tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37171525789580094142024-03-04T23:35:30.020-08:00THE WORLD THROUGH MY WINDOWwindowgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08799208324391045945noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717152578958009414.post-41135952829718042132013-12-06T08:30:00.001-08:002013-12-06T08:36:25.515-08:00ANGELA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Angela is my precious Angel, now 13 years old.
It seems her biggest leaps</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">have come at Christmas time. Due to
complications after birth she suffered </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">brain </span>damage which made her a
very special child. She is one who has overcome </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">many of </span>the dire predictions of
her life and abilities. I know that her successes </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">are due </span>to </span>prayer and
love , and I am so grateful to people for both.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> The grim outlook for her as a baby was..."She will never eat solid food, she</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> will never walk, she will never know you are her parents, she will never play or</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> learn, she will never talk, we can hope for the best, but prepare for her to be</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> little more than a vegetable." Always at Christmastime she made her more </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> astounding leaps. One the Christmas she was three--she squealed with delight</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> at the sight of the tree being brought in, and that Christmas she took her first</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> steps.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> This week angela has tried very hard to speak--something she has never</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> done before no matter the coaxing. she has been able to say one word since</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> she was 4 and that word is 'happy". That word kept hope alive in our hearts.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Her little brother, Reagan, always introduces her saying, "This is my sister</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> Angela, she doesn't talk yet." On his own he has such great faith, and often</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> speaks of her brain getting better. He is very excited this week for her.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Angela is a joy and a gift; I know that when she speaks she will have so much</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">to tell us --in her own words!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> </span>windowgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08799208324391045945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717152578958009414.post-64242592319265220212013-11-18T18:11:00.003-08:002013-11-18T18:46:51.369-08:00time<span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="font-size: large;">A friend told me he was reading my blog....I was embarrassed because I had not written on it in a very long time...longer than even I thought.</span></span><span style="font-size: large;"> That's not to say I haven't written ANYTHING in a year....I have...just not there....on my public blog.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">sigh</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Children are older, events have passed...time has moved forward...I AM OLDER.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The thing with TIME is that it just keeps moving. I can make plans, I can procrastinate, I can look forward to a time in the future ...but the truth is time moves forward and drags us along whether we like it or not.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">My plan of having a book published "next year" has not happened yet "next year" has come and gone.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">SEIZE THE DAY! means more to me now than ever before. I must value each day, each moment and make the days count...just as God intended me to. Not that I will stress out, and drive myself crazy, and live an unhappy life....no just the opposite...because each day will MATTER...each embrace will mean even more....each conversation, each plan....will be a MOMENT instead of a minute.</span><br />
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<br />windowgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08799208324391045945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717152578958009414.post-46227671840198960542012-12-29T16:55:00.001-08:002012-12-29T17:23:11.302-08:00THE CHOICE IS OURS<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The new year is upon us and while "resolutions " will abound, few will be carried out.</span><br />
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<li><span style="font-size: large;">Spend time with family</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">Exercise </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">Lose weight </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">stop smoking</span></li>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> are the top promises to self that people make every year.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">These are well intentioned, but in reality none can be carried out
until change is made inside a person. Why? Because all are habits with a
root in self indulgence.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">We spend time with family when we decide to spend time with
family--usually we are spending time doing what we want to do. We
exercise when we decide that our health is more important than Facebook,
television or lounging around.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">We lose weight when decide to change our lifestyle and eating habits
instead of trying fad diets or short lived bouts of pills and gimmicks
that give us an excuse to say, "I've tried everything".</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">We stop smoking when we take control of our actions and deal with stress and anxiety in our life instead of numbing it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> All of these things take self sacrifice, and allowing God to
help by shining His light where change needs to come. Prayer and
spending time daily in His word can bring the Light that reveals to our
heart things we need to change. These can be big and little things.
