21 Ways to be a Good Democrat

I got this in an e-mail today and had to share it with my blogger buddies. Enjoy!

1. You have to be against capital punishment, yet support abortion on demand.
2. You have to believe that businesses create oppression and governments create prosperity. (This one is really important)
3. You have to believe that guns in the hands of law-abiding Americans are more of a threat than U.S. nuclear weapons technology in the hands of Chinese and North Korean communists.
4. You have to believe that there was no art before Federal funding.
5. You have to believe that global temperatures are less affected by cyclical documented changes in the earth's climate and more affected by soccer moms driving SUV's.
6. You have to believe that gender roles are artificial but being homosexual is natural.
7. You have to believe that the AIDS virus is spread by a lack of federal funding.
8. You have to believe that the same teacher who can't teach 4th-graders how to read is somehow qualified to teach those same kids about sex.
9. You have to believe that outdoorsmen don't care about nature, but loony activists who have never been outside of San Francisco do.
10. You have to believe that self-esteem is more important than actually doing something to earn it.
11. You have to believe that Mel Gibson spent $25 million of his own money to make The Passion of the Christ for financial gain only.
12. You have to believe the NRA is bad because it supports certain parts of the constitution, while the ACLU is good because it supports certain parts of the Constitution.
13. You have to believe that taxes are too low, but ATM fees are too high.
14. You have to believe that Margaret Sanger and Gloria Steinem are more important to American history than Thomas Jefferson, Gen. Robert E. Lee and Thomas Edison.
15. You have to believe that standardized tests are racist, but racial quotas and set-asides are not.
16. You have to believe that Hillary Clinton is normal and is a very nice person.
17. You have to believe that the only reason socialism hasn't worked anywhere it's been tried is because the right people haven't been in charge.
18. You have to believe conservatives telling the truth belong in jail, but a liar and a sex offender belonged in the White House.
19. You have to believe that homosexual parades displaying drag, transvestites, and bestiality should be constitutionally protected and manger scenes at Christmas should be illegal.
20. You have to believe that illegal Democratic Party funding by the Chinese Government is somehow in the best interest to the United States.
21. You have to believe that this message is a part of a vast, right wing conspiracy.

Threes...

Death comes in threes. It may be an old superstition, but it sure rings true. Really, I'm not superstitious. I have broken mirrors and I do not worry if a black cat crosses my path. Okay, I don’t walk under ladders, but that just makes good sense from a safety perspective.

Yet, working in the long term care industry, deaths almost always come in threes. When there’s a death in a community, staff begins to wonder who will be next. Most don’t say anything about it. That way it may not come true. The week my mom died, we lost two others at work. A few years ago, we lost nine in one month. It was the hard on staff, residents and, of course, census.

Mind you, this is a bit tongue in cheek. I don’t like that I believe that death comes in threes. I don’t like being held to it. But it seems to work like that so much of the time. So, when some one I know dies, I cross my fingers and pray for everyone else I know and those who know those I know and those that know them.

In the Garden

Verse 1:
I come to the garden alone,
While the dew is still on the roses;
And the voice I hear, falling on my ear,
The Son of God discloses.

Chorus:
And He walks with me, And He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.

Verse 2:
He speaks, and the sound of His voice Is so sweet,
The birds hush their singing,
And the melody that He gave to me,
Within my heart is ringing.

Verse 3:
I'd stay in the garden with Him,
Though the night around me be falling,
But He bids me go; Through the voice of woe,
His voice to me is calling.

Words by and Music by C. Austin Miles, 1868-1946

It was in 1912 that music publisher Dr. Adam Geibel (No. 85) asked C. Austin Miles to write a hymn text that would be "sympathetic in tone, breathing tenderness in every line; one that would bring hope to the hopeless, rest for the weary, and downy pillows to dying beds." In George W. Sanville's book, Forty Gospel Hymn Stories, Miles has left the following account of the writing of this hymn:

One day in March, 1912, I was seated in the dark room, where I kept my photographic equipment and organ. I drew my Bible toward me; it opened at my favorite chapter, John 20-whether by chance or inspiration let each reader decide. That meeting of Jesus and Mary had lost none of its power to charm.

As I read it that day, I seemed to be part of the scene. I became a silent witness to that dramatic moment in Mary's life, when she knelt before her Lord, and cried, "Rabboni!"

