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Oh the Places You’ll go!…by Dr. Suess

FOR Shauna and Marnie who graduate this month!


Today is your day.
You’re off to Great Places!
You’re off and away!

You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose.
You’re on your own.  And you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.

You’ll look up and down streets.  Look ’em over with care.
About some you will say, “I don’t choose to go there.”
With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet,
you’re too smart to go down any not-so-good street.

And you may not find any
you’ll want to go down.
In that case, of course,
you’ll head straight out of town.

It’s opener there
in the wide open air.

Out there things can happen
and frequently do
to people as brainy
and footsy as you.

And when things start to happen,
don’t worry.  Don’t stew.
Just go right along.
You’ll start happening too.


You’ll be on your way up!
You’ll be seeing great sights!
You’ll join the high fliers
who soar to high heights.

You won’t lag behind, because you’ll have the speed.
You’ll pass the whole gang and you’ll soon take the lead.
Wherever you fly, you’ll be the best of the best.
Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.

Except when you don’t
Because, sometimes, you won’t.

I’m sorry to say so
but, sadly, it’s true
and Hang-ups
can happen to you.

You can get all hung up
in a prickle-ly perch.
And your gang will fly on.
You’ll be left in a Lurch.

You’ll come down from the Lurch
with an unpleasant bump.
And the chances are, then,
that you’ll be in a Slump.

And when you’re in a Slump,
you’re not in for much fun.
Un-slumping yourself
is not easily done.

You will come to a place where the streets are not marked.
Some windows are lighted.  But mostly they’re darked.
A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin!
Do you dare to stay out?  Do you dare to go in?
How much can you lose? How much can you win?

And IF you go in, should you turn left or right…
or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite?
Or go around back and sneak in from behind?
Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find,
for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.

You can get so confused
that you’ll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place…

…for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.

That’s not for you!

Somehow you’ll escape
all that waiting and staying.
You’ll find the bright places
where Boom Bands are playing.

With banner flip-flapping,
once more you’ll ride high!
Ready for anything under the sky.
Ready because you’re that kind of a guy!

Oh, the places you’ll go! There is fun to be done!
There are points to be scored.  there are games to be won.
And the magical things you can do with that ball
will make you the winning-est winner of all.
Fame!  You’ll be famous as famous can be,
with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.

Except when they don’t.
Because, sometimes, they won’t.

I’m afraid that some times
you’ll play lonely games too.
Games you can’t win
’cause you’ll play against you.

All Alone!
Whether you like it or not,
Alone will be something
you’ll be quite a lot.

And when you’re alone, there’s a very good chance
you’ll meet things that scare you right out of your pants.
There are some, down the road between hither and yon,
that can scare you so much you won’t want to go on.

But on you will go
though the weather be foul
On you will go
though your enemies prowl
On you will go
though the Hakken-Kraks howl
Onward up many
a frightening creek,
though your arms may get sore
and your sneakers may leak.

On and on you will hike
and I know you’ll hike far
and face up to your problems
whatever they are.

You’ll get mixed up, of course,
as you already know.
You’ll get mixed up
with many strange birds as you go.
So be sure when you step.
Step with care and great tact
and remember that Life’s
a Great Balancing Act.
Just never forget to be dexterous and deft.
And never mix up your right foot with your left.

And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.)


be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray
or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O’Shea,
you’re off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So…get on your way!

To All the Men who step Up…

To dad, Father, Sir, Pa, Poppa, Stepfathers, Best friends, Heros, Grandparents, Uncles, Brothers everywhere…Happy Fathers Day!

Today is Fathers Day, a Day that for many that will bring Love, Laughter, memories and Great Food!  Children everywhere will at some point remembering something their father did or said that makes them smile.  Others may remember with sadness due to loss, be it death, divorce or a parting of the ways…the man who stood so tall in their heart, albeit with sadness…they will remember, and the day shall pass with stories told of yesterday…those pieces of our mind that hold strong to the one person who took our hand and helped us learn life lessons of today. Some Fathers Golf, some play ball, some build tree houses and decks, some ride the road, some man the home…but with their time and their commitment memories are built. Heart are strengthened, broken and repaired when needed.  Our relationships with outsiders are influenced by the the bonds we forge.  The string is given for freedom and independence and it our choice to take it where we may.

My memories of my father are strong.  He was the first man to take my hand, hold my heart and he was the first to break it.  He encouraged me when I was younger, he disciplined me when it was necessary, and he bravely ventured into the world of driving lessons.  He provided life lessons based on the few stories he shared when we were younger, and years later he held tight to my mothers hand when she lay dying of cancer. I remember taking his arm when we were in the water at the beach over the years, his arm when he walked me down the aisle, his shoulder when I divorced.  He encouraged me when I went back to school, and teased me about it becoming a life long job.  He remained in my my younger years my white knight.  Our relationship was the one where in a room of people we were silent, but alone could talk up a storm.  He knew things outside of the realm of just being Daddy, and he embraced my children with a love that held no bounds.  He read books I never thought of and he had a knowledge that was vast, amazing me each time he shared those morsels.  He had his chair that we remained clear of, the TV remote was his at night and he could make a fire when we were camping, and he always made the perfect marshmallow in the embers that my siblings and I clamored to copy (my youngest daughter would make him proud in this arena…she is the Marshmallow queen!).  He sat at the table as we discussed many an embarrassing topics, sharing in our day, our adventures and our laughter.

