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Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Words of Wisdom – New Year, new you – what is your vision?

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It’s the time of year where people everywhere are creating New Year resolutions. However, some people are forgoing tradition resolutions and instead are creating visions or goals or success.
As I was working on my end of the year task of throwing out clutter, I came across a Success Journal that was buried in a pile of books. Each page of the spiral journal contained quotes by famous people. Each section of the journal was categorized by a theme.
The section that caught my eye was, Vision/Dreams, how appropriate for the upcoming year. Here are a few quotes to propel you forward in creating your vision and living your dream for 2015.
“Success can be defined as the progressive realization of a worthy goal.”  - Earl Nightingale
“It’s time to start living the life you’ve imagined.” – Henry James, American writer and author
“Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined.” – Henry David Thoreau 

Wishing you a happy and prosperous New Year!


Monday, December 29, 2014

Muffins with Mom – The True Story of the Wolf and Grandma

I have to admit that I have a fondness for fractured fairy tales. One of my favorite tales is The True Story of the 3 Little Pigs (as told by the wolf). Every now and then I am faced with the need to tell my own version of a fractured fairy tale. Today’s tale is The True Story of the Wolf and Grandma.
In my tale, the wolf is not big and bad, but a teen a boy who knows how to get his way with his Grandma.
On a mid-December chilly day, we went to visit Grandma (my mother), she had a few requests of her little wolf. “Can you fix my T.V. for me?”
“Sure Granny,” he said in a gentle voice.
And that was the beginning of the wolf using his sensitive side to win Grandma’s heart.
After repairing my mother’s TV, my son also took out trash and raked what was left of fallen leaves in the yard.
His reward was coins from Grandma’s coin jar. At Granny’s house there was not a cookie jar with sweet treats that her grandkids loved to dip into. Instead, there was a coin jar filled with loose change that Granny tossed in regularly.
As we prepared to leave Grandma’s house, little wolf embraced his Granny and said, “Do you need me to do anything else before we go?”
Satisfied with the accomplishments of little wolf, Granny kissed her grandchild and said, “No darling, you’ve done enough for Granny today.”
That was not the end of the story.
Upon arriving home, I asked little wolf to put away the dishes. His response was, “I’m too tired.”

And that was the true side of the little wolf.

Do you have a parenting experience that relates to a fairytale?

Friday, December 26, 2014

Feel Good Friday – A box full of kisses

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Below is a poem I discovered while surfing the internet, may it touch you as it did for me.
A box full of kisses

Author Unknown

The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy."

The man was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found out the box was empty. He yelled at her, stating, "Don't you know, when you give someone a present, there is supposed to be something inside? The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and cried, "Oh, Daddy, it's not empty at all. I blew kisses into the box. They're all for you, Daddy."

The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness.

Only a short time later, an accident took the life of the child. It is also told that her father kept that gold box by his bed for many years and, whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.

In a very real sense, each one of us, as humans beings, have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses... from our children, family members, friends, and God. There is simply no other possession, anyone could hold, more precious than this.

...wishing you a box full of kisses!


Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Wordless Wednesday - In the spirit of Christmas - Jimmy Fallon, Mariah Carey and Light Displays

The Tonight Show starring Jimmy Fallon
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What gets you in the spirit of Christmas? 
Wishing you and your family a wonderful Holiday season!