My hands were resting on the Bible while I stared at the light blue wall. As the light faded, I seemed to be standing at the entrance of a garden, looking down a gently winding path, shaded by olive branches. A woman in white, with head bowed, hand clasping her throat, as if to choke back her sobs, walked slowly into the shadows. It was Mary. As she came to the tomb, upon which she place her hand, she bent over to look in, and hurried away. John, in flowing robe, appeared, looking at the tomb; then came Peter, who entered the tomb, followed slowly by John. As they departed, Mary reappeared; leaning her head upon her arm at the tomb, she wept. Turning herself, she saw Jesus standing, so did I. I knew it was He. She knelt before Him, with arms outstretched and looking into His face cried "Rabboni!"

I awakened in full light, gripping the Bible, with muscles tense and nerves vibrating. Under the inspiration of this vision I wrote as quickly as the words could be formed the poem exactly as it has since appeared. That same evening I wrote the music.

Hat Tip: Dr. Chadwick's Hymn Backgrounds

A Sad Day

Don Knotts

1924 ~ 2006

Don Knotts had an unforgettable sense of humor and comedic timing. I loved his character, Barney Fife, on The Andy Griffith Show. He would have me rolling on the floor laughing in The Ghost and Mr. Chicken and The Apple Dumpling Gang. He will be missed.

Biography

(Hat Tip: The Shrine to Don Knotts)

Don Knotts was born on July 21, 1924 in Morgantown, West Virginia. He had three older brothers: Sid, Bill and Shadow.

Don's first jump into the entertainment business was a ventriloquist. He and his dummy, Danny, were paid to perform at various parties and events around town. After graduating high school, Don went to New York City but wound up moving back home after a few weeks. He enrolled in West Virginia University (WVU).

At the age of 19, Don enrolled in the army and was transferred to a special service unit to entertain the troops during World War II. Don eventually got tired of his ventriloquist act, left his dummy on the beach and moved on to comedy. When the war was over, Don returned to WVU and graduated. Don got married and he and his wife moved back up to New York.

With the help of the connections he made in the service, Don was able to make a break into showbiz, doing radio shows and comedy clubs. His first big role was playing Windy Wales on the Bobby Benson radio show. He auditioned for and got a small role in the Broadway play No Time For Sergeants where he first met Andy Griffith. Don later reprised his role for the movie version.

Don also became a regular on the Tonight Show with Steve Allen, doing his nervous man routine for the Man-on-the-Street segments and bits in other sketches.

In 1959, the Tonight Show moved to Hollywood and Don moved with it to California. He heard that Andy Griffith was doing a new TV series about a small-town sheriff. He called Andy and suggested that the show needed a deputy. A few weeks later, Don got the part of Deputy Barney Fife. (Originally, Fife was referred to as Sheriff Andy Taylor's cousin, but the idea was later dropped.) Don won the Emmy for Best Supporting Actor five years in a row.

In 1964, Don starred in The Incredible Mr. Limpet. After that, he signed a five-year contract with Universal Pictures. He did The Ghost and Mr. Chicken (1965), The Reluctant Astronaut (1967), The Shakiest Gun in the West (1968), The Love God (1969) and How To Frame A Figg (1971).

After his movie contract was up, Don had a shortly lived variety show on NBC. He also divorced his wife, Kay, but remarried to woman named Loralee Czuchna. Don had two kids with Kay, a son and a daughter. Don started doing plays and guest appearances on other TV shows and eventually started doing movies with Tim Conway for Disney.

In 1979, Don got the role of Ralph Furley on Three's Company. After the show went off the air, Don revived his role as Barney Fife for an Andy Griffith Show reunion special. He did a few small TV appearances, including a recurring character on Matlock.

Although he hadn't had any major roles lately, Don kept himself busy with plays, doing cartoon voices and a part in Pleasentville. He eventually divorced his second wife, Loralee but was spending time with actress Francey Yarborough.

Spring Flowers

I took Casey out for a short walk this morning. I have been noticing the changes of spring coming quickly now. The crocus has been blooming, but now the daffodils are starting to show their heads. I love this time of year, seeing life coming from the cold earth and brightening each day.

Reading Meme

Mark had a new meme over at his place that was pretty cool. I love knowing what different people read. I think you get a whole new insight into one's soul by what they are reading.

So try this:

1. Pick up the book you're currently reading, or if that's not available, the nearest book.

2. Turn to page 21.

3. Go to the 14th (or closest to it) sentence.

4. Post the sentence, book title, and book author in the comments.

5. Continue this on your own blog with a different page and sentence from the same book.

One of the most bitter and cynical men I have ever known was a man loaded with talent.

