Tea for 75, Invitation to join us

Hello to my fellow bloggers, and blog readers. It is a gusty cool day in the Okanagan today and on days like this I like a cup of tea in a china mug.  The hot water goes in the cup, and my hands wrap around the mug to soak it up while inhaling the warm scent.

chai teaNot just any tea neither, the absolute best tea to warm your insides while cuddling that mug is chai tea. I love the warmth of chai tea and it works well with my sweet tooth as well.

I liken chai tea to a slice of pumpkin pie in a cup with or without the whipped cream ūüôā

My title “TEA FOR 75″¬†? ¬†I am hoping today that 75 readers will read and share a mugga with me and post the name your favorite tea. ¬†Please include the city you are replying from just for interest also

Click here for a recipe or you can be like me and buy Chai Tea mix pre-made and just add milk and warm it up.

75 folks will be a big tea party for me, everyone welcome! My sincere thank  you for dropping in.

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I just called to hear your voice

Tania and Linda were inseparable in high school. They met at the top of the hill near Tania’s hlifesaver candyouse at precisely 8 every day so they could walk together.

At school they had different class schedules but they sat together at lunch and walked home together after school and lingered before saying goodbye.

Often at night when they tried to phone each other at night, the line was busy because they were both dialing each other at the exact same time.

Graduation came, then college,  then careers, husbands and life became busy. They called on birthdays, and life got in the way of the heart sharing they did when they were young. They were best friends linked for life though and they each knew the love never diminished,  the friendship was never broken, it was like a chess game interrupted but they were going to finish it.

Tania felt tired that cloudy day, ¬†not physically exhausted, it was like her emotional battery was drained and she felt colourless. Effortlessly in her mind she could see Linda’s face, the laugh in Linda’s voice and she knew what she had to do, no matter the time. Tania reached for the phone, and settled back for a long call.

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David was enjoying the beginning of a spring, only last week there was frost on his car and he wondered about Mother Nature’s unpredictability.

Today he stood in his driveway and spring was on his doorstep. The grass looked like it was coming back to life, and he swore he heard a robin but he couldn’t see it. It was a good day to tackle one of his “chores.”

aston martin james bond carOil and filter ready, car up on the ramp he lay on his back and wiggled under pushing his oil tray ahead of him. He looked up at the oil pan, wrench all set and his mind played a movie of this exact chore.

He twisted his head looked around, hoping and almost expecting to see his Dad’s feet, ¬†and waiting to hear his Dad’s voice. He realized that changing the oil with his Dad had never been a “chore” and for some reason there was lots of easy laughter associated with the dirty job.

Saturday car washing, oil changes, and raking leaves with his Dad growing up weren’t chores at all, never had been. They had been gifts.

He wiggled out, and left the car and oil intact, he knew what he wanted to do right now, kicked off his shoes, leaned back on the recliner and reached for the phone. He was looking forward to a long call.

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The best day of my life? ¬†That’s a hard question because I’ve had a few for sure. It wasn’t winning the lottery that’s for certain, nice but only nice. ¬†I can’t answer that.

I think there is no best day of my life, in my mind I have a collage of moments with the people in my life that I can’t imagine life without.

Reading books to my kids when they were so small, especially at bed time. I loved that. I remember my daughter wearing one of my shirts at age two like a dress and laughing and chasing me, ¬†that’s better than the finest wine.

I remember waking ughosts and good timingp freezing in a tent with my son, ¬†and wouldn’t trade that for the best day I ever had at work.

The best day of my life, ¬†maybe it’s today just counting my blessings.

New car, caviar, four star daydream, No football team for me. ¬†I’m rich already.

Walking away and feeling the wind on his face, he smiled, he was thinking of a song, and he started to hum and sing. Click here to check out the song.

** Thanks for reading my post today,  I appreciate all comments and suggestions. 

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You Sunk My Battleship – http://wp.me/p19pY3-1N8

When I was a child, I had black eyes and close calls just like most kids of my generation.

As kids we were oblivious to everything our parents did for us, as it should be.  We never understand the scares we gave our parents or the sacrifices they made.

But as we age our imagination and understanding grows in depth and appreciation. 

As Bob Hope sang “thanks for the memories!”

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Something to Ponder

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Originally posted on fourth generation farmgirl:
Before Christmas, I read an article along the lines of self-empowerment and jotted down some highlights that made an impression. ¬†I know I’ve heard much of this advice at one time or another, but…

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No more bullying!

riskyI know that today is not pink shirt day, Today is a day that the United Nations organization has decided to promote as ZERO DISCRIMINATION DAY, March 1st that is.

