Love of Life by Lisa

Kipper Klaus

2011-12-23T08:46:00.010-05:00

Kipper will always be tied in my heart to St. Nicholas. For it is on the Feast of St. Nicholas (Dec. 6th) that that crazy Brittany with the gorgeous brown eyes left this world.

He always loved Christmas, getting antsy (yes, antsier than normal) as the big day approached. On Christmas morning, he was always in the mix of the presents, waiting patiently for his and wagging his tail and prancing like a reindeer when he got his new bone or chew toy(s).

Here are some pics from Christmas' past

Lessons Kipper Taught Us

2011-12-05T23:21:00.003-05:00

When I started this blog, much of the content was devoted to my Brittany, Kipper and his shenanigans. As we say goodbye to him, I wanted to share the lessons he taught us.

Kipper taught us to live life fully,
To love unconditionally,
To trust for no good reason,
To never give up hope,
To always look on the bright side,
To push against barriers and keep trying,
To laugh when you want to cry,
To dance when you hear a good tune,
To get out and run when you need to,
To treasure those closest to you,
To be contented with life as you know it,
To accept and enjoy this life and
To look forward to the next.

Attitude of Gratitude

2011-11-23T09:37:00.003-05:00

What am I grateful for?

A warm, comfortable home
Plenty of food
A wonderful, challenging job
Beautiful children (those I've birthed and all of those in the world)
A devoted husband
Loving sisters
Great friends
My sponsor, Terry
Sunshine!
Phones, computers, and letters that let me keep in touch
God who loves me, forgives me, redeems me and promises me everlasting life!
Hobbies
Pets
Coffee!
Time to rest, play, work, pray and exercise!
Variety
Birds singing outside my window
Projects and plans
Surprises when plans don't go, well, as planned
Health
Serenity
Craziness, sadness, grief, anger and all the emotions that mean I'm alive!
Days off work
Diversions
Love
Me

Kipper's Kristmas

2011-11-12T14:16:00.003-05:00

Kipper's Kristmas kame early this year. Walks every day, extra love, petting and treats along with many "That's a good boy." He got a new bed complete with red plaid because he soiled his other one. He got to spend a weekend at Uncle Bob's with a huge yard to explore, two young dogs to romp with and plenty of love from Aunt Barb who used to babysit him and the boys. Plus Uncle Bob is one of his favorite people. Ham, pepperoni, ground beef, swiss steak, NY strips, beef jerky --if its meat, we give it freely.

Kipper may not make it until Santa comes, so he's getting it all now.

We love you, Kip.

Change of Season

2011-11-11T14:24:00.003-05:00

As life goes on we seem to move quickly through autumn to winter
Middle age moving us through the years like wind blowing the leaves
The cold tinge to the air as we mature and move toward our golden years
How have the children grown so quickly while we were living life
Why does the time seem to accelerate as the years accumulate?

The sun still shines and each day holds promise and surprise
Living in the moment ensures us we are making the most of our time
The sun sets sooner, but there is a comfort to the slower pace that
Accompanies the cooler weather and the sense of nostalgia
That returns as the season turns from fall to winter and the holidays draw near.

Acceptance

2011-10-06T13:57:00.001-04:00

What is it?

What can it be?

It's always something

I'm not accepting

that robs me of my serenity.

Crucifix Meditation

2011-09-30T08:02:00.012-04:00

Hanging there you seemed so powerless

Utter acceptance of your Father's will

Courage to conquer sin and die for us

Knowing you would rise again.

Finding True Love

2011-09-15T17:55:00.002-04:00

I can rationalize what I do,

Saying I’m doing it for you.

Who?

You.

I’m selfless you see, despite my hidden motives of getting what I want for me.

I think that if I give you want you will in turn give me what I need.

I haven’t asked you but hope that some comment planted a seed.

But you don’t catch on and go on your merry way,

Taking what I gave and leaving me to say “Hey,”

“What happened?” I did as you asked but now

I find myself out in the cold, abandoned somehow.

You didn’t read my mind and acquiesce.

You didn’t even notice or guess

That I wanted something for in return of what I gave:

Recognition, a thank you or even just a wave.

After all, I moved over and let you pass.

You left me in the dust and alas

I finally realize I expected what you could not give--

To read my mind as if it’s a sieve

Where my needs go out from me and enter your head

I take care of you and you take care of me –but, instead

You didn’t agree to this and now I resent

What I did with a motive that was bent

I said I wanted to please you, but really you see

I was trying all along to get you to do it for me.

Okay, so if I stop this dance and instead seek out

God’s love and find out what that’s about

I’ll find that loving God means loving myself

Then I can care for you without putting me on a shelf

Then true love with you I will share

You may not return it but I won’t care

Because God will see that someone else will

Find my love fitting and return it to me in full.

Dishwasher Fix

2011-08-27T11:23:00.007-04:00

I was struggling for weeks to figure out why my new dishwasher wasn't working properly. Glasses were coming out with cloudy spots, residue and even some etching.

I used only the best dishwasher soap and rinse aid. I tried running bleach and vinegar through the washer. We even had a repair man come out to whom my husband pointed out a clogged part and his response was, "Good, because if we didn't find anything wrong I'd have to charge you for the house call." That really stumped me since he didn't even look over the dishwasher to find a problem. Apparently the contract company is more interested in collecting money than fixing dishwashers. But I digress.

We searched troubleshooting online and in the washer manual. I checked the water temperature, water pressure and water hardness.

Finally, we called our brother in-law who installed the machine, hoping he might pull it out and find a kinked hose. He tightened the hose. Then he looked inside. He immediately spotted the problem. This is why I'm sharing it with you. There is a small arm that extends from the device that sprays water on the top rack. The arm hooks into a clip--or at least it is supposed to. If the arm is shifted by a large dish on the bottom rack, it will slip so that the circular piece is in front of the clip instead of behind it. In that case, the arm does not properly plug into the seal at the back of the dishwasher. This means the pressure is not correct coming out of the sprayer. This also affects the bottom sprayer because once you affect the pressure of one, the other is affected.

After my brother in-law moved the piece into the clip--this is very easy to do--he ran a filthy glass with no detergent through the wash cycle for 5 minutes and the glass came out sparkling! I could tell the difference right away because when we opened the dishwasher mid-cycle, water was shooting out as it used to with our old machine. It had never done that with this dishwasher because the pressure was always wrong.

So if you have spotty glasses or food particles stuck to your dishes, sit on the floor and look at the sprayer under the top rack. Make sure the round end of the arm is behind the clip and watch your dishes come clean!

The side note on the story is that I gave the problem over to God right before it was resolved. He works in big ways (see the Miracle of the Medals story below) and in small ways (like fixing dishwashers) such is his depth of love for us.

Miracle of the Medals

2011-08-14T21:44:00.009-04:00

It had been a good Thursday. I'd given my presentation at work, asking God to speak through me, and I'd pulled it off with flying colors. I felt grateful and in alignment with God's will. It was sunny and warm. Not a day for tragedy.

The Tigers were on the TV, trying to win another game. My husband, Steve, and I had just settled on the couch when he put a religious medal in my hand. It was St. Therese. I was familiar with the saint, having just read her autobiography several months prior. Steve works at our Church and is always finding rosary beads, prayer cards and the like in his cleaning duties. I nonchalantly turned over the medal to see flowers and the words "Pray for us." I thought it was a nice medal and turned my attention back to the baseball game.

Steve said, "I found three of these at work today."

I nodded and our oldest son, Stevie, interrupted the conversation with a baseball statistic, that our youngest son, Matt, disputed in usual fashion.

I took a sip of iced tea and looked at the TV, willing Steve's boring story to be over.

"Anyway," Steve continued, "Did you know some areas flooded last night? It rained pretty hard."

"Yeh, someone said something..." I responded.

"Well, I was using this electric pump with an external motor to drain the water out of the elevator at the church. As I was pumping, the pump fell over. Without thinking, I grabbed it," he said.

I looked at him, my eyes popping out of my head. "What happened? Did you get a shock?"

"Nothing," he said.

Now he even had Matt's attention.

"After I pulled it out, I moved the pump. And there where it was were three medals like the one you are holding, all lined up in a row. Isn't that strange?"

"Not at all," I said, "It was a miracle. St. Therese saved your life. Isn't she the saint that wanted to help people on earth after she went to heaven? She said she would send flowers down after dying."

Steve said he didn't know. But he did know that those medals were not there earlier. Two other workers had been there talking to him before the incident and said they didn't see the medals. He added, "After I told them the story, they both took a medal. Father Ed said I better hold onto this one."

I gave Steve the medal back, reiterating that he should keep it with him.

Next, I thanked God, St. Therese and Steve's guardian angel for saving him from serious injury and possibly death.

I did some Internet research and confirmed that St. Therese wanted to help us here on earth after she died. I printed out her Novena and prayed it for nine days. Many miracles have been attributed to St. Therese, but this one I experienced first hand.

Feathered Friends

2011-07-06T20:40:00.005-04:00

Robin, come closer
Open your wings and reveal
the red underneath
Show off for me
Tilt your head to
ask do I understand--
You get what you attract.
I blink and your gone
Flying over my head,
Squawking as you leave,
Saying goodbye to me.

Hope

2011-06-03T08:37:00.003-04:00

Hope is the feeling of Christmas in Spring.

Shining, promising, on the horizon--a beacon.

What can and will be. Hope in the Lord who works all things for our greater good.

Inspiration.

Growth.

Birds singing.

Green.

Smiles, joy, sunshine, good vibes.

Hope dispels darkness, fear, anger, despair.

Hope cannot be killed

Hope Lives On.

Things are getting better.

God's love is growing. Spread God's love like peanut butter on bread.

No need to react to chaos.

All is in God's order.

God's will be done.

Love and light. Makes us light.

Today is a great day!

The Lord is my shepherd.

More will be revealed.

I turn my will and life over to God and have hope that he will give my life purpose and make it what it is meant to be. I will hope in God's will, not my fantasies or fancies. Just God's will, not mine.

2011-05-10T09:06:00.006-04:00

She told me he got 5 O'clock shadow. My dark, handsome father. Video tapes of home movie reels and black and white photographs. These are the bits and pieces I hold onto. They fill my head and try to become my memories.

