Census Bureau News — Profile America Facts for Features Father’s Day: June 21, 2015

Fun Facts about Fathers: Census Bureau News — Profile America Facts for Features Father’s Day: June 21, 2015.

My dad was pretty awesome. I’ll be giving thanks that he was in my life on this Father’s Day, just like everyday.

I so wish everyone had a father like mine. Too many don’t have the comfort of a good father or father figure or parent in their life. I am so glad that my nephews are amazing father’s who would move sun, moon, and stars to care for their children and their wives.

Of all the gifts my father gave to me, the two I joke about the most are the small, gappy teeth, and the wide, wide, wide feet. But the best gifts he gave are not seen but felt in the heart.

May your heart be filled with all good things.

Dads Old Smile CIRCLE

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Posted by on June 13, 2015 in Uncategorized


Memorial Day Memories: 2015

This afternoon my mom said that she would go out and mow the lawn. I asked if it was dry enough from earlier rains, and she hoped it would be so. However, she no sooner opened the garage door and started the mower when it not only rained again, but in a torrential downpour with nasty and whipping winds. It only lasted a few minutes, but it left leaves and small branches scattered. She turned it off, shut the garage door, and returned to the house.

When she said that she would mow, I was laying down to read and nap. I didn’t feel one bit guilty because I buried my cat Daisy this morning, with help from my nephew Chris and brother Bruce. Since she passed on in January, my brother has kept her on ice for me so that we could wait until the ground would be more kind. For one moment of fright while digging, we cut through what we thought was a root, but turned out to be an electrical wiring.

Fortunately, a few years ago our home was separated from the farm electricity. Today, our home did NOT lose power, nor did any of the barns, and my brother did not get electrocuted. I am not about to forget this burial of my beloved Daisy. She whom my dad chose and then she chose to thank him for her freedom from farm life with all of her days. She is now in the earth my dad cared for all of his days.

This evening I keep in prayer all who have served in the military. I give thanks that nephews Bill and Ben and uncles Ralph, Jim M., and Robert all came home to live out their lives. Many cousins have served as well. May all have peace of mind, respect, and find joy in life. For some, it’s more difficult than others.

A cloud with the rainbow beneath it.

A cloud with the rainbow beneath it.

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Posted by on May 26, 2015 in Uncategorized


Lessons of the Day: May 2, 2015

Today I learned a few things…

I can be ready on time! That would be when I think I’m to be somewhere at 10 a.m., but the event is actually going to be at 11 a.m.

It’s very hard to find the Russ’ restaurant in Grand Rapids on 28th street … when you use GPS to search for Bill Knapp’s instead.

So much for my old argument to live in Michigan: We don’t have earthquakes (at least of any consequence), but today’s 4.2 totally shook me!

I also learned how to repair a grumpy printer: Buy a new one (at Office Depot on West Main’s location – going out of business – 1/2 off printers) and set it on the old one! It has only been printing when I systematically do 4 separate things in a specific order between each and every print request. Not so when I set the new one on it – it printed just fine and dandy all evening.

Lastly, stopping at Goodwill for directions can be costly. At least it’s for a good cause … and they had much desired bathrooms.

The profile of a tiger cat's face saying,

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Posted by on May 3, 2015 in Uncategorized


I Think I’m Sick

I think I’m sick.
I just feel … ick.

My eyes are red and blurry and have sprung a leak.
And while taking antibiotics, my toots absolutely reek.

I’m so filled with snot,
I feel like my tummy’s full … but I haven’t eaten, so it’s not.

My ears and throat and eyes and face ache.
It seems there’s only decongestants and Tylenol in my wake.

Each time I swallow,
it feels as if cut glass follows.

My head feels so swollen, it must be the size of a hot air balloon,
And my eyes are so puffy, I probably look like a raccoon.

There’s ringing in my left ear and no hearing in my right.
If someone were to attack me now, they’d get quite a fright.

My voice is not much different than the sound of crunching gravel,
At least people can’t hear my usual babble.

My cat is so distraught by my whining and nose blowing,
She’s sleeping at the other end of the house under the pile of fabric for sewing.

The dog is so tired of hearing me sneeze and cough without any poise,
He’s pawing at the television remote to find a better noise.

