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PAGE 4 - THURSDAY, JANUARY 10, 2013 Opinions expressed by writers on this page are their own and not necessarily those of The Georgia Post CODE OF ETHICS: Seek Truth & Report It - Minimize Harm - Act Independently - Be Accountable. Where the press is free and every man able to read, all is safe. - Thomas Jefferson Celebration Of Love The \Organization’ Of Life Hope you have been en joying your New Year so far. For me it has been a mixed bag. Fighting sinus crud off and on, getting locked out of the house without keys and stressing over getting organized has so far been my year. I try so hard not to stress, I really do. But I want things to come together and get done quickly, which has not been happening at home or office. At home, we just finally got the last Christmas deco ration put away. The rest of the house is in total disarray because for some reason I al ways feel the need to get rid of stuff and to re-organize everything at the start of a new year. So there are piles of stuff to be thrown away or taken to Goodwill or another place and I still have presents which have not been picked up or delivered to my best friend and step-mom. Throw in that we are rearranging the living room and you have the perfect recipe for chaos which is as far as east is from the west to organization. At the office, there just never seems to be enough time. We were in whirlwind English Is Flexible Editor, The Georgia Post: During the 1972 presidential campaign, several of Richard Nixon’s henchmen broke into the Democratic Party’s headquarters in the Watergate building com plex in Washington, D.C. After that, the word ’’Gate” was added as a sufficient to describe many illegal and criminal acts. Lately the term ’’Cliff” has become fashionable to describe what could become a disaster. A good example is the so-called ’’fiscal cliff” we nearly went over because our elected officials inside the beltway, procrastinated until the last minute. We had already been warned of a possible ’’dairy cliff” if the farm bill had not been extended, ft was. But becausue the leg islation is nothing more than a stop-gap measure, we may very hkely face a ’’debt ceiling cliff’ and a ’’spending cut cliff: in the near future. Unhke many other languages, English is very flexible and adaptable. We can create new expressions seemingly at a whim. My only concern now is that we avert those potential ’’cliffs” before March Madness and the start of the baseball season. Robert L. Lehane mode over the holidays, try ing to get papers out early so we could have some much needed time off. Went pretty well but that meant some oth er things were put on a back burner which now must be dealt with pronto. I deal with deadlines all the time, how ever, having to do something else which I should have al ready done but did not, puts me in a tailspin. I really do love order and organization and until I get that accom plished, I feel out of sorts. There is just nothing like the satisfaction of having ev erything neat and tidy and or ganized. I believe I have told you before that once upon a time I was very much a con trol freak and so wanting to get organized for the new year is a part of that disor der which holds on to me for dear life. I know I am not in control but there is that little small voice in the back of your head which insists on insinuating there is a very small chance you just might be if only you get this or that done. Every year I start out with one of those organized note books and rarely do I end the year with it. I forget it or it is too cumbersome for the task at hand and eventually it seems to get put by the way- side. I keep trying though. If only I could just snap my fingers or wiggle my nose or something and everything fall into place, my frustration level would go way down for several months, or at least until the notion to organize reared its ugly head again, which would be about next January. To top it ah off, it never fails that someone thinks it is the perfect time to ask me to take on another task. Whether it be help with an event or to edit something, if someone I know doesn’t come up with a project, I usually do myself. Sometimes it is another proj ect at home like painting or rearranging one of the rooms. Sometimes it is starting an other book. Doesn’t really matter what it is, I just always know it will be something. I constantly feel the need to help with something. It is an overwhelming desire. When I hear that something needs to be done or someone needs help with this or that, every thing in me cries out that I will help. Never mind that my plate is over full. There have been times when I have been pleased with myself be cause the word ”no” actually came out but that is not the Pay at a Time Victoria ’’Vicky” Simmons vsimmonsS4@gmail.com norm. Usually that is not in' my vocabulary. I guess it is not a bad thing and I always seem to be able to handle everything just fine, except for maybe a few more gray hairs. I believe it is our duty to help others and to help our community when possible. In fact, I am participating in 52 weeks of random acts of kindness where you do one thing each week.I prefer doing this anonymously. I believe every good deed re turns to you ten fold. Have you done a good deed this week? Wishing you many blessings. When we love someone, we want to take care of them. We want only the best for them. I want my husband, children and grandchildren to know just how special they are to me. My desire is not only to tell them how much I love them, but to show them, as well. How can I do that? I can speak words of affir mation to each of them. Tak ing the time to remember the days gone by will let them know that I love the memories we share together. Smiles and laughter tells them that I enjoy the time I spend with them to day. Sharing dreams, visions and goals tell them that I want to grow old with them by my side. I tell them I love them with gentle pats on the back and with great big bear hugs. The power of touch is incredible. Have you ever noticed how, when life hurts, a sincere hug can make it better? I spend as much time as possible with my loved ones. In our ministry, my husband Roy and I don’t have many free weekends. When we are able to slip away and visit with the kids, however, we take full advantage of the time we have together. We play with the babies. We visit with our grown chil dren, after the grandbabies are fast asleep. Many nights, we sit up until the wee hours of the morning, just sharing