Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Sitting on Ready

My adorable grand-niece wants to crawl so bad but hasn't quite figured out the mechanics. Still, that doesn't stop her from giving it her all, and I predict it won't be but a few weeks before she'll be off and running ... uh, crawling.



Joining Darcy today for Sweet Shot Tuesday.

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Wednesday, May 25, 2011

A Balanced Diet ~ Simple Pleasures

This may be a “controversial” simple pleasure, but I’m running with it anyway. (hehe)

One of the keys to success, on any level, is learning the art of balance. Whether it’s balancing work and play, or balancing spirituality with living in the real world, balance is vital to living a successful and healthy life.

And, in my opinion, that includes a balanced diet. If you aren't sure what a balanced diet is, take a look at the image and you'll see what one looks like. (Click to enlarge.)


To be honest, I actually enjoy eating a balanced diet, and I do find it to be a simple pleasure. Does that mean I always eat a balanced diet? Alas, no, but whenever I over-indulge in any area of eating, my body resists and sends me warning signals. If I’m smart, I will listen and make the needed adjustments to my diet.

So … this may seem a bit off-the-wall, but my simple pleasure this week is simply a balanced diet. It not only simplifies my life, my body appreciates it.


What about you? What have you discovered as a simple pleasure lately? You’re invited to link up here and share, but, please, please … read the guidelines before linking up. While I appreciate your interest in Simple Pleasures, it’s a bit unique. So, if you link up and discover later that your link has been deleted, it isn’t personal. You’ll find the reason why in the guidelines. And, if you don’t, feel free to contact me.

I will be offline tomorrow, but will be by to see you soon. 


Friday, May 20, 2011

When a friend has cancer

In 2007, while working on assignment for The Dallas Morning News, I met two remarkable young women. One was a cancer survivor; the other was her friend, and I don’t use the word “friend” loosely. I mean friend.

LaGracia Jones was only 22 when doctors diagnosed her with third-stage colon cancer. Teshai Bogar was the friend who never left her side for the two years of treatment. Their story inspired me and confirmed my belief that one person can make a difference.

If you have friends battling cancer, as I do, perhaps you’re wondering how to help, or if there’s anything you can do to make their journey easier. The good news is even if you don’t have much time to offer, or you live far away, you can still make a difference in the life of someone with cancer.
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The full article can be read by clicking on the black-and-white image (may have to click twice for full resolution; I apologize for lack of quality), but I’ve taken from the article a list that might be of assistance. It’s broken down by the amount of time you can devote.

While it’s not mentioned in the article, praying for our friends is something we all can do. Prayer is a powerful weapon against disease.

I was a teenager when the experts at M. D. Anderson Cancer Center told me I had a malignant tumor (it has a long name like mucoepidermoid carcinoma buccal mucosa). I was told I would need surgery, and a minimum of 25 rounds of radiation. It’s a powerful story, one which appears in one of my books, and I blogged about it here. In summary, I’m a testimony to the power of the Great Physician—and without a single round of radiation—37 years later! So, don’t forget to pray for your friends with cancer. God is still a God of miracles.


WHEN A FRIEND HAS CANCER ~ HOW TO HELP

There are countless ways to help, but what works for one may not work for another. Linda Vozzella, a patient clinical educator at Presbyterian Hospital of Dallas, says that asking, "How can I best help you?" is a great starting point.

These suggestions from cancer survivors are grouped by the availability of the volunteer.

If you have a lot of time:

Be a point person. The function of this person can vary from being a spokesperson for the family to coordinating other volunteers with appointments and activities.

If you have less time but are dependable:

  • Offer to manage one specific task, such as establishing a meal schedule. (Always ask about restricted foods.)
  • Get the children to and from school or activities.
  • Walk the dog.
  • Provide transportation to and from appointments.
  • Take care of the housecleaning and laundry.
  • Shop for groceries.
  • Handle insurance issues and related paperwork.
  • Watch the kids.
  • Send regular e-mail updates to friends.
  • Give a manicure or pedicure.