Usually we don't expect the little everyday things to be important to
God, but they are the things that make a BIG difference , and can change
our world.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">It is usually roots of self indulgence that keep rejecting the light
that brings real change. But through His light we can realize that the
better we care for our bodies the more we can do in our daily life to
help others as well as be happier ourselves.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The better we feel, the more we will want to spend time with others
and be involved in things we enjoy. Our life was not given to us to be
wasted and our bodies were not given to us to be abused by our own hand,
they are tools for His use, but the choice is always ours.</span>windowgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08799208324391045945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717152578958009414.post-62350443309919162812012-11-21T05:59:00.001-08:002013-11-28T05:06:52.334-08:00THANKSGIVING <span style="font-size: large;"> HAPPY THANKSGIVING</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> This Thanksgiving season I am recording each day something I am thankful for. This is something I should do all year1 it has been a wonderful time of reflection, and thought, as well as realization that the things to be thankful for are infinite.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Nov. 1, I am Thankful for my children</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Nov. 2, I thank God for friends. Some friends are so close
they know my thoughts. They are few...others are wonderful friends of many
years whom I share stories, prayers and laughter. Some are new friends, I am getting
to know, love and pray for-- I thank God for them all!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Nov. 3, I am thankful for the earth that God has provided
for me to live on and enjoy. It’s beautiful seasons, and varied landscapes make
each day something to enjoy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Nov. 4, I am Thankful for my church, and church family, what
a blessing in my life!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Nov. 5, I am thankful
for a God who provided a way for eternal life, so that whoever believes on Him
can live forever with Him, and not fear death. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Nov.6 I am thankful
for the Spirit of God who comforts, and strengthens in time of trouble, and who
brings Peace in time of unrest, and who guides, when we don't know which way to
go.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Nov. 7, I am thankful for El Shaddai, "the God Who is
More Than Enough". in every situation He is more than enough to protect,
care, deliver, comfort, provide, hide me, battle for me,, and sustain me. All I
need do is trust</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Nov. 8, I am thankful for my two brothers, Mike, and Eddy.
Always close growing up, now we live with miles between but the hearts are
always close.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Nov 9 I am thankful for a country that has been such a joy
to live in. May I never take for granted the freedoms I have. May I always
stand up strongly to defend them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Nov. 10 I am thankful that I was raised by a Christian
mother. A foundation was laid and has held strong through my life, :)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Nov 11, I am thankful, for the abilities and gifts that God
has given me. I am able to do things that bring joy and comfort to others and
fulfillment to myself.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">N0v. 12 I am thankful for a grandmother and grandfather that
taught me so many wonderful things. Grandmother taught me just by example: A
simple house can be filled with warmth and comfort and welcoming to all that
enter. Food prepared with love taste better, Always make a garden- there are
hungry people out there--and the food taste better, Start the day early there's
plenty to do, start the day</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">with Bible devotions and end it that way. grow plants and
flowers, it will keep you in a good mood. Grandfather taught me to fish, to see
wildlife (stop talking and get your mind off yourself) and to grow fishing
worms, (he had the best), a sense of humor is necessary and always spend time
outdoors, enjoy the world god gave us, play nice.... (they are in heaven now)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Nov. 13, I am thankful for the freedom to come and go as I like
in my city, my state, and my country, And the freedom to share the gospel.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Nov. 14, i am thankful that my parents both were readers.
Both read with drama and voices befitting the characters involved. Daddy often
read various columns such as Andy Rooney, Erma Bombeck or Lewis Grizzard at the
breakfast table aloud to us using such flair that soon i was reading them
myself. Mother read to us often and I couldn't wait to learn to read myself.
reading is a blessing that brings growth both spiritually and intellectually,
as well as relaxation. be thankful for the seemingly little things, for without
them, life would be dull.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Nov 15, I am thankful for the availability of the word of
God, in any form. We can read it in any language, translation, or paraphrase. We
can see pretty plaques and posters and decor with verses on them. we have
jewelry, books, clothing and car tags with the word on them. we have tapes, cd
s, DVDs with the word set to music with sound effects and voices.. the blessing
of the Word of God is something to be Thankful for</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Nov. 16, I am thankful for the privilege of prayer--no
matter what the circumstance or condition, prayer is something I can do at any
place or time. Laws forbidding prayer in certain places have nothing to do with
whether I pray. Prayer is not a political stance, or a public display, it is a
talk between God and me, and it is always refreshing, always comforting, and
always strengthening.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Nov 17, I am thankful for music! In life we see music (hear)
at its best, comforting hearts, soothing spirits, entertaining us, leading
movements, joining events and even following events. In literature, we read of
it being used in this same way. In film we watch as the drama is set with
music, parades are marched to it, even news is punctuated by it. Music was
created by God and He saw fit to share it with us and give us the creative
minds to continue with it. His most important message was emphasized with music
heralding the coming of Jesus. A great musical trumpet sound shall be heard
when He comes again, what could we do without music?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Nov. 18 I am thankful that God made us in His image. People
have long pondered that statement. To me it means that we have attributes such
as His. We have creative ability in that we can think, have vision and ideas
and bring them into being.Our ideas can be put in the form of music, art,
crafts, inventions, food, architect medicine, and more. God has given us
emotions such as His. Love, compassion, sorrow, and anger are releases for our
soul ,also, when controlled, can be used for the benefit of others. Even anger
can spur us to solve problems around us.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Nov. 19 I am thankful for the proclamation of Abraham
Lincoln that began the annual observance of one day set aside to give Thanks to
God for all our being. This given in time of the great civil war should remind
us that even in the worst of times we have much to be thankful for.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">http://holydays.tripod.com/linc.htm</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Abraham Lincoln's Thanksgiving Proclamation</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Nov. 20. I am thankful for the birds! I once lived in a
newly developed apartment complex, each day I awoke feeling like i was in a
void, a vacuum and could not figure out why. Finally, it dawned! There were o
birds! the construction and activity of clearing trees, building ,etc. had
caused them to move away. with time, they slowly returned, and I was glad.
