Books, Music, Blossoms ~ let's Celebrate!!

I love this blog hop!

We are celebrating those small achievements we've had for our week!  Sharing about health, wealth, writing, family, or school... you name it, and we'll celebrate with you!  We do this by hopping to each other's blogs, offering congratulations. And for those times you need encouragement, this is the best blog hop group ever!! We are empathy, en masse! Consider joining us by adding you name at Lexa Cain's blog site.

We are coordinated and directed by:

Lexa Cain @ Lexa Cain's blog

And two lovely co-hosts assist her:

L.G. Keltner @ Writing Off the Edge

Katie @ TheCyBorgMom

What am I celebrating?  

1 - I finished reading The Happiness Project, by Gretchen Rubin. That means more time to read that book about 'the masculine journey', by John Eldredge!! (Ooh, baby, this is good!)

2 - I'm listening to an 8 disc set on Understanding the Fundamentals of Music. I'm in awe of people that compose music. They have an interesting perspective.

3 - Better weather to enjoy the yard more. The Japanese Magnolia/Tulip Tree is still not in full bloom, but here's an updated photo. The blooms are half opened, but at least I have the god-daughter's camera to document it. (smile)

I hope everyone has a fun celebration day! And now ~  the linky vehicle we travel on... 

~ Hop forth and celebrate!  

Taking a day ~

all things green

It's all about the green!  

No long silly poem today. 

You'll only see things I saw, and exclaimed, "Hey, that's green!" 

Do you have a favorite thing that's green? 
(Keep your answer clean!)

If you don't like green, what other color/colour would you prefer?

I've posted a sweet song with a great view of Emerald Bay. (smile)

Could it be a pot of gold???

Just for fun or (Saint Paddy's little secret)

It happened to Saint Paddy
Who drove a rusted caddy.
His sister was a cook.
His brother wrote a book.

The book would tell the town
Where Saint Paddy's luck was found.
While his sister fixed a meal
The brother cut a deal.

He would tell the secret story
Of Paddy's one time glory.
A day the sister baked a fish
And how Paddy got his wish.

Paddy wished for lots of luck 
And to own a bright green truck.
While sister cleaned the house
She spied her gambling spouse.

She ran him out the door
Where Saint Paddy chased a boar
The boar charged the hubby
But oh! the tale gets muddy.

The spouse lay there dying
Still he kept right on a-lying
He said he found some pottery
But he'd really won the lottery.

On the last breath he'd relent           
Which left Saint Paddy spent
He cried and looked around
But a fish was all he found.

The fish housed a slip of paper
Brother laughed at his coming caper.
The story would be spread
Now that sister's hubby's dead.

Since the lotto ticket found
In this fish, not weighed a pound
The officials could take the fish
And Saint Paddy lose his wish.

The sister prepped the fish to cook.
Sneaky brother revealed his book.
Paddy alarmed at what be told
Bribed the brother with some gold.

Sister came in from the farm
Saw a rainbow ~ lucky charm?
Brother winked at Paddy's luck
As he drove off in his truck.

The town would love the read
Of the luck and Paddy's lead,
To look for pots of treasure
In a place of merry measure.

Ah, keep looking for that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, ya' hear!

As We Are ~

We are strong.
We are beauty.
We glide through the sky,
touching the clouds,
tasting the rain, 
that waits to fall.

We tease the sky.
We sculpt ourselves.
We choose the colors,
of dazzling hues,
from all seasons,
and are born on the wind.

We are glowing.
We are dreaming.
Our tendons sing, 
of a universal design,
a most grand design, 
mythical and elusive.

Loved ~ as we are.

I love this blog hop!

Each Friday, we post what we're celebrating - those small achievements for our week!  It can be about writing, family, school or general life.  Then we hop to other blogs, offering congratulations to other people. To be part of this blog hop, all you have to do is put your name on the linky list on Lexa Cain's Blog.

Thank you to our co-hosts:

Lexa Cain @ Lexa Cain's Blog         

L.G. Keltner @ Writing Off the Edge  

Katie @ The CyBorgMom 

What am I celebrating?

