See my post for today of Fowl and Feline Accountability
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. -- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Frankie and Slim
Thursday, December 31, 2009
SOME END OF THE YEAR HIGHLIGHTS
See my post for today of Fowl and Feline Accountability
FOWL AND FELINE ACCOUNTABILITY
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
OUR 10TH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY
Friday, December 18, 2009
WHY I WOULD BE JEWISH?
I would ask Dad a question and instead of giving me an answer that he thought was right, he would give me a list of references and I could read them and perhaps find my answer there. That was the same way he preached his sermons basically. He gave some clues and you had to solve the puzzle yourself.
My paternal grandmother would sing in her kitchen about Jesus. Her voice was a precious sound I loved. She was always busy and she was almost always doing something for someone else. And, of course, she and grandpa were always taking us to church.
Working in Tulsa,OK in my adult years lead me to a community in The Bible Belt that is a place like I have never seen. Surrounded by evangelical universities and, at the same time, harboring a very large Jewish community, I saw and met interesting people of both faiths on a daily basis.
As a Christian, it was hard for me to deal with the Christians of that area. Strangers would ask me if I was "saved" or if I was "born again". You could not disagree with them on anything because they were doing God's will. One person wanted us to cash a personal out-of-state check and I explained we would have to place a 10 day hold on the check until it cleared the bank it was drawn on. This person raged and announced it was money from God. I responded that it would have to go further and probably should even have a longer hold on it then. He did not think that was as funny as I did.
Oh but my customers and dear friends among the Jewish community. They came into the bank to deal as customers of the bank and not in search of converts to Judaism. I knew of people from this community who anonymously gave to causes throughout our part of the state and city and did not brandish their gifts as badges of greatness. I made friends in this group of people and we never discussed our religious differences but we tried to live examples of our faith.
We are all odd ducks and every religious community has its kooks but lump me with the ones who want to search their faith and not have it crammed down their throats. Let me set an example by being a good person and not believing I'm a perfect person.
I see so much more of Jesus' Jewish heritage in his teaching as he walks humbly living his faith by example. Thankfully many of us Christians have learned to follow the path without storming the gates but we can easily be lost in the crowd. My one greatest hope is that I am leaving my grandchildren a good example.
I must add this tidbit I just heard at Olive's: Maya Angelou says when people say to her, "I'm a Christian." She responds, "Already? How have you managed that?"
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
A BLANK SLATE
How are you inspired by a blank page? Every time I start a new writing project or an art project, I must have a blank page. If there is already a word or a single mark on the paper, that paper must be rejected. How can I influence a single page that is already tainted with some incomplete inspiration?
I am attempting to do my Christmas decorating for company that will be here on Saturday. Before I put up the decorations, my efforts are being geared toward a clean slate. I am putting away the normal room decorations and dusting and cleaning before I bring in the tinsel and lights.
This process has yielded some trash piles and some keep piles. The "keep" pile consists primarily of old pads of paper, both legal pads and sketch pads. These pads have been well used but each still contains numerous blank sheets and I cannot discard them for fear they await some masterpiece. These blank sheets seem to be taking me over and I wonder if I will run out of storage room someday.
Am I alone in my OCD over blank pages?
CONTROVERSIAL BUT FAITHFUL
We met in person a couple of times. He was nice to me and definitely had an aura of charisma as did his wife Evelyn.
It was also my joy to know a couple of his children, many of his grandchildren, two of his siblings, several of his nieces and nephews as well as grand nieces and nephews and tons of those who worked for him, for his ministry and for the University.
Today I see those faces and I know that suddenly this controversial, larger-than-life television evangelist and world-wide minister is simply dad, grandpa, uncle, friend. He was loved and will be missed. My thoughts, prayers and deepest sympathy go out to them.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Anyway, here is a story too good not to share.
People learn where the preacher lives and you experience many unexpected knocks on the door. Strangers show up at all hours of the day or night for services, help or handouts.
This particular warm summer evening the knock at the door yielded a young couple wanting a preacher to marry them. Dad had a bit of counseling he would do before agreeing to unite the couple and, once satisfied they knew what they were doing, he would get mother to be his witness and the show would go on.
Mother must have been watching a John Wayne movie because she refused to leave the den to participate and suggested he pick one of the girls to be his witness this time.
My sister and I were teenagers. Elenore was a Senior in high school and I a freshman. Of course he picked the oldest, my sister. Of course I had my usual hissy fit of "Why does she always get picked?" so he said he would have two witnesses this time.
