Journey Beyond Survival

Grumpa thanks for teaching me how to spit watermelon seeds. And for fighting in the Pacific in World War II. Thank you for your service. I hope someone kisses you today on that endearing bald spot on your forehead for me. Grandpa, I'm sorry that your service was so hard for you. I wish we had known somehow about your bravery. We couldn't possibly have thought more highly of you, but somehow it seems more balanced to me. You should have been honored in your life for your Purple Heart. We miss you. Thank you for your service. Hubbend and miss THANG: be careful driving back to us. We miss you! And NO TEXTING. If I text you, it's because you've led me to believe you've stopped. By texting me! Be good. Be active. Choose Fruit.

So. Moderation. This is going to be harder than I thought. I'm officially off sweets again. At least for a week or so to get myself under control. I didn't crash. I just let it swerve a little. Scared me to death. I know for sure that I have a huge problem if I swear off sweets forever. I know for sure that I have a huge problem eating just a little bit too. I already know I can't live with eating all-I-can-eat sweets, that's why we're here in cyberspace together. Definition of a conundrum, that's what that is. I'm on 'vacation', which means I'm visiting Southern Relatives on a Holiday. There is candy everywhere. Not to mention lunch dessert, snack dessert and dinner dessert. At least we're not the kind of family that deep fries candy bars. There is that. I've kept up on my miles. But today I was hoping to get out and walk just to freshen up my mind and forget about candy for an hour. But TOM cramps-shut up Jack Sh*t this is ...

Hey! Happy Easter Sunday to you. What are you doing here? Get back to family. You don't? You could do what I'm doing today. My Church family . Or, here are my favorite inspirational moments inspired by my Church. The Value of Daughters of God Shortcuts to Blessings What the heck is a Mormon? Aside from someone who says "heck" a Mormon has horns on their head, and has a bajillion wives. Or, you could find out what I really believe here What the Heck . It could be a good thing to do on Sunday. AND Easter. But, it's no skin off my nose. Really. Tell me about what you believe! Or, tell me about your family. I love to hear about you all! *photo by Nedieth*

I have many memories of Easter Hunts. My dad would hide our baskets. Everything was in the house because I lived in a northern clime. So, they would line up the candies on the mantle, window ledges, doorway woodwork, you get the picture. But, we had to bypass these treats to find our baskets first. A couple of times the combination of Mom + Dad = disaster. We had an old house with heat vents that were seriously 1' x 1'. Dad put mine down the vent once. Then he and mom decided they were cold and forgot about my basket. I couldn't find my basket, so by the time my slobbery eyes were wiped clean and Dad fished out my basket everything was melted. Boo-Hoo. At least we divided the candy equally. Then played 'store' for hours trading for the things we loved. It was pretty much a gorge fest. My mother tried half-heartedly to limit our intake. Grandma didn't help. This year, I will watch the serving sizes. I won't eat more than my 'fair share'. I...