We get busy. It happens. Sometimes we miss reading posts from our favorite bloggers. Here are my posts from last week -- Get out the Kleenex! So................Let's Sum It Up!
For those of you that may have missed them, hopefully you will have a chance to take a peek and comment. I LOVE your comments and always respond within twenty-four hours. That's how friendships are formed, right?
Starting with..... Sometimes We Battle Stress By Bragging A Little Last month, on a few days, I didn't think things could get worse and then we got news of the fire. Each of us go through rough times and by appreciating the good things, it makes a huge difference in how we cope.
Were you born with it? Do you believe you are born a sales person or is it learned? No matter what we do in life, we are selling our selves. Here is a funny story on one way to sell.
My dear friend recently shared her story about an encounter with Bill Cosby. I had no idea.
An Apology - Bill Cosby
Rounding out the week is
The Best Gift....Ever A gift I will never forget that did not cost a dime! GET OUT THE KLEENEX
There you have it -- thank you for visiting and PLEASE leave comments.
Posts from one week earlier here Read News about Your Health and How to Make Sure Readers Don't Return To Your Blog!
Sunday, November 30, 2014
Saturday, November 29, 2014
The Best Gift ..... Ever
Thanksgiving was over. Black Friday sales were slowing down. One day we were thankful for what we have. The next day we shopped for more. Maybe we ate too much or spent too much money but most of us reflected on what we appreciated about our lives -- our families and friends.
The question was once posed to me "What gift have you received that you appreciated the most?" It only took a micro second to remember my favorite gift - ever. I am acutely aware of it on a regular basis.
It was 1987. My husband and I were going through a rough patch of bad luck. It seemed that no matter what we did to get ahead, we were thrown two steps back. We had taken a huge financial loss and did not have any income at the time. Jobs were more than scarce and every day seemed to bring a new dilemma.
It was Christmas time and there was no money for any gifts or turkey dinner. Please don't misunderstand me. There are things a lot more important than exchanging gifts but it was a harsh reminder of how difficult the year had been. Although we remained optimistic, the future looked pretty grim.
The question was once posed to me "What gift have you received that you appreciated the most?" It only took a micro second to remember my favorite gift - ever. I am acutely aware of it on a regular basis.
It was 1987. My husband and I were going through a rough patch of bad luck. It seemed that no matter what we did to get ahead, we were thrown two steps back. We had taken a huge financial loss and did not have any income at the time. Jobs were more than scarce and every day seemed to bring a new dilemma.
It was Christmas time and there was no money for any gifts or turkey dinner. Please don't misunderstand me. There are things a lot more important than exchanging gifts but it was a harsh reminder of how difficult the year had been. Although we remained optimistic, the future looked pretty grim.
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
An Apology - Bill Cosby
I AM SO SORRY. I didn't want to believe you. How could I believe that America's Number One Dad could be a monster? I poo-pooed the blog posts I read. I got angry at the women who were getting their 15 minutes of fame by talking to the media. It was not possible.
One of the first exposures I had to this 'nonsense' was on Carol Cassara's post, Bad Behavior Writ Large. I am an avid follower of Carol's daily posts. I respect her but come on -- Bill COSBY? That post was written on my birthday and on my 42nd wedding anniversary, just three weeks later, it was confirmed how WRONG I had been.
One of the first exposures I had to this 'nonsense' was on Carol Cassara's post, Bad Behavior Writ Large. I am an avid follower of Carol's daily posts. I respect her but come on -- Bill COSBY? That post was written on my birthday and on my 42nd wedding anniversary, just three weeks later, it was confirmed how WRONG I had been.
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