A Twelve Month Commitment - Will You Join Me???

New Button for this Challenge - It will be on my sidebar!!

A twelve month commitment to anything is really tough for most of us. But there has been an idea in my mind for a while, and it has sat on the back burner simmering for too long.
I can think of several people right now who would so appreciate a heart felt hand written card or letter send in the mail to their mailbox. Not a phone call, not a text, not an email, but a tangible letter they can hold in their hands and know that someone cared enough to take the time to send them a greeting.

So out of this idea, I am going to commit to sending at least one card or letter to someone once a month, most of the times it will be more than one. I am going to report once a month and will call the post:

FIRST, FIFTH, FOREVER That translates to The FIRST of the month, the FIFTH day, and a FOREVER stamp being used, or changing someone's life in an instant or forever, just by a little time and a card.

Letter writing is a dying thing, in our busy worlds we live in, we don't take the time for such things anymore. Is there someone who you have never told how much they meant to you? What about someone who goes out of their way to make you smile, is there a lonely relative who would love to receive a special greeting? I am sure you could think of a few to send.

I heard so many people this year say they were not sending Christmas cards due to the prices of things this year. I am sorry to say, I had to agree, but came up with an idea of buying a book of Forever stamps every other month and set them aside for the holidays. That way, once it is time to send Christmas greetings, I already have the stamps and it is nothing out of my pocket at the time. I think that is a great idea and very doable for most.

If there is enough interest in my First, Fifth, Forever post coming once a month and you'd like to join in, let me know in the comment section.  I will put up a link and we can all share in this project, inspire each other and read how we are changing someone's life a little each month.

Since I just brainstormed this idea, the first post will not be until Friday, I have got to give my self a little time to get my letter out and decide who to send it to. 

And if anyone knows how to make a button for this project, I'd be so grateful if you could pass on the how to, I'd love to have one, but am clueless on how to do it!!!

My Parents Warped My Thinking

Well, the holidays are over, and most all of the goodies are gone too. That means I guess I am back to some type of a diet. Yuk!

This is want is left from the chex mix. This morning, I decided that my parents warped my mind as a child and ruined my thinking on chex mix. Let me explain.

My grandma made chex mix when I was a little girl, however she called it "trash" but it was the same. As a little girl, I was perfectly happy eating the peanuts and not worrying about the different nut variety in the mix, it was all the same. Until I noticed my mom picking out the cashews. I asked her why she was doing that and she told me those were the best, her favorite. Next, I noticed my dad picking out the Brazilian nuts and the pecans. And again, he said they were the best. Now, my dad was sorta selfish, and would not or at least tried to keep me from eating the pecans and Brazilian nuts, proclaiming I would not like them. Hum....as a kid, I no longer settled for the peanuts....I wanted what my parents claimed to be the best, and it was not the peanuts.

 And 30 something years later, my parents influence still holds true. The peanuts are almost all that is left. I did manage to find a half a cashew this morning and an almond. I savored the flavor, and now I am done with the mix as all "the good" nuts are gone.

I'd like to say thanks mom and dad, because as a little girl, this chex mix would still be just fine, but now....It is destined to either the squirrel feeders or the "trash" because you convinced me that these nuts were not good and there were better choices. Luckily, all that is really left is the crumbs and the peanuts.  I think this is one time I should not have listened to my parents! Just sayin'