Theodore Roosevelt once said, “Nine-tenth’s of wisdom consists of being wise in time.” I have to admit, I’m not really sure where he was going with that thought, but I keep pondering it, so it must have some meaning for me, to brings back certain odd memories.

Right now, to be honest, my mind is cluttered with all of the Holiday cleaning that every Mom and Grandma encounters at each upcoming event, doing my daily chores and to relax breeding sheep while playing Farmville on Facebook. I’m sure that won’t last too much longer, since the game just changed, they set far too many rules for a video game. I’m also trying to box up the last few holiday decorations – while trying to decide what I need for the next. With all the trivial and mundane tasks weighting heavily on my mind, I’m not sure about “being wise in time.”

I know that I’m really far behind on my posts, but I’m sure everyone has enough to do without worrying about what I’ve uncovered or boxed up (sneer). I was hoping to hear that one of you had made a great discovery in your research or remembered some little tidbit about your childhood. News about a new a baby or someone passing. I tell my oldest sister, about once a week, that if I can’t do anything for them or about them, then it’s just gossip. I don’t have time for drama, I live for the facts. I’m only interested in their coming or going, not their comings & goings! If you know what I mean.

To be honest, I’m just back from a short vacation (way to short). I could have used another week or so just to clear my head. Not that that’s any excuse for not posting, just stating a fact. Too much work and not enough play, makes Sheila a very irritable girl.

Taking stock of my life isn’t at the top of my list at this point in time, and I really need to hire a proof reader, as you know, its just me and all the mistakes are mine – off the top of my head. Although, I’d be wise to do so. I only wanted to share a few thoughts after a spammer (or I think she was a spammer) left me a comment, (which I deleted) where she said, “Are you making this up as you go along?” And I said, “Yes!” Then a laughed and rolled my eyes, since my blog is about me and my family and my families history, it’s hard to make it up, and how would she know the difference? So, if you do see a typo, I’m sure you’ll be kind enough to ignore it. Thanks.

I’m just trying to keep the facts, memories and meaning of my life in one place to share with my kids and Grand-kids, so they will know me and those who came before me, when I’m gone and hopefully understand the things that had an impact on my life. If your reading this, you’re doing the same thing.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about my childhood and wanting to share my memories with my Grandkid’s. So when my middle sister Sharon called me, I grilled her for details about our early years. We shared a lot of laughs and different memories, some I won’t share and that’s the way it should be, but here are a few of our memories.

Facts our Childhood

  • Name and briefly describe any pets that you or family kept?

Our dog Tinker (she was a black & white mixed breed – long hair – really pretty) was the mother, we kept Brownie & Blackie out of her first litter.  Mom loved Tinker, she came home from work every night at 2:00 a.m. and would feed that dog a raw potato. Tinker just loved them. She’d sit at the door and wait for mom every night. The night she gave birth to the pups, Dad called Mom at worked after each pup came out. He now had a lot more responsibility. Like 5 kids wasn’t enough. He was goofy, like that.

Brownie was my youngest brother Robert’s dog, he was so fat and his legs were so short, that he had to roll from side to side just to walk. Robert kept a piglet in a stall close to the house and feed them at the same time. Not a good way to raise a dog. Is it any wonder why the dog was so fat.

We also had a large male killer cat, now every time I hear the song, “The Cat Came Back” I think about that cat. Dad had aunt Mary Sue haul it off, it jumped out of their car and beat them back to our house from Kentucky. I wish that was a lie, we still joke about it today.

We also had horses growing up, a Paint named Tony and mare named Dolly – Dolly was amazing. Robert had a little white Shetland Pony named Peaches. She was a biter – so was Tony. Tony was a BITER, he didn’t like being rode, nor did I like riding him, so it worked out. He bit the back of my leg when I was crying to get off and I still have the scar to prove it. Tony would run off every chance he got, he’d go a few farms down and we’d have to go fetch him about once a day. He’s the reason, I don’t ride anymore than I have to today.

