This past weekend we had the monthly sleep over with our grandchildren, we have 5 grandchildren the oldest, Willow, being 6 years old the youngest, Cooper, is 25 months. The rule is that the grandchildren can sleep over when they start sleeping through the night so this past sleep over was the first for the youngest. We were concerned that he might wake up during the night and forget where he was and start crying which could lead into becoming inconsolable. I'm happy to report that he slept through the night without a problem. I kept waking up throughout the night listening and going in and checking on all of them, no problems. Yay!

Do you know the difference between a million and a billion? On my radio show yesterday I talked a little about that, now I knew that there was a difference, obviously, but I didn't know the difference was so huge. Get this, 1 million minutes is a little less than 2 years whereas 1 billion minutes is 1,902 years! That's crazy! When it's put into minutes and years it's easier to comprehend than when it's in dollars, for me anyway. I thought that was interesting so if you missed my show yesterday that's one of the things I talked about. 


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I'm Back

As you may have figured out by now I'm not a computer person nor do I claim to be, which is why I haven't done anything with this blog for almost a year and a half! I knew it had been a long time but I sure didn't know it had been THAT long. Anyway, with that being said you're probably wondering why I have a blog to begin with. I have a blog because sometimes I have good stories, pictures and information to share and this is a good place to do that. I also have a radio show, Living Way Out Here, that I share a lot of these things on, my show is on M-Th 8:00 - 9:00 AM Pacific time. Find me at www.justmeasurescs.com and listen in, there's a chat room that you can join in on too.  I've committed to being more diligent on this blog, I'll be publishing items that I hope will be of interest to you and pictures or stories that I hope will be enjoyable.  So, just this morning I read on my show a short story that just might make you sit back and think about something, I hope you like it.
                                         

The Stranger

 A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger 
who was new to our small town. From the beginning, 
Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer 
and soon invited him to live with our family. The 
stranger was quickly accepted and was around 
from then on. 

As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my 
family. In my young mind, he had a special niche. 
My parents were complementary instructors: Mom 
taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey. 
But the stranger. He was our storyteller. He would 
keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and comedies.
If I wanted to know anything about politics, history 
or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the first major league ball game. He made me laugh, and he made me cry. The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn't seem to mind. 

Sometimes, Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say,and she would go to the kitchen for peace and quiet.
(I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.) 

Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the stranger never felt obligated to honour them. 
Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home - not from us, our friends or any visitors. Our long time visitor,however, got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush.
My Dad didn't permit the liberal use of alcohol but the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly, and pipes distinguished. 
He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing. 

I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked

And NEVER asked to leave. 

More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first. Still, if you could walk into my parents' den today, you would still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.

His name? 

We just call him 'TV.'

(Note: This should be required reading for every household!)

He has a wife now....we call her 'Computer.'

Their first child is "Cell Phone".

Second child "IPod "

And JUST BORN a couple of years ago WAS a Grandchild: 

IPAD

                         
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Monday - Thursday from 8:00 - 9:00 AM Pacific on www.justmeasurescs.com