How to Win Over Worry

By John Edmund Haggai

I originally read this book in High School as part of my required reading. It is one I need to read every so often as a reminder to be anxious for nothing.

I will confess I did a different book here than I did at Mark's. I tend to have more than one book going at a time. Currently I am reading three. This one, Dead Fall (Patricia Rushford & Harrison James) and Deja Dead (Kathleen J. Reichs). The last is on my PDA--a great way to read in bed!

Walking Alone

This afternoon, I headed out by myself. DH was working with his cousin and my destination did not allow dogs. I took an 11k volkswalk that started at the park district in Beaverton and traipsed through the Nike World Headquarters then on to the Nature Park. I crossed the MAX tracks and wandered back through another park and a few neighborhoods. It was a walk with a wide variety of milieus.

I have not walked through the Nike grounds before even though I drive by it often. It is a really nice campus and there were a couple of joggers. The nature park is one of my favorite places to walk, except dogs are not allowed. There are miles of trails both paved and unpaved. I often see bunnies, Gartner snakes and a variety of ducks and birds. Today though, I saw only a few mallard ducks and one robin. I love the solitude and the time to think.

One of the best parts was that I finished just as the sky opened up and the rain poured on down. Walking in the mist is fine, but it sure gets cold when it comes down like that.

President's Day

The original version of President's Day was in commemoration of George Washington's birthday in 1796. Washington, according to the calendar that has been used since at least the mid-18th century, was born on February 22, 1732. According to the old style calendar in use back then, however, he was born on February 11. At least in 1796, many Americans celebrated his birthday on the 22nd while others marked the occasion on the 11th instead.

By the early 19th century, Washington's birthday had taken firm root in the American experience as a bona fide national holiday. Its traditions included Birthnight Balls in various regions, speeches and receptions given by prominent public figures, and a lot of revelry in taverns throughout the land. Then along came Abraham Lincoln, another revered president and fellow February baby (born on the 12th of the month). The first formal observance of his birthday took place in 1865, the year after his assassination, when both houses of Congress gathered for a memorial address. While Lincoln's Birthday did not become a federal holiday like George Washington's, it did become a legal holiday in several states.

In 1968, legislation (HR 15951) was enacted that affected several federal holidays. One of these was Washington's birthday, the observation of which was shifted to the third Monday in February each year whether or not it fell on the 22nd. This act, which took effect in 1971, was designed to simplify the yearly calendar of holidays and give federal employees some standard three-day weekends in the process.

Apparently, while the holiday in February is still officially known as Washington's Birthday (at least according to the Office of Personnel Management), it has become popularly (and, perhaps in some cases at the state level, legally) known as "President's Day." This has made the third Monday in February a day for honoring both Washington and Lincoln, as well as all the other men who have served as president.

What a Friend We Have in Jesus

Words By Joseph Scriven

What a Friend we have in Jesus, all our sins and griefs to bear!
What a privilege to carry everything to God in prayer!
O what peace we often forfeit, O what needless pain we bear,
All because we do not carry everything to God in prayer.

Have we trials and temptations? Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged; take it to the Lord in prayer.
Can we find a friend so faithful who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness; take it to the Lord in prayer.

Are we weak and heavy laden, cumbered with a load of care?
Precious Savior, still our refuge, take it to the Lord in prayer.
Do your friends despise, forsake you? Take it to the Lord in prayer!
In His arms He’ll take and shield you; you will find a solace there.

Blessed Savior, Thou hast promised Thou wilt all our burdens bear
May we ever, Lord, be bringing all to Thee in earnest prayer.
Soon in glory bright unclouded there will be no need for prayer
Rapture, praise and endless worship will be our sweet portion there.

More than a century ago, on the streets of Port Hope, Ontario, a man could be seen walking along carrying a saw and a sawhorse. One day a rich man from across the street saw him and said to a friend, "He looks like a sober man. I think I'll hire him to cut wood for me." "That's Joseph Scriven," the friend replied. "He wouldn't cut wood for you. He only cuts wood for those who don't have enough to pay." And that sums up the philosophy of Joseph Medlicott Scriven, a devoted member of the Plymouth Brethren Church, who took the Sermon on the Mount literally.

Scriven was born in Dublin, Ireland, in 1819. He fell for a lovely young woman, but on the eve of their wedding she accidentally drowned. Scriven never recovered from the shock. The Irishman began to wander, hoping to forget his sorrow. At age 25, he finally settled in Canada.

