 Back in the day, even further back then my day, there was a song entitled, "Jeepers, Creepers". It was a catchy little tune and one that I have caught myself singing in my mind a thousand times. Why? Because I used to be a Jeeper! Yes, you read that correctly, I used to identify with a Jeep. I was definitely a Jeeper! When I met my husband he had two vehicles. Well, I guess you could say two vehicles. He owned a four door sedan of some sort and a grey, 1960 something, rag top Jeep! Now, being as I met Jim in 1983, the Jeep was at least 20 years old, but it was beautiful! Never mind the fact that when it rained and went through standing water it tended to stop dead in its tracks. I still loved it. In fact, that was one of the reasons I think I fell in love with Jim! Jim was a Jeeper from way back. He had been president of one of the local Jeep clubs for a while and had gone on many an off road trip by the time I met him. He worked on Jeeps, he talked about Jeeps, he drove Jeeps, yep Jim loved Jeeps. So, it is a good thing I feel in love with old grey when I first saw her. Needless to say, the first vehicle I bought after we got married was a Jeep, a Jeep Grand Cherokee. At this point you are probably thinking, well big deal she bought a Jeep Grand Cherokee. And you are right it was not a rag top, nor was it not air conditioned, nor did it stop when it got wet! It was a really nice car inside and out. However, that did not stop us from going Jeeping in it on weekends and me driving it to work on Monday morning. Also, it was the first Jeep that Jim had driven that had the capacity of changing to 4 wheel drive inside the vehicle instead of having to get outside and turning the hubs on the wheels. So, he thought he had died and gone to heaven. This first Jeep also presented me with a new challenge. I was about 35 years old and had never driven a stick shift! And, yes, the new Jeep Cherokee had just that! But, with the help of Jim's sister, I was out and driving the thing on the streets of Knoxville and Oak Ridge in no time. I also fell in love with straight shifts and drove nothing else until I got too old, or so I thought, to hold the clutch down in traffic. So, we had old grey when we first got married. Then we went into a Jeep Grand Cherokee. We had great times in the Grand Cherokee. We went on 4 wheel drive trails you would not have believed. We forged trails in the thing. But still, there was something missing and we finally figured it out. Old grey was still in our blood and we had to get a "real" Jeep. The next Jeep we owned, and the likes of which we continued to own, was a red rag top. It wasn't old grey, she had long died. But it was a rag top and that was what was important, at least to us it was. Hello weekends, here we came! Eventually Jim took the big step and ordered a custom made red Jeep Rubicon. It was still a rag top, but it had all the bells and whistles on it. Plus, it had a sticker on the inside that said, "Made especially for Jim Wester." Now, he really thought he had died and gone to heaven. It was absolutely beautiful. We now had the vehicle of our dreams, so we had to take it on the trip of our dreams. And we did. We left Knoxville early one August morning and headed out west, on back roads not the interstate! We took state roads up north and out west through Kentucky, Indiana, Illinois, North and South Dakota, Nebraska, Utah, Colorado, Nevada, and just a small speck of California. We started back east through Arizona, New Mexico, Texas, Oklahoma, and then on home. We were gone close to three weeks and traveled more than 2,000 miles. We did get on the interstate at some point coming back home, but the majority of those miles were either on state roads or off road. We had a great time and great memories. But, life happened and the good times came to an end. I eventually went back to buying just cars, Jim and I divorced, he got sick with pancreatic cancer and passed away, and now it is just me and my baby dogs. Well, I was doing good until I got to this point. What else can I say? Life did truly happen! In any event, I am so thankful for those memories. The jeeps, the trip, the 4 wheel drive outings, and me and Jim in love. Those were great days and I will always have those memories. Life is good today, just different. Oh, the song, I found the song, Jeepers, Creepers on youtube! Thought you might like to hear it. Like I said, catchy little tune! Until the next time...happy trails to you! Becky
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 Have you ever thought about the fact that every year we pass the anniversary of our death without knowing it? That, my friend, is a mortality awakening!
