It's been said that one hasn't lived until you've acquired a hater or two. I've never understood this rationale until recently. Early one morning it occurred to me that "haters" don't hate because of material possessions. Reason being, anyone can acquire wealth. Wealth can be attained by hard work and commitment or by simply "taking" that which is not yours from a weaker being. However, hate surfaces when one's spiritual enlightenment is recognized by those who assumed they are truly above and superior to all others.

Simply stated, when arrogance and humbleness engage. Humbleness wins.

I am but a grain of sand on this beach called life. I am grateful for every sun drenched day and I wrap myself in God's word. Amen.

Today I am sad. I will allow myself to feel this emotion. I will embrace this melancholy state and dance to the sad song that beats in my heart. I will console myself. I will sedate my pain with the images I see in my mind. I will swathe myself in joyful memories. I will raise up and move forward toward my vision.

I will continue my journey..

So I'm driving home from family vacation at the beach, and I'm in the middle row sitting next to my daughter. The guys are taking turns driving, and my grans are in the back seat playing and talking over one another. Nothing unusual about that and no one is paying particular attention to their conversation. I'm playing a game on my cell phone and my daughter is practicing her Spanish. I hear my ten year old grandson bet his five year old sister that she does not "even" know who was the first president of the United States! Well! Females being females, her neck start to move from side to side in rhythm with the words that are coming out of her mouth... "Oh yes I do know who the first president of the United States was" she indignantly exclaimed! Who? Her brother dares her - she looks in square in the eyes and matter of factly says, "Mart'n Luffa King!"

The car lit up in laughter! I look at my daughter and I say, "how did she come up with that answer?" My daughter analyzes it this way... Well mother, she says, Barrack Obama is the only president she has known in her lifetime. He's a black man, so it would stand to reason that the only other black male that she knows of that stature is Dr. King, so he had to be the first president because he's black too!

Thank you President Obama! You gave a vision to an entire generation.

For over thirty years I have waken up to a hot cup of coffee presented to me along with a big morning kiss. My husband makes the best coffee and of course he is the best kisser! Last week this man decides that he is no longer a coffee drinker! What! Wait a minute! Hauh!! Uhm... Where does that leave me??

Well... He says... Honey I'll still bring you coffee... I'm your husband and I love doing that for you. Now I'm thinking... Things are different. You're no longer drinking coffee with me... It's like when an alcoholic's best friend gives up drinking! Am I going to join "coffee drinkers anonymous" now?   I'm really going to have to reevaluate my lifestyle. What the Fudge!

So after pondering my dilemma all day at work, I think I've come up with a solution. I'm going to have to make my own coffee in the mornings! Jeeze! On the way home I stop by Target and I purchase a "single serve" "Keurig" coffee maker. The following morning I sleepily make my way to the kitchen and proceed to make my single cup of coffee. It's not my husband's fabulous morning latte but it will do...

I still get my lucious morning kiss and I am reminded that while change is inevitable, life's littlest things can have the most significant effect and I have the best husband!