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Proud Military Mom

Published January 31, 2015 by lynn k scott

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I am a proud Army mom!  My son is making a career in the Army, he is doing extremely well and I support his choice 100%. While I have always been supportive of our military, nothing kicks that support into high-gear when someone in your immediate family joins the military.

I can accept not everyone supports war or what orders the military follows, however, I will support my son, military personnel and their families.  I have been actively involved in troop support for several years now.  I currently live close to an Air Force base and am proud to know some families and the fact I can call them friends.

I will post various ways you can help, if you so choose, to support our military.

QOTD: Topic – Struggling (by Koepke)

Published January 31, 2015 by lynn k scott

“The fact that you’re struggling doesn’t make you a burden.  It doesn’t make you unloveable or undesirable or undeserving of care.  It doesn’t make you too much or too sensitive or too needy.  It makes you human.  Everyone struggles.  Everyone has a difficult time coping, and at times, we all fall apart.  During these times, we aren’t always easy to be around – and that’s okay. No one is easy to be around one hundred percent of the time.  Yes, you may sometimes be unpleasant or difficult.  And yes, you may sometimes do or say things that make the people around you feel helpless or sad.  But those things aren’t all of who you are and they certainly don’t discount your worth as a human being.  The truth is that you can be struggling and still be loved.  You can be difficult and still be cared for.  You can be less than perfect, and still be deserving of compassion and kindness.”  (by Daniell Koepke)

Second round with the Relay for Life

Published January 27, 2015 by lynn k scott

I just signed up for my second Relay for Life.  My friend is walking this year, so I signed up with team she is on.

My first Relay was completed a couple years ago; shortly after my sister’s death.  While I remember my mother beating Hodgkin’s Disease and my father losing a short battle with stomach cancer, losing a younger sister to breast cancer devastated me.  I chose to walk in the evening; knowing I would miss the ceremonies and the majority of people would be sleeping.  It was my time to walk, to honor her memory but not be overwhelmed with cancer stories; good and bad.

My goal was to raise at least $100, which I surpassed.  I have the same goal this year and would like to at least double my goal amount.  I am hoping to walk again in the late evening.  Even though this Relay will take place exactly one week after my sister’s 3-year angel-versary, I still am coming to grips that 37 year old sister, mother to three wonderful girls, lost her valiant battle with stage four breast cancer mere months before her 38th birthday.

I walk to help end all cancers so no other family learns what it means to fight this disease.  Whether you realize it or not, cancer isn’t a solitary disease.  It affects the entire family; sometimes community.  Everyone feels its affects.  Together we can make that feeling go away.  No more tears, no more fears and no more worries from hearing a doctor say, “you have cancer”.

I have a donation link, but prefer not to post it on a blog.  If you would like to make a donation or help share my donation link and my story, please contact me and I’ll send you the information via email.

Thank you!

Frugality – it’s not a 4-letter word: e-Books

Published January 25, 2015 by lynn k scott

When I was growing up, we didn’t have a lot of money.  My dad refused to accept the price of clothes for three growing girls. My sisters wore my hand-me-downs and occasionally neighbors gave us clothes that I could wear as well.  My mom would buy us new school clothes each year and that was normally it for the new clothes, except for birthdays and Christmas.  She would always joke, “your dad still thinks dungarees (as he called them) cost $10.00”.  Growing up the in height of Jordache jeans and other fashion trends, $10.00 for a pair of jeans was not realistic.

Fast-forward 30 years and I admit to enjoying being as frugal as I can be.  While my daughter has many luxuries, I do my best to reuse, repurpose and upcycle whenever I can.  This particular writing piece took shape around 6:00 a.m. this morning while I’m lying in bed, unable to sleep, but not wanting to officially get up and start the day.

I started browsing the free e-book downloads on Amazon.com.  While I am the first to grab a good old-fashioned book, there’s something to be said about having an e-collection of books.  It allows you to have a variety of books on your phone (or tablet) that can go anywhere with you.  Reading them while waiting at appointments, on your lunch break, in the ice-rink (while your child skates and you slowly become a human popsicle), and so on.

I refuse to pay for electronic books.  However, if they are free and on a topic of interest, I definitely download them.  While most of my page-turner books are borrowed from the library, not every book I have downloaded is at the branch I utilize. This is another convenience of the e-book.  I am not driving all over creation trying to track down a book or two at neighboring libraries.

Whether we want to admit it or not, we live in a technological age.  It’s rare if we don’t have a smart-phone, tablet or laptop at our disposal.  Why not take advantage of the freebies that are available?

As this piece concludes, it strikes me that I can make this particular topic a mini-series.  So today, I covered e-books.  Stay tuned for my next Frugality installment.

Puppy Utterings

Published January 24, 2015 by lynn k scott

My mother loved dogs.  It’s something she instilled in us as kids.  We would take in strays, pups from a neighbor’s unplanned litter, a dog who needed rehoming and hunting dogs who would live out their final days in the country after they were through working to catch game fowl.

As an adult, I rescued my first shelter dog, two years ago. He was a four, underweight and was great addition to our family. I was fostering pit bull puppies on and off. I didn’t have a current foster when my friend called. There was a pup in need and she asked if I could take him in. Hmm, two full-time dogs, not just a foster. My husband wasn’t too happy about this, having never had pets growing up, but I agreed and the five-month old, Smokey, entered our lives.

Skip forward to present day and boy has the chaos-maker made living more interesting. I have said things I never thought possible.  For example, one evening, as I was working downstairs on my laptop, I hear from upstairs, “Smokey, give me the remote”. I hang my head for a moment before I head upstairs. I am greeted by my pup, holding the remote in his mouth. Luckily, I was coming up the stairs and my husband was coming down the stairs. He knew he’d been caught. He “handed over” the remote without incident. That was an easy one.

Before I realized my German Shepherd mix could help me herd Smokey, I had been chasing him all over the house.  Who needed a gym when you chased a puppy who was as agile as a speed skater? Phew…he wore me out. When you have a thief of a puppy, an open-floor plan is not your friend.

A few weeks ago, as we were preparing to leave for the day, silly me decided to get dressed. Smokey took the opportunity to redecorate a bit. In his 14 months of canine wisdom, he tore off a nice size piece of leather from the side of the ottoman (insert gasp).  Luckily, we were able to face that side to the fireplace and no one is the wiser.

I’ve uttered the phrases, “what do you have against my pot holders?”, “What were you thinking?”, “Bras are not chew toys”, “HEY…that carrot was part of my lunch!” “Come here you thief”, “Why are you eating rocks?”, “Stop licking the dirt.”, “You are not a lap dog (50+ lbs that is)”, “puppies can’t have coffee…no stop that”.

So you see, I may have one human child in the home, but I have an infant puppy who makes sure my life is not dull. He has grown and learned some manners, but I can’t help but wonder, when they say, “boys will be boys” if they aren’t talking about my Smokey.

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