1 ~  My Japanese Magnolia (Tulip) Tree is full of buds. By Monday I'll have big blooms!

2 ~ Yesterday was so pretty, I trimmed back all the bushes in the yard.

3 ~ I'm reading John Eldredge's book, The Way of the Wild Heart. It's about the six stages of a man's life.  If I learn any secrets, don't worry, I'll share them.

Have a fun celebration day! Thank you for hopping over here.  I'll hop over to see you (smile). 

And now ~  the linky vehicle we travel on... hop forth and celebrate!

oh ship of sound

By the shore, in the foam
She stood as she played
Deep notes
Harmony touching the waves ~

A single wing, floating
Stroking each string
Slowly
While waters wash the sand ~

Coming round the coastline, a ship
Soft sounds from her bow
Stirring
Her heart to replay her song ~

a little help... please!

"Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends..."








The on-going saga of my friend who has given up her diet is puzzling. She hadn't lost any weight in over three months, so she gave up her New Year's Diet Resolution? She now claims she has lost 4 pounds!! She says her, "eat a special dessert once a week," is the key to her success. Could that be true? 

The first week she made chocolate cake.
The second week she made coconut pies.

We are now into the third week and there's a dilemma! She can't decide between Pecan pie or hot fudge sundaes? I'm at a loss, because I like both equally well. Maybe... if she tops the pie with vanilla ice cream... slathered in chocolate? You see? I simply cannot help her choose. Would someone help us?

Rain ~ poem and song

The rain will start to fall,
On every day ~ on me.
I know just who to call,
And where I want to be.

I'll call up Mr. Sun,
And tell him I will scream.
I've got to have some fun,
If only in my dream.

So keep on pouring rain.
You can't make me sad.
My dream will keep me sane.
My flowers will be glad.

~ How about a rain song?

Results of the Coconut Cream Pie Marathon

A week ago one of my friends decided she'd had enough of her 2015 New Year's Diet Resolution. You remember. She brought over a chocolate cake, vanilla ice cream, and Hershey's chocolate syrup. (Uh-huh.) 

This week she declared a coconut cream pie marathon. I thought it was just a joke. (Uh-huh.) But when I arrived at her home, there were three pies... three!!! I was so happy to see her two sisters and a couple of co-workers. It was surreal.

Let me be brief. Six women and three coconut cream pies. 

I'm hoping my body will shed the huge amount of coffee I've consumed. As it is, I'm looking at being awake when the 2 a.m. Daylight Savings Time hits.

So what's for this coming week? I thought you'd never ask. Pecan pie - because she got some wonderful pie shells on sale. No, wait! She may do chocolate fudge brownies, with vanilla ice cream. 

I'm pretty sure I have an out of town appointment. If not, I'll make one - somewhere. (Uh-huh.)

Celebrate the small things

I love this blog hop!

Thank you to our co-hosts:

Lexa Cain
LG Keltner @ Writing Off the Edge
Katie @ The CyBorgMom

Each Friday, we post what we're celebrating - those small achievements for our week!  It can be about writing, family, school or general life.  Then we hop around other blogs, offering congratulations to other people. To be part of this blog hop, all you have to do is put your name on the linky list on Lexa's Cain's Blog.

What am I celebrating?

1 - My God-daughter gave me two colorful, easy clean blouses to for yard work. Almost time!

2 - An invitation to a coconut cream pie marathon. Yes! (Last week she made chocolate cake.)

3 - A congratulatory letter from the power company: "You are among the most efficient homes in your area for the year." SEE - all of those You Tube DIY videos on insulation, and caulking windows helped! (500 points under the norm of the average home. 200 points under the efficiency level homes.)

4 - Success with my new music blog, and the music blog hop I joined. I've had 16 people vote so far! The current battle closes out Friday at midnight. dcrelief ~ Battle of the Bands 

I hope everyone has a fun celebration day! Thank you for hopping over here.  See you soon, (smile). 

And now ~  the linky vehicle we travel on... hop forth and celebrate!

