Sunday, January 25, 2015

Linda's Letters

Saturday, July 16, 2011

The voice message from Linda's sister Diane said, "We're here safe and sound! And it's AWESOME!" That was when they were on vacation in Williamsburg, Virginia and had a fabulous time.

Linda wanted to slap her sister silly for her stupid cheery message.

The Koehlers' friends, Brian and Michelle came back from a cruise to Bermuda and raved about their trip and said they'd go back in a heartbeat.

Linda was sorry to hear they did not get seasick.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Driving leisurely down a beautiful country road that leads to my house, I was deep in thought about my daughter who is currently going through a difficult time.

If you are a parent, you'll know what I mean when I say ... when your child hurts, you hurt.

Add a lot of frustration on to that, because no matter what you do, you can't wave a magic wand and make it all better.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Don't get me wrong. I miss my dad every day of my life. But Father's Day is a tough one. A picture of him taken on his last Father's Day with us, sits in my living room. His ever-present smile beams back at me and my heart smiles in response.

Isn't it funny how I know there were scowls and frowns when I said something or did something wrong, but for the life of me, I don't remember them? I only remember his blue eyes twinkling mischievously as he told a joke, the way he pinched my 50-year-old cheek like I was three years old and how he seemed to really enjoy life.

Monday, June 13, 2011

This week marks the end of a long journey for many of our high school youths as they don cap and gown to walk down aisles to the stirring strains of "Pomp and Circumstance" at their high school graduations.

I can't help but hum and sing the song, "We'll Have These Moments to Remember" and take a walk down memory lane back to my own high school days.

First kiss? Felt like an octopus's tentacle's suction cup. Wasn't so eager for the second one.

First F? Chemistry class. Mr. Costenbader saying, "Maybe you should take the watered-down Mickey Mouse Physics class."

Monday, June 6, 2011

We had a simply fabulous Memorial Day weekend, didn't we?

Harry and I spent two back-breaking days working in the yard, planting shrubs and flowers and getting the pool ready.

I got poison.

I'm stiff in places I didn't even know existed.

My back is aching.

I got bug bites where no person should get bug bites.

But boy, does our yard look beautiful!

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Well, I'm not in heaven. The sun rose and set on May 21, 2011 with no visible signs of the Rapture, as Harold Camping predicted.

Now he's saying that May 21 was just a spiritual judging by the Lord and that five months from now, Oct. 21, 2011 will be the Rapture and the end of the world.

I'm not a great scholar of the Bible, but from everything that I have read, the end of the world will come in God's time, known only to God, and not any date set by man. So I never gave old Harold's prediction a second thought.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

On "Good Morning America" this morning, my jaw dropped when it featured an 8-year-old girl who competes in beauty pageants and gets Botox injected in her face because she has wrinkles.


At 8 years old I was very involved in becoming the best tomboy I could be and trying to perfect my Jacks game. I probably didn't even know what a wrinkle was!

Saturday, April 23, 2011

I remember when the movie, "The Passion of the Christ" was released in 2004. The Mel Gibson-directed-film was the most talked about movie at the time. It covers the last 12 hours of Jesus' life, based largely on the New Testament Gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.

As a Christian, I debated with myself whether or not to go see it. From what I had heard, it was very emotional and very explicit in portraying the brutality Jesus suffered during his last hours before his death.

I chose not to see it.

Our church held a viewing of the movie last Sunday afternoon.

Monday, April 11, 2011

It hits the wall with a "thunk." I locate its position. I watch as it creeps along. I sigh. I pick up a tissue and approach it gingerly. The last thing I want to do is crush it. Because if I do, I'm going to regret it. The stink bug didn't get its name because it smells like apple pie baking in the oven.

If you're like me, you are spotting this creepy bug more and more recently. We're seeing one about every couple of days in our house.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Let's talk food.

Normally, it's my favorite topic to talk about.

Not this week.

I got zapped with a gastrointestinal infection. I haven't eaten anything but crackers, chicken broth soups and Jell-O for a week.

I've been chugging Gatorade like a Pittsburgh Steeler line defenseman on an August 100-degree practice day in Heinz Field. (Doctor's orders. You would never find this God-awful sweet-tasting stuff near my lips otherwise! Ugggghhhhh!)