One Question

When in the HECK is spring EVER going to get here?  I'm not much of a "swearer", but you get my drift.  This has been the longest winter that I can remember.  Of course Craig falling off a roof, my starting a new job, plus several other factors beyond my control, it's no wonder that I've had it with this weather.  I'm grateful that we don't have to worry about tsunami's, earthquakes, etc., but I am on the brink of insanity.  Mother Nature is not at the top of my list at the moment, but I highly suspect that I'm not alone.

I read a fantastic article yesterday written by Dr. Alan Zimmerman.  In it he states, "...life and work are unfair, and there is a lot we can...and should...justifiably gripe about.  But it's time to GET BEYOND the griping to taking personal initiative and responsibility."  This struck a cord with me in a big way.  It's time to stop worrying about the stressors that I can't control and deal with those that I can (think Serenity Prayer).

That said, I'm still grumpy about the ridiculous weather, but I might as well let it go.  It's not worth the energy.
What CAN I control?  My own happiness, and that is so worth the energy.

2011 Reprinted with permission from Dr. Alan Zimmerman, a full-time professional speaker who specializes in attitude, motivation, and leadership programs that pay off.  For more information on his programs...or to receive you own free subscription to the 'Tuesday Tip" go to http://www.drzimmerman.com/ or call 800-621-7881.

Westward

It's been a while since my last post.  The break from blogging wasn't intentional; life just took over.  I've been crazy busy at work, trying to keep some semblance of order in the house, etc., etc.

We hopped in the car on Friday afternoon to head "out west" (as Murray says) to spend some much needed quality time with my Dad.  We had a great time, but it was an adventure.  The trip was going smoothly until after a quick stop for gas.  We had just gotten back on the freeway, when suddenly the most horrible odor filled the car, leaving us all gasping for air.  Our oldest Golden Retriever, Nala (she's 13) had a terrible accident in the back.  What a mess. I won't go into detail, but it was NOT my idea of fun.  She's been having more and more accidents of late; we're chalking it up to her age, but a trip to the vet is in short order.

I was able to connect with some high school friends on Saturday, and it was just like old times, only we were all. . . well, older.  :) 

Murray loved my Dad's horse, and of course everything about his Grandpa Doug.  They did all sorts of things together; Craig and I were second fiddle.  He was all about Grandpa.  It warmed my heart to see the two of them enjoying each other.  I am already looking forward to our next trip "out west". 

The roads were treacherous coming home yesterday, but we made it, albeit a slow ride home.  Now we're back to reality. . . and a mountain of  laundry to prove it. 

Until next time.