This is one of my most favorite TED talks.
I love the way she talks, and the message.
I can see I need to work on changing a few things in myself....
Monday, December 4, 2017
Wednesday, November 29, 2017
Monday, November 27, 2017
Okay, so I gotta relive this story.
Last month we needed to spend the night in Morgan Hill. The plan
was next morning I had a Dr appt in Santa Clara, 30 minutes from
there, about my odd heart beat.
Den and I both went to bed about 10pm. Around midnight I was
still awake so I got up to get a snack. I had just turned around the
corner from our hotel bedroom to the small living room area, when
suddenly flashing lights continued to fill the room. At the same
time a blaring alarm was beeping continuously!
SO very very LOUD. Over and over, with no break.
Thinking in hindsight, I should have felt the hotel room door for
heat and if it was cool, then I should open it, and Den and I would
both get outside.
But, I didn't.
I quickly walked over to Den who was still in bed, but of course
awake by now. Well sort of.
“It’s the fire alarm. We need to get out of here!” I shouted above
all the noise.
He said right back at me, “No it’s not. Just go back sleep.”
“Den it won’t stop. It’s so LOUD. Let’s get OUT of here. Come
on, you have to get out of bed!”
"It's just a false alarm," He kept saying.
"But what if it's not and the hotel is on fire. Please GET UP!"
I kept wondering when the cop in him would kick in.
Then he says to me again from the bed, “Did you push any
buttons?” (Did he really think I caused this?)
“NO! Of course I didn't push any buttons! Come on let’s go.”
I grab one of the blankets off the bed, wrap myself up in it and then
went towards the door. I opened it to see what was going on and
saw a man running down the hallway. I shouted out to him, “Is
there a fire?” He shouts back while continuing to run, “I think it’s
just a fire drill.”
I’m thinking….Really, like back in 5th grade? They have those
here? In the middle of the night?!
Den calls out to me again, “Just come back to bed. You can’t go
out there! You aren’t dressed!”
What if he’s right and there is no fire and I’m outside in my
underwear wrapped in a blanket with all the other evacuated
strangers. That would be appropriate behavior if there WERE a fire,
but what if there’s not one?
So I decide to get my nightgown on. But the alarm is so blaring that
I truly could not take my fingers out of my ears long enough to get
it on. Way too painful, and it felt like my ear drum would burst
from that high pitch noise.
I yell to Den who has his pillow over his head, “Come here and
hold your fingers in my ears so I can get my nightgown on!”
He actually gets out of bed and does just what I ask him. I’m
thinking, we are making progress.
He starts to get back in bed, but I keep having to yell at him above
the alarm sound which is very hard to do, “Come on, we’re going
I open the door again, and see another man running out. But other
than that, there is no one in the hallway. We must be the last ones to
Then Den says he can’t go because he’s not dressed. "Well hurry
up and get dressed then!” Totally frustrated, I toss his pajamas at
He finally is out of bed and getting dressed.
Then I grabbed my purse, and my husband, and off we go.
Den keeps saying to me as I am practically dragging him down the
hall to the exit, “You don’t have your shoes on. You can’t go
outside like that!”
I say right back to him, “This is what people do when there’s a
oh my goodness
So sure enough, as soon as we step outside amongst all our fellow
strangers, it appears we were the last ones out. Everyone is standing
around in silence. So I asked a man closest to us, “So what is
going on? Is there really a fire?”
He assures me there is…"one of the rooms on the 2nd floor."
"So is it still burning?"
"No they got it out, but we can’t go back in until the fire chief
arrives to give clearance."
I don’t understand what could have set on fire. We were in a
Marriott Courtyard. There are no ovens or stoves in the rooms.
Den is still worried about my bare feet getting cold in the night air.
He insists on going back into the hotel to get my shoes. I have to
say now, I thought that was ever so sweet. Especially going back
into the "burning building" and all.
Finally after about an hour outside, the alarm noise is shut off and
we are allowed to go back inside. We still don’t know yet what
We go back to bed, but since we are in a hearing impaired room (it
was the only room left when we checked in, we were told) the
flashers continued on for a good hour more.
We lost about 2-3 hours sleep. At least.
A few hours later it was 6am and time to get up. Den was back to
his normal thinking self, and went down to the lobby to find out
what exactly happened last night.
I stayed behind, getting ready for my appt.
About 15 minutes later Den comes back to our room. He says to
me, "Okay, I found out what happened last night. Are you
ready for this?"
