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I’m participating in the Kindness Challenge that Niki is hosting at The Richness of a Simple Life.  This is my post for Weeks Four and Five cause I’ve fallen behind a bit.  I’m not sure why this topic is giving me so much trouble.  Perhaps it’s because I’m usually a really kind person anyway, so there’s so little room for improvement 😉 ?

(Hubby is shaking his head, no, that’s not it!)

So I have tried to be really kind and appreciate all the kindness around me in the blogosphere these past few weeks. Let me give you a couple of examples:

This is an exchange that took place with my new friend Robert over at Levishedated and his post on Adam and Eve.

Me:   I’m thinking you might have too much time on your hands😀

Robert:  Oh I’m so glad that you put a big, fat, hairy smiley face at the end of that because I was just about to burst into tears!😀

Me:  Yes, the international symbol for I can say anything I want, even if it’s borderline mean or condescending, but I was just KIDDING!

Robert:  Hahaha – you’re priceless!:)

Me:  Thank you!  You, too!

There, did you see how kind we were to each other, and funny to boot?

No, well, here’s another example with Fictional Kevin at his post, I Miss You:

Me:  You’re such a sweet man!

Fictional Kevin:  Awwwwwww

Me:  Well, not to me, obviously…

Fictional Kevin:  I am a sweet guy. Sometimes sarcasm is how I let you know I love you, Diane.

Me:  Of course, like when boys chase you and pull your hair! Or like my brothers (all of you) treat me everyday, you know, noogies and stuff

See, can you feel the love and kindness yet?  No, you say?

Well, how about this one between me and Drew, The Lonely Author:

Me:   It’s so hard to be a Chicago sports fan lately (except maybe the Cubs this year!)   But all all my New York friends are such PITAs about their teams and I very unfairly lumped you in there:)

Drew: That was unfair. I am honest about my teams. Jets haven’t won since 1969. My Yankees stink. My Ranger are pretty good. Now, don’t talk to me about the cheating Patriots or Red Sox, then I lose my head.

Me:  I know and I’m sorry!  OMG we’re not breaking up over sports, are we??

Drew:  NEVER lol Smooches

Me: Whew!  Mwah ❤

See how kind and loving that was?  And I learned not to discuss sports or call New Yorkers PITAs!

And finally, my very talented friend Sandra at What Sandra Thinks has been so kind to let everyone know  – over and over and over😀 – that today is her birthday so please stop over at her blog (if you’re over 18) and wish her a happy day!!  Yay!!

Did you see how I added the big smiley face to let Sandra know I was JUST KIDDING?

~Diane D.

What Would You Do?


I’m participating in the Kindness Challenge hosted by Niki at The Richness of a Simple Life.  I’m a tad late with my Week Three post because we’d been out of town for the long weekend and just got back.

Yesterday we were on our way back from Tennessee and had stopped at a rest area in the middle of nowhere in downstate Illinois.   I was driving and waited in the car while hubby and our son went inside to use the facilities.

I turned to lower the driver’s window and was startled as I came face to face with a young, thin woman standing by my car, apologizing for bothering me.   I rolled down my window and she looked very embarrassed but earnest as she began to tell me her story.

Her brother had picked her and her baby up because they had to leave Arkansas for some reason and was driving them to family in Detroit.  His debit card came up non sufficient funds when he tried to use it at the last gas station.  He called his work and found that his check could not be deposited until Friday and his boss could not do anything to help.

The woman said they talked to the police but they couldn’t help either.  Finally I said as gently as I could, “Are you asking me for money?”

“Yes, ma’am,” she said, ducking her head.  “You must think I’m a crazy person.”  I smiled and assured her I did not, dug in my purse and gave her some money.  I wished her good luck, she thanked me profusely and walked toward a couple sitting on a picnic bench, I assume to ask again.

Now, I could see there was a stroller in her car and a young man was driving and I had decided in a split second to give her money even though I wasn’t sure if I was being scammed.  But how could I take a chance that she wasn’t legitimate?

I’ve been focusing on kindness challenges for several weeks now.  I think I’m normally a pretty kind person anyway, but last week we were asked to radiate kindness to everyone around us.  Would I have been happier to buy food or diapers or put gas in their car rather than give them cash?  Yes.  But we were just making a quick stop and needed to get back on the road to finish our drive.

Of course, it would be a great place to run a scam for that very reason.  There was no gas station or restaurant or store nearby to purchase anything for them so I had to just refuse or give them money.  And I admit it, she looked like a distraught young mom, too thin, bad teeth that just needed straightening, not in a meth head kind of way, and I felt sorry for her.

I decided when I gave her the money I wouldn’t regret it.  It was money I’m grateful I could spare and happy to use to gift someone in need.   I’m hopeful she didn’t blow it on drugs or even cigarettes or beer.  What would you have done if someone approached you like that?

~ Diane D.

Me and JP, Observing Kindness…



I’m participating in the 2016 Kindness Challenge hosted by Niki over at The Richness of a Simple Life.  For Week Two, we were focused on observing kindness around us.  I’ve found that no one really seems to understand innate kindness like small children.  They are so quick to accept others, share things, say hello, wave, hug goodbye, and play together easily.

