The Gettysburg Address- A History Lesson

 Abraham Lincoln is my favorite president. I love The Gettysburg Address.  I know it by heart and I was very excited about the 150th Anniversary of the delivery of that great speech. Instead, I became so angry over all the rumors and lies,the hateful posts and one particular You Tube video that went viral.  I needed to pursue the truth and separate FACT from FAULT-FINDING FICTION. Because that's what I do...........

Yesterday, I spent a few hours studying the history of The Gettysburg Address. Here's what I learned:

There are FIVE manuscript copies of The Gettysburg Address. Two of those manuscripts: THE NICOLAY and THE HAY manuscripts are in our Library of Congress. Contrary to popular belief, Lincoln did not deliver the Gettysburg Address "off the cuff" or without preparation. The NICOLAY manuscript was President Lincoln's first draft of The Gettysburg Address. THE HAY copy is Lincoln's 2nd draft and believed to be the one used at Gettysburg. You might be VERY surprised to learn there is NO mention of God in either one of those copies. The EVERETT, The BANCROFT and The BLISS manuscripts contain the words: "...this nation, under GOD". Those three manuscripts were written by Lincoln for charitable purposes long after Nov. 19, 1863. The BLISS manuscript is the FIFTH and final copy of the address. It was written for Col. Alexander Bliss and delivered by Col. Bliss (not Lincoln) at a fund-raiser for soldiers. The BLISS manuscript is the copy that is most often reprinted today and the one with which we are most familiar.

All that brings me to this: the outrage over President Obama omitting the phrase "UNDER GOD" as he read The Gettysburg Address in this video. In case you missed it:

Here are the facts behind this video that has Conservatives and Christians going crazy right now!  In order to commemorate the 150th Anniversary of The Gettysburg Address, documentary film maker, Ken Burns, started a campaign to encourage everyone across the country to study and learn it.  He enlisted celebrities, officials, former presidents, and Obama in this campaign and asked each to read the different copies of The Gettysburg Address on camera. Those videos will be included in Burns' documentary on The Gettysburg Address set to air on PBS in April, 2014.  President Obama was ASKED to read a particular copy of the Address. Guess which one? THE NICOLAY as written by Abraham Lincoln. His first draft of the famous speech given at Gettysburg!

Still don't get it? I will lay it out for you - nice and simple. Truth: The video of Obama delivering The Gettysburg Address does not include God in it. The rumors being spread of how Obama hates God so much that he chose to OMIT God's name completely from the speech are nothing more than twisted lies by the media, Conservatives and certain Christian groups looking to promote their own agenda and hate campaigns. Those words were never uttered by Lincoln at Gettysburg because they were not written in his Address at the time!

Sorry guys!  You are wrong.  In my opinion, most of you don't give a darn about The Gettysburg Address or whether God was included in it or not.  If you did care, you would not have dishonored the 150th Anniversary of one of the most inspirational speeches ever given by the greatest President in the history of our great country by turning it a free- for- all filled with hatred and false accusations toward our current Commander in Chief. As far as I am concerned, that is simply un-American! 

Read all five versions of The Gettysburg Address here: The Gettysburg Address
Read about Ken Burns and his campaign and documentary here: Ken Burns Gettysburg Address

Seek the truth . Always.  It will set you free!!
And this is my Daily Cyn.......

Hello.Goodbye. Good Morning. Good Night

Begin your day and end it by letting others know how precious they are....................

I have some bad habits. I also have a few good ones. Actually, the good ones are more than just habits; they are rules. One of the rules I abide by is:  Hello. Goodbye. Good Morning. Good Night. 


I am a firm believer in greetings and salutations.  It doesn't take much effort on my part. I just have to open my mouth and speak or quickly type a message. It's so easy to do this. I can do it in person, call someone on the phone, send a text message, shoot a quick e-mail, or by updating my Facebook or Google+ status. There really is no excuse not to do this. Every day. It makes others feel good and it makes me feel good, too.

I believe it is my moral obligation to do this on a daily basis. It could be because of my Southern roots. I happen to think that Southerners are the friendliest and most hospitable people in the country.  Up here in the North (where I currently reside) folks tend to be more cautious and reserved. They'll say hello when I pass them on the street; as long as I say it first. I don't really mind doing that.  Not at all. I've met amazing people and gained life long friends by simply exchanging a greeting.

