Later,
sandy
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Friday, August 16, 2013
How Do You Feel Appreciated? How Do You Show Appreciation?
Or is it becoming too much to tell someone Thank You? Do children tell their parents Thank You for going to work each day and providing me with food in my belly, a roof over my head, and clothes on my back? Do children (and yes, teenagers too) say Thank You parental unit for providing me with clean clothing and cooking my meals and being a taxi service? Do they say Thank You Mom and Dad, or Mom, or Dad, or Grandma or Grandpa (whatever their family situation is), for the Ipads, Iphones, Ipods, laptop computers, tablet computers,e- readers, name brand clothing and/or shoes that they receive for Christmases, birthdays or whatever special holidays/occasions their family observes? Do children that get allowances tell their parents or guardian Thank You? Do adult children say Thank You to their parents and family
members when they receive money (when they're in trouble and can't pay their bills) or gifts for birthdays or Christmases? Do adult children that live with their parents say Thank You for all the multitude of help they receive, both monetary and otherwise? Do older adults say Thank You when they receive help from others, in whatever form that help comes? Do husbands/boyfriends tell their wives/girlfriends (whether a stay at home wife/girlfriend or one that works outside the home), Thank You for working so hard to make sure we have groceries in the house, food on the table, clean laundry, clean homes, bills paid, keeping track of all the appointments for everyone and dealing with the problems that arise when running a home? Or do wives/girlfriends say Thank
You to their husbands/boyfriends that work outside the home (and all the Mr. Moms out there) and to the husbands/boyfriends that are the sole breadwinners, that share equally with all the day in and day out chores that we typically think of as roles that women play? Do parents say Thank You to their children (whatever age they are) for helping with chores around the house or just because? Do bosses ever tell their employees Thank You for a job well done? Do employees ever convey how grateful they are to have their jobs so that they can provide for themselves and/or their families?
In all the above cases I sure like to think so.
Saying Thank You is just one small but very important way to make people feel appreciated. Another way to feel appreciated is to receive a paycheck for the services you provide. Yep....there are those that will always feel that they are not paid what they think they are worth. I can see a lot of homemakers, whether men or women, thatfall into this category. We've all seen the statistics where someone has worked up the figures on what these male/female homemakers would make if they were paid a yearly salary. It can be quite a reality check. But, it can be a blow to a person's ego to not have your own money to spend as you want or to contribute towards the household's finances. So if you are a person who is the 'homemaker' and don't have a paycheck
coming in, you can feel very unappreciated (just ask any stay-at-home man/woman) and even resentful when you don't even hear the words "Thank You" for all that you do for your family. Not to mention the guilt trips that can accompany the homemaker if they have to leave paying jobs due to health reasons, and the guilt of having to ask others for help, as you already can feel inadequate due to your health challenges. While those that work outside the home don't always hear Thank You, or any positive words of encouragement, or acknowledgement of accomplishments from their bosses, just think of all those that don't receive even a small Thank You, or a paycheck, or a pat on the back once in a while. It makes hearing those words, ever sooften, even more important.
Let's all remember to be aware of showing appreciation to others and while you're at it, remember to throw out a lot of THANK YOUs during the course of our days. You never know who the person is that really needs to hear just those two little words.
Later,
sandy
members when they receive money (when they're in trouble and can't pay their bills) or gifts for birthdays or Christmases? Do adult children that live with their parents say Thank You for all the multitude of help they receive, both monetary and otherwise? Do older adults say Thank You when they receive help from others, in whatever form that help comes? Do husbands/boyfriends tell their wives/girlfriends (whether a stay at home wife/girlfriend or one that works outside the home), Thank You for working so hard to make sure we have groceries in the house, food on the table, clean laundry, clean homes, bills paid, keeping track of all the appointments for everyone and dealing with the problems that arise when running a home? Or do wives/girlfriends say Thank
You to their husbands/boyfriends that work outside the home (and all the Mr. Moms out there) and to the husbands/boyfriends that are the sole breadwinners, that share equally with all the day in and day out chores that we typically think of as roles that women play? Do parents say Thank You to their children (whatever age they are) for helping with chores around the house or just because? Do bosses ever tell their employees Thank You for a job well done? Do employees ever convey how grateful they are to have their jobs so that they can provide for themselves and/or their families?
