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Monday, July 21, 2014

mean girls

I'm sure you probably remember the movie Mean Girls.

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Ten years later, the Mean Girls quotes are still out there, and although we can laugh at the movie, what happens in real life when mean girls don't grow out of their meanness. I know that I have certainly been the recipient of some pretty mean things, and I have often been completely floored that someone would say the things that they do. I'm the product of an "if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all" upbringing, and if I were to say some of the things that have been said to me, I would feel like washing my own mouth out with soap.

It seems that for some people there are no filters, and I'm left wondering why at a certain age they didn't realize that it isn't okay to say mean things. Did the shocked looks not give them the message? Did the hurt expressions not work? 


Today on Women Speak I thought we could talk about what to do when someone says something mean to you. Do you have something that you always do in response. I would love to know.

Let's chat.

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get your happy on


A Snippet of Inspiration

Week Seven

Because a little rain will fall into everyone's life and I believe everyone should start out their week feeling inspired. Snippets of Inspiration is a small shot of inspiration on Mondays.



So even if a little rain is falling in your life right now, enjoy the moment, and don't forget to stop and dance in the puddles. 

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Saturday, July 19, 2014

this and that...here and there


Does the summer seem like it is flying by to you? Why is that? Winter drags on and on, seeming like it will never end, but summer seems to end before it has barely begun. 

We have been having early fall like weather here this past week. Daytime highs have been in the seventies and the nights have been in the fifties. It has felt great, but I want to feel summer's steamy weather. I want to know that it is actually summer so that I can have those summer memories when I am once again feeling the cold of winter. The weather forecasters say we are having a summer version of the polar vortex. That really concerns me. Does that mean that we will continue to have the polar vortex sweeping down through the upcoming winter? UGH!!!


Okay, I just saw some leaves that were changing to red. Please summer, come back!!

I have as usual been doing a lot of reading. I just finished the latest Karen White book, A Long Time Gone. Do you read her books? I think this may be her best one yet. I found out she was here doing a book signing a few weeks ago and I missed her. I would have loved to meet her. I took the book and dropped it off at my mom's this morning so she can get a start on it. I keep her well supplied with library books.


The morning walking has been going good. I get out every morning around seven and yesterday I got up to 45 minutes. This morning it was raining so I went and walked in the Peddlers Mall where I have my booth. It is huge in there and as I had to go clean up my booth I figured I might as well get my walk in.. Someone bought an antique table from me yesterday and I knew they probably just took everything off and laid it on the floor in the middle of the booth. I was right. What a mess. You couldn't even get to the back of my booth.


The rest of the week has been pretty much the same old, same old. Thrifting, auctions, and yard sales. One of my favorite finds of the week was this huge, heavy, and gorgeous white Red Cliff soup tureen. As much as I would love to keep it, it will be going into my Etsy shop in the next few days for some other lucky person. 


So, what have you been up to this week? Is your weather similar to mine or have you been enjoying typical summer temps? 

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Friday, July 18, 2014

fried chicken memories



Summer always reminds me of fried chicken. Hot sunny Sunday afternoons out in the backyard with the smell of fried chicken sneaking out the back screened door. Mama would be standing over what had to be an unbearably hot stove frying up chicken in her two cast iron skillets. Fresh snapped green beans seasoned with country ham bubbled on one burner and potatoes for mashing on another, while fresh homemade biscuits baked in the oven. As soon as the chicken frying was done Daddy would step in to make his secret recipe of southern milk gravy. I was twelve before he passed that secret on to me. It was one of the proudest days of my life. Mama's chicken and Daddy's gravy put Colonel Sanders to shame here in Kentucky. 

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Every summer Sunday I would sit on my swing lazily swinging back and forth while my bare toes trailed a line in the dust just waiting for that chicken dinner. For Mama to call that supper was ready. For the best part of the week, in my opinion. I was a child who didn't eat much. A child, who when Daddy came home from work at six o'clock would be sitting at the dining room table, and when he asked why I was at the table before supper was ready I would answer that I was still sitting there from lunch because I refused to eat. But you would never catch me not eating that fried chicken supper.