Monday, December 22, 2014

Muffins with Mom – PUSH – Pray Until Something Happens

My disabled vehicle on the shoulder of the highway.
When facing a difficult situation, I’ve heard it said that you have to P.U.S.H. forward – Pray Until Something Happens. Just last week I lived this phrase.
It was a chilly December evening, yet not cold enough for a winter coat. It was a 20 minute drive to where I was supposed to meet my mom and pick up my oldest son. He had spent the day helping her around the house.
My car stalled before I even left the house, but after giving it a jump with the booster cables, my younger son and I headed to the highway. Having just finished football strength training at school, my son fell asleep in the passenger seat. The car ride was pretty smooth until we reached the halfway point of our journey.
I was driving in the middle lane of the I-94 highway when traffic began to slow down. We had caught up to rush hour traffic, but it was toward the end or rush hour. Going about 40 miles per hour, my car began to coast even slower.
Within seconds everything in the car shut down.  The heat went off, all the dash light wen out. Panic set in as I tried to unlock the car door. My heart rate increased, I pounded on the side window and the sun roof. Snatching my son out of his sleep, I yelled to my son, “I can’t get out.”
I prayed and tried to calm down. There were cars and a semi- truck going around us. My son said, “Ma, unlock the door with your hand.”
I unlocked my door and told my son, “Get out we have to push the car.”
Still a little disoriented after waking from his sleep, my son stood near the front of the car. I told him to get behind the car and push while I pushed and steered from the driver’s side. At first we had trouble changing lanes because everyone was going around us. The hazard lights did not work.
We kept pushing and I eased the car into the right hand lane. Once we made the lane transition, my son began to push faster. I had to yell to him to slow down because I didn’t know if I would be able to stop.
Praying the whole time, we made it to the shoulder of the highway. I had my phone in my pocket and the Bluetooth on my ear. Trying to maintain a steady voice, I called my husband, then 911.
My husband arrived with three fluorescent vests. The 911 dispatcher connected me to the State police who sent out a Department of Transportation vehicle (MDOT). Upon arrival, the driver lit flares behind my car and said he would have highway cameras focused in our direction.
My son and I sat in my husband’s car until the tow truck arrived. While we waited I reflected on all the sayings I’ve heard related to challenging situations –
·         Turn your tests into a testimony

·         Turn your trials into triumphs

·         Make your mess, your message
My message is simple, when you feel yourself in a challenging situation, P.U.S.H - Pray Until Something Happens.
Have you experienced a situation where you had to P.U.S.H. forward?

Friday, December 19, 2014

Fun Friday – A matter of interpretation or misinterpretation

A grocery list - sometimes it's legible, sometimes it isn't
Have you ever experienced a situation where something you did or said was misinterpreted? An item on my grocery list was the target of misinterpretation the other day.
I stopped by the grocery store on the way home from work, once inside the store I realized that I didn’t have my shopping list. Using my semi-sharp memory, I grabbed items that I could recall from the list.
Before leaving the grocery store I called my teen son at home and asked him to read the list to me. He rattled off items, “Milk, cereal, apples, Ritz…”
“I don’t remember Ritz being on the list, you’re just add stuff,” I told him.
“I’m just telling you what I saw on the list,” he said adamantly.
I grabbed a few more items, including a box of Ritz crackers. Although I didn’t believe the crackers were on the list, I got them anyway because I like to snack on them.
After arriving home, my curiosity got the best of me, I had to check out the grocery list. The list was still in its spot, written on a magnetic pad posted on the refrigerator door. The items were – milk, cereal, apples and GRITS not RITZ.
Somebody had not taken their time to write clearly or to read slowly. Either way I was without grits. It was no big loss, I simply created a new list. However, next time I will make a list to remind me to take the list when I leave the house for the day.
What experience have you had with something being misinterpreted?

Monday, December 15, 2014

Muffins with Mom –Home for the Holidays

What do you do when a family member comes home for the Holiday’s? My college son came home for the Holiday’s, but he didn’t really stay home. I believe he is enjoying his freshman year. I’m not sure because his brother dominated the conversation for the first two hours. Then they prepared to hang out with friends.
Before my teens left on their journey to reconnect with old friends, we managed to squeeze in a brief conversation and take a few photos. It wasn’t until the next day that it was my turn to visit with my son a while.
After church, the boys and I went shopping for a Christmas gift for their younger cousin. It was out first trip to the toy section of the store in a long time. Having teenage boys, we spend a lot of time in the electronics section of the store.
As we searched for an ideal gift, we also played. Who can go to the toy section without playing with something? My younger teen came over to me and said, “Mom, I want you to be safe.” He plopped a shark or dinosaur bike helmet on top of my head. Both boys took out their phones and said, “I’m putting this on Snap Chat.”
Since my boys were exploiting my silliness, I told them to take a photo with my phone too. There must be something about Sunday afternoon shopping that brings out the silly in my family members.
It wasn’t long before we were back in the car and on our way home. My younger son asked me, “What are you going to do when you get old and don’t have kids at home anymore. And you don’t have anything to blog about?”
“I’ll still read and write,” I told him.
“Hmmm, that sounds boring,” he said.
“I can always come and live with you.”
“Reading and writing might not be so bad for you.”
There were no more questions asked of me on the ride home. The next episode of Muffins with Mom will post right after family comes to visit us for pre- Christmas dinner. I’m sure there will be something interesting to share.
I’m feeling like Dorothy for the Wizard of Oz…”there’s no place like home” (for the Holidays).
Has your Holiday season begun yet?


