Little Dancers and a Migraine

Tonight I had to attend the rehearsal of a dance show where the children ranged in age fro 5 years to 14 years old. I love to watch these girls dance.  They are wonderful and they love it, because the joy shows in their dancing, but tonight I had a bad migraine headache I was in bed most of the day with it, but had to get up at 5pm and go to the theatre.  I took four Advil and went, I had to be backstage to help out and watch the kids. There were a couple other adults with me and I thought I'm never going to make it until 9:30pm, but I did - and I was able to because these sweet little girls were so well behaved.  They were nice to each other and helped each other and picked up their trash and were pretty darn quiet.  I was able to sit quietly observing them and didn't have to move around too much - my migraine got a little better as the night went on and even though it was late and they had to be tired they still behaved so sweetly - Thank you my little dancers and I thank your mommies too because they sure did a good job.

loving you

Patti

The Effect of People

It's amazing how we effect one another.  Driving to work a man gets cut off and is so angry all the honking in the world doesn't help, so when he arrives at his office he yells at his assistant for nothing and she is upset all day. When she gets home her husband is already home and was trying to make dinner - the kitchen is a disaster- and she yells at him and runs crying upstairs to the bedroom.  The son comes down after finishing his homework and sees his dad in the kitchen and laughs and his dad screams at him, the son goes out into the backyard and sits on the back porch where his dog comes up to him and tries to comfort him and he shoves the dog away.  But the dog doesn't give up and he rubs against him until the son gives in and wraps his arms around the dog and  they both feel better.  Why can't we be more like dogs?

The truth is many things effect our moods, music, food, loud noise, traffic, but nothing effects us more then another person, they can be in a silly mood and pass that on or a rotten mood and pass that on.  I try to use boundaries, so other people's moods won't effect mine (okay, well that's what I want to do, anyway). Their mood is theirs you don't have to take it on.  It is okay to allow someone to feel what and how they are feeling without taking on the drama and insanity for yourself.  Give them the space to be what they need to be and you can save yourself a lot of frustration and anger.  And then you have the opportunity to be the dog and give some love and comfort - when the time is right.

Loving you

:O)

Patti

Remembering Dad

Remembering Dad

Memorial Day for me will always be the day my Dad passed away.  He died 19 years ago on May 25, 1992 and it happened to be Memorial Day, which if fitting as he served in the Marines during WWII and was very proud of that.  All the veterans deserve a huge thank you, lots of hugs and love and maybe even some gifts, because the gift they give to us is FREEDOM and that is just priceless. 

I miss my Dad – We were very close, I could tell him anything and I had the honor and privilege to be with him on the night he died.  He was trying so hard to hang on.  I know he was worried that we wouldn’t be okay without him, but my sister Julie and I rubbed his feet and hands and assured him that we would be okay and that we would take care of our Mom and it was okay to let go.  It was hard to say that, I wanted him to stay – I wanted more time to hang out – I wanted him. But to be fair he was so very sick and life was so difficult for him that I couldn’t be as selfish as to beg him to stay in a place he no longer belonged.  It was time for him to go meet up with his dad and mom and wait for the rest of us to follow.  I know that I will see him again.  And I often feel him near me and for this I am grateful and feel comforted.  My nephew has never met my dad, but we have told him so many stories he talks like he knew him personally.  The most amazing thing is that Andrew is so much like my dad at times it’s uncanny.  I love you Dad, say Hi to Grandma and Grandpa.

Loving you

Pg 
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I'm confused

Help me if you can - I can't post from my computer - I don't know what happened, but it started last night I tried to post my Wordle and a memory of my Dad and it wouldn't let me into the posting area it gave a error number, but I have been unable to reach anyone at Blogspot for help - So I cleared my cookies and that didn't help ether.  AAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGG! it is so Frustrating - I am now posting on my nephew's computer and all my pre-written stuff is on my computer.  If any of you have had this problem or know how to contact Blogspot please let me know.

Thanks
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Patti

I planned on writing about my dad but had so much trouble with Blogspot I couldn't sorry for this sucky post

Find Your Peace Change Your Life

 

Okay, so I’m out there in the world everyday, meeting and greeting people and trying to keep them happy and satisfied, because I am a public servant.  Yes, me.  I am basically shy and don’t like to talk to people, but at work I can step out of my self and be the supervisor who really wants with all my heart (no, I’m not being sarcastic) to make sure people enjoy, learn from and are satisfied with our programs and if they are not, then I am there to find a remedy to the problem.  I really love my job, but it takes a lot out of me on some days, but it’s worth it when I get to see how our programs effect the lives of our community.  Sometimes you have to step out of yourself to give others what they need, but you also have to consider that sometime you need to find a hibernating place to recharge your batteries.  You can only be all in if you’re all there.  I love to sit in the swing in my garden on the sunny days or with a good book in my room on the rainy days.  I love to meet up with my friends for coffee or have my toes done in bright colors.  I love to put on my headphones and surround myself with the music that I love or just go to the beach and sit on a bench above the shore and breath. 

Everyone is different and their peace is going to be different – all you have to do is find what makes you happy, what makes you smile or fills you with a sense of peace and take some time for yourself and you will be surprised what you can conquer.

Find your peace, change your life

Love to you

Do you know what I’m doing wrong?

I’m not sure what I am doing wrong.  I am new to blogging and I have really enjoyed the challenge of the Blog-a-thon and writing every day, but no one seems to be reading my blog posts, okay so that’s not exactly true – my friends are faithful and read it and I am so grateful, but very few other bloggers have visited me.  Every day I visit blogs and read them and make comments, hoping that I can support that person.  And it’s amazing and slightly intimidating how well everyone writes and the topics I really enjoy.  Maybe my blog is too out there.  I mean it’s about feelings and dealings.  Maybe I’m not specific enough or should pick a topic, but I just have got to say – that I’m really not an expert in any  one area, except maybe my feelings and the stuff I see out there in the world.  If you get a chance to read this I would really appreciate your thoughts and suggestions, because I would like to continue to do this.

Thanks

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