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Squirrels and PBJ Sammies

What do squirrels, PBJs and a few friends and relatives (I won’t mention names) have in common?   Ah nuts!

It’s National Nut Day

Who knew?  There is a holiday of some obscure sort every day.  October 24th celebrates bologna.  I guess that means we break out the white, squishy bread and a jar of Miracle Whip to slather on slabs of chopped seasoned-meat goodness.  Lumpy Rug Day occurs on May 3rd.  Take time to reminisce about old, worn out lumpy-bumpy floor coverings while searching out a new cozy rug to lounge on while you continue to wax on about its predecessor.

Those thoughts have their place; today’s attention is reveling in nuts. 

The way I see it, you can take this a couple of directions; be very squirrel-like and nibble away on the likes of toasted Levian smeared with almond butter and apricot jam, or crack open handfuls of hazelnuts and pop them into your mouth.   Delicious and nutritious; maybe those wacky squirrels aren’t as “nuts” as we think..

This brings me to the other, not so far-fetched notion about the day – all those we know who are just a little North of normal.  You know the type, the lights are on, but no one is home; they live in their own little world.  What if all of this “nuts” stuff was really a very good thing, being an out-of-the-norm-er, even unique?  Think about it.  Which is more fun and actually better for us:  being stressed and uptight or jumping into a mud puddle?

Stress affects our whole being – spirit, soul and body.  While some stress is good and spurs us on to accomplish things, it also gets quickly out of control and wreaks havoc.  Stress impairs our emotions, making us testy and impatient with those we care about.  Pressure and anxiety mess with our sleeping and eating habits.  Our spirits are depleted and empty; there’s just nothing left to give.  Constant tension and urgency is a demanding taskmaster that takes over our lives.

“Being cheerful keeps you healthy.” 
Proverbs 17:22 Good News Translation  

I think I want to be that girl who seems just a little quirky, even nuts.  It adds joy and spontaneity to the somber business of life.


Yippee, Skippy 
(although I prefer Trader Joe’s Crunchy, Unsalted)  ~ Missy



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    1. It's a good place to be, especially when we get such unexpectedly beautiful fall days.

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  2. LOVED this post. It made me feel "Yippee, Skippy". I'm an almond butter girl myself. It's a bit lonesome to be WAY north of normal so I'm glad you are thinking of joining me there. ;D

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    1. I appreciate you, Marlene. Some of my favorite people are actually quite quirky. Keep being you.

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