Archive | September 2013

Showing Support and Other Thoughts

Two thoughts for writing popped in my head, since they were short, I thought I’d combine them.

I guess when you have a cold your brain gets a bit addlepated and thoughts go off in all sorts of directions. (while I’m writing this – thoughts are still going willy-nilly)

Last year, two friends both dealt with breast cancer – at the same time. I will change the names and states to protect their privacy. One friend, Sunshine lives in Maine (far from Michigan – not exactly close by). My other friend, Moonbeam lives in Oklahoma (another not so close trip). But I did keep in contact with them and send them fun/silly things while they were fighting cancer and chemo. For Sunshine, we bought her a Rastafarian wig – it’s something completely different than a scarf. Besides, Sunshine has the personality to pull off wearing that wig. She sent us a picture of her wearing it – she looked great. For Moonbeam, I sent her funny cards and brownies (for when she could actually eat).

celebrate-lifeThe truly wonderful thing – they both had fantastic support systems! It’s wonderful having friends, family, neighbors, colleagues, other chemo patients, etc. find ways to help. Both of these women are incredibly brave. One even had to deal with post surgery allergies.

I’m happy to say that Sunshine has sent pictures (sans wig). She’s looking marvelous and I love the short hair style. Moonbeam’s hair has all kinds of tight curls – she’s looking marvelous as well. Both ladies have (more or less) returned to their previous life-style, but with some limitations, but they are alive have celebrated 1 year being cancer-free!

Now for the other thought that popped in to my head. Someone had posted a challenge on Facebook: in 10 seconds give a word starting with the letter A and ending with the letter E. I instantly came up with two, totally unrelated words – in this order: apple and arse. Yep, trying to figure out the apple-butt thing; not quite sure how that is supposed to work.

One more thing, my husband is now cancer-free for two years now, and I’m incredibly happy with that!!!

National-Breast-Cancer-Awareness-MonthTomorrow (October 1, 2013) starts Breast Cancer Awareness Month – don’t forget, women are not the only ones who get breast cancer – yes, men can too. But because this is a picture my husband appreciates – and it’s fun – think positive thoughts, pray science finds a cure for ALL cancers.

Well Slap Me Silly and Call Me Shirley

Somebody’s trying to tell me something, I’ve just got to figure out how to listen!

I’ve been writing a variety of things over the past few years and sometimes I wonder: is anyone actually reading this???? I’ve apparently gotten thru to some. I was asked to write (and edit) for an e-magazine: It’s All About Yes, written by women entrepreneurs with the goal of helping (thru our experiences) other women entrepreneurs. Now I’m writing for Small Biz Forward an e-magazine sponsored by Business Success Unlimited. This magazine is geared to all “super busy entrepreneurs with their everyday needs” and this magazine also appears in a printed version.

im publishedBut here’s where I get a bit crazy. The publishers of both of these magazines enjoy my writing – or they wouldn’t have asked me to contribute. Right? (Yes, sometimes I feel like Steve Martin in The Jerk: My name’s in print!)

I am a member of three different facebook groups and they actually like when I post a Word of the Day (today’s – 9/23/13 – was flair). I had been told that it was missed, why did I stop posting that?

Really???

I have this blog with followers, thank you to my followers (this happily surprises me), but I don’t get much in the way of comments – even on the posts asking for comments. On my facebook fan page I post from articles I’ve written and called Tid Bits of Help for: various Microsoft Office programs and as new research is shared, I check on it and share on my page. OK, so sometimes it takes one to two weeks to get all of the information shared – just snippets at a time. On my fan page I even have Fun Fridays – posting funnies to share and ask everyone to share anything they think is fun and will produce a chuckle for someone.

But lately I had been feeling that perhaps I just wasn’t all that interesting. People have more important things to do than to read what I’ve written. Then something wonderful happened. On one of the group pages I was given a glowing testimonial from the group host:

“I would like to acknowledge the consistent and meaningful contributions of Liz LaClair who has been sharing excellent words… that can boost our understanding of our most important medium of communication – LANGUAGE.”

“Vocabulary is what defines us. It also broadens our perspective and our understanding of the world. Good use of Vocabulary (backed up by proper use of Grammar) can influence others… and even create impact. I would suggest that we all try to use the Word for the day… to improve our own vocabularies… and in turn it will make Liz feel good that the work she has been tirelessly doing… is being appreciated.”

Today a potential new client said that even if I wasn’t interested in what she needs help with “At least this gives me the opportunity to tell you how much I enjoy your newsletters and your blog.”

So, indeed someone is trying to tell me something. I’m going for the: don’t sell myself short interpretation. Also, Thank You for reading my blog, I hope you find something interesting, or hits home.

I’m Chronologically How Old????

Dang, people’s kids are making me old!!!!

A friend of mine’s first child is going into the SIXTH GRADE. I worked with Jennifer while she was pregnant with her daughter and wondered how anyone could be sooooooooo sick during a pregnancy.

My Grand-Neighborette (GN) started PRE-SCHOOL today. I knew her Mom was pregnant before she would admit it. (Don’t ask me how I knew, I just did)

Nat-Bee 1Yesterday I walked over to visit my GN and her Mommy. I had to check out her hair cut – well OK, it was just a trim. After a couple a few minutes she ran to her room and came out with a gift for me. Simply saying “here Grand-Neighbor, this is for you.” It was that little bumblebee in the picture. I told her that I would put it on the frame on my desk that has her picture.

Over the years I have occasionally given her things from my heart (aside from her birthday) that I thought were important/great for her to have. Before her Christening I gave her the rosary my Great-Uncle brought from Jerusalem for my Christening (it’s made of rough pearls). When she was a few months old she was intrigued by the ceiling fan, so I bought a “gauzy” butterfly with beads hanging from it. (Still in her room) Recently, since she’ll be starting dance lessons, I bought her a ballerina. She took it to her room to hang on a hook by her bed. That night when Daddy got home she told him where to move the hook.

Her Mommy – like a few parents I know – calls her “my little monster.” Well, GN does have a definite way about her and like most small children has no problem speaking her mind. I hope she keeps that, it could be a challenge for her in life, but honesty is a good quality. And GN is very sweet when she sees my husband and/or me and comes running up to give us a hug. Is it because she knows she’ll be scooped up and tickled/spun around? No, not completely.

So, when did this age thing happen? I mean really, when did I become of an age I could be a grand mother??? I sure don’t feel I could be that old…well OK my knees do ache, but then since I was a kid I’ve had issues with them, so what do they know?

It doesn’t seem like it’s been 22 years since I was diagnosed with epilepsy – my first seizure. Then again, it really doesn’t seem like it’s only been six years since my last seizure either. Telling people how old I am (chronologically) really doesn’t bother me – no one believes me anyway (I’m 54). But I don’t feel I’m that age, which by the way when I was a kid in school I didn’t think that number was old – honest! Other kids thought it was really old to be 54. I mean some of my classmates panicked about how old we’d be when the new millennium arrived. I mean really, for some of the kids (like me) our grand parents were that old!

To both of those little girls – I wish them a wonderful life and that positive things go their way. Just what is 54 suppose to feel like anyway???