When I was a little girl, my dad insisted I read the book, How to Win Friends and Influence People.  I was about ten years old at the time and it changed my life. I began to view the world differently; even at such a young age. I adopted the attitude that every single person I meet is a potential friend and every potential friend is looking for a friend.  A relationship that begins with a simple Hello. Goodbye. Good Morning. Good Night could last five minutes, for the two hour train ride into the city, or an entire lifetime. It doesn't matter.

This can be irritating to some people because sometimes I will pick out the most outrageous looking person in a crowd and begin a conversation. I usually start with a simple hello.  If that person is receptive, I will continue. "Wow. All those piercing on your face are so cool!  Did it hurt when you had them done?" Despite the fact that my friends are horrified and attempt to pull me away, I stand my ground and wait for a reply. I always get one. And it's always a nice reply. No one has ever told me to "Fuck off" or dragged me into a dark alley and tried to kill me. I think most people are basically good and willing to talk about themselves if they know you will listen. The repercussions can be staggering. I honestly believe you can change a person's life with a simple greeting, a kind gesture, or by listening to them.

Hello. Goodbye. Good Morning. Good Night. I believe in doing this with everyone; especially with the people I love and care about. Each time my son walks in or out the door; we exchange hugs and  kisses. When we wake up or go to sleep; we do the same. It's been this way since he was little. People think it's cute and sweet because he is such a big strapping man now. I look at it this way: We are reminding each other how precious we are.

I don't have a romantic partner in my life right now, but if I did; it would be exactly the same. He would get my Hello. Goodbye. Good Morning. Good Night greetings, hugs and kisses. This is just part of my M.O. Always has been. I am sure, at times, it's aggravating. I don't care. I would want him to know how precious he is to me. Every day. Even if I'm angry, he's still going to get that goodbye kiss. Why? When he walks out that door there is no guarantee that I am going to see him again.

Life is precious. People are precious and there are no guarantees. I want to live my life by letting others know how very precious they are: the girl at coffee shop, the stranger on the street, my child, my parents, my friends, the man in my life. It only takes a second or two of my precious time to do it.

And this is my Daily Cyn..............

Live in the Moment

Live in the Moment. A catchy phrase. Everybody says it. It sounds good; but what does it mean?

Living in the moment is to practice Mindfulness. And, yes, it must be practiced because mindfulness does not happen naturally.  Your mind has a tendency to wander and focus on everything else other than the present moment.

Example: When you listen to a conversation; are you really listening or is your mind wandering and thinking of clever ways to respond?

Hmmm.............

What is mindfulness?

It is a state of active, open attention on the present. When you're mindful, you observe your thoughts and feelings from a distance, without judging them good or bad. Instead of letting your life pass you by, mindfulness means living in the moment and awakening to experience.


Forget about yesterday. It's over. Forget about tomorrow. It's a day away. Don't think about what you need to do an hour from now. Be here. Be now. Be present.

When you eat; eat. When you walk; walk. When you listen; listen. When you kiss; kiss. When you touch; touch.

Each time your mind begins to wander; bring it back to exactly where you are and stay there.  Live and breathe in that moment.

Your experiences will be so much richer and more fulfilling.  Your mind will be clear and sharp.  Your intentions will be pure and selfless.


And this is my Daily Cyn............

Self-Nurturing- Knowing What You Need and Why You Need It........

I am a strong and independent woman and proud of it! Most of the time I have an "I don't need anybody" attitude. I am like the female version of John Wayne; I'll fight against good and evil and ride off into the sunset. Proud and alone.  I can attribute this attitude to a few things:

1.  I managed to pick up the pieces of my ruined life many years ago and completely change it.
2.  I am single and although I would like to find the right guy, I am not constantly out on the prowl looking for a man nor am I weeping over the fact that I not actually in a relationship. I don't need a man. I want one.
3.  Everything I need to know about getting the job done myself, I learned my father.


It's good to be self-reliant and independent but sometimes, it can also be very, very bad. No one ever rushes to assist John Wayne because most people think he's got it covered. Not to mention, he's probably too proud to ask or risk tarnishing his very capable image.