We were doomed from the moment we entered our formal living room. The couple looked like twins. The could have been the human versions of cartoon characters Porky and Petunia Pig! Elenore and I began to softly emit muffled giggle sounds. Dad began to sense his error in bringing us both into the room but it was too late.
We had a picture in our living room that had to always remain on the mantle there because it was some church member's donation and you never moved donations. (We had some very odd furnishings in most of our parsonages.) Dad stood in front of this ugly antique portrait, the couple facing him and Elenore and I on the sofa behind them looking straight at Dad.
I swear to this day that it was Elenore's fault for whispering all the pig noises and adding little comments to the couple's vows that pertained to swine. I tried not to laugh but more than that, I watched to see if Dad was going to maintain his dignity. Suddenly I realized Dad could not hear Elenore's remarks but he could see his devilish daughters up to no good and for some reason it tickled him. He was guarding against a smirk that was forming in the corner of his mouth.
As the ceremony was coming to a close and it appeared we might all escape this without offending the loving couple, I heard "Hey Ann, you wanna go bowling?" and my friend Doug was standing on our front porch at the open door (remember I said it was a warm night) not realizing we had a solemn ceremony taking place.
I burst out laughing.
My sister burst out laughing.
My DAD burst out laughing!
Mother looked up from her movie later and ask how the wedding went. My dad only said, "It's best if we don't let the girls witness together again."
Saturday, December 12, 2009
GRANNY ANNIE SHRUGGED
The persons depicted as Liberals in this book by Ayn Rand, are the most despicable of the despicable. The persons portrayed as Conservatives are the most despicable of the despicable. The ordinary humans simply wanting to get by in the world are barely mentioned at all in the huge fray of demented politics and varying beliefs of who should triumph and why.
Supposedly Hollywood is going to make a movie of ATLAS SHRUGGED. My first inclination is how could they but then I realized something. Hollywood does have plenty of villains.
Ayn Rand's writing is like turning on the commentators on FOX, CNN or MSNBC. If we're not careful we're going to find ourselves in the dark while all the greedy of both political parties run off and leave us. Hum, maybe that would not be such a bad idea. Wow, I got something out of the book after all.
By the way this book was written in 1957 and the arguments are the same arguments we're having today.
Friday, December 11, 2009
DO NOT FORGET THE LITTLE ONES
I wrote the following poem in 1975 when my first marriage ended in divorce. My children were three and four at the time.
They run out the door
suitcases in hand.
Silent, I watch
from where I stand.
How can we pull
our children so?
They cannot decide
which way to go.
Such little children
having to face
a life's remnants
of which no trace
is left except
Given no choice,
driven by our insistence.
I am here, he is there,
they are between
A life that won't
again be seen.
Tuesday, December 08, 2009
BLOGS VS FACEBOOK
It is a time that many of us are torn between posting on our blogs or on Facebook.
Facebook requires and invitation and once you have mutually accepted, you can push open the screen door and walk in without knocking.
Blogs are like giant billboards. As you drive life’s highway one catches your eye and you check further into the subject only to become a fan. (Or not).
Facebook is perfect for keeping up with family because you catch a glimpse and know that all is well with them for that day.
A problem arises when you begin to find yourself thinking of blog readers as friends and/or family. If and when they disappear you can only imagine where they went but if you never knew their real name you simply will not hear from them again. Ouch!
This year in March, I lost a blog friend to death. I knew she died but her family first blocked who could view her past posts then deleted the blog later. So with the click of someone’s mouse the face of Beverly Finely of BEVERLY BITES was yanked away. No one close to her knew I had followed her blog and corresponded with her and that I felt the loss. I could not go back and view her posts that made me laugh or made me cry and I will never know how her sister Dolly is doing, how her sons and grandchildren are getting along, how her dear friend Bruce is and what about her big dog Cletus, the Red Hats and what is going on at the Tavern?. Well, she really wasn’t my friend or family……..was she?
The next to go this year was Linda G who also signed in as she-of-little-brain. Her posts on ONE ACRE WOOD were right up my alley and we had a grand time reading each other’s posts. On the day in May, 2009, she left blog world after she commented very nicely about me and my blogging and then, poof, she was gone. Her blogs are still there SPEAKING OUT ON FREEDOM and
Sammy of I THINK I CAN, I THINK I CAN… is a huge shocker to lose. She told us in September how busy she was and she told us she was having a difficult time juggling work and family. She said she would probably slow down posting. Instead she disappeared, blog and all. We wonder to ourselves if something happened to her or her spouse or their beautiful son and we can only offer a prayer of concern.
