My morning routine includes the reading of a few newspapers online. I perusing some regional and some national papers for items of interest. It is amazing the anger you find in people’s replies to stories. They are virtual shouting matches filled with hate. The attacks they instigate would be private discussions in their heads if not for the anonymous shroud of the internet. I am not talking about the healthy debates and differences of opinion, I am talking about raw anger and attacks. Today, I wish those very angry people peace! Serenity now! Serenity now!

Is this where we want to be?

As we approach the end of January, it seems we are stuck in a somewhat cold reality. Is this what life is all about? Getting quickly from one building to the next, waiting for a "warm" up of 20 degrees? Lately I have been thinking about how quickly life seems to be flying by, but then the long cold month of January gets a person to thinking about being stuck in time. Now I mean that in the best of terms. To clarify, think about what you want to do in your life and if you are stuck here in January, would you be happy where you are at? Would you want to do more? Less? Maybe you have something on the list that you have been meaning to do.

On this day in January, do one thing, take one step towards the life you want to have! If you look at your life and all is right in the world, have another sip of coffee, put up your feet and enjoy your day!

Fridays!

Don't things just seem to look better on Fridays, the world is a bit brighter when you know you are going to have a couple of days of free time. I don't even mind the cold so much when it is on a Friday! What's your favorite thing about the weekend? I think mine might be Saturday morning coffee! Have a great Friday.

Into 2011

The new year comes with much hoopla, then we settle into January, soon we find ourselves into the winter routine, most of us forgetting the promises we made to ourselves in the new year. Now is a good time to reflect on what is a real resolution and what are empty wishes that we really aren't willing to work towards. Maybe this is the best time for goal setting, when the holiday haze has cleared your head.

Today, do one thing that will move you a step closer to what it is you are really looking for. Just a baby step if that is what you need to do.

I wish you all a day of mid January calm, free of worry and anxiety.

A New Year and a New Day

No resolutions this year, just gratitude. This will be the simple mantra of the year. Just gratitude. My goal for the year is to have a heart and mindset of gratitude no matter what 2011 brings.

As with most people, I look at the new year as a chance for some new beginnings, some new goals a fresh start on some old ideas. So let the year begin. May it bring you much happiness and pure joy in your life!

Happy 2011!

Waiting for Baby

This is the day Baby Weich is to appear. His parents are off to the Hospital and the induction will begin. This is grandchild #9 for us. Each one is as exciting as the next.

As we anticipate the arrival, it is hard to imagine him at 5 and 10 and wonder how he will fit in with the other grandkids. What color eyes will he have? And how big will he be? (My guess is 8.6 lbs) When will he be old enough to come to Camp Grandma? Time will tell.

Until then, we will remember what little boys are made of; snips and snails and puppy dog tails.

What are little boys made of?

Will this be the day Grandchild number 9 arrives? Last night we learned Lindsey was in the hospital. Later we learned it was not to be last night, this morning we wake up with anticipation of the little guys arrival. I am very excited, but sad that we won't be there when he arrives. As a grandparent it is difficult to know what your role is in the very beginning. When I was a new mom I wasn't one to want my Mom in the delivery room. My Mom always respected our wishes at that time. I would like to do the same.

Back to the little guy, we have waited a long time for his arrival, we wonder where he will fit in with the mix. This is our third grandson, and probably not our last. Tavian and Tate have set the bar high for sweet grandson's. Tavian already did Camp Grandma at age 5. Tate likes to walk around the house as I talk to him on the phone pointing things out. He hasn't quite mastered talking yet, but I get the feeling it isn't too far away.

As we prepare for the arrival I am reminded of the poem

"What are little boys made of?"
What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails,
And puppy dog tails,
That's what little boys are made of.
Author Unknown.