Margaret Runbeck said, "Happiness is not a station you arrive at, but a manner of traveling." I try and remember this - the fact that I can choose how to frame my world. Sometimes I do forget...sometimes I travel in a less than positive frame that I allow others to create. But always, I come back [...]
Author: Ms. C
Blame it on the Dunkel…
Sometimes when you travel "stuff" happens. That is undoubtedly the origin of the saying, "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas." Well, Vegas has got nothing on Toronto, because Toronto has David Black. And let me tell you folks, when you visit a city and spend an evening with one of the locals who understands [...]
Eh?
I am in Toronto, Canada today speaking at the Emergency and Disaster Planning Summit for colleges, universities, and K-12 schools. I am fortunate to have been asked to speak about Teen CERT - a program near and dear to my heart. Even more fortunate though is the fact that three of my favorite colleagues are [...]
Color my world…
I have always loved the changing of the leaves in the Fall. Every year I tell myself that I will find a day or two when I can just venture out and soak all the colors in; but, every year something comes up and by the time I finally find time to get out to [...]
The shopping hotspot…
Well, apparently one woman's trash is another woman's treasure...along with about a half dozen neighborhood boys. The reclaiming of the garage from the abyss over the weekend created a pile of trash at the curb awaiting trash pick-up. As you may recall from my blog Sunday, the items that we believed had the potential for [...]
A warming sensation…
When I hear of products that produce "a warming sensation" - I can't help but smirk a bit. I like that phrase and as a woman in the new forty I can appreciate the phrase's potential for alternate use...particularly here in the Midwest. Midwesterners are a fairly polite lot - they are not inclined to effusively [...]
The Black Hole…
The Free Dictionary defines black hole as follows: a great void; an abyss. Well my friends, I have been to the abyss and I have emerged alive (barely). The abyss, formerly known as the garage, has been a compounding problem for the entirety of our time in West Fargo. On occasion, the space has actually been [...]
THE NEW FORTY 