Then there is the paranoia that comes with the possible fact I am the only person they have excluded and perhaps that is intentional. Maybe
Maybe these are the very reasons that Facebook is less painful. You know that the people you follow are real. You know where you can find them if they stop posting. But you never get the benefit of their profound essays on life like you do on the blogs.
P.S. If you are planning to stop blogging, email me first would you or post a final entry that says “I’m outta here but I’m okay.”
Saturday, December 05, 2009
DO NOT DECORATE ME
Addendum for my Living Will:
I do not want a crown on my head or flowers pinned to my robe. Do not sprinkle me with glitter to cover up the food I spilled on myself. Do not string lights on my wheelchair. If I cannot pick up something pretty and choose to attach it to myself, then don't assume I want that crap stuck all over me. My life has been spent as a fairly dignified person, so don't take that away when I cannot speak for myself. I know my sister will not be able to resist the urge to put lipstick on me, so that gets a pass because she can't help herself where cosmetics are involved.
Friday, December 04, 2009
JUST SAY MERRY CHRISTMAS
My title "Just Say Merry Christmas" was directed at those who may feel PC'd to death on what is proper and acceptable. I am NOT saying everyone should say "Merry Christmas". I am only saying if you feel like a big ole exuberant MERRY CHRISTMAS then go for it and don't worry about political correctness. I love the sights and sounds and beautiful tradition of Christmas and hope it is merry for all who celebrate. I hope you view and appreciate my personal adaptation of the heading above for the season. Of course the clip art is borrowed but the photo shopping of my own artistic rendering of Christ is original.
Monday, November 30, 2009
VENGEANCE IS MINE SAYETH JOHN WAYNE
John Wayne was her hero and thus our hero. THE COWBOYS was the single greatest movie of all John Wayne ever made.
Children have to be forced to watch this old movie but they do not regret being forced once they see it. The granddaughters have loved it but our grandsons have all loved it especially.
If you have seen it, watch it again. If you have never seen it, you must do so immediately.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
SOMETHING WISHBONEY THIS WAY COMES
(See added bulletin at the end of this post.*)
The competitive event on Thanksgiving! What is your family tradition surrounding the pulling of the turkey wishbone and making a wish? Who gets to pull it? Do you wait a week for it to dry or pull it on Thanksgiving day? It is always the one with the larger portion of the wishbone that wins. How should you grasp the wishbone? Some only use their pinkies to hold it, while others grasp it in a fist (cheaters!) or some will simply hold the ends tightly with two fingers. Are you as rude as my (39 year old) son when you win by laughing hysterically and dancing around with the big half of the wishbone chanting "I won! I won!".
I thought the following scientific explanation was interesting.
Why does the wishbone break in one spot rather than two spots?
That happens because the wishbone is not uniform in strength and size. Once the strength of the wishbone is exceeded in one spot, it will break there. Any stresses due to bending will be relieved throughout the rest of the bone once it is in two pieces (it is no longer being bent once it breaks).
If you are asking how you get an advantage to get the big piece of the wishbone, I suppose the most reliable way is to examine the wishbone before trying to break it. Stick with whichever side appears to be thickest/strongest.
*BULLETIN: I may have lost the wishbone pull but look at my sidebar to see the prize I won in Katherine Plummer's art giveaway. I was thrilled!
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
A COUPLE OF CONTESTS
another art giveaway -- Enter by November 28th offered from They Call Me The Chicken Lady
Monday, November 23, 2009
HONESTY, DIGNITY, INTEGRITY AND SELF WORTH
Friday, November 20, 2009
THE JOCKS ARE LOOSE
Instead of this being treated as the Federal offense it is, all the natives just say, "boys will be boys" and they build big concrete and/or brick padding around their mailboxes. Those of us who cannot afford that kind of security have to settle for replacing the expensive box periodically. Our lovely receptacle took a hit last night. At least it wasn't totally demolished like the last one was.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
THIS SUCKER REALLY SUCKS!
I have searched and searched and tried other models and had about decided I must have a Dyson that starts over $450. Whew, thank God for Consumer Reports. This month they recommended a couple of vacuums but the ultimate winner of best overall was my R2-D2.
Consumer Reports showed the bag less Anniversary Edition Hoover starting at $160.00. I began looking and found it everywhere starting at $169.00. Today most of the places have it at $188. But I kept looking and the found the bargain of a lifetime at Frys.com which is a California appliance company that sold me this baby for $119. Even with shipping and handling, it was less than the recommended price of $160.
If you need a vacuum and are about ready to get one, I would suggest you act quickly because this one is already going up in price. Mine is a dream as it glides over bare floors and all levels of carpeting and does a magnificent job. Did I mention that I am delighted?
