packing

here it is September and our original plan was to move next September, HA, then it was moved to June, HA, then it was moved to May, HA, now it is April. I have started to pack up some of the non essential items and now it seems real. I was unhappy at first at the thought of leaving Alaska, but now that the girls up here have accepted and even have pushed us to leave earlier than September it seems real and I am now getting excited about going back to Nevada. My first choice had always been Carson City, but my best friend, partner, confidance, husband of 50 years did not want to move back to Carson, so it was three choices, 1, San Diego, 2, Carson City, 3, Alaska. We both decided on Alaska, it was a move we had to make, we brought up Catherine and Sarah and they have settled in and have really put down their roots, I don't think they will ever pull up their roots, they have thrived and are successful here. If we had not made the move to Alaska they would still be down in Las Vegas. So you see, destiny, fate, or what ever you want to call it, brought us here. Now after 4 years it is time for us to move on and see where our destiny will take us this time.

On The Move Again

I guess we are just gyspys at heart, we are going to be on the move again, we have decided to return to Nevada but in the Northern part, ie. Carson City or Dayton NV. We are starting our planning and gathering our boxes and we will start packing away all items not needed for day to day living. We are going to take a lot down with us next June when we go for our granddaughter's graduation and when we return to Alaska at the end of June, we hope to have the house on the market and the rest of our items packed and try to be out of here by September of 2010. We have not told the girls up here in Alaska yet, but it will come out soon, I just had to post my thoughts for now just to put it out there. We love Alaska but Alaska does not love us, I will miss my girls here and it will be sad to leave. Delbert had a very bad auto accident last March and with the weather turning cold it is really starting to bother his chest a lot and he is not one to feel pain so when he complains about his chest and putting medicine on it I know in my heart that we have to leave here. It makes me very sad and right now I am sitting here with tears in my eyes, but it will be for the best. We want to be able to spend time with his parents, they are up in their 80's and my Dad who will be 93 this coming January. We want to be able to use our motorhome to travel in the winter to the warmer parts of the country, ie. Arizona, California, we want to have the family dinners, family functions, movies, book stores, libraries. We want to enjoy life and not just exist.

My Name is Rose

My Name is Rose...........

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and
challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood
up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.

I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me
with a smile that lit up her entire being.
She said, 'Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old.
Can I give you a hug?'
I laughed and enthusiastically responded, 'Of course you may!' and she
gave me a giant squeeze.
'Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?' I asked.
She jokingly replied, 'I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married,
and have a couple of kids...'
'No seriously,' I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to
be taking on this challenge at her age.
'I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting
one!' she told me.
After class we walked to the student union building and shared a
chocolate milkshake.
We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we
would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized
listening to this 'time machine' as she shared her wisdom and
experience with me..
Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily
made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled
in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was
living it up.
At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football
banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and
stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech,
she dropped her three by five cards on the floor.
Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and
simply said, 'I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and
this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so
let me just tell you what I know.'
As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, ' We do not stop
playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing.
There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and
achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day.. You've
got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.
We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know
it!
There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up.
If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and
don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am
eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do
anything I will turn eighty-eight.

Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The
idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no
regrets.

The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for
things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with
regrets.'

She concluded her speech by courageously singing 'The Rose.'

She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our
daily lives At the year's end Rose finished the college degree she
had begun all those years ago.

One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.

Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to
the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to
be all you can possibly be.

When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice
to your friends and family, they'll really enjoy it!

These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.

REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL. We make
a Living by what we get. We make a Life by what we give.

Whispers
The man whispered, "God, speak to me" and a meadowlark sang.

But, the man did not hear.

So the man yelled, "God, speak to me" and the thunder rolled across the sky.

But, the man did not listen.

The man looked around and said, "God let me see you." And a star shined brightly.

But the man did not see.
And, the man shouted, "God show me a miracle." And, a life was born.

But, the man did not notice. So, the man cried out in despair, "Touch me God, and let me know you are here."
Whereupon, God reached down and touched the man. But, the man brushed the butterfly away .

and walked on.
I found this to be a great reminder that God is always around us in the little and simple things that we take for granted ... even in our electronic age.
So I would like to add one more:
The man cried, "God, I need your help!" And an e-mail arrived reaching out with good news and encouragement.

But, the man deleted it and continued crying .
Don't miss out on a blessing because it isn't packaged the way that you expect.

My instructions were to send this to people that I wanted God to bless and I picked you.

Have A Happy Day!

Here is something Every American should know. Until I
read this, I didn't know, but I checked it out
and it's true:
We in the United throats and usually
tears in our eyes.