But once in a while, I flash on a true memory--being held up high in the air, jet back hair, loving blue eyes holding my gaze, watching this tall man walk. These moments are most precious for me for it is then that I feel my dad. He's no longer just a nice, good-looking man but he's a real flesh and blood person who loved, nurtured, and treasured me. He's mine. Even though he was part of my human experience for less than a year, in these memories I suddenly have a dad.

Now I think of my heavenly Father and how I can feel his love for me through the Eucharist, meditation upon the cross, or the love of other people. Those who met Christ in the flesh must've been touched beyond words. No wonder they put him to death--he must've scared the pants off of some of his contemporaries. To worship your heavenly Father and then to glimpse him here on earth--how tantalizing and awesome that must've been. But if you felt unworthy or sinful, you could not accept this. Which is why when Jesus rose from the dead, he greeted his disciples by saying, "Peace be with you" and "Whose sins you forgive are forgiven them..." He was talking about forgiving ourselves as well as others. If we don't forgive ourselves, we can't let go of the hurt we have felt from others. If we hold onto those sins, they are retained. God already forgives us, but we must forgive. Otherwise, we can't accept Christ and the Kingdom.

He had brown hair, a beard and gentle eyes. He performed many great works -- but will those bits and pieces be all we know of Christ? Or will we let ourselves be touched by his forgiveness and love? Will we let ourselves truly experience God's presence TODAY in our lives? All it takes is a little willingness--willingness to be open. He knew us before we were born and we knew Him. We belong to Him and He is ours.

Ashamed to be Catholic?

2011-04-14T13:03:00.007-04:00

I was on a plan about a month ago, chatting with an elderly couple from my hometown when they mentioned a familiar church. I commented, "I'm Catholic, too."

"It's okay," the woman responded to me in a placating tone.

I was dumbfounded. Later I realized I'd wanted to tell her that I wasn't apologizing for my religion. I was proud to be Catholic.

I notice when others seem to be ashamed of being Catholic or try to make excuses for it. Why?

Here are some reasons to be proud to be Catholic:

We are the religion fonded by St. Peter over 2000 years ago.

We partake in seven sacraments which are not only signs of faith, but intimate contact with God. For example, in the Eucharist, we eat and drink the body and blood of Christ. In Confirmation we receive the Holy Spirit through being anointed with oil. In Penance, we are touched by the priest acting as Christ and hear the words that we are absolved from our sins.

We participate in the divine reality of heaven in the Mass. We are actually joined with the saints and angels in the present moment, giving glory to God and experiencing the divine mystery of being part of the body of Christ.

Catholic churches house the body of Christ in the tabernacle, making these places of worship holier than the ancient temple was to the Jews.

We Catholics have awesome symbols and tools of meditation such as the crucifix and the rosary.

Our rich traditions during Lent and Christmas deepen our faith.

We honor Mary as the Mother of God and she intercedes for us to Christ when we pray to her. She has granted countless miracles.

Catholicism has doctrine and beliefs that are not compromised for the flavor of the day or because it is easier to change.

Why should I be ashamed to be Catholic? I am not.

I am not ashamed that Catholics aren't perfect and that we make mistakes. But as a Catholic, I admit when I am wrong and make amends as the Church itself has done through the centuries.

I am not ashamed that we have made superficial changes because those modifications have not strayed from the Catechism. The Vatican II changes were actually a renewal of the earliest Catholic traditions and have added to the richness of the Mass.

There is so much to learn about our faith and the more I learn, the more I have to learn and the more that all of life makes sense. It's all there in the Catechism and teachings of the Catholic Church--how to live a full, satisfying, joyful and meaningful life. Catholic.org is a good place to find out more.

Happiness

2011-04-06T09:46:00.004-04:00

Happiness isn't the absence of worries and strife, but the ability to smile at life.

Happiness is the capacity to perservere in all that happens, knowing God is near.

Happiness is facing fear, sorrow, tragedy and uniting it to Christ's suffering.

It's not about vacations and lack of stress, but about God's will and acceptance.

Happiness is knowing even in the midst of pain and rain that tomorrow the sun will shine again.

Food Obsession

2011-03-23T13:22:00.005-04:00

Food obsession go away,
Counting calories, fat each day.
Tired of restrictions and rationalizations?
Want freedom, health and celebrations?
It's not gluttony to eat what you like;
It can be fun and healthy--as riding a bike.
Exercise is important too,
But don't obsess about what to do.
Stop being a critic of each move you make;
Eat the salad and eat the cake.
Don't look back, only ahead--
Give yourself a break and enjoy your daily bread.
Stop fussing and nagging your kid;
Set a good example and put on the lid
When you've had enough and you know when--
There's no such thing as not stopping then.
Trust yourself to eat what your body craves;
Fruits, vegetables, sugar may come in waves
As your body and emotions heal
More into balance become your meals,
You will naturally eat what you need;
Without question and calculation you will heed
Your body's true desire
Because it's not a liar
Learn to listen to your gut
And get out of the food rut!

Welcome Spring

2011-03-01T16:06:00.004-05:00

March 1st and we are more than ready for Spring in Michigan. A new attitude is what I'm feeling as I feel the sunshine and anticipate warmer, longer days. Crocus will soon appear. Like the changing weather, I too am changing to a lighter spirit, ready to embrace all that is life. I thank God for all he gives me--for it is all my experience--and though I may not recognize its signifigance, it all matters and works to our greater good. Praise God for sunshine, love, laughter and joy on this beautiful day!

Orange, Pink and Blue

2011-02-13T18:57:00.001-05:00

Orange, pink and blue
Do you know what to do?
When the sky changes color
As the seasons shift gears
Energy rebounds, but the air is still cold
Not time to plant or swim or hike
Not time to sit and read by the fire.
But what time is the in-between time?
Orange, purple, white
As day descends to night
The days stretch longer
Cabin fever soars higher
What is my outlet?
To Write?

Short Story: Early Discharge

2011-01-25T14:15:00.003-05:00

“Get behind me/thee Satan,” I repeat. I step into the elevator and hit the button 1. I’m descending.

As the elevator hit each floor from 12 to 1, I repeat the mantra, “Get behind me Satan.”

Temptation is nothing new to me. I’ve been an alcoholic all my life and a food addict. But this time, I tell myself it will be different. Here I am, being released from the hospital. I’ve been detoxed, received outpatient, and spent 2 weeks in the psych ward. Still, voices in my head tell me to stop at the corner store before going home. I need groceries is the excuse. But the party store doesn’t exactly specialize in fresh produce. No, I’ll go straight home. Then, I can go back out if needed. Joe may have already got groceries anyway. The voice says, “No, he’s too stupid to think of that. He’s probably been feeding the kids fast food the whole time.”

I tell the voice to shut up and repeat my mantra. I’m in the parking garage, but can’t find my car. Probably because I didn’t drive here. I start digging through my purse for my cell phone. Then I remember I don’t have one anymore. I sold it for booze money. I head back to the parking garage elevator. The next thing I know, I’m lying on the ground and a large black man is running away from me with my purse in hand. I start to open my mouth to scream, but fear stops me. I remember there is no money in the purse. I used the last few dollars to buy myself a magazine in the hospital. I have no credit cards. I’ll have to get my license renewed. Oh yeh, it was revoked a few months ago when I was arrested again for drunk driving.

Have I anything left? As I stand up and go to the elevator, I spot an emergency phone. I pick it up and it connects to 911. I tell the dispatcher what happened and he tells me to go back into the hospital and wait at Admissions. I hit the button for the elevator and get in this time. As I start ascending, I remember one thing I have left. Hope. It’s just a small amount, but I can feel it in my heart, getting smaller by the minute.

I approach the Admissions desk. A tall red-headed woman with perfect makeup and a huge smile greets me. “Maggie?”

I nod.

“They called and told us what happened. Come with me.”

The nurse introduces herself as Carla and leads me to a small room. She hands me a bottle of water and motions for me to sit down.

I tell her what happened. She looks very concerned. She tells me I shouldn’t have been released without a ride home. The door opens and Joe comes in. He looks at me and says, “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” I reply with an undertone of anger.

“I thought you were being released at 4,” he says.
“
They let me go early,” I snap.

“Well, why didn’t you call?” he asks calmly despite my demeanor.

I have no response, but feel angry just the same. He should’ve been here.

The nurse looks at me with a knowing look.

I hang my head.

“I know we’ve recommended AA,” Carla says, “but I would also suggest you go to Al-Anon.”
I look at her questioningly. What the hell is Al-Anon I’m thinking.

“It’s a meeting to help you cope with your emotions. It’s for adult children or family/friends of alcoholics.”

“My mom was alcoholic,” I confess.

“Exactly. And you have the thinking patterns of growing up with the disease. You want to do everything yourself. You’re blaming your husband for not reading your mind. You are having thoughts of going back to drinking because the emotions are too much to bear. You need AA to stay sober, but you need Al-Anon to learn how to live again.”

Suddenly I feel like George Bailey in It’s A Wonderful Life as I say, “I want to live again.”

The police enter and I give them my report.

After they leave, Carla leaves Joe and me alone. I thank him for coming so quickly. I ask him about the kids, and I apologize for my temper.

He surprises me by telling me he’s already been going to Al-Anon and knows a great meeting where there’s more than one table, so we could both go. We hug and I give him a quick kiss.

He squeezes me tighter and says, “It will be all right.”

The hope is growing in my heart and suddenly I can’t wait until the kids get home from school and I can hear about their escapades. Then we’ll order a pizza for dinner. I’ll make a grocery list for tomorrow. But tonight, I’m going to an AA meeting. Tomorrow, I’m going to Al-Anon and AA.

“Let’s go,” I say.

“Wait a minute,” Joe says as he takes my hand. He starts reciting the Lord’s Prayer and I join in. “There, now we’re ready,” he says. And we are.