This is my second post for today. I could not wait to tell how well my vacuum works. Meanwhile don't just read this and miss my other post for today: BEWARE THE ANSWER MAN.
BEWARE THE ANSWER MAN
Ron and I once found an Answer Book that went with a very old Bible Study put together by James and Tammy Faye Baker. The question portions of the set were missing but who would need those? Here were the answers in clear and fine print. We presented this book of answers to my brother the minister and told him he could quit all the difficult research he put into his sermons because now he had this easy book of answers.
My faith is not grounded in achieving all the answers in this lifetime but in always searching and in being cautious of anyone who claims to have ALL the answers. My parents taught me to constantly search for answers in new theory and new discoveries as well as inspirations from the past.
The character in the movie played by Daniels is named Arlen Faber. He had written a bestselling book GOD AND ME then had gone into seclusion. People greatly admired Faber's book and wanted to meet this man who seemed to have face-to-face meetings with God. This man was a genius at having right answers for every concern people might encounter so why was Arlen Faber's own life such a wreck?
In the end he has to acknowledge that he never had these question and answer sessions with the Creator. Then people wanted to know how he wrote such a good book and how he had such great insight. He did not know.
Have you met people who seem to have all the answers in life, only to later learn their lives are tainted in some way. If they have all the answers how can their own lives be such a mess? Does that change the good answers and make them bad or simply give you caution whether to believe it all or not? Have you ever gone back to read things you wrote years ago and suddenly wonder where it came from? It is like it was channeled through you by someone else -- someone smarter than you could possible be?
Too many answers and sometimes even fleeting profound thought can lead us astray. Beware the answer man even when it is you.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
WINTER WALK AROUND
A TURKEY VULTURE CIRCLES LOOKING FOR HIS NEXT MEAL. HE TOOK A SUDDEN DIVE THAT MADE ME THINK IT MIGHT BE ME!
THE CATS SHOW THE MEANING OF GETTING BUNDLED UP FOR THE WINTER. RIDER, DAVID, GOLIATH AND LIL' BEAR SNUGGLE TOGETHER. (It is funny how David is now twice as big as Goliath)
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
BEES, SPIDERS AND NUNS OH MY!
Today Sister Mary Martha writes about their bee disaster and about more than just transferring the bees. She writes about the unusual and unexplained transferring of Sister St. Aloysius.
UPDATE FROM YESTERDAY'S POST: URBAN COWBOY Nancy guessed it. Click to watch YouTube Urban Cowboy -- Looking For Love
Monday, November 16, 2009
I STILL CRY IN THE END
Yesterday clicking past channels the move was on so I watched it by myself. It appears a little different that way. I am a mature 63 year old woman and can see the absolute hysterical value of the film when the uncle dies in a tragic work related accident but his nephew still must go on and ride the rodeo the night of the uncle's funeral. And it's not quite a rodeo. It's a mechanical bull riding contest in a big local tavern.
Yet, as corny as the movie really is, when the couple jumps in the pickup at the end and he pops open the glove box, get's her license place and puts it in the back window on her side of the truck as they drive away, I still cry.
Do you know of what movie I speak? Do you have movies that affect you this way? I don't think I'll watch this one alone anymore because it's more fun with the girls. We just enjoy it corn and all.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
PRIDE COMPETITION OUTCOME
My grandson Dillon's comments on his facebook tell the story best.
DJH "Finals here we come!!"
DJH "oh yes finals wes epic"
DJH "Top 6 three years in a row!!!"
DJH "is tired"
DJH "couldn't have asked for a better day"
BAND OF AMERICA GRAND NATIONALS 2009 RESULTS
96.60 Avon H.S., IN (Visual-TIE, General Effect-TIE)
95.25 L.D. Bell H.S., TX (General Effect-TIE)
95.25 Marian Catholic H.S., IL (Visual-TIE)*
94.50 Marcus H.S., TX (Music)
94.45 Carmel H.S., IN
92.75 Broken Arrow Sr. H.S., OK
92.50 The Woodlands H.S., TX
92.15 Lawrence Central H.S., IN
90.40 Center Grove H.S., IN
89.65 James Bowie H.S., TX
89.15 Wando H.S., SC
88.80 Centerville H.S., OH
Fan Favorite - Broken Arrow H.S., OK
Esprit de Corps Award - American Fork H.S., UT
Saturday, November 14, 2009
HUNGRY FOR A GOOD SERMON?
Thursday, November 12, 2009
SO IT BEGINS
President Obama looked our active and retired military and veteran's in the eye and said our benefits would not be affected one bit. So it begins.............(Nope, not really. It began last January. "It" being the freaking lies!"
