tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314830862024-10-08T18:54:36.661-07:00Life Is A JourneyEnjoy Every Minute!KRShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998845235497458816noreply@blogger.comBlogger136125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31483086.post-3556938332631831732012-04-13T16:36:00.000-07:002012-04-13T16:37:13.934-07:00Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing at all.
Make It Count from Casey Neistat on Vimeo.KRShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998845235497458816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31483086.post-69764030775947132352012-03-06T06:27:00.001-08:002012-03-06T06:29:11.120-08:00I'm 50 PLUS 3.
So okay, I can't lift my leg quite this high...but in my mind I do.
Age is just a number, and I will always be a kid at heart.KRShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998845235497458816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31483086.post-35375212541323242312012-02-14T06:57:00.000-08:002012-03-14T09:58:17.645-07:00Every day is Valentine's.
Something strange happened yesterday.
My husband yelled to me from the other room, "Kathy, come here and bring your camera with you."
I thought he wanted me to take a picture of something out the back window. He has done that before. He has left new fallen snow un-shoveled and un-plowed because he thought it was beautiful and knew I would want to get a few pictures of it in crisp morning KRShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998845235497458816noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31483086.post-64672961030154177992011-12-24T10:23:00.000-08:002011-12-24T10:23:00.226-08:00Happy happy. Joy joy!
"Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childish days;
that can recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth"
- Charles Dickens, 1836
Wishing you a happy Christmas and joyful New Year.
May 2012 mean you never miss the opportunity to make snow angels,
jump in puddles and skip along the flowers.
May the only KRShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998845235497458816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31483086.post-19496438355839220502011-12-17T15:28:00.000-08:002011-12-17T15:28:41.361-08:00Today we visit Norway.Last Walk Around Mirror Lake - Boom Bip (Boards of Canada Remix) from FroschYankee on Vimeo.
NOT on my bucket list. And NO it will NEVER be. I will have to see Mirror Lake from the tourist locations. Thank you very much.KRShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998845235497458816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31483086.post-85820522280064370492011-12-10T22:00:00.000-08:002011-12-10T22:00:01.604-08:00The college grad.
"Don’t ask what the world needs.
Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it.
Because what the world needs is people who have come alive."--Howard Thurman
Go set the world on fire Gussie! I am so proud to be your mother!
KRShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998845235497458816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31483086.post-70508051202520109942011-12-03T10:03:00.000-08:002011-12-17T16:18:35.529-08:00What makes a family?KRShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998845235497458816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31483086.post-60484657143088421582011-12-01T10:06:00.001-08:002011-12-17T16:18:05.343-08:00Put this on your list Gussie!dagdraumar from Allan Wilson on Vimeo.KRShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998845235497458816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31483086.post-67215470866645010942011-11-25T14:04:00.000-08:002011-11-29T14:29:11.605-08:00Lessons from my sweet sister.
“I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today,
life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.
I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.
I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents,
you'll miss KRShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998845235497458816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31483086.post-37527802171268350432011-11-21T14:28:00.000-08:002011-11-28T12:46:27.190-08:00Forgiveness.
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Part 5 of 12 in a series.
JAMES.
The fourth child in the Routley clan was my father, Jim.
Initially, I thought finding one word to define what he taught me was going to be difficult, since all of who he was is a part of all I have become. But, it really only took me a moment to know the word, because it is the one word I've always shared with my own children. BELIEVE.
Believe in whoKRShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998845235497458816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31483086.post-83250363992460409012011-10-11T00:01:00.000-07:002011-10-19T15:29:20.018-07:00Strength.
(part 4 of 12 series)
MARY.
Even before the events of this past summer, I had already picked the word "strength" to describe my Aunt Mary. And after watching her struggles over these past months, it is THE word that truly defines who she is to me. It isn't the physical definition, but the internal one: mental power and moral courage. Strength is what she has taught me about living.
As a KRShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998845235497458816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31483086.post-61077932059373028902011-09-26T05:50:00.000-07:002011-11-05T05:52:17.310-07:00Fifi - Day 10
The third time was the charm. After peeing all over everything twice, her majesty finally slept through Grandma's picture taking session. Already she rules our kingdom.KRShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998845235497458816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31483086.post-52114501852198285752011-09-18T05:56:00.000-07:002011-11-05T06:06:42.605-07:00Life Changing
And just like that, changes come screaming into our life.
After the 20 year old in me got done screaming "I am too young to be a grandma", the maternal instincts kicked in and all I could think was "look at the most beautiful baby in the world".
In this single moment our lives have changed, our next generation has arrived and life as we know it will never be the same.
KRShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998845235497458816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31483086.post-56229139137363970122011-09-14T13:35:00.000-07:002011-09-14T13:37:37.456-07:00Stunt Poetry
Stunt Poetry from Rishi Kaneria on Vimeo.
Maybe more like Zen-Stunt Poetry. Breathe deep, take off, then float. Repeat. Love it.KRShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998845235497458816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31483086.post-46123385672200007182011-08-18T14:55:00.000-07:002011-08-18T15:02:59.130-07:00Girl Power
“It was we, the people; not we, the white male citizens;
nor yet we, the male citizens, but we, the whole people, who formed the
Union … Men, their rights and nothing more; women, their rights and
nothing less.” – Susan B. Anthony.
Today marks the 91st anniversary of
the ratification of the 19th amendment, which granted women the right to
vote. Today, I never take this rightKRShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998845235497458816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31483086.post-40342905611352994562011-08-08T03:26:00.000-07:002011-08-08T08:27:47.497-07:00"MOVE"ING.
MOVE from Rick Mereki on Vimeo.
1 of a series of 3 short films.
One of my longings is to see more of this wonderful world we live in. This film "moves" me, I oohh and aahh at the beautiful videography. Enjoy 11 countries in 1 minute.
KRShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998845235497458816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31483086.post-57833050130550676162011-08-06T10:48:00.000-07:002011-08-06T10:48:56.493-07:00Live your dream, share your passion.
Thank you to my friend Lauren Weber for sharing this on Facebook. I don't know her source for the original art, but I thank the creative person for the image. What a wonderful reminder. Lauren's positive attitude and mommy experiences can be found at: www.mrswebersneighborhood.com
KRShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998845235497458816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31483086.post-22427025307789380342011-08-03T00:49:00.000-07:002011-08-03T08:52:25.087-07:00Spiritual Emptiness
The Paradox of our Age.
We have bigger houses, but smaller families;
more conveniences, but less time.
We have more degrees, but less sense;
more knowledge, but less judgements;
more experts, but more problems;
more medicines, but less healthiness.
We've been all the way to the moon and back,
but have trouble crossing the street
to meet the new neighbor.
We build more KRShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998845235497458816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31483086.post-57808840191447705682011-07-04T03:50:00.000-07:002011-07-05T04:32:31.260-07:00Fly Your Freak Flag
"Turn away from evil and do good; seek peace and pursue it." Psalm 34:14 My internal hippie loves this silo. It represents to me what the 4th of July stands for. While our founding farmers didn't have tractors, I think this still falls under their ideals of the "pursuit of happiness".
Hippies and their liberal cousins have fallen under criticism and mockery for more than 40 years. But KRShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998845235497458816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31483086.post-45885022561323838952011-05-26T16:20:00.000-07:002011-05-26T16:20:02.357-07:00Destiny.
If she gets elected, then I really will believe in the Mayan calendar.READ MORE.KRShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998845235497458816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31483086.post-11519807405118521732011-05-15T09:26:00.000-07:002011-08-30T15:38:27.574-07:00Spring 2011.
"In the cherry blossom's shade there's no such thing as a stranger." - Issa
Cherries and pear blossoms finally greeted us this weekend! Tomatoes are planted and baby robins are leaving their nests. There is nothing more energizing that a new spring. Full of hope and new life.
KRShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998845235497458816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31483086.post-86282267581886964572011-05-05T05:49:00.000-07:002011-08-30T15:37:48.659-07:00At last. The color green.
It has been a long winter. Welcome spring sunsets and green lawns.
If spring came but once a century instead of once a year, or burst forth with the sound of an earthquake and not in silence, what wonder and expectation there would be in all the hearts to behold the miraculous change.- Henry Wadsworth LongfellowKRShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998845235497458816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31483086.post-64377803159068138972011-05-04T19:37:00.000-07:002011-08-30T15:37:21.976-07:00Morning Visitor.
On our rare, sunny mornings so far this spring, this beautiful little dove has greeted me from a warm spot on the northeast corner of our porch railing. I sit peacefully and greet him back.
“And there my little doves did sit
With feathers softly brown
And glittering eyes that showed their right
To general Nature's deep delight.”
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningKRShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998845235497458816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31483086.post-480202985742323092011-04-12T18:53:00.000-07:002011-10-19T15:29:41.586-07:00Humor.
(part 3 of 12 series)
BESS.
I always envied my Aunt Bess's down to earth, unassuming nature. She still is that way. But the thing I remember most about her is her quick wit, and sense of humor. She could find something funny in about everything, and about everyone - including hereself. It was never mean, but always spot on. Her one-liners were not meant to judge, but more a gentle KRShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998845235497458816noreply@blogger.com0