Without the sound of mourning doves, and happily singing songbirds each morning
life would begin rather dull.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Nov. 21, I am thankful for my big brother Mike Green today
is his birthday and I am thinking of him. We had a lot of fun growing up, I
still remember using daddy's siphon hose to drain mud puddle water from one
hole in the dirt driveway to another, great fun! He always answered my
questions, and helped me without making me feel too dumb, listened to my
troubles (still does that) and encourages me. I can’t wait to see him tomorrow
and I am thankful to have him. Happy birthday Mike!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> <span class="userContent">Nov. 22, On this Thanksgiving Day I am
thankful for God who created the universe and mankind to live here. I am
thankful for my ancestors, my family and my friends. I am thankful for
all I have, and the time that I have to live, may it be for His glory.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span class="userContent">Nov.23, I am Thankful for friends that are true, and truthful.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span class="userContent">Nov. 24, I am thankful for God's grace and presence in my life.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span class="userContent">Nov.25, I am thankful for the opportunities available for us if we have vision and motivation.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span class="userContent">Nov. 26, I am thankful for HOPE...</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span class="userContent">Nov. 27, I am Thankful for PEACE. The peace that God gives when one submits to him. It comes from trusting Him, and knowing that no matter what comes ones way, He is more than able and willing to handle it. It isn't something we can create inside us on our own, or cause to happen through medication or any other means...it comes from submitting to Him...it is His gift...</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span class="userContent">Nov. 28, As I listen to the morning awake on this thanksgiving day, I am thankful that all 6 of my children will be here today--something that has not happened in several years due to work schedules. Others will join as well and the day will be a blessed one. Struggles still abound in my, as well as others', home but through all the storms and even shadows in our lives....may we never forget who is our Shelter and who is our Light, He is Lord...and WE ARE THANKFUL </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"></span>windowgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08799208324391045945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717152578958009414.post-68487035371771442252012-04-17T05:45:00.001-07:002012-04-17T05:46:01.407-07:00life<span style="font-size: large;">I am not fond of pink flowers...give me red, vivid apricot, blues and yellows.. snowy white even ...but pink seems so half hearted....</span>windowgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08799208324391045945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717152578958009414.post-3856506827467476732011-08-16T22:03:00.000-07:002011-08-16T22:03:52.363-07:00<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Cancer is a horrible thing. I have lost my grandma to Pancreatic,my grandpa had skin cancer although Parkinson's Disease took his life, my mom succumbed to colon cancer, my dad had lymphoma although he died because he couldn't live without my mom. my uncle had stomach cancer my aunt had bone cancer,another aunt had breast cancer, my father in law had leukemia. Several fine and wonderful friends have had several types some have lived and some have died. I refuse to memorialize a disease, there are many diseases in the land and my family have been touched by a great many of them, diabetes, heart disease, crohns disease, cancer, cystic fibrosis, arthritis, fibromyalgia, lupus, MS. Why should adisease be memorialized? People are important, how they live, who they are and what has been bettered because they were here is what is important. My mother lived her life, it was at times a hard life, she taught me many things. Her sickness was short and her death was indeed memorable, but it is not her sickness or her death that I remember it is her life, her lessons, and her laugh.</span><br />
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windowgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08799208324391045945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717152578958009414.post-62313591668578356122011-06-16T19:55:00.000-07:002012-12-29T17:23:54.282-08:00In Honor of My Daddy <span style="font-size: large;"> I am thinking of my Daddy on this Father's day. He passed away in 2001. A wise man said, that even</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">the worst of fathers surely showed glimpes of true fatherliness every now and then. I hope this is</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">true. My father was not a ,"worst of the father's", by any means, he just had weaknesses, like everyone</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">else. I think true maturity comes when we can recognize our parents as human beings, who happen to</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">have offspring.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> My Daddy was a nature lover, a fisherman, of both the creek bank and the deep sea sort. He was</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">a hunter, who, because of his Cherokee heritage, gave every target a sporting chance. He was a</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">wonderful cook who experimented with every spice in the kitchen, and somehow everything turned out delicious.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Daddy was a prankster to the extent of having water fights inside the house, and wrestling matches</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">all over the furniture. He let me sit in his lap and steer the car while he worked the peddles before I was</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">old enough to go to school. He taught me to ride a bike, throw a ball and love music. He taught me to</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">polish shoes that were fit for army inspection, and showed me how to catch craw dads,(thats one I never got the hang of).</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> My Daddy was also a functioning alcoholic. This means he went to work every day and did what was</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">necessary to raise his family. He had some serious problems, but I am glad that wise man made the</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">statement about the good points, because it made me start thinking about them. I learned alot from my</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Daddy. I wish him a Happy Father's Day today, I miss him.</span><br />