What, you ask, is the big deal about $11.35? It is not yet the 15Th of the month. Think of the person who will be charged $11.35 and that might be the last money they have to make it until payday. I remember having times that I would have had to forgo the lab work until after payday with gasoline and food taking precedence.
NOT SO SUPER SUPER 8
We carry a Super 8 Motel book when we travel. Overall our experiences with Super 8 have been good. The prices are reasonable, the rooms attractive and spacious, they offer Wi-Fi internet free, continental breakfast, etc. That is why this Texas Amarillo East Super 8 surprised us. Our room was in a basement, the outlets and wires were exposed, there were two peep holes in the door. One was at about 3ft from the floor and the other about 5ft. The light switches were all located about 3ft from the floor. The safety latch on the door was broken. (That wasn't very comforting). Also the toilet tank was set up wrong and appeared to be ready to topple over any second. Did we protest? Nope, we got our much needed rest and left at 4:30 the next morning. Obviously the room was designed for "little people" and I had to feel sorry for them because they obviously get less than royal treatment at this Super 8.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
O-K-L-A-H-O-M-A OKLAHOMA OK!
I was awake at 4:00 this morning because we failed to change our clocks at home. That is so funny because we were changing time zones and were fixing clocks and watches the whole trip it seemed. Usually we don't have to change our clocks at home but usually we're not gone when daylight savings time kicks in. Anyway I looked at the clock and thought it's 5:00 so I might as well get up. I believe we will suffer jet (rather van) lag for a while.
Friday, November 06, 2009
I KNOW IT WAS MY FAULT BUT GEE
The wife of one of our friends at the end of the table reminded her spouse to include a tip. He told here the tip had already been included because we were a party of 6 or more. My brain screamed "WHAT?". After all we were over 6 but we were actually two.
Discreetly I left the table and ran the waitress down. (Just how discreet is screaming stop thief stop thief!) "Was the gratuity already added to our total?" "Yes it was" she replied, "21%." "May I please have our ticket back?" and I marked through the tip I had added and changed the total. For some reason I wasn't even embarrassed, I was just mad because I had not seen the tip was added and because I had not considered we were a group of six or more. Wouldn't you think they would tell us or do a lot of people leave 41% tips? The other couples except the one had all done the same.
Yep, we're still in San Diego with family and having a good time but I'm starting to miss Slim, the cats and all my fowl friends. We will begin our trek home on Sunday.
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
TID BITS OF INFORMATION
"Go to "settings" then click on "email & mobile" you will see a box with the title BlogSend Address. Your own email address is probably already there if you have a copy of each post sent to you. You can then add a comma and type in my email address and it will automatically send me a copy of each of your posts."
2.) How are you on current events in government? Here is a way to find out.
Pew Political IQ - Pew Research Center
Give it a try.
Only 2% get all 12 correct.
My son and my husband got all 12 correct. I missed one but I didn't really miss it, I read the question wrong. Honest!
3.) News of our week that I failed to mention.
Ron stopped me in the middle of my work Wednesday and said "I'm feeling lucky so it's a good time to go to the casino". We got ready and went there and he popped in $30 and won $500. I popped in $20 and lost $20. Anyway it was fun and we had a nice dinner in the restaurant. Ron celebrated with the All-You-Can-Eat frog legs. (Frog legs make me want to put little pants on them.)
4.) Funny grandkid story I forgot to tell.
Seven year old Hope visited and talked a bit about school. She mentioned that her best friend is Arianna. I told her that sounded like a nice name. "Why do you like Arianna?" I inquired. Hope grinned and said "Because she is evil..........." then she paused, grinned even wider and whispered, "...and I'm evil too."
Saturday, October 24, 2009
ENJOY THE CHALLENGE
So here's what I have to do: Answer the survey below…you can only use one word answers!
Your father? Late
(both are deceased and sorely missed!)
Your dream last night? Frightening
Your favorite drink? Scotch
Your dream/goal? Now
Your Fear? Loss
(Our new pecan trees should be yielding by then.)
Wish list item? Now
Your TV? Flexible
Your pets? multitude
Your mood? Skitso
Missing someone? grandkids
Your favorite color? Red
Last time you cried? Yesterday
Your best friend? RON!
Favorite place to eat? Casino
Let us know in the comment section if you will take the challenge so we can read your answers. This takes a lot of thought to come up with only one word.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
FAMILY BIBLE GRAVE YARD
Yesterday we returned to the estate auction grounds with truck and trailer to bring home the large stuff. As we were getting ready to leave Ron passed the trash bins and lifted out this man's Family Bible. We both stood there looking at it. We had not seen it come up for auction but could not believe no one bought it, even for a dollar.