This started me thinking about Discrimination which in my mind is similar to bullying! 

The definition of Discrimination is

  1. the unjust or prejudicial treatment of different categories of people or things, especially on the grounds of race, age, or sex.
    “victims of racial discrimination”
  2. recognition and understanding of the difference between one thing and another.

First I thought we all are discriminating and that is right. We believe in a code of conduct, and we also make decisions that protect and benefit ourselves and our family. That is the latter definition above which is about making decisions, and using discernment and our judgement.

The Discrimination we¬†don’t want is unfair discrimination such as Age, Gender, Sexuality, Nationality, Ethnicity, Skin color, height, weight, profession, education or beliefs. That could be described possibly as bias, or intolerance.

Second I thought about Martin Luther King Jr. (MLK) I decided to read a bit about him on Wikipedia and then look up some quotes. I liked and learned how he saw discrimination in some people as a sickness. I think he saw people could be cured through education and non-violent marches to push them to think.

MLK said this:

DARKNESS CANNOT DRIVE OUT DARKNESS; ONLY LIGHT CAN DO THAT. HATE CANNOT DRIVE OUT HATE; ONLY LOVE CAN DO THAT.

RARELY DO WE FIND MEN WHO WILLINGLY ENGAGE IN HARD, SOLID THINKING. THERE IS AN ALMOST UNIVERSAL QUEST FOR EASY ANSWERS AND HALF-BAKED SOLUTIONS. NOTHING PAINS SOME PEOPLE MORE THAN HAVING TO THINK.

dr seussLet’s think when we are making decisions, and make sure our discrimination in our lives is the right kind, as in the choosing between two things on the proper merits. The discrimination (choice) is ours.

The defense against the wrong kind, the prejudicial type of prejudice is to be thinking. I like to believe that if we pause and think, we can do better.

Plus we have to speak up in support of others even when they, not us us are unfairly discriminated against. When people are treated unfairly, let’s all stand up and shine a light on the darkness in a peaceful way. I think this is happening already.

William Faulkner said:

‚ÄúNever be afraid to raise your voice for honesty and truth and compassion against injustice and lying and greed. If people all over the world…would do this, it would change the earth.‚ÄĚ

I hope that I expressed this well, what do you think? Ideas, suggestions?

Thanks for visiting and your helpful comments are welcome. 

 

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Way back in 76 they were right

Way back in high school I was told by a girl I knew what kind of person I am. She was right about me. She used the “H” word, and I didn’t mind too much. It’s not a bad thing, and looking back to those high school years, and the girl whose name I don’t remember, I admit it, she’s right. I’m a hugger. It’s time it was out in the open.

When I see my family, my daughter, my son, my wife, my son in law and all the others in my life that really hold me up and revolve in my mind; I enjoy giving them a hug.

I think there was a time that I thought it wasn’t “macho” but forget that – I enjoy giving my team the hugs that warm my heart, and my life is better for it. I live for those moments.

eyes up and wiggleI know there has to be a study that shows the correlation between love and health. It must reduce stress and it goes hand in hand with laughing and smiling.

Join me, don’t be shy. If you are a hugger also, stand tall and be counted. Way back in 76, they were right.

Thanks for visiting today for my short confession.

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Refilling the G Quotient

I have blogged about this before, because it really seems practical and useful. Giving thanks, being grateful, and the G Quotient aka Gratitude Quotient in you life may correspond with how happy you feel.Feeling grateful is a fantastic way to start your day, and that is what happened to me this Tuesday.

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Morning light on Okanagan Lake

This Tuesday I had the most pleasant morning, at the city hospital and refilled my G Quotient. Allow me to share with you what made this visit special to me. I am a regular at the lab, giving blood and so on and I fast for these blood tests. Hungry me I get there by 7 am so I can “beat the rush” which really means “beat the wait” and have my tests done when the lab opens at 7:30. Other wise souls know how long the wait can be and they sometimes beat me there. That was the case this Tuesday, a gentleman and his wife were already waiting at the lab in front of me at 7 am. I joked how disappointed I was to be 3rd in line and we struck up a conversation. (how bashful I am, I know)

