number four

a good thing…

Sailing on a beautiful Adirondack lake, one hot and sunny July day, with the man you’ve loved for twenty-nine years.

a good thing…

Three wonderful children wishing you a happy Mother’s Day.

a good thing…

Small white dog sleeping on my lap, warm and content.

A Good Thing …

No matter how bad your day may seem, there is always something good that happens. It may be something very small and at the time, insignificant. But we can all think of something good that we did for someone, that someone did for us, something good that happened to us, or something good we witnessed. Before you go to sleep tonight, don’t think about how much work you have to do tomorrow, or how mad you got when that driver cut you off, or what you don’t or can’t have. Think of at least one good thing from your day. Just one good thing. You’ll sleep so much better.

Watch this space for my “good things”.

26th October, 2010 bagpipes & babies

I’ve decided to take bagpipe lessons again. Hey, it’s only been 20 years since I played in the Schenectady Pipe Band! Why such a long time between lessons, you may ask?

Well, it all started when I meet this handsome guy who, on our second date, told me he wanted me to hear an album of some of his favorite music. And it turned out to be….any guesses? That’s right - bagpipe music. Since I liked the music I guess he figured ‘this is the girl for me!’, so of course we got married, had a son, and hey, since my husband’s Irish and I have some Irish blood in me, I’ll take bagpipe lessons, play in a pipe band, go to parades and piping competitions, and we’ll eat corned beef and drink beer. Life is good.

A couple of years go by and we say ‘Hey let’s have a daughter now!’. So I get pregnant, the pipe band makes me a maternity kilt, we go to parades and pipe competitions, eat corned beef, my husband drinks beer, I drink water, our son drinks juice, and we have a daughter. Life is good.

A year later, we say ‘Hey, let’s have another daughter!’. So, I get pregnant, we still go to parades and pipe competitions, eat corned beef, my husband drinks beer, I drink water, our son and daughter drink juice, but I don’t play bagpipes anymore ‘cause with two preschoolers and a huge belly, I’m just too pooped to pipe! Then we have another daughter and Life is good.

So now those little babies are 25, 22, and 20, my husband and I still like parades, pipe competitions, drinking beer, and eating corned beef…it’s time to start playing the pipes again.

20 years isn’t so long….how hard can it be? All you have to do is pucker up and blow.