We have this Holy Bible now and have no idea what to do with it. The family had filled in almost all of the information and there were many, many grandchildren. It is hard to believe some family member was not still living to take this heirloom. Whether they are religious or not, the family history should have meant something to them.
We all know that elephants make their way to their own burial grounds. Where do these huge Family Bible's go when they reach the end of their family ties? Is there a place to send them besides the trash can? I believe the words in the Bible are powerful but not the book itself. Still it disturbs me to see it discarded in such a way.
Do you have a Family Bible? Have you ever gotten rid of a Family Bible? Does this concern you at all or do you think I'm a crazy ole coot?
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
ARE YOU SITTING DOWN?
We drove to Oklahoma City area yesterday and picked up Michael and Hope. They are on their Fall break and will be with us until Sunday. The perfect picker-upper -- grandkids!
Here is a picture finally of the Allis G tractor we went to get last week near Chicago. Ron and Allis, such a cute couple. And to think we almost didn't go due to health that was perfectly healthy health after all.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
CHILDREN FOR BREAKFAST
W. C. Fields
"Anyone who hates children and animals can't be all bad."
W. C. Fields
"Children should neither be seen or heard from - ever again."
W. C. Fields
"I like children - fried."
W. C. Fields
Saturday morning Ron and I went to the cafe for breakfast. We were still recovering from our exhausting trip home from Illinois the day before in rain storms. For some reason it seemed to be Children's day at Mom's Cafe. Three toddlers graced our leisurely morning repast.
Toddler No. 1 was climbing out of the high chair. The devoted father was reading the newspaper and had his hand on the child but did not seem to sense that the movement taking place was an escape effort. He awakened from his trance in time to catch her as she almost plummeted head first out of the chair. If he had not caught the child, I was poised to spring to the rescue.
Toddler No. 2 was a screamer. A large family group was gathered and this kid was in Attention Heaven as all attempted to entertain this noisy child. The grandmother came up with a perfect solution. She gave the child a child-proof prescription bottle and a table knife and told him to try to open it. I kid you not! Well, it worked as the child spent the rest of the time quietly working to open the bottle. I'm pretty sure he'll be able to master any prescription bottle after this.
Toddler No.3 was a fairly pleasant child but one who refused to stay in his seat. The family allowed him to roam the restaurant and entertain the rest of us who did not appreciate it. The parents laughed with delight at what a cute child this was.
Our next stop was the grocery store and I realized we were not through with growing children yet. A mom was pushing a cart with an infant in the basket and had her toddler walking along with her. This was a hateful child and spent his time begging and asking for things then, upon hearing "no" would go into a rage and begin spanking his mother and calling her terrible names. Her response was, "O please dear don't do that. That's not nice."
As a child, my parents made it clear to me and my siblings that such behavior would not be tolerated. As a parent myself, my children knew the swift consequences that would take place if they misbehaved. We have always been able to take our grandchildren out in public and know that they would be polite and cordial to others and if they did not obey their parents, they were quickly removed from the opportunity to be a public nuisance.
Why did we encounter four toddlers from four different families and see there are no longer consequences for rude actions? If W.C. Fields did not like children in the 40's can you imagine what he would think of them today?
Friday, October 09, 2009
Ron's brother and sil admire Allis G in her trailer cage. We are still having severe weather with flooding and our newest tractor will have to sit on the trailer for a while. Hopefully we'll unload her soon and I can show some proper pictures. It was a good trip. We enjoyed the travel up and we have never been so happy to see our home.
Thanks to all of you for your encouraging words and support for us on this short trip.
Friday, October 02, 2009
A TRACTOR A TRACTOR MY KINGDOM FOR A TRACTOR
Now may I remind everyone that we are grounded to our home place because of this blood clot Ron has in his Inferior Vena Cava. We have cancelled ship reunions and family visits because we're not supposed to be traveling. Now, suddenly, we're going to hitch our son-in-law's trailer to our 1997 Ford 150 and head for Illinois. Two old people heading to pick up a tractor because my husband made an offer he was sure would be refused. Instead it was accepted!
Ron and I met eleven years ago. For the first couple of months we maintained a long distance relationship. We corresponded via email and snail mail. We exchanged family pictures. The very first picture Ron sent me was NOT of his beautiful daughter or his grandchildren but of his 1947 Farmall Cub. I think there was a song out then about "She thinks my tractor's sexy" and I didn't then but I have learned.
