Archive | August 26, 2012

Prayers & Thoughts for SE of the USA Isaac Go Home!

To our Friends of the South Eastern of the USA; we send you our prayers, thoughts, and positive energy that the Universe absorb Hurricane  Isaac before it hits land.

WE hope that everyone is able to find shelter and heeds the warnings to  get off the beaches.

On a personal note: To  my twin Sheila in Florida, and my good friend Ingrid in North Carolina. I have lit the prayer candle tonight girls. Am in for a long night of standing guard. Be safe and Twin of mine, Keep that Bro-out-law of mine inside. He cannot repair the satellite right now! 

Love you Girls~ BB

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SisterHood! What a Great thing.

RANDOM ACTS OF KINDNESS

I am continually surprised and delighted by the kindness of people. Especially when it’s for no particular reason. I’ve had  perfect strangers reach items off a shelf in a store because I’m too short to reach it. I am talking about out the clear blue, not asking they just see I’m struggling to reach. I’ll never understand why my organic granola has to be merchandised on the very top shelf anyway. But that’s a whole different show. I’ve had two young men I did not know come up my inclined drive way to plow snow all the way to my walk. (I live in snow country)  I still to this day do not know who these  young gentlemen  were in a small Caterpillar snow plow despite the aide of my local newspaper The Bend Bulletin by putting my letter  of thanks and search for these two Snow Angels. No one ever came forward. Random. Kindness.

Random acts of kindness are just that. There are  just kind . Nothing else is involved. And It happened to me again. Two separate random acts of kindness of the same award. In two week’s time I received these random acts in the form of a denim jean pocket adorned with embroidered flowers and the title of the award. Such my style. I have a maxi long denim skirt I’ve had since the early to mid 1970’s that fits the same  description. 

I’m posting both award together; and beg my awarders tolerance. Putting two of the same award om my blog seemed kind of cheeky It does not take a thing away from the random acts though. Both of these women have not only surprised me with this out of the blue award,but I think that the sentiment of sisterhood is proudly expressed here by both of you. I thank you both from my own sisterhood heart!

I hope that you’ll take a few minutes out of your blogging time and visit their great blogs. It’s so worth it.

http://chronicpainsurvivor.wordpress.com/2012/08/06/blogger-award/#comment-36/

http://enviedangel.wordpress.com/2012/08/21/wow-just-wow/comment-page-1/#comment-51

The protocol for accepting awards is listed below. I am doing it again, just  one time for both awards. My Stunning seven below the protocol list.

Thanks again my sisters!

  • Thank the giver.
  • Post 7 things about yourself.
  • Pass on the award to 7 other bloggers and inform them that they have been nominated.
  • Include the logo of the award on a post or in your blog!

My stunning 7:

  1. I am an  a ferocious bibliophile, often having 4 different books going at one time.
  2. I listen to National Public Broadcast Radio in the car.
  3. I am an addict for tweaking paper into all kind of cool things.
  4. My grand kids laugh when I say groovy. My kids do not. They grew up hearing it.
  5. I did not grow up  with a sister. But my twin lives in Florida with my brother-out-law.
  6.  I am a trial-junkie.
  7. Seems I have a growing theme going on here.

This is where I am to choose seven bloggers who this award should go to. If you have what it takes to be a sister, and in my eyes that is just one requirement, then you are awarded this SisterHood Blogger Award. Because I think sisterhood is always inclusive.

Congratulations to you all. Please do not forget to put the Sisterhood Award on your blog’s side bar.

 

©tjhelser2012

She Was Quite The Lady This Irish Lass

MY MOTHER

This woman who I am so much alike. All my life I heard; “You look just like your Mother” Like my daughters today I would roll my eyes. When my mothers aunt developed dementia in her late years  and she kept calling me Wilma, I would hide. My mom’s birth name was Wilma only my mom had never really been called Wilma in my childhood, or hers. Her father nicknamed her Penny and it stuck. But my mom’s aunt kept confusing the little girl I then was, with the little girl she knew my mom to be some thirty years earlier. Even at the age of 7 I understood how surreal this was.

It has been 12 years this month since my mother was taken from this earth and therefore leaving both my brothers & I. She was someone I always looked up to, having the persistence and will of any man I knew. Only she was a lady. Things like manners, kindness and lady like behavior were important to my mom.  And she made certain they were also important to me. As I sat for a couple of days creating this scrapbook layout of my mom I was reminded by looking at her just how much I really do like her. It apparently takes years for that to be able to be seen in your own face, the face of your own parent. But there she is, looking back at me. When I look at her photo when she was just 18 yrs old in Lake Oswego Oregon, (USA) I see myself.  When I look in a mirror I am seeing my mom’s face looking back again. It may have taken me years to see her, but I wear my mother’s face  everywhere I go quite comfortable. I wear her face with great pride today.

Thanks Mom, I love & miss you.

©tjhelser2012