Every once in a blue moon, when things become too much for me to handle, I actually do need someone else to lean on for support. This can be confusing for those who see me as fiercely independent. This past week was one of those times. I had too much handed to me all at once and I felt as if I was going to crumble under the pressure. I didn't really want help; not physical help, anyway.  I knew what I had to do. Yes, I wanted some advice and I got that from a dear friend. What he told me; I already knew. I had to exercise some real tough love. Tough love is easy advice to give to someone else.  I tell other people to do it all the time. It's not so easy when it's your turn to put it into practice.

I did what I had to do and quite honestly, that proverbial shit that's supposed to hit the fan still hasn't happened. Not completely, anyway. I am not sure what is going to happen. All I did is put my foot down and declare certain practices and behaviors unacceptable. And........If you don't like it; get the hell out and I don't give a damn where you go! Those are the most difficult words in the world to say to someone you love. Deep inside, your greatest fear is that they will leave. And then what? Truth be told, I am not a threatening, ultimatum type of person. That's grossly out of character for me. I am usually tolerant and accepting and people know this about me. The fact that I had to take such a strong stand wore me out completely. I was broken, scared, and alone.  For the first time in a very long time, what I needed was a strong man to put his arms around me and reassure me that everything was going to be okay. Even if he wasn't so certain of that fact himself.  Well, hello. I am single. There is no man in my life to hold me. There's no lover or partner who knows me well enough to realize how badly I wanted reassurance and needed to lean  just a little bit for just a little while.  I almost ashamed to admit I wanted to be stroked and coddled and free to cry in some guy's arms for as long as I needed.

My desire and need was so strong that I did not know what to do with myself. Wait. I knew what I could do. I could get myself all dolled up and go down to the local bar, have a few drinks, and take my pick of any guy there. That's a great place to find someone to hold you. They're willing. They'll hold you all night if that's what you want. No strings, no demands, no real intimacy. Several years ago, that's probably what I would've done. Those kinds of actions, however, come with a price; at least for me. A lack of respect for myself and in the long run; feeling even more lonely than I was before. The only way to cure that is to go back out and do it again.  And so begins the cycle of destructive behavior and self-loathing. No thank you. I fought very hard to get where I am now and I don't believe in moving backward. I only believe in moving ahead. Even if that means I have to go alone.

So, I decided to sit down and think about what I wanted and needed. I immediately crossed being held in the arms of a nice, strong man off the list. There was no one around to do that for me and I sure as hell wasn't going out to find a temporary guy. So, what next? Since I couldn't have that; what would be the next best thing? What was I looking for? What did I really need?
Understanding
Love
Peace
Security
Change of Environment
Joy

Yes. Those are things I needed. So how could I get them in a healthy, non-destructive way?

Well, I knew sitting around the house feeling sorry for myself was a bad idea. These four walls served as a reminder of recent events and I knew if I stayed here it would be too tempting to give into the unthinkable. So, I packed my bags and took off for Brooklyn. That's the one place I know where I am loved and accepted for my wild and wacky self. I could spend time with my sister and her husband. Their greatest joy is to spoil me, feed me all my favorite foods, and drag me all over the city. My three year old niece lives with them and she happens to worship the ground I walk on. I would trade my sorrow for a weekend filled with activity, laughter, love and security. Problem solved. Okay, the big problem? Still not completely resolved but what I needed, I found in one weekend, without sacrificing an ounce of self-respect or dignity. Part of my healing was making the decision to not talk about my issues with anyone else the entire time. I completely removed my body, mind and spirit from the situation and kept my focus on other things. As a result, I returned home last night well-rested, well-feed, well-loved, and with enough strength to deal with whatever comes my way. If I feel myself wavering again; back to Brooklyn I will go.

This is self-nurturing. Self nurturing does not mean anesthetizing yourself or going out to find a temporary fix.  More often than not, the results of doing that will make you feel even worse.  Self-nurturing means taking care of yourself in healthy ways and identifying what it is you really need and want. It could involve sitting down and completely deconstructing all of it; like I did. I couldn't have what I wanted at that moment so I had to substitute it with something else. Feeling sorry for myself and dwelling on what I did not have quite possibly could have ended badly. I am not willing to take that chance.

I work with clients and help them to identify their cravings and unhealthy choices. I also assist them in understanding why they make these choices and reach for temporary fixes instead of the real thing. Most often, it all stems from hurt, fear, disappointment, rejection, and lack of understanding and acceptance of oneself.

