Wednesday, September 14, 2016

A Teaser ... Life on the Line

So I mentioned that I was working on a book about our Electrolux family.  I know I've said this many times, but I really am doing this.  Here's a teaser, just a few paragraphs.  Please keep in mind that this is not edited or proofed for spelling at this point.  These are just some of my thoughts and observations.  I've also included a few posts that have been on the Electrolux Facebook site.  Please, continue to send me things.  I will work to sort and categorize your contributions into some appropriate topics such as The Early Years, Air Conditioning in Greenville, Working in Belding, The Last Days, etc.  Here's a start though...

Life on the Line

Living, Working, Playing
at
Gibson's
Hupp
White Consolidated
Greenville Products
Frigidaire
Electrolux


A Compilation of Memories
Through the Years

by
Leslie Anne Wood
et al

A Word from the Author

We worked, we played, sometimes it even felt as though we lived at the "shop."  This book is compiled as a memoir of the many good, bad, and ugly times and experiences we (collectively) shared at Gibson's.

Through the years, the plant changed hands and had several names.  It was Hupp when I hired in in 1971, but everyone knew it as Gibson's.  Throughout this book, I will refer to it most often as Gibson's, but many others knew it better as Frigidaire, or later as Electrolux.  I will accede to whatever name individuals use as they share memories.

This book is being written to reflect the positives, not the negatives.  Therefore, I will refrain from naming names or bad-mouthing individuals.  I will use first names or initials unless given permission to do otherwise.  I will also preface my personal comments with my initials (LAW).

So, let's get at it and take a stroll down memory lane ...


Thank You to ...

·       the many men and women who worked hard day-in and day-out to provide refrigerators, air conditioners, and gliders to an economy that bought all that we manufactured.
·       the individuals that came forth to share these stories and memories with all of us.
·       those that have passed on and left the legacy to others.
·       those who helped to turn this document into a book.


Table of Contents 

The Early Days
Air Conditioning in Greenville
Working in Belding
Pranks
Lasting Relationships
The Last Days

LAW   My first memories of the shop came when I was just a small child.  I think I was about five years old and my Dad (Orval Basney, also known as Pedro or Pete) worked at the air conditioner plant in Belding.  It was a Saturday.  I'm not sure why we were at the plant, but I was allowed to walk in with him.  He worked in the paint department.  As we walked in, on the left was a trough filled with water and a bubbly mass of color.  The colors were yellow, turquoise, and pink.  They were so pretty.
          I remember that Dad stooped down and scooped up a handful of the sticky stuff and gave it to me.  It was very rubbery to the touch.  He then explained that was paint that was collected as overspray and fell into the water.  I don't remember much else about that, other than the smell.  I smelled that paint department smell many times over the years, once I hired in.
LAW   Another memory I had early on was when I was about 8 or 9.  It must have been contract time.  I remember Daddy coming home and announcing to us that it looked as though the plant  was going to relocate to Alabama or Mississippi (I can't remember which) and that, if it did, we were going to move with them.  What a scary thought.  I know that I told my Mom and Dad that I wasn't moving and that I would go live with Grandma instead.  I think it was because I wanted to stay in my school.  Of course, we lived in Lakeview and Grandma lived in Belding.  That wouldn't have worked.  In any case, they must have settled the contract.  I don't remember if there was a strike then or not.  Of course, we all experienced the contract years where the management threatened to move.  Just before they finally made the announcement, I recall my Dad saying, "They won't move.  It's just a scare tactic.  They've done that so many times over the years."  I replied, "Not this time, Daddy.  I think they're serious this time.  Things are so different.  The economy is different; the times are different."  And, as we all know, they did choose to move.  What a sad day for all of us, for our community, for our state, and for our country.
LAW   Another early memory was when I was about 12 or 13.  At that time, Daddy was foreman in the compressor department in Greenville.  It was a Saturday and he had to work a half day.  I got to go with him.  It was smelly!  The smell of the compressor oil and paint was not appealing whatsoever!  I met a lot of the people he worked with and later worked with many of them myself once I hired in.  I remember that there was a wild orange cat in there.  Mom had packed us a lunch which included tuna sandwiches.  I tried to pet the cat by luring him with the sandwich.  Daddy told me to stay away from him because he might bite me.  I was quite the animal lover so I continued to woo him to me.  I was eventually able to touch him, but that was about it.  Through the years, I know that many of us encountered stray cats and kittens in the shop.  They especially liked to get into the yellow fiberglass insulation and would often pee in it.  Do you remember?
LAW   Gibson's in our community was a family affair.  By that, I mean that often many members of the family would work there.  Over the years, both my Dad and Mom (Ruth Basney), both sisters (Raylene and Vicki Basney), my husband (John Wood Jr.), my brother-in-law and sister-in-law (Ron and Mary Wood), my stepson and stepdaughter (John Wood III and Valerie Palmer) and my son (Brandon Wood) all worked there.  Other family members that worked there were Jim Basney, John Louis Basney, John Wayne Basney, David Wood, Arnie and Linda Anderson, Jerry and Rhonda Wall, Harva Lou Raby, Debra Badge, Blanche Rohn, and probably others that I can't think to mention here.  As the largest employer and also one that paid a good wage, it was an easy place to get and keep a good job.