I thought about that fact one day recently and wondered to myself if that day could be THE day. The day when my soul will leave my earthly body and go to my heavenly home forever. Though I find peace in that thought, I also find a bit of fear. I am not fearful of dying, I am fearful of how I will die. I would prefer I just go to sleep one day and avoid any kind of painful experience or illness. But, we do not actually get to choose how we die, now do we? Ever since November 19, 2009, I have had strange thoughts about death. You see, that date is when my mom went to her heavenly home in the middle of the night. That was her 80th trip to the date November 19th, but she never knew that would be her last time there. Mom had Alzheimer's and was residing in assisted living for Alzheimer's patients when she fell and hit her head for the last time. She was taken to the ER and subsequently placed in ICU. Due to the trauma she experienced to her head when she fell, she had brain hemorrhage, from which she never actually recovered. She was eventually removed from ICU and from there was placed in a nursing home. She remained in the nursing until her death. From the time Mom was placed in the assisted living facility she cried to go home. We were told that most probably she was crying to go to her childhood home, as is the case for most Alzheimer's patients. But one day Dad went and got Mom out of the facility and drove her around. In fact, he drove her to the home they had shared for several years. Mom did not respond, had no reaction that she recognized that she was at her home. So sad since she had cried so many times to go home. It was a rather strange circumstance when, on November 19, 2009, we had put into place all the necessary arrangements to in fact take her home one last time. Although we knew she most probably wouldn't know that she was home, I think we thought it would give us some degree of peace. On the night of November 18th, I stayed at the nursing home with her. Although difficult, I was trying to sleep in a chair that made a small bed beside Mom's bed. I would wake up every now and then, check on Mom, go to the bathroom, and then settle back down in the small bed and try to sleep. Evidently I did go to sleep at some point as I was awaken by a couple of nurses who were telling me they needed to turn Mom and I would need to leave the room. I left the room and was standing in the hall when one of the nurses came running out and down the hall. In a few seconds later she came back carry some linens. She went back into the room and was in there for several minutes before she came back out and told me my dear, sweet mom had passed away. The thought of Mom dying wasn't a problem for me as I knew where she had gone. Oh, I knew I was going to miss her a lot. But, her passing meant that in that moment she was made whole and was out of any kind of pain or distress she was experiencing here on earth. What was a problem, and continues to be to some extent, is the fact that she left without me being there, holding her hand when she drew her last breath. I was asleep and not there when she needed me the most. Well, Mom didn't get to go back home and that was disappointing for us. But, she died peacefully where she was. She went in her sleep just like she always wanted to do. Today is a day that we have all lived each year that we have been alive. Unfortunately, it will also be the date that many people will never live again. As a matter of fact, and I don't think it will be, it could be my last August 28th. Furthermore, it could be your last August 28th. Who knows when we will draw our last breath? But one thing is for sure, there is a date that has our name written on it. A date unknown to us, but a date for which we are steadily moving toward. A date we get closer to day after day after day. Until the next time... Becky  I got up this morning feeling somewhat depressed. I then realized the passing of one of our country's most respected and admired leaders probably had a lot to do with how I was feeling. I got me a cup of coffee and sat down at the computer and clicked on Facebook. Much to my surprise I found one of Facebook's friendship anniversary announcements that I had been friends with Karen Shultz for whatever number of years. That made me even more depressed because my sweet Karen, aka Barney, will have been dead for four years in October. So, it was a rather sad day until I started remembering Barney and all the wonderful times we had together. Therefore, this blog post is about those good memories. Barney grew up in a little community called Claxton, just outside Clinton, Tennessee. Clinton is just a county over from Knox County. I didn't know Barney as she was growing up as I was growing up too, but in another part of the state. "Barn" went to the local schools and graduated from high school in 1970. I honestly don't know at what point she started working at the Methodist Medical Center in Oak Ridge, Tennessee, but I am pretty sure it was early on after graduation. In any event, she began working there in the administrative offices and was employed there for many, many years. She loved the work and