To be truly successful and healthy in your body, mind, and spirit, you must get to know who you are; including your strengths and your weaknesses. Identify your destructive temporary quick fixes. What are they? Food? Drugs? Alcohol? Sleeping the day away? Even too much exercise can be an unhealthy, temporary fix. Slowly begin to replace those things with good alternatives that will contribute to your health and healing. What do you really want?  A candy bar or a hug? More often than not; it's the hug you really want. Practice a bit of self-nurturing, know what you need, when you need it, and how to get it. And then...... go get it!

And this is my Daily Cyn................

A Place of Peace and Love

My Place of Peace and Love.

Peace can only created only by those who are peaceful and love by those who have loved.
-Deepak Chopra, from his latest book, Spiritual Solutions.




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Where I need to Be........

Eventually, we all get there.

And this is my Daily Cyn.............

Let It Shine

You are a light; a burning flame. You are here to dispel the darkness and chase away shadows. Your light can separate truth from lies, pleasure from pain, good from bad, compassion from hate. Your light can illuminate the most difficult journey.

When I was little girl, I learned this song in Sunday School:

This little light of mine
I'm gonna let it shine.
This little light of mine
I am gonna let it shine. 
This little light of mine
I'm gonna let it shine.
Let it shine. Let it shine. Let it shine. 



Simple? Yes. Silly? Sort of; but this little song has always been my mantra.  I carry it in my heart everywhere I go.

It isn't easy to keep the light burning. The brighter it burns, the greater the desire to quench it.  Others will try to extinguish it for you because your light reveals their darkness. Don't let them. Keep shining.

My name actually means Reflector of Light. Maybe there's a bit of truth to that. I've spent years searching for the true meaning for my life. I had high hopes and visions of grandeur. I was absolutely certain there were big plans for me to really be somebody and to accomplish amazing things. The truth is; there's nothing special about me. The big plan for my life is to just keep burning.  Everything else that happens is simply a result of shining my light.

Let your light shine. Keep it burning.  Don't cover it or hide it. Never ever allow anyone to extinguish it.





 Your light is your gift and your gift is your light.......

And this is my Daily Cyn.......

Dear Mama

The best advice my mom ever gave me is this:

You can always judge the true character of a man by the way his treats his mama.

Words of wisdom I will always remember.

Happy Mother's Day.

You are appreciated. For all you do. For who you are. For your unconditional love.

You are the wind beneath our wings.

And this is my Daily Cyn....

Square Peg, Round Hole

I used to be in Mortgage Industry. How I ever became involved that business  is beyond me and a story for another time.  I am more of a peace, love, group hug type of a girl.  That doesn't really doesn't work well  in the world of mortgages, so I had to adapt.  It didn't take long for me to become as cut-throat and under-handed as the rest of the boys. I could lie right to a client's face without batting an eyelash.  I changed my personality to fit the position but I paid a very high price.  At that time, that's where the money was. I wanted the money. I also wanted the prestige that went along with it.



 I am not saying the entire mortgage business is bad. I've worked with some wonderful and very honest mortgage companies. I've also worked with some real dirt bags and in order to get the job done, I had to be a bit of a dirt bag, too. Years later, I took a long, hard look at myself and realized that career was not the perfect fit for me.

I remember when I first became a Mortgage Loan Processor. It was a big promotion and I was determined to the best processor ever.  There was a particular client file that had been floating around the office for over a year. No one was able to secure a mortgage for this borrower. Everyone tried and failed and eventually the file was pushed aside but not forgotten. On my first day as a brand new processor, my manager came in to my nice new office and dropped that twenty-pound file on my desk. I already knew all about it. I had heard the screaming and cursing and witnessed the temper tantrums. One processor in the office became so frustrated that she actually threatened to quit over it.  I swallowed hard and gave my manager my best deer in the headlights look.


 "You've got to be kidding me," I whined. "You can't give me this file. I have no clue what I'm doing!"

I thought he would understand but instead he yelled at me. "You wanted to be a processor! Here you go. Figure it out. Square peg. Round hole. Make it fit. At any cost!" And with that, he stormed out my office.

