I finally have my running back on somewhat of a schedule---3 days a week with a trip to the weight room the 2 days between. I have SLOWLY gotten my time back into the reasonable realm---but still need to take about 30 seconds a mile off that time. I seem to be fluctuating in the 10 1/2 minute range---just cannot break down below that. If I keep chasing the big girls--perhaps it will happen some day.
Monday's I am running with Sam at 5 AM--which means a wake up time of 4:30---GROAN!!! Wednesday--Susan has consented to meet me at 5:30. Preferring to run in the afternoons---I appreciate her willingness to be my partner.
Saturday is LONG run day----these days my LONGEST run has been 6 1/2 miles. I will keep chipping away at that. Once I get into a groove, I should be able to add a mile a week to that until I get to 10. I have NO need to run more than 10 at this point in my life.
Which brings me to my post title----HOW do you explain the unexplainable? I'm not really sure how to even begin.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
VALENTINE TREATS!
SO-you might ask what did I get for Valentines Day?
My sweet friend, Mona gave me a beautiful blooming plant--some kind of trumpet iris--I think.
My sweet sister in law, Kathy gave me a thermal glass with my initial on it.
AND---my sweet student that I tutor gave me------
It has been a LONG time since anyone gave me a box of candy & ON TOP OF THAT she gave me a "Transformer Valentine" card. SCORE!
Monday, February 14, 2011
MY SWEET VALENTINES
Mr. Cade is ALWAYS full of energy--here he is chasing cousin Henry
Baby Elliot---with his own Valentine touch
Yes-I certainly do!
# 1-----He will always be special!
Sunday, February 13, 2011
BE MY VALENTINE!
I just finished watching "Emma" ONCE AGAIN! It came to mind while watching, what we women want in our "Valentines". I was reminded of the time old words repeated by most when we take the "Big Step" and marry. We want to be
Loved
Honored
&
Cherished
There is really nothing I can add to that. Age old words that really did not come into true focus as to their deep meaning until my old age. Wise Words--
Saturday, February 12, 2011
TRUE STORY--I PROMISE
Let me say in the VERY beginning----I am in NO way making fun! I am sure this story carries a touch of sadness in it---but we have to laugh to make life bearable at times!
When I had my CPA practice, my partner left and was exploring other venues--so it was me, my loyal and trusted secretary, Dianne, & a part time accounting student in our office. Our building was located a block off the main downtown street and a couple of blocks away from a run down trailer park. The trailer park has since been sold and the university is expanding in that direction. At the time---it was a less than desirable neighbor.
This was about the same time that all of the mental health funds had been drastically cut in our state and across the nation. MANY individuals who REALLY needed to be in a hospital/managed care environment were turned out on the street. I think we have probably done a pretty good job of restoring many services currently---BUT at the time it was devastating. There were people on the street and in low income housing who really could not function in the day to day world.
Our office was set up very similar to a doctor's office. There was a sliding window in Dianne's office which she could open to greet clients and the hall door leading to the back and our offices was kept locked-WELL most of the time anyway for security reasons.
This lady started stopping in our office while walking from the trailer park to town to get cigarettes. She was obviously one of the patients that had been put out on the street. She would come in and ask to borrow money---we later found out to buy her cigarettes. Dianne was afraid of her----she was pretty delusional. I used to laugh and say----"Dianne! LOOK AT HER"!!!! We can be out the back door and running down the street before she can get herself through that window! I am PRETTY SURE We (well me anyway--every woman for himself) can out run her!"
Dianne really came unglued the day that she told her she was "The Virgin Mary". Dianne misunderstood and thought she said "Bloody Mary". I can hear her stuttering even now when she made that pronouncement.
We make some inquiries and found out the lady was going all over town asking for money. Cigarettes--drugs---not really sure---but she showed up regularly all over town.
Dianne's sister was a loan officer at one of the banks in town. The lady stopped by several times to apply for a loan. Pam was a sharp wit and a quick thinker. She turned her down several times. The day finally came when the lady told Pam that she was Jesus Christ and needed to borrow some money. Pam coolly looked at her and said, "Go back and ask your Father if he will co-sign and then we will see about the loan." The lady left and never came back.
SAD BUT TRUE!
When I had my CPA practice, my partner left and was exploring other venues--so it was me, my loyal and trusted secretary, Dianne, & a part time accounting student in our office. Our building was located a block off the main downtown street and a couple of blocks away from a run down trailer park. The trailer park has since been sold and the university is expanding in that direction. At the time---it was a less than desirable neighbor.