His faith led him to do menial tasks for poor widows and the sick. He often worked for no wages and was regarded by the people of the community as a kind man, albeit a bit odd. He later fell in love again and planned to marry a wonderful Canadian woman. But again, tragedy struck. His fiance died after contracting pneumonia.

In 1855, a friend visited an ill Scriven and discovered a poem that he had written for his ailing mother in faraway Ireland. Scriven didn't have the money to visit her, but he sent her the poem as an encouragement. He called it "Pray Without Ceasing." When the friend inquired about the poem's origins, Scriven reportedly answered, "The Lord and I did it between us."

Scriven never intended for the poem to be published, but it made its rounds, and was set to music in 1868 by musician Charles Converse, who titled it "What a Friend We Have in Jesus." It has since become one of our greatest hymns.

Scriven died in 1886 (ironically, in an accidental drowning). In his memory, the town of Port Hope erected a monument with this inscription from Scriven's famous song: In His arms He'll take and shield thee. Thou wilt find a solace there

Thanks to Christianity Today

Silly Dog

This afternoon, Casey & I walked to the bank. Tellers are usually a bit suprised to see me walk in with my dog although most at this branch have become accustomed to it by now. I will not leave him tied up outside. I am afraid he might get loose or someone might take him. That would break my heart.

Anyway, today the teller was new and after she smiled she asked if he would like a dog treat. I said sure. I gave the bone to Casey and stopped for a minute outside the bank so he could take some time to eat it. He just looked at me like, "What are we stopping for, Mom? Let's get moving!" So, we did. He started with a new lilt in his step and carried that bone the 2 miles back home. He slobbered all over the place, but he would not set it down or eat it. Of course, after we were in the house, he went straight to the back door to get to the yard so he could eat it.

To let you know how cold it is here today. When we got home, I wiped his chin to get a picture of him with it and some of the slobber had frozen on his fur. It is in the low 30s today, but the wind is coming in from the northeast and bringing a cold snap. Brrr!

Spring is Coming!

One knows when spring is around the corner when the chicks arrive. My sister called today to tell me they picked up five chicks. It is a good thing they are laying hens since her kids have already named them.

When we were growing up, we would get new chicks each spring. (We didn't name them as they were going to end up as dinner in a few short months.) Mom & Dad would wait until the oldest grandchildren would arrive from Minnesota for vacation. My younger sister and I were in high school and the girls were 10 and 12 years younger than me. We looked forward to their visits each year. My parents insisted that we wait to get the chicks until they arrived. A couple of days after they arrived, we would go into town to the feed store to pick up our chicks. L and D would oooh & awww over each one and pick one and then another up to hold. It is hard to say who enjoyed the time more them or my parents or my sister and I .

Memories returned this afternoon as I watched my younger sister's kids oooh and awww over the chicks. Her son used my digital camera to take thirty-some pictures of the new pets. He was moving this way and that to get just the right shot. He took a couple of really good pictures. Their dog was very interested in the chicks as well. She would rest her head over the edge of the chicks home and watched closely. (She didn't seem to be licking her lips though.)

It was a great afternoon when the past and the present came together. Life goes on in a pattern and a rhythm that is comforting. Even with the changes that happen within a family, the legacy goes on.

Sunday Song

I was listening to the radio last evening and heard this song. The lyrics touched me so I had to post it for my Sunday hymn.

Jesus, Take The Wheel

She was driving last Friday on her way to Cincinnati
On a snow white Christmas Eve
Going home to see her Mama and her Daddy with the baby in the backseat
Fifty miles to go and she was running low on faith and gasoline
It been a long hard year
She had a lot on her mind and she didn't pay attention
She was going way to fast
Before she knew it she was spinning on a thin black sheet of glass
She saw both their lives flash before her eyes
She didn't even have time to cry
She was sooo scared
She threw her hands up in the air

Jesus take the wheel
Take it from my hands
Cause I can't do this all on my own
I'm letting go
So give me one more chance
To save me from this road I'm on
Jesus take the wheel

It was still getting colder when she made it to the shoulder
And the car came to a stop
She cried when she saw that baby in the backseat sleeping like a rock
And for the first time in a long time
She bowed her head to pray
She said I'm sorry for the way
I've been living my life
I know I've got to change
So from now on tonight

Jesus take the wheel
Take it from my hands
Cause I can't do this all my own
I'm letting go
So give me one more chance
To save me from this road I'm on

Oh, Jesus take the wheel
Oh, I'm letting go
So give me one more chance
Save me from this road I'm on
From this road I'm on
Jesus take the wheel
Oh, take it, take it from me
Oh, why, oh

Quiet Down!