  • Describe your favorite toy, if you had one.

I don’t really remember having many toys, neither did Sharon so I’ll have to ask Ralph, he has a much better memory. I’ve seen pictures with me hold dolls, that sort of thing, but I really just liked to color.

  • Note want games you like to play at various stages of your childhood:

Sharon loved to play Chinese Checkers and I loved color – are crayons a toy? LOL I would draw an abstract design on s sheet of paper with a black crayon and color in the sections with different colors. Sharon enjoyed paint by number kits & Operation. We played card games more than anything growing up. Robert couldn’t stand to be beat at cards, he stabbed me in the arm once with the pen, when I won, because I was taking score. He said that I had added wrong. And yes, I still have the scar.

  • Identify any childhood objects that you saved and why?

Sharon only saved Mom’s stuff, like her bible and I have some bed dolls and a teddy bear that was gifted to me when I was 12. I collect more now, than as a child.

  • Name any favorite stories that you read (or were read or told to you).

Sharon remembered reading the books of the bible and getting a certificate for it. I loved, “Br’er Rabbit and Tar Baby!” That was my favorite book growing up. Not sure why, it just was. I should go back and reread it, just to see if I can figure that one out for myself.

  • Name any movies that you particularly remember.

No Time for Sergeants, Bedknobs and Broomsticks, The Apple Dumpling Gang, and The Incredible Mr. Limpet, we’re movies we watched over and over as a kid, but everyone knows that my all time favorite is “It’s a Wonderful Life!” My son-in-law always jokes that I haven’t seen a color movie. If it isn’t black & white I don’t watch it. Not entirely accurate, but old black and white’s had a flair about them, that movies don’t have today.

  • Name any favorite television or radio programs from childhood.

Dark Shadows, American Band Stand, and Edge of Night. (Okay, I was a strange child). My oldest brother Ralph only watched Tom & Jerry and you think I have problems?

  • Note any work you did for money outside your family as you got older, such as a paper route or mowing lawns or babysitting.

Sharon remembers helping mom clean my aunt Mirna’s beauty shop, as payment she got a soda and her hair cut. The only thing I remember about being there were stacks of colored curlers inside each other, that I put back on their racks and there was a dirty magazine/sketch book (drawings) that she had in the back room. Robert & I would sneak and look at the pictures. Sh… don’t tell anyone.

  • Note any hobbies or collections that you pursued.

Sharon like paint by number kits, but we both enjoyed cooking and crocheting. She does neither now. I guess we just enjoyed whatever Mom was doing at the time. I do collect old aprons, rolling pins and old irons though. I’ll explain about those later. Sharon isn’t big on keeping anything, she is a true minimalist; a non-collector.

  • Name any groups you belonged to and what they did (i.e., Brownies, Cub Scouts). I was a Brownie for a short time. That’s why I became a leader as an adult. Sharon was a bit of tom-boy and didn’t like to be involved in extracurricular activities. Not that my mom would have had time to take us, she was always to busy doing mom things; working mostly.
  • Note any memorable trips, or times and occasions you spent away from home.

Sharon went to camp: she only remembers it because we tell her about her trip. For some reason Aunt Jackie didn’t want her to go, but she went anyway – not that her opinion didn’t matter, but Mom had spent a lot of money to get her the things she needed to go, so she was going.

She later saw a letter that someone has, she doesn’t remember whom, that she written while at camp to our mom saying that she lost her shoe. I have the blanket she took with her, our mom used it as a filler inside one of her quilts. It seems like I remember Mom having a list of things that she was required to take to summer camp with her, but who knows?

Sharon also remembers that she went to a big company picnic, way far off, and her friend Cheryl Hise’s (a girl that lived across the street from us at the time) mom called and said that Cheryl had to get home immediately, so they left and hitchhiked all the way back home to Trenton. Two guys picked them up and took them all the way home. She still can’t believe that. They were nice.