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windowgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08799208324391045945noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717152578958009414.post-4171570621619209222011-06-16T04:46:00.000-07:002012-12-29T17:25:35.648-08:00Busted!<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> <span style="font-size: large;"> I have so many cute names for my children...Pudding Pie, Sweet Pumpkin, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Sweet Potatoe Bread, Dumpling Doo, Sweetness, Pudding Bear, Kissy Face. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The times when they are up to something they have different names like, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Tater Head, Pester Pot, Tumble Weed, Noodle Head.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">Yes affection in a name, it is a glorious thing.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"> I overheard a conversation the other day. A gentleman was discussing age and forgetfulness. He constantly offended his now grown children by "calling the roll" trying desperately to get the right name for the one he was speaking to. My Mom used to do that, I was called both my brother's names before she got it right. She would say,"You will be old one day and you will remember laughing at me."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"> I have six children, three of them are long since grown, and I can say </span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">truthfully I never mix up their names. I always get it right.It is a source of </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">pride for me (or so I thought).</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"> My son, Sweet Dumpling, age 21, was a part of the conversation I </span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">overheard. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">He replied to the older gentleman," You know my Mom never does that. When </span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">I was little I thought she was just affectionate and creative, calling us, "Sugar </span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">Pie", and "Dumpling Sweet", but now I realize she just couldn't remember our </span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">names!"</span>windowgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08799208324391045945noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717152578958009414.post-48543208198429911592011-06-04T06:46:00.000-07:002012-12-29T17:25:53.727-08:00A Date with Reagan <span style="font-size: large;"> It doesn't take much to make a child happy. Ethan, my son, needed a ride home from his work as assistant manager at a local Food store. It was late, past nine p.m. so I was going alone. I was nearly to the car when a little voice called,"Mommy, Mommy, can I come too?" It was Reagan running after me. Since I had been gone most of the day, I happily told him yest, I would love his company. He grabbed my arm in a hug and said, "Mommy you're my best friend, AND my best girl!" </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> I had buckled him in and was preparing to leave when Jonathan came and said he and Ang would go too. Reagan said nothing but his face fell. I said,"Reagan, Jon and Ang want to go don't you want them to?" He looked somber and answered quietly,"I don't tink so...tell Jonathan, another day...another time."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Jonathan and Ang stayed home. I felt that Reagan needed some time alone with his Mommy.And I was right. I didn't play the radio...we talked and then he was quiet, I asked,"Do you want me to sing you a song?" he smiled and said yes. I sang him a song that had been his favorite when he was younger,when I finished he was silent and then said,"BRAVO, Mommy, BRAVO!"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> We arrived at the store and had to wait quite a while for Ethan to finish up so we walked together in the parking lot in the darkness and then, I bought us an Orange soda and we sat on a park bench and shared it.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Reagan sat very close and held my hand a lot. When Ethan was finished we took him home. Ethan was going to hug Reagan good-bye, but Reagan said,"Just go Ethan, just Go!" We laughed.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> On the last of the ride to our place Reagan sang ME a song, it was made up as he went and very funny, and we laughed together. When I got him out of the car he hugged me tight and said," This was fun Mommy, Me and you are Good Times!"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> I think I have the sweetest boy in the whole world!</span>windowgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08799208324391045945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717152578958009414.post-34079557600637771292011-05-30T05:18:00.000-07:002012-12-29T17:26:28.807-08:00MEMORIAL DAY<span style="font-size: large;"> I smell my roast beef cooking, later I will pull it and make bar b que with all the fixings. It is Memorial Day, a day of eating and having fun doing exhausting play or being lazy...whichever way we decide to spend it!