Gary Hansen                  


Today getting ready to spend some of the day at the park and have picnic lunch with Peyton. He reminded me of a memory. Brushing your teeth while in the shower is better way of knowing you wouldn't have toothpaste around your mouth off, when you went to work. Several times I got caught. Not only that, I curl my hair and forget to brush it out. Lloyd Loper remember you coming to work with one shoe differ then other. Always got some laughs out of great co workers.
Let's post some of the funny's things we did. Always fun to share.
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  Linda Lou Mason I put the repair man's hat in the freezer becomes he keep picking on me
 
  Kim DeKubber My funny things haven't stopped!
 
  Bonnie Frisbie I put black grease on BUD Coleman phone so when he answered phone he. Would have grease on his ear!
 
  Marsha Korson Tyler Really thought I see more comments then these.
 
  Mary Curler We used to fill big plastic syringes with water in (doors)paint dept. and shoot the people hanging condensers downstairs thru little holes in the wall.
 
  Janet Rasmussen I know my husband Dan Rasmussen did alot if pranks to people. He still laughs about them. Lol
 
  Marsha Korson Tyler He was always full of p**s and vinagar. Hi Dan.
 
  Karen Peiffer caught Madeline in final with her pants on inside out! Boy I still razz her about that!
 
  Joan Johnson I, and my partners in crime (Grace Hopkins, Vic Lehman, Sally Law) hung "designer" tails on every one we could!!!! smile emoticon
 
  Joan Johnson Linda Lou Mason & Bill Mason deep frying smelt on the line (Dept.244) then passing it around to everyone! YUM!
 
  Shirley Stevenson One time Hattie M. would answer the Forman's phone and just about knock anyone away who even thought about answering it, there was a different ring for outside calls, so I took my cell phone and would call the desk, when she would answer I would hang up. We must have did this 5 or 6 times in a row, she would get so mad because no one was on the phone!
 
  Marsha Korson Tyler Did Hattie ever figure out you was doing that?
 
  Linda Beech When it was really hot i would go wet down clean rags for everybody to put around their necks to cool down. one day i went in and got a maxi pad and wraped around Wendall Moody's neck. he thought it felt sooo good and couldn't figure why everyone was laughing. when he figured it out, i was in trouble.
 
  Shirley Stevenson I don't think she ever did Marsha!
 
  Leslie Anne Wood I like these funnies! Yes, I am going to write that book. This is the kind of stuff I'm looking for.
 
  Rhonda Larsen Evans when I worked in 212 we had a air popcorn popper & would pop corn for everyone on the line & sometimes it would short out a breaker in foam & shut it down for a hour or so until they got it going again. we would just sit back and enjoyed our popcorn until they got it running again.
 
  Karen Peiffer found one the the repair guys sleeping in his chair. took a fridge box, cut windows and a door in it and put it over him in the chair without him waking up. so he was in his own little fridge box when he woke up.
 
  Amanda Jo Thompson Filling in a department i was getting harassed endlessly for being unknown in that dept.wh-en i got home that day i had a hoodie hood full of screws that rained down on my head when i changed my shirt..lmao
 
  Amanda Jo Thompson Also working on top hinge watchin people try to picknup glued changed on the floor..always priceless!!
 