A place to belong

A place to belong...
'Tis heaven's song

When asked to go
Make sure you know

That in your haste
You leave no waste

And love abides in every space.

She likes, but He likes... part 2 of 2

As promised to some of you, here' s how it ended... at least it seems to have ended.

The sewing machine stands ready  to finish a project that seems to be never-ending. I'm torn between two designs. In the back of my mind, I want to be interrupted. Save me from this "mission impossible," and "oh-no-gotta-get-this-done," attitude. My phone buzzes with an incoming text: "In neighborhood, may I stop by?" The friend I shared cake with is stopping in. I felt a sense of relief... yep that's me, 'dcrelief.' I text back: "Yes!"

Let me list this stuff - I'll never make it through quotation marks and punctuation. I'm just a little blogger. Here' what my friend told me:

He thought I invited him to meet you, as a potential person to date.
He thought you had winked at him several times.
He thought you made the chocolate cake to impress him.
He thought you were playing 'hard to get' by refusing him.
He thought I left the room to give you and he a few minutes alone.
He didn't want to disappoint me, so he asked again, for your phone number. 
That way I'd know, how hard he tried to be polite to my friend.

I gotta tell ya'... I've never laughed so hard in my life! I sat down at the kitchen table, and laughed until the tears fell. Oh, please, let me write all of this down. Go back over everything, 'cause I don't want to miss a thing. Wow!

At first I think she was actually going to accept all of this trash talk. I picked up this list and read it out loud to her. I repeated it as blandly and 'matter of fact' as I could. Just like she did. Probably, just as he did. I barely got through it. No more laughter - I hurt for her.

I handed her the list, "Look at this! You know me! Right? Okay?"

She began to smile. A weak smile. I felt so sorry for her feelings being hurt. I reminded her that he didn't even know I would be there. So, where did he get these expectations "she had of him, to ask me out?" I told her, give him a couple days to think how's he going to get around this, and he'll call. She wants to why I would say this?

Unfortunately I hate getting involved with other people's relationships. Sensing the dance between you two has been interesting, but not a priority for me to interject an opinion. I'm hearing snips and bits but hey, you are both adults. Now, I am involved. You are being blamed because I rejected his advances. Think about that. Look at that last remark:

"That way 'you'd' know how hard 'he' tried to be polite to 'your friend.' " 
Therefore, it's your fault he didn't succeed.
Can you wrap your head around what's he's doing?

Next, he'll be telling you that something must be wrong with me, because I rejected him. 
(Yeah, and then the light came on in her head! He'd already called and started complaining. Poor baby!)

I introduced my friend to some compact discs, discussing "The Narcissistic Personality." We watched a couple, and I couldn't help but shed a tear with her. It's tough when you love people; you're willing to help in any way you can. But you might allow loneliness and desperation to get you involved with those who are predators.

She'll be here for the weekend... maybe Thursday too. It's escapism, but I completely understand. Some times all it takes is a true friend, and a vacation from the environment. I don't want praise. I want my friend to be safe and happy. 

So that's 2 of 2...  now you know. Be safe, people.

The Last Frost ~ Stephen King guest post (Just kidding **)

In the yard yesterday afternoon, I thought I smelled spring. The smell of the warm sun on the driveway - are you sure that was spring? A chipmunk took a quick hip hop across my shoes. Yes! He popped out of his hole and in his zeal to bound to the yard, hit the tops of my shoes. It was amazing. I'm not sure who it surprised more... him or me?

Is it too soon to begin digging? Can I put away the shovel and take out the trusty spade?  In this city one never knows when the old "false spring" will occur. I've watched many years, as things begin to build buds and blooms, were suddenly disrupted or killed by the last frost. "The last frost," has the old Stephen King ring, huh?