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Memorial Day...a day of Memory, a day to honor, a day to take note of what brave men and women have done to keep our people free. I say "our people" so as to make it more real to each person in this country. A country is a people. It is not land, it is not a cold, spot on the map, it is not a name ....it is a PEOPLE. A group of people working together to make a place to live, a place to grow, a place to pursue happiness. To do these things, the PEOPLE must be free.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Free to pursue, free to grow, free to worship, free to think and have vision for tomorrow, free to make those visions become reality. Sometimes that freedom must be fought for at high prices. When the backs of the people are pushed to the wall and freedom is at stake we must fight to maintain it. Once it is lost ...even a small portion...the fight must be harder, the fight must be longer and the fight MUST be won. There are those that believe nothing is worth fighting for, nothing is worth the loss of life to maintain. Those people are mislead, freedom is worth it. Let someone cover your face with a pillow and we will watch you fight for breath...that is what freedom is...breath..the breath of true life.</span>windowgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08799208324391045945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717152578958009414.post-51098210250335311742011-05-19T11:56:00.000-07:002012-12-29T17:27:05.792-08:00THE BOX <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It is amazing what a box will do. When my oldest children were growing up any kind of box thrilled them to pieces. At christmas time, when they were babies, a box entertained them more than its contents, and as they grew older boxes still gave them hours of play. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"> I had opportunity to bring home a giant box that a store had thrown out which had contained a large appliance. My kids were thrilled and spent weeks exploring the universe in their "Starship Enterprise" and running country roads in their "car". They hid in the "cave" and found treasure in the "mine", they chased bad guys through the sea in their "submarine" and visited each other in their "house". How can any child be child, without a box?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"> Last evening my 21 year old son knocked on my door, (odd for him), and stood grinning from ear to ear when I answered. He covertly whispered," I have a surprise for Reagan, he is gonna LOVE IT" But can I take it home and keep it for the weekend, before he keeps it for good?" I was thinking, "why has this boy brought an animal here?", "he knows I can't have one in the apartment". Then he stepped aside, to reveal a giant BOX like unto the kind a <span style="font-size: large;">refrigerator</span> comes in!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"> He brought it inside, to the delight of Reagan, who squealed and <span style="font-size: large;">vibrated</span>, exclaiming," A box, a box thanks Ethan <span style="font-size: large;">that's</span> a great box, " and later, "I know its just a box, Ethan , but can we call it Mr. Boxy?" Reagan and Ethan played in the box side by side; then Ethan convinced Reagan that it was best he take it home and "keep it safe" for him lest it get torn up, then he would bring it back.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"> Ethan played in his box after he got home and even pnotographed himself. My son, the drama king. He will be a great dad someday, instilling great stories and chances to use imaginations. He will watch his grown children play one day and smile....</span>windowgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08799208324391045945noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717152578958009414.post-23262181179946510312011-05-13T17:30:00.000-07:002011-05-13T17:30:48.415-07:00SMOKEI live in an apartment, its nice. I do have issues with the smoke alarms , however. There is one in every room , they are on a system that includes sprinklers (which froze and burst twice this winter, but that is for another blog) and alarm lights. I have no issue with smoke alarms, per se, it is just THESE smoke alarms. They are heat sensitive and smoke sensitive. I can barely make coffee without them going off. no I am not exaggerating and no I don't burn coffee.<br />
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Every single time I cook they go off and I do mean THEY...it starts with the one nearest the kitchen and travels until at least three of them are shrieking into the eardrums of all who live here. It is a problem for me since I actually cook, real food. every day. But even when it is a lazy night such as tonight, it is a source of irritation.<br />
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We got home late, kids were hungry ,so I threw a frozen pizza into the oven, twenty minutes later the alarms go off telling me that ...guess what?... the air is warmer. I open the oven door to remove pizza and they all go off, then Shadow (poodle) begins to whine and howl because it hurts his ears, I open the door to allow a breeze to come in and the alarms stop.<br />
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One day I was cooking a big meal and got tired of the one nearest going off so I removed the battery, in about twenty minutes all the emergency lights start flashing and all the remaining alarms start going off, I realize that any minute the sprinklers could start because I had messed with the system! So quickly I returned the battery and had to put up with the alarms every few minutes.<br />
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I know what will be sure to happen one day, I will be standing fanning the alarm while a real fire sneaks up behind me , because I am used to them going off!<br />
