"Keep scribbling! Something will happen." Frank McCourt

Sunday, December 14, 2014

See you next year!

"And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord." Luke 2:10-11 (KJV)
Read here the about the birth of Jesus and how his mother Mary  "pondered" all of the wonderful history changing things happening to her and around her and how she kept them in her heart .
May you and yours have a Christ filled Christmas. May your New Year be filled with dreams come true and over the top blessings.
See you next year!

Tuesday, December 09, 2014

If I were any crazier, I might be worried.

Imagine That
It's 5 a.m., time to get up because you have writing to do, before work, but first things first. You walk into your dark bathroom, barefoot, your foot skims across something furry? What.is.that? Walking into the bathroom in the dark is not cool, so you back up to the light switch and flip it on. What would you do when you find yourself face to face with a snake? You might scream, but imagine that you remain calm because you notice it’s the rare breed leopard snake, no more than three feet long, golden with brown spots.
You might be frightened until you notice that its tongue, is missing. Who would do that to a snake?
It's then you know exactly what you need to do. You return Millie's toy to her.
Okay, Imagine This
People are nuts all year long, but Christmas shopping brings out the special nuts, a nut mix, if you will.

The Wednesday before Thanksgiving someone I know shopped at a Wal-mart in a city nearby. She was alone and had parked on the side of the building. When she exited with groceries, she pushed the cart to her car. Next, she did what everyone says to do, e.v.e.r.y.o.n.e.. She set her purse inside the car and also her cell phone. When she ducks back outside the car, she sees her cart is moving away from her. A young man, (and this is important) in baggy jeans, waistband hanging halfway down his butt, is running away with her cart and groceries. A struggle ensues. She grabs the cart. He pulls back. He trips again and again over--his baggy jeans. 
Nearby, an elderly gentleman rolls down the window of his car. "Leave her alone," he says. 
The baggy jeaned bandit finally gives up, lets go and runs away.
Later on FB, the woman states that she felt badly, wondering if the young bandit was hungry.
A few days later, after church, I shop at the same store. Being the Paranoid Polly that I am, I watch every person that comes around me. Whatever happened to respecting personal space? I want that question answered today please.
So imagine this, one young man seems to be following me. He's wearing...wait for it...baggy jeans. His head is shaven, and he's "pretending" to look at his cell phone, but at the same time had no problem following me down two aisles. Once I reach the main aisle, I am angry at him. Sadly for me, it's usually at that time that anger wins over fear (unless I'm being chased by zombies). I stop in the middle of the aisle and wait until he crashes into me! Yes, I did! 
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he says, apparently surprised at our collision.
“That’s okay,” I lie. I guess he really was reading his phone.
He walks around me and hurries down the main aisle, but I followed him. (Yes, this is crazy, too.) A minute later, I see what he's up to. He has joined a young woman who is pushing a baby, in her cart.

A little girl runs up to him. “Daddy, hold me.”
I guess I showed him me. I blame Millie for my ridiculous behavior. She also bites before asking questions.

I'm a little behind on my post because I've struggled with Blogger for three days.

Sunday, December 07, 2014

Sunday Reflection: Treasures

I find it amusing that when Millie has a toy, and I pick up another toy, she rushes to my hand, abandoning the one she’s been working on, to grab the other out my hand. She's a bit greedy. I’m trying to teach her manners, but I’ve found that dog manners and people manners are regulated by different criteria. Or are they?
It’s no secret that this time of year is filled with shopping greed. You’ll find people doing "a beat down" just to get something for less or something they think their child needs.

At times, I obsess over money, having enough or wanting more. Otherwise, I’m pretty content with life, but at times, I'm like everyone else--I get the wants. Here's the thing. Money is only a tool and is neither good nor evil. It’s what we do with money that blesses or grieves.
“For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil. Some people, eager for money, have wandered from the faith and pierced themselves with many griefs.1 Timothy 6:10 (NIV)
In our final days of life, if we get the opportunity to look back at how we lived, we will probably (I hope) not be cherishing the things we can buy for money, but family, friends and place. As far as I know, money and possesions  have never said to anyone, I love you (and meant it).
“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also”. Matthew 6:19-21 (NIV)

Scripture Resources: Holy Bible, http://www.BibleGateway.com

Monday, November 24, 2014

Run Monday, here I come!

The Footprint

I am a kind person (most days), think of others (mostly), rarely curse (other than in my head) and never ever litter unless you count the supermarket receipt that escaped recently, flying out of my hand, hopping, skipping and jumping through parked cars until it got ran over by a rolling car. It didn't stop there. The receipt sprung back to life, roll away like a tumbleweed and into traffic. I let that one go because my grocery cart was parked on a hill, the wind was strangling me with my own hair and…I can’t run that fast.