her outgoing personally was perfect for interaction with patients. While she was working for the hospital in Oak Ridge, I started working for the Tennessee Department of Correction in Knoxville. I was one foster home counselor who covered a catchment area of 17 counties. Yep, it was a lot of work but I enjoyed it. However, I became friends with one of the probation officers in the office, Kay Bettis, and we decided to move into an apartment together. We hadn't lived in the apartment long before we met Terri Allen and Gwen Childress. They were our neighbors and we became friends fast. In an effort to make a long story short, Terri and Gwen had a high school friend who visited them often. Her name was, of course, Barney, and Kay and I became friends with her as well. Needless to say the five of us, plus a couple other girls, started doing everything together. When we weren't at work, we were together having a ball. Again, to make a long story short, after several years of friendship Barney and I moved into an apartment together in Oak Ridge. At that time I was director of a delinquent girls' group home and it was only logical to move to the big city! Of course I was thrilled with the opportunity to live with Barney as she was so much fun and I knew she would make a wonderful roommate, and she did. Life with Barney was one big thrill after another. She was always making me laugh. But, more importantly she was always there when I needed her. One specific time of need was when I became deathly ill and had to have emergency surgery. I was not established as a patient with a doctor at that time so Barney took it upon herself and got me an appointment that day with one of the surgeons at the hospital. Had it not been from her getting that appointment, I could have died from a very painful abscess that was infecting my entire body. I guess the one thing that stands out in my mind above all the things that Barney and I did while we lived together was our cruise to the Bahamas. Now, this was back in the late 1970's, so it has been a while. But the cruise was marvelous. However, getting ready to go on the cruise was a hoot! Barney drove an orange VW. Yep, the old VW bugs with the engine in the trunk of the car. And, of course, it was a sick shift. When we decided to take her car we knew that Barney was going to have to teach me how to drive the thing. What she didn't know was that I was basically unteachable. My dad had tried to teach me to drive a VW when I was in college, but I never got the hang of it. And, the same held true with when Barney tried. We would go out and get on a low traffic road and she would put me behind the wheel. Needless to say, we would bump, bump, bump our way down the road. Never did get that thing running smoothly. When it came time to go on our trip Barney felt I was ready for the big road and would be able to help her drive. The trip down to Miami was not bad. We took our time and Barney didn't have to be relieved of driving. The trip back was another story. We were getting close to Atlanta and Barney kept telling me how tired she was and that I was going to have to take over driving. I kept trying to put her off, but the time came that Barney just couldn't stand it any longer. Here we are on one of the busiest interstates in downtown Atlanta at rush hour. She pulls over to the side of the road, gets out, and makes me drive. All I can do is throw up my hands and hope for the best. What happened? Bump, bump, bump....stop. Bump, bump, bump...stop. No I could not get the car to travel more than a few yards at a time until it would stop. And, there are hundreds of cars flying pass us. I was scared. Barney was mad. It was a mess. So, poor old Barn got back out of the car and drove us home. I don't think she talked to me for several days afterward. Yep, the ride back home was a night mare. But, the cruise was fantastic and after she got over being mad at me we both agreed that it was all worth it. Let me quickly add, however, that I did eventually learn to drive a straight shift and did so for many years! Barney was my maid of honor at my wedding. At that point in our lives we were just like sisters and her place was right up there with me. She was a beautiful maid of honor and was so happy for me. I will never forget our trip to the church that day on July 30th, 1983. Dad drove a van with Mom in the passenger's seat. Barney and I were in the back and being nervous, anxious, and acting crazy like we always did. Now, you need to know that I was 32 and Barn was 31, so we were grown women. But, when "Going To The Chapel And We Are Going To Get Married" came on the radio, we bellowed that song out to the top of our lungs. We sang and sang like we were 16 years old. What a sweet memory! Barney didn't go on my honeymoon with me, but I would have not objected if she had. She always made whatever the occasion was a blast. However, she stayed home and me and my husband did the honeymoon thing. Unfortunately, during the time we were gone Barney's apartment, we weren't living together at that point, burnt to the ground. She lost everything she owned and her precious cat, Rico, passed away. Barney was