Friday, December 12, 2014

Fun Friday – Family funnies

How old is too old to wear a retainer?

What is the funniest thing a family member has shared with you recently? In my household there is rarely a dull moment.
Recently I made the decision to get a retainer to correct one of my teeth. The first day I wore the retainer I don’t think my son noticed my speech was different. It was day two when he starred at my mouth as I was talking, that he noticed something was different.
“What is that in your mouth?” He asked frowning.
“Do you mean my retainer?” I played dumb.
“Why do you have that at your age, won’t you be losing teeth soon?”
I guess I must not have read the age guidelines for wearing a retainer.


Yesterday it was my mother’s turn to share a story. My mother has her doctorate’s degree and many of her friends introduce her to others as Dr. Adams. Many years ago, she was part of a walking club at the mall.
One day while walking with a woman, mom and the woman stopped to chat with a male club member. The woman introduced my mom by her first name, then ended by saying, “she’s a doctor.”
The man began telling my mother, “You know, I’ve been having trouble with my prostrate. It’s been bothering me about six months.”
Mom never interrupted the man to tell him she wasn’t a medical doctor. She just listened. Knowing my mother, she probably asked the man if he wanted her to pray with him.


I talked to my college son, a few days before he was scheduled to come home for Christmas break. I asked him what he missed or what he wanted to eat when he arrived. My son said, “A home cooked meal would be good.”
I told him, “Stop playing, you know I don’t cook like that.”
After we finished laughing, I told my son I would make his favorite meal…Belgian waffles and eggs. 

What is the funniest story you have heard lately from a family member?

Monday, December 8, 2014

Muffins with Mom – The loud talker

A quiet section of a library

Do you know anyone who talks loud? No? Hi, my name is Angie and I talk loud. You now know a loud talker. When I talk on my cell phone, my kids say I’m yelling.
“Why do you talk so loud on the phone?” My younger teen asks.
“Sometimes I can barely hear what the other person is saying.”
“So you talk louder?”
On a recent visit to my local library, I stumbled upon a fellow loud talker by accident.  I was sitting in a semi-quiet section of the library, just a few shelves and a couple of pillars from the active children’s section. The round table that I sat at was just enough room for my laptop and the picture books I was using for research.
It wasn’t long before a middle aged man strolled past me talking on his cell phone. His conversation went something like this…
“Ok, I can hear you now, I was in a loud area of the library.”
I smiled to myself as I thought, so you left the loud area to come to a quiet area and talk loudly? The man planted himself in a cushioned arm chair about ten feet from where I sat. As he continued his conversation, I learned that he had a Facebook page when he said, “A lot of people clicked like on that picture I posted.”
The loud talker continued talking and I continued reading, well I took a break to send a text to my son.
I just found someone who talks louden that me, while in a quiet place. This is the second time this has happened to me at the library. Am I being punked?
My son responded back with, LOL.
I finished working on my project and left the library before the loud talker could share any more of his life with me.
Have you ever had an encounter with a loud talker?



Friday, December 5, 2014

Fun Friday – The lighter side of fitness

You don’t have to be a fitness expert in order to begin a workout regimen, but it helps to have a little knowledge. Over the past year or so, my family has been on a fitness kick. Do we know everything there is to know about being fit? No, but we know how to laugh at ourselves along the way.
My mom has a membership to a fitness gym in her area and she workouts a few times a week. I’ve gone with her on a few occasions and observed her workout. She is quite the social butterfly, but manages to get time in on the treadmill between conversations with other members.
When I talked to my mom on the phone the other morning, I asked if she had worked out. Her response was, “I stirred some eggs.” Whisking eggs for breakfast was my mother’s workout that morning. I don’t believe making scrambled eggs counts in the process of elevating your heart rate as part of fitness, but it could be just a matter of perspective.
Speaking of perspective. When my teen son told me he wanted 30 pound dumbbells for Christmas, I discovered I had a different perspective on how he could use the weights. My first thought was okay, dumbbells shouldn’t cost too much, especially compared to the video games he wanted.
I asked my brother how much he thought 30 pound dumbbells would cost. He said about $33.00. I said, “Oh, that’s not a bad price, $33 for two weights?”
“No, that’s for each weight,” he said.
I later told my son the approximate price of the weights and suggested I purchase just one weight. “Can’t you just alternate hands when using the weight?”
“No Mom, that’s not how it works,” he told me.
It appears that I was the dumbbell to think that I would get a set of weights at the low price of $33. What my son may not realize is that I can be resourceful at times.
While my son and I were shopping the other day, I suggested we go over to the fitness section and price the weights that he wanted. The cost was $35 each for a 30 pound weight. My son removed one of the weights from the shelf and began doing arm curls. And that was the moment my resourcefulness kicked into gear.
As I looked over at the treadmills, I shared my idea with my son. “Why don’t we come to the store a couple of times a week and you can use their weights? I will test out the treadmill while you do your repetitions.”
My son said, “Wow, mom. Only you would think of that.”
Of course I would never really do such a thing, but every now and then it doesn’t hurt to think outside the box.
Have you had any funny experiences with fitness?



Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Words of Wisdom - Motivation and Success

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"Destiny is not a matter of chance, it is a matter of choice; it is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved." - William Jennings Bryan

Sooner or later, those who win are those who think they can." - Richard Bach

"What you get by achieving your goals is not as important as what you become by achieving your goals." - Zig Ziglar

"It is your decisions and not your conditions that shape the quality of your life." - Anthony Robbins

"Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something else is more important than fear." Ambrose Redmoon

What words of inspiration would you add?

Monday, December 1, 2014

Muffins with Mom – How a teen faces his fear

A teen sending his Mama silly love.
I recently came across two meanings for the acronym F.E.A.R. One of the meanings said, Face Everything And Rise. The other meaning said, Forget Everything And Run. My college freshmen told me about an experience he had over Thanksgiving break. He applied one of these meanings without realizing that was what he was doing.
My son is attending school 600 miles from home, so he didn’t come home for Thanksgiving. Instead, he spent time with relatives who live a couple of hours from his college campus. One of the relatives he visited had a dog. I may have mentioned this in a previous post, but my son does NOT like dogs. I would go so far as to say, he is afraid of dogs.
After being in town a day, I asked my son whether he had a chance to visit many relatives. He said he had been to see a few people, but his most memorable visit was a trip to one of his aunt’s house. He told me about his visit through a text message.
My son said, “Well, I fell a total of 11 times at Aunt CheeChee’s house. I thought I was being chased by this dog by her house, so I ran and tripped like the people in the scary movies. I thought I was about to die, then I realized the dog was on a leash chained to a tree and just running in circles.”
The story continued in part two of my son’s text. “I fell down, then got up with leaves in my hair and my mouth. All I could do was shake my head in laughter.”
I was laughing so hard that I was shaking and couldn’t respond to his text right away. I did manage to ask my son, “Are you homesick yet?”
His response was short and quick, “Yeah.”
I live by the words, if you can’t laugh at yourself, who can you laugh at?
Have you figured out which meaning of the acronym F.E.A.R. my son experienced? Actually he may have applied both meanings. When he saw that dog coming toward him, he didn’t wait to analyze whether he was on a chain. My son took flight and ran.
After dog incident was all over, my son was able to face the situation and rise above it. A part of his rising above this was to allow me to use his challenge as a blog post. And today is his birthday. Happy birthday, Grasshopper!
Has your child had to face a fear?


Friday, November 28, 2014

Fun Friday – The family that plays together

I’m a fan of the saying, the family that plays together, stays together. However, I didn’t know this saying would be a part of my Thanksgiving dinner. When my mom invited my brother and I over for dinner, I took a dish to pass. Once I arrived, I realized I should have taken a rake.
Some families get together during the holidays to have dinner. Our family got together on Thanksgiving to rake leaves. If my mother had sent out an invite, the small print would have read, come prepared to do chores after dinner.
When my mother said she wanted us to help clean around her house, I thought she was joking. As it turned out, the joke was on me. After dinner, we bundled up, grabbed a stack of leaf bags and began our task.
It was just before dusk as we stuffed bag after bag with sticks and leaves. After filling a few bags, we took a break to toss some of the leaves into the air. Thus began the fun part of gathering leaves. My teen son wanted to get the task done, but my brother humored me and took part.
Almost every time I get together with family something funny develops. I’ve learned to accept the quirkiness of my family as part of who we are. We could probably change, but why?
What fun things have you done with your family lately?

