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I Believe

29 Dec

“You want to know what you believe about life, look around you.  See what you’ve attracted.  What’s in your life is what you believe.”

I’m not sure where I got the above quote but it’s in a notebook of quotes and general thoughts that I keep.  I’ve been wrestling with this whole idea of my beliefs.  “We live into our beliefs” is another quote that I keep throwing around.

But then I take a good look at my life and begin to question whether I really believe in exercise, in reading good books, in filling my life with people who would be a positive influence.

Another quote that comes to mind right now is, “Heaven is steering and hell is drifting.”  Trying to steer my life but not sure which direction or what I should hold as important.  What should I steer toward in order to live in a state of Heaven?

Enough deep thoughts for today.  I finished my to-do list (my way of steering) except for putting some time in on my art projects.  Will do.

Loveya – The Grandma


He Was Black

25 May

“Naivety is the sister of innocence and the cousin of stupidity.”  Pierre Decourcelle

On Memorial Day I was with a group of people who were sharing gratitude for service women and men when someone shared that he had been in Vietnam for a year and understood why soldiers were told not to make close friends while in combat.  “I had this close friend, he was black, a really nice guy, who got killed…”  Didn’t hear the rest of his share as I was busy wondering why he felt it necessary to tell us that the man was black and a really nice guy,

I was tempted to jump in and share, “I have this really good friend who lives in Milwaukee.  She’s white, but a really nice woman…”  But then I didn’t know exactly what I could share about her that would fit into the Memorial Day conversation.  And anyway, I didn’t feel in the mood to play Poke the Bear.

Our book club recently read “The Cellist of Sarajevo” in which the author, Steven Galloway, wanted people to consider how we react to others.  “As individuals,” Galloway said, “we’re very careful about whom we choose to love.  We don’t typically let governments and huge corporations tell us who to love and when they try to, we become very suspicious.  We are not as parsimonious about hatred,” he said.

In other words, we allow government and other groups tell us who we’re supposed to hate.  This is an easy way to get people to participate in wars.  And this hate is generally dished up to us as groups that we should hate, such as blacks or Muslims or Iraqis.  And they are dished up to us in groups because when we get to know people as individuals we are more likely to see our similarities rather than our differences.  I find it harder to dislike people who are like me. 

I highly recommend “The Cellist of Sarajeevo”.  I also recommend inserting the color of anyone you speak of into conversations.  This might make people uncomfortable.  They might also wonder if you’re going off the deep end.  They also might start to become uncomfortable when someone feels compelled to tell them, “He was black.”

Loveya – The Grandma

Come Follow Me

2 Apr

“The secret of life is honesty and fair dealing.  If you can fake that, you’ve got it made.”  Groucho Marx

crop circles

Alien Porch Circles

The above is a picture of Alien Porch Circles, a recent phenomena in my yard.  They occur every time I spend a day doing a massive amount of cooking.  I think it’s the aroma of food that wafts up into space and lures the aliens to earth.  Just kidding!

Actually the circles occur when I do a massive amount of cooking because I don’t have a large enough fridge to hold all the pots so I set them outside in a snowbank to cool before I divide the soup or stew into smaller plastic containers for the freezer.  I’m not just a pretty face!

And I could not, in good conscience, perpetuate such a bending of the truth without eventually coming clean.  Not even on April first, which you’ll notice I missed.  But by only one day.

Which brings up another question.  I supposedly have over 70 followers to my blog.  Mysteriously, I generally don’t have any visitors to my blog, which is OK.  I’m doing this blog in order to have a giggle, share recipes, or to rant about something trivial.  This keeps the rants out of the ears of my family and friends.  We all know how much we love listening to people rant!

I wonder, however, why I get notices of people who think one of my posts was pretty awesome and maybe I should go and see what they’re up to!  This, sometimes, gets me to go look at their blog and voila, they have a visitor.  Meanwhile, I sit all alone by the telephone…  Oh, wait.  That was a lament from my younger days.  Actually, I’ll be in my art studio playing with paint.  And I might visit your blog if I see that you truly visited mine. Integrity, people!

Loveya – The Grandma

That Talk

26 Jan

“Babies are such a nice way to start people.”  Don Herrold

I recently gave birth to my nineteenth grandchild.  I really enjoy making this announcement and receiving congratulations as if I really had much to do with it.  Fifty some years ago I got pregnant for the first time and things just continued from there.

Soon, I suspect, I shall become a great-grandmother.  Things are now progressing along those lines.

