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The hardest part for any journey is getting started. Why start something new, when you’re comfortable in how things are currently? Prime example, me and my new blog “On the Road to 60: The Journeys We Take.” You may recall that ten years ago I started my “50 Weeks to 50” blog (see 50 Weeks
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It was over before you knew it. My one minute of fame had come and gone just like that…wait, let me snap my fingers on my right hand, it’s much louder…okay, gone just like that! *** If you haven’t noticed, I silently skipped a blog post last week. You know how it is
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I lay down upon the board which sways along with the gentle waters of the harbor. I am grateful to be able to relax on such a beautiful blissful morning. I close my eyes, and am kissed by the sun…as I lay there enjoying the sunshine on my face, the board starts to move side
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B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O, and BinGLO was its nameo…wait what? Yup, I’m talking about Kozmik BinGLO, Sycuan Casino’s twist on your typical bingo night. When anyone brings up playing bingo at a casino, I envision little old retired ladies spending away their pension dollars and double fisting their markers (aka daubers) on a table full of
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I don’t know about you, but underwear always seems so binding. And if you’re wearing a dress that’s just a little clingy, you see lines and maybe a little bit of the love handles. Well, I decided to stop wearing underwear for my 50 Weeks to 50 journey. Bras are still okay, I need to
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Get off the freeway, stop and enjoy the colorful gift that nature provides at the Flower Fields at Carlsbad Ranch. I remember back when I was a little girl and my family drove south on the 5 freeway to visit relatives in San Diego. I would look out the car window in awe at
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“Meet George Jetson. His boy Elroy. Daughter Judy. Jane his wife.” The Jetson’s was one of my favorite cartoons as a kid, and still is. The idea of that space age lifestyle, pressing a button and having a meal ready, having a robot maid Rosie, walking your dog Astro on the outdoor pad, was so
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It’s raining, it’s pouring, and Jemma is…I’ve got nothing… *** I hear the constant pattern of raindrops on my concrete rooftop, enough to keep me from falling back asleep. Every now and then the pattern is broken by the swishing sound of the winds against tree branches, whipping off layers of Eucalyptus bark. A Saturday
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Ahhh, such a dreamy sunny morning as I walk my horse along the reflective waters of the stream. My family castle in view just beyond the river’s bend. Wait…I see something ahead, blinding, coming towards me. Dear me, is that a knight in shining armour? I am prepared. My longsword is kept beside me
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Ladies and gentlemen, I have gathered you all here today to bring you salvation. Can I hear an amen? Amen! Each and everyone of you carries the answer to your own salvation. Because my friends, salvation is within all of you. Salvation is in your heart; your love is your salvation. Hallelujah! *** I went
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Inspiration comes in many forms. I wanted to do something this week to commemorate the Winter Olympics. When I saw the funky outfits being worn by the Norwegian Curling team, I was inspired that curling would be the sport to honor. Curling didn’t look that hard. It seemed like bocce ball or shuffleboard on ice,
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On the Road to 60 