Mine was spending the entire summer with Granny Oma Gibson (no she wasn’t my real Granny, but she was my Granny – deal with it). She was a hoot. She listened to old classic country music, like Hank Williams and Johnny Cash, all day long. She lite one cigarette off the last (chain smoker), she drank coffee from daylight til dark (kind of like I do now) except she used liquid diet sweetener in every cup. YUCK!

I think it’s funny that I’m not a fan of country music, but know all the words to all their classic songs. I also remember her teaching me how to make sauerkraut in her garage. We buried it, in the dirt just inside by the walls; sauerkraut and wieners are still my favorite food, I can’t wait for the New Years so we can eat them all day long, its a tradition. My kids never did like them until they got older and embraced the prosperity aspects of the tradition. I also remember letting her cocoa poodle out, and she got hit by car, she lived but it was rough on me, thinking that I let her get hurt. I gave her – little yellow pills – her med’s everyday for a week. A life long lesson learned, at the same time.

  • Describe anything you did musically – play an instrument, sing dance, etc.

Sharon played the recorder – she hated it. She loved listening to the radio and sang in the choir in 7 & 8th grade. We moved so much it was hard to get involved in school programs. I took Show Choir, but I lost my seat. I went from being a high Alto to Contralto in one year, it was sad. I wish I could go back to Cali and tell my teacher something today. I’d give her an ear full. She really hit me where I lived. I think it’s when I lost all respect for teachers. The disdain is a lasting memory for sure. (PS: I still love to sing, southern gospel, but not in public anymore) some whack job specialist thinks I may go deaf. I know he’s wrong, but I did lose the pitch in one ear, just enough to keep me from singing anywhere, but home that is (sigh).

  • Note any honors or distinctions you earned as a child. How were you recognized or awarded?

Sharon only remembers getting a certificate for bringing people to church (it wasn’t too hard since we were related to everyone – 5 cousins on Jackie’s side alone) – (insert deep chuckle here) and getting a reward for reading her bible and memorizing bible verses.

I won the UNICEF collections thingy, but don’t ask me what it was. I can’t really remember anything other than holding the little blue pyramid shaped box, that looked like the world, pasted on it?! It was a very long time ago. I received a few others like Outstanding Achievement in 7th grade- things like that. Which was nothing short of a miracle, since I attended 7 schools in that one school year alone, but enough about me, I don’t want to blow my own horn.


I guess to sum up our childhood, it pretty much revolved around church. We spent most of our time as children playing outside and going to church 3 or more times a week. Much the same way, that I raised mine, when they were younger.

We never ate at a fast food restaurant until our mom married our stepdad Bill, or they may have still been dating at the time – same difference, just saying, never before then. I have to wonder if I was better off before?!

I should also mention that my mother was an avid gardener, canning and freezing – every year – year after year. I’m sure I have at some point, but growing up, I hated gardening; it was a major chore. To this day, I tell people that I’m not a gardener, I just like to play in the dirt.
I refuse to can or freeze unless I have to and the thought of making jelly, almost brings me to fits.

That pretty much sums up my childhood, I’ve lived in Ohio, California, Indiana and Kentucky. Moving is what we did, my dad was a roofer and a OTR truck driver. So I’ve been everywhere man. Now, I take delight in staying home and watching the grass grown. Enjoying talking to family in all those places the old fashioned way, via the telephone. (I don’t Skype – sorry) I stopped writing letters when my handwriting declined. I went to a baby shower last month and my oldest sister actually crossed my name out and wrote it over top my signature. She looked at me and said, “They won’t know Dr. Sheila!” Yes, she is a brat, but I love her.


Wisdom comes for experience… this much I do know.  I know what are sister’s for? I wonder if that makes me wise? Something else to ponder as I rewatch that old movie later, ” No Time for Sargent’s.