  Marsha Korson Tyler When I first started working there in 242 I had the job of screwing in light bulbs. You wore gloves, because after so many you start getting butlisters. Easy, then after break I started having lots of trouble screwing them in. Oh yea everybody was laughing so hard and finally one of the bulbs I picked up had lots of valaline on it and then I knew what they were laughing about. Remember doing that Harold?
 
Gil Jewell wow where would I start seeing as though I was known as the instigator where ever I worked just about lol . I guess one would be where we would have big water fights in the summer in dept 227 and one day 3 guys came up and held me and Gary M. poured ice culbs down the front of my pants hahaha . I took a pail of water down and poured it over our foremans head ( she had just got me wet ) got most of her paper work wet too . Jim Rittenbury came down and said that a bunch of frig's had just went to the repair hole all wet and if he heard of one more person throwing water we would all be fired lol . That was the end of that  smile emoticon Thats just one story of many lol

 Okay, that's it for now.  Again, this will only become a reality if YOU help!  You can email me at leslie@lawood.net or call me at 989-287-0167.  


Until later...

Leslie

Thursday, September 8, 2016

It's Been Awhile, But Here I Am Again!

Can't believe how long it has been since I have written anything in this blog.  Hope to be writing more regularly in the days ahead.

Speaking of writing, I have mentioned to many former Electrolux friends that I am writing a book about "Life on the Line."  I have it started!  I'm not sure if I'll ever have it done though!  I have met with several people at some local restaurants.  We've had great times reminiscing.  This gives me material to include as I write.

Others have sent me letters and/or pictures to use.  I am hoping to be able to attend an upcoming gathering on October 8, 2016.  Trouble is, there are so many people and so many stories bantered around, that I have a hard time capturing all the tidbits.  Anyhow, I am going to venture forth at it again and see where it takes me.

Also in the writing arena, I have signed up for some courses on writing and publishing your own works.  I am serious about doing this.  I might even have a work of fiction up my sleeve.  And, I have a couple of Christian books started and just recently began one on Leadership. I have a folder with many poems that I have written over the years.  A dear friend has set several of those to music and her group (The Gospel Singers) sings them locally and sells their CDs.

Okay, it's late (well, actually early!) and I need to be up by 4:30 to stay with the grandkids while Daddy goes to work.  I hope to talk with you all again tomorrow.  Encourage me, won't you?

Until then,

Leslie

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Why, God?

Did you ever ask God why something bad happened to you?  I think we've all been there at least once, and many of us have been in that predicament numerous times.  Tonight I've been thinking about the talents and gifts God has given me and thanking Him for them.  Then I began to wonder when it was that I knew I had these gifts, as I had never experienced them before I knew Him as my Savior.  Let me explain.

On February 26 of 1981, I was working second shift at Frigidaire in Greenville.  My husband worked first shift and our son was 4 years old.  Each day, I would load my son in the car about 2:45 p.m., head a couple of miles east to pick up my step-daughter who also worked there, and then meet John in the parking lot to give him Brandon and touch base on what had happened during the day.  I would then go on into work and John would come back home with Brandon.

Well, on one particular balmy day as I picked up Valerie and pulled back out into the road, I looked in my rearview mirror and saw a car EXTREMELY close to the back of my car.  There couldn't have been more than 12 inches between our cars!  I said "Look at that fool," and Valerie turned around to look.  She got a horrified look on her face and said, "Oh my God, it's Pat!"  Pat was her husband; they were in the midst of an ugly divorce proceeding.  She went on to say "He's going to kill me!"

I immediately slowed the car to about 40 mph and determined I'd lead Pat straight to the police station.  About that time, he pulled his car out around mine to pass.  As the back of his car drew even with the front of mine, he leaned over and pointed a gun out of the passenger window, aiming it straight at us.  I didn't think; I just reacted.  I pulled into a driveway that was right there.  Valerie pulled Brandon out of the seat and onto the floor behind my seat.  We both rolled up the windows (remember it was very warm...in the 60s that day).  Pat ran to the passenger side of my car, pulled the gun to his shoulder and standing about 6 inches from the door and with an ugly, smiling smirk, shot Valerie twice through the window.  As she slumped over in the seat, he headed back to his car that he had left running in the middle of the road and I fought to get out of the car, grab Brandon and get to the door of the house where we were.  Of course, there was no one home.