Deep in the heart of the south, Miss Lily made the slow walk around the azaleas. Her hands lovingly placed the pine needles around each plant, as she whistled a happy tune. Overhead birds were singing one minute, and then suddenly stopped. Miss Lily didn't take notice at first, humming now, and at the end of the pine needle bundle, she stood back to have a look. Blood! Around every outer circle of needles, flowed blood! What in the world was going own? She began retracing her steps to the first bush. The blood was rising deeper with each plant she passed. She'd regather them and placed them in the wheel barrow, to be returned to the greenhouse. Something was terribly wrong with those pine needles. Such an expense and waste of time, she felt deflated.

She thought to sit for a moment on the new concrete bench her son purchased. Breathing out a sigh, she looked at the sun overhead, and a now dark cloud taking shape over the azaleas. She removed her sunglasses in time to realize it was no dark cloud, but a huge wave of red blood. What was it her Facebook friends were always commenting? Oh, yeah... OMG!!! **

The new owners settled in just as spring was breaking. Such a lovely home with the reddest azaleas they'd ever seen. How could such a beautiful, quiet place sit empty for three years? They were especially impressed by the kindness of their neighbor, who ran the greenhouse. She had dropped off a bundle of pine needles with a business card, stating: "Be sure and mulch the azaleas; they love pine needles. Gives them that healthy red glow." **

She likes, but He likes and the rest is kind of sad...

My good friend really likes a man in her neighborhood. She wants more than a friendship, but he doesn't seem to take the hint. (The hint?) So she called me to stop by and meet him. She wanted my impression of him. I didn't want to go. Something in my gut was saying: don't do it. (Really, don't do it.) But she's my friend, and it (was) important to her.

I took leftover chocolate cake. (Remember, I helped another friend dump her New Year's diet resolution?!) Cake and coffee, some good jokes and the hour was going nicely... he was late. (He or I, one should have stayed at home.) Into the next hour he arrived. A pleasant looking man with beautiful eyes... and when he looked at me I got a very strange feeling.

My friend went to a restroom break, leaving the two of us at her kitchen table. That's when he popped the question. (No, not that one, thank goodness.) He asked if I'd like to go out some time?  No. (Hot seat time.) He's a nice looking man, but dating is not in the cards right now. I am all scheduled out. No. I have male friends I hang out with, but I have goals I'm working on. And truthfully, I don't know that I want to "put up" with a male that close in my life. No. I think most people understand that having a partner means making some level of commitment. (And oh-good-grief, what about my friend? She's like a lovesick puppy.) He's not doing well with my 'no'.

My friend returned to the room and I stood up to leave. She knew I had a couple of tasks to complete. Everything was moving along nicely... me towards the door, with the two of them still sitting there. Then he stands up and asked if he can have my phone number? I looked at my friend and she was crushed. I got mad. I had the impression he might have done it on purpose. I'd already said, no, maybe four times. (I needed a moment to think and catch my breath.) I walked to her door, turned slowly, looked at him and spoke: As I told a few minutes ago - no, no thank you.

This has really been some weekend. I've called her, but she's not answering her phone. He sister says she's upset. (Yeah, I understand that.) 

"March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb."  Happy March!

March winds: Learn to paint the colors of the wind

What do we wish for the Earth? Is it alive or merely something beneath our feet to exploit? Can we learn to love the many places we've never seen, or may never visit? What do we want for ourselves, that we would deny another having? Is there a song you would sing to the Earth? 

I offer this one::

Don't read... this post will lead you to the dark side!

I told you not to read.
Now you're in my feed.
Ha ha ha! He he he.
I will never set you free!

Okay, maybe not. There's a music blog hop I do called, "Battle of the Bands," where I pit two versions of the same song against each other. You are most welcome, and not really under my spell, to go there and play.

You do not have to be a participant in the blog hop to vote!! I often remind myself that I could have just voted and stayed out... but NO! I had to jump in, both feet and now, "I'm hooked on a feeling."

The blog hop runs for six days, so it's not like I'm rushing you or anything. However, this post will disappear soon. You might be disappointed if you miss this. (Or, maybe not, when you see which song I've chosen for 'battle time.')

Only those willing should travel there. (Really, I do understand.) See the little box in the right column... at the very top! Yes, that will take you to my music blog. Have a look, maybe a listen, maybe vote... and if you want to hear more battles... there are eleven other blog-hoppers to endure. But you can stop any time you wish. Or you may stay here, and I'll post something else soon.