I cannot even list the various tractors that have come and gone from our lives since we have been together. Plus we currently have a Case backhoe, John Deere, Ferguson, the Cub, and our Kubota. This latest prize is an Allis G. He has been looking and bidding and missing acquiring one of these forever. Now he has this sh*t eating grin on his face since he got over the shock of winning the bid. Look at Ron and you will believe Christmas is tomorrow.
While he is in utopia I get to figure out how to get the next CT scan scheduled quickly and make arrangements for the dog, cats and chickens, and find out if his brother and Sil in East Peoria will be able to put up with us next week, etc., etc. He does not worry. That is my job alone. He calls me his Executive Secretary. Oh well, we've needed to get out of here, so we shall soon be on our way. Besides who can resist such happiness on the face of their beloved?
Thursday, October 01, 2009
The commercials for the Fall television line up is always enticing. I am happy to be able to watch the ones I miss by going to Hulu.com.
FLASH FORWARD -- Two thumbs down (They go home at the end of the day as if nothing happened. The entire world passed out for 2 min. 17 seconds and catastrophes occur everywhere yet the FBI workers all had their homes when the clocked out for the day. duh!)
MODERN FAMILY-- One thumb up for good comedy. This is promising another thumb.
THE GOOD WIFE -- Two thumbs up. Perhaps just a chick flick but I really liked it.
TRAUMA -- Enjoyed the first episode but am reserving judgement.
THE JAY LENO SHOW -- It did get off to a shaky start, but he is on a roll now. Something great is going to have to show up opposite at 9:00 to get me to skip Leno. (The Good Wife might be the one.)
We always watch NCIS and it is going well with the new season, but we're not too sure about the new NCIS LOS ANGELES. Ron didn't like them saying they were going up to Pendelton from Los Angeles. He does tend to sweat the small stuff.
TWO AND A HALF MEN is going to have to lose the dummy (the ventriloquist dummy) if I'm going to keep watching it. Now that Jake is so grown up and not in as many episodes, it's getting dull.
Meanwhile I found a great little HBO series called THE NO. 1 LADIES DETECTIVE AGENCY and am renting it on Netflix. Talk about an unexpected detective show.
Have you uncovered any diamonds in the new TV shows or do you have some movies to recommend?
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Wednesday, September 30, 2009
ALL OF THE BEST
photo of Lil Bear
I am sitting here on the couch in front of my laptop. Slim, the best dog in the world, is curled up next to me. She just scooted over a little closer to remind me she is here and I paused to scratch her ears.
We have fed the cats this morning. I never know if we will have five show up or twelve show up. I recognize the ones that were born in our barn, but often we have complete strangers appear for the one feeding of the day. We must be on some cat map for good rest on a long journey.
Soccer Ball had two new kittens. One was paralyzed and died. It was very sad. The other is perfect. A perfectly round and fluffy gray kitten with only slight white markings. It has the biggest blue eyes and is not afraid of me. I have named this kitten Lil Bear.
Also, for those interested in David and Goliath, the are doing very well. It is amazing how suddenly David took a growth surge and is now twice the size of Goliath.
Elenore Hen has hatched a second batch of chicks. Sadly Mr. Gibson and Rachel from her first batch were killed. A coyote got Mr. Gibson. The female guinea fowl killed Rachel. Chicklet still stays close to Elenore Hen and is helping her care for the new three. Since they once again are two blacks and one yellow, I have named them Mr.Gibson II, Rachel II and Chicklet II.
One of my grown black hens is in our chicken infirmary. She is egg bound and that is very dangerous. I gathered her up and soaked her bottom in a pan of warm water. It was easy to sense the relief as she settled down immediately at the comfort the water gave her. Next she went into the nursery box with her own feed and water and a warming light. I added some extra oyster shell to her feed because I read that lack of calcium sometimes causes them to become egg bound. She seems to be improving. Maybe she will make it.
The Autumn weather is so lovely and it is nice to go out first thing in the morning to see our glistening estate. I carry my walking stick even just to go to the barn because I need it to clear the spider webs out of my path before I end up with a spider web hair net.
Such is life on the farm this cool Wednesday morning.
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Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Our family started out using the monthly Upper Room Devotional booklet with a special devotional written for each day. There was a scripture, followed by a Thought For The Day, followed by a story written by a different person each day, then a prayer. After the prayer we would sing together. Usually we sang the Doxology.
Every person was assigned a special part of this small, family worship service. I actually remember being eager to learn to read so I could read the scripture aloud someday or better yet, read the story.
I remember grumbling as a teenager that we shared this time as a family every morning regardless of sometime pressing need to get out of the house and go to school or activities or even church. Whoever heard of a devotional on Sunday? After all we're going to be worshiping practically all day anyway? I believe I actually said that out loud ONCE.