I got back into the car and returned the way I had come; I'm not sure why, other than that there was another girl from Frigidaire that lived directly across the road from Valerie's house and I knew she'd be home getting ready for work.  Needless to say, Valerie died that day.  She never regained consciousness, which I am thankful for, as she didn't experience the pain of the wound and the mental agony either.  I could not really describe Pat or the car to the policeman, but Brandon was able to give a complete description to the police and they caught him several hours later that night.  He went to trial and was found guilty and sent to prison.  One of the hardest things I've ever done was to look him in the eye and indicate that he was the one I had seen pull the trigger.  He died in prison last summer.  This might not be a Christian thing to say, but I was greatly relieved.  I had tried in my heart to forgive him over all of those years, but I'm not sure I was sincere.  I was always concerned that he would be paroled and come looking for Brandon and me, as we were the witnesses that put him behind bars (well, not exactly...it was his own evilness that did that).

At this time in my life, I didn't go to church and didn't know Jesus Christ as my personal Savior.  Oh, I truly believed in God, in Jesus, and in the Holy Spirit, but it was all head-knowledge.  I didn't have a relationship with the God of this universe.  About four years later, I walked in the door of Victory Baptist Church (a small church about 4 miles from my home) and have been there ever since.  I gave my heart to Christ on June 2, 1985 and have determined to serve Him and glorify Him in all I say and do (even though I do fall far short from that goal on many days).

As I grew in my faith, I recalled many times what had happened several years before and truly felt that God had not orchestrated that event, but that Satan had.  I believe God used what Satan had planned for evil and brought good out of it in my life.  I developed a lasting relationship with Jesus, gained a faith in Him that I could trust in, and learned that I had been blessed with talents and gifts that God wants me to use to glorify Him.  Two of those gifts involve the ability to organize and lead others and also the ability to teach others. 

As I learned to use the gifts God has blessed me with, my life changed for the better.  I reached out into uncharted waters at the factory where I worked and became a trainer and later the training manager for the plant.  I went back to college and completed my Bachelor and Master degrees.  I applied for and was hired as the Director of Workforce Development for the local community college where I worked for 12 1/2 years.  Last fall, I started my own business and I am currently the Executive Director of Leadership Montcalm, a non-profit that helps develop leaders in the community and educates and improves the skill base of those who are already in leadership roles.

I truly do not believe that I would be where I am at today, if February 26, 1981 had been an ordinary day like any other.  I believe I would have continued on thinking I would go to heaven because I was a good and kind person.  How wrong I was!  Not only have I had the opportunity to lead an interesting, exciting life here on earth, but I am assured that I will spend my eternity in the presence of Jesus because I have accepted the free gift of salvation that He offered to me. 

Have you?

Until we meet again,

Leslie

Sunday, October 7, 2012

Gettin' Your Red Flannels On!

Yep, it's October and it's time to dig out those red flannels!  And let it be known that Cedar Springs, MI is Red Flannel Country!  Everyone here has to have red flannels.  A couple of years ago, my son bought them for himself, his wife and all of his kids.  Of course, the kids have outgrown theirs, but Brandon still sports his.  In fact, this is Red Flannel weekend and he wore his (along with a pair of jeans) as he took the kids to the parade this afternoon.

I love this time of year!  September and October are my two favorite months.  I can't handle the heat of summer, but fall, oh yes!  It is perfect weather.  I love the smell of the leaves, the wind, the cooler temps.  The kids raked leaves this week and jumped into piles.  How I remember those days too.

So, this is short and sweet tonight.  Here is a picture of Brandon in his red flannels (taken a year or so ago during winter).

Till we meet again,

Leslie Anne



Friday, September 28, 2012

No Time, No Time ... I Got, Got, Got, Got, Got No Time!

Wow!  I can hardly believe September is almost gone!  And I haven't blogged all month.  My life is so busy, I can hardly find time to STOP!  No time to STOP and smell the roses.  No time to STOP and chat.  No time to clean house (oh no!).  No time for my friends and family!  And that's what I want to write about today!