Time for my bow!

Celebrate the Small Things

I love this blog hop!

Each Friday, we post what we're celebrating - those small achievements for our week!  It can be about writing, family, school or general life.  Then we hop around other blogs, offering congratulations to other people. To be part of this blog hop, all you have to do is put your name on the linky list on Lexa's Cain's Blog.


Thank you to our co-hosts:

Lexa Cain @ Lexa Cain's Blog

L.G. Keltner @ Writing Off The Edge

Katie @ The CyborgMom

What am I celebrating? 

1- Wednesday I helped a friend officially dump her New Year's diet resolution! We had chocolate cake, vanilla ice cream, and coffee. Helping others is so rewarding, don't you agree?

2- Unexpected fun moments... Thursday's 5-inch snow seven children, ascending to the top of the long, steep hill, where my home sits. Sleds, trash can lids, and one brave soul on a bicycle. (I hope he's going to be okay. I don't think he knew the ditch was there.)

3- I've been "hired" as a Minion to help with the A - Z Blogfest!! 

I love Minions... do you?

I hope everyone has a fun celebration day! (smile).
And now ~  the linky vehicle we travel on... hop forth and celebrate!

On this page

On this page. 
A summer day, long ago. 
How long ago was it? 
Was she even sure? 
No date, just a few initials scattered throughout. 
She might match some names with those initials.
She might.
Then again, she didn't pen them.
Her aunt's handwriting, nearly smudged.
In a book of worn, dog-eared pages.
The leaving of a book to her.
From her aunt.
Written in life, given in death. 
About a summer day, long ago.
On this page.

Winter ~ sights ~ sounds ~ smells

Morning brought a dusting of snow.
How was I to know...
That a powdered-sugar world would be waiting...
     ~     ~     ~
Can you smell snow in the air?
Two days before this dusting I could smell it.
I knew it was on the way.
There are no words to describe it's smell.
The only thing I can tell you is that it smells like 'Christmas.'
Can you smell Christmas?
      ~     ~     ~
I was smelling spring until three days ago.
It smells like fresh dirt.
Clean, wet clothes hanging on a clothesline.
Green shoots of spring onions.
    ~     ~     ~
Does anyone else have these sensations?
Am I the only one who might be nuts?

The Returning

In my yard stand two Butterfly bushes ~
one white, and one purple.

Soon I will trim them back, from three foot limbs to one foot limbs.

Their rapid growth amazes me. Thousands of tiny buds will appear by the end of March.

Flowers, smaller than the head of a match, will pop open.

A fragrance ~ like no other.

I wait for Butterflies to return ~ and they will.

Celebrate the Small Things

I love this blog hop!

Each Friday, we post what we're celebrating - those small achievements for our week!  It can be about writing, family, school or general life.  Then we hop around other blogs, offering congratulations to other people. To be part of this blog hop, all you have to do is put your name on the linky list on Lexa's Cain's Blog.


Thank you to our co-hosts:

Lexa Cain's Blog ~

LG Keltner ~ Writing Off the Edge

Katie ~ TheCyborgMom

What am I celebrating? 

1 - My home town had an ice storm, but when I look at what others are experiencing, I feel less like complaining.  Even though there is ice still on the ground, streets are clear. Life is manageable.

2 - Getting back to my exercise routine, since my leg is so much better.

3 - On my street, the city cleared all tree limbs that crossed power lines. I don't know how those men stood the cold, but I'm grateful.

I hope everyone has a fun celebration day! Thank you for hopping over here.  I'll hop over to see you (smile).  And now ~  the linky vehicle we travel on... hop forth and celebrate!

Rain ~ sleet ~ maybe snow ~ you never know

Drifting down one by one  ~
Afternoon flakes are small ~
They always are, in the city ~
Pretty.

But I'm in the countryside ~
Where snow is rare ~
I watch with care ~ 
Hoping.