If you don't have much time:

  • Write notes, send cards.
  • Call or e-mail, but don't burden your friend with the responsibility of replying.
  • On a nice day, take your friend to an art gallery or arboretum or just to relax near a lake.
  • Send a custom gift basket with funny socks, inspirational CDs, videos or DVDs, books, magazines, stationery and pens, lotions, lip balm, organic soap (unscented), pretty scarves or hats.
  • Provide the services of a maid, a gardener or a massage therapist.
  • Above all, express concern.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Simple Solutions ~ Simple Pleasures

I have a lovely set of silver-plated flatware that belonged to my mother-in-law. It came in its own velvet-lined storage cabinet, and I kept it there for many years, pulling it out only for special occasions.

But I often find myself needing extra spoons, extra forks, for one reason or another (usually because the dishwasher needs running), so I decided to find a way to have extras on hand.

The solution was a simple one, using an old sugar bowl as storage. Now, I not only have extra utensils handy, I can enjoy seeing these special ones every time I pass through the dining room. I think my mother-in-law would be pleased.

This isn’t my typical simple pleasure, but I think a simple solution falls nicely into the category.

How about you? Have you discovered a simple pleasure lately? You’re welcome to share it here. The guidelines for posting can be found under the Simple Pleasures tab. If you check back and find your link has been deleted, it isn't personal. You’ll find the reason in the guidelines. Thanks so much for sharing. I look forward to mingling with all of you.

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Monday, May 16, 2011

Guideposts Called : And Other Weekend News

The weekend was a good one for yours truly, despite Blogger having a blowout.

It started Friday morning with a phone call from the good folks at Guideposts magazine. (And that was Friday the 13th, mind you, so phooey on the superstitious babble.)

Lord willing, and if all goes as planned, I will have an article in the October issue, and it will be my second appearance in their fine publication. YAY! All of the glory belongs to God; any talents I may possess came straight from His hand. I'm awed by His gifts and never take them for granted.



Saturday was my dear father's 84th birthday. The Man and I drove over and spent the day with the birthday boy, and my mom, of course. We told him it was his day, and we were there to do whatever he wanted to do.

Daddy's first wish was to drive to a neighboring city and eat lunch at a newly opened restaurant. We did, and left smiling and full.


He then asked The Man to drive him around to various places. (That's The Man below, behind the wheel, an excellent chauffeur, if I do say so myself.) 


I can't think of anything my dad enjoys anymore than getting in a vehicle and hitting the road. And as soon as he gets to where he's going, give him a few minutes and he's ready to roll again.

This is my sweet mother, digging in her purse for her cell phone. My parents have friends all over the country, and it seemed every few minutes, she was either receiving a text message or a phone call, wishing the birthday boy a happy birthday. She loved delivering the messages, Daddy loved hearing them, and I loved observing it all.

One of the places we drove to on the birthday tour was this beautiful little church—a church that Daddy was pastor of and helped finish the construction of in the early 70’s. Blood, sweat, and tears—it’s all there somewhere. And it still looks much the same as it did 40 years ago.

This place is near and dear to my heart, as well, as most of my teenage years were spent in and around this building, with friends I still call friends today. Memories that will last a lifetime.

~ Flashback ~ 
That's my handsome dad in 1974, after church one Sunday. 
In the current photo, this area is to the left.
The awning was constructed in later years.
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When we arrived back at the house, we snapped a few photos on the front porch.




Mother always has something interesting sitting around, but nothing more fascinating than this little number called “hen and chicks.” Isn't it adorable?


When I see my parents aging, I could let myself be depressed about it, but I try not to. While it’s sad on one hand, I’m overwhelmed at the goodness of God, for allowing them to live so long, and they are both in excellent health. I think of my husband, who lost his father in 1985, when he was only 58 years old, and so many others who never saw their father reach the age of 84. I am blessed. Abundantly, and beyond words, blessed. And who knows? They may both outlive me!
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Sunday dawned sunny and unseasonably cool. (Love it when that happens.) A perfect day for attending church in the morning, and enjoying the outdoors in the afternoon.


And how was your weekend?



Friday, May 13, 2011

What up with Blogger?

As you know, if you publish to Blogger, there have been major issues in the last 48 hours. Posts and comments created after 7:37 AM on May 11, 2011 have been removed, although the "experts" are hoping to get everything restored soon.

In the meantime, my Simple Pleasures party has disappeared. :-(

Coffee anyone?

