It's all about Donna

I wish I could take credit for this nifty little find, but I can’t. A new connection actually found it first. Curiosity got the best of me, so I had see what the Word Cloud was all about. You can enter random words, a URL, whatever you want, and it will create a jumble of words. Pretty neat. This is my Word Cloud.

“Find a purpose in life so big it will challenge every capacity to be at your best.” ~David O. McKay

I came across this quote today. I think we all have this capacity. I know I do. I strive to be at my very best every day. I don’t always succeed; I do try, though.

I think having purpose is like having a job. Everyone needs purpose. Sometimes you have to be quiet to discover what your purpose is. I know that sounds almost like a cliche, but it’s a fact that we all know so well. To gain the guidance and know your purpose, you have to be quiet and listen.

Your purpose may be for a few hours, a day, a week. Each purpose has a different time frame and we never know what that might be. Be mindful and listen. You too will find your purpose.

My purpose today is making people smile. What’s yours?

I don’t know that making time is really the right title for this post, but I’m gonna run with it.

I don’t seem to have enough time to half of the things I want to do. If you want to do something, you are supposed to ‘make time’ for the activity. Well, I think that is much easier said than done. Try as I may, even when I plan and make time, I still don’t feel like I have near the time I need to do all the things I want to do.

Am I doing too much? I don’t feel like I am doing any more than when I was younger. Maybe I am kidding myself. Maybe I really am doing too much, and maybe I really just don’t have the time, made or otherwise, to do it all.

Like my friend in my last post, I want to write more. Now while time is an issue, it is not the factor here. There just hasn’t been anything worth jotting down. I will have to see what I can do about that. I may have to change my format a little. Like so many things in life, this blog has matured and it’s not always about Donna.

Happy New Year! I know that sounds trivial but it is sincere. I always look forward to the end of December and the beginning of the new year with an informal tradition started quite a few years when I was invited to a friend’s house to ring in the new year. We didn’t get to do it last year for a lot of reasons. I remember calling my girlfriend to let her know it was just wrong to not be at her house for the event. This year we didn’t miss the opportunity.

An enjoyable evening with my ranch friends Kate and Jheroen, Jeff and Kathy (hosts), Sandy and Chris. An intimate evening with good friends, good food, and a good time.

At the stroke of midnight, we toasted in the new year. I resolve to be a better friend. I think I’m a pretty good friend now, but there is always room for improvement. And these people have been very good friends to me, so it is my turn to start returning the favor.

I know this post is a bit disjointed. Funny. I ran across a term paper I had to write in high school. Even back then, the one markup I got was for making disjointed statements. I can see I come by the character flaw honestly.

So I shall continue my tradition of being disjointed, and close this post.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

The Worms Crawl In, the Worms Crawl Out

It would seem that North Texas has been infested with army worms. They can strip a field clean in a matter of hours. Farmers battled them years ago with strong pesticides. Problem is, these same pesticides also wiped out most of the worms’ natural enemies. As a result, they’re out of control. I realize the stat of Texas may not think so, but I do. My property survived a flood. Then it survived drought. It survived cow pen daisies. And now, it has worms. It was looking so good. The Bermuda grass was choking out the weeds and the daisies were under control after countless hours of mowing. Now it has worms. They’ve eaten everything. They’ve grown from little inch-worm looking things, to full-size fat, gluttonous predators. Next will be the moth phase, and the cycle will start all over. There are not enough birds or chickens to eat them all.

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