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Wordless Wednesday - Happy Thanksgiving

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Monday, November 24, 2014

Muffins with Mom - The shopping trip – bonding with a teenager

A mom (me) as a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle
How do you bond with a teenager…? Do something that he likes to do. In our case, my son and I stumbled upon an unplanned bonding moment. It was a typical Sunday afternoon when my son and I ventured out to our local discount retail store after church.
There were only a few items on our short list of things to buy. Our main quest was for a pair of long johns for my son. While in the men’s department we discovered something amusing. There was a section of Superhero pajamas that were Onsies – a one piece pajama minus the closed foot.
As I circled the clothing rack, I tried to imagine someone lying next to a full grown Superhero. Keep in mind this was not the children’s section of the store. Feeling quite silly, I told my son to try on the Batman pajamas.
Right there in the middle of an aisle, my son slipped on the Batman pajamas over his clothes. And we took photos. It was not enough that he looked silly, he wanted me to look silly too. So I stepped into a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle pajama set. We snapped more photos.
We shared our photos with my son who is away at college so that he could experience a piece of home life. Often, our bonding times involve stepping out of what is considered to be the “norm”. We explore our silly side, even if it’s in the middle of a public place.
In addition to being silly, the shopping trip with my son opened the door to other conversations. We talked about school, football workouts and whose turn it was to pick a movie to watch after dinner. Every day does not include a bonding moment, but that day was classic.
What kinds of things do you do as part of the bonding process with your child?

Friday, November 21, 2014

Fun Friday – When kids try to help

This is how it looks when youth help with grocery shopping.

Do you remember when your child was not quite big enough to accomplish certain tasks, but he tried anyway? When my son was younger he used to try and carry the gallon milk jug.  Usually he was holding it high at his chest with two hands and his back arched. He always seemed to make it to his destination without a disaster.
Sometimes when your child tries to help everything turns out okay and other times, parental guidance is needed. As my teen son as grown, I have encouraged him to take on more mature responsibilities.
“As a college student, you have to be able to speak up and ask questions about your education,” I told my son this on more than one occasion.
“Ok, I’ll go to financial aid on Monday, they’re closed today,” he said.
I was so proud of my son when he called the other day and said he went to financial aid office to inquire about his tuition payment.
“Good job,” I told him and gave a virtual high five. He also sounded proud of himself.
“The counselor said we need to make a payment on the balance before I can register for next semester.”
“Oh, ok we can pay something on it,” I said.
“I told him I would pay half,” my son replied.
“WHAT? You’re going to pay half of whose money? You don’t have a job.” I think my hair stood straight up on my head in shock. My first thought was, I’m going to have to do damage control and call and tell the financial aid office how much “we” can really pay.
My son was doing his part to help by making a commitment to a pay on his account. This was one time I wished he had consulted before helping. My next parenting lesson will be to teach my son to be financially responsible with his money rather than mine.
What type of things does your child do when he thinks he’s helping?

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Words of Wisdom - Inspirational videos

Always Take Chances Make Mistakes, That's How you Grow
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Famous Failures
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Monday, November 17, 2014

Muffins with Mom – A Holiday request from a teen

Before they were teens....there were still Holiday requests, for some of the same things.

It’s the time of year where people begin to make holiday requests. The bell ringers are in front of stores asking for donations and there’s talk of getting the Angel Tree ready at church. These are small requests in the big scheme of the Holiday season. There’s a feeling of altruism when giving in these instances.
On my home front there was a different type Holiday request made recently. In a phone conversation with my college son we discussed our annual family Christmas dinner. Somehow the conversation led to talking about Christmas gifts.

“Do you want to know what’s on my Christmas list?” my son asked.
“No, why don’t you tell me?

“I want an X-Box – One.”
Can you imagine my next question? “How much does something like that cost? I asked.

“About $350, but I have a $50 gift card you can put with it,” he said.
After pausing briefly I said, “Maybe you’d better go to the mall and give your request to Santa.”

I could hear a chuckle on the other end of the line, but I continued talking, “How about socks for Christmas?” There was more laughter.
“I have enough socks, but thanks mother.”

I noted the sarcasm in his comment, but it was happy sarcasm. Our mother and son conversation ended with a Holiday request from me.
“My request for you is twofold, first I want you to bring home better than average grades. Second, come up with a way to give back during the Holiday season.”