Over the years we have parted ways,both remaining stubborn in our resolve, quiet in our disillusionment, and silent on the vast gulf between us.  Disillusioned in the choices made and our owns hurts prevent us from coming together, but I hold on to the memories of yesterday, for they are the memories of my childhood. I remember camping in the rain, card games that I never really took a liking to, trips to the beach where he carried us over the hot sand.  I remember getting caught calling him “Old man” to my uncle (yupp something I never repeated!), and him scaring the heck out of us at the latest ‘Jason’ Movie on TV.  He had a quirky sense of humor, he worked hard and he listened when we needed him.

 I share with my children the joys and heartache of growing up, and I encourage them to remain open to communicating in their relationships with others.  Today the girls will call their father, and wish him a Happy Fathers Day, and they too will laugh and share the stories created growing up.  Today they will celebrate the men who stepped up and support them when they need, teasing and taunting with hopes of old age creeping upon.

Today I will send out a silent Happy Fathers Day to my own father, knowing he is on the golf course with hundreds of others dads listening to the birds, chasing the ball down the fairway…doing what he does best…making memories with my brother. For the resolve he taught me, for the strength he showed  Thank you.  I will even send one to my ex husband, because without him…I would not have this adventurous ride as a mother I have had, nor the tales to share.


Happy Fathers Day to all the Men who step up…

Always use Pencil in the Budget!

Grade 8 brings Promises, Purchases and Points to Ponder for the Future.

June is here and our home is full of flutter, activity, scheduling, rescheduling and the promise of Grade 8 graduation in just a few short days.  The excitement is contagious, and we are making pans for the summer…plans that will require budgeting for sure, so I bring out my book, my template and I rework the numbers to see where we can focus on for the month of June and its necessities.  One young lady is very excited about the whole Hair, nails and dressy shoes, and we smile as she carries on the conversation.  This is a time of firsts for her, first ‘date’ to Grad, first boyfriend at 14, first time getting her hair in an updo, that Mom hasn’t done…and first time she will walk across the stage opening doors to High school.

Needless to say, as a single parent this requires some budgeting…and I have met some wonderful friends who have helped me change my reckless path into something positive. Gone are the days of  “I’ll worry about it later” are here…but amazingly…tomorrow is offering a rainbow where dark clouds previously existed.  I sat here this morning, looking at this months Budget and realized…after shoes, hair, nails, pretty dresses, personal items, and transportation…after all is said and done…I will have 6.47 left over!  

Admittedly, we were able to participate in the ‘Cinderella project’  http://www.londoncinderellaproject.com/ this year, so my daughters Dress was provided at no charge (and was not added into the budget), however, shoes, hair, nails and the extras come at a cost…and then add the dinner with friends, transportation, the after party…we’ve covered it all, and they laughed when I added my 6.47 cents to the savings jar.  I smiled at their laughter, because they are as encouraged as I am by the positive changes that we have managed to embrace this past year.  We work together with the grocery list, adding our win fall of coupons to the pile, we price match, and I have a nice stock pile built up in the storage room, and freezer, so we have very few nights were we are going…hmmmmm what to make, what to make…We encourage freedom when cooking, and have learned that we can make a wonderful dinner out of left overs, and enjoy at the same time.  Waste not want not…right?  Groceries have gone from 425 every two weeks, to just under 200.00 one week and less than 100.00 another!  Couponing has its advantages, and you do not have to be an extreme couponer to truly win! One trip to Costco, is a whole month of meet for a table that can at times feed anywhere up to eight people!  (Hint to the neighborhood…if you cannot find your child call here, they usually are parked in my living room, or in the back yard…)

I can feed seven hungry children easily with the following recipe, for LESS than  .90 per serving!


1 pound lean ground beef

1 can steewed tomatoes

1 onion diced

1/2 c. mushrooms

1 pkg. Catelli smart pasta (they wont know 😉

2 celery stalks

1/2 gr. pepper diced 

1 jar spaghetti sauce  (Im going to try canning my own this fall)

3 c. shredded cheese

1.c parmigiana cheese grated


Brown ground beef; add diced vegetables, tomatoes and spaghetti sauce, let simmer while you boil water for pasta.  Mix with parmesan cheese and toss into large baking dish.  Cover with grated cheese and place in oven at 375 degrees for 35 minutes.  I also make my own garlic butter and will butter a loaf of bread.  All the kids call me mom…my kids call me crazy, my pocket book is sighing a huge sigh of relief.



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Sharing a Post from a Friend

This year has been a Year of change for the girls and I…we have undertaken the daunting task of budgeting.  We are living to tell the tale, albiet it not without some fall backs.  We stand up, wipe ourselves off, admonish our choice and start again…after all that is what life is about!  On this journey of discovery, I have enjoyed learning from two valuable resources….Gail Vaz-Oxlade and A Lovely Couple found at Canadian Budget Binder  aka Mr. and Mrs. CBB.

Mr. CBB’s cheeky humor (he is a Brit after all), combined with his nonsensical approach to budgeting, combined with his love of all things food…lol…I love to see the crock pot adventures he embarks upon.  His latest creation touched my spicy side…and I am choosing to share his recipe today, then I will post my own chili recipe tomorrow for your enjoyment.  Feel free to give his site a look you’ll be glad you did!


Mr.CBB’s Slammin Crockpot Chili $6.50.