Saturday, September 13, 2014
I was sitting on the couch watching a program on cable. Jim was sleeping but the TV was on in the bedroom, and they were showing it on the channel he was watching,....he came out and said something about a plane crash. I said a prayer for those aboard, not quite understanding the gravity of what he was trying to say...he came back out and said turn the channel to local...I did and it hit me quickly what happened, and I burst into tears, for the terrified people in that building that had no idea what was going on through the smoke and the noises and the screams of their friends and fellow workers... ..that day is something I think about a lot, not just on 9-11 but throughout the years...I think about the families of those that had died, and wonder how are they doing today...how does mom or dad tell the child why they won't see them anymore...how do you explain that to a child...so yes, I remember the day very well...and I will never forget it. It was a day that I saw America come together as one...mourning for so long what had happened, helping each other out...random acts of kindness being preformed......and I pray that it will not happen again, and now I see America is divided again, bickering over which political affiliate did what to whom, random acts of violence happening all over the country, kids running up and punching people in the face..why? Because they can......I watch as America is no longer a christian nation, and we are not politically correct if we say we are a christian, and I cry when I hear wearing an American flag on a t-shirt in school is wrong as it might offend somebody.I am saddened as I hear about a girl that gets suspended for saying God bless you to somebody who just sneezed because the teacher said she does not want that kind of talk in her classroom...and I pray some more...for America, for our government to work for the people not for what they can get out of it,I pray for our soldiers, and I humble myself before God, that He help our land...our precious land that so many have fought and died for our rights...for our land of the free and home of the brave ...and I pray some more...But God gave us free will.(Joshua 24:15) And if it seem evil unto you to serve the Lord, choose you this day whom ye will serve; whether the gods which your fathers served that were on the other side of the flood, or the gods of the Amorites, to whose land ye dwell: but as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord. ...and people have chosen, and it saddens me that I see so many people serving themselves, to hear...Oh I'll save myself on my deathbed, right now I just want to have fun... to watch Sunday morning christians become Monday morning self servers......but God gave us all free will to chose who we will serve...and I will continue to pray...that our land will once again be land of the free and home of the brave, and I will not apologize for praying,...and I will not pray in secret for fear that somebody sees me and gets offended..but I will continue to pray for the souls not yet saved. and I will not stop asking...are you saved? because it's not PC to ask those kinds of questions....and I will say to you if you want to be saved and don't know how to be ask me, ask a preacher ask somebody who knows the Lord with their whole heart...just ask...and I pray some more...that we will once again become a christian nation........and that America will once again be the land I used to feel safe in from attacks like this...land of the free, and the home of the brave...and I will not apologize for posting this, because somebody will be offended...and I will not argue about this post either. This is how I feel about this day...9-11-01...and I will pray....
Monday, August 4, 2014
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
When we first go married, Jim had a truck and I had a van...we pretty much stuck to driving our own vehicles. One day I needed to go to Wal-Mart, so off I went. Spent quite a bit of time in there since there were no Wal-Mart's where I lived in Philly...bought everything I needed, payed for it, and went out the van, to put the packages in, and go home...I wandered all over that parking lot! You know how it is...you were pretty sure you parked in one spot, and it's just not there so you just keep walking all over the lot looking for it... I kept going back to that spot thinking, "I swear I parked right here". I wandered for an hour, and just kept thinking...it's GOT to be here! Well...the packages were getting heavy, I was all hot and sweaty, and getting a tad frustrated. It was slowly dawning on me that somebody stole my van! I went back into Wal-Mart told them what happened and they called the police. They came quickly, took my statement and even offered me a ride home which I thought was really nice! We pull into my driveway and there it is...the policeman says... "Isn't that the van you said got stolen"?....sigh..."yes, yes it it is", as I blushed a very bright red, I kept repeating "I'm so sorry"! I had forgotten I had taken Jim's truck that day because it was parked behind my van! The policeman glanced at me with a chuckling look in his eye, but was polite enough to refrain from laughing until I got out of his car, thanking him and apologizing over and over for the misunderstanding.... I'm guessing I was the main topic of conversation for the locker room at the police station and many police dinner tables that night!I did go in and tell Jim what happened...he said, how could you forget you took the truck, you backed over the boys bikes before you left, and came in to tell me about it?? Blank stare....shut up... Tip of the day...Always ALWAYS remember which vehicle you took to the store...always....Def one of those 'Was my face red" moments!