our hearts. We laugh together. Life can be filled with happi ness. Most of the time in life, we get exactly what we want. If we want joy, jubilance will be ours. Too many people would rather focus on the negative events in life rather than the positive. Have you ever no ticed how a negative attitude becomes contagious? Simply spoken, if we always have a partly cloudy perspective on Someone Turn Up The Heat Please The temperatures have been dropping in our fair peach state just lately and it is this time of year that makes me want to constantly sleep in. I’m not a very lazy person (more of a procrastinator than anything) but when the weather outside has a chill in the air my bed is much more inviting than any other piece of furniture in my house. I think if I had been an animal instead of a human I would have definitely been a bear. My body automatically goes into that sleep mode as winter comes upon us and temperatures drop from a wonderful mild chill we start to get in the Fall to the crip pling cold (to me anyhow) of the Winter. I also have asthma that is n L.4 ~ Quotable Quote ~ Wherever there is a human in need, there is an oppor tunity for kindness and to make a difference. — Kevin Heath triggered by cold, wet weath er and any type of exercise I might have to exert during this type of weather. During the summer time my inhaler gathers dust and stays tucked away in my dresser, but as soon as the temperature begins to drop, every inhaler I own is strategically placed for when that pillow over the face feel ing hits. Even a trot from the store to the gas pump can have me struggling to breathe. I’m not sure what I would do if I lived in one of the freezing cold climates of the states or if I moved to my mum’s native country, England. When visit ing family in England when I was fifteen, I remember my aunt comparing me to a ner vous Chihuahua (for those of you who have not witnessed a nervous Chihuahua, there is a massive amount of shivering these tiny dogs do that make them look like someone set their volume to vibrate). Of course, in my defense it was June and my body had become accustomed to the lovely southern heat that comes with the changing sea son. You know that time peri od between the two weeks in April we call Spring and the two weeks in November we call Fall where every resident of Georgia gets slowly oven roasted every time they walk out of their air conditioned home. In England this is not the case at all. In the summer time the weather feels like our Fall until it rains and then it is full blown shiver inducing cold and apparently the Chihua hua in me comes out. I had packed a suitcase full of my best “summer-time” clothes expecting at least mild tem peratures, only to find myself hugging the heater and wear ing a newly purchased sweat er everywhere I went. My husband has become accustomed to my dislike of cold temperatures. He has. From Moo To You Abigail ”Abby” Adams abbyadams@pstel.net over the years, bought me countless blankets to keep me warm while we are in the liv ing room watching television together. He also doesn’t mind as I glue myself to his back every night as we fall asleep even though I’m sure my con stantly cold feet aren’t very comforting as I tuck them un der his legs. It’s almost as if his body has actually adjusted during our years together and pro duces twice as much heat just to keep me warm. Becoming your spouse’s personal heat er... Now that’s what I call hue love! Ge/eforafe. /f/e Nancy B. Gibbs Motivational Speaker/Writer www.nancybgibbs.com life, our days will also become dreary and burdensome. I am determined that my life will be great, regardless of the hardships that sometimes come my way. To me, life is truly a grand celebration. If we want our love for oth ers to be recognized, we must rejoice in the celebrations of life. If we wake up with a song in our hearts, our days will be bright and cheery, re gardless of the weather. Hap piness should not be deter mined by the circumstances around us, but by the bust we have in God to handle those situations. I know that every day holds a variety of challenges for each person. What might go wrong in my life probably won’t go wrong in the lives of my children. The difficulties they face each day may be un common to me. My husband will face battles that I will avoid. And I will have a few problems of my own that he couldn’t possibly understand. The key to a happy family comes by lifting each other up on the good days and on the bad. Roy and I pray together often. It’s the perfect way to start the day. Roy prays for me and I pray for him. To gether, we pray for our chil dren and our church. We pray for those close to us and also for those whose names are on our church prayer list. While we may not personally know them, God knows each of them by name. And He hears our heartfelt prayers. Life is duly a grand cel ebration. God provides ev erything we need to enjoy each day fully. The greatest celebration comes when we celebrate our love for Jesus. We can do that in much the same ways we show our love for our families. We embrace Jesus with our hearts. We become deter mined to look at the world He gave us in a positive manner. We spend time with Him, talk to Him, laugh with Him and rejoice with Him. And we show gratitude to Jesus for the things He has done for us. We can celebrate the fact that Jesus left heaven and came to earth to die, to be buried, but also to live again. Because He lives, we can live forever, as well. Jesus came so that we could live abundant lives. And when we know and trust Him, the celebration will last throughout eternity. Now that’s what I call a lasting cel ebration of love. published every week by Crawford Publishing, Our Staff Floyd Buford - President Victoria ’Vicky” Simmons - GM/Publisher vsimmons54@gmaiLcom or byronbuzz@pstel.net Abigail Adams - News Reporter/Editor’s Assistant Office Assistant - Michael Fleming Kelli Johnson- Marketing Executive Robbie Robertson - Distribution Carey Lee - Sports Photography Trenesia Y. Stubbs, Charles Cook, Nancy Gibbs, Billy Powell, Angie Carr, Jeff Cook, Wade Yoder, Dan Gatlyn, James Earnhardt Robert Tharpe, Rev. James Snyder, Spencer Price - Contributing Columnists Our Policies Deadlines are Noon on Friday prior to issue. The comments featured on the opinion pages are the sole creations of the writers, they do not necessarily reflect the opinions of The Post management Letters to the editor must be signed and include a telephone number. 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