I hope you don’t get what I’ve got.
You deserve better than days filled with snot.

Sepia tone photo of a bare tree in the winter across a snowy road.

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Posted by on April 8, 2015 in Uncategorized



My Daffodil has longevity. She was diagnosed one year and one month ago with kidney failure. Our vet gave her from 2 months to one year to live from that horrible moment in time. Today, she is one month past her potential expiration date. Amen!!!

It’s been a long year, a year of many disagreements about her meals, a year of surprises at losing her sister first, a year of joy in celebrating their lives, and a year of contemplating the value of life.

In that same vein, yesterday would have been my niece Erin’s 36th birthday. She made it to her 26th birthday. We did not know when we celebrated that joyous event in the home of our friend Lynn that six months, one week, and two days later she would die suddenly in a motor cycle accident. Life is precious and short.

Between the three of us, Lynn, Erin, and I, we all thought Lynn would be the first to go, because she has a disease that is known to shorten life. (Seriously, we talked about these things … and so very much more. I miss those talks, laughs, and hiccups that followed.) We thought I’d be next, because I’m a chunky monkey and the least active of the three of us. But no, it was Erin, our vivacious, intelligent, talented, and inspiring friend who left us first.

We never know the order of things. Sure, there’s the most likely order, but that doesn’t stop life from interfering. Too many friends and family are enduring cancer and other illnesses at this time. Remember to love your loved ones while we get to have them in our lives here on earth. I send my love to all of mine, those here on earth and those otherwise engaged.

It’s spring. Go forth and enjoy the Daffodils and Erins of the world!

A diluted calico cat with a white chest and gray and peach on her back and face sits on a mauve chair with a quited head rest. It reads, "Kim Marei's Daffodil, Not that one can own a Cat."View PostTwo friends in their mid-twenties. One standing, One sitting. One lives today, One is missed greatly. Signed, "A moment in the life of two friends. - Kim Marie"

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Posted by on April 8, 2015 in Uncategorized


Missing Easter

I am bummed. I’ve been traveling for work during Holy Week, so I’ve  missed most of the services. And now I have ear and sinus infections, so I missed the Good Friday service, and I’ll miss Easter Sunday’s service.

I can see why some people are C & E people (attending church only on Christmas and Easter Sundays). Those are two of the most celebratory services in the year. I enjoy church all year, but these two services are celebrations of joyous events: A Savior is born at Christmas and a Savior rises from death to grant us eternal life at Easter. There is definite reason to rejoice in these events.

However, I can celebrate in my heart no matter where I am. Since I’m not contagious, we’re still planning on having friends over for dinner. I’ll listen to a past sermon in the morning and get the Pysanky eggs out to decorate the table in the afternoon. May your Easter be delightful in every way.

Wire chicken basket with Pysanky dyed eggs inside - mostly blues and greens with some reds.

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Posted by on April 5, 2015 in Uncategorized


Warts of Worry

My mom always said that the only wart my dad ever had was his wife, the worry wart. In reality, he had more than one wart of worry in his life. He had at least two, because I am also a worry wart.

Now, with Daffodil coming up on a year of living with kidney disease, I worry of losing her. I worry if she eats too little – will she quit eating? If she eats too much, is she getting sick again? If she plays too much, is she stressing out? If she sleeps too much, are her kidney’s failing again?

There are so many things to worry about … physical health, mental health, emotional health, losing your job, losing faith, losing loved ones, getting my car washed before it rusts into the snow from the salt, getting gifts completed before they are due to be gifted, getting enough fruits and veggies so I can avoid the doctor but also avoid an IBS adventure, keeping up with my laundry (a necessary evil), keeping up with grocery shopping (and getting all that’s on the list), and getting enough sleep so that I’m not any loopier than usual.

Yet the Bible says in Matthew 6:27 (NIV), “Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?”

And then Matthew 6:34 (NIV) goes on to say, “Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.”

Well then, it’s tomorrow’s responsibility to worry, and not mine. I just like to help it out from time to time.

A calico cat sitting in a chair saying, "When, oh when,  will they bother to feed  me again. It's already been  five minutes since I last  ate, but I worry I'm  going to starve to  death soon."

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Posted by on March 5, 2015 in Uncategorized

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