For as long as I can remember, I have been a Journaler – I’m pretty sure that’s not a word, but we all know what I’m talking about.  I have books dating back to my preteens and a current one beside my bed.  I think journaling along with collecting is somehow embedded in my DNA.  I know that my grandfather practiced it, and I began before I knew that he too recorded bits of his days in a day planner.  In my early twenties, he told me that His journals someday will belong to me.  I’m sure my children, when they are grown and I am senile, will find mine more than entertaining.  Even now, I get a good laugh at some of my earlier musings.  When I was younger, I added much more than words to mine.  I glued things, drew things, and depending on my age at the time, you might find anything from concert tickets to magazine clippings.  My more recent journals include:  recipes, lists, goals, ideas, books to read, and things my kids have said, done, or given me.  It is also where I keep my ongoing To Do lists.  It’s nice to look back, when I’m wondering what in the world I did last week, and read that I really did actually get a lot done.  Now, I’m as busy as the next person, and I know how we all like to think we are busier than the next person, but really, it takes less time than brushing your teeth, and its a wonderful ending to a good or bad day.

The reason I’m hanging this all out, I am giving you background to the origin of some of the tid-bits of information I’m about to share.  I’m not sure where some of  it originally came from- some of it I do.  Some of it I wrote, and some of it is borrowed.  When I do know which is which, I will give credit where credit is due.  The following I found in my Journal that dates back to my first year of marriage- that’s ten years ladies. I’m not indulging anything personal, so don’t worry- just pieces. Enjoy!