My son agreed to my request. However, there are several weeks left before we find out how this story ends.
In the meantime, enjoy a Strawberry Lemon Muffin (recipe above).
Has your child ever made any special Holiday requests?

Friday, November 14, 2014

Fun Friday – Campus Life – From the journal of a college freshman

My son is a college freshman. He doesn’t really have a journal, I don’t think. If he had a journal, there are a few conversations that I’ve had with him that would be suitable for a journal entry.
About a month ago I called my son to ask him if he received a package I’d sent to him. His reply was, “No, everything on campus and in the city was closed.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Because it’s Homecoming weekend. Classes were cancelled on Friday. BET (Black Entertainment Television) will be here and comedian Ruben Studdard.”

“Wow that sounds like fun. So how are classes going?” I couldn’t resist asking.

He told me that classes were going pretty good.
On another occasion, I called my son one evening just to say hi. He answered the phone with a dragged out, “H-e-ello.”

“Are you ok,” I asked.

“Yeah, I’m taking a nap.

He did sound like he had his face buried in a pillow. “Shouldn’t you be studying or something?” Although I couldn’t be there in person using my helicopter mom tactics, I had to hover over him. I was still wondering how those grades were coming along.
“I’m getting up in a little while. It’s just so hot. It’s hot outside and the heat kicked on in the dorm.”

I didn’t have a lot of sympathy for him as I sat curled up in a blanket.
In a recent conversation with my son, I found out he was playing basketball on one the intermural teams at the school.

“I don’t think you told me you were playing on a team,” I said.
“Oh, it happened kind of quick. And do you know if my warm up is in my closet?”

My son went on to tell me that he had a game coming up that week. I wished him luck and told him to let me know how the game goes. On game day I received a text that said, “I scored 18 points and had 10 rebounds.”
Attempting to speak his language I said, “That’s what I’m talkin’ about. Congrats.”

Inside my head I was saying, “how about those grades?” As of this cold November day I’ve heard many tidbits about my son’s life on campus. There have been roommate stories, dorm food tales and even requests for money.
It doesn’t seem like my son has had any trouble adjusting to being eleven hours away from home. Campus life has been a learning experience for him.

What parenting episodes would you enter in a journal at this moment in your life?



Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Wordless Wednesday - World Kindness Day

World Kindness Day is celebrated on November 13th, what will you do as a act of kindness. Do something totally off the wall and have fun with it. Take a look at how Ellen DeGeneres brightened someone's day.

YouTube Video Credit: The EllenShow

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Monday, November 10, 2014

Muffins with Mom – What happens when kids give directions?

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Have ever watched horror movies like Freddie Kruger (Nightmare on Elm Street), or Texas Chainsaw Massacre? Maybe you’ve seen a Lifetime movie where a woman is running down a dark deserted street. You know the one, where the woman looks back at the person chasing her, then she trips and falls. This is the kind of journey we were on the night my teen son asked me to drive him to a party.
My son asked if he could go to a party at a friend’s house. I asked the typical questions – Who sis the friend, where does he/she live? Will their parents be there? Etc. My son was ready with his rehearsed answers. As he searched the directions on his phone, he even told me it would take 13 minutes to get to the friend’s house from where we lived.

After about 10 minutes the road we were supposed to be on ended and the GPS rerouted us. At the same time, one of my sons’ friends called and wanted to ride with us. He said he know where the girl lived, so we turned and went back for him. Both boys programmed their phones with the address and we were on our way.

We rode up and down the rural street supposedly where the party was to take place. On one end of the block the address numbers were too high. When we crossed the road to the other side, the numbers were too low. My sons’ friend told me to pull over at the dark house on the corner and he would go to the door and ask if that was the house. I turned on the dome light so I could glare at him as I said, “NO.”
First of all I was wearing a hooded sweatshirt, sweat pants and flip flops with socks (a hot mess). Second of all, I was not sending a teenage boy to a strange house in the middle of nowhere. So we kept driving.

My son’s phone battery died and then so did his friends. My phone was the only one left with a partially charged battery. This was Scene one, act one of our journey. As we continued to drive we saw a van on the side of the dark road. The trunk was open and it looked like there was a large clear plastic bag in there. The driver looked to repairing a flat tire. That was one time I could not be a Good Samaritan.
Thirty minutes later we still had not reached our destination. As we followed the GPS we reached a road closure. My son told me to go through it (the road was open to local traffic). I drove around the barriers, which after half a mile, led us to another barrier. By this time we were driving past corn fields.