Only moments, snow turns to rain ~
Rain turns to sleet ~
The road becomes a sheet  ~
Icing.

Candles wait ready, in the night  ~
Water streams from the tap ~
In time for a Winter's nap ~
Dreaming.

Bear-ly Talking

Saturday was a fun day. I was trying out a new volunteer position. We visit the children in local hospitals, and rehabilitation centers. This event we were allowed to wear costumes, and I went as a bear. My stage name is "Daisy." (Of course there's always someone who has seen the old movie, "2001 A Space Odyssey." You might remember the computer used to sing the song, "Daisy." If not, never mind.)

As it turned out, there was another bear, a rabbit, and three Raggedy Anns, who had to quickly, make up different names to keep up with them. (Please don't ask - I'm sure next time things will be better, if there's a next time. Those Anns really can be raggedy.) It's hard enough being introduced and hear one name but then go into costume and you're another name. I suspect my new name is... "Dixie, Daisy, Dammit," bear.

The time with the children worked out well. They were so much fun. At times it's nice to have a big, fake bear head on. It hides a lot of emotion. Then again it worked against me in the late afternoon. One of the facilities we visited had a wing for elderly. They wanted us to stop by, if we had time. Me, the other bear, and the rabbit were game. (No pun intended.)

We arrived just as they were pushing tables and chairs out of the way. They planned a little dance. Yep, coupled up, and the guy handling the music had a list of requests. The bear, the rabbit, and I walked through the double swinging doors... and basically, there's little I remember after that. Oh I do remember one thing. I kept saying, "I'm not dancing ... I have a pulled muscle... I'm not dancing." If I said it once I said it a bunch of times. Then finally, "I'm not a dancing bear!" Now I could hear all of this very clearly in my head... and my bear head too. I was talking, and I was talking out loud. 

In fact I got very loud. "I'M NOT A DANCING BEAR!" Did they stop? No. Why? I discovered the answer later. When you're standing on the outside of a bear with a big, fake head, what you hear is this:

Rah-rot, rah aro-aw rearh. You understand that... right? Yeah.

Valentine's Day ~ with the children

Come on... look... 
it's not that bad!

I think I'll make a really cute bear...

Aw, Teddy...
just one look...

Pretty please...Teddy?

So it's Valentine's Day... I volunteered to go with this group, and visit hospitalized children. I just know we'll have a great time. (and cupcakes, Teddy!?!)

I haven't done this in many moons, but hey, it's okay. My bear suit still fits (smile). Yes, I have a big ribbon for a tie to go around my neck. Maybe someone will take a new photo for my album.

Put a smile on that face, Teddy. You look so cute all dressed in red. Yes, I promise... cupcakes. 

Yes... chocolate ones too. (smile)

Time for bed, Teddy. No late night movie, 
or we'll never get up on time. 
Please don't give me that look. You can watch two movies, tomorrow afternoon.

What? I don't have to look like a real bear, Teddy. It's just for fun.
Growl? Why would I growl? You don't growl. (Do you?)

Say goodnight, Teddy. Teddy? (zzzzz)

Celebrate the small things ~

I love this blog hop!

Each Friday, we post what we're celebrating - those small achievements for our week!  It can be about writing, family, school or general life.  Then we hop around other blogs, offering congratulations to other people. To be part of this blog hop, all you have to do is put your name on the linky list on Lexa's Cain's Blog.


A shout out to our fearless director!
Lexa Cain

Let's hear it for our co-hosts!!
L.G. Keltner ~ Writing Off The Edge
Katie ~ the cyborgmom

What am I celebrating? 
1 - My friend, who was not expected to live, (diagnosed 1-20-15), has made a 97% recovery! She'll be discharged from the hospital in two weeks. Her doctors told the family it must be a "God thing." They are completely stumped (smile).
2 - I was nominated for the "Very Inspiring Blogger Award."
3 - I won a free copy of Everyday writer, Tyrean Martinson 's "Jumble of 500+ Writing Prompts."  (YES!) See her blog to order a copy!
4 - I'm getting a refund check from my car insurance, who say they overcharged me... four years ago.