We shared this time even when we had company. Oh dear, my friends that spent the night were subjected to this embarrassing tradition. Even friends visiting from college were expected to participate in the morning devotional.
My parents changed to the yearly Upper Room Discipline for their daily devotionals and they would order each of us our own books for our families for the new year. Before they gave us our copy, mother would write all the family birthdays at the top of their birth date page. These persons always got an honorable mention in that morning's prayer. Names were also added to the prayer each morning of persons who were hurting or sick and in need of prayer. They would stay on mom and dad's prayer list until the various situations improved.
I give the Upper Room Discipline to my children each year and write in the family birth dates before sending them on. My book contains the names of persons needing special prayer as well at the birthdays.
When the daily devotional reading is done and the prayer has been said, I automatically hear my father's booming voice lead out with the Doxology:
"Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost."
(My precious papa passed away ten years ago this month. Both of my parents are gone but I still sense their daily prayer.)
Saturday, September 26, 2009
ouch, Ouch, OUCH!
We can agree to disagree because when it all boils down, our loyalty to each other and love for each other that is far more important than our political differences. Those I cherish all share my primary beliefs in preserving freedoms of the United States and in the Constitution and ALL human rights.
Lately I keep stumbling across vicious and vile words used by one party to describe the other. The supposedly cute phrases these blogger spew are not considered helpful or necessary to me. We seem to be getting points from the extreme left and extreme right if we come up with the most hurtful names to call each other. Well, I don't go for that. I might defend my beliefs against yours but I'm not going to resort to childish playground tactics.
If it satisfies your agenda you might be pleased to learn it seems words can hurt me.
Friday, September 25, 2009
THE DISOBEDIENT SISTER
My sister was almost three when I was born. She had learned life's lessons by that time from our five year old brother. She was completely ready for me.
Elenore, my sister, finds the greatest cards that depict our childhood. The message inside this one says: "I'd like to think I helped you grow into the person you are today." Believe me when I say she has.
Her first born grandchild, Nora, has just started school. The first progress report from the teacher suggests Nora should concentrate on herself and shouldn't try to be in charge of the classroom. Hum? I wonder who she takes after?
We only live 45 minutes from my sister and bil. The rule is supposed to be when they come to our house we feed them and when we go to their house they feed us. Today we are going there and they are feeding us. However the last time Elenore came here, she brought lunch. She had a good excuse -- she always does. It seems that she is always breaking the rules. I really cannot complain because it almost always makes my life easier.
Elenore taught me (whether or not I wanted to learn) how to dance, how to dress, what to eat, how to fix my hair, how to act on a date, (usually following me and my date at a distance).
I may be 63 years old, but to my sister I am still a work in progress. It is great to have a disobedient sister who only breaks the rules to benefit others
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
GIVE ME FIVE
Life -- With so many warnings on products these days and with laws being passed for our safety, it has been my opinion that the best way to cover everything is to slap a permanent warning stamp on each new baby's bottom that reads,"Caution, Life can be hazardous to your health".
Military -- I could not join and do the job required, but I shall ever and forever be grateful for the men and women willing to enlist in our military and volunteer to stand between me and the enemy.
Movies -- I have loved movies my entire life. The dime shows on Saturday afternoons probably thrilled me as much or more than some of the multi-million dollar productions of today. My spouse sees them all as Hollywood propaganda and he is probably right, but he doesn't watch and God love him, he doesn't give me too much flack because I do.
Grandchildren -- It appears that Joey (19) is going through a terrible breakup with the love of his life. Ian (17) was just here visiting so we got to catch up on all his happenings and learn about his garage band. Ryan (17) is getting his driver's license and is busy with The Pride band and his girlfriend. Jasmine (16) is bouncing from teenage pillar to post and has her driver's permit. Dillon (15) is becoming known as a heart breaker, a politician, is busy with The Pride band and keeping up with all major sports. Michael (15) is adjusting to his new Oklahoma home and just made the rifle team in ROTC and has joined FFA at his school. Beth (13) is testing those terrible teenage waters but seems happy most of the time. Hope (7) is filling the princess role very well and she does have quite a mind of her own. There you have run down on our grandchildren -- The Great Eight!
Childhood -- I was blessed with a wonderful childhood. Small towns afforded me the opportunity to run free and go home at dusk covered in various accumulations of my day's activities. We had tons of kids on our streets and I had two older siblings to look up to. I had perfect parents. My childhood was spent in wide-eyed imagination. (Come to think of it, my adulthood is too!)
Thanks Mary. This was neat. If anyone wants five words, let me know and I'll send you five.