When I was nine we moved to Canada, away from my little southern home. We moved into a big house and my parents did a lot of entertaining of my father's clients from all over the world. My mother was a gourmet cook and served some amazing dinners, but her fried chicken with Daddy's gravy was a favorite. I'll never forget the man from Australia, who at the end of the meal one night asked if anyone else wanted more potatoes and gravy. When the answer came back as no, he took the big serving bowl of potatoes, covered them with gravy, and proceeded to finish them off, wiping the remaining gravy from the bowl with a leftover biscuit.

I have many memories of wonderful meals from over the years, but whenever I catch the smell of chicken frying I am transported back to our first little house and summer Sundays. Of Mama and Daddy in that small hot kitchen cooking up the best meal ever. 

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Thursday, July 17, 2014

transformations: inch by inch

I can't even begin to count how often I feel like an inch worm just inching my way along to my goals. 

Inch! Inch! Inch!

Like I'm driving down the highway in the slow lane with that big old mountain way off in the distance.



But isn't that really how life works? We wake up each day and continue to work and fight for what we want, and it's a good fight. I know you do it. You're that warrior who doesn't give up. How do I know? Because I see your blogs, both large and small. I read your comments. I see you searching for inspiration, and I know that you have it within you. 

I listened for too long to what other people thought I should do. Then a light came on and I realized that who I am and what I need and want is right here inside of me. So I get up and fight each day for it, because that is who I am. 

I am so proud to know each one of you. I know that you are inching your way along too, and I know that you are successful because you haven't given up. 

So keep on inching along, you successful people.

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Wednesday, July 16, 2014

i'm walking, yes indeed.....


Well, the weight gain that I talked about here, and the fact that I just haven't had my usual energy has gotten me to dig out the walking shoes again. For three days I have been up at six and out the door at seven. 


Early morning has always been my favorite time of the day and this week the weather is perfect. Highs in the 70's and lows in the 50's. It feels more like late September than mid July. I actually had to wear a light sweater when I walked. 

I am really out of shape. I can only do about 25 minutes and then I have to quit, but I know if I can just keep it up every day I will build myself back up. I sometimes wonder what happened to that young girl who could just walk and walk forever. I used to walk everywhere, but of course when I learned how to drive and my parents bought me a car I thought I was too cool to walk. 


There have been times during my adult life that I have taken up walking again and have done some hiking, but I never seem to sustain it. I get busy, life gets in the way, or I just get lazy. Whatever the reason, I know that it is something that I need to do for not only my physical well being, but my mental well being as well. It is amazing how much better I feel when I walk consistently. 


So once again I am out and about in my neighborhood. Greeting people as they leave for work. Enjoying the gardens. Listening to the sounds of families. It makes me really happy to start my day this way.

Simple and serene living at its best.

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Monday, July 14, 2014

eeek!!! I weighed

Early Friday morning I made my way to the doctor's office. The first thing that happened when I got there was the weighing in.



My first thought was, this can't be. I know my clothes feel a little tighter, but REALLY???? I felt light headed and wanted to cry. Over the winter I gained "12" pounds. That is a lot of extra weight I am carrying around. What happened??? 

Well, I know what happened. I turned to comfort foods. I threw caution to the wind and ate things I normally don't eat, I stopped walking, and my body is paying for it. (note to self: Baskin Robbins Rocky Road ice cream might taste delicious, but it is not really healthy)


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As women age, it becomes much easier to gain weight than to get it off. I was very thin when I was younger, but as I have aged my body has changed. It is not a terrible thing that I am not as thin as I once was, but I don't like how I look when I see myself in the mirror and I don't like how I am feeling. Yes, I have earned the changes that come with aging. There are wrinkles and sagging skin. Brown spots that are not the freckles of my youth. Dimples that are in places I don't really like. I am not trying to look like I did when I was twenty. I am trying to have a healthy body.

So I have made a commitment to myself. I will start eating healthy again and I will start back on my walking program. I won't berate myself if I slip up, I will just keep on working at it to do better. 



Today on Women Speak I thought we could talk about weight. How do you feel about your weight? Are you on a special diet? What types of exercise do you do? Are you happy with your weight? Are you feeling well? As always, there are no judgments.

Grab a cup of tea or coffee and let's chat.



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