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.windowgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08799208324391045945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717152578958009414.post-11103498110632159502011-05-07T20:22:00.000-07:002011-05-07T20:22:35.433-07:00Happy Mother's Day<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> This is Mother's Day, I will say Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers across the land. I will say Happy Mother's Day to my mother who has lived in heaven since July 11, 1999. I miss her and I have been thinking about her all day. They are happy thoughts and memories of a wonderful mother.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;"> There are mother's and then there are mothers. Some do the basics that get the children grown, and then there are those that have a bond that last forever. A mother that one can talk to late into the night, and cry into their shoulder. A mother that one can pray with, laugh with , and play with. I had such a mother as this.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;"> One of my earliest memories is Mother reading to me "Chicken Little". She read to us children a lot. "Paul Bunyan", "The Sugar Creek Gang", the Bible, and countless other books. But she was a story teller too, she embellished every bedtime story ever written, to the extent that if you heard it as it was written it was quite boring. From this I gained my love of reading , and ...story telling.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;"> Mother gave the kitchen utensils for us to dig in the dirt with, hours were spent digging and building castles and frog houses. She taught us the long grass from the lily bed was really "spaghetti for the giants and they came to pick it at night, they might step on the houses so we better pick it first and cook it so they wont come." Gravels were beans, didn't we know? and she would show us the rocks in the beans when she looked them before cooking to prove it was so. My mother was not ashamed to play with her children...or grandchildren. From this I learned to enjoy my children.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;"> Mother was a great listener-- always ready to hear a problem or a happening. Sharing around the breakfast table was a common occurrence, bedtime talks were even more common. Listening and praying, were the things mother was sure to do. From this I learned to listen, and care.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;"> Mother was always singing in the house, singing at church and singing in the car. From this I learned to sing. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;"> My mother was not perfect, she was impatient, and she could be a little fireball, when she got her dander up. From this I learned, To try and be patient, keep my cool and control my temper...sometimes I succeed, and sometimes I don't.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;"> Happy Mother's Day Mommy, you are the best. <3</span>windowgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08799208324391045945noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717152578958009414.post-78019959889196307742011-05-06T06:44:00.000-07:002011-05-06T06:44:49.883-07:00They Grow Up so Fast<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Reagan is a little man of six. Quite handsome, and engaging is he with his antics and expressions. He was bound to get the attention of a girl one day....I just didnt think it would be this soon! I was comfortable with it though and quite proud as he raced by screaming in terror "NO No No No No " as she ran behind him trying to catch him to kiss him.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;"> Later he tearfully told me ,"I dont want to get married! That girl was trying to kiss me and that means I am marrying " I held him and comforted and of course was so happy my baby wanted to stay with his mommy forever and ever......Two days later....</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;"> We were all getting ready to go to the grocery store....as I washed his little grimy face, Reagan said ,"A girl kissed me right there". I stopped still and said, "What? a Girl kissed you?" "Yeah ", he said,"I got kissed by a girl". I was getting mad, that little girl chased my son down and forced a kiss on his screaming terrorized little personhood!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I remained calm, and gently asked,"Did you cry?" and he said ,"No I was dead on the ground like this ", as he slithered to the floor looking very dead,"and she kissed me so I could get alive again".</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Grasping at straws I responded hopefully,"Well, I guess YOU wont be dead again huh?" He answered somberely,"OH I will be dead again tommorow! I will be dead again ALOT!"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">My precious baby has been proselytized!</span>windowgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08799208324391045945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717152578958009414.post-23243667267160059332011-05-04T07:29:00.000-07:002011-05-04T07:51:18.347-07:00HOPE<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> I sometimes wonder why so much sadness exists in the world. Last night I thought," if I have to hear one more report of death or bad news I cannot handle it"....But guess what? I had one more report...and I handled it...and I am still here. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;"> Five deaths in less than a week in my close family or friends circle, only two had to do with the storms. Many other sad and bad happenings along with it. Such a sad week, all in all. I hate writing about less than uplifting things, so I tried to find some good in the week and it really was hard for a while; because all my brain would stay fixed on, was the hurt and horror of it all. Then I began to see things---</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;"> I have God who sustains my spirit and emotions and comforts me. Psalms 91.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;"> I have one truly great friend who lets me rant and doesn't judge.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I have a cute little boy who says just the right things to make me smile and look deeper at a situation. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;"> While driving, I saw, on the side of the road, Black-eyed susans and red clover standing thick and tall in the grass-- the promise of life and spring and hope to my eyes, at that moment. I saw dogwood blooming-- reminding me of Jesus and the just past Easter when we spoke of His sacrifice. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;"> As I sat on my porch, I heard the lady upstairs singing to her baby-- her voice truly beautiful. I had never heard her before...but the power was off and the windows were open...it was a blessing to hear .