I told the boys, “If we ever find this house, I’m going in too. And you’re only staying 15 minutes because I’m tired now.”
My sons’ friend was in the back seat laughing and singing spirituals. I joined him by singing one of our Sunday morning songs, “I will trust in the Lord, until I die.” Then I thought about the words. “Maybe we should sing a different song.” We all broke into laughter.

We gave up on finding that party. I told the boys that there probably wouldn’t be many people there because the location was too hard to find. They found out later that not many kids from our area went to the party because it was hard to find.
The lesson I learned that night was that I should obtain directions in advance when taking my son somewhere. When kids give directions, you need to be prepared for the unexpected.

Friday, November 7, 2014

Fun Friday – All in a day’s work

The garage door at my job was similar to this one.
Photo credit
Has anything funny happened to you on the job lately? Reader’s Digest used to have a humorous section in their magazine titled, All in a day’s work. This section provided humorous stories that happened on the job.
One of my favorite scriptures is, “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me” (Philippians 4: 13). I repeated that phrase the other day at work while attempting to complete a task.

The UPS guy delivered a couple of large items to my job on a palate. The items were too large and heave to fit through the front door of our center, so I directed him to the garage. As he drove the truck to the back of the building, I walked to the garage. This is where my reciting began.
I attempted to lift the garage door, but it wouldn’t move. I double checked to make sure I had taken the lock off and tried again. I slid locks, pulled on chains…nothing. Meanwhile the UPS guy was on the other side of the door patiently waiting.

I kept telling myself, “I can do this, I can do this.” Our custodial staff didn’t begin their shift until later in the day, so I couldn’t enlist their help. The maintenance guys were already in their vehicles and off to satellite sites. There was our Clerk who was manning the front office and me.
I slide one more bolt, gave a slight push to the door and up it rolled. And there was the UPS guy patiently waiting. I’m glad it wasn’t a Federal Express delivery or there may not have been a person waiting patiently on the other side of the door.

Has anything funny or odd happened to you on the job lately? How did you handle it?

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Words of Wisdom - Never give up – Donkey in the well story

Photo credit: SpiritHoods
One day a framer’s donkey fell into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered anyway; it just wasn’t worth it to retrieve the donkey.

He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone’s amazement he quieted down.

A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well. He was astonished at what he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing. He would shake it off and take a step up.

As the farmer’s neighbors would continue to shovel dirt on top the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and trotted off.

Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles is a stepping stone. We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up.

Author Unknown

Never give up.

Monday, November 3, 2014

Muffins with Mom – When kids grow up: how do you handle change?

Did you realize that kids seem to grow up right before your eyes? One day you have your little lying on your chest rocking him to sleep, the next thing you know, he wants to drive your car. I’ve often heard the phrase, kids grow up so fast…not I see the meaning behind that.
Here’s what I mean…

My son ventured off to college at the end of July and he hasn’t been back home yet. I have to confess that I don't do face time, mainly because I don’t own an Apple product. If I did have one, my younger son would have to show me how to use it.

I am not totally in the dark when it comes to other forms of communication. I text my son often and call him on the phone when I feel the urge. It caught me off guard the other day when he texted and attached a photo. I hadn’t realized it had been so long since I had seen him.
My son wanted me to see his new “fit” (as my younger son calls it). The outfit looked nice on him, but I zoned in on the hairstyle and the NEW facial hair.

“What is that under your chin?” I typed.

“LOL, that’s been there,” he replied.
I had to stop texting (because I text slow) and just call him. I had a lot more questions. He had hints of facial hair above his lip when he left home, not a full mustache, goatee, and seven inches of hair on top of his head.

As I stop and reflect, I see that my children have gone from babies to big boys, and now young men.
I didn’t go shopping with my “baby boy” when he needed to buy a suit for an upcoming event. So, I had him try everything on when he got home. My first thought was WOW, he has grown up too. The boys young men stay in constant contact with each other, so we took photos for him to share with his brother.



If you were to ask me how I handle my boys growing up, I would say cherish every moment. If I think of something funny that happened to me, I’ll text my son and share a laugh. My younger son and I sometimes bond as we travel in the car. And it seems that photos are at the forefront of special moments with both boys.
How are you preparing for your child to grow up or what have you already experienced?