This Is Us

Let me introduce you to Grandmas Getting Healthy.  Yet another blog along my journey.

But for today I give you this update.

I could write a book, and I still want to, but blog posts seem to be my journal of choice these days.

These days! Is it really March 1, 2017?

As you may or may not know, I love stories. Especially love stories.

So even though we're almost a month out past Valentine's day, and I still had a Merry Christmas header, Mark and I just finished up a spur of the moment trip to Disney World, hence the new header and 2017 title.

I think I fell in love all over again, with him and the mouse.

For a few winter months,we are blessed to be able to spend time in Florida. {Changing from "I" to "we" here for a bit}.

It's easy to lose focus on "we." The expectations run high and lofty at the beginning of marriage. We remember seeing our kids finding their soulmates and always wanting to spend time together. We prayed they would learn to make the choices involved in staying together.

Time happens. It's inevitable. The careers and children come along. Most of the time, "young married" life is spent in divide and conquer. Then the children begin to leave, the careers end, and roles get reversed. The business of parenting, making money, grandparenting, making and taking care of homes and relationships, makes it easy to land in the status quo of a marriage. Or worse, the living of separate lives. Together yet apart.

Sad to say, we landed there a time or two. Time to rethink, restore, and renew.. Of course, there are other people and relationships involved and their input is always welcome, but at the end of the day ... it's just us, working at making decisions for team Mark and Julee. We're basically, in the 3rd quarter of the game and it's time to start leaving it all out on the floor. Sometimes you just gotta shut up, dance, and lead by example.

We recently finished up a 4 day team convention at the Melia Hotel Celebration and Walt Disney World.  And speaking of, if one doesn't take their chill pills before entering, the happiest-place-on-earth can be just another day-at-the-office stress on everyone.

We  literally wanted to offer a parenting class on the monorail, an eating healthy seminar at Pecos Bills Cafe, and practical schooling of some college spring breakers on smiling and making good fashion choices.

All in all, we enjoyed every minute from the architecture to the animals, the resorts to the resting benches, and watching it all thru our rose colored bifocals. We can't wait to go back, but with kids and grandkids! 2019 or bust.  Do or do not, there is no try ~ Yoda

See you real soon.


Christmas Letter

Yesterday, I sent out some Christmas cards which stated our Christmas letter was posted here.

 I better get to writing a Christmas letter.

Christmas Past: It's all in the archives, {still in the process of moving everything} but I've linked last year's video ... and had these morbid thoughts.

2015 video 

... what if eBlogger goes down?  I still have my iWeb app where all the archives are stored but not available except by me. But pretty sure eBlogger is only accessible by internet.

Maybe it's better that way.

Maybe I shoulda kept a written journal.

Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda

Christmas Present:

The kids are doing great, and we still really like them, but dang it, if being a grandparent is not one of the best jobs ever, I don't know what is.

I'm retiring from the wedding photography business.
Mark retired from UPS 8 years ago.

Retiring is one thing, slowing down is completely another.

And that brings us to Christmas Future.

Here, I could vow again to keep this blog updated, read thru the bible in a year, or hint at some big changes coming down the pike.

I could invite y'all to come visit Remington, Bradenton, and/or Muskegon {sleeps 33}

I could promise another year end video by 1.1.17.

I could mend fences and paint the barn.

I could show you my tub full of books I'm fixin' to read on my snowbird porch.

I could do all of the above, and I may, but Christmas Future will be Christmas Past, next year, and the fact remains; coulda, woulda, shoulda.

Have yourself some merry and bright holidays and remember, Jesus is the reason for every season.

God bless you.

Christmas letter circa 2009:

I’m not sure where or how I’ll spend the majority of my time next year.  Michigan or Indiana?  Selling or renting? A retro camper at the edge of Monument Valley, or dorm parents in Kenya?  Sitting on my Art Van sectional tapping out stories, or backpacking through Europe?  Sharing the VW and viewfinders while telling wedding day stories? Fundraising for a struggling mission in the slums of Nairobi or starting a small town ministry for fragile families? A farmer’s market or photo editing? Always documenting in word and pictures, to be sure, but no worries because truly, home is where my heart is. I’m excited for what is around the corner, whether it be all of the above or something entirely different. 

I like to name stuff.  I name houses, years, weddings, vacations, and so I’ve officially named the 2010 journal, “The Novel” not only because I hope to finish one, but mainly because I hope to write more, read more, give more, worship more, see more, live more, pray more, be more.  There, I’ve said it.

I’ve been LAX here. (the journal, not the airport) Whether it’s through a chat by the fire or on a facebook pop-up window, I hope to stay more connected to you.  I need you. You need me.  And so we continue.  Continue to live one day at a time.  Sometimes, by the hour.  Trying to find happiness in the moment.

Where is the joy in your life?  And by ‘your’, I mean ‘my’.  Are you happy? Am I happy? Can there be peace in your heart in a troubled world?  

In 2009 I’ve learned two biggies and hope, in 2010, to practice the third.
Happiness cannot be 24/7 because then you wouldn’t feel the joy when it does arrive.
True peace and joy will almost always come on the far side of sacrifices, sorrows, trials, disappointments, and lost opportunities.
Generosity is giving up my “It’s all about me attitude.”  It’s being lavishly wasteful on others with my time, my talent, and my money.  Real generosity is not giving ‘till it hurts,  it’s giving until it’s gone.

At the end of today and everyday, this is my hope; “Remarkably, slowly, and surely my selfish heart will become amazingly transformed by my ridiculous giving.”



I'm embarrassed to say that this is mostly my "stuff" in the above picture, so I'm not judging anyone here. "Stuff" can kill ya. At the very least, it can strangle and leave you gasping for breath.

I've started following a blog called "Becoming Minimalist" and that is what I'm fixin' to do.

I am not a fan of clutter, never have been.  But my minimalist friend said something that will be my new motto for 2017; "don't just declutter, deown."

Listen to me when I say, "stuff" costs way more than what you paid for it.

I've already taken down one household, so I am qualified to take down some more.

After all, you can't take it with you.

Stay tuned, and keep an eye out for eBay, Craig's, and Airbnb listings, a household auction bill, a barn sale sign, trailer for sale or rent, and a rustic venue realtor may or may not be involved. 

It's time.  

We're movin' on up.