I was so upset. Petrified was more like it. And angry. Square peg. Round hole! I really wanted to shove something up his you know what. Instead, I spent the rest of my day ripping that file apart. I did the very same thing the next day. And the next; until I finally came up with a way to get the loan done. From then on, I only wanted to work on the really difficult loans. Give the easy ones to someone else. I loved the challenge and attacked each one with the same determination as the first. That's how I became one of the best. Square peg. Round hole. Make it fit. At any cost.

There's something to be said for the person who is willing to do anything to get a job done. Turn over every stone. Never quit. Those are rare and admirable qualities, especially when it comes to business. I happen to be that kind of person; not just when it comes to work, but in almost every area of my life. I am always trying to get that square peg into the round hole. I will push and shove and try every angle possible to make it fit. I don't like to give up or take no for answer. I refuse to accept defeat. That's not necessarily a bad thing. It's good. There's just one little problem.  What happens to the square peg?

For years I tried to force square pegs into round holes. I really made a bit of a mess. I took on projects and responsibilities that were impossible complete. I got involved in careers that demanded I become the type of person I was never meant to be. I remained in unhealthy relationships because I refused to give up. I even tried to be who other people thought I should be. Square peg. Round hole. Make it fit. At any cost. As a result, I became a damaged, shredded, broken square peg. It took a very long time to heal.

Sometimes, things just don't fit. No matter how hard we push and shove;  there's no way it's going to happen. The key is to know when to keep trying and when to step back and say, "This is never going to work and I am tearing myself to pieces in the process." 

Never give up your goals and dreams.  You should be determined and driven and turn over every stone. Fight for the things that matter and never stop. We need more people like that in the world. But there's one thing you need to know. A square peg was never meant to fit into a round hole. You have to break it or damage it to make it work; and even then, it will never be the perfect fit.

Go ahead and give it all you've got. Never give up. Just pay attention. You are the square peg and if you're tearing yourself to pieces in the process; perhaps it's time to walk away. Eventually you will find the perfect fit.

And this is my Daily Cyn..........

How to Create Beauty

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No Excuses!

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You are an Angel

Angels fall down sometimes.
It doesn't change the fact that you are still an angel.








Special thanks to my Google+ friend, Jack Jenkins, for sharing this beautiful song.

And this is my Daily Cyn......

Freak

image from Contently Disturbed/Facebook

Hey! You! Let your Freak Flag Fly!

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Beauty is a Trap!

Image from Google+

Samantha Brick has a terrible problem! She's too gorgeous !

Wait.....what ?

First of all, I really don't think this woman is as beautiful as she believes herself to be. But that's me. Yet Samantha Brick, a popular British journalist, thinks women hate her because she's always the prettiest one in the room. With all her influence and everything going on in the world, especially the war on women, this is her concern?

Here's the article I read this morning that really ticked me off:

British Woman Thinks She's Too Gorgeous


Maybe women despise and ignore you because you are shallow and just a wee bit full of yourself, hmmm?

Okay, perhaps that's a bit harsh but I need to vent. Just a bit. I promise it won't get too ugly .

It's not about looks. This is not a competition. In fact, we are in a sad, sorry state. Teenage girls and women are literally starving themselves to death to look like airbrushed, photo shopped fashion models. They subject themselves to risky procedures because they're not happy with the face, the lips, the boobs, or the butt God gave them. Or they want what somebody else has. Not all plastic surgery is bad. Some of it is necessary. I understand that, but 16 year girls getting boob jobs? Come on!  And while women are consumed with their looks, the power and control over their own bodies is being stolen right out from under their pretty little noses.


If you're beautiful, good for you! You have an advantage that others don't have and a responsibility to prove that beauty is more than skin deep. Get over yourself ! Why not use your influential place of power to encourage women to love and respect themselves and to develop their inner strength and beauty instead of being consumed with yourself and judging others on how they look.  Do you really think other girls hate you because you're pretty? Perhaps they do despise you. Why? Take a deep, long look inside yourself. Other women might not see you as the solution to the problem. You are the problem.....


I don't care what you look like. If you are a woman, you are beautiful. Inside and out. And you have the power to influence other women. To teach them to fight. To stand up for their rights. To educate themselves, to be financially independent, to develop their self-esteem and recognize their personal power, to never become victims of abuse or domestic violence, and to never, ever sacrifice their freedom of choice to anyone for any reason. These are the important issues. Not boobs and butts. And if you honestly believe other women hate you because you've been blessed with good looks, then walk over and show them you are more than just a pretty face.

