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Monday, August 31, 2015

Eating Crow. Literally.

Look at those big black birds on         ’s car. 

You mean the crows?

Is that what they are? 

In the olden days people ate crows, if they were hungry enough.

Is that true?

It was in a Laura Ingalls Wilder book. Must be true. It tastes like chicken.

Really?

I think the book said that. For the next potluck, I think I'm bringing crow. Enough for everyone. And everyone will love it, and say, ‘Teresa, I want that recipe.’ I will say, ‘Okay, but you just ate crow’.

(Laughter)

I guess I won't bring crow for potluck. It's illegal to shoot them. Plus PBS says they are quite intelligent.

Really? You can't shoot crows? 

Yes and they're intelligent.

Conversations out of left field. 



Sunday, August 30, 2015

Sunday Reflection: Words

When my son was around three years old, he was misbehaving, more than usual. It was just one of those days for me. Clearly at my wits end, I said something like this to him. “If you don’t stop behaving badly, I’m going to take you to the grocery store and leave you there.”
Still to this day, I don’t know why I said those words. It was a stupid scene and (obviously) still haunts me.
His face screwed up.  “Don’t leave me,” he sobbed.
Of course I cried, too, and comforted him. We probably comforted each other.
As you may have guessed, I never left him at the store. I’ve never abandoned him, not even when he made bad decisions. He even mentioned, twice as a teenager, how no one came on the scene faster for him than I did.
The tongue has the power of life and death, and those who love it will eats its fruit. Proverbs 18:21(NIV)  
I work daily with children whose caretakers tell them they are worthless. You know what? Those children cannot be convinced otherwise.  
The words we say to others can mean life or death.
Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in Your sight, O Lord, my strength and my Redeemer. Psalm 19:14 NIV
What are the words you say? Are they kind and encouraging? 
Blessings
Teresa


Monday, August 24, 2015

Thoughts that have nothing to do with the other.

About my Parents

My awesome parents celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary last week. They are funny people and cute. I finally realized why I’m so awesome.

About Millie

I think something happened to her at a grooming appointment. I have no evidence except for the condition she was returned to me in and the amount of time it took her to return to normal. There were other odd things, in the past, that didn’t add up, until that day. Millie is back to um—normal. You can take that as a good thing or….

A skunkossum  or punk?

Millie doesn’t understand other dogs. She doesn’t understand why they insist on smelling her butt. The only pack she wants to be a part of is mine. We’re a pack of two, I guess. However, she “thinks” she understands cats. The reality is that seventeen-year-old often-grouchy outdoor cat Kiki Dee likes Millie.

They met through glass. Their relationship advanced to sitting at the screen door, nose to nose. The next thing I know, Millie had taken the head of her decapitated giraffe, bounced it in the air, on her nose like a seal and off the glass at Kiki’s face. I don’t know, but I think, Millie was inviting Kiki to play.

Poor Millie doesn’t understand that Kiki could trim her chin hairs with one swipe and poke out her eyes for no good reason, if she felt like it.(Remember how Kiki chased me in the house and scratched my ankle, just because I took one picture of her?) Anyway, Kiki seems to like Millie and rubs against the glass and screen to prove it. The problem is that Millie thinks all cats love her, and in her yard she races with each one that passes by.

They don’t love her.

Imagine my panic when on her last potty run, the other night, actually it was almost dark, I see her staring out into the big yard. When I follow her gaze, I see a huge animal slinking along the ground with what looked like a white strip down it’s back. 

"OH NO, OH NO," I say, with panic in my voice. “Millie, get in the house.” 

Any normal dog would run to their master to please her, right? She ran the other way to get a closer look.

The animal stopped, turned toward me and took a few steps in my direction. I ran in the house to get a flashlight and shoes that I could run in and raced back outside. 

What was that? I swear it was a skunkossum or perhaps a punk, something between a possum and a skunk. I shined my waning flashlight in its eyes and watched it watch me.

This is not a big fish story. Whether a skunk or a possum, it was at least three-foot long with a pale stripe down its back. If it was a three foot possum, get your kids inside the house. If it was a three foot skunk, get your kids inside the house. Yes, it’s the same directive.

Millie got carried in the house.


Before I go, The Ruralhood has a new post. With summer nearly gone, I been thinking about how I spent summers as kid. Here’s what I came up with: Now when I was a kid…

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Sunday Reflection: The Sting of Death

When people we love die, it’s final. We can’t see them anymore, talk to them on the phone or include them when good or bad things happen to us.

Death is final. Death has its sting.

If we're lucky, they live a long life, but sometimes they don’t and that is a tragedy in itself. Sometimes people are blessings, but can also be thorns causing pain.

Death has little benefit unless we accept by faith that Jesus is the Son of God sent to save his people from themselves: sin, bad decisions, a life lived unworthy of the plan of God.

Today someone I’ve known for so very long, a relative, is dying.  Family members are sad. We all know we will see her again in heaven, but that does not take away the sting of death.

“Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope. 

For we believe that Jesus died and rose again, and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him.

According to the Lord’s word, we tell you that we who are still alive, who are left until the coming of the Lord, will certainly not precede those who have fallen asleep.

For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first.

After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever.

Therefore encourage one another with these words.” 1 Thessalonians 4:13-18 (NIV)

Blessings,
Teresa

Monday, August 17, 2015

Last Week


Profound questions intruded my brain last week. Are you ready?  
  • Does Sonic omit the real cherry at the bottom of their small size cherry coke? Or is it always just mine?
  • Does anyone, anymore, think before they react or is this a outdate skill?
  • Do I look like I was born yesterday? (Be kind.)
  • Are people really that stupid or are they just selfish?
  • Here's a really good one. Why is there hate? And what is the benefit of hating someone? Wait! I know the answer to that one.
I also had a favorite word from last week: Telltale. I used it relentlessly, in most conversations. 

So, Millie and I are working through something bad that happened last week with a groomer. I wrote about it, on JW, but then decided I'm not ready to do that, yet--post it here.

Still working through it in my mind. 

Have a great week and trust NO ONE with your pet. Okay that's not fair, but that's how I feel. I'll post about it later.