I hope everyone has a fun celebration day! Thank you for hopping over here.  
And now ~  the linky vehicle we travel on... hop forth and give kudos!


For those who celebrate Valentine's Day... I love candy too. (hint-hint).
Battle of the Bands plays this Sunday on my music blog!! Come over, and vote for whichever song you like the best... no requirements... no sign in... no snacks (sorry).

Very Inspiring Blogger Award

I have been nominated by two bloggers for the "Very Inspiring Blogger Award."  Sharon M. Himsl @ Shells, Tails, & Snails, and Debra@ She Who Seeks

My thanks to Sharon, who relays the true stories of "The Nursing Ship of Madagascar." She stays in email communication with a nurse who is employed on the ship. There are times I leave her blog in tears, pondering the gentle ways of the staff, and the kindness of the local peoples, with whom they come in contact. Sharon creates her own 'series of interests' reads. Lately she has us all exploring famous quotes, or first sentences of the old classic novels. It's a lot of fun. Thank you, Sharon.

My thanks to Debra She Who Seeks, who is the history buff I longed to be at one time in life. To tell the life of each notable era with tongue in cheek perfection. Don't worry, the other eras get their own special madness - she's guaranteed to make you laugh, and wonder why history has hidden so much? Of course you have to visit every holiday. There's a cartoon or explicit photo that you'll not want to miss. It's all about explaining life on the blue marble. Thank you, Debra.

Rules for the Nominees:
1. Thank the person who nominated you, and link to their blog. Covered.
2. Display the award logo. Done.
3. Nominate 15 other bloggers (more or less) and provide a link where they may be found. I chose four.
4. Leave a comment on their blog, to let them know they have been nominated. I'll do that.

5. Mention three things that inspired you the most during the past few weeks. 
5a - Great news on a friend not expected to live, has had a miraculous recovery. Even her doctors are stumped.  I wrote a blog post on 'dcrelief' about her called, "Alone with thoughts."

5b- The joy from 'followers of fun and frolic' on my 'an artful blogger' joke site. Their wit and creative thinking  reminds me, that laughing at ourselves makes for a happy heart.

5c - So many people have wished me good thoughts concerning my pulled muscle. They've taken time to stop by and check on my progress. There's a lot of loving humanity living in the blogosphere!

It was a difficult choice because I am inspired by so many. I am grateful that some have already been nominated by someone else, for the "Very Inspiring Blogger Award." If not this post might have been twice as long! 

These four are very diverse, with one common denominator. They love what they're doing! That's the best inspiration for me (smile). My thanks to Jo, Cathy, Lisa, and Linda!

Jo On Food, Life, and A Scent of Chocolate
Curious as a Cathy

Wishbone cures everything

Woke Up... Got Out Of Bed

In the pink

Grandma was a mobster
her truck was painted pink.
She'd haul a load of lobster,
and clean them in her sink.

Everyone knew Grandma
and listened for her horn.
Today she mowed down Grandpa
bent him over in the corn.

She cried all night and day,
until she bought that mink.
Insurance paid her way
for piercings and some ink.

A ring went in her nose,
a diamond in her tongue,
A tattoo of a rose,
but she'd only just begun...

In-the-pink.

Countdown to Valentine's Day ~ a song for you

No dog-gone money, but plenty of sunshine!

Yard sale? ~ what yard sale?

Oh yes, such a beautiful day in the neighborhood. The yard sale was a big snooze but I didn't care. I had a chair picked out, the sun on my shoulders, and, possibly entertained a few people who did stop by. As I was leaving four cars pulled into the god-daughter's driveway. Ha, ha, I'm still outta here! If anything of mine sells ~ we'll square later. (Later!)

Pulled muscle? ~what pulled muscle?

My pulled muscle loves me more today than yesterday. I fed me a peanut butter and grape jelly sandwich for lunch. Never mind the cookies; I needed a break from all that dough rolling, anyway. Besides it was so warm, with a gentle breeze, who would want to crank up the oven? (Later!)

