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Don’t Mess with Mister In-Between.

June 24th, 2012 by stephanie

Some of you may remember a very clever song that Bing Crosby made famous. If you haven’t heard it, try googling it and give a listen. It talks about getting rid of the negative in our lives. If you find yourself around negative people or downer types, you’ll very much appreciate the tune. The lyrics go something like this:
You’ve got to accentuate the positive
Eliminate the negative
Latch on to the affirmative
Don’t mess with Mister In-Between

All of us have those folks in our lives that seem to focus on the bad, or are judgmental and critical, full of gossip, or just plain seem to always find the sad side of life. They can really drag you down. (And in all honesty, be careful, in case that person is you…but I digress…) Spending time with people that are uplifting, fun and encouraging is just what the doctor ordered–if we want to live healthy and happy lives.

With that, here’s a thought. Take stock today in your life and see in just whom it is you are investing your time, energy and resources. Then notice if they fall into the negative side or the affirmative side. Once we do that little exercise, it’s pretty clear to see where the adjustments, if any, probably need to take place. Who is making YOU a better, happier, healthier person? “Latch on” to them…as the song says…and…
Don’t mess with Mister in-between!

Just my thoughts,
S.
Phil. 4:8 Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.

Single This Holiday Season? Know Someone Who Is? Tune in…

November 18th, 2009 by stephanie

Greetings one and all. A special message today for the single set. The holidays can be a bit tricky for the solo crowd during the Holidays. There’s a chapter in my book dedicated to the hilarity and challenges that come with this festive time of year.

If you’re single, or know someone who is, tune in, at 6:30 PM CST–Stephanie will once again join Monica Schmelter on BRIDGES the TV show. The
theme will be: Single for the Holidays. Tips, advice, some laughs and more.
Here’s a link!
JUST CLICK ON WHTN! and enjoy!

…and we’d love for you to put this one in your calendar too!

Monday-Jan 4th 9:30 AM & 6:30 PM (Getting Ready for New Year)

Thank you so much to all of you out there and for your wonderful support. We hope you enjoy the SHOW!

SINGLE GALS: Don’t forget to join us on FACEBOOK.
Friend us at: Stephanie’s Book & ask for an invitation to the Chix Chat Club.
Follow us on TWITTER: click here!

If you haven’t gotten a copy yet of my book, WHEN YOU GROW UP AND GET…SINGLE well, I’d love for you to order your copy today. And too, to share it with a friend.
Just click here!
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Don’t miss our Journey to Thanksgiving series in the Blog this month and next. We will pick back up with that later this weekend!

Best to you!
S.

You is what you is.

October 19th, 2009 by stephanie

There is nothing like a good dose of Yogi Berra quotes to put a smile on your face, a twinkle in your eye and a moment of thought provocation for the brain.

Not knowing how your week is going, I just couldn’t resist sharing some good ole fashioned, all American vernacular wisdom with you my special friends. Sometimes, the heart and mind just needs a good Yogi Berra moment.  I call them mental vacations. Find one that applies to your situation this week. Learn. Love. Laugh.

Enjoy:
“I think Little League is wonderful. It keeps the kids out of the house.”

“You wouldn’t have won if we’d beaten you.”

“It ain’t over till it’s over.”

“You can observe a lot just by watching.”

“We’re lost, but we’re making good time”

“I never said most of the things I said.”

“The future ain’t what it used to be.”

“If the world was perfect, it wouldn’t be.”

“We made too many wrong mistakes.”
“Slump? I ain’t in no slump. I just ain’t hitting.”

“I’m not going to buy my kids an encyclopedia. Let them walk to school like I did.”

“Half the lies they tell about me aren’t true.”

“He hits from both sides of the plate. He’s amphibious.”

“Always go to other people’s funerals; otherwise, they won’t go to yours”

“I will get it when I die”

“No one goes there anymore – it’s too crowded”

Just his thoughts,

S.

What Not to do on Your Thanksgiving Vacation.

November 18th, 2008 by stephanie

For those of you who like to reminisce during the holidays, there is one memory I would personally prefer to forget. But alas, such will not be the case. In light of the fact that a few of the girls and I paid homage to the new 007 James Bond film this past weekend, (which I loved!)  I felt a little walk down memory lane of sorts might just be in order.

 

It was Thanksgiving and I was visiting my mother (as all good daughters who live hundreds of miles away do).  There was a question regarding an appliance in her house and it occurred to her that the neighbor might have the answer. So, with gift plate of goodies, or what I felt was actually a peace offering for our  “Can you come over and help us?” plea, we set out for the 20-yard trek next door.

 

While my mom chatted up her friend, I began conversing with the woman’s spouse. It was when he got to the part about a taxi cab, the country of Turkey, and the 1950’s that I laughed out loud and jokingly announced, “So, what? Were you a covert operative or something?”  At that point, the room froze.   I was begging the floor to open up and swallow me. But it was Mexican tile. And it didn’t move.