Those Tears Must be Shed

2011-01-17T09:48:00.000-05:00

When sorrow and grief pull you in,
Those tears must be shed;
When memories flood and storms threaten,
Tears must be shed;
When loss fills your heart with pain,
Those tears must be shed;
Loved ones you’ll never see again,
Those tears must be shed;
When the sky turns dark and clouds loom,
Those tears must be shed;
Thunderheads break open, spelling doom,
Those tears must be shed;
When the hole in your heart is larger than ever,
Those tears must be shed;
Seems you’ll miss them forever,
Those tears must be shed;
Your mind says if only and fills with regret,
Those tears must be shed;
You feel its as bad as it can get,
Those tears must be shed;
Dry those tears now and feel the relief
Of those tears you have shed;
You’ve expressed the sorrow and the grief
By those tears you have shed;
Embrace the joy of life;
Those tears you have shed;
Enough now of sadness and strife,
Those tears you have shed;
Enjoy life just in this minute,
Those tears you have shed;
Tomorrow may bring sadness in it,
Those tears you have shed
Are dry for now but will be back;
Those tears you have shed;
Be comforted by them, not be their lack;
Those tears you will shed
Will become a healing balm,
Those tears you will shed;
Bringing your soul peace and calm,
Those tears you will shed.

How can we imitate Mary's obedience?

2010-12-08T08:08:00.004-05:00

Consider how Mary did not attempt to take up her son's cross. She let him carry it. Perhaps this was her hardest obedience to God, even harder than her "yes" when the angel told her she would bear a son. But just think if she would've tried to eliminate her son's suffering. Jesus wouldn't have died and rose again to redeem the world! Instead, she stayed by him and endured his pain in her helplessness.

We often must do what is hardest and let our children experience the consequences of their actions. We do not do it coldly, but with compassion. We can give them medicine when sick, but sometimes there is no cure for their pain or they need to feel hurt when they have done wrong. No matter what the circumstance, we can always do as Mary did and bear their pain with them, supporting and loving them.

The TV god

2010-12-03T21:33:00.003-05:00

The TV is an easy god to serve. If you don't like something, just switch the channel. If you feel bad about yourself, you can always find someone worse to compare yourself to. If you're feeling too peaceful, you can always find a violent cop show to take care of that. If you just don't want to think, turn on one of the myriad mindless reality shows and watch people race to make cakes as if their life depended upon it. Now that's entertainment! But most of all, it's distraction.

So serve your god by spending at least 6 hours a day worshiping it or just sitting there. It doesn't require you to actually go out and do anything. The TV god never forces you to change, look at yourself or think about your life or how you contribute to society. Of course there are religious programs and thoughtful historical specials, but you can simply turn them off when they make you uncomfortable. Switch on a soap opera instead.

Yep, the TV is an easy god to serve. And if you leave it on all day you can block out all thought, creative processes and desire to live. You may feel an urge to buy a lot of fast food or expensive jewelry items, but those are the only major side effects (if you don't count avoiding life, helping others or keeping your priorities, morals and values straight). So watch away and serve your god...50-60 hours a week should do it and you wouldn't want to steal one of those hours to go to church--no your TV god might get jealous at that and you might find yourself actually thinking spiritual and moral thoughts! Best not to risk it...

A Thanksgiving Like No Other

2010-11-16T14:31:00.004-05:00

The table was set, the turkey in the oven, the TV tuned to the football game but where was everyone? They were in the nursery, looking at the newborn baby who wasn't expected to live. The one they said would die surely.

The mother had an ultrasound and was told the baby had serious problems and the heart was not developing properly. She wondered at this and said, "no" when advised to have an abortion.

Now her little girl lay asleep, her blond hair parted to the side, her rosy cheeks glowing. No one had said she'd be beautiful. They'd only spoke of her defects.

Lila didn't care, she had her perfect little girl and to celebrate the family was invited over for Thanksgiving. Her sister Beth insisted on cooking and Lila knew she must obey so soon after giving birth. But no one cared as the timer sounded and the rolls burned in the oven. The turkey got crunchier and the potatoes dissolved in boiling water. Everyone lingered over the crib as little Angie slept on her tummy, swaddled in a pink receiving blanket.

Beth sighed and said, "Better check the dinner." But still she lingered until the smoke alarm beckoned her to the kitchen. Expletives sounded from that direction and Maggie, eldest of the three sisters, tore her gaze from the babe and ran to the kitchen.

Potatoes runny, rolls well done, turkey dry but no one cared. Everyone talked of Angie who slept on through the raucus of the loud football game and clattering of dishes in the kitchen sink.

The women hastily cleaned the kitchen and return to the crib. Angie stirred and cried.

Prayers

2010-09-20T08:33:00.003-04:00

I am powerless to change the way others think. Lord, grant me power to correct my thinking when it's stinking.

Help me to stop trying to fool others and myself.

Lord, help me to stop trying to control life.

Lord, you have great promises for me--I need only love you.

Kip-peeeeeeeeeeeeeee

2010-08-17T17:59:00.003-04:00

Some dogs are leg-lifters and some are squatters. My dog, Kipper, is a squatter. He runs outside full-force, hunches down and unleashes the contents of his bladder. He isn't dainty about it, yet he feels the need to squat instead of lift his leg. Maybe it's because he pees a gallon at a time and his leg would get tired out.

When Kipper was young, he would sometimes get excited when company came over. I swear to God he had just gone outside, but when my sister and husband came over for my son's birthday, Kipper forgot himself and left a lake in the kitchen. Thank God for ceramic tile.

Luckily, Kipper is cute, otherwise...

New Experiences

2010-06-10T18:23:00.003-04:00

My life is suddenly full of new experiences and opportunities. It's up to me to embrace these challenges and enjoy them! As I head into my new adventures, I know I will come out transformed. It is great to let go of the fear that used to accompany change and see every event as a necessary part of life and growth. I want to be always growing. That's where the excitement and spice of life lie.

A Class Act

2010-06-04T07:57:00.005-04:00

Class. The aftermath of a simple baseball game this past week demonstrated to us this virtue which encompasses grace, patience, acceptance, humility and kindness. Armando Galarraga, Detroit Tiger starting pitcher, was denied a Perfect Game Wednesday night when the call was missed by first base umpire, Jim Joyce. Galarraga smiled upon learning Joyce called the runner safe at first. The pitcher made the play himself, and knew the runner was out -- the last out of a perfect game. Armando let up no walks, no errors and of course, no hits. But he didn't throw down his glove, stomp his feet, yell or curse. Armando gracefully accepted Joyce's ruling. Furthermore, what class the pitcher showed after the game, not accusing the umpire but telling the media he knew himself he'd thrown a perfect game. The exhilaration shined in his eyes for the accomplishment he achieved. Galarraga didn't throw a perfect game for kudos, money or history. He simply went out and pitched his best.

Jim Joyce did his best, too. For some reason, he was distracted and looking at Cabrera, who fielded the ball, instead of watching first base. He's human, but he showed class too. First, in letting Cabrera jaw at him after the call and before what would come to be known as the 28th out of the game. Then, in a class act after the game, Joyce privately apologized to Galarraga.

The first thing Galarraga mentioned in the locker room interview was the umpire's apology. The pitcher could've whined and everyone would've nodded and offered condolences, but instead, he emphasized the apology.

The commissioner of baseball decided not to change the call and the debate around that could go on for days. But we cannot debate that 1) Galarraga threw a perfect tame, and 2) everyone demonstrated tremendous class. Tiger's manager, Jim Leyland, did not even complain after the game.

Joyce had the choice of not working the plate at the very next Tiger's home game, Thursday afternoon, but he chose to do it. Before that game, Armando chose to bring him the Tiger's scorecard. The Tiger's honored Galarraga with pre-game festivities. While clearly frustrated, the Tiger's fans and organization never became ugly. We in Detroit can be proud of our city--no matter what anyone else says--Detroit was the location of the biggest class act surrounding professional sports in as long as anyone can remember. While we may be disappointed in the outcome and ask why Armando was denied a perfect game, let's remember the example that was set for the country about how to treat one another, no matter what the stakes.

P.S. They may be talking about naming the replay in baseball the "Galarraga", but I think his name should forever be used when one is talking about sportsmanship. For that was his greatest achievement Wednesday night.

Happy Memorial Day!

2010-05-29T16:20:00.002-04:00

As we scarf down hot dogs, go swimming and relax, let's remember to honor our veterans who continue to protect the best country in the world!

An Ever Present Help

2010-05-25T16:41:00.004-04:00

Instead of focusing on what others want me to say and do, I need to simply ask myself, "What would Jesus say or do?"

Then I need to listen for God's answer in my heart.

My motives need to shift from people-pleasing to God-pleasing. What would serve God? What do I feel in my heart is right?

The Holy Spirit dwells within me and I need only tune into his urging.

As the song says, "Come Holy Ghost, Creator Blest, and in our hearts take up thy rest."

Kipper's Krunch

2010-05-19T08:39:00.006-04:00

My dog loves to eat vegetables and fruit! He actually begs for them more for meat or anything else. When I'm cutting up a salad or peeling an apple, I can be sure to find Kipper by my side, watching every movement. I "accidentally" drop a scrap of lettuce, carrot, or celery stalk and he's in heaven. I guess even dogs are health-conscious these days!

My Beliefs

2010-05-17T13:11:00.003-04:00

I believe that God is doing for me what I can't do for myself--taking away my will to control, providing money for me, providing work for me, providing people to love me and for me to love.

God loves me unconditionally. I don't need to earn his love. God's love doesn't fail. He always takes care of me--he always has and always will.

I believe I am a talented writer and that my books will get published.

Ponderings

2010-05-14T17:23:00.003-04:00

I appreciate being appreciated. But sometimes people let us down and life moves on. It's part of the deal. Still, it doesn't make it hurt less.

All That A Mother Does and Doesn't Do

2010-05-07T15:17:00.006-04:00

All that a mother does and doesn't do...

She picks up a crying baby when she wants to sleep.

She cleans up puke when she wants to throw up.

She goes to soccer when she'd love a pedicure.

She buys gogurts when she wants a gourmet meal.

She shows you how to dust when it'd be easier to do it herself.

She helps you with math when she desires a long hot bath.

She buys you new shoes when she wants new sandals.

She makes you hot dogs when she'd like to be served.

She asks you nicely when she wants to demand.

She says "please" when tempted to say, "Just do it!"

She picks up the phone when you call even if she's watching her favorite show.

She shows you how to cook even when you've seen her do it a thousand times but weren't paying attention.