rightly devastated and it took her a little while to get a new apartment and to begin getting her life back together. But, through it all she never lost her sense of humor. She was a trooper in every sense of the word. There are so many more stories I could tell about Barney. But, reliving these as I have written them has made a warm spot in my heart. We had a special friendship and I will always remember her. The last time I saw Barney was the night of her birthday on September 17th the year she passed away on October 4th. She has just had surgery and was in residential rehab. Me and Cathy Morton, another really good friend, and I took a surprise birthday party to her. One of her brothers and his wife was there. We all had a great time and Barney was so happy to see us. Little did I know that that would be the last time I would see her here on earth. One of the things that I haven't mentioned about Barney is that she loved Jesus, even more so in her final years. She was a better person than me as she went to church every Sunday and sang in the choir. She even went on overseas trips with the choir. So, I know that when she passed she went straight to heaven, and that gives me peace. I know that I will get to be with her again one day. Well, that's my Barney. Miss her so very, very much. One of the best friends I ever had.  I am a blessed woman. I am a very blessed woman. I have been blessed all my life. Oh, my life hasn't been perfect, but it sure has been blessed. When I think of the blessings I have experienced in life I can list the big ones without any problem. The first one that pops into my mind occurred when I was a young child. I was very ill and had an allergic reaction to medication. I had to be rushed to the hospital where I nearly died. However, the Lord spared my life and I am here, nearly 67 years later, to tell you about it. A couple or three years after my swipe with death, I accepted Jesus as my Savior and was saved. That was, and continues to be, the greatest blessing of all. Through my acceptance of Jesus I am promised eternal life. Now, don't get me wrong. I have done plenty of sinning in my life. I have not been the Christian I should and could be. I pray daily that God will forgive me of all my sins, which is a boat load. And, He has promised that if I ask in His name He will forgive me. I feel His forgiveness and what a blessing that is to know. Another huge blessing that I experienced is that God sent a wonderful guidance counselor into my life when I was a senior in high school. Had it not been for her, I would never have gone to college, gotten a degree, and then worked for nearly 32 years with juvenile delinquents. I know my work with young people at risk was my calling. And, it is actually amazing how God worked in my life throughout my career. I consider my marriage of nearly 25 years a major blessing. Yes, it ended in divorce and even through that I saw God blessing me. But my marriage gave me the opportunity to experience true human love. I would have hated to have lived and died and never experience such a strong and compelling emotion. I guess the last "big" blessing from God occurred recently. As a matter of fact this happened just a few weeks ago. It has taken me a little while to realize what a wonderful blessing it was, but with a little time I see things more clearly. My dad and stepmother's air conditioning went on the blink. This was during a time of extreme heat here in Knoxville and there was no way they could stay in their home. They are in their mid to late 80's and therefore a more dire situation than it might have been if they were younger. It is a long story as far as the repair of the air conditioner, but they ended up spending 13 days/nights with me. Yes it was, and they will tell you this, 13 long and stress filled days/nights. The three of us, and my two baby dogs, co-existed in my two bedroom condo during that time. And, to be honest, it is not something I would like to do again any time soon, but I would if I had to. That being said, we survived and did so without anyone dying or getting seriously injured!!!! Now you might ask what in the world could I have found one blessing, let alone several blessings, from that most stressful two weeks period of my life. Well, I got to spend time with two people I love more than anything. I got to spend daily living time, not just passing time. We did everything together for two weeks that is routine for a family, but not so much at our ages and at this point in our lives. God blessed me with that time, I have no doubt. As is so routine for God, He is able to take that which might not be so pleasant for us humans and make a big, wonderful blessing out of it. As I have said, I have had big blessings all my life. I have also have had, and continue to have, those little daily blessings that I too often take for granted. I am real bad about not remembering my good health. That is a daily blessing that is so easy to forget. My newly pressure washed driveway is a blessing, My getting to sit out on my screened in porch and enjoy nature has been such a blessing this summer. Getting to cuddle with my baby dogs on the couch almost daily blesses me so much. Getting to see and visit with my special friends and family members from time to time blesses me greatly. I could go on and on. Yes, I am a blessed woman and have no doubt that will never change. Until I take my last breath, God will continue to bless my life. For that, I am so very thankful. I found the following poem that expresses so much concerning blessings and how they come to us sometimes in the most unexpected ways. It spoke to my heart and I hope it speaks to yours. Until next time...Becky "Blessings"
