My dog is getting pretty old, so I have been looking for inspiration for scrapping her photos.

A dog’s best friend is his human.
Please Mom, Can we Keep him? This one was pretty funny to me. When my brother and I were kids, we found a stray beagle pup that someone had dropped off. We went “here doggy, here doggy” all the way home and then told our mom that it followed us home, and asked to keep him. He was a member of our family for about ten years.
Acquiring a dog may be the only opportunity a human ever has to choose a relative. (Mordecai Siegal)
Dogs are not our whole lives, but they make our lives whole. (Roger Caras)


Wedding Titles

I am going to redo our wedding photos. They are 25 years old and very yellow.  So, I have been looking for titles and quotes for wedding albums. Here are a few I have found so far.

If music be the food of love, play on

I promise to love you forever

The kiss

Our wedding

The reception

Today we walk hand in hand towards tomorrow


The wedding kiss

The groom’s family

The bride’s family


A few good men

eternal love



The bouquet

The cake

Always and forever

The dress

The rings

Millions and millions of years would still not give me half enough time to describe that tiny instant of all eternity when you put your arms around me and I put my arms around you. (Jacques Prévert)

I have found the one my soul loves

The absolute yearning of one human body for another particular body and its indifference to substitutes is one of life’s major mysteries. (Iris Murdoch)

Commitment looks toward a future that cannot be seen, and promises to be there.

Don’t go for looks; they can deceive.
Don’t go for wealth; even that fades away.
Go for someone who makes you smile
It takes only a smile to make a dark day bright.
Find the one that makes your heart smile.

Immature love says: “I love you because I need you.” Mature love says: “I need you because I love you.” (Erich Fromm)

When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible. (from When Harry Met Sally)

All I Ever Need is You

In This Life I Was Loved By You

There’s just something about you I love

# To Know Him Is to Love Him

You Had Me From Hello

You Beat Any Dream I’ve Ever Had

# The best thing to hold onto in this world is each other.
# Compromise: An amiable arrangement between husband and wife whereby they agree to let her have her own way.)
# The concept of two people living together for 25 years without a serious dispute suggests a lack of spirit only to be admired in sheep. (A.P. Herbert)

# Don’t marry the person you think you can live with; marry only the individual you think you can’t live without. (Dr. James C. Dobson)

More marriages might survive if the partners realized that sometimes the better comes after the worse. (Ann Landers)

What counts in making a happy marriage is not so much how compatible you are, but how you deal with incompatibility. (George Levinger)

Marriage Means Being in Love for the Rest of Your Life

(Chris Ardis)

Marriage is love walking hand in hand together. It’s laughing with each other about silly little things, and learning to discuss big things with care and tenderness. In marriage, love is trusting each other when you’re apart. It’s getting over disappointments and hurts, knowing that these are present in all relationships. It is the realization that there is no one else in this world that you’d rather be with than the one you’re married to. It’s thinking of new things to do together; it’s growing old together.
Marriage is being in love for the rest of your life.


Woman was created from the rib of man.
She was not made from his head to top him,
Nor made out of his feet, to be trampled on,
But out of his side to be equal to him;
Under his arm to be protected;
And near his heart to be loved.

A Husband Is…

* the man to whom you gave the best years of your life,
because he made them the best years of your life.
* the person who changes “I” into “we”;
“me” into “us”; and living into loving.
* the only labor saving device you can cuddle
* someone who never feels too old to hold hands
* the man who crosses the maternity ward with a look in his eye that says
“You’re the only one who ever had a baby.”
* the man who made you a family.
* the person who doesn’t know where the glasses are kept after 22 years of marriage.
* a man who stands by you through all the troubles you wouldn’t have had if you had stayed single!
* someone who wakes you when the baby is crying.
* someone who, when you’ve just read a sloppy novel and are asking yourself, “Where has all the romance gone in my life?”, puts his arm around you and asks “Where did you put my screwdriver?”
* someone who has no idea how much time you spend doing housework –
and hopefully he will never find out!
* someone who hangs around hungrily when a meal is cooking –
then disappears when it’s served.

We Have Lived and Loved Together

(Charles Jeffreys)

We have lived and loved together
Through many changing years;
We have shared each other’s gladness
And wept each other’s tears;

I have known ne’er a sorrow
That was long unsoothed by thee;
For thy smiles can make a summer
Where darkness else would be.

Like the leaves that fall around us
In autumn’s fading hours,
When the cloud of sorrow looms
And sadness on us showers;

And though many such we’ve known, love,
Too prone, alas, to range,
We both can speak of one love
Which time can never change.

We have lived and loved together
Through many changing years;
We have shared each other’s gladness
And wept each other’s tears.

And let us hope the future
As the past has been will be:
I will share with thee my sorrows,
And thou thy joys with me.

My favorite is “You had me at hello.” I fell in love with my husband when I was about 13 years old. I don’t think he knew it for a long time, because I didn’t know it either.  I was 17 before we ever went on a date.
Next to my Dad, my husband is the ideal that I measure every other man against.

Personal Insight

The other day, I suddenly realized just how far back, I had been unable to express anger until it was overwhelming.  My husband and my kids probably have no idea why I am that way.  When you are writing your memoirs, consider writing down what makes you the way you are. Your kids may not love you for it, but they may understand you.
My Mom is a very volatile person. She hits the roof over nothing and everything. She is one of those people who has to be “handled”.  Out in public, she can embarrass me in no time flat.  She knows what is inappropriate, but doesn’t care.