About a month ago a couple of my friends who babysit their grandchildren and I decided it might be fun to get the kids, JP, who is  3 1/2, and Ella and Elizabeth, who are both four, together to play while we grandmas visited and didn’t have to entertain them for a few hours.  It was a downright brilliant and inspired idea!

The girls go to two different preschools part-time and my grandson JP will be starting late this summer, so with their schedules and ours, Tuesday afternoons were the time that worked the best for all.  And, thus, the Grandmas Playgroup was born.

We meet at one of our children’s houses because that’s where the toys are.  And because one of the girls has a baby brother, we’ve been meeting at their house so he can have an afternoon nap in his own crib.  The kids had met a few times in the last year or so but not to play in a group.  We weren’t sure if it would work out because three can be a tough number sometimes…

So far it’s been wonderful fun.  The children are just so accepting of each other and play together so nicely.  They share toys, offer each other snacks and help each other with dressing up.  One week I’d gone upstairs to check on them and Ella was helping JP put his Ninja Turtle shell on.  So cute.  And so kind!


The first week dress up together…Elsa (from Frozen), Cedric (from Sophia the  First) and a Fairy Princess

And this past week we had a few friends ask to join us, because obviously, Grandmas Playgroup is the place to be!  And word had spread that we had such a good time — we’re ladies who lunch minus the lunch and plus the grandkids!  We bring fruit snacks or grapes or juice boxes for the kids and one friend makes delectable treats each week, along with a pot of tea.

Most of the time the kiddos run upstairs to dress up or play in the pretend kitchen in the playroom or downstairs in the family room while we visit in the real kitchen.

Has it been totally perfect?  Well, there have been the occasional incidents, like jumping on the bed with someone hitting his head on the side table when he fell off…  And when the play tent collapsed, which was no big deal, they all raced downstairs to tell us, claiming it was everybody’s fault!

After the jumping on the bed incident two weeks ago, JP and I had a talk on the way to Playgroup last week:

Me:  What’s something we shouldn’t do when we’re at Elizabeth’s house?

JP:  No spitting.

Me:  Well, yes, that’s a good one.  What about no what on the bed?

JP:  Oh, yeah, no jumping on the bed.  And no hitting.  No hitting the girls with my Ninja Turtle scythes because if I do, mama said she will take them away and throw them in the garbage!

Me:  Okay, then…



The weekly goodbye hug…

And on the drive home after Playgroup:

Me:  Justin, did you have a good time playing with your friends today?

JP:  Yep.  Nana, did you have a good time playing with your friends?

Me:  You know, I really, really did!

And then we sing along with his favorite Taylor Swift song on the radio…

~ Diane D.



I have been incredibly kind to myself this week.  I’ve been focusing on my own exercise program, two training sessions and two water exercise programs a week.  Had I been any kinder, I don’t think I’d be able to walk.  Just kidding, sort of…

I ‘ve been through a whole series of physical therapy sessions and then personal trainers since I hurt my right knee last fall, basically after running up and down the stairs too much in the wrong shoes before vacation.  At my age apparently even walking can be risky.

Since my knee is doing pretty well now, I decided I would ramp up my exercise program a little bit.  We have a very modern and fairly inexpensive park district facility about one and a half miles from my house and hubby and son, Dave, and I all signed up.

My new personal trainer is Pat, a tiny woman in adorable size two work out clothes who puts me through the paces twice a week.  She told me that my form is excellent and whoever worked with me before did a great job — that would have been Evil Personal Trainer Keith.  Pat is just as evil, I think, in her own sweet way.  I need to get to know her better to be sure.  She is very encouraging and makes me almost forget how hot and sweaty and tired I am!

Now I may have confused being kind to myself with being good to myself, but I really like to exercise and life had kind of gotten in the way of me doing that for awhile.  And I think many women, moms in particular, tend to put their needs last.

So right now, being kind to myself means I’m going to continue focusing on taking care of my own health and well-being by exercising for my physical health and writing for my mental health. And trying not to be too hard on myself about either one.


In response to the 2016 Kindness Challenge at The Richness of a Simple Life.

Monday Musings…

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Here’s hoping everyone had a lovely weekend!  Ours was very nice with my DS and DDIL and JP hosting both nanas and papas and aunts and uncles and a couple of little cousins for dinner on Sunday.  All I had to do was bring a fruit salad (yes, I was able to cut the fruit up properly 😉 )and I got to spend the day with some of my favorite people!

If you have not read my Mothers limerick about my childhood, you can find it here.  My life is pretty wonderful now, though, and I have a great support system.  I might write some posts about early family life later — when I look back at some they are pretty funny, or were to us, anyway!

Today begins the Kindness Challenge I’m participating in and this week we are focusing on being kind to ourselves.  So I’m going to the gym twice today — once for a workout in the pool and later in the afternoon for another session with my new Personal Trainer, Pat.  I will write a separate post on her.  She’s super nice (aren’t they all?) and funny but just as evil in her own way!  She’s also about my age and probably a size zero — maybe a size two?  I’ll ask her today —

Working out really is the best way to take care of myself and my health, both physical and mental health…

Photo is from Niki’s site about the Kindness Challenge…