We live in such a busy, hectic world that it takes time to STOP! And, thinking of the word, STOP, when did Michigan change it's driving laws.  When I went to school (I know, back in the dungeon days of the Dark Ages), we had to stop when we came to a corner with a STOP sign.  Have you ever watched people nowadays.  Approximately 75% DO NOT STOP!  And about 10% of that number barely slow down for the corner.  It's no wonder there are so many accidents or close calls!  And it's no wonder our insurance rates have skyrocketed!  Where is a policeman when these people are running STOP signs?  But, enough about that for today.

So, we don't think we have time.  But do we really?  I recently taught a segment about time management in my Efficient Studies class at MCC and will be teaching more about it soon.  So, am I practicing what I teach (not preach, but teach)?

What would you do if you were given $1440?  Would you spend it all at once?  Would you purchase something you've wanted but didn't have funds for?  Would you pay it on your bills, maybe an outstanding credit card debt?  Would you put it in the bank?  Or would you carry it around in your wallet or purse and let it nickel and dime you to death?

Well, just think of that 1440 in terms of minutes.  We have 24 hours in a day and 60 minutes in each of those hours.  That's 1440!  Now, what would you do with that 1440?  What DO you do with it?

I daresay we often squander it away without giving it a thought.  That's just like carrying 1440 dollar bills in our purse.  We spend $5 here, $10 there, and before you know it, it's all gone.  It's the same with minutes.  I sit down for a minute and it ends up 15.  I check my email and I end up on Facebook and I spend another 30 minutes.  We typically sleep for 400-500 of those minutes.  We spend another 150 eating, 60 getting ourselves ready for the day, and perhaps 120 watching television or movies in the evening.  How many minutes do we spend in the car commuting, sitting in drive-thrus?

Yes, everything we do takes time.  So, are we using our time wisely?  I know I'm not.  I waste time.  I use it up unknowingly many times; other times, I waste it deliberately.  What about you?  How are you spending your time?

Friday, August 31, 2012

What Am I Thankful For Today?

I shared a post online on Facebook earlier today.  It said something to the effect of "What if God gave you today only those things you thanked Him for yesterday?"  Where would I be?  What would I have?

That's a pretty sobering question.  Sometimes I'm very guilty of not spending much time talking to my Lord; at other times, I'm busy asking Him for help and don't do too much thanking Him for everything He's already done or provided for me. 

So, what would I have today?  Well, I think I would have:

John
Brandon
My grandkids (Annabelle, Brandson, Caleigh, Donna Jo)
My salvation
My home
My health
Food!

So what about all of the other things?  What about my sisters, my aunts and uncles, my cousins, my church family, my friends, my neighbors, the people I meet on the streets?  What about my country, my freedom, the sun, the moon and stars, the weather, the rain, the cooler temps, the ..., the ..., and the list goes on and on. 

And many times, when I am thanking Him, I'm thanking Him for the big stuff, but what about the little things too?  What about that sore toe where I stubbed it last night?  What about my kitties and doggies?  What about the food I've been able to can and freeze and store for future use?  What about my computer and electricity and propane and a fan and an air conditioner and my car and money to buy gas and the great deals I got at a yard sale and the neighbor guys who come for coffee every morning and the fire department and the pastors I've had over the years and my grade school teachers and my ability to speak several languages and my closet full of clothes and my office that John built for me and the hugs from my grandchildren and the air that I breathe and ... oh, there's just so much more.

Yes, EVERYTHING I have and all that I am, I owe to God.  Have I thanked Him?  Yeah, but not nearly like I should be thanking Him.  Can I thank Him more?  Most certainly; He wants me to commune with Him about those types of things as well as sharing my hurts and wants, my woes and needs, my victories and struggles.  He wants my fellowship and I want His.  So, I need to talk to Him and I need to listen.  I need to take time for Him.  After all, He's given the whole world and His Son for me.

Till we meet again,

Leslie Anne

Monday, August 27, 2012

Winter of My Life

Well, my post tonight is not something I've written, but borrowed from one, Arthur Miller.  I received this as an email.  I spent some time reflecting on it and thought you might too.  I've been feeling old lately: tired all the time, migraines, bones ache, hip is getting worse which makes walking and other activities difficult, have little patience with the grandkids, and the list goes on and on.  Then this comes across my desk.  So, I sit and reflect ... and think ... and wish ... and pass this along to you so you can do likewise.  If you're young, then act; if  you're older, then do what you can.