In all the above cases I sure like to think so.
Saying Thank You is just one small but very important way to make people feel appreciated. Another way to feel appreciated is to receive a paycheck for the services you provide. Yep....there are those that will always feel that they are not paid what they think they are worth. I can see a lot of homemakers, whether men or women, thatfall into this category. We've all seen the statistics where someone has worked up the figures on what these male/female homemakers would make if they were paid a yearly salary. It can be quite a reality check. But, it can be a blow to a person's ego to not have your own money to spend as you want or to contribute towards the household's finances. So if you are a person who is the 'homemaker' and don't have a paycheck
coming in, you can feel very unappreciated (just ask any stay-at-home man/woman) and even resentful when you don't even hear the words "Thank You" for all that you do for your family. Not to mention the guilt trips that can accompany the homemaker if they have to leave paying jobs due to health reasons, and the guilt of having to ask others for help, as you already can feel inadequate due to your health challenges. While those that work outside the home don't always hear Thank You, or any positive words of encouragement, or acknowledgement of accomplishments from their bosses, just think of all those that don't receive even a small Thank You, or a paycheck, or a pat on the back once in a while. It makes hearing those words, ever sooften, even more important.
Let's all remember to be aware of showing appreciation to others and while you're at it, remember to throw out a lot of THANK YOUs during the course of our days. You never know who the person is that really needs to hear just those two little words.
Later,
sandy
Sunday, August 11, 2013
The Poor Window Frame
The Poor Window Frame
An Inspiring Glimpse of a Mother and Child
By Kentetsu Takamori
This happened once when I was riding a train on my way to give a speech. The car interior was spacious and quiet, with many unfilled seats. Feeling relaxed, I settled back and opened up a book I’d brought along. After a while, tired from reading and lulled by the rhythmical vibrations of the train, I began to nod off – only for my dreams to be shattered by an ear-splitting whistle and the metallic screech of brakes. Apparently the driver had found an obstruction of some kind at a crossing.
The shock of the sudden stop threw me forward, but I managed somehow to stay upright. In the same instant, the shrill sobs of a little child rang out. I saw then that the seats across the aisle in front of me were occupied by a young mother and her child, who had apparently been amusing himself by sitting with his forehead pressed against the window pane, watching the scenery fly by. When the train jerked to a stop, the tot’s head banged sharply into the window frame. His wails grew louder and more frantic. Afraid he was hurt, I jumped up, but to my relief there was no sign of injury. Then I witnessed a scene so heartwarming that I was deeply touched.
As the child’s pain lessened, he gradually quieted down while his mother rubbed his head reassuringly and murmured soothing words: “Sweetheart, that must really hurt. I’m so sorry. I’ll rub it for you and make the pain go away. But you know, you weren’t the only one who got hurt. The poor window frame did too. Let’s rub it and make it feel better, shall we?” The tot nodded, and sure enough, he and his mother together began to pat the window frame.
I felt chastened, for I had assumed she would say something more on these lines: “That must really hurt. I’m so sorry. It’s all the fault of this naughty window frame. Let’s spank it and teach it a lesson, shall we?” Such a scene is common enough, giving a toddler a vent for his rage and allowing the moment to pass.
All too often when life deals out pain, people respond by searching for someone else to blame. Perhaps, I reflected, we parents implant this response in our children without meaning to. The child is father of the man, goes the saying, and surely parents have enormous influence in shaping the character of small children.
People who think only of themselves and cannot empathize with others end up in the darkness. Those who would enter the shining Pure Land must take the high road of benefiting others as well as themselves, for benefiting others is indeed inseparable from benefiting oneself.
I left the train wishing true happiness to that mother and child with all my heart.
Borrowed from this website.