Have a great Easter Vacation – be sure watch the movie, “The Robe.” I remember watching that as a kid, while Mom baked her famous Easter Bunny shaped white coconut cake, the cake I swear every single year, that I’m going to bake for my kids, but never do. My daughter-in-law April brought one to dinner last year, with any luck, she’ll do the same this year.  Hint- Hint!

For the cake, you bake 2 round 8 inch white or yellow cakes, cut them like a basketball, turn the two sides up as ears at the top of the uncut round and the middle section at the bottom of the round for a bowtie. Frost it with white icing cover it with coconut and decorate, using black shoestring licorice for whiskers and a pink jelly bean for a nose. Then Outline the bowtie with spice drops or jelly beans. My mom made it look different every year, just for fun. She usually dyed the coconut for inside of the bunny ears with pink food color. She must have known I’d remember that for she was a wise and wonderful Mom… 9/10ths of the time anyway.

Thanks as always and Welcome to the Family,
Sheila Jean Adkins Metcalf

As I sit here today, thinking about all the good things I’ve enjoyed this Holiday Season and eagerly looking forward to the New Year; mulling over the things I wanted to share with my family and friends, I got tickled.

When I went to my “Dashboard” here at the blog and I saw that yesterday more people checked the blog than most of the week. I guess, they were all wondering why I had stopped posting Cookie Exchange Party (*see below) recipes or maybe they just wanted to see if I was too sorry to post anything new? Whatever reason, I do hope the suspense was well worth the wait. I’ll try to toss a few things out there and go back and back post the other recipes. Sorry about that. Maybe just drop a few hints and I’ll get back to you.

The Metcalf Family Christmas Party

The party was held on Monday, December 13, 2010 from 6:30 pm – 8:00 p.m. at the Golden Corral in Franklin, Ohio. My family had a great time. The kids ate like there was no tomorrow, but let’s face it, at a Buffet what else can you do? I’ve decided not to plan the party for next year. If someone else, in the family, wants to plan the party, we’ll be more than happy to attend. No gift exchange, please.


This month, as a family we have been really blessed. Anthony and I got to spend some quality time with our family and friends. A few that we didn’t, strike me as odd, the people we try to avoid all year long; we suddenly feel compelled to visit at the Holiday’s? That’s what the Holidays are for I guess, so that no one is left out.

Last week, Christine and I went to see my cousin, whom somehow manages to avoid everyone all year, maybe not completely on purpose, just keeps to himself. We wanted to take him some cookies, from the *cookie exchange party. We knocked and he yelled, “What do you want?” I had to laugh, it didn’t even faze us, and we just yelled back, “In! We can’t stand out here in the cold, all day. It’s freezing out here!” Most people may have been a little put off by his response, but when it comes to family, you just have to laugh and roll with it.

We didn’t stay long, since we were unannounced and I didn’t think he’d be home this time either, just taking a chance. In our defense, we had been trying to call him for days, with no answer, his phone was messed up, and so Christine and I just stopped by (when I was already late for an appointment in Cincinnati). We sat there and chatted for a few, the phone rang and my hubby reminded me that he was in a major hurry (as usual) and I had forgotten to pick him up. So we jetted out the door, but I told him that we’d be back. So he has been warned and hopefully will great us with a warmer welcome next time. He isn’t feeling his best, so I’ll keep him in my prayers and ask you to do the same. We do love him and wish him all the best this Christmas Season and a very happy and prosperous New Year.

The Cookie Exchange Party

The party was held on Sunday, December 19th, 2010 from 2:30 – 5:30 p.m. in Party Central aka my front garage with 11 women in attendance. Steven asked to come, but somehow that just seemed odd. I guess in hindsight, I should have said, “Come on son, the more the merrier.”

I do love all the Holiday inspired parties, and games that we play like Christmas Bingo and The Nutcracker, seen on MINUTE TO WIN IT, just too much fun. That Mandy won of course, while talking on the phone.

