Saturday, September 3, 2011

Life is like a railroad

Life is like riding a train . Sometimes slow and you can enjoy the scenery. Sometimes fast . Sometime you go in a tunnel and it is very dark but always.. there is a light as you come to the end.

This morning I got up and walked over 4 miles. It felt really good. I think I have made a turn in my thinking . When I got up working out was my third thought.

Thought one : Thanking the Lord for a new day and all the blessings.
Thought two: censored.
Thought three: I WANT TO GO WALK!

I thought I would never hear myself say I WANT to work out, but I did. Now, if this old body can just cooperate with me and get in shape, that would be great.

Ok, met me get back on track... get it ... track? Railroad track.

As I ride this journey of life out there are some things that I have learned.

When my train is slow I have learned :
To look and listen for blessings .. because we all know -

I have learned to enjoy those seated around me, they might not always be there.
I have learned to enjoy the slow paths because right around the curve might be a hill that causes me to race like a crazy woman.

When my train is fast I have learned to breath.... just breath.
I have learned to let others help pull me along, I cant do it alone.
Enjoy the breeze.. let my hair down and feel the peace blow through me.

When I go through a tunnel.
MAN, dont you hate the tunnels?
I have learned to keep my eyes open and try to adjust to the darkness so I can see but always know there is a light.
There is always a light.
There is always a light.

And last.. a train almost always carries baggage. I have a little myself. Some that no one even knows about. My baggage is heavy and can weigh me down. I need to unload it ever once in a while. If I dont unload it, I cant help carry anyone elses baggage and helping ... is important.

No sure where this blog came from or why...

but... toot toot.. it's over.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Seeking Shelter

Tonight there was a tornado warning. In all honesty if a HUGE tornado had not just hit Joplin and killed several people, I think I might have not looked for a " fraidy" hole. Well, also - my grand daughter was at the shelter and the thought of being anywhere but where SHE was during a bad storm made me ill. There is just something about being near your kids when there is imminent danger.

The tornado's passed by us. Thank the Lord we are all safe.

We went by and picked up Addam on our way to JBU. He came; but reluctantly. You could tell that he thought it was stupid. Addam does NOT like crowds... As we walked into the JBU Health Complex and you could see huge crowds of people he paused and I heard him quietly groan.

What he doesnt know is that the only other time in my life I have been to a storm shelter was when I was EXTREMELY pregnant with him. We lived in Fort Walton Beach and there was a hurricane warning. The doctor suggested since I was ready to deliver to stay at the hospital. I was near time so I secretly hoped that barometric pressure would dip or surge ( WHATEVER they expected) and cause his little body to make it's entrance. He didnt... he stayed very quiet all night and waited in the hallways for the danger to pass.

Much like tonight..... very quiet... and waiting for the storm to pass.

I DO appreciate him and love that he gave in to my panic to be near them and went with us.
Thanks Addam :)

Saturday, February 19, 2011

The New Me

The New Me -
loves to read again.

Likes to shop - a little too much.

is leading a Bible study ( I know... right ?)

is becoming a little eccentric.

Loves monkey's in clothing pictures. ( see above )

Likes to work out ( as long as I dont forget my sports bra... otherwise dangerous. )

Doesnt wear my shirts quite as low cut .

Loves to cook every night ( but never gets around to it. )

thinks almonds are over rated.

Wants to write a love story.. or song.

will almost... a.l.m.o.s.t. look at herself in the mirror while getting out of the shower.

wore fake eyelashes once and now I am dying to do it again.

loves red dresses almost as much as black

wants to go on a cruise

sometimes wishes she could go away and pretend to be someone else- someone without expectations.

is driven but in a different way... driven to live not succeed.

believes that living is success.

still loves making memories.

The new me... is a lot like the old me ; only better and