Later,
sandy
An Inspiring Glimpse of a Mother and Child
By Kentetsu Takamori
This happened once when I was riding a train on my way to give a speech. The car interior was spacious and quiet, with many unfilled seats. Feeling relaxed, I settled back and opened up a book I’d brought along. After a while, tired from reading and lulled by the rhythmical vibrations of the train, I began to nod off – only for my dreams to be shattered by an ear-splitting whistle and the metallic screech of brakes. Apparently the driver had found an obstruction of some kind at a crossing.
The shock of the sudden stop threw me forward, but I managed somehow to stay upright. In the same instant, the shrill sobs of a little child rang out. I saw then that the seats across the aisle in front of me were occupied by a young mother and her child, who had apparently been amusing himself by sitting with his forehead pressed against the window pane, watching the scenery fly by. When the train jerked to a stop, the tot’s head banged sharply into the window frame. His wails grew louder and more frantic. Afraid he was hurt, I jumped up, but to my relief there was no sign of injury. Then I witnessed a scene so heartwarming that I was deeply touched.
As the child’s pain lessened, he gradually quieted down while his mother rubbed his head reassuringly and murmured soothing words: “Sweetheart, that must really hurt. I’m so sorry. I’ll rub it for you and make the pain go away. But you know, you weren’t the only one who got hurt. The poor window frame did too. Let’s rub it and make it feel better, shall we?” The tot nodded, and sure enough, he and his mother together began to pat the window frame.
I felt chastened, for I had assumed she would say something more on these lines: “That must really hurt. I’m so sorry. It’s all the fault of this naughty window frame. Let’s spank it and teach it a lesson, shall we?” Such a scene is common enough, giving a toddler a vent for his rage and allowing the moment to pass.
All too often when life deals out pain, people respond by searching for someone else to blame. Perhaps, I reflected, we parents implant this response in our children without meaning to. The child is father of the man, goes the saying, and surely parents have enormous influence in shaping the character of small children.
People who think only of themselves and cannot empathize with others end up in the darkness. Those who would enter the shining Pure Land must take the high road of benefiting others as well as themselves, for benefiting others is indeed inseparable from benefiting oneself.
I left the train wishing true happiness to that mother and child with all my heart.
Borrowed from this website.
Later,
sandy
The Purpose Of Life
The universal purpose of life is to destroy the root of suffering and gain joy in being alive, so that you rejoice at having been born human and live on in eternal happiness. No matter how hard your life may be, keep on until you accomplish this purpose.
Shinran (1173-1263)
Founder of Shin Buddhism
Later,
sandy
Shinran (1173-1263)
Founder of Shin Buddhism
sandy
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Menopause, Sweat, Palpitations.....Oh My!
I totally sucked all the cold right out of that ice pack!! I'm very thankful for a friend reminding me of how I can use an ice pack to help with hot flashes and just being hot in general. I can't believe
I hadn't thought to use it.
I have a suggestion to all my 'change of life' friends. And that is to buy a small ice pack from your favorite drugstore and keep that sucker in the freezer at all times! When you feel a bad hot flash
or you're hot from working outside, or inside for that matter, grab that baby and put it on the back of your neck. Now you might not be able to stand it for too long as the cold starts feeling like it's
burning your skin....well, that's when you simply put it on the top of your head.....and yeah who cares what the heck it looks like, it works!
I've just been out in the heat way too much this week and I think it's made the hot flashes so much worse and my heart palpitations have started back up. The ice pack didn't help them, but it still
felt wonderful. Hopefully I can get the palpitations under control soon. Now let me go to the kitchen and add 'small ice pack' to my list so i have 2 of them ready to go.
Later,
sandy
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
Ok, I'm Gonna Just Pretend Like Today Is Monday So I Can Start This Week Over
Because yesterday was just a little too stressful and exhausting.
We're having some new fence put in and basically as of last Wednesday we were waiting on the owner of the company to call us back with the date they would start work. Low and behold, yesterday I was woke up by the ringing of the doorbell.........tried really hard to ignore it, finally got up, peeked out the bedroom window to see a Duval Fence company truck.