Van battery worked? ~You betcha!

I went to the auto shop and had them run a quick diagnostic on the electrical systems. Oh baby, we're cooking properly. No worries about the seven errands I ran ~ it cranked every time! So, the personal superhero I wrote about on Friday, really knows his stuff. He saw my van at the yard sale and stopped in to ask if things were okay. That's service ~with a (smile).

I'm very grateful to everyone holding good thoughts concerning my crazy past week. Hope your weekend, or Sunday was nice. If not, please feel free to leave me a note to put you on my good thought list. And ~ let's play a tune... an old song, you might know...

Who's Complaining?

It's been so cold here this week. No snow, for which I'm thankful because so many are suffering under a deep blanket of white. Some have been visited with ice on top of it, or beforehand. So my complaint is not really about weather. As many know, because I have complained about having a pulled muscle in my leg, this has been an immobile type week. The cold has been there but I've been missing it, staying inside, nursing said muscle.

Today I felt pretty decent and thought to make a quick trip to the store. Alas, I'm out of peanut butter! As many of you know I do like to bake peanut butter cookies. This wonderful activity heats up the home front, as well as heat up every one's tummies! But... the van sits there and refuses to start. The battery has succumbed to the cold. Oh blast! No, not completely, but enough to make you say all the four letter words you promised in that "New Year's Resolution of 2010" not to use. Well, I'll start over with that in 2016.(smile)

The son of a friend arrived to rescue me! Yes, pulled up on his little scooter, plugged in a battery charger, maneuvered all the cords so the kitchen door completely shuts, and promptly left. I felt as if I'd witnessed a super hero... "get it, got it, good... done!" He advised he'll return shortly to inspect the charge and crank my van. I believe he will. So maybe I have no complaint after all.

I hope you have no complaints, today, either. But just in case... and since I'm not mobile in any fashion... I'll gladly listen. Go ahead... your turn.

Celebrate the Small Things ~

I love this blog hop!
Each Friday, we post what we're celebrating - those small achievements for our week! Then we hop around other blogs, offering congratulations to other people.  And if everyone visits at least a few other blogs, we'll all have some congratulations.

Thank you to our sponsor and co-hosts!!

Lexa Cain @ Lexa Cain

LG Keltner@ Writing Off the Edge

Katie @ The Cyborg Mom

What am I celebrating?  

1 - I'm celebrating finding ice cream in my freezer. I pulled a leg muscle and thought I didn't have any chocolate - this works! And, no I don't actually put the ice cream on the muscle.

2 - Having the nicest God-daughter in the world. Monday is laundry day, but it was the same day I pulled the muscle. She took over, and I'm so celebrating having her help! (Thank you, Lisa!)

And, # 3 - I found my "Snowman hat." Send the snow - I'm ready!!!

I hope everyone has a fun celebration day. Thank you for hopping over here! And now ~  the linky vehicle we travel on... 

Time heals all wounds...

Hello ~ music!

"Battle of The Bands" bloghop posted on my other blog on February 1st... The door is open to everyone!

You don't have to join this bloghop to vote for the song you like the best. Or vote for the song you hate the least. (smile).

I think there are 10 blogs participating, and you're invited to vote in every battle.

DCRELIEF ~ Battle of the Bands

Groungdhog's Shadow at 39% Accuracy?

The day we wait for every year. Groundhog's Day. Big doings in a large part of the world. But has the little fellow lost his touch after 200 years? Yes, it's true. Rumors, and a state to state survey determined that the groundhog's ability to predict more winter or an early spring is no longer effective. 

For the last several years his prediction accuracy rating has dropped to 39%. Indeed, we have placed our bets on the little fella for so long I suspect he may be one of the many suffering from PTSD - Punxsutawney (is) Tired (of) Shadow Day.

Beginning this year of 2015, the gathering of the Shadow Day will take place at the home of Kermit the Frog. He was officially asked to take Phil's place. When asked if he would serve, Kermit had this to say:

So on with the celebration... and a tune from that wonderful movie soundtrack, "Groundhog's Day."