As evening came, Jesus said to his disciples, "Let's cross to the other side of the lake.” He was already in the boat, so they started out, leaving the crowds behind (although other boats followed). But soon a fierce storm arose. High waves began to break into the boat until it was nearly full of water.

Jesus was sleeping at the back of the boat with his head on a cushion. Frantically they woke him up, shouting, "Teacher, don't you even care that we are going to drown?" When he woke up, he rebuked the wind and said to the water, "Quiet down!" Suddenly the wind stopped, and there was a great calm. And he asked them, "Why are you so afraid? Do you still not have faith in me?"

Mark 4:35-41 (NLT)

This is a lesson I cannot hear too many times. So often I get caught up in the turmoils of life and forget to have faith that God is in control. It is then that I need the reminder to slow down and trust God.

A Few Good Things

• The first crocus of the year
• Sunny days in the middle of the winter
• A good novel
• Sleeping late
• Flannel pants
• Indoor plumbing
• A drive in the country
• Phone call from a sister
• The view of the mountains
• Hot soup
  

A Little Advice

To those who take an SSRI or are considering starting one~

I gotta say they are a pain to get off. I say pain, but the language in my mind is a bit stronger. So, I have been on Paxil for 10 years now. Yes, that is a long time, but it was necessary. My life was saved through Paxil, my therapist and God. My family was supportive, but I had gotten to the point where that didn’t matter anymore.

But I digress; now back to discontinuing an SSRI. Discontinuation Syndrome is discussed on the web and in many doctor’s offices. I figured it was a bunch of bull that weak people used to explain away their personal responsibility. During the last 4½ months I have discovered either it is real or I am trying to explain away my own personal responsibility. Since I am a firm believer in everyone’s responsibility for their own actions and I am not weak (at least according to my DH and my therapist). Therefore, I believe it is real.

Some of the side effects of decreasing a dosage are listed as: severe dizziness, nausea, electric shock sensations, parasthesia (skin crawling, burning or prickling), chills, balance problems, hallucinations, blurred vision, irritability, tingling sensations, nervousness, melancholy, tremors, fatigue, anxiety, insomnia, impaired concentration, vivid dreams, depersonalization, irritability and suicidal thoughts. Out of this list of 21, I have experienced 18. For me, some of the worst are the impaired concentration, irritability, nausea, chills and parasthesia. It is frustrating to not be able to find the word that fits a situation no matter how simple the word may be. I cannot communicate well and I can’t sit still long enough to finish a conversation. Either that or I am taking my clothes off or putting on more because of the inability of my body to regulate temperature. And everything is made worse when you cannot sleep. It makes one wonder if I should just keep going on them and forget trying to stop taking the medication.

I started to decrease Paxil for a couple of reasons. One, I was doing well. I had no depression and was ready to take on the world. Two, if you don’t have to take a chemical, don’t. Three, I left my job and with that my health insurance and my prescriptions was outdated. So, I started titrating down very slowly. But the pills started to run out, so I had to go a bit faster. Uh-oh, not a good idea. The faster you go down the worse the syndrome can become.

I have an appointment on today to get a new prescription. It won’t be for the same amount that I was in the beginning, but it will be for more than I am on at this moment. It will be interesting how the weekend is as I run out on Saturday. I won’t give up though. I know I can get off this medication. It may not be next week or next month, but the day is coming!

Back to the advice on starting an SSRI~

If you need an antidepressant, take one. Even with this struggle, I do not believe I would be alive today without them. If you are on one for more than 5 weeks, expect some trouble getting off of it. You may not have any trouble, not everyone does. (Remember I have been on it for 10 years and have an extensive family history of depression.) Taking an antidepressant does not mean you are weak or crazy. It simply means there are chemical imbalances within the body that need to be helped. It is no different than taking medication for heart disease. I am also a strong advocate for therapy. Medication can only do so much. Lifestyle must be changed to grow and become better able to cope with life.

Oh, my… I just realized I need to take some of my own advice.

My First Solo...

and my last!

God of Our Fathers

God of our fathers, Whose almighty hand

Leads forth in beauty all the starry band

Of shining worlds in splendor through the skies

Our grateful songs before Thy throne arise.

Thy love divine hath led us in the past,

In this free land by Thee our lot is cast,

Be Thou our Ruler, Guardian, Guide and Stay,

Thy Word our law, Thy paths our chosen way.