                      Winter of My Life
                      You know. . . Time has a way of moving quickly
                      And catching you unaware of the passing years.
                      It seems just yesterday that I was young,
                      Just married and embarking on my new life with my mate.
                      And yet in a way, it seems like eons ago,
                      And I wonder where all the years went.
                      I know that I lived them all...
                      And I have glimpses of how it was back then and of all my hopes and dreams...
                      But, here it is... The winter of my life and it catches me by surprise...
                      How did I get here so fast?
                      Where did the years go and where did my youth go?
                      I remember well...
                      Seeing older people through the years and thinking that those
                      Older people were years away from me and that winter was so far off
                      That I could not fathom it or imagine fully what it would be like...
                      But, here it is...
                      My friends are retired and getting grey....
                      They move slower and I see an older person now.
                      Some are in better and some worse shape than me...
                      But, I see the great change...
                      Not like the ones that I remember who were young and vibrant....
                      But, like me, their age is beginning to show and we are now those
                      Older folks that we used to see and never thought we'd be.
                      Each day now, I find that just getting a shower is a real target for the day!
                      And taking a nap is not a treat anymore... it's mandatory!
                      'Cause if I don't on my own free will... I just fall asleep where I sit!
                      And so, now I enter into this new season of my life unprepared
                      For all the aches and pains and the loss of strength and ability
                      To go and do things that I wish I had done but never did!!
                      But, at least I know, that though the winter has come,
                      And I'm not sure how long it will last...
                      This I know, that when it's over... Its over...
                      Yes, I have regrets.
                      There are things I wish I hadn't done...
                      Things I should have done, but indeed,
                      There are many things I'm happy to have done.
                      It's all in a lifetime...
                      So, if you're not in your winter yet...
                      Let me remind you, that it will be here faster than you think.
                      Whatever you would like to accomplish in your life, please do it quickly!
                      Don't put things off too long!!
                      Life goes by quickly. So, do what you can today,
                      As you can never be sure whether this is your winter or not!
                      You have no promise that you will see all the seasons of your life...
                      So, live for today and say all the things you want your loved ones to remember...
                      And hope they appreciate and love you for all the things
                      You have done for them in all the years past!!
                      Life is a gift to you.
                      The way you live your life is your gift to those who come after.
                      Make it a fantastic one.
                      ~ And, Remember ~
                      "It is health that is real wealth
                      And not pieces of gold or silver."

                      Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.
                      ~Arthur Miller

Till we meet again,

Leslie Anne

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Fixing My Temple


‎"Therefore, I urge you, brothers and sisters, in view of God’s mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God—this is your true and proper worship."
~ Romans 12:1(NIV)
"Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own;"
~ 1 Corinthians 6:18-20 (NIV)
 

I just finished reading my friend Carla's blog.  She told about visiting her mother who is suffering from COPD, due mainly to lifestyle habits that she never overcame.  Carla went on to express that she didn't have those particular habits as part of her lifestyle, but that she had others that could eventually result in debilitating illnesses later in life.  I can relate!

I also have some habits that need changing.  No, I don't smoke, never have.  I did drink for a period of a year or two in my early college years, but those days are since long gone.  No, my habits are those that we have a tendency to often smooth over or totally ignore.  They're ones that many people have and many see no problems with.  I'm speaking of the addiction to sweets and carbs and also my tendency to be sedentary.

Yes, I love sweets, always have.  Grandma and Mom used to bake endlessly.  I loved Gram's molasses cookies and Mom's date-filled sugar cookies.  We regularly had cakes, especially a chocolate malt cake!  And no bakes, yum yum good!  Ice cream was regularly known to be an integral part of our diets too.  And of course, our main meals focused on meat and potatoes, goulash and macaroni & cheese and other types of casseroles.  We would have a cooked vegetable at dinner and supper and we rarely ever had fresh fruit, unless it was bananas.  I hardly ever remember eating salads and those we did have were often laden with salad dressing, marshmallows and bananas.  We really did eat way too many starch-rich foods.  And one look at my middle today only affirms that.