She apologizes for mistakes when raising you although she'd rather forget them.

She tells you she loves you and how proud she is of you and doesn't take credit for her part in it.

She challenges you to be your best, but doesn't take over your life.

She points out your good qualities when you find none.

She says no when it's hard and yes when it's even harder.

But most of all, a mother loves you unconditionally.

Goodbye Ernie Harwell

2010-05-05T10:12:00.003-04:00

Here's a re-post of the blog I wrote in September, 2009. It is fitting as Ernie passed away last night.

“Eat ’em up Tigers, eat ’em up!” The African American man is an icon to the Detroit Tigers’ fans. He serenades my son and me as we hurry to Comerica Park to watch our beloved team play another game in their quest for the Pennant. He appears to be in his late fifties or early sixties with hair slightly graying and a wrinkled but always smiling face. He lacks the faraway gaze of a drug addict or the swagger of a drunk. He appears to be homeless, but his clothes do not draw your attention. You focus on his face and the big plastic blue fist he wears with the old English D. In the fist he holds a plastic disposable cup. He shakes the cup up and down and the coins inside provide the rhythm for his song, “Eat ’em up Tigers, eat ’em up.” As far as we know he has made up the ditty but it’s rather catchy. We are in a hurry on the way into the game, so I mention to my son that I will give the man some change on our way out. We know he will be there. He always is. My 10-year old son Matt calls him the “Eat ’em up Tigers guy.”

We get to the game just in time to watch the B-17 aircraft fly overhead. Then the game starts. Ernie Harwell is there to give his farewell speech. Just last week, Ernie was diagnosed with terminal cancer. He is 91. They say the cancer is inoperable and he has chosen not to receive treatment. Ernie is another icon in Tiger’s history. A broadcaster for the Tigers longer than I’ve been on this earth, he is known in Detroit as the Voice of the Tigers. He comes out, and in typical Ernie fashion quiets the crowd by holding his hands up. His humility is evident as he thanks the Tiger’s organization and the crowd over and over again. He makes no mention of his career or what he has accomplished, not even a hint. All he wants to do is thank us. Wait a minute; don’t we owe the thanks to you Ernie? For years of displaying integrity, honesty, loyalty, love, dedication, and good humor. Ernie taught us how to laugh even when times are tough. He showed us how to hang in there and how to always support our team. The fans in Detroit do not boo their own players. We respect our team and we owe Ernie for this attitude.

The Tigers are losing for most of the game, but make a come-back in the late innings to take the lead. It’s getting late and it’s a school night so Matt and I head out. Even though the game is not over, Eat ’em up Tigers guy is there, just as we knew he would be. I observe a fan conversing happily with him. Perhaps the fan is telling him how it pleases him to see him there every game and how he respects him for his quiet way of entertaining the crowd but never begging for applause. Kind of like Ernie. I get out some coins and my son does the same. Matt asks me to put his change in. I drop all the money in the cup.

Eat ’em up Tigers guy looks me in the eyes and says, “Thank you.”

I want to say, “No thank you,” but I don’t. Next time I will say it because you never know when the last time might be that you see someone.

As we say goodbye to Ernie, let us look around at the examples of humility and love right in our midst. I suggest we use that respect Ernie taught us and show it to all those we meet today. Let us not judge, scold, or criticize anyone. Instead, let’s appreciate all of our God-given talents and use them to spread a little joy, like Ernie did.

A Quote to Share

2010-04-25T12:41:00.001-04:00

The future you shall know when it has come; before then, forget it.
-- Aeschylus

Count One for the Good Guys

2010-04-23T12:52:00.003-04:00

I usually don't blog on sports, but can't resist this one. The Ottawa Senators were facing elimination from the Stanley Cup Finals last night. They came back in Triple Overtime to beat the highly--and I mean HIGHLY--overrated Pittsburgh Penguins and Sidney Crosby. Sad to say I wasn't able to stay up until the wee hours to catch this one, but am happy to imagine the stunned silence in the Penguins arena. Hmmm, looks like someone other than Crosby is capable of heroics after all. Go figure!

Spring Evening

2010-04-21T18:46:00.005-04:00

The smell of rain drifts in through the open door, carrying the promise of summer flowers. The air is cooler and fresh. The rain is coming to make all things new again. The tulips and tree blossoms bounce in the wind, playing along with the gentle weather change. The sunny balmy day is replaced by a cool evening.

Nature cooperates so easily with God's plan, can we go with the flow, too?

Tulips

2010-04-14T13:26:00.013-04:00

Tulips purple, yellow, red
Standing in my flower bed
Beckon birds to come and sing
Of color, life and joy of spring!

Making It Happen

2010-04-09T13:32:00.003-04:00

To be successful at anything, consistency is the key. I can't show up at Church once a year and expect to live a Christian life. I can't write once a week and expect to be a writer. I can't go to a 12th Step Meeting "when I can" and expect to recover. I can't exercise only when the sun shines if I want to be in shape. I have to make regular efforts at the things that lead to my growth for improvement to take place. This means commitment and routine. Once I develop a routine, these things soon become a habit.

How do I know? Because this is how I've experienced change in my own life.

Kipper's Kanine Kraziness

2010-04-06T18:16:00.005-04:00

It's been a while since I blogged about my Brittany, but he's been rather inspiring now that the weather is nicer...

My neighbor put up a white privacy fence this past fall and Kipper discovered a new past time: trying to dig a hole under the fence. Yesterday we found a hole about a foot in circumference and depth.

So we put a board over the hole. Today, Kipper found yet another past time for when he is outdoors: knocking over the garage trash can and eating popsicle wrappers. His breath is rather sweat smelling, but I think his plastic binging brought on the vomit he produced on the living room bay window while my husband was busy picking up his doggie doo doo in the backyard. And here I thought it was the lettuce Kipper ate yesterday...

But his vegetable addiction will have to wait for a future blog. In the meantime, pray for me. It is only through God's grace that the dog is still alive and loved.

Happy Easter

2010-04-04T18:03:00.003-04:00

Today we celebrate the new birth we have all been promised by Christ's death and resurrection. God so loved the world that he gave his only son, not just to be with us but to suffer and die for us. There is no better reason to celebrate!

Alleluia! He is risen!

The Abortion Scam

2010-03-29T15:42:00.004-04:00

It promises you freedom, but binds you
Your soul aborted for convenience.
A life you will never know,
A grace you did not accept,
A promise broken,
An act you cannot undo,
Your selfishness imprisons you;
Only you hold the key--
Seek forgiveness in your God;
Confess your wrong and tell others.

Mom's Birthday

2010-03-28T18:56:00.002-04:00

Cups of tea now cold
Laughter faded in the walls
No more time to talk.

The Blind Side Review

2010-03-25T14:55:00.005-04:00

Wondering what movie to rent this weekend: I recommend the Blind Side for everyone!

Most people who know me are aware that I am not a big football fan which is why they might be surprised to find out that The Blind Side—a movie about an African-American football player—is one of my favorite movies in the last several years. First of all, this is not a film about football. I was concerned when the opening scene was a breakdown of a football play that I didn’t understand, but the southern female accent of the narrator caught my attention. For the next 100 minutes, I was riveted by a true story of loyalty, family values, love, perseverance and humanity. In a world of plastic supermodels and violence being served up on a platter by every other new release, along came a movie with depth and reality—not the “reality” of shows like Survivor that question our intelligence as viewers. I’m talking about real characters with feelings, dilemmas and most of all an overriding moral compass. The film is never preachy, but through its real life characters—humans with quirks and faults—it shows us how anyone can make the difficult decision to do the right thing.

Michael—a huge African-American whose moniker is Big Mike to those on the street—is enrolled in an all-white Christian high school by a friend who wants to give him a chance. The courage to walk into the classroom reveals Mike’s courage and his perseverance. Withdrawn, barely talking or interacting, he still shows up.

Contrasted to this poor black youth is the white, well-to-do, suburban family of four. The mother, Leigh Anne, works outside the home and her husband owns several fast-food restaurant chains. Leigh Anne appears slightly shallow at first, but then we see her love for her youngest child as they leave from the Thanksgiving play and talk with him about his acting abilities, joking gently about his Native American headdress. Here is a family comfortable with each other, flaws and all. They stick together. Thus when Leigh Anne sees Michael walking in the rain in November in short sleeves and shorts, she tells her husband to pull over. We watch her question her decision to let the youth—who is virtually a complete stranger—sleep on their couch. But soon, she starts seeing how much Michael has to teach her.

The next day is Thanksgiving and we are amused as Michael takes his food to the dining room table to eat while the family grabs a plate of turkey and heads for the TV. Leigh Anne decides he has the right idea and gathers the family to the table. Then she says Grace, thanking God for all the blessings they have. We see true gratitude in the eyes of Michael. Leigh Anne doesn’t quite understand the extent of his poverty. In a later scene, when he reveals that he has never had his own bed, she is touched deeply and quickly leaves the room so that he doesn’t see her tears.

Throughout the film, Leigh Anne wears a diamond cross pendant. No matter what other jewelry or what she is wearing (which is usually quite classy and expensive), the cross is always visible on her neck. While not gaudy, we are drawn to the cross. The cross is made of diamonds to symbolize the fact that Christ’s Cross can never be destroyed. Without telling us this, we know that it is the cross that ultimately motivates her to give up her friends who don’t approve of her choices and to embrace Michael—whom her family needs as much as he needs them.

We see that Leigh Anne is a good mother, reading to her children, attending their school and sporting events and applauding their accomplishments. We do not judge her for getting dinner from Taco Bell anymore than we judge Michael for being born to a crack-addict. She is a high-strung, high-energy woman who learns to slow down a little and become more humble and accepting, following Michael’s lead. We witness her metamorphosis to a more gentle, loving and caring individual. It is easy for her to be generous with money, which is in abundance in her life, but we watch as she learns to become generous with her spirit.

A wonderful example of a marriage based on love and understanding is presented in the film. We see that marriage can be a struggle, but we see how communication, acceptance and a sense of humor infuse their union with the support they need to make moral decisions. We see them having fun together and standing by each other, even through disagreements.