</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;"> Through the devastation and wreckage, there are reminders that all is not lost and Hope is here for the tomorrows to come, we just need to seek out the hope and cling to it.</span>windowgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08799208324391045945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717152578958009414.post-68047288634177275452011-05-01T12:16:00.000-07:002011-05-02T06:31:20.652-07:00Storm Damage<span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;">My power was restored today, after it went out during the severe storms and tornadoes a few days ago. I live in northeast Alabama and the damage is too severe to describe. I could write all day and still not replicate with words-- what the eye can not even comprehend. After living here for years and knowing the placement of businesses and residences, to see a pile of rubble, one can not remember what it was supposed to be-- it is so unrecognizable. </span><br />
Many deaths ,and much destruction has affected everyone living here. Each family has a member or friend who has lost something or someone this week. I have lost an uncle and aunt, who were killed in the storm, and several family members lost their homes and all their possessions. <br />
I have merely been without power for several days, but even with that I was blessed with a pastor with a generator and a compassionate heart. I was able to provide food for my children and enjoy fellowship at the same time this week. I still came home to a dark house but I could have my children around me and entertain them with stories and songs. We didn't stay up as late, and the house wasn't as clean, but when all is said and done, the important things got done. Helping each other and being thankful for everything and everyone in our lives.<br />
On a lighter and yet poignant note....I had explained to Reagan that the wind and the storm was why we had no power, and he saw the devastated areas that were accessible. Today when we came home from church the power was on and he jumped around singing," we have lights and lights and more lights! and TV. and Computer, thanks Wind Thank you wind!" and then he looked at me and said," maybe the wind will blow back the houses and trees since it blew the power back on" If it could happen, it would fix everything would it not? But since it cannot happen let us pray for all the families please.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"> I made sure everything was ready, Reagan's suit was ironed crispy , his shoes would fit nicely. Angela's new things were waiting, and her hair for once was almost laying nicely. While I was fixing my face, I told Jonathan, who was all ready dressed sharp and doing nothing, to help Reagan with his suit and tie. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;"> Time was getting away, Reagan ran in to show me himself and I quickly snapped a photo with my phone and ordered them to the car. We got to the church and I set to work checking rooms, and changing the cross cloth, making coffee. I was busy-- Reagan was running around. I remember having a thought about his pants being too big.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;"> People begin to arrive and as usual many played and talked with Reagan, he is everyone's friend. The service began, we sang, it was good...A wonderful lady sang, it was good. Pastor began his sermon...it was very good...I was engrossed as Reagan wallowed all over me. "Wow, Pastor's message is so good today, " I thought as Reagan laid over my lap ...I glanced down to see the fly of his pants staring up at me from his backside.....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">at this point in time Angela got up and went to the bathroom, I usually go with her-- but with Reagan across my lap with his pants on backwards-- I just sat there. "Should I take him to the bathroom and fix him?" I thought, "no, he would begin to yell, thinking he was in trouble...should I leave him and go to angela and makes sure her shirt doesnt get tucked into her undies?" "no leaving him alone on easter with Pastor calling all to a closer walk is not a good idea." </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;"> Soon Angela is coming back, I turn to see her approach....barefoot....her pants...BACKWARDS...and INSIDE OUT....and yes her shirt tucked into them.--</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">My only reason for living is CHRIST AROSE</span>windowgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08799208324391045945noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717152578958009414.post-71365346554436962332011-04-24T14:19:00.000-07:002011-04-24T14:19:40.705-07:00EASTER FROM REAGAN<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> This morning I arrived at church early to take down the red/scarlet cloth from the cross and exchange it with a white one. Reagan, of course was helping and chatting away.I took down the satiny red one and folded it, he asked to hold it for me. He was chatting about the soft, prettiness of it. Suddenly he was quite and watching me as I placed the white one around the cross,"Why are you putting a white one up there mommy?" he asked. I answered,"Because the white one means Jesus is alive and we are so happy".</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">He looked down at the one in his hands and said ,"This one is red". I said "Yes, isn't it so pretty?" With a grim face he answered,"Yeah, but it means He's just dead". he pointed to the white one on the cross and said smiling,"THAT ONE means he's ALIVE!"</span>windowgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08799208324391045945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717152578958009414.post-78231904861387865962011-04-22T21:06:00.000-07:002011-04-22T21:06:37.245-07:00It is Easter season and aside from the holiday's specific implications, Easter is a happy time for me because of flowers.<br />
I love flowers and plants of all kinds, I love dirt I love to smell it and touch it and play in it and make things grow in it. But I digress....back to the flowers.<br />