Believe me, as we age, our boobs and butts will begin to sag. Gravity always kicks in, no matter how hard we fight against it. Pretty faces eventually wrinkle. Large pores, sun damage, chicken necks. It happens to the best of us. The day will come when we can no longer get by on just our looks. What then? If we haven't developed our own inner beauty and strength, we've got nothing! And, we'll have nothing to pass on to the younger women who are rising up to take our places in the world.

Beauty is a trap. Don't fall for it!

And this is my Daily Cyn......

Don't Look Back......

When it comes to the past and looking back (or going back), I always think of Sodom and Gomorrah and the tragic tale of Lot's wife. You know, from the bible. If you went to Sunday School, you're already familiar with the story. If not, let me quickly bring you up to speed with my condensed version:

I am sure the woman had a name, but it's never mentioned so we only know her as Lot's WIFE. We'll talk about the inferior status endured by women back in those days another time.   Anyway, as she and Lot were running away from their home town, she dared to look back and when she did, was instantly turned into a solid pillar of salt!  The cities of Sodom and Gomorrah (where Lot and his wife-with-no-name lived) were being wiped out. I am not really sure which city they actually lived in. Perhaps both. Kind of like New Yorkers, with a penthouse in Manhattan and a summer home near the Jersey Shore. Regardless, those two cities were leveled. Destroyed.  I don't have a bible handy, but I do believe there was an earthquake. Lot and his wife were warned by an angel of God in advance and ran for their lives. And they were told not to look back.  Lot was obedient and kept on running. The lady was not so lucky.

I always thought being turned to a pillar of salt for taking one last look was sort of harsh and there are all kinds of opinions as to why that happened to her. Some say it was because her actions proved she loved sin more than she loved God and according to the bible, those two cities were cesspools of sin. That's why they were destroyed. Whatever. She was warned. She didn't listen. She looked back.  If I was running across the Brooklyn Bridge and Manhattan was being destroyed behind me, I would just have to turn my head and sneak a peek.........


Regardless of whether you believe that story or not, there's a good message in it. Dwelling in the past, looking over your shoulder, thinking about what could have been, or worrying about those you might  leave behind as you move on to bigger and better things makes it difficult to forge ahead.  It's like being frozen in time. You become an immovable object. Yeah. A proverbial pillar of salt.

Leave the past where it belongs, move ahead, and don't look back.

And this is my Daily Cyn........

What's Beyond the Door?

We must not allow time,  fear, distance, or difficulties to discourage us from reaching the doorway to the other side. - Cynthia



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Senior Dating, AARP and Turning the Big Five-Oh!

I just got an email from SeniorPeopleMeet.  It's a dating service for folks fifty and older. Would I like to join their service? This month is complimentary in honor of my 50th birthday!

No, I would not like to join your dating service !

I mean, really. What the heck do I want with a man fifty or older? Oh, wait. I'm turning fifty. Well, regardless, how did they get my email address in the first place? Is it stored in some big data base some place along with my birth date and a notation that says flag her at fifty ?

That would certainly explain all the strange emails I've been getting recently:

What You Need to Know About Medicare
Menopause and You
How to Choose The Right Nursing Home
Going Gray Naturally
Retire in Equador for less than $10 day (okay, I'm saving that one)


AARP just sent me a magazine. I never ordered it. It just showed up in my mail box. Delivered by the hot young mail man who thinks I'm cute. Not anymore ! I won't even look at the darn magazine. My parents said I should. They just got their copy and there was a coupon for a senior discount at the local All-You-Can-Eat Buffet . We can all go for dinner. At four o'clock.

Kill me now ..........

I must admit this whole turning half-a-century old has me in a bit of a tizzy. I know age is just a number and I am really only as young or old as I feel.  Most days, I feel like I am twenty-one. Sometimes, I act like it, too. I naturally gravitate toward the younger people at parties or in bars. Most people my age talk about all their aches and pains and doctor appointments. It's depressing and I never have anything to add.to those conversations. I feel great. I can't remember the last time I went to the doctor for anything other than my annual physical.  I think I am still pretty cool and can probably party harder than most twenty-somethings. I go to concerts in the city and stay out all night.  And I don't have to take a nap ahead of time or stay in bed the entire next day either. I still look pretty damn good.  I eat right, I exercise, I take good care of my skin.  As long as I avoid fluorescent lighting at all costs, most people would never guess my true age.