One of my all time favorite parties has to be the Cookie Exchange Party. Where else can you an appetizer buffet, drink spiced cider and sample all those delicious cookies? I also learned that two of my friends Kathy Reamy and Sylvia Hess neither one had seen the classic Christmas movie, “The Christmas Story.” What? How can that be? It’s a movie marathon on Christmas Day. A must see for any family. No I’m not getting paid to plug it, just another one of those beyond belief moments that seemed fitting to mention in this post. Sorry peeps not meant to embarrass you here. I do hope you’ll still come again next year. I may even play the movie.

But as fate would have it, this year’s party didn’t go off without a hitch. Although for one of my parties, it was about par for the course. I feel like Mary Tyler Moore, when Mr. Grant tells her that her parties are the worst and it would be a mistake for her to have it, but of course, she goes ahead and has one anyway and he’s absolutely right; again. Her party is a virtual disaster. She should call me and we’ll compare notes. My husband, Anthony usually gives me the same speech right before each and every party, he’s a brat. Thanks’ Babe for having my back. NOT! This party was to be no exception; most of the invitees claimed to have had the flu and begged off, but for the faithful few that came, we had a great time. The cookies were plentiful and amazing. I can’t wait for next year’s party. I have a million new ideas. I’m going to look online this year for all kinds of red and green footed party plates to add to my collection and new ways to decorate the tables. I want to deck it out in a lot of red and green candles and sequence then surrounded it all with candy canes and Christmas wrapped kisses. Yummy!

PS: In their defense, my entire family and I had that the same flu that week and it really was a serious flu, so all if forgiven. Unless of course you try to use that same excuse next year. Then we’ll have a problem. Get your Flu shots. I know that I’m going to. I don’t ever want to repeat that again. I may even add it to my Cookie Exchange Party invitations for next year.

(It’s a good thing that my family knows when I’m joking – love you guys).

Gingerbread Party

Brandy & Mandy had schemed up a Gingerbread Party with sleep over, which I couldn’t have enjoyed more. Watching all the children create and make large messes in my home (well garage/party central) is always a treat. I try never to complain. All messes are cleaned up soon enough, but the memories will last a lifetime. The grandkids were so much fun this year, with only two calamities to speak of, but no one was hurt or nothing even worth mentioning broke, so it was an absolutely priceless experience. I will make a few notes so that next years party will go off without a hitch, and Tiger will have a softer mattress to sleep on. Poor fella, that couldn’t have been good. The yellow guest room, mattress is like sleeping on a rock. I know, I’ve endured it twice, when work was being done in my bedroom and I wouldn’t wish that on anybody. Please except my deepest apologies and I do hope you will find it on your heart to come back again next year and give it another try.

I wanted to do something totally different this year in the gift department and hopefully it will become a trend. As the Grandparents now, it doesn’t seem to be our jobs to fill up the tree and make everyone’s wishes come true. It’s just to have everyone together in one place and love them as much as possible.

I decided it would best, for me to buy everyone, the exact same gift this year, so that no one could complain they didn’t get the same or as much as, anyone else. Since the sleep-over was originally planned for Christmas Eve, it seemed like the perfect gift; just get each person a pair of pajama’s and house shoes. Then kids were to get a large candy cane and a little red & white sock monkey, but I went to 4 Wal-Mart’s, and could only get seven sock monkey’s. That wouldn’t work, not with 12 Grand’s total – that just wasn’t enough. So I eighty-sixed the monkeys and just bought all the kids Santa hats. I liked it. Plus they looked nice in the pictures.

That was all just going to be, too easy. We ended up having the Gingerbread Party on the 23rd instead of the 24th – I made Christmas Adam jokes, the day before Christmas Eve, is Christmas Adam, oh well, I get the joke. The date was changed which made my perfect gift ideas, a FOLD, in the children’s eyes anyway. Since Allie & Ave were leaving early Christmas Eve morning, Allie, now three years old, ask if they could open their gifts before they went home, and since we had already had the sleepover – no new pj’s, it didn’t make too much sense to them, why they didn’t get toys, or to Anthony either for that matter, since they didn’t all get them at the same time and would have all matched. The girls weren’t thrilled with their gifts. Oh well, I’ll try harder to make it up to them, next year.

