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Sorry....didn't realize I was limited on characters here...LOL
Thanks Priscilla, and ENJOY your time in Spain!! Wow!! You go girl!!
Am excited to read it! And yes...Autumn is definitly in the air here in NW Minnesota! Watching leaves fall as I type...lol..ugh!! I LOVE the fragrance of Autumn candles, and dried leaves!
I've just finished posting the link to your journal; I hope it helps you. I quite enjoyed reading your posts, and I hope others will, too.
I was looking for some great blogs and I found yours.
Your layout is great, posts are easy to read... All around, it's a great journal.
Today was one of those bliss-filled days that I got to spend with my grandson, Alexander. He is such a little pleasure to be around and the way that he is growing, talking, thinking and acting (he does a magnificent bear impression) just boggle my mind. What a wonderful time in our lives right now and I am the luckiest person on earth to be where I am at this moment in time.
The weather is getting a real chill to it and today at the grocery store I was thisclose to buying cookie making supplies. I had visions of baking cookies of every description with my grandson. A real moment of truth happened when I had my hand going to the bags of chocolate chips and Morton said to me in his matter-of-fact way, "Are you making them for you or the bairn?" Bairn is a Scottish term for baby.
Truthfully, even with the best intentions, I would have overdone it on the cookies. I'm like a recovering alcoholic only instead of whiskey, I want chocolate chip cookies. Warm and by the dozen.
In the past, when I was deep in denial about my trouble with food, I would have been so angry at Morton. How dare he accuse me of wanting to eat all the cookies! This would have been seriously misplaced anger because the truth is that I would be mad at myself for not being able to control myself.
While some people can just have a few warm cookies, I would have eaten so many more than I should have. Maybe even until I was sick. This is a terrible problem that I have that really only the pure and honest truth can help me with.
Bags of chocolate chips stayed on the shelves, I didn't take offense or get mad at my husband. Instead I made it a point to get nothing but good food, healthy food and not have the things around that tempt me to distraction when I'm all alone in the house.
My struggle with food is going to be lifelong, but I don't want to think that I can never bake cookies or other treats with my grandson and have these in moderation. I just need to have a good plan B. In this case I'm going to plan a baking day with my family at my daughters house. I will bake with family, bake and enjoy in moderation the cookies. Then I will help pass them out, making sure I don't bring them home to my house. One day I might be able to bake batches in my house, but not this season.
Enjoy this wonderful life people, bake cookies, enjoy in moderation and get out there and live.
Someone emailed me this nice little story I want to share with you. Enjoy!
Clean Wash
A young couple moves into a new neighborhood.
The next morning while they are eating breakfast, the young
woman sees her neighbor hanging the wash outside.
"That laundry is not very clean," she said. "She doesn't know
how to wash correctly. Perhaps she needs better laundry soap."
Her husband looked on, but remained silent.
Every time her neighbor would hang her wash to dry, the young
woman would make the same comments.
About one month later, the woman was surprised to see a nice
clean wash on the line and said to her husband: "Look, she has
learned how to wash correctly. I wonder who taught her this?"
The husband said, "I got up early this morning and cleaned our
windows."
And so it is with life. What we see when watching others
depends on the purity of the window through which we look.
Author unknown