This was about the same time that all of the mental health funds had been drastically cut in our state and across the nation. MANY individuals who REALLY needed to be in a hospital/managed care environment were turned out on the street. I think we have probably done a pretty good job of restoring many services currently---BUT at the time it was devastating. There were people on the street and in low income housing who really could not function in the day to day world.
Our office was set up very similar to a doctor's office. There was a sliding window in Dianne's office which she could open to greet clients and the hall door leading to the back and our offices was kept locked-WELL most of the time anyway for security reasons.
This lady started stopping in our office while walking from the trailer park to town to get cigarettes. She was obviously one of the patients that had been put out on the street. She would come in and ask to borrow money---we later found out to buy her cigarettes. Dianne was afraid of her----she was pretty delusional. I used to laugh and say----"Dianne! LOOK AT HER"!!!! We can be out the back door and running down the street before she can get herself through that window! I am PRETTY SURE We (well me anyway--every woman for himself) can out run her!"
Dianne really came unglued the day that she told her she was "The Virgin Mary". Dianne misunderstood and thought she said "Bloody Mary". I can hear her stuttering even now when she made that pronouncement.
We make some inquiries and found out the lady was going all over town asking for money. Cigarettes--drugs---not really sure---but she showed up regularly all over town.
Dianne's sister was a loan officer at one of the banks in town. The lady stopped by several times to apply for a loan. Pam was a sharp wit and a quick thinker. She turned her down several times. The day finally came when the lady told Pam that she was Jesus Christ and needed to borrow some money. Pam coolly looked at her and said, "Go back and ask your Father if he will co-sign and then we will see about the loan." The lady left and never came back.
SAD BUT TRUE!
Friday, February 11, 2011
FRIDAY VALENTINE'S PARTIES
The Goodwill Lunching Group gave each and every child at my adopted school 2 books today as a Valentine. It was WONDERFUL! If you could have seen and heard these sweet children. MINE??? DO I GET TO TAKE IT HOME!!!! Was just a small example of their comments.
I was on my feet from 8 AM until 2----but even though my back hurt---it was SO WORTH IT!
The children got to PICK OUT their books---an added treat. It was interesting to see what they like and I discovered some writers that are currently the "Hot Thing". The BIG HITS of the day were the 3 D car books for the boys and ANY Junie B. Jones book for the girls.
I was on my feet from 8 AM until 2----but even though my back hurt---it was SO WORTH IT!
The children got to PICK OUT their books---an added treat. It was interesting to see what they like and I discovered some writers that are currently the "Hot Thing". The BIG HITS of the day were the 3 D car books for the boys and ANY Junie B. Jones book for the girls.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR
Once upon a time---38 years ago yesterday to be exact---a Knight in Shining Armor swept into a lady's life to rescue her. She was so relieved and thankful for his great love and protection.
Life has marched on since that day. There have been good days, there have been better days and there have been days over the top. There have also been bad days, and there have been----WELL DO NOT GO THERE. The Kingdom has grown with three royal heirs and now the next generation of Knights have arrived--4 in all. Somehow they have survived it all---though admitting they are not quite sure how they did some days.
The Knight's steed has gone from dazzling white to motley gray. The Knight's armor is dented and tarnished from falling from his steed and the dirt in the road. And the damsel in distress-----the fair maiden----she has appeared to be more of a screeching wretch on many an occasion and as the flower faded so she goes. And yet---all these years later somehow there is still a Knight and still his lady. The only problem is that the Knight is holding on to the out of control horse for dear life and the lady is dragging behind clinging to the horse's tail----wondering if the horse is ever going to slow down. Life goes on---and the Knight is still there behind the armor and the lady still has the same heart--even after all the bumps of the road--they are the same.
Life has marched on since that day. There have been good days, there have been better days and there have been days over the top. There have also been bad days, and there have been----WELL DO NOT GO THERE. The Kingdom has grown with three royal heirs and now the next generation of Knights have arrived--4 in all. Somehow they have survived it all---though admitting they are not quite sure how they did some days.
The Knight's steed has gone from dazzling white to motley gray. The Knight's armor is dented and tarnished from falling from his steed and the dirt in the road. And the damsel in distress-----the fair maiden----she has appeared to be more of a screeching wretch on many an occasion and as the flower faded so she goes. And yet---all these years later somehow there is still a Knight and still his lady. The only problem is that the Knight is holding on to the out of control horse for dear life and the lady is dragging behind clinging to the horse's tail----wondering if the horse is ever going to slow down. Life goes on---and the Knight is still there behind the armor and the lady still has the same heart--even after all the bumps of the road--they are the same.
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