From war’s alarms, from deadly pestilence,

Be Thy strong arm our ever sure defense;

Thy true religion in our hearts increase,

Thy bounteous goodness nourish us in peace.

Refresh Thy people on their toilsome way,

Lead us from night to never ending day;

Fill all our lives with love and grace divine,

And glory, laud, and praise be ever Thine.

This hymn was written for the 1876 celebration sung for a cel­e­bra­tion of the Cen­ten­n­i­al Fourth of July, and sung at Brandon, Vermont. “National Hymn” written by George W. Warren, for the cen­ten­ni­al cel­e­bra­tion of the Unit­ed States Constitution.

Superbowl Sunday

Just showing my colors!

MAX

This week’s hike centered on an errand—the bank. The thing is the bank is about 3 miles away. We did cross the MAX (Metropolitan Area Express) lines on our route today. The MAX is a part of the mass transit system which is a descendent of Portland’s once extensive trolley system. There are currently 44 miles of track crossing the Portland Metro area.

Each rail line is color coded—blue, red and yellow. The blue line was started in 1981 with the first 15 mile stretch from downtown Portland to Gresham. Construction on an 18 mile stretch toward Hillsboro began in 1994 and opened in September 1998. The red line travels from the blue line to the Portland Airport. On September 10, 2004, the red line opened to the public although the celebration was cancelled following the attacks on New York the following day. The yellow line was originally planned to cross the Columbia River into Washington, but voters there rejected the plan. A scaled back route opened in May 2004 and travels from the blue line to the Expo Center in north Portland.

The photo is from the Willow Creek Transit Center on the blue line. The theme of this station is literacy. The stop is a place to rest surrounded by cherry trees and pink stone benches. Originally to be the final stop on the westside line, the quick growth of the county led to the expansion of the line into downtown Hillsboro.

During the walk today, we experienced rain, wind and some sunshine—a very typical Portland winter. We walked on along main streets with wide sidewalks, narrow dirt shoulders, in quiet neighborhoods and through a park with a duck pond. All this trekked in a brief 6 mile loop. We do live in a great place!

Any Given Sunday

I visit Capt B over at One Marine's View often. Today he has a post that I feel cannot be seen by too many. He gives his point of view followed by a combat update. Take some time to check it out. Enjoy the poignant poem and head to his post.

Any Given Sunday

For all the free people that still protest, you’re welcome,
We protect you and you are protected by the best.
Your voice is strong and loud, but who will fight for you?
No one standing in your crowd.

We are your fathers, brothers, and sons,
wearing the boots and carrying the guns.
We are the ones that leave all we own,
to make sure your future is carved in stone.

We are the ones who fight and die.
We might not be able to save the world , well at least we try.
We walked the paths to where we are at
and we want no choice other than that.

So when you rally your group to complain,
take a look in the back of your brain.
In order for that flag you love to fly,
wars must be fought and young men must die.

We came here to fight for the ones we hold dear,
if that’s not respected we would rather stay here.
So please stop yelling and put down your signs,
and pray for those behind enemy lines.

When the conflict is over and all is well,
be thankful that we chose to go through hell.

I've been tagged...

Chas has tagged me. I did something similar in the past, but here goes...

Four Jobs that I have had:
1) Babysitter (I babysat Paul Westfall’s kids when I was in college. He was an NBA player for those who don’t know. I didn’t, until I called by then boyfriend-now husband- and told him. He was impressed!)
2) Administrator of assisted living
3) Administrative Assistant
4) Activity Director (aka Party Girl for Old People)

Four Movies I could watch over and over:
1) It's a Wonderful Life
2) Sweet Home Alabama
3) Shawshank Redemption
4) Beauty & the Beast

Four places in the U.S. I like:
1) Maui
2) Oregon Coast
3) Western Montana
4) Just about anywhere I have been…

Favorite places I have vacationed:
1) Maui
2) Holland
3) Maui, again!
4) Southern California

Four t.v. shows:
1) Monk
2) Bones
3) Mythbusters
4) Grey’s Anatomy

Four favorite dishes:
1) Lasagna
2) Anything Chocolate
3) My husband’s Chicken Parmesan
4) Mandarin Chicken

Four places I would rather be:
1) Maui
2) The beach
3) Maui
4) Anywhere my DH is…

Four sites I visit daily:
1) Foxnews.com
2) PEERtrainer.com
3) Katu.com (local news)
4) My family’s blogs
5) Several fun and political blogs

I would love to see how this comes up for:
Cheryl, Cori, Hick, Clew