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Pancakes in the Morning ~ Simple Pleasures

Welcome to Simple Pleasures. It is a joy to visit with you each week. Your submissions are unique and fun and touching, all at the same time, and your generous comments about this party do not go unnoticed. You make this party happen, so thank you!

If you're new here, please click on the Simple Pleasures tab above before linking up. Should you discover your link has been deleted, you can find the reason in the guidelines. Thanks for your interest. I look forward to mingling.




Photo by Dayle
Some simple pleasures need no explanation. This is mine.

What's yours?




Saturday, May 7, 2011

Anna's Mother

It had been a stressful week. Everywhere I turned, hands were out, begging for more of my time or money. I did what I could, often without a simple thank you, which only left me feeling used and unappreciated. What had happened to good manners?  Had the words “thank you” disappeared from the English language?

It was while I drove home from church that I mulled these things over. My little daughter, then seven, sat beside me, pretty as a picture in her flowered dress and white patent leather shoes.


My heart ached as I studied her sweet profile. The last few days had found me working feverishly on projects for the ungrateful crowd, often resulting in my being a disagreeable mother. My precious daughter’s requests had often been answered with sentences like, "Just a minute."  "I'm busy."  "Please, don't bother me now."  Yet there she sat on this brilliant Sunday afternoon, holding no grudges.

How I wished I could be so merciful to the people I worked with each day. I resented those who treated me poorly, robbing me of my time and disregarding my expertise.

Anna seemed to sense my mood and remained quiet on the drive home. As we rolled into the driveway, she said, "Since Daddy is at work, we can just have our own private time, can't we, Mama?"

I wasn’t sure what she meant, but it sounded good to me. "That will be great, baby. You can help Mama fix lunch and then we can have our own private time."  Through the course of preparing lunch, however, I forgot about her request. I lingered in my office, brooding like a spoiled brat.

In a minute, Anna joined me, settling into the wing-back chair beside my desk. She smoothed her dress and crossed her legs. Suddenly, I remembered the "private" time and wondered if this was an indication that it had begun. I smiled at her, saying nothing.

"Mama," she began, "I just want to tell you how good it is to have you and Daddy."

I straightened up and smiled her way. She didn't wait for my response.

"You and Daddy do so much for me, Mama. You buy me clothes and give me food," she said, her small hands folded in her lap. "You take me to a Christian school and buy me toys. And—" she patted the arms of the chair—" I have a nice chair like this to sit in.”  I noticed her lips began quivering. "You just do so much for me, Mama."

Suddenly, she bolted from the chair and flung herself into my arms. For a long while, we just held onto each other, both of us crying softly. It felt as if my heart would burst.

"I just wanted to say thank you, Mama,” she said. “Thank you so much."

It was a powerful moment. I had to catch my breath. The emotions that welled up inside me were unspeakable. I felt joy that, even with all of my pathetic blunders, I must have done something right as a mother. And I felt remorse, recalling the times during the week that I had ignored my child’s simple requests, while focusing on my unmet emotional needs.

But perhaps more than anything, there was an intense gratitude that God had already blessed me with the notable title: Anna’s Mother. I could not think of a single thing I would rather be.

by Dayle Allen Shockley, from Focus on the Family magazine.



© 2007 Focus on the Family. All rights reserved. International copyright secured. Used by permission.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Simple Pleasures ~ Two Men Talking


The Man and I recently had an occasion to be traveling late at night with my daughter and son-in-law along.

As the hours grew long, my daughter and I stretched out on the two couches in the RV, and my son-in-law hopped into the co-pilot’s seat.

While my daughter slept, I stared out into the night, thinking of God’s mercy and favor, and listening to snippets of conversation between the two men up front.

For miles, they talked and talked and talked. First about sports (they both love sports), and then they shared stories from their childhoods, of fishing and hunting, and the various dogs who kept them company through the years. Wonderful stories, all of them.

The sound of their voices and occasional laughter, on a lonely two-lane highway, filled me with an emotion that’s hard to describe, which is why I grabbed my camera and took the photo above. You can't see the men, but they're up there. It was one of those moments in time, a simple pleasure that appeared unexpectedly, and I wanted to remember it forever.