Then he went on to explain. The ladies at the desk said a man in a
room on the 2nd floor last night decided for some reason to hang
his clothes from the sprinkler on the ceiling. This in turn set off his
sprinklers which in turn set off the alarm for the entire 3 story hotel.
And for another unknown reason, this man stayed up in his very
wet and raining room for quite some time before reporting it!
Den was told the entire 2nd floor was covered in water. So much so
that it was dripping down the walls and onto the main floor. So
who caused all this was upset his electronics got damaged!
The hotel was already smelling like mildew the next morning so we
opted to move out, rather than stay another night as planned.
Just as we were leaving, we saw a young couple happily booking a
room. I left wondering what they thought when they turned the
corner from the front desk, and saw all this.
I think just about all adventures are worth it, if they end well.
And this one did for us, but not so much for the Marriott.
I still can't figure out why Dennis would not get out of bed for the
fire alarm, but he jump right out of bed to protect my ears.
Not sure what all this means, but it kind of makes me happy to
think about now. However, if we had burned up in the fire, I would
have been really mad at him.
Saturday, November 18, 2017
I hope to remember this when I need it!
Gretchen Rubin is one of my favorite authors, and she has a
podcast that she does each week with her sister, that I never miss.
This little 4 minute excerpt from just this past week, could be SO
helpful in some situations when you are stuck and it appears
there is no solution.
Don't miss the example Gretchen uses in her own life at 2:43.
On a similar note, here's another one from a close friend of mine. She will say this to her Dr if he
doesn't have the solution to a medical dilemma:
"Can you direct me to someone who would
have the answers to my questions?"
Wednesday, November 15, 2017
It's hard being so far away when our kids are going through tough things.
Very early yesterday morning in Massachusetts, McKay and
McKenna took Grant to Shriners' hospital for his long awaited
surgery to help correct his club feet.
I hung by my phone all day waiting for pictures and they have sent
Thank you Kelly! (McKenna's mom who is there with them thank goodness)
Some before surgery pictures...
Monday, November 13, 2017
This wedding video is so well done!
My niece McKenzie made this from her sister Lauren's wedding in
Ohio last summer.
McKenzie is only 18, but seriously, this looks like a professional
job. Some just have that kind of talent.
I love watching my sister Robin and Dave dance....
Sunday, November 12, 2017
through the left breast while fighting the Civil War in
Tennessee in 1863 as a volunteer
when he was 21 years old.
his left side and lodged within the thorax.
discharged with 1/2 disability.
the daughter of Dr. Ezekiel Cooper Chew.
Chew was helping treat Luman's wounds, and that is
how he met Dr. Chew's daughter Mary.
gunshot wound so close to his heart,
My nieces and nephews and their children
would not be here.
The list goes on and on.
bullet, and which way it landed.
I know our Father in Heaven is in charge.
The older I get the less I believe in
chance and coincidences.
Luman LeMaster for his service. I will also thank him
for fighting to stay alive.
We owe our lives and happiness
in many ways to our Veterans.
Tuesday, November 7, 2017
Saturday, November 4, 2017
So while waiting for the Trick or Treaters to begin knocking at our
door, I sat on the couch by Den and told him about this song I had
heard for the first time earlier in the day.
Usually, he does not like my music, and I don't much care for his.
But I said, "Maybe this one will be different for you."
It sounds so sweet. And sort of 1950s style.
I told him that if I had any single sons left, I would give this song to
him so he could play it for his true love after he finds her.
But my daughters in law have all been found and loved, and they
have their own songs. Besides, moms don't choose these songs.
So instead I played it for Dennis through iTunes.
Then he wanted the lyrics, and sang it to me.
I never knew Halloween to be so romantic.
It's all about the moments, right?
Wednesday, November 1, 2017
Our little Grands, and their costumes from last night!
And back to one of the hippies...
Just ask your Uncle Richard.
From my journal in 1970 when I was 16.
This excerpt written the night after Richard
graduated from high school:
all the time he was walking up to get his diploma. He's very
immature, if you ask me."
After I read all of my 1970 journal, it went in the shredder.
(I thought it would get better with age, it didn't)
Nothing earth shaking, but we liked it.
Sunday, October 29, 2017
When Emily called us a few weeks ago and said she had some
news, we thought she was engaged!
Nope, not that.
She told us she decided to serve a mission!
When we asked her where she wanted to go she said ANYWHERE.
Then Friday night, thanks to FaceTime, we got to watch her open
the big white envelope!
Her Mom, Kim, and her Aunt Kris, were in Texas at a quitting convention which I know was SO hard on them not to be there....but they didn't want her to wait the 4 days for their return.
