most lucrative Starbucks location in the world,

I'm told, and consequently, the tips can be substantial if you play your

tunes right. Apparently, we were striking all the right chords that night,

because our basket was almost overflowing. It was a fun, low-pressure gig -

I was playing keyboard and singing backup for my friend who also added

rhythm with an arsenal of percussion instruments. We mostly did pop songs

from the '40s to the '90s with a few original tunes thrown in. During our

emotional rendition of the classic, "If You Don't Know Me by Now," I

noticed a lady sitting in one of the lounge chairs across from me. She was

swaying to the beat and singing along.



After the tune was over, she approached me. "I apologize for singing along

on that song. Did it bother you?" she asked. "No," I replied. "We love it

when the audience joins in. Would you like to sing up front on the next

selection?"



To my delight, she accepted my invitation.. "You choose," I said. "What are

you in the mood to sing?"



"Well! . .... do you know any hymns?"



Hymns? This woman didn't know who she was dealing with. I cut my teeth on

hymns. Before I was even born, I was going to church. I gave our guest

singer a knowing look. "Name one."



"Oh, I don't know. There are so many good ones. You pick one."



"Okay," I replied. "How about 'His Eye is on the Sparrow'?"



My new friend was silent, her eyes averted. Then she fixed her eyes on mine

again and said, "Yeah. Let's do that one." She slowly nodded her head, put

down her purse, straightened her jacket and faced the center of the shop.

With my two-bar setup, she began to sing.



Why should I be discouraged? Why should the shadows come?



The audience of coffee drinkers was transfixed. Even the gurgling noises of

the cappuccino machine ceased as the employees stopped what they were doing

to listen. The song rose to its conclusion.



I sing because I'm happy; I sing because I'm free. For His eye is on the

sparrow And I know He watches me.



When the last note was sung, the applause crescendo to a deafening roar

that would have rivaled a sold-out crowd at Carnegie Hall. Embarrassed, the

woman tried to shout over the din, "Oh, y'all go back to your coffee! I

didn't come in here to do a concert! I just came in here to get somethin'

to drink, just like you!" But the ovation continued..



I embraced my new friend. "You, my dear, have made my whole year! That was

beautiful!"



"Well, it's funny that you picked that particular hymn," she said.



"Why is that?"



"Well .. .." she hesitated again, "that was my daughter's favorite song."



"Really!" I exclaimed.



"Yes," she said, and then grabbed my hands. By this time, the applause had

subsided and it was business as usual.. "She was 16. She died of a brain

tumor last week."



I said the first thing that found its way through my stunned silence. "Are

you going to be okay?"



She smiled through tear-filled eyes and squeezed my hands. "I'm gonna be

okay. I've just got to keep trusting the Lord and singing his songs, and

everything's gonna be just fine." She picked up her bag, gave me her card,

and then she was gone.



Was it just a coincidence that we happened to be singing in that particular

coffee shop on that particular November night? Coincidence that this

wonderful lady just happened to walk into that particular shop? Coincidence

that of all the hymns to choose from, I just happened to pick the very hymn

that was the favorite of her daughter, who had died just the week before? I

refuse to believe it.



God has been arranging encounters in human history since the beginning of

time, and it's no stretch for me to imagine that God could reach into a

coffee shop in midtown Manhattan and turn an ordinary gig into a revival.

It was a great reminder that if we keep trusting God and singing the songs,

everything's gonna be okay.





The next time you feel like GOD can't use YOU, just remember....

Noah was a drunk

Abraham was too old

Isaac was a daydreamer

Jacob was a liar

Leah was ugly

Joseph was abused

Moses had a stuttering problem

Gideon was afraid

Samson had long hair and was a womanizer

Rahab was a prostitute

Jeremiah and Timothy were too young

David had an affair and was a murderer

Elijah was suicidal

Isaiah preached naked

Jonah ran from God

Naomi was a widow

Job went bankrupt

John the Baptist ate bugs

Peter denied Christ

The Disciples fell asleep while praying

Martha worried about everything

The Samaritan woman was divorced, more than once

Zaccheus was too small

Paul was too religious

Timothy had an ulcer...

AND Lazarus was dead!



No more excuses now!! God can use you to your full potential. Besides you

aren't the message, you are just the messenger.



God bless you by passing this on to someone else, if you'd like.