Leigh Anne’s inclusion of Michael in the Christmas family photo brings tears to our eyes and shows what true family means. Likewise, Michael demonstrates protectiveness and loyalty to his family when he physically protects his new brother from getting injured in a car accident. He becomes a great football player because he is able to translate that protective loyalty to his team.

Michael reveals how he used denial to cope with his birth mother’s addiction—he would literally close his eyes. He still has flashbacks and is affected by his childhood. We understand that, but we also see that survival and success on all levels is attainable, regardless of the past.

Michael’s tutor tells him he must trust her if he wants to get good grades. He is able to do this and follows his tutor’s instructions with ease. But his trust in Leigh Anne is tested. We can imagine how many times he trusted his birth mother to be only disappointed again. He is challenged to trust that his new mom is not just providing for him so he will play football for her alma mater. She confronts him and he makes the decision to trust her. In this moment, we see that he has also decided to trust himself. He has shown loyalty to his birth mother, trying to find her. But now he has been shown loyalty by his new mother. It is this loyalty that he will return to his family.

The Blind Side celebrates the triumph of the human spirit over the disease of the world—addition, greed and violence. The movie is a celebration of the human spirit and exemplifies how living Christ’s example of serving others can change the world.

Just Be

2010-03-16T19:35:00.006-04:00

Why are we so addicted to doing? As women, we like to add to our to-do list. It's as if we are all wearing a plain crown, and the things we do add jewels to that crown.

I have to remind myself daily, that I am the jewel. God made me in his image. He knows every hair on my head, the gray ones and the dyed ones! He loves me first and foremost. It is important to do good works and to fulfill my responsibilities as a wife and mother, but I also need to take time to just be!

I don't have to keep trying to find more and more to fill up the calendar. I need to fill up my tank--which means I need exercise, proper nutrition, rest, relaxation and fun!

It's not just about what the kids want to do. I love playing hockey, basketball and baseball with my kids. I do it because it's fun, not because I think I should do it. But I also like to go for bike rides and garden. These are activities that I do for me.

Then, I also take time to relax with a good book or a warm bath. I don't have to read the latest parenting article, but I can read something funny or different. I am learning to be a full person. I will never fit society's mold, because it doesn't fit me! The more I accept that and accept myself, the happier I become.

If I listen, God will show me where and how I need to do, but sometimes, I just need to be.

Have a great day--no matter what you do or don't do today!

Walking for Health

2010-03-13T12:43:00.003-05:00

I've been walking 20-30 minutes 4-6 times per week, even throughout the winter. As long as the snow wasn't deep, I was able to get out and walk, even if it meant carefully walking in the street. On the snowy days, I was able to shovel for exercise. This has made a great difference in my moods this winter. Bundle up and walk...it's amazing how it clears the mind and soothes the soul.

Exercise--for Fun

2010-03-10T11:07:00.003-05:00

Exercise has to be fun for me to be interested. Last year, I found water aerobics. I always considered this to be a class for seniors that was too easy for me. I was wrong. Water aerobics is very challenging and enjoyable, with the right instructor. Basically, you are doing aerobics in the water, but it is low impact on your joints because of the water and at the same time it is twice as much impact for your muscles. Our instructor uses different music and routines every week. If you live in downriver Michigan, check it out: the classes are held at Southgate Anderson High School and in Riverview. Lisa Henri is the instructor's name.

Food Pyramid

2010-03-07T09:49:00.005-05:00

Many people have asked me how I've trimmed down over the past year. Well, I've followed the long-proven method of food intake control and daily exercise. I track my food using the FDA-approved food pyramid. This is an online service. It's free and they don't sell your name or send you spam. You fill out a simple profile and it calculates your recommended daily intake of calories as well as quotas for each food group.

It helps me stay accountable to what I'm putting in my mouth and means that I can still eat everything, but now I track it. Over time, it's led me to eat healthier and to be more creative about food. I'm actually enjoying what I eat a lot more. It has left me feeling freer because I no longer have to debate every piece of food in my head. I can log it in before I eat it and see if it's worth it.

Check it out:
http://www.mypyramidtracker.gov/planner/index.aspx

I'll talk about my exercise regime in a coming post.

2010-02-27T11:21:00.005-05:00

I am giving up people-pleasing for Lent. God has given me plenty of opportunities to observe this behavior since Ash Wednesday. Now I'm working on changing the behavior. One thing I've decided is that if I want to say something only to please someone else, I need to say the opposite, which is what I really need to say. I've put a stop valve on my true thoughts, which originate from God, for too long. I've asked God to remove the people-pleasing, that means I have to do the footwork. Darn!

Giving up meat on Fridays means I'm obsessed with hamburgers, chicken, and lunch meat until I can eat them on Saturday. And I'm not even a big meat eater! But I just wolfed down several pieces of ham and salami (thank God they were sliced thin).

OK, I also gave up potato chips. Since then, I've been having dreams about the crisp, oily, salty delicacies that satisfy my snacking craving.

My Lenten goal to increase prayer, including family prayer time, has been very satisfying. This fills up where the sacrifices left off.

Take my survey or drop me a comment about what you are doing for Lent. Is it helping you grow closer to God?

Michigan Catholic Article

2010-02-19T14:07:00.011-05:00

Here's a link to my article in the Michigan Catholic.

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Snow Warrior

2010-02-15T18:50:00.002-05:00

Shoveling, scraping, sweeping, chipping
Plumes of smoke issue from his mouth
His small frame, bent over, lifting and dumping the snow
Knit hat and woolen gloves and black rubber boots
His gray hair peaks out and his glasses fog
Wrinkles now stiff with cold
He digs and moves and tosses it in the street
A valiant warrior wins the battle
Victorious, he puts away his shovel and heads to the door
He removes his gloves and takes off his boots
He looks out the window as he unzips his coat
Large white flakes descend before his eyes
The war isn’t over yet he mutters
Redresses and heads to battle again.

Who's Perfect?

2010-02-10T09:20:00.002-05:00

I have to accept my imperfection as a gift from God--it provides opportunity to learn, grow and mature.

Mistakes are a sign that I'm trying.

Error keeps me humble.

Confusion reminds me that only God has all the answers.

Dollar Store

2010-02-01T14:36:00.005-05:00

Another one of my flash fiction stories has been published online!

Check out "Dollar Store" at http://www.ladybugflights.com/featured.htm#FEATUREFICT

Stuff

2010-01-31T12:35:00.002-05:00

Having less stuff doesn't make me less than; rather, it gives me more freedom, more space, more time and makes life less complicated and more meaningful.

The pursuit of things doesn't enrich me. The pursuit of developing myself to be the best person inwardly--more like Jesus--is what enriches me.

Out with the Old

2010-01-24T17:57:00.003-05:00

I don't have the old outfits to wear anymore. I've changed and have new clothes to put on. There's no going back.

Clothing to me is like attitudes. We choose what to wear everyday. Once I've cleaned out the closets and donated or thrown away the clothes that are ruined, too big, too small or that I simply don't want anymore, I can't wear them again. What of attitudes? I can banish the attitudes of self-doubt, criticism, pessimism, cruelty, sarcasm and ridicule. They don't fit me anymore, so why hold on to them? Are they like the old pair of jeans that I'll never wear again because even if they do fit again one day, they'll be out of style. Why not discard the attitudes now like the sweater that itches me? Then I don't have to wonder why I'm so uncomfortable when I put them on again.

A new wardrobe of faith, hope, love, charity, optimism, energy, tolerance, humor, kindness, patience and forgiveness is much more flattering and comfortable. If I accessorize with a smile, I'm sure to make the best fashion statement yet!

January Morning

2010-01-16T09:35:00.004-05:00

A strange cloud hangs over me this morning. I feel gray like the skies outside on this gray January day. Piles of dirty snow. Wet pavement. The quiet of a cold, damp morning in Michigan.

I long for the sun and the sound of birds. I miss the flowers blooming and green grass. I wish to look upon blue skies.

A few lingering Christmas decorations at the house across the street mock me. Christmas is over. No more bright lights to shine against the gray.

But what of my light within? Shall I hold it captive? Why not smile and rejoice in the gifts of today? A warm cat on my lap. The comfort of a cup of coffee. Anticipation of seeing friends and family. A loving husband and kids who fill my happy home. A faithful God who stands by me, even in my grumpy moods.

Dark clouds of thought be gone! Now, I hear a bird chirp. I smile to myself.

Special Invitation

2010-01-10T20:24:00.000-05:00

I invite you to read my book of winter poems at

Bible Quote

2010-01-07T22:11:00.002-05:00

James Chapter 3, Verse 12

"God is the only lawgiver and judge. He alone can save and destroy. Who do you think you are, to judge your fellow man?"

A thought

2010-01-02T15:09:00.003-05:00

How confused we become when we only judge our actions by other people's reactions.

We give them the power to judge us and we internalize that judgment.

We say things like, "I can never win. Everything I do is wrong."

We lump together times we are truly at fault with times others have disapproved of our actions because we have made them uncomfortable.

2009

2009-12-30T09:58:00.005-05:00

As we close one year and approach a new year, we reflect on where we've been and how far we've come.

Personally, this year has been a journey of trust.

I've learned to rely on God to provide for all my needs. But first, I had to ask. The action of prayer and asking for specific help from God meant that I had to do my part.

I couldn't be like the man who prayed for God to rescue him from drowning but refused the life preserver, the boat, and the helicopter. If I was to ask God, it meant I had to do my part and trust God with the rest. This has been an awesome lesson for me.

Trusting God to provide also meant feeling worthy of receiving God's blessings instead of believing as I always did that I had to earn everything.

With this growth comes the realization that I will never do it 100% perfect, 100% of the time. But when I look back at the year, I see how my faith has increased and my priorities have changed for the better.

Next year will hold even more lessons because I am willing to grow.

Take a look at where you've grown this year and enjoy it.

The new year will present it's own challenges and if we're willing to grow, we will improve--without any resolutions.

Jingle Pooch to the Tune of Jingle Bell Rock

2009-12-19T09:43:00.001-05:00

Jingle pooch, jingle pooch, jingle pooch Kip
Jingle tags swing and harness does ring
Sniffing and pulling and bushels of fun
Now the jingle pooch has begun

Jingle pooch, jingle pooch, jingle pooch Kip
Jingle tags chime in jingle bell time
Dancing and prancing and sniffing the air
With a doggy stare.