Friday, October 20, 2017
(in no particular order)
2. I guess Den and I stayed a bit long recently while we were at
Dad and Susan's. We got to see their nightly ritual of massaging
each other's feet.
and then had to wear a monitor for 30 days....plus have an EEG.
Cindy and Katie who lived in the same cul-de-sac with us.
including one we would have never known about.)
Tuesday, October 3, 2017
There was this moment in time yesterday, that I’m still thinking
I was at Kaiser pharmacy ready to pick up my prescription. The
entire pharmacy was busy and I could hear quiet chattering all
around the room. Each line had several people waiting. Things
were moving quickly though. Perhaps this was just a typical busy
Soon I notice what looked like a young mom come in with her little
daughter who I’m guessing was about 6 or 7 years old. I noticed
them because the daughter was in front of her and the mom had her
arms wrapped tightly around her…both facing forward, and
walking in this way.
This cute little girl with blonde pigtails was making continual
screams and screeching and crying sounds. Horrible, sad, and loud
All the while the mom was smiling as they both made their way to
the very front of the line where a pharmacist was waiting to give
her their prescription. No waiting in line like the rest of us.
The mom never took her tight body hold off her daughter. And the
daughter made no effort at all to escape that embrace. Clearly this
was not the reason for her crying.
I sensed this mom had special permission because of their
circumstances to be served as soon as they entered the pharmacy
I also sensed the mom was smiling as if to say to all of us in that
room, “Please forgive us for making so much noise and for cutting
in the line. This is our life and we’re doing the best we can.”
All the other customers in that room seemed now to be quiet. I
think just about all eyes were on this mom and her daughter. I
wasn’t sure at first what that meant. Were they annoyed by them?
The little girl continued to wail and screech and cry. The Mom
continued to smile. I probably was not the only one with tears in
my eyes….thinking of this courageous mom and the suffering they
undoubtedly go through every day.
The little girl, I’m guessing, has autism.
I thought of all the many many families who go through similar
situations every single day.
I was hoping the quiet in the room was respect towards this Mom,
although I wasn’t sure. I was a little afraid someone might say
something mean to her.
I continued to be in awe by the Mom. I could not get over that
smile on the her face through all of this.
After the mom got the meds, I watched as she turned around and
headed towards the door. I felt this huge need to go up to her and
tell her what a great mom she was.
But several others did this for me.
I watched someone give her a thumbs up. I heard someone else in
the small crowd say to them, “God bless you.” and I heard another
customer say, “You are such a good mom! Bless you!”
I’m certain this is NOT the reaction this struggling Mom always
gets. I’m sure she has received many less than loving reactions.
Several hours later it was time for my bookclub with the
neighborhood ladies. Our discussion ventured into Christianity and
how “many people are turning away from God these days.”
I thought back to earlier in the day and the goodness I got to see. I
couldn’t help but think….whether they believe in Christ or not,
does not change the fact that we are all made in His image.
All the goodness in this world, comes from Him.
Tuesday, September 26, 2017
Thursday, September 14, 2017
As we were driving along, Den and I were busy talking,
while she was reading her bird watching book
she'd had in her purse.
expecting her first baby. How she and her husband, and her entire
extended family and friends (including me!) are just in awe over
excitement for this baby boy to arrive soon.
I told Den,
"Can you imagine the love that will surround this
baby!? He will have SO much attention. Oh my goodness.
They will probably never lay him down!!"
That's when I heard Téa come to life from the back seat. With a bit
of accusing tone, she asked me, "Well what about you Grandma?
What if you were to have a baby?"
"I'm too old for that."
"I know. But what if you did have a baby?"
"Uh...well...okay" (not knowing where we were going with this)
"Would YOU lay your baby down??"she slammed right at me.
"Uh, no, I guess I wouldn't."
Like we thought it was a bad thing to hold a baby so much. She was
trying to stand up for them.....which I thought was SO endearing,
and SO sweet.
Especially since she doesn't even know the people
we were talking about.
"Okay, I will try to remember that..." she quickly pulled out some
sticky notes from her purse
and waved them in front of my eyes and gently whispered to me,
"Grandma use this to write it down!"
sanitizers she also had in her purse,
On the other hand,
give a girl a purse and look what happens....
the thought disappeared when she wouldn't even consider being alone for a few minutes while I took a shower.
Nope, she decided to take her bird book down the hall
and hang out with Grandpa.
And later on when her sister Laurynn came by to pick her up...
the contents of Téa's purse were all over the floor.
I found that rather comforting.
There's still lots of little girl left in our Téa.