Steven brought his girlfriend home with him for the break. We really enjoyed having them both here. Although, the big girls (Mandy, Brandy and Christine), may have sworn off playing Scattergories with Steven ever again. Steven decided that all answers had to be exact; it was like playing a game with Sheldon from the Big Bang Theory. Oh well, their used to it. He bought us a “Balderdash” game to play, and helpfully we’ll get “Minute To Win It,” for next year. The board games just keep mounding around here. I told my oldest sister Shirley we will have to have a game night next month, instead of Girl’s Night Out! Shouldn’t matter that much, we mostly just eat anyway! (Insert a little snicker here).

Ladies Secret Sister Dinner

Our church ladies “Secret Sister Dinner,” was a lot of fun last night. The party was held at the Olive Garden; it had been postponed earlier due to snow and ice. With most of the ladies there, except for Pastor Gary’s wife whom was home sick and Diane Calton, she was working, it was a small crowd, but again, we really had a lot of fun. Those that had participated in the “Secret Sister,” all year gifted and exposed themselves as the culprit that had been secretly gifting their Sister-in-Christ all year; for birthday’s, anniversaries and all Holiday’s; great and small. For those of us that chose not to participate for whatever the reason just brought our exchange gifts in and we played the “White Elephant” game aka Nasty Christmas to receive a small token (w/ $10 limit) of someone’s affection this Holiday Season. I got a lamp Christine had picked out, in which I’m sure she’ll find a way to trade me out of later.

New Year’s Eve Party

New Year’s Eve Party or not to party, that is the question. This year, may be the year I skip the New Year’s Party and just go to bed early. I may be all partied out; if that’s even possible. We’ll see what unfolds. No real plans as of yet. Who knows invite me and I just may show up.

Remembrances, Birthday’s, Anniversaries and Notables

To my friends Mike and Kathy O’Bradovic,
Please except my sincere congratulations on the adoption of your first Granddaughter. I know she will become all the things you’ll imagine her to be. She is a great blessing this Holiday Season; enjoy all the love she will bring to your family, both now and in the future. Best wishes to you and your family.

I also want to wish Matt and Diana Reeves a very hardy congratulations on the birth of their first child, a beautiful new baby girl, they’ve named her Addison Faith Reeves. She is a true gift from God.

To Jeff & Sophia,
Happy Birthday to Jeff and Congratulations are in order for the new Grandbabies in your life. I can’t wait to see them. I do hope you come down soon and show them off.

Happy Birthday this month to Chris’ daughters Cassidy and Chelsea Metcalf.

Happy Birthday to my Grandson Trey aka Alan Edward Whiteside III, Grandpa and Grandma loves you.

Happy Birthday to my brother’s only son, Justin Adkins. You’re a true treasure in our family and we are so fortunate to have you to love.

To my Cousin Sandy’s, daughter Cheyenne Comb’s,
I want to wish you a very happy birthday this Thursday. I hope life treats you kind and you’ll be blessed on your birthday.

As for me and my house, I just want to say,
“Enjoy each and every blessing this Holiday Season
and Welcome to the Family,”
Sheila Jean Adkins Metcalf

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The greatest way to live with honor in this world is to be what we pretend to be. ~ Socrates

What education did your mother receive? Your grandmothers? Great-grandmothers? Note any advanced degrees or special achievements.

My mom graduated from Monroe High School and I had her class ring. She gave it to me years before she passed. I gave it to my sister and she intern gave it to her daughter. I’m not sure if my mom enjoyed her school days or not, she looked happy enough in her senior picture.