While they were in the process of putting in the posts, and using a drill and drill bit that required water to keep said bit cool, I realized I suddenly had sulfur water in the house. I freaked because last Monday we'd just had the pump worked on that supplies the water to the house. I ran out to the pump house to discover that same pump was ridiculously hot. I told the guys that they needed to stop using the water because I needed to turn it off at the circuit breaker to allow it to cool down. The last thing we need right now is to have to completely replace the pump......yikes! So I called out the pump company because I wanted to nip in the bud whatever was happening so it wouldn't be last Monday all over again.
Come to find out, the fence guys had simply left the water running for like 2 straight hours (maybe more) and had emptied out the aerator (water tank that allows the sulfur gases to escape) so new (and sulfur) water was being pumped out as fast as it went in, thus overworking (and overheating) the pump. I had a nozzle on the hose and thought they would use that to turn water off and on as needed, but they obviously just laid it down still running between using it. I should have had them use the water that comes directly from the well and avoided all this. But at least the pump guy helped me understand what was happening and he didn't charge me anything :-) Luckily I just did get my load of laundry washed before all this happened.
I had to leave the house pump off for several hours to allow it to cool down while the fence guys finished with water coming right from the well. But magically (without running water, lol) I got all my vegetables cleaned, cut up and put into the crock pot to join the roast that had been going for 3 hours already.
It was so freaking hot yesterday and I was burning up all day due to all the running in and out. Actually being outside more than I was inside I think.
The fence guys finished up and left around 3:15 or so and I decided to go run all my errands even though I was pretty much already spent and just wanted to collapse. Needless to say my Fibro was screaming by the time yesterday ended.
Today I'm trying to take it easy and see if I can make a few bucks/points on all my various sites.....some of which are listed on the right if anyone is interested in checking them out. I'm pretty close to having $110 earned that I can request a payout on. It's also time for The Waltons, so I think I'll go keep my sofa company and watch tv and rest.
Hope everyone's having a good start to their week.
Later,
sandy
We're having some new fence put in and basically as of last Wednesday we were waiting on the owner of the company to call us back with the date they would start work. Low and behold, yesterday I was woke up by the ringing of the doorbell.........tried really hard to ignore it, finally got up, peeked out the bedroom window to see a Duval Fence company truck.
While they were in the process of putting in the posts, and using a drill and drill bit that required water to keep said bit cool, I realized I suddenly had sulfur water in the house. I freaked because last Monday we'd just had the pump worked on that supplies the water to the house. I ran out to the pump house to discover that same pump was ridiculously hot. I told the guys that they needed to stop using the water because I needed to turn it off at the circuit breaker to allow it to cool down. The last thing we need right now is to have to completely replace the pump......yikes! So I called out the pump company because I wanted to nip in the bud whatever was happening so it wouldn't be last Monday all over again.
Come to find out, the fence guys had simply left the water running for like 2 straight hours (maybe more) and had emptied out the aerator (water tank that allows the sulfur gases to escape) so new (and sulfur) water was being pumped out as fast as it went in, thus overworking (and overheating) the pump. I had a nozzle on the hose and thought they would use that to turn water off and on as needed, but they obviously just laid it down still running between using it. I should have had them use the water that comes directly from the well and avoided all this. But at least the pump guy helped me understand what was happening and he didn't charge me anything :-) Luckily I just did get my load of laundry washed before all this happened.
I had to leave the house pump off for several hours to allow it to cool down while the fence guys finished with water coming right from the well. But magically (without running water, lol) I got all my vegetables cleaned, cut up and put into the crock pot to join the roast that had been going for 3 hours already.
It was so freaking hot yesterday and I was burning up all day due to all the running in and out. Actually being outside more than I was inside I think.
The fence guys finished up and left around 3:15 or so and I decided to go run all my errands even though I was pretty much already spent and just wanted to collapse. Needless to say my Fibro was screaming by the time yesterday ended.
Today I'm trying to take it easy and see if I can make a few bucks/points on all my various sites.....some of which are listed on the right if anyone is interested in checking them out. I'm pretty close to having $110 earned that I can request a payout on. It's also time for The Waltons, so I think I'll go keep my sofa company and watch tv and rest.
Hope everyone's having a good start to their week.
Later,
sandy
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