But, do you know the story behind the song? If
not, I think you will be interested to find out
about its humble beginnings.
be was




During the night, Captain Ellicombe heard the moans of
a soldier who lay severely wounded on the field.
Not knowing if it was a Union
or Confederate soldier, the Captain
decided to risk his life and bring the stricken
man back for medical attention. Crawling on his
stomach through the gunfire, the Captain reached
the stricken soldier and began pulling him
toward his encampment.



When the Captain finally reached his own lines, he
discovered it was actually a Confederate
soldier, but the soldier was dead.



The Captain lit a lantern and suddenly caught his
breath and went numb with shock. In the
dim light, he saw the face of the soldier. It
was his own son. The boy had been studying music
in the South when the war broke out.
Without telling his father, the boy
enlisted in the Confederate Army.



The following morning, heartbroken, the father asked
permission of his superiors to give his son a
full military burial, despite his enemy status.
His request was only partially granted.



The Captain had asked if he could have a group of
Army band members play a funeral dirge for his
son at the funeral.



The request was turned down since the soldier was a
Confederate.
nly one msician.



The Captain chose a bugler. He asked the
bugler to play a series of musical notes he had
found on a piece of paper in the pocket of the
dead youth's uniform.
This wish was granted.
The haunting melody, we now know as 'Taps' used at military funerals was born.
The words are:

Day is done.
Gone the sun.
From the lakes
From the hills.
From the sky.
All is well.
Safely rest.
God is nigh.

Fading light.
Dims the sight..
And a star.
Gems the sky.
Gleaming bright.
From afar.
Drawing nigh.
Falls the night.

Thanks and praise.
For our days.
Neath the sun.
Neath the stars.
Neath the sky.
As we go.
This we know.
God is nigh.

. I al nI now have an even deeper respect for the song than I did before.
.


Also
Remember Those Who Have Served And Returned; and
for those presently serving, in the Armed
Forces.

Midnight sun

last night I was sitting in the living room not paying attention to the time, you see, right now we do not need lights on in the house or outside lights. We are up to 19 hours of daylight and that can really play tricks on your mind. I went outside and I took some pictures of what it looked like around midnight. If you look at the top of the trees you will see the sunset lighting up the trees and turning them golden. Every night when I go to bed I thank God for bringing us to his beautiful country and letting us enjoy all the beauty around us and we have so much to be thankful for and we have so many blessings, I could never tell our Father in Heaven thank you.

I just wanted to share with you all what I saw last night.

Get a Grip on Insulin's Ups and Downs

Get a Grip on Insulin's Ups and Downs
One of the endocrine system's most important hormones is insulin, which plays a critical role in how your body uses food. When you eat, your digestive system breaks food down into glucose, and the glucose circulates in your bloodstream (where it's often referred to as blood sugar). In response to the rise in glucose after a meal, the pancreas releases surges of insulin, whose job is to clean the glucose from the blood. Insulin directs some of the glucose to the body's cells, which use it for energy. Some of the glucose is diverted to the liver, where it's converted into glycogen (stored glucose) for later use by the muscles. Insulin then helps turn any leftover glucose into fatty acids and stores them in fat cells, where they can be tapped later for fuel.
Problems arise when your body starts creating too much insulin, which can happen for several reasons. One of the most common is that you ate too many highly processed, refined carbs, such as white bread or pasta. Such carbs increase blood sugar dramatically, requiring a rush of insulin to clear the blood. If your blood sugar surge is really dramatic (as it would be if you ate those refined carbs on an empty stomach), insulin overreacts and works twice as hard to clean the sugar from the blood. This overefficient removal of sugar means that your blood sugar concentration drops, with the result that you feel hungry again and crave (and probably eat) more carbs. That's the postsugar "crash and binge" cycle, the root of sugar addiction. In addition, when your muscles are still fueled from your last snack, the insulin converts those extra calories into fat. And as long as large amounts of insulin remain in the bloodstream, your body won't have a chance to tap into your fat stores for fuel — so you won't burn any fat, either.
This cycle can eventually lead to insulin resistance, a condition in which your body produces insulin but the cells become insensitive to it — as a result, the insulin can't do its job to lower the glucose concentration in the blood. Insulin resistance is a precursor of type 2 diabetes and is common among overweight people. Elevated levels of glucose in your blood is a surefire sign of it.
There is hope for preventing the problem. The key is to maintain low levels of insulin by eating whole foods, pairing carbs with protein, and avoiding highly processed carbs. When your insulin-release mechanism works the right way, it helps keep your weight in check. When it's not working, you're in trouble. If you can take control of your insulin's ups and downs, you'll be primed to lose weight and restore your body's hormone power!