I never found out his name but we ended up discussing transplants. This gentleman had had a double lung transplant and he looked great. He had this huge surgical scar that went up from under one armpit over his chest in a rising half circle and then dropped under the other armpit. ¬†He described as being opened up like a giant clamshell, and then of course they smiled. I was struck by this word picture and then I saw the actual scar in pictures on his phone. He also showed me his old lungs, like a worn out brown men’s wallet, you would never guess it was a lung picture. But like a man proud of his new car, he showed me pictures of his new lungs ¬†just before they went in, what pink beauties they were, and he was driving those now. ūüôā

I shook this man’s hand and we smiled. We were survivors. He had refilled my G¬†Quotient and after being poked and swabbed, vials of blood labeled and put away, I sashayed down that hall feeling empty and full. I was empty of food tummywise, but I was full of gratitude for meeting this man.
Feeling a bit down? Take a moment like I do, and count your blessings, having your G tank full makes this life journey pretty darn sweet.

Thanks for reading, and I love it if you follow this blog, and check out past posts, and comments and suggestions are more than welcome. 

 

 

 

 

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In My Life, There are Moments

Thanks for visiting my blog, I have been remiss in regular posts for awhile, I apologize. When things are happening I pull into my shell a bit.

I will likely post some information about Live Kidney Donors in the near future. It is interesting I hope for you, and you never know if you or someone you love may need a kidney donation.

Startling to some I know, but if you pause and think about it “what if someone you love needed a kidney and you could save their life, and ostensibly your life would not change?” – or perhaps it is easier to consider this “what if you needed a kidney to live, would you accept a kidney from someone?” ¬†Is your answer the same?¬†

In My Life
There are places I’ll remember
All my life, though some have changed
Some forever, not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life, I’ve loved them all
But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I’ll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know…

This song is well known, and it is to me like abrook that melodically courses through my mind and emotions. Does it affect you that way?

I wanted to write a post about moments. Life is about moments isn’t it? Do you remember days when memory pops up? or do you remember a moment, a phrase, an instance?

I think most of us¬†are “moments” people, I am. When I think of family, uncles, aunts, cousins, friends, and acquaintances I never remember whole events especially. I remember moments and I recall stories that go with those moments.

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Grandpa & Grandma

I have an uncle that I visited as a young man on my grandfather’s farm. I was a skinny kid from Vancouver, and naive what farming was all about. My grandfather, and uncle made helping them fun. I remember the cow mooing in the morning, my grandfather’s chuckle as he explained that he was late, and the cow was telling him to hurry up. I remember my grandfather’s chuckle at other times also, like when he was pulling other tractors from the mud and his big tractor bucked and slipped in its task.

hay-bales-2I remember my uncle bouncing bales of hay off me as he tossed hay up on a trailer in the field, and then him tweezing slivers from my hands that night.

Moments form the stories we remember, and that’s what it’s all about. When it’s all said and done, there will just be some stories and hopefully there will be lots and they will be happy.

Making happy moments and more stories to leave behind, there is not much else. 

If you liked my post, I hope you will take a moment to leave a comment. Have a great day.

If you want to listen to The Beatles “In My Life” – click here

 

 

 

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Analysis of Donald Trump’s Inaugural Address

I am rebloging this post because of the excellent analysis and historical insights from the author.

Manner of Speaking

On 20 July 2017, Donald John Trump was sworn in as the 45th President of the United States. He takes office at the end of the most acrimonious campaigns in recent history, and with Americans deeply divided, as witnessed by the protests that erupted across the country (and the world) the next day.

An inaugural address is an opportunity to bring the country together, to heal the wounds that were opened during the election campaign. For Donald Trump, it was a missed opportunity.

Trump’s address was dark and aggressive. He talked about healing and coming together, but his tone and the content of his speech were more confrontational than conciliatory. Given the bitterness of the campaign, this did not come as a complete surprise. Yet, Trump’s speech stands in stark contrast to the inaugural addresses delivered by his predecessors.

When Abraham Lincoln gave his second inaugural address in 1865, just months before the end of…

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DEER BAY – http://wp.me/pLLdK-kV8

This is one of my favorite blogs. Included in this post is a YouTube by the author and he shares his thoughts as he sits in the cold cold reflecting Waters of deer Bay. I hope you’re transported to the moment with my friend in DEER BAY. 

I know from following this blog that his pictures are not the product of luck, they are the result of his ongoing dedication to the extent that he is accepted to not be a threat. That’s why he gets super photos, birds and animals let him get much closer than you or I may.

I would love Wayne to do a west coast documentary, who has friends at Netflix? 

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