My Dad, on the other hand is a very dignified, mannerly person.  You would never know by his tone of voice or facial expression that anything ruffled him.

I remember my Mom not allowing us to get angry, because when we did, it escalated and prolonged hers.  It was as if she was the only one in our home allowed any drama.

If I got sent to my room for something, usually being a smart ass, if I stomped of closed the door too hard, my Dad would make me go back and return to my room and re-close the door repeatedly until he felt I had walked quietly enough and until my door made no sound whatsoever when I closed it.  He was basically forcing me to show no emotion at all and he was whether purposefully or not, telling me that I had no right to have any feelings concerning how others treated me or what they decided for me.

If I had not been a VERY strong person, imagine what a weak pushover I would be as an adult. I however determined that I WOULD control my destiny and if emotion was a sign of weakness, then I would learn not to show it.  You can stand in my face and tell me to go to hell and I will smile at you and ask you what you will be packing to take on our trip together.

My brother came out with my Mom’s attitude. If he wants to scream, yell, curse and throw things, he will.  He feels entitled to his anger.  The thing is, he’s right.

I have a very interesting family dynamic here, don’t I?

I long to be able to scream and holler and then go on with things. I just can’t shake the need to keep anyone from knowing they made me sweat.


What’s Up With Me

I’m sitting here feeling emotions so strong that I might be overwhelmed by them. I know that I am nowhere near the worst part yet. I can’t face my fears head on and I can’t run fast enough to escape them. I am just going parallel to them for now. I know there is going to be a place down the road where my path and these fears are going to converge.

I am so tired of running this race with death. For the past 6 years, I have had the constant fear of my husband dying, because of his neurological condition. I have been slapped in the face by my own mortality the past few years after my diagnosis of Systemic Lupus Erythmatosis. I think my case is going to be the long drawn out chronic condition, but I know a bad case of some infection could wipe me out. Just when I seemed able to travel along with death for a piece, companionably, my Daddy has been diagnosed with cancer.

He has always been the one who would make things right in my world. When I have run out of options, I can go to him for advice and help. My Dad and Grandpa are/were ministers, so I have relied on them for spiritual guidance as well as the practical kind. I’m gonna be on my own now and I don’t know who I am going to rely on.

I do not know if I am strong enough for a world where my husband or my Dad no longer reside.

I found an old photo of my parents, when they were young and full of promise and did a scrapbook page. You can see it here.


The Meaning Of Life

I have plenty of things to stress over, but sometimes something happens to put things into better, if not perfect perspective. I just found out my Dad has cancer. Scrapbooking is being my therapy for the moment. I did a layout of my parents in 1961. Something about the picture made me think of the beginning of life, rather than the end. If you are interested, here’s a link to it.


Stress Quotes

I found a few quotes on my Get rid of stress quest.

I have tried yoga, but stress is less boring.

Stress is nothing more than a socially acceptable form of mental illness. ~Richard Carlson

Pooh is my favorite so this one is great.

Don’t underestimate the value of Doing Nothing, of just going along, listening to all the things you can’t hear, and not bothering. ~Pooh’s Little Instruction Book, inspired by A.A. Milne

This one seems to be my life.

I try to take one day at a time, but sometimes several days attack me at once. ~Jennifer Yane

Now I know this one suits my life. I cannot bear to be around a very loud, overly boisterous person for long. I am a quiet person. My husband is too. Whether by nurture or nature, our children are sensitive to noise as well. I am talking about people who can be at a party down the street from you and you can hear them at your house. They seem to believe that noise will force people to notice them. But if they were quiet for a few moments wonders might happen.

When Mozart was composing at the end of the eighteenth century, the city of Vienna was so quiet that fire alarms could be given verbally, by a shouting watchman mounted on top of St. Stefan’s Cathedral. In twentieth-century society, the noise level is such that it keeps knocking our bodies out of tune and out of their natural rhythms. This ever-increasing assault of sound upon our ears, minds, and bodies adds to the stress load of civilized beings trying to live in a highly complex environment. ~Steven Halpern

My daughter spent the afternoon with her grandmother one afternoon when she was little. She was very pensive when she came home. When she finally got up the nerve to talk to me, she asked me if her hands were the devils work shop. I was speechless for a few seconds. I told her of course not. My mother-in-law had told her that, because she was reading. I have always believed that if you are comfortable being with yourself, in a quiet environment, you can have all sorts of profound thoughts and it is a good way to commune with your maker. I don’t think he likes it if you don’t give him your undivided attention. I told my daughter that you did not have to be working all the time in order to be a good person. But, in addition to that there are people who work really hard all of the time and are the meanest, low down excuses for human beings as you would ever meet. Work neither makes you good or bad.

A life spent in constant labor is a life wasted, save a man be such a fool as to regard a fulsome obituary notice as ample reward. ~George Jean Nathan


Am I Worried?

I have had an epiphany!!! I figured out why it is so hard for me to talk about what worries me. I somehow subconsciously picked up the notion that worrying was a sin or sorta means you don’t have strong enough of a faith.