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May 22, 2010

Beach, bobbies, boo dogs, and other stuff that doesn’t begin with the letter B.

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I came to the beach this weekend to hang out with my niece, nephew, and two great friends. Also in the mix was Grendel, Keelee (a.k.a. the little snowball, white lab), and Scoobie, Zenia’s puppy.

It’s been loads of fun and at the moment I see three dogs, two adults, and one kid down for the count. Lots of running and playing makes everyone a bit sleepy. Even I took a walk with the kid on the beach. Before heading to bed I had the kids talk to their Dad to say goodnight. Harmon got on the phone and asked Zenia to put Scoobie on. Thanks Harmon, your sister and aunt love you too.

The day started out by waiting for Shaun the plumber. Tyler kept asking when we could go to the beach and right in front of Shaun asked if we could go when “Steve the plumber was done.” While waiting for Shaun, a.k.a., Steve, he wanted to start a puzzle and gave up after ten minutes of getting bored by turning pieces over. I’ve started the outside but things are going a bit slow.

Maybe this guy could help us out.

 

So the dogs went romping on the beach and have been running around playing like crazy. Kind of like these guys.

But the day turned out beautiful. Tyler the skinny kid went swimming in ice cold water, we went to the arcade where the kids spent $10 playing games to get tickets to buy .30 cents worth of crap, then on to get a Bobbie for dinner at Capriotti’s and finally are back home watching movies.

We also watched part of the Flyers game and this is what we did after they won. Wahooooo–let’s do the wave!

Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings. I love the summer, and so does this guy!

 

May 15, 2010

Bowing to the porcelain bowl.

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I haven’t been observing much this past week. That is except the inside of the toilet bowl. Too much information? I understand. I also don’t care. This is about me and I’ve been suffering inside a bubble of infected sinus cavities that are putting helacious pressure on my brain, eye sockets, and upper teeth. And in addition to the allergy-induced death spiral, I had some kind of food poisoning illness going on.

My friends and co-workers have been very kind and gracious but I wonder why people think to ask someone who is in total misery if they “have taken any medicine.” No, I decided to leave the Tylenol, Advil, Benadryl, Zyrtec, and assortment of other OTC aides I have stockpiled in my drawer behind and fight it out on my own. Of course I took pills! I also am drinking fluids, resting, and all the other crap that anybody over the age of six knows to do when you’re sick. Sometimes it just doesn’t matter. Sometimes nature needs to take you through the ringer and remind you that you are mortal and that anything could happen. Anytime. It’s out of our control.

So, I’m slowly getting back to being normal. Slowly. I had more than soup today and so far so good. And because I’d like to leave on a positive note, here’s to losing seven pounds in four days. Now only 93 more to go. It’s a start.

I’m dog sitting this weekend. So now I’m off to watch that cutie pie Chris Pine as Captain Kirk in Star Trek on my new ginormous TV. Grendel’s BFF, Elwood likes to stare at me so I’m kind of glad they are both sleeping now. He’s an awesome dog and I swear he understands English. I just wish he wouldn’t stare at me.

Have a healthy week. And don’t forget to drink water, eat veggies, exercise, and call your mom once in awhile. Or not. Whatever.

 

May 9, 2010

Thanks Mama.

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My friend Bob, a wise and generous man, told me a story the other day about how Mother’s Day came about. I’d like to share that with you. I took this off the Web site the Holiday Spot.

In the United States, Mother’s Day was first suggested after the American Civil War by social activist Julia Ward Howe. Howe (who wrote the words to the Battle hymn of the Republic) was horrified by the carnage of the Civil War and the Franco-Prussian War and so, in 1870, she tried to issue a manifesto for peace at international peace conferences in London and Paris (it was much like the later Mother’s Day Peace Proclamation).

It should be well to remember that Howe’s idea was influenced by Ann Marie Reeves Jarvis, a young Appalachian homemaker who, starting in 1858, had attempted to improve sanitation through what she called “Mothers Friendship Day”. In the 1900’s, at a time when most women devoted their time solely on their family and homes, Jarvis was working to assist in the healing of the nation after the Civil War. She organized women throughout the Civil War to work for better sanitary conditions for both sides and in 1868 she began work to reconcile Union and Confederate neighbors. Ann was instrumental in saving thousands of lives by teaching women in her Mothers Friendship Clubs the basics of nursing and sanitation which she had learned from her famous physician brother James Reeves, M.D. In parts of the United States it was customary to plant tomatoes outdoors after Mother’s Work Days (and not before).

It was Jarvis’ daughter, Anna Jarvis, who finally succeeded in introducing Mother’s Day in the sense as we celebrate it today. Anna decided to dedicate her life to her mother’s cause and to establish Mother’s Day to “honor mothers, living and dead.” She started the campaign to establish a national Mother’s Day. With her friends, she started a letter-writing campaign to urge ministers, businessmen, and congressmen in declaring a national Mother’s Day holiday. She hoped Mother’s Day would increase respect for parents and strengthen family bonds.

So on this Mother’s Day I say, “Mom, you are the best. I love you. Happy Mother’s Day.” And since no one says it better than God, here’s to you Mom.

 Proverbs 31:26-29

She speaks with wisdom,
and faithful instruction is on her tongue.

She watches over the affairs of her household
and does not eat the bread of idleness.

Her children arise and call her blessed;
her husband also, and he praises her:

Many women do noble things,
but you surpass them all.

 And just for fun, here’s a song that says it all.

 

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