As always, thank you for slowing down with me on Thursdays, taking time to appreciate the simple pleasures that surround us, and sometimes pop up out of nowhere. Whether you link up, or just visit, you are a blessing. If you're new here, please read the guidelines at the Simple Pleasures tab under the header above. If you check back and discover your link has been deleted, it isn't personal. Please re-read the guidelines.


What's your simple pleasure?



Monday, May 2, 2011

Can't remember diddly? Try these memory tips.

One of my most embarrassing moments occurred several years ago when I answered the phone and heard a friend ask, “Dayle, are you coming to the meeting?” Turns out, I had forgotten about a meeting that I—the team leader, no less—had called. Luckily, I lived close to the venue and rushed right over, but my face was red for weeks.

How did such a thing happen? Was old-age setting in?

The truth is my method for remembering failed me. I had marked the meeting on a wall calendar—something that usually worked for me—but I never thought of it again. Apparently, this “old dog” needed to learn some new tricks. In that vein, I went out and bought my first day-planner.

If you find your memory fading, maybe it’s not your age at all, but time to rethink your methods. While much has been said about the value of using “memory enhancing” drugs, I prefer a natural approach. The following pointers won’t help you remember every planet in space, nor the names of the American Great Lakes, but for daily tasks, these work well for me:

Visualize it.

Tell me your phone number—or any other number—and I can remember it without writing it down. I don’t mean to toot my own horn, but if this technique works for me, it can work for you. Here’s how it’s done. Say you’ve dialed directory assistance for a number, but your pen won’t cooperate. No problem. As you hear the number being spoken, visualize yourself writing it down, and visualize it written on paper. Then when you need it, simply recall the mental image and you’ll have the number.

It may sound too good to be true, but I’ve used this technique for years to remember not only phone numbers, but my bank account numbers, my families’ Social Security numbers, my computer access codes and personal identification numbers. I even remember numbers from 30 years ago. With identity thieves everywhere, memorizing numbers seems like a smart move.

Make a note.

I prefer the trusty “to-do” list for remembering multiple tasks, but for quick reminders, I keep a pack of sticky notes on my desk for capturing fleeting thoughts. Posting them in strategic places helps, too. For example, if I’m busy working on a deadline, when I suddenly remember I need to take a load of clothes to the dry-cleaners, I scribble “take clothes to cleaners” on a sticky note, then post it on the back door.

If you fancy electronic notes, numerous options are available. My personal favorite is the “calendar” feature in Microsoft Outlook. Once you put the event on the calendar, you can set a reminder notice to pop up anywhere between two days or five minutes prior.

Another option is using your cellular phone’s “to-do list” or “memo” feature when planning your week. After you’ve entered the information, and set a reminder date and time, your phone will beep prior to the task or event.

A place for everything.

When my daughter lived at home, she constantly lost her keys. And every time she did, I quoted the old adage: “A place for everything and everything in its place.” If you don’t have a standard place for putting your keys, you probably waste valuable time looking for them. Wall hooks work best for me, but having a “key drawer” could also do the trick. When you’re at a friend’s house, always put your keys in your pocket or purse. If you follow through, you’ll never lose your keys again.



Verbalize it.

Because I am geographically challenged, it’s easy for me to go shopping and forget where I parked.  Most parking lots and garages display numbers or letters that serve as visual reminders, but to help me remember, I repeat the letter or number aloud, until I’m inside the building—B2, B2, B2. Oddly enough, it works. I get a few curious looks on my way in, but it’s better than walking in circles later on. Verbalizing also works when being introduced to someone. By repeating the person’s name, I have an easier time recalling it later.



Mark the calendar.

I use two types of calendars. One is a yearly calendar with squares for recording doctor appointments and meetings. You can find these wall-size, or small enough to fit in a handbag. My day-planner is about the size of a standard book.


The other calendar I use is called a “daybook,” which is a perpetual calendar for recording birthdays and anniversaries, and any event that falls on the same date each year. Once you write an event in your daybook, it can be referred to year after year.



Get extreme.

Occasionally, I have to get extreme. When I kept forgetting to pick up an odd size replacement bulb for one of my lamps—even after trying the usual methods—I took a black marker and scrawled on my hand, “Get bulb!” Worked like a charm.








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This article first appeared in The Dallas Morning News.
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