Monday, June 2, 2014
Monday, May 5, 2014
So one night Jim and I were in the kitchen. We were getting our plates ready to eat dinner. Jim gets the salt shaker and starts shaking it onto his food. Jim. The salt shaker is empty, where's the salt.. Me. (already sighing because he should know where the salt is). It's in the cabinet next to the stove. Jim After a few minutes I can't find it! Me. Fine, let me get it. Open the door, hello Morton! Sitting right there in the front is the salt. So I turn and hand it to Jim...and did not say one word by the way. Jim..thanks hon... Now..I am not really paying attention at this point to what Jim is doing. He did start to hand me the salt back but I'm sure the look on my face says you can put that back by yourself so he did... Fast forward to a few nights later...Jim is at work and I start to make a pot of rice for my dinner..I get the salt shaker out, noticed it felt a little light, but start shaking it into the pot, thinking surely he put some salt in here....No...Really?? There is no salt in the shaker...oh come on...so basically that night he put a little salt in his hand and sprinkled it on his food and put the salt back probably not even thinking he just might need that salt shaker again..... Fast forward about two weeks after the salt incident...I hadn't said anything up until now but it was just bugging me and I had to know... Me. Jim..a few weeks ago when you asked for the salt because the salt shaker was empty...do you remember that? Jim...yup...why? Me..I'm curious...and I gotta know..when you had that carton of salt out...did it even dawn on you to fill the salt shaker? Jim...blank stare... Me..I mean you're standing there with an empty salt shaker and now you had the carton of salt...did it cross your mind to fill up the shaker? Jim. blank look now turns into a sheepish grin... Me. What's that grin mean? Jim...sheepish grin, now followed by the blanket going over his head I hear a muffled... I got nothin... Me...sigh...things to do today...teach Jim how to put salt in the salt shaker...
Saturday, May 3, 2014
TIP OF THE DAY... Well...let me explain how I came upon this very useful tip, or tips I should say...last weekend I woke up and came out to the kitchen...turned on the radio, and started the coffee...turned around and noticed Jim hadn't put his soda away...being the very nice person that I am, I decided to do it for him...so I opened up the 12 pack of black cherry soda and, well...maybe this wasn't the brightest move, but it's the way I've always done it...I just kinda tilt the case, pour them out gently and then stack them under the cabinet...then it happened...PSSSSHHHHHHHHHH...right in the face...I searched frantically for the soda that has hit me dead in the face, I ran my fingers through my hair, found the culprit and tossed it into the sink as I grabbed towels, and anything else I could get my hands on to mop up the now pink cabinet, floor and face, shirt and dog...I could still hear the soda in the sink, turned around... DRAT!! the soda was hitting the ceiling which is now the very lovely color of black cherry...(guess this goes with the texture of mashed taters I got up there a few weeks ago)...but def not the color I wanted my kitchen ceiling...finally finished mopping everything up, even the ceiling and dog, got a clean shirt out of the laundry room, and just stood there for a few seconds shaking my head and wondering just what happened, and why haven't I even had coffee yet, Jim walks in...you ok?? Yup...I put your soda away..Nice hair he says as he walks away...he doesn't ask too many questions anymore... TIPS OF THE DAY! Never EVER run your hands through your hair when you just got hit with soda...and NEVER toss the squirting soda into the sink without checking to make sure it's going into the sink and not onto the ceiling...I love my life...really...I do...
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
..The day started out typical...it's Jim's early day so we were up an hour earlier then usual... he took a shower last night so he wouldn't have to get up early to take one...I got up first, turned on the radio, started the coffee, and went about starting the day...Jim got up a few minutes later ...told him I was gonna take a shower..went in the bathroom, got clean clothes out etc, then I went to turn the water on...sigh...when you take the shower head off it's hook, and then hang it back up always ALWAYS make sure it's not facing the shower door...I let out a yelp...Jim comes in and looks at me...you alright?...I glared at him...he said 'ya know..you really ought to take your clothes off before you get in the shower...you're all wet.....I admire my self control.....