I couldn’t agree more. It seems these days everyone wants to be PC. Not me. I’m tired of it and I agree with Chad!
Many senior citizens are living in part on a pension which most of today’s generation will never have. I was fortunate enough to work for companies in which advancement was possible, that offered benefits packages, full-time, permanent employment, all kinds of fun perks, the whole whiz-bang.
I never knew how good I had it. Why? Because today’s generation has none of that. They survive by their wits. And you wonder why so many are still living at home? It’s called communal living. Banding together for survival in a world designed by people who don’t care.
We nimble humans are now coming out of our burrows to survey the damage. Not only are our youth the victims of these changes. So are the sick and the aged.
It’s now our job, as the ones who’ll survive the impact of economic woes, to rebuild the world.
To rebuild it for our children (and grandchildren) in ways that they may not know about. They won’t know about benefits plans, pensions, one-job families, and the caring for the worker that we used to know. Few of them can afford to go to a chiropractor or, in some cases, even a dentist.
We may have to supply a piece of the puzzle as the last ones alive with memory of the social-safety net we had in the 50’s – 70’s.
I’m supplying my piece by showing young, middle-aged, and senior citizens how to earn more money from home, and have the safety net they need … in a life-changing way. The time is NOW!
The best part is that it’s free for the asking. More information HERE
I hope all the Moms out there had the kind of Mother’s Day that you will cherish forever. As I reflected on the day and what it really means, I thought of all the wonderful things my Mom taught me. And there are many. But the one thing I’ve learned through her and because of her is to be comfortable in my own skin, to walk my own journey, leaving my mark but leaving no scars.
Another important thing I know is that every day is Mother’s Day. There hasn’t been a day in my life that I haven’t had thoughts of my children. I imagine that every mother feels the same. But our children don’t come out of the womb with a parenting manual and what mother hasn’t second-guessed her decisions and actions when it comes to raising them? That means we are human. We WILL leave our mark and yes, there WILL be scars, even though we try our best not to cause them.
This image is another double exposure of a floral image background (supplied by my daughter) and a wine label that I snapped in a grocery store. I could have named it “Siren Song” or something else just as provocative, but it spoke to me that this beautiful woman is comfortable in her own skin. Namaste’
My grandson, Blake, is 18 today. It hardly seems possible.
It’s been said that anyone who takes pictures stops time. That’s exactly what this image does for me. I shot it on his second birthday; a day filled with cake, ice cream, games, balloons and lots of toys from adoring family members. I remember it like it was yesterday. (I’m pretty sure he had more fun with these balloons than anything else that day).
Blake made it a game for me to try to capture him in pictures. If he saw my camera, he would run and hide. So I learned to be rather stealth and sneak up on him … many times to the point of actually chasing him. We had such laughs when I would finally catch up to him and believe me, he was fast! But it was always an adventure and the kind of memories that I wouldn’t trade for anything.
Blake, you’re like your Mom in so many ways, especially your love of adventure. I hope you never lose that. And like she always says … “much love and adventure often.” Happy 18th Birthday.
I am so looking forward to Christmas this year because it will be the first time in many moons that I get to be with both of my children at the same time. Yes, they’re grown adults now but the feeling is magical. I am so blessed!
And I am also blessed to have a wonderful, loving husband who is so much fun to be around and takes such good care of me and Daisy. Right now he’s outside splitting wood, using the hydraulic wood splitter for the first time. Our really cool neighbor came over this morning to help out, so we’ll have to think of something to repay him for all of his help. I even got into the act and stacked as much as I could in the garage, but there’s a lot more to go. What a job!
I truly hope that you, my faithful readers, all have a magical Christmas and a prosperous, healthy and joyful new year. Thanks for reading my blog. I’ll be back after the holidays. Much love. Namaste’
Regina (Gina) Arnold is the author of Uncomplicated Ways to Find Your Financial Freedom, a “flunked retirement” entrepreneur, co-author of The Art & Science of Recruiting, an award-winning photographic artist, and photo blogger.
This day 43 years ago, I gave birth to my beautiful redhead. Her father and I raced through Christmas shopper traffic to make it to the hospital on time. We only had about an hour to spare before she made her grand entrance. We came home from the hospital on Christmas Eve with our new little gift, all wrapped up in a Christmas stocking, courtesy of the Ladies Aid Society at the hospital.
As a little girl, she was teased about her red hair and freckles. People even asked me if I dyed her hair. What????
As each year passes, I realize how blessed I am and how I wouldn’t change anything about her or me and our relationship.
My simple wish for her is that every day, every moment of her life from here on out is filled with joy, peace, wonderful health, abundance, and all the love she so richly deserves.
Happy Birthday, Michele! You are such a treasure and worth every labor pain I had 🙂
Haven’t had much time to devote to blogging these days. But I do miss all my blogger friends’ posts so I’m going to try and catch up in the near future 🙂
Today’s photo is one of my grandson when he was just a little guy. His Mom sent this to me in one of those frames that you can record a message with. In his little voice he said “I love you, Grammy.” It brings tears to my eyes every time.
He’s 17 now. The time has flown by and I miss the “him and me that used to be.” But we are all time travelers on this journey, moving forward in our own process of self-discovery, and each fork in the road takes us in new directions. I love you, Little Buckaroo! I’m proud of the fine human being that you are. Namaste’
I wasn’t sure what I was going to do with the cowboy figurine my BFF sent me. So, one day as he was just lying on the counter next to my lucky bamboo plant, I thought he needed to have a coveted place.
Hmmm … must have been mental telepathy because Ride ‘Em Little Cowboy got right up and perched himself on the plant. And if you don’t believe me, then you’ve forgotten what it’s like to have a child’s imagination. (I may be getting older but that doesn’t mean I have to grow up) 🙂 Namaste’
Do you ever wonder what your name means? The energy behind it? Do you wonder why your parents named you what they did? Did you ever ask? Well, now you can find out.
Go do a Google search for “what your name means.” You might just be amazed and delighted.
When I asked my mom why she named me Regina, she said that it was actually my grandmother’s idea. My dad wanted to name me Priscilla. Mom wouldn’t have any of that because she was convinced that people would nickname me “Silly.” Sometimes I actually live up to that – LOL.
What would be fun is to find the meaning of your name and then the meaning of the significant others in your life, like spouses, children, parents, etc. There might be some clues there to the dynamics of relationships and the energy that drives those dynamics. Namaste’
Since this week’s photo challenge is companionable, I decided to post this image of hubby and his twin sister. What better companion than a twin? Of course I didn’t take this photo. I wasn’t even on the planet yet – LOL!
According to them, they’re about three years old here and I just think it’s one of the cutest pictures I’ve ever seen.
Make a comment below and share with all of us what you think they’re thinking. Personally, I’m guessing that they’re mulling over something mischievous … Namaste’