by Laura Story We pray for blessings, we pray for peace Comfort for family, protection while we sleep We pray for healing, for prosperity We pray for Your mighty hand to ease our suffering And all the while, You hear each spoken need Yet love us way too much to give us lesser things 'Cause what if your blessings come through rain drops What if Your healing comes through tears What if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You're near What if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise We pray for wisdom, Your voice to hear We cry in anger when we cannot feel You near We doubt your goodness, we doubt your love As if every promise from Your word is not enough And all the while, You hear each desperate plea And long that we'd have faith to believe 'Cause what if your blessings come through rain drops What if Your healing comes through tears What if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You're near What if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise When friends betray us When darkness seems to win We know that pain reminds this heart That this is not, This is not our home It's not our home 'Cause what if your blessings come through rain drops What if Your healing comes through tears What if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You're near What if my greatest disappointments or the aching of this life Is the revealing of a greater thirst this world can't satisfy What if trials of this life The rain, the storms, the hardest nights Are your mercies in disguise  I don't know if he is an urbanite or a city boy, but he is an excellent example of one of the things that is a mess with sports today. Ohio State’s investigation into the allegations against Urban Meyer and what exactly he knew about his assistant coach, Zach Smith's, domestic violence case is over. Reportedly the school’s investigation ended on Sunday with officials set to meet and discuss the findings with the Ohio State board of trustees this week. Also, there are reportedly some strong indications that Meyer will be allowed to remain at Ohio State and even only receive "time served", referring to his current suspension status.
Of course at issue is whether or not Coach, and I used the word loosely, Meyers did in fact know of the domestic violence and subsequently turned his back and continued to allow assistant coach Smith to remain on Meyer's staff. Now, let me be clear, he was not a NFL coach involved with millionaire adult players day in and day out. Smith was coaching easily influenced young men in college who should rightly deserve excellent role models as their coaches. Needless to say, Smith's behavior tags him as a violent criminal, not someone who could effectively and responsibly lead young lives as a shining example of one who can manage their own behavior. All of this leads us to Coach Meyer's ability to continue to effectively coach young football players, both on and off the football field if, in fact, he is allowed to remain the head coach at Ohio State. Furthermore, if he is merely given a less than a slap on the wrist punishment for his neglect in taking appropriate action against Smith, what it says about the administration of Ohio State University is a mouth full! In essence they are telling their faculty, and the world, that you can be an involved in a criminal cover up and not expect consequences as the educators of our youth! I love college football and am looking forward to watching game after game this football season. But, how can we in good faith ever watch a game again that is coached by Urban Meyer? Even if we are not pulling for Ohio State, how can we legitimize Meyer's continued coaching career by watching what he does on the field when his off the field responsibilities have been so immensely neglected? Maybe Ohio state will do what we all know is the right thing and fire Urban Meyers. I doubt it though. They seem to feel a football team led by a winning coach, or that is his current status, is far more important that morals, responsibility, role modeling, and consequences. It will be a sad day in sports, period, if he is allowed to remain. Until next time...Becky
Now, you are reading the blog of one person very scared of alligators! I am so afraid of them that as I drive closer and closer to the shores of Florida beaches I keep an eye out for one on the interstate. If one jumped out on the road, don't laugh they may jump, According to Wikipedia, alligators have been observed to rise up and balance on their hind legs and semi-step forward as part of a forward or upward lunge. I know! That makes me cringe!!!!