The only thing I can remember that she ever said or did was to teach me a stupid CHEER that went something like M – O – N…   R – O -E…   Mon – Roe High School… yes, sir… re. It may loose something here in translation. But if that’s the only thing that I can remember about her school days, and my mom shared everything with us; I think it must have been a dud. Get in and get out! That was my motto anyway. School days just seemed to be more of a bother than a real experience for me. Most of us could not wait until Friday and Monday was the biggest drudge of all.

Thank God, I never wanted to be a cheerleader. I can’t even remember a cheer from Springboro High School – the school that I did attend before going to WCJVS. I couldn’t even tell you the names of the girls who were. So I guess I won’t be carrying on that age old tradition of retro cheers, like the one from my mom and the one Granny Gibson taught me.

Oh well, knowing my daughters that would be the last thing they’d ever care about anyway. Brandy is becoming a career student at IUPUC and Mandy thought it wise to drop out of college and become a full time childcare giver, making a career out of caring for and loving children. It’s a good thing she had boys because she loves a good football game. That works out good for her husband to since he is the Dallas Cowboy’s number one fan.

I graduated from Franklin High School, but never actually attended a single class there. I was bussed to pep assembly’s which made absolutely no sense to me at the time. Why would I want to go to a rally for a strange school? But I went. So for me it was just okay I guess. I actually took Restaurant Management and Food Career Service. I wanted to be a fully trained Professional Chef (Big laugh here). Not like the ones you see on TV…. I hate those shows but one creating beautiful food. Cooking is stressful at times but honestly, it should never be like that Iron Chef. But I was young and wanted to work on cruise-ships and travel the world to see the world. WHY?

I find that totally ironic now, since I have no desire to do either one; take a cruise or be a chef. That would be the last thing I would ever want to do now. If you dig it, then by all means… have at it… but its not for me.

Don’t get me wrong, I love to cook but I hate to clean the mess. Moreover I hate it when I have spent hours preparing a meal, for someone to say, “I don’t like it!” How would you know? You… haven’t… even… tried it! Family meals can be challenging at times but they can also be the most fulfilling. I love to have big parties for the kids and grand’s, and then some of my training will come in handy.

No amount of education can really prepare a woman for life; some things you can only learn by doing. That old adage is absolutely right, the one about experience being the best teacher. I’ve met many female teachers and/or professors that I felt were dumb as a post when it came to real life, but they have their degrees to make them feel secure, while other women are just look at them and shake their heads.  I’m sure they’ll find a friend or two to agree with some of their babble but other than that… dumb as post. The sad reality is that all but a handful of them are divorced. Almost all of their husbands cheated on them at some point and most of them allow it. Hum… I’ll leave that one up to the scholars to figure out. Everything can’t be my problem.

I’m also sure some of you are shocked by my comments on this subject. But I’ve studied families for so many years and I’ve seen firsthand what has gone wrong in most of them. I’ve known women whom to further their careers, sacrificed their own children. Some have even used abortion as a form of birth control, rather than to be responsible for their decisions.

When at the end of the day, having a family is what life is all about. You can teach life skills… but you can’t teach life, you have to experience it for yourself.

The man who promises everything is sure to fulfill nothing. ~ Carl Jung

  • Serve the Lord by serving others.
  • Avoid self-preoccupation.  There are many others who need the assistance that only you can offer.
  • Develop more patience and value: the calm that can be yours.
  • Look for good in people, places and happenings.
  • Let your wardrobe incline a bright, pleasant expression. A ready smile makes a fashionable accessory.

The shoe that fits one person pinches another; there is no recipe for living that suits all cases. ~ Carl Jung

with your favorite music.

Music is love in search of a word.  ~ SYDNEY LANIER

by coach Lou Holtz: “Life is 10 percent what happens to me and 90 percent how I react to it.”

A happy person is not a person in a certain set of circumstances, but rather a person with a certain set of attitudes. ~ HUGH DOWNS