 

The woman, a salt pillar at this point, merely opened her mouth, looked at her husband, and then stared back at me. With shock on her face she choked out the words, “He’s never talked about that.”  He then mumbled something about languages and Germany. As I nervously tried to cover, it only got worse. “Uh, yeah, a friend of mine was married to a guy. They were stationed in Germany. He posed as an auto mechanic. Spoke Bosnian. You know, Uh,…” but the verbal decline only plummeted.  The woman, yes, his second wife, now just stared at me even more dumbly. At this point, I was physically growing ill.

 

Oh, for a tornado from Kansas to suddenly sweep me away. But no. I had to weather this one alone.  My mom just stood there with the usual, “Why do you have to talk so much?” look on her face that only a mother can give.

 

As the man walked me to, and out, the front door, I figured he was quickly thinking and preparing how to kill and dispose of me within the next three seconds that he had before the other women exited the house and caught up with us.  But instead, he had this amazed smirk on his face.  “How could you have known?” was all he asked incredulously.  Relieved, yet horrified, I began apologizing profusely.

 

“I am so sorry! Please forgive me. Don’t kill me. I am a huge fan of this stuff. I traveled with Col. Oliver North on one of his book tours. I read all of his books.  I’m a huge CIA fan. My dad worked for NASA. I just, I just, you know… know this stuff. I mean, c’mon Bob! What normal American guy was in a taxi cab in Turkey in the 50’s for cryin’out loud?! Give me a break!!”  With that, he just laughed.  And I gratefully lived to die another day.

 

When we returned to my mom’s house, I pondered if, when we left for Thanksgiving dinner a few moments later, neighbor Bob wouldn’t slip in, take the jewels and return to his domain. I warned my mother to lock the safe.  But then remembered, “Oh, wait. We don’t have any family jewels. Or even a safe for that matter.”

 

I did manage to collect a set of the Oliver North fiction books soon thereafter and delivered it a few weeks later at Christmas.  My peace offering of sorts. It was the least I could do.

 

All that to say, I highly recommend, whatever you do this Thanksgiving, don’t “out” your mother’s retired, covert operative.  It’s just not the polite or merry thing to do.

 

With that, just my thoughts during this festive week prior to our national celebration. A precious time where we give thanks for the wonderful country that Providence has allowed us to create and in which we dwell.

 

And here’s to all the under cover 007’s that really do exist out there and fight for this sweet, sweet place we lovingly refer to as “home”.

 

Shaken, but not stirred,

Stephanie

Didn’t I just put Christmas Away?

November 16th, 2008 by stephanie

If feels like just a bit ago that I pulled off the freeway in Arkansas to get that much needed Starbucks fix. I was traveling home from my holiday visit with the family when that very cool home store also caught my eye. As a female who likes to live up to that part of the species, I just had to go in. I was not disappointed. Crossing the threshold of the retail center I was welcomed by those wonderful 75% off sale signs and well, you know, as a girl, there’s something genetic about a price tag that low. You just have to respond. So I dutifully did.

A few moments later I was hauling two 4-foot, silk Amaryllis plants to my car. When I reached the already overstuffed vehicle I was greeted by my very pitiful dog who was peering at me through the back seat window. At this point, there had been very little room if any left for him when we began the journey. And now, I was going to try to put eight more feet of whatever it was into the car with him. The look on his face was, “So, are you planning on tying me to the roof, because as of now, my back right leg is already in my left ear.”

I stood there a moment wondering if that wasn’t such a bad idea, but then I knew a better solution was in order. Just what, I wasn’t exactly sure. Nine hours later we pulled into the driveway. My hairy hound unfolded his furry body and limped out of the car while I began to strategize the unloading procedures.

After 45 minutes, the deed was done. The boxes and bags now waiting my attention at the doorway loomed ever larger. It took about a month, but I finally succeeded in finding room for each of the precious items I had hauled all the way from Texas. (Along with the very pliable pooch, of course.)

Then, this morning, I found myself back in that same storage area thinking, “I just got these in here, and now I have to take them out?” It was quite a stressful moment. But is quickly passed. When I pictured the house in full regalia, and the counter tops full of wonderful ingredients awaiting those precious recipes, the pain disolved into peace and contentment.

Yes, it truly is the most wonderful time of year. And that is exactly what I plan to do. I will create Thanksgiving and Christmas in my home and make it special. It’s up to me. No one will arrive on my doorstep, decorations in tow, and set up the house. That’s my job. And a welcomed one at that.

With that, during this next week, all of the stash will make its way up the stairs and into the living areas of my home. A job I certainly will enjoy, to be sure.

So here’s to thankfulness and merriness for at least the next 40 or so days.

Chat soon.

Stephanie

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