As life moves on I think about all those milestones and milestone talks that have gone on around me, which included, in no particular order,  “Soon you’ll be a woman and that means…”  “And then you’ll enter into the stage of labor known as …”  “I think your son is smoking pot and you really should …”  “Honey, you used to be wet on the bottom and dry on the top and now…”  “Where do you want to be buried…”

Oh yes, there is that other talk about my final days and medical intervention.  I plan to be shot by a jealous wife so the kids won’t have to worry about final days.  For my funeral I simply want James Taylor in the background and then I want to be a tree.    There’s a new system out there where a person’s cremains (don’t you love that word) are placed into a cylinder with a sapling, ready to be planted by some member of the family who’s willing to take responsibility for the deceased.

Knowing my ability to keep plants alive, and wondering whether it’s hereditary, I should, perhaps, be planted in a cylinder of weeds.  Almost anyone can grow weeds.

OK.  Some of you may be a bit shocked over my flippant attitude toward  my body.  A lot of people, after a person dies, go into this reverence toward the body mode.  But think back.  Throughout our lives most of us hate our bodies.  And good self care!  This year my resolution is to think about exercising.

So how did the discussion go from new grand baby to this?  Probably too much coffee this morning.  But still, something to think about.

Loveya – The Grandma

Cooking Up A Life

10 Jan

“Don’t live the same year 75 times and call it a life.”  Robin Sharma

As a tribute to the New Year and the propensity to make resolutions that last less than 30 days, I decided to change the focus of my blog.  Recipes are fun but we all know to eat more veggies and less processed food.  So this year, or for as long as it can hold my own attention, I shall attempt to impart words of wisdom (WOW) as discovered through my own stupid mistakes.

Thankfully, I also have a group of wise friends, real and imaginary, to steal from.  Fortunately, my imaginary friends are not, for the most part, imaginary.  Many of them are awesome writers.  It’s our friendship that’s imaginary.  I tend to adopt people that I admire.  My first adoptee is Pope Francis.  Might as well start somewhere near the top.

First of all, I’m annoyed by people who are bowled over by the actions of Pope Francis.  I’m especially annoyed with Christians who find him exceptional.  Because actually, according to what I learned in the formative years of my Christian upbringing, Pope Francis is merely taking Christianity seriously.  He’s walking the walk.

I, too, intend to walk the walk as soon as I loose ten pounds and get my hair highlighted and pay off the 55-inch plasma TV.  Do you see where I’m going with this?  I’ll probably need another cup of coffee before I can actually see, or admit, where I’m going with this line of thinking.    I’ll get back to you on this.

Loveya – The Grandma




30 Aug

“A vacation is having nothing to do and all day to do it in.”  Robert Orben

Just came back from 9 days away from home.  Spent time with a half dozen women in groups of 3 to 5.  Looked at the stars.  Saw a nova or something explode in the night sky that I chose to believe was a nova.  Wikipedia confirms my supposition.

Ate chocolate and drank tea on a porch by the water.  Didn’t swim or kayak this year.

My plan was to become completely relaxed and motivated enough that I would attack life once I returned home.  Not much attack on the home front yet.  But, as stated in the Marigold Hotel movie, “Everything will be all right in the end… if it’s not all right then it’s not the end.”  Waiting…

Next month, which starts one day from now, I’m beginning a class that promises to change my life.  I like the idea of such changes.  Still mentally downsizing my possessions.  How did all this stuff get here?  How did I get to the place that I’m at?  Answers promised.  Comfort, not.


The Grandma




Salt and Water

7 Feb

“My fake plants died because I did not pretend to water them.”  Mitch Hedberg

One day a group of us were acting like experts on health issues.  It soon became clear that we were repeating things we’d heard along the way and making excuses for our lazy behavior.

One gentleman was lamenting about the advice to drink 8 glasses of water a day.  Those are 8 ounce glasses we all agreed.  “Do you know how much water 65 ounces really is,” he asked.  Yes we did but we also knew, right then, that he was lousy at math.

Eight ounces, by itself, is not a huge amount to drink at one time.  So if a person were to simply notice the time, or set a timer on their phone if they’re comatose most of the day, they could drink 8 ounces every hour on the hour and in 8 hours have their quota finished.  Is that so difficult!

Next we moved on to the topic of salt.  Needless to say, we all agreed that people eat way too much salt and many in the group bragged that they didn’t salt their food.  I had been part of that non-salting group.  Recently, however, I discovered that salt is an awesome addition to my homemade food and makes it sing!

Is it possible that the admonition to not salt food evolved because people were consuming such a large quantity of processed food, which is salted up to its proverbial eyeballs.  So why wasn’t the advice from the medical community to stop eating processed food?  Because we have no time to cook what with reality TV and Words with Friends.  Doctors know when they’re talking to walls.

No, I did not include pictures of water and salt with this blog post.  Go into your kitchen and look at them for yourself.  While you’re there, have a glass of water!

Loveya – The Grandma