The other habit that has slowly creeped up on me over the last 15 years is lack of exercise.  When I worked at Gibson's as floor inspector, it was typical for me to walk 8-10 miles in the course of my day.  Plus, I would come home and walk for another hour at night.  But once I moved away from that job and into the training department, much of the opportunity went by the wayside.  As I returned to college, I had little time for myself in the evenings, so the hourly walks soon ceased as well.  Then, as I transitioned to my job at MCC, I took even less opportunities to be active, nor did I make opportunities.  I can't just blame it on my job though.  I would come home late, bring home some type of takeout from town, eat, and go to bed.  Again, I've paid for it as I've watched the needle on the scale continue to relentlessly move to higher and higher numbers.

So, what's a girl to do.  Well, I need to get serious about making some changes in my life.  John has diabetes, so we really need to eat better.  I am trying to do more cooking at home and less eating out.  I'm also avoiding bringing home takeout meals.  (Mr. T's, the local pizzeria in town, knows me by voice! I may be a regular there, ya think?)  I'm trying to incorporate more vegetables into our meals and less starchy foods.  That's hard because we like our macaroni and potatoes, we like chocolate and ice cream, we like cakes and cookies.  And we don't particularly care for salads!  But, that doesn't mean that we shouldn't learn to like them.

I am looking more closely now at portion control as a starting point.  I know (intellectually) how much is a portion of each food group.  I am able to judge closely the amounts that I put on my plate.  I just have to learn to stick with those portions I'm alloted and not overindulge and not grab seconds.  I am doing less baking and also learning to pass up ice cream at night.  That's a biggie for me! 

The next thing I am doing is working on drinking more water.  I love Diet Coke, but even with that, I typically only drink 16-24 ounces a day.  And I may only drink 10-12 ounces of water daily.  That is not enough liquid!  I've heard that you need to divide your weight by 2 and then use that number as the number of ounces of water you need to drink daily.  For me, that's about three quarters of a gallon or 12-14 glasses daily.  So, I need to begin by drinking more water.  As I start to do that, I intend to cut back on the soda.  My goal is to wean myself away from soft drinks entirely.  I know I can do that.

The last obstacle is to get moving.  That one is more difficult right now, as the ole hip just won't let me do that.  But, I can start by doing some weight bearing exercises.  I do have hand weights.  I intend to start doing several repetitions of exercises with these daily.  I know that gurus say you should do aerobic exercise one day and weight exercises the next and keep alternating.  But, until I can do the aerobic, I've got to get in the habit of doing something.  And one more thing, the MCC pool will be reopening soon.  I intend to get there a minimum of once weekly and do 30-45 minutes of water walking, provided my hip can handle it.

Well now, I've written all of this down and posted it for the world to see.  So, I encourage each one of you that is reading this to ask me how I'm doing once in awhile.  I need someone to hold me accountable and that someone is you.  Will you help me to make my "temple" more pleasing to God? 


Monday, August 13, 2012

Perseids?

So, did you watch the Perseids meteor shower Saturday night?  It comes around about this time every year.  I sat out until I had counted 50 "shooting stars!"  That took until about 2:00 a.m. and I'm sure I didn't see all of them that were out there during that 1.5 hour time frame.  I think it's supposed to continue for a few days yet.

Those shooting stars were so pretty!  Some of them were so quick and light that I had to think about whether I was really seeing anything or not.  Others were so vibrant that I felt stirred to my core.  One in particular was a bright orange.  It was thick and long and came straight down toward the earth, leaving a glowing tail for a couple of seconds.  There were several others that glowed bright white and I even saw a green tinted one and a blue one. 

I remember one August night in 1973. We had taken the kids to the drive-in movie just south of Greenville. We had a pickup truck then, so the kids were all piled in the back. Well, they caught sight of a shooting star, and then another and then another! That's all it took. None of us watched the movie, but spent the rest of that time watching skies. How delightful!

Now, let me tell you, many folks believe in the Big Bang theory.  Well, it's much harder to believe in that than to believe that God created all of this beauty, majesty and wonder Himself!  After all, if you do believe in the Big Bang, who created the building blocks?  Who created the atoms and ions, the protons, neutrons and electrons?  God did!  And I totally believe that He formed those atoms and ions into planets and stars and placed them in certain positions in the universe! 

In any case, I am so thankful that God placed Earth right here and placed me on it.  And I know that some day He will return to set foot on this earth.  After His rule of 1000 years, He will destroy what we know of it and will recreate it into a new earth, one with perfectness and no sin, one where the lion will lay down with the lamb.  I can hardly wait!