My friend and I recently took a road trip just a little north of where we live to look at some property suggested by https://exprealty.com/us/tx/kerrville/houses/, and I gotta tell ya..... There's just something really cool about driving down dirt roads. When the dust kicks up, and folks can hear someone coming from a ways away, people lift up their heads to wave even if they don't know you - it just has a way of taking me back in time. Back in time - to my good old days......... I grew up in Redford Township, and one of mine and my siblings' favorite things to do was was "go out to the farm." When we'd get up on a Saturday morning and find out we would be making the long trip out to St. Clair, we'd get so excited! Aunt Iris and Uncle Ed lived on what to me seemed like a ... View Post
Taking A Look Around Me
There's a really sweet walking path at a beautiful park near my home. It borders Lake St. Clair, and just across the water is Canada. Every time that I've gone there, I've taken photos and sent them to people to share the magnificent views of the sunrise, a fishing boat quietly passing by, or a storm cloud approaching. But when I began seeing out-of-area text message charges on my phone bill, I realized that with Canada being so close, I was being charged as though I was in a different country. So I stopped taking photos, and instead, began to bring my headphones and listen to music. But one morning I was taken by surprise when three police officers and a pretty big dog appeared suddenly from behind me, and decided that I needed to be more aware of what was happening around me. ... View Post
Carrie’s Shoes
I have a very predictable routine. You could even say it's quite boring. I get up at the same time every morning. I hit snooze the same number of times. Two back-up alarms go off. I get up, brush my teeth, shower, and I won't bore you with the rest of the details, but it's the same every single day. I take the same roads, drive in the same lane, and always hit 15 Mile and John R at 6:06 a.m. I park in the same garage, on the same floor, in the same spot each shift, and I look at the time clock on the way in and get a chuckle. It's always 6:18 a.m. My lunch goes in the fridge, I head to my locker, change my shoes, put my badge on and my necessities in my pockets, and head to the kitchen. I make a pot of coffee and have a conversation with Sherry or Denise from dietary. We ... View Post
“Crafty” Coconut Custard Pie
Ingredients: 1-1/3 cup of sugar 3 eggs 1/3 cup buttermilk 1 teaspoon vanilla 1 stick melted butter or margarine 1 cup coconut Directions: Mix together the first 5 ingredients. Add the coconut. Pour into an unbaked crust. Bake at 350 degrees for 35 to 45 minutes, depending on your oven - until golden brown. This recipe is one handed down from my dear friend Sue Craft, and I simply cannot publish this until in true Sue Craft style, I add a little riddle. So here goes: Q: What’s the best thing to put into Sue Craft's Coconut Custard Pie? A: Your teeth! ... View Post
Humbled By A Hamster
I'm divorced, but jokingly often refer to myself as "recycled - recovered, stronger, even better"..... I'm also fiercely independent (although I can think of at least ONE friend who will beg to differ). Maybe what I view as independent has now been clearly identified in the past 24 hours as just plain prideful. Yeah - that's it. I'm really just full of pride and stubbornness. You see, I'd rather fork out $500 to get a room painted than let someone do it for free. Why? Because I don't want to feel indebted to someone for a favor. If I choose to do something nice for someone, I don't want it to be because I now feel obligated because they did something for me. The problem with that is this - I am actually ROBBING someone of doing something nice just for me because of the ... View Post
Hey Nurses – Let’s Talk Moral Injury
There isn't a day that goes by I don't know of something I'd just love to write about. The shifts in what I like to refer to as my "school shoes and scrubs" at the hospital definitely give me the most material with which to work. Often, especially lately though, I come home and my mind just goes blank. Over the past year I haven't decided if that's because I'm simply too exhausted after a 12-hour shift, or I'm just getting better at keeping my mouth shut (or in this case, my laptop). Maybe I worry that what I'd love to get out of my head, off of my heart, or off of my CHEST just might offend someone. Maybe what I think is just irrelevant or inappropriate - even if it IS true. Maybe as a Christian I'm worried about offending those who aren't because I'm supposed to live ... View Post
The eye doctor and the Eye Doctor
Readers. They come in packages of four at my favorite store for $9.99. My first pair was 1.0 strength. I bought them after my friend Jean at work pointed out that I was unknowingly squinting while on the computer. I didn't believe her because I'd never worn glasses in my life, so I began paying attention to myself, and sure enough - the day I couldn't read a tiny little bottle at work in the middle of doing a procedure at work in the ICU, the physician told me to put on my glasses. Glasses? I don't wear glasses. I've never worn glasses. Guess what. That night? I stopped at TJ Max and bought a four-pack. That was the year I turned 50. Now I'm 56 and have graduated from 1.0 all the way up to 3.0, and am now on the verge of not finding the next strength in the ... View Post
Grace Defined
Every month I sit at the kitchen table, pay my bills, and divvy up my cash into envelopes - each for something different. It's the "envelope system" created by Dave Ramsey in his Financial Peace University program. $200 for groceries, $120 for gas, $70 for hair, $50 for gifts, and the list goes on. When the envelope is empty - that's it. All gone. No more. Now, I must wait until I earn some more. This morning, however, I was putting that cash into the envelopes and began thinking about a challenging question someone posed to me a couple of years ago. Insisting that I didn't understand what grace was, they asked me to define it. "Getting something I don't deserve" wasn't a satisfying enough answer for that individual, and since that time I have thought about the ... View Post