Sometimes you gotta let go.
Anyways this brings me to the footprint—not the one in the sand, the footprint that we shouldn't leave behind, the ecological and global footprint. I love the earth. Never want to harm it, but who says I don’t want to leave a footprint when I die? That REALLY bothers me.  Do I want it to just disappear with me?

So if I may, I’ve decided to leave one footprint so I’ll be remembered. There will be good and bad associated with the footprint, just as I am good and bad. It will be a size eight with five toes in case you are wondering.

The Granddaughter

She’s about as perfect as they come. Perky and sweet. A talented dancer. Loves life and enjoys every single celebration we do as a family. Yesterday was her 11th birthday, but we celebrated her with a party, Friday evening.

Not too long ago, she wrote a birthday list for her aunt, Dr. Lovely Daughter. On the list she wrote that she wanted Barbie dolls and clothes, among other things.

She received many Barbie dolls. I gave her two Barbies myself and made her a few dresses. Why? Because the ones you buy are junk. (I also gifted her with a zebra butterfly chair.)

This sundress I made from fabric her great  great aunt, Belva Dugan, left behind. (BTW, this is one of the Barbies in our toy room, not one that I gave her.)

This one I made from a pillowcase that I happened to pick up at a thrift store. I have no idea why I bought a random pillowcase, except, I liked the print.

Then there's the wedding dress. Satan Satin makes me angry. Every time I made a mistake it became a part of the "new design". The last straw was when Millie grabbed it and ran. I chased and captured.

Let’s not mention the two straight pins I found in her mouth. I yelled at her like a hurricane roars, then I hugged her five times. I think there’s something wrong with my parenting skills.

The Writing
For one week solid, I typed nothing because after conferencing with an avid reader of YA, my daughter, she said I needed to get mean with my MC--give her harsh things to handle.

So I outlined again Twice in a Blue Moon, by hand. I didn't' know I could still do that--write on paper. (It now has a new title, more about that another time.) Writing with pencil (eww) helped me focus, too. None of that, OH you’re on your computer, stop typing and surf the Internet, dudette, instead of outlining your book.
The book is becoming more solid.

Lots of bad things are happening to my MC because she has a complicated life thanks to the adults in her world. Trust me when I say, it’s the adults who complicate the lives of children. (I'll probably end up hugging her five times.)
Wish I could tell you more about the storyline, but then I’d have to, you know—the killing thing.

You’ll find me Thursday, eating big, with my family and being sick that evening. Happy Thanksgiving!
May God bless you all!


Sunday, November 23, 2014

Sunday Reflections: A Thanksgiving

"When Jesus heard what had happened, he withdrew by boat privately to a solitary place. Hearing of this, the crowds followed him on foot from the towns. When Jesus landed and saw a large crowd, he had compassion on them and healed their sick.  As evening approached, the disciples came to him and said,
'This is a remote place, and it’s already getting late. Send the crowds away, so they can go to the villages and buy themselves some food.'
Jesus replied, 'They do not need to go away. You give them something to eat.'
'We have here only five loaves of bread and two fish,' they answered.
 'Bring them here to me,' he said.  And he directed the people to sit down on the grass. Taking the five loaves and the two fish and looking up to heaven, he gave thanks and broke the loaves. Then he gave them to the disciples, and the disciples gave them to the people. They all ate and were satisfied, and the disciples picked up twelve basketfuls of broken pieces that were left over.  The number of those who ate was about five thousand men, besides women and children." Matthew 14: 13-21 (NIV)
One of our student organizations decided to feed thirty of our district’s families with a Thanksgiving basket. I called a parent/guardians to see if they could use a Thanksgiving basket. There were no stipulations. No red tape. No proving who they are. No proving they are worthy of a free dinner. Each family who needed a meal on Thanksgiving Day gave thanks to me with an embarrassing measure of gratitude. I had to repeat that I was not the brain of the project only the tool and that they were welcome.
Voices that answered the phone, already defeated from getting a call from the school social worker, perked up when the dinner was offered.
Some said, “You have no idea what this means. “ (I thought, yes I do.)
One said, “I’ve lost my children’s social security cards.” I said, “You don’t have to prove anything.” (I thought, Jesus already knows you.)
It’s so easy to judge groups of people for whatever reason, but really is that our job as Christ's representative ? This coming holiday seasons, take your gift of plenty and share a little. You won’t be sorry.
May blessings of abundance and God’s peace be yours!