Have you ever been to an alligator farm? Believe it or not I have!!! In an effort to deal with my fear of alligators, I visited one with my husband years ago. I am here to tell you that was the most stinking and ugly gross place I have ever been. Those slimy creators were all over the place and all over each other. They were slinging mud here and there. The owners of the place were feeding them raw meat of some king, big pieces that they would chomp at the eat in one bite. So gross! Needless to say, I didn't spend a great deal of time at the farm. I guess they had shows which displayed tricks they do at any attraction like that, but I didn't stay around to see them. Of course I am not stupid enough to think they could be trained to jump through hoops or something like that. But, I am sure there is some trick they could be taught. If not, how does an alligator farm stay in business. Surely not because people are dying (no pun intended) to see them. My late/ex husband told me he used to hunt alligators when he lived in Florida. Now, Jim was known for doing some outlandish things sometimes, but hunting alligators was the most stupid thing he ever did in his life. Of course, he may have been telling me an "alligator story", chuckling all the while behind my back. That would have fit his personality that I loved as well. I have watched, with hesitation, people on television catching alligators. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Why? I don't get it. Furthermore, what good are they? Oh, I think some people actually eat their meat, but not me. No sir, I don't want any part of them broiled, baked, or fried! I guess if God had a purpose in creating them and Noah had a reason to ensure a couple were on the ark, it was for food. However, again according to Wikipedia, "alligators are raised commercially for their meat and their skin, which when tanned is used for the manufacture of luggage, handbags, shoes, and belts and other leather items. Alligators also provide economic benefits through the ecotourism industry. Visitors may take swamp tours, in which alligators are a feature. Their most important economic benefit to humans may be the control of coypu, a rodent, and muskrats. " So, an alligator is an alligator, is an alligator. As far as I am concerned they are not worth much of anything! My prayers for the woman's family who lost her life to an alligator attack. What a terrible way to go!  There are only 16 more days left until it is "Football Time in Tennessee"!!!! I am so excited I can hardly stand it. Can't wait to see what the team looks like and how Jeremy Pruitt is going to impact the football program.
Although I lack a lot of technical knowledge of the game, I am a football fan. I even bought "Football for Dummies" and have tried to educated myself more. I do know, enough about the game to be a football fan for life. I LOVE college football. My only problem with it is that the season seems too short. It seems they only get to playing good when it is time for bowl games. On the other hand, maybe it is the shortness of the season that makes it so very special when it is here. Of course my college team of choice is the Tennessee Volunteers...GBO!!! I absolutely love to watch the team run through the power "T" and get the show on the road, so to speak. I am including the following link to the Tennessee Vols 2018 Football Schedule for your convenience. Just click on the blue words and you will be taken there. Now I am also a big pro football fan. I know, I know. The controversy about the National Athem is a big issue and so it should be. I also know many people are declining to watch pro football out of protest. Maybe I should be one of those people, but I'm not. I just enjoy it too much to do that. So, I guess I overlook it and try not to deal with it as it messes with my mind. A convenient way out, isn't it?. But, I am a fan and will be watching it. Now I do not know which pro team is my team of choice this year. I was a Colt or Denver fan, depending on the year and where Peyton Manning was playing. Then, he up and retired. I switched to the Dallas Cowboys at that time to pull for another old time Vol favorite, Jason Witten. Now he is retired so I do not know where I am going to funnel my support. I want to be a Titan fan, but to be honest I just hate to lose. But, maybe with Mike Vrabel as the new head coach things will improve. Other than the Titans, I guess I will stick with the Cowboys, but not really sure what their future holds either. Oh well, it is almost here, "Football Time In Tennessee". Now I can be happy. keep calm, and sing Rocky Top!!!! Until the next time...Becky  It was in the news in 1977, forty one years ago. Elvis Presley passed away and the nation mourned.