What a bright time, it’s the right time
To walk the pooch today

Jingle bell time is a swell time
To go walking in the park I say
Giddy up jingle pooch don’t you go poo
Jingle around the park

Mix and mingle with the other dogs too
That’s the jingle pooch
That’s the jingle pooch
That’s the jingle pooch bark!

Excerpt from Surviving and Thriving after Job Loss

2009-12-17T15:55:00.007-05:00

This is a short excerpt from my manuscript Surviving and Thriving after Job Loss.

The true breakthrough came when I realized that more than just being a writer, what I really wanted to do was to inspire and give hope to others as well as to myself. When I write my stories and they turn out with a happy ending, I am reinforcing in myself hope for all of humanity. This may sound corny, but all my life experiences, good and bad have led me to this place of being an author of inspirational works. Losing my father, growing up with alcoholism and abuse, and finding recovery all led me to discover the power within myself that comes from God. Only by connecting myself to this power, do I become able to realize my true potential. Just as each job kept leading me back to writing, so my life circumstances keep leading me to stronger dependence upon God. When I was in my thirties and forties and facing the pain of my childhood, it took a lot of faith in God to get through it all. But as I faced the emotions and the pain, I was able to let go of the hurt, to forgive others and myself, and to find in myself a wealth of power and energy from God, power that I didn’t know existed. I had buried my creative forces for years in my efforts to repress my emotions. As I let those emotions out, I also let out the creative forces that led me to being a great author. Going through the pain made me realize how much we all go through and how much we have to face to get on with our lives. Only by learning to face reality do we become able to realize our full potential!

Thank You

2009-12-16T10:15:00.003-05:00

Thank you to everyone who sent me birthday wishes. I placed all the cards in the center of the kitchen table and felt overwhelmed with love.

Nativity Meditation

2009-12-09T13:46:00.003-05:00

In Your weakness was great power.

In Your vulnerability, You were exalted.

In Your humility, Your strength.

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2009-12-01T14:31:00.006-05:00

Buy, Buy, Buy!
Spend, Spend, Spend!
Is anyone else tired of the holiday crunch for our cash?

I can't open my inbox without finding 5 or more emails vying to separate my bills from my wallet.

Every website, blog, or whatever is always trying to sell me something. Can you just give me a break?

Could we all slow down a little bit and spend some time with our families: talk to each other and be together? Could we spend dinner together instead of money?

Okay, I feel better now. Thanks for letting me vent! And it didn't cost you anything. And you can reply for free too! :-)

O Christmas Tree

2009-11-28T09:59:00.003-05:00

As we decorate the Christmas tree, I am flooded with memories of years past. My kids, toddlers, putting all the decorations on the bottom of the tree. My husband and I meticulously decorating our first tree. Placing bulbs on a pine tree with my mother and taking in the heady aroma.

Now I stand with my kids on either side of me and my husband looks on relishing the moment. I decide to savor it as well. Christmas music plays in the background and we take out the ornaments from preschool, first grade, fourth grade, and the bulbs we've had for years. We laugh at some of the ornaments that have seen better days. My husband asks if I have the ones up with the pictures of us, the kids, the pets, and of course the one of my mom. I say they are all there. We hang candy canes, bulbs, and an assortment of trinkets. When we are done, the tree sparkles. But it's not the items on the tree that makes it beautiful, it's the time spent together creating something unique. True, some of the ornaments have been around over 15 years, but the tree never looks the same. And it is the cooperative effort to create the Christmas tree that makes it so beautiful.

The warm glow that fills our heart when we look at the tree comes because of the love that we put into it. So, it's true that the foundation of the warmth of the holiday season comes because of memories of all the years past, but mostly from what happened so many centuries ago when God loved the world so much to send us his son.

This feeling of abundant love is what I want to hold with me as we approach Christmas. As I give it, so it multiplies.

This Thanksgiving

2009-11-25T11:11:00.005-05:00

It is great to be loved. I am grateful for all the people who love me and for all those I love.

G od
R elationships
A rt
T alent
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F riends
U nity
L ove

Happy Thanksgiving!

Kipper's Shenanigans

2009-11-22T20:51:00.006-05:00

Kipper is getting ready for the holidays. He's practicing his sad eyes, head between his paws, I'm so neglected routine. He lifts his head to look at you and lets out a big sigh. Then he puts his head back down.

He's also working on his big goofy dog, don't forget about me Santa act. Lying on his back, flopping from side to side and then stopping with his paws sticking out in the air, his head cocked to one side, and one big floppy ear covering his eye. He stares out like he's not noticing you, but really he's trying to get your attention.

Well, Kip we'll try to manage some leftover turkey for you. If not, there's always Christmas!

2009-11-21T10:29:00.003-05:00

It would be appropriate to trust in God instead of some phony set of rules I created for myself.

So I pray,
Lead me Lord today that your will may be done through me. Help me let go of outcomes and focus on the next right thing as guided by you. Help me remember that I can choose flowers or manure and that I'm not responsible for what others choose. Help me to honor you above all things.

Holiday Reflection

2009-11-16T11:00:00.005-05:00

The black outline of the maple tree silhouettes against the pale pink and blue sky. Then the pink fades quickly. The sky is robin-egg blue. Night falls quickly in November. The days seem to pass faster as we accelerate toward the holidays. With every day giving us less sunlight, we feel the rush to get ready for the holidays. The shorter days seem to tell us time is running out.

But the long nights give us time to reflect, relax, and pray. We have time to think about all that scurrying. What can we let go of this year to give us more time to enjoy the season? Perhaps we will spend our time writing personal notes in our Christmas cards instead of buying so many presents. Maybe the gift of ourselves would mean more than a trinket, gadget, or the latest QVC special.

Tiger the Cat

2009-11-12T14:58:00.009-05:00

Tiger was complaining that he wanted his own blog saga like Kipper. I told him he couldn't have one because all he does is sleep all day. Not enough material. He yawned at this and gave me the typical cat stare which translates to, "You are so full of it."

Then he jumped off my lap and went to lie down in the window to soak up the sun. I don't think he even wanted his own blog, it was just something to meow about.

Living Up to My Potential

2009-11-10T09:31:00.004-05:00

Just for today I am making a decision to get my light out from under the bushel basket and let it shine for all to see! I have kept it hidden, or doused it, or covered it with a shade for too long. God has blessed me with gifts and talents. He has done so that I might share them with others. When I feel myself backing down and wanting to shy away from my potential, I will ask God to be with me and help me persevere.

I will be proud of my accomplishments today. I will be grateful for all I have been given and am yet to experience. I will expect abundance, joy, and peace. I will remember that it helps no one to try and be less than. Instead, I will be who God intended. I will face the possibility of overwhelming myself and others.

Michigan Writers' Group

2009-11-06T14:42:00.008-05:00

Are you interested in meeting with other writers and sharing your work? Are you looking for healthy feedback about your writing in a positive environment? Do you enjoy meeting others with the same goals?

If so, I have great news for you! A Downriver Writers' Group is now forming. The first meeting will be on Tuesday, November 17th at 6:30 PM at the Melvindale Library.

Reply to this blog (or email hecmanczukl@live.com) if interested in attending.

Expectations

2009-11-03T09:32:00.003-05:00

It's about not allowing my own unrealistic expectations to rule me: expectations that things need to look a certain way, be on a certain timetable, or cost a certain amount.

I need to let go of expectations about how productive I need to be or how I need to look or how happy I can be. Instead, I can be open to what God offers.

I can eliminate the expectation that I have to have a daily allowance of misery or work harder and harder.

Just for today, I will let go of these unreasonable expectations of myself.

Kipper's Kostume

2009-11-01T10:15:00.003-05:00

Kipper loves getting dressed up for Halloween. I first experienced this last year when he started getting excited as the four of us were getting dressed. I found a shirt from an old ninja costumes my kid's had and put it on him. He was so proud! He pranced around and sat for pictures.

This year it was more hectic and I was already costumed and the kids had gone out. Kipper sat in the window watching the trick or treaters. When a break in the action came, I went into the closet where I keep clothes to donate or for the next garage sale. I found a Dallas Cowboy's jersey-type T-shirt with T. Owens on the back. I brought it out and Kipper sat at attention. He let me pull his arms through the sleeves. Later my husband added devil horns on the back of his neck and declared him "Terrible Terrell Owens". Terrell was cut by Dallas in May of this year and now he was back with a vengence!

Let the Kids Enjoy Themselves!

2009-10-30T13:57:00.004-04:00

I live in a safe neighborhood. I know many of my neighbors. My kids are going trick or treating in a group. They know not to go in anyone's house. So, why should I pay to take them to "Trunk or Treat" or to some indoor Halloween party. We had the fun of going trick or treating door to door. Why deprive our kids of this fun?

If you have a toddler or very young child, I understand the convenience of "controlled" or "limited" trick or treating at pumking patches, etc.

But for kids over 7, let them have fun!

My kids are making their own costumes this year too. What's this new fad that everyone goes to the store and spends $20-$30 on a piece of fabric. It takes all the fun out of the costumes.

I always dress up to give out candy and the kids love it.

So carve your pumpkin, cook the seeds, let the kids make their costumes, and let them go out and have fun. Let's rebuild our community. And yes, someone stay home and give out candy.

The Miracle of the Harness

2009-10-26T18:10:00.005-04:00

Kipper has always been a little, shall we say, boisterous when walking him. Basically, I would take him for a walk, he would pull on the lead, sometimes pulling the leash right out of my hands. Like the time he pulled it and it got caught on the black rubber landscaping material of my neighbor's yard. I'm not sure the neighbor lady appreciated it. We were actually able to catch him that time.

So, after having to go the doctor for recurring knee issues, I decided not to walk him anymore.

Six months later, Kipper developed very dry skin around his neck. This area was aggravated by his collar. Someone suggested using a harness instead of a traditional collar. After figuring out the various attachments, I got it on him. Reading the manual, the harness promised to make control of your dog when walking him a breeze. I decided to try it out. To my amazement, Kipper could no longer pull me off my feet when he saw a dog within 200 feet of us!