I need to come to terms with this whole age thing and just be thankful.  I've walked this earth for half-a-century. And I survived. That's quite an accomplishment. I've made mistakes and learned from them.  I've had my heart broken countless times yet somehow managed to keep it from getting hard and calloused.  I am wiser and more confident than I've ever been in my whole life.  I'm happy and despite the abuse I've put my body through in younger years, I am very, very healthy.  I have plenty of energy and I haven't lost my care-free, dare-devil attitude.  I will never forget what it's like to be young and that is how I plan to stay forever young. The spirit never ages and God knows, I've got plenty of spirit!

 So, keep sending your senior dating service emails and AARP magazines and coupons.  I'll just pass them on to my parents and their senior citizen friends. I plan to embrace fifty with open arms and then knock it out of the park like nobody's business.  Besides, isn't fifty the new thirty?

Yes, folks, I am turning fifty and I'm pretty darn proud of it.  And I look foward to fifty more years.  Why not?

And this is my Daily Cyn.......

An Extra Day! How Will You Decide to Spend it?

Time in a Bottle. I've always loved this song and I woke up this morning with it on my mind. So I want to share it with you.

There never seems to be enough time to do the things we want to do, is there?  But there really is more than sufficient time. We are all given the same twenty-fours every day. How we choose to spend those hours and with whom is our choice.

Today is February 29th. We have an extra 24 hours to do anything we want!  An opportunity to make up for lost time.

Leap year only happens once every four years. Who knows where any of us will be four years from now.  Today is the day to make it count..........

How will you spend your extra twernty-four hours?

And this is my Daily Cyn.........

Eat The Darn Donut!

You all know by now I am anti-junk food, anti-white sugar, white-flour crappy foods that are nothing more than empty calories and fat that are just going to make us feel bad. And, over time, make us look bad. A regular diet consisting of those types of foods is the worst thing we could do for ourselves. Sickness, disease and death is inevitable. I think I'd prefer to drink poison. My death would be quicker and whole lot less painful and expensive.  

In a perfect world, we would never, ever eat that kind of stuff. We would know how awful it is for us and refuse to go near it with a ten foot pole.

We don't live in a perfect world. And sometimes, we have cravings. Gnawing desires to sink our teeth into something we know is "bad". We can't sleep. We can't stop thinking about it. We have to have it. Finally, when we just can't stand it any more, we give in. We take a bite and when that first burst of forbidden pleasure hits our tastebuds we say, "Oh, I shouldn't!"  But we do and with every bite we pour on another layer guilt.  We punish ourselves the rest of the night. Sometimes even the next day. And the next. Over a piece of pie. A brownie. A dish of icecream. A donut.

What we don't realize is when we do this, we are setting ourselves up for failure. It's a cycle of denial, pleasure, and punishment. What happens when we continuously do this? Eventually we have the day from hell and instead of one donut, we eat the whole dozen. Oh and guilt after all those donuts is the real killer. That's when we really punish ourselves to the point where we are so disgusted, we throw in the whole towel. Then we go on an eating frenzy. Our mission? To eat anything and everything we've been denying ourselves for years.! We tell ourselves we're hopelessly destined to be unhealthy and overweight so we might as well enjoy it!  

Sound familiar?

Have the donut! Just eat it! And when you do, enjoy every last delicious morsel. Don't leave one little crumb behind. Don't feel guilty about it. Refuse to punish yourself.

One donut will not kill you! One donut will not make you fat. It's a lifetime of unhealthy living and a daily diet of poor food choices that will!

Have the donut and enjoy it!

If you do this every time, your cravings for foods like candy, cookies and donuts will become less and less. Eventually, you might not think about a donut ever again.

Why? Because you're allowed to have it.  Not only that, you're allowed enjoy it, too.

We always want what we can't have.

So go ahead.  Eat the darn donut!

And this is my Daily Cyn........



The Best Time to Exercise for True Benefits!



Honestly, it doesn't really matter when you do it! JUST DO IT!!! And remember, every little bit counts.

And this is my Daily Cyn.......