I remember that day as if it was yesterday. I was at work when I heard about the passing of Elvis. But, I had a big date that night and was excited more about that then upset over the loss of a legend. I guess I was born a decade too late to have been a real Elvis Presley fan. Oh, he was okay but I never really got into his music. However, millions of Americans did and some are still grieving to this day. I will agree that he died way too young, but he sure did make a major impact on the world while he lived. It was in the news yesterday that Aretha Franklin's death was imminent. I haven't heard it reported yet that she has in fact passed. Miracles do happen. However, it would seem that the Queen of Soul's presence in this life is nearing its end. This photo was reportedly taken of her two days ago and she does look frail. But, whatever happens she has also made the world sit up and take notice with her successful singing career spanning several decades. Whether her death comes today, tomorrow, or waits a while, she will be grieved by millions as well, as it should be. At 76 she is not nearly as young as Elvis was when he passed. But I feel as though she too will be leaving us too soon. Elvis and Aretha are just two examples of American musical icon whose lives have played special roles in the courtship of many couples. Many of those couples are close to celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary. What? Can that be so? Even the likes of singers such as John Denver, whose songs are special to me due to a couple of boyfriends, impacted relationships of ours in our teen and early twenty years. John would be 75 years old today if he had lived. I could go on and on with names like Johnny Cash, who would have been 86, and Glen Campbell, who would have been 82, as musical icons for us baby boomers. For so many years they have made our hearts beat and our loves true blue. What would we have done without them? But here's to musical icons of our era that are still around. Neil Diamond, Linda Ronstadt, Diana Ross, Billy Joel, and Rod Stewart, just to name a few, were all a major part of my youth and I still love them today. And, I can't forget the singing groups, now can I? The Beatles, Rolling Stones, Abba, ELO, Aerosmith, and Eagles were group icons in their own right. Wow, just recalling these legends gives me chills. While musical legends have played a significant role in our nearly 70 year old lives, they along with us are getting old. Linda Ronstadt and Neil Diamond have Parkinson's disease. I am sure the others have their own aching body parts and health issues as well. Yep, we are losing them one by one. Sad to say but it is true. Here's to our baby boomer musical icons. They have made our lives so much more fun and romantic. Even at my age they still make me swoon. Most of all, they help me to remember. Perhaps that is their most important gift of all to us! Until the next time...Becky  Welcome to my new home on the world wide internet!!!! I am so happy to be here. As a writer, I am excited about the opportunities of expression this blog offers to me. I hope that you will enjoy reading it as much as I know I will enjoy writing it!
For my first entry, I would like to tell you what you can expect from me as the writer of this blog. I would also like to give you an idea of the types of things I will be writing about. 1) As the writer of this blog, you can expect me to be open and honest about my feelings concerning a specific subject or opinion. I may elect to not share my feelings at all, but when I do I will not lie and feed you a bunch of craziness. 2) I will do my very best to ensure any information I share with you is true. However, as a disclaimer, there is a lot of misinformation floating around in cyberspace and various media. Therefore, I will do my best to run checks on anything that claims to be current news. Whether it is through scopes.com or another resource, I will check it out. But, I am not perfect so please forgive me if I goof up. 3) While I want my blog to be a fun place to visit the majority of the time, please know that I will delve into some serious subjects from time to time. I don't like Debbie Downers, so writing about how the world is so terrible it is coming to an end is not my cup of tea. I want to inspire, not depress you. 4) My material for writing will most probably come from one of several places. The first is the news. Who can resist writing about things in the news? I am not necessarily talking about politics. I want to share and comment on good news that makes you feel good and/or gives you food for thought. Secondly, my writing material will be based on my real life experiences. I may write about my time I spent as the Manager of Treatment at a hardware secure one day and then my life as a preacher's daughter the next. Yes, the subject matter will probably change from day to day, but hopefully that will make life on my blog interesting. 5) I will not write using foul language and will, in fact, use good and proper English. I may, when wanting to put emphasis on a particular issue or opinion, use a colloquialism. But, it will be the exception instead of the rule. 6) Finally, I want you to feel good as the result of having been here. I want you to want to come back and read me often. So, I will do my best to whet your interest through my words regardless of what the subject matter may be. Okay, I've done it. I have made my first blog entry. I have had fun sharing with you what you can expect from me. I will not be following a schedule for writing. I may write two or three times a day or it may be once a week. If I followed a schedule that would be too much like work for me. I am retired and anything that seems to resemble work does not excited me! I will be sharing when I make a blog entry on Facebook. So, if you are one of my Facebook friends, you will be notified. However, if you aren't a Facebook friend, I am sorry but you will just have to check back often for any new blog entries. I have researched notification programs and they are far too complicated and technical for me to fool with. Until next time...Becky |
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