So, I've started walking him again. Usually he doesn't even try to pull. When he does get excited and pulls, he ends up doing what resembles a somersault with a twist. Nadia Comaneci would be proud. Finally, after all these years, it is possible to walk my dog without having to worry about those pricey surgery bills.

A Little Prayer

2009-10-23T09:53:00.004-04:00

Lord, you take care of me regardless of my level of trust. But if I trust in you, my life becomes simpler, easier and less stressful. I don't complicate it with worry, busy work and fretting because I am at peace. I've freed myself to enjoy life.

Thank you Lord for all the gifts you have given me and all the blessings you continue to bestow. I ask your blessings over all my friends and family.

I pray especially for my mother in-law and father in-law as well as for my friend Gerry, recently diagnosed with terminal liver cancer.

Amen.

Kipper Installment

2009-10-20T13:24:00.005-04:00

Dogs, like us, are creatures of habit. Here are some of Kipper's more interesting ones.

Kipper, likes to play air guitar. When he gets an itch on his underbelly, he takes his back leg and moves it back in forth as if to scratch himself, but he can't actually reach the spot. He keeps doing it any way.

When Kipper is in the house and excited, he walks around the dining room table over and over again, like an Indian doing a war dance around the fire.

Like most dogs, Kipper loves affection. One of his most annoying habits is to present his snout to your hand when you are not paying attention and he does it just right so that your finger ends up his nose. It's rather disgusting.

Speaking of affection, Kipper is very jealous. If the cat comes on my lap, Kipper makes his way over, sits down, looks at me with those big brown eyes and whines (or talks), saying, "Hey, spread some of that over here." He is also jealous when Steve and I are without the kids and in the living room having a good conversation. He starts whining or turning circles. When he's in that mood, if I ask him if he has to go out, he just stares at me dully. If Steve asks him if he wants to be poked in the eye with a sharp stick, or anything else, he starts wagging his stub and dancing in circles. It doesn't matter what Steve says to him or the tone of voice, Kipper indicates he wants to do something with Steve. I can ask him all excited, "Want to go out boy?!" and he'll turn his head to Steve.

On the other hand, when it comes to discipline, Kipper listens better to me than Steve. So I don't know who is the master. Well, actually I do know. If I really think it over, all the history, everything that's happened, yes I do know. It's Kipper.

God Provides

2009-10-19T11:19:00.004-04:00

When I've lost my way and think God isn't listening,
God provides,
When I let go of trying to control,
God provides,
When I give up my plans and schemes,
God provides,
When I ask for help despite my fears,
God provides,
When I see no way out,
God provides,
When I surrender and listen,
God provides,
When I keep doing the next right thing,
God provides.

Tenderness of a Dog

2009-10-16T08:27:00.003-04:00

Kipper comes and sits by me in the morning. He regards me with his big brown eyes. He doesn't try to speak so early in the morning, but uses his eyes to tell it all. He holds nothing back. Kipper tells me he loves me, is grateful for my love, wishes I would sit with him all day, wants to go out exploring and that he will always be loyal to his family. He sits quietly, enjoying the stroking of his neck, ears and face. His nose is cold and his fur is fluffy. I can tell he feels sleepy, but still he sits until I lift my hand away to pick up my basket of books. Then he jumps in the window. He lets me go on with my day, but I can be sure that the next time I sit on the couch or walk in the door, he will come to me and greet me, offering himself for another session of soothing.

God's Will

2009-10-14T13:52:00.005-04:00

I don't have to keep doing. I only have to be the instrument of God's will--an instrument of his peace. I only have to let it be done according to His will. I do not need the plan. I don't have to do it all. The greatest events in history: Jesus' birth and death were both passive from the human standpoint. Mary gave birth to Jesus, but did nothing to conceive him. Jesus was crucified although he did nothing directly to make it happen. He only prayed for acceptance of God's will. So it is with me. I simply have to be here and let God's will happen in my life.

Thoughts on Creativity

2009-10-13T18:32:00.003-04:00

When I try to force myself to create, the result is stale and flat. When I create from the heart--from a place of connection--the result is extraodinary, tremendous and beautiful.

Whether it's an apple pie, short story or a an arrangement of flowers, creation from the heart is always simple and magnificent. If I'm creating out of a sense of obligation or if I'm nurturing a resentment, I will struggle and the output will be somehow lacking.

Kipper's Socializing

2009-10-11T18:21:00.004-04:00

Kipper has a big, deep voice. He loves to bark. He loves to talk. He loves to sit in our large bow window and watch the people and dogs go by as they head to the park at the end of our block. The only problem for us is that he loves to bark at other dogs. It can be a great dane or a chi hua hua--if it belongs in the canine species--he wants to bark. After several years, he has finally learned that his human housemates do not admire the high-pitched incessant barking accompanied by the ramming of the large snout into the window. So, he tries to control himself. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. If' it's the pooch that lives on the corner, he cannot help himself. He has to let out at least one bark, before forcing himself from the window and proceeding to pace in circles around the dining room table. He tries so hard.

Another thing he likes to do is to "talk." When I come in after being gone for a while, he meets me at the door with a wagging tail, like most dogs. But what is unusual, is his verbal greeting. "Arooo" strangely sounds like "hello". He is also fond of saying, "Garooo, grooo, roo, rarh, rah." I think the meaning is something like, "I missed you so much."

For a while, Matt was learning the flutophone as part of his music class at school. When he would practice, Kipper would join in with high pitched singing or howling. Kipper also reacts this way to the sound that comes from hand-held video games or if any of us sings for more than a few moments.

Kipper's musical talents are not restricted to singing. He also likes to dance. His age keeps him from being able to stand on his back paws and present his front paws to you for a quick two-step around the living room like he used to. However, he still stands up, wags his tail and pants at you, indicating his desire to boogie. I think he really loves music and recognizes how it lightens the mood and relaxes all of us. His favorite is probably "Hey Bulldog," by the Beatles. "What d'ya say? I said Woof!"

Kipper's Kong

2009-10-08T18:25:00.003-04:00

Kipper's Kong and all his other dog toys are made of red, thick, hard rubber. There's a reason for that.

Once Steve (Kipper's dad) retired, he found himself home much more often. What started to become obvious was that Kipper could be left out of his crate for short periods of time--say 15 minutes without him wreaking havoc (see previous blogs about his diet of sofa's and armchairs). Eventually, we started leaving him for an hour or two.

Advancing age and the security of having someone home more during the day eventually led to Kipper's release from the crate. Call it probation, time off for good behavior or whatever you want. Kipper is now free.

Still, Kipper suffers from separation anxiety and everyone once in a while shows it. He has a particular fondness for my shoes. He ate my favorite black velvet pumps. He also ate his dog bed, socks, pillows and the ever popular paper bag. What is interesting is that his taste always varies. Anyway, we may be fools but we trust him now and put up with the occasional eaten sneaker as it makes our life so much easier to not have to bring him down to the basement and put him in his crate. I mean, we are so much happier being able to let him roam the house free. Are you buying it?

So Kipper has mellowed considerably. He's around 9 years old; so it is to be expected. But he still has plenty of antics up his sleeve (or fur, in his case). In future editions I'll tell you about his penchant for popcorn, his love of music and his yearning for speech.

Yes, Kipper's Kong is hard rubber because he chews, digests and voids any other type of material.

Kipper Kontinued

2009-10-07T14:40:00.005-04:00

So, for the most part, the beast was contained. Once in a while, someone would let their guard down, and he'd run the neighborhood, barking at little old men, getting in mud up to his chest in the creek, and just generally wreaking havoc on the neighborhood.

He became a legend. In other words, our neighbors know us as "you're the ones with the dog that gets loose." It's a heck of a reputation to live up to! But we do the best we can.

Kipper has always loved harassing our cats. Our cat Smokey died about a year after Kipper came to live with us. I don't really think it was a coincidence. Tiger came next and the two learned to pal around well. We thought we needed a buddy for Tiger to keep him company while Kipper was crated when we were at work/school during the day. We tried adopting a cat, but she was so thoroughly scared of Kipper that she crawled up into the ceiling in the basement. Once I tried to extract her, while she stationed herself atop the VCR to avoid the dog and found myself with two deep teeth marks in my hand. Later, we got Chips. But he and Tiger ended up having it out...that's another story for another time. Anyway, Kipper will frequently try to rile up Tiger, but in typical cat fashion, Tiger just gives him a look or makes himself scarce.

Just as we got into the routine of locking up the dog in similar fashion to how they keep the gold in Fort Knox safe, something changed. Steve retired and found himself home with the dog all day long.

What new metamorphosis would this bring about? Stay tuned...

Letting Go

2009-10-05T15:11:00.003-04:00

Last night, I wrestled with thoughts of finances swirling through my head. Sometime in the middle of the night to early morning, I surrendered to God.

I got out of bed refreshed and ready for the day. The financial concern which loomed so large yesterday resolved itself during the day, with no help from me. By taking my hands off, I allowed the miracle to take place.

Thank you God for once again taking care of me and matters beyond my control.

A wise person referred me to Psalm 131 and I would like to share it with you:

"Lord, I have given up my pride and turned away from my arrogance,
I am not concerned with great matters or with subjects too difficult for me
Instead, I am content and at peace,
As a child lies quietly in its mother's arms,
so my heart is quiet within me.
Israel, trust in the Lord now and forever!"

P.S., Stevie you were right--something worked out! :-)

Check It Out

2009-10-01T09:23:00.001-04:00

Please check out my story on Lady Bug Flights E-Zine: http://www.ladybugflights.com/

Lock Down

2009-09-29T09:31:00.003-04:00

Chain, check. Gate locked, check. Back door locked, check. Crate, check.

We thought we had Kipper secured now. We finally could go on vacation and not worry.

Renee came over to dog sit. She held his collar out the back and hooked him up to the chain as requested. Five minutes later she went out to let him in, but finds the chain with no Kipper on the end of it!

He had escaped again! She finally caught up with him, but wondered how he got off the chain. The problem was she had hooked the chain to the weaker loop on his collar that held his tags and he had used his brute strength to pull the loop free. Yes, my dog can bend and break metal!

