Get Happy Happy………

Get happy happy
Things in this life are not worth the stress
Get happy happy
Answers to your problem will appear
Get happy happy
You want to maintain that dignity and self respect
You work hard in life to survive
Do not get discouraged
Believe
Take it slow
Get help if you need it
That is what it is there for
Family, friends, clergy,professionals…
They all wait for your call
Get happy happy
You are not alone
Keep your faith
If you do not have one,
what are you waiting for
Seek and you shall find.

Believe in Yourself;

Luisa Doraz

Question for you…..

How would you feel having your adult family members all living…in separate households…on about 20 acres of the same land you live on?

Will this pumpkin EVER die????????

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If you had a chance to look at my crazy videos, you will remember my garden. In that garden, I grew lots of things. Pumpkins were a big hit! So, for Halloween….. I put out my pumpkins. The problem is…ONE of the PUMPKINS still LIVES!!! It will not die! I mean, look at it…It looks “normal.” Does anyone know why this pumpkin still lives??? I do not have the heart to throw it away, like the others….who did die in peace!!!!! UGH!

Be Positive , Why Don’t Ya???????

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I started thinking about the Sun today. The Sun works 24/7, and do we really appreciate it? We just take for granted that the Sun will shine and heat us all up and take care of all of us. We are lucky the Sun can not go on vacation or on strike! I love the Sun. It provides us with essentail vitamins. It allows our plants in our gardens to grow. It allows us to see the beauty of nature. The list is endless. So, next time you get up in the morning and see the Sun shining into your window, don’t get mad…..SMILE. If it weren’t for the Sun, we would not be here!

Believe in Yourself;

Luisa Doraz

Don’t Stress…..Smell those Roses!

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Yes, this is going to be one of those articles that tells you to ” stop and smell the roses!” My dad was always telling me this, every chance he had. He died suddenly at 57. So, guess what I do? I actually stop and smell those roses in life! Sometimes they smell really, really good. Sometimes they stink! I have learned that they always do smell great, it just depends on me and how I am feeling emotionally that day.So, I have made an effort to always have those roses smelling great. I have made the effort to see life in a positive way. I have made the effort to smile when I would rather be frowning. I have made the effort to move foward instead of dwelling in the past. I have made the effort to always see the positive in people, even though I have concluded that some people don’t have anything positive to offer! (Ha Ha0 I have made the effort to be thankful every morning that I wake up. I have made the effort to be nice, even though I would rather hit someone every so often! ( Ha Ha) In other words, I have made the effort to be thankful in life for what I do have and not worry about what I don’t have….yet! I live. I breathe. I cheer. I conquer! I am going to shut up now!

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Be careful what you do A man walked into work on Monday with two black eyes. His boss asked what happened.

The man said, “I was sitting behind a big woman at church. When we stood up to sing hymns, I noticed that her dress was caught in her crack, so I pulled it out. She turned around and punched me square in the eye.”

“Where did you get the other shiner?” the boss asked.

“Well,” the man said, “I figured she didn’t want it out, so I pushed it back in..”

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Believe in Yourself;

Luisa Doraz

AAADD…..No, it has nothing to do with AA or AAA….

Recently, I was diagnosed with A.A.A.D.D. What is it, you ask?I will tell you!

Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder.

This is how it manifests:

I decide to water my garden.

As I turn on the hose in the driveway,

I look over at my car and decide it needs washing.

As I start toward the garage, I notice mail on the porch table that I brought up from the mail box earlier.

I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car.

I lay my car keys on the table, put the junk mail in the garbage can under the table, and notice that the can is full.

So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out the garbage first.

But then I think, since I’m going to be near the mailbox when I take out the garbage anyway, I may as well pay the bills first.

I take my check book off the table, and see that there is only one check left. My extra checks are in my desk in the study, so I go inside the house to my desk where I find the can of Pepsi I’d been drinking.

I’m going to look for my checks, but first I need to push the Pepsi aside so that I don’t accidentally knock it over.

The Pepsi is getting warm, and I decide to put it in the

refrigerator to keep it cold.

As I head toward the kitchen with the Pepsi, a vase of flowers on the counter catches my eye–they need water.

I put the Pepsi on the counter and discover my reading glasses that I’ve been searching for all morning.

I decide I better put them back on my desk, but first I’m going to water the flowers.

I set the glasses back down on the counter, fill a container with water and suddenly spot the TV remote. Someone left it on the kitchen table.

I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV, I’ll be looking for the remote, but I won’t remember that it’s on the kitchen table, so I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs, but first I’ll water the flowers.

I pour some water in the flowers, but quite a bit of it spills on the floor. So, I set the remote back on the table, get some towels and wipe up the
spill.

Then, I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do.

At the end of the day:

The car isn’t washed

The bills aren’t paid

There is a warm can of Pepsi sitting on the counter

The flowers don’t have enough water,

There is still only 1 check in my check book,

I can’t find the remote,

I can’t find my glasses,
and I don’t remember what I did with the car keys.

Then, when I try to figure out why nothing got done today,

I’m really baffled because I know I was busy all day long,
and I’m really tired.
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Blog Inspiration…….

This story was inspired by an article Luisa wrote on her blog. It brought back memories. The story is mostly true, only the author knows for sure. ; ) Let me know what you think.
Kristi

When I was growing up my family always planted a garden. Even when we lived in the middle of Fresno. When we moved to Visalia my maternal Grandmother passed away and Papa came to live with us. My Dad and Papa were very close. Papa was like a mentor toward my Dad. I remember we planted a really big garden that year.
Planting day was always a big deal. A family project to plant tomatoes, squash( zucchini, yellow crookneck, coyote ) carrots, honeydew and cantaloupe melons, leaf lettuce and chard, okra, cucumbers, onions (green, red and yellow), peppers, and of course beans and black-eyed peas.
The beans and peas were always my special item to plant. I would soak them over night in water to give them a head start. Sometimes my mom would plant a row too. My plants always grew better and had more beans on them tho. My Papa said it was because my Granny’s green thumb had skipped a generation. My Mom said it was because I talked to my plants more then hers.
My Dad, Papa and I were the ones to water and weed the garden. The men would stand, arm propped on a hoe waiting for the water in the ditch to reach them. If needed, they’d be ready to dam a gopher hole or shore up the ditch walls. I would pluck a few green beans and pass them out to munch on. Or pull a carrot from the warm earth wash it with the water hose and Umm..Umm… nothing better! I remember Papa commenting that there was nothing like watching your garden grow.
I would always have to mark a tomato as mine so it wouldn’t get picked too soon. Every body picked the tomatoes too early IMO. Dad said that if you waited too long the bugs or birds would get them. I say let the birds and bugs have a bite, they know when a tomato is at it’s best! They don’t eat that much anyway.
Papa was only with us for about a year before passing on. Mom said he missed Granny too much to stay on earth any longer. That was the first time I saw my Daddy cry.
Years later when I stopped at his house on summer evenings, Dad would be out in the garden. Sometimes sitting, sometimes leaning with one arm propped up on the hoe watering. If I asked ‘Whats up?’ He would answer ‘Nothing, just watching the garden grow.

Thank you Kristi for sharing your great story!