So I added to the list of instructions to make sure you secure the chain to the heavy loop on his collar.

No worries to Kipper though. He next found out how to open the front door and get out. Or he would wait patiently for someone new to enter the house, see his chance to bolt through them before they closed the door, and out he went!

Keep screened door locked, check. Warn everyone who enters the house, "Don't let Kipper out!" Check.

Most of the time the above measures worked, but as they say, where there's a will, there's a way!

2009-09-27T22:32:00.005-04:00

The Tigers in '84,
Who could ask for more?

Tram, Sweet Lou, Lance, Lopez, and Chet,
Gibby, Morris, Evans, Willie--how good could it get?

35 and 5 the best start ever,
Gibby's home run seemed to go on forever.

The warm summer nights, the radio tuned to Ernie,
We followed each game and watched the highlights with Bernie.

You see, not all games were on TV back then,
We did have cable, but no ESPN!

The excitement kept brewing throughout the season,
Something to care about, they gave us a reason.

Our heroes came through and captured the ring,
It's 25 years later and we wonder what our Tigers will bring.

Another World Championship for a struggling city?
Or another loss like 2006--it wasn't very pretty.

Let's cheer on the Tigers and enjoy the ride,
No matter what happens, we'll take it in stride.

We love our dear baseball team through thick and through thin,
If they win it all like in '84, we'll proclaim "They did it again!"

Catch Me If You Can

2009-09-26T11:02:00.007-04:00

Alright, we've solved the problem of containing Kipper by buying a crate. Not so. One day, we let Kipper out back to do his business and the next thing we knew, he was gone! Further observation revealed that he jumped the neighbor's fence and escaped out their open gate.

Not wanting to install a privacy fence, we decided we would need to chain him when he goes out back. Ironically, this did not totally solve the problem. We soon discovered that he knew how to open the back screen door as well as the door on our sun room. Then he would use his long nose to lift the latch on the gate, and out he would gallop, like a thoroughbred in a race!

My husband, Steve, gave chase around the neighborhood. If he drove his car, Kipper would actually start running beside or behind the car, chasing Steve. Kipper could easily run 30 miles per hour in his youth! It was an amazing thing to watch as he ran across front yards up and down the neighborhood. Next he would head for the park for a dip in the dirty creek. Eventually he would get tired or Steve would trap him in a backyard and bring the naughty pooch back home. Kipper was never sorry for what he did--he would pant happily--proud of his latest adventure!

So we bought a lock for the gate and vowed to keep the sun room door locked. However, there is more than one way out of a house. Is there no end to Kipper's escaping abilities? So it seems...

Fall Evening

2009-09-26T10:55:00.000-04:00

The golden sunshine comes through the bow window, casting leaf-shaped patterns on the front door. A cool September breeze causes the leaf-shadows to dance like ghosts across the sky.

My orange cat sits contentedly upon the laptop case on the ottoman, watching the shadows cascade across the living room and enjoying the breeze.

Outside the window, the sun-catcher reflects the light as it twirls lazily.

Keeping Kipper

2009-09-23T14:51:00.000-04:00

A couple of days into ownership of Kipper the dog, it becomes obvious that we have made a major commitment and possibly a serious mistake.

A hole the size of a softball in the back cushion of a couch is hard to hide. Its only the third day of having Kipper in our lives, but I feel like he's walked in circles on my heart and settled in for good. Returning him to the shelter is out of the question.

I purchase some spray which is meant to keep animals off the furniture. We leave for a weekend trip. We are gone about 2 hours before my sister goes to my home to let Kipper out. She opens the door to piles of white fluff and a devoured recliner.

I talk about it, do some research, and decide to purchase a crate to keep Kipper in when no one is at home.

We set up the crate in the kitchen. When he pees in the crate, we decide to move it to the basement. When we come home to find him not in the crate, we purchase a lock for the crate. When we find Kipper has again escaped, I buy a chain lock normally used for bicycles and wrap it around the top of the crate to keep Houdini well-contained.

I seem to have solved the problem of chewed furniture. Our separation anxiety-ridden dog is now able to enter a Zen-like state in his crate while we are gone. Surely, life will go on peacefully now....if only I'd known...

A New Friend

2009-09-21T23:47:00.001-04:00

We walked into the animal shelter with heavy hearts. Beloved Buffy had passed away a week earlier, and we longed to hear the scampering of a dog in our home again.

The dogs barked and jumped as they vied for our attention. All but one pooch who sat still and simply regarded me with his big brown sad eyes. He had long reddish-brown ears that looked like silk. He was white with spots the color of his ears and a stub tail. I found out he was a Brittany Spaniel.

I knew Springer Spaniels were nice, calm, and well-behaved dogs. I figured this dog would be similar in temperament and obedience. After a quick walk outside (he seemed a little rowdy), his eyes got the best of me and I decided I wanted to take him home. We signed the paperwork and took him out to the van.

My oldest son was about 5. He was not immediately enamored with this new dog. My husband came up with the idea to name him Kipper, after the cartoon dog my son adored. My son seemed to take to him more now that we named him.

It seemed we'd found the perfect dog.

When we got home, we discovered he'd peed in the van. We chalked it up to first day jitters. But more surprises were in store as we started our adventure as the owners of Kipper...Stay tuned for the next installment.

Joy of Everyday Life

2009-09-21T10:29:00.000-04:00

The wind is howling. The door slams closed. Chimes sing outside my window. A train goes by in the distance. These are the things of my everyday life. A warm cup of tea. A partly sunny sky. The click of the keys as I type. The squeak of the space key. The joyful anticipation of the kids returning from school in an hour or so. A train whistle announces the train in the distance. It lasts long. Now the chimes repeat, intermixed with the tweet of the birds calling each other. The warmth of the sunroom. A comfortable chair. I look up and see my plants growing tall. The grass seems greener than yesterday. The screen around the gazebo billows in the breeze. Too windy to write out there today.

It is true that the little things in life can bring the greatest joy. A nutritious and delicious meal. A tulip opening. The dog sighing. The cat cleaning his paws contentedly. The bounce of the basketball as the neighbor kids play. The comfort of my bed. The sunshine, rain, snow, or mist. The chill that lets me know I’m alive. The laughter of a baby. The coo of a dove. The warm embrace of my husband--the smell of his shaving lotion or feel of his whiskers. The satisfaction of work completed. The freshness as I emerge from the shower. A clean countertop. A beautiful homemade pie. A colorful and crunchy yummy salad. Fresh baked bread. An afternoon nap or just a lie down. A phone call from a friend. A phone call to a friend. A shared giggle. Watching a kite or a child blow bubbles (or blowing them yourself!). A friendly wave or “hello.” An empathetic nod. A cooling breeze. A warm fire. Eating smores and getting sticky. The anticipation of date night with my husband. A beautiful sunset or sunrise. A lake, ocean, river, or stream. A robin searching for worms. Sparrows in flight. A hungry belly anticipating a good meal. A cool drink of water. An unexpected kiss on the cheek. The soft skin of a baby. The furriness of my dog. Sitting in a golf chair, watching my son play baseball. Sitting in the bleachers, watching my other son play hockey. Cheering. Snacking. Going to water aerobics and feeling great.

These are the simple, wonderful gifts God gives me. They may be small, but they fill my world with laughter and joy and sometimes sadness or frustration, but the point is that my life is full. Overflowing and poured out just as God promised.

Eat ’em up Tigers

2009-09-19T09:59:00.001-04:00

“Eat ’em up Tigers, eat ’em up!” The African American man is an icon to the Detroit Tigers’ fans. He serenades my son and me as we hurry to Comerica Park to watch our beloved team play another game in their quest for the Pennant. He appears to be in his late fifties or early sixties with hair slightly graying and a wrinkled but always smiling face. He lacks the faraway gaze of a drug addict or the swagger of a drunk. He appears to be homeless, but his clothes do not draw your attention. You focus on his face and the big plastic blue fist he wears with the old English D. In the fist he holds a plastic disposable cup. He shakes the cup up and down and the coins inside provide the rhythm for his song, “Eat ’em up Tigers, eat ’em up.” As far as we know he has made up the ditty but it’s rather catchy. We are in a hurry on the way into the game, so I mention to my son that I will give the man some change on our way out. We know he will be there. He always is. My 10-year old son Matt calls him the “Eat ’em up Tigers guy.”

We get to the game just in time to watch the B-17 aircraft fly overhead. Then the game starts. Ernie Harwell is there to give his farewell speech. Just last week, Ernie was diagnosed with terminal cancer. He is 91. They say the cancer is inoperable and he has chosen not to receive treatment. Ernie is another icon in Tiger’s history. A broadcaster for the Tigers longer than I’ve been on this earth, he is known in Detroit as the Voice of the Tigers. He comes out, and in typical Ernie fashion quiets the crowd by holding his hands up. His humility is evident as he thanks the Tiger’s organization and the crowd over and over again. He makes no mention of his career or what he has accomplished, not even a hint. All he wants to do is thank us. Wait a minute; don’t we owe the thanks to you Ernie? For years of displaying integrity, honesty, loyalty, love, dedication, and good humor. Ernie taught us how to laugh even when times are tough. He showed us how to hang in there and how to always support our team. The fans in Detroit do not boo their own players. We respect our team and we owe Ernie for this attitude.

The Tigers are losing for most of the game, but make a come-back in the late innings to take the lead. It’s getting late and it’s a school night so Matt and I head out. Even though the game is not over, Eat ’em up Tigers guy is there, just as we knew he would be. I observe a fan conversing happily with him. Perhaps the fan is telling him how it pleases him to see him there every game and how he respects him for his quiet way of entertaining the crowd but never begging for applause. Kind of like Ernie. I get out some coins and my son does the same. Matt asks me to put his change in. I drop all the money in the cup.

Eat ’em up Tigers guy looks me in the eyes and says, “Thank you.”

I want to say, “No thank you,” but I don’t. Next time I will say it because you never know when the last time might be that you see someone.

As we say goodbye to Ernie, let us look around at the examples of humility and love right in our midst. I suggest we use that respect Ernie taught us and show it to all those we meet today. Let us not judge, scold, or criticize anyone. Instead, let’s appreciate all of our God-given talents and use them to spread a little joy, like Ernie did.