This time of year things are blooming and sprouting and filling the landscape with colour...how refreshing, new life, new smells, and new views.<br />
I was talking to someone yesterday who had no knowledge of such things outside of a flower garden. Where she lives if you have no flower garden you don't see flowers. I can not imagine such a thing. I began to think about all the beauty we have surrounding us here. Much of the beauty I love so much grows wild. I enjoy domestic flowers as well, tulips, daffodils, roses, azaleas, but the wild dog woods and clover and all the other plants are so beautiful and add so much to our life.<br />
Lets all stop this Easter weekend and take notice of the beauty around us.windowgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08799208324391045945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717152578958009414.post-88308636807470230802011-04-21T12:59:00.000-07:002011-04-21T12:59:35.036-07:00Keep Smiling...<em>I</em> am writing this at the local library, why? because my computer died. I have to be careful because on this keyboard I am using the space bar only works 2/3 of the time, that means, when I think it is fine , zappo! it happens again and appears that I am not breathing between my words...I hate that. Yes computer is in the shop getting a new brain... bummer, but a new brain will be good, all fresh and unused, un virused and un- tarnished. Hey that sounds pretty good, especially since he is taking my files from the old one and putting them in the new. Would that not be the greatest thing ever? To have a new untarnished brain but yet having the good information intact? Since that cant happen outside of science fiction we will have to have the next best thing, replacement value. REPLACEMENT OF BRAIN????? No, not quite. Replacement of thoughts, renewal of the brain. Get rid of old thought patterns and replace them with new. Toss out the junk and replace with good, positive, and visionary thoughts. Feed your mind on uplifting things and ideas. Build visions for tomorrow and begin to make them happen. When you feel like crawling under a rock, step into the sunshine, if its raining on your parade, just dance in the rain! How refreshing!<br />
My computer will be better than before...I plan to make my mind better than before as well!windowgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08799208324391045945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717152578958009414.post-82809793467879343502011-04-19T20:35:00.000-07:002011-04-19T20:35:40.897-07:00Living the Good Life<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Did you ever want to be a cartoon when you were a kid? My older brother wanted to be one, specifically Spider-man. I always thought it would be great to be Wile E. Coyote, not because he was a conniving thief, or that he was an underdog, but because no matter what happened to him....he came out unscathed. Sure a 1000 pound anvil fell on his head,but he simply walked away like an accordion, only to return seconds later completely fine. He may be blown to bits by his own bomb, but he would rise intact for another try. Falling off a cliff may harm you and I--- but Wile E. Coyote left a ten foot hole in the ground only to climb out of it stronger than ever.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;"> To a child....well, lets face it, to ANYONE that would be a great thing, living life with all of its hurts, pitfalls, and disappointments, and just walking through unscathed! But the thing about Wile E. Coyote is, he never learned a lesson....he continued doing the same things over and over again, never growing in wisdom, never maturing, and never changing his mind.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;"> We live life, make mistakes, have hurts and sorrows...but hopefully, we don't live as cartoons. Hopefully we grow and mature, recognize problems and fix them. Hopefully forty years down the road we are not in the same place we started out.</span><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Next time maybe I should sun first and be a good steward later. ;)</span></em>windowgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08799208324391045945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717152578958009414.post-42400136558762802142011-04-18T19:02:00.000-07:002011-04-18T19:02:28.531-07:00cooking<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> <span style="font-size: small;">It is amazing to me how many people don't seem to like to cook. I wonder if it is a dislike of cooking, or is it a lack of knowledge about cooking or just fear of creating something that is not good. When I was a young girl, I was a "can opener" I had no knowledge about cooking really aside from biscuit making. I also had a hefty dose of fear. I thought there had to be a "way" of doing and a great knowledge before one could be a real cook. But soon I realized that if I was to enjoy meal times I was going to have to start experimenting. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;"> Never being one that enjoys ready made quick meals like hamburger meals with noodles and heat up frozen entrees, I set to work. I started out by adding to these ready meals adding an onion or a pepper extra noodles and spices. Soon I was losing the fear. I moved on to creating soups, and stews, experimenting with biscuit doughs, and cake mixes.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;"> I tried various ways of cooking fresh vegetables, steaming , broiling, sauteing, until I was satisfied with results. One step at a time I learned to cook mostly through trial and error. Then I visited my older relatives and wrote down things they had in their memories about recipes and cooking tips. They had forgotten more than I will ever know.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;"> I hope the art of cooking doesn't die away, mabe some day a young relative will visit me in my old age and ask me for tips I haven't forgotten yet.</span>windowgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08799208324391045945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717152578958009414.post-68496034984259816482011-04-16T19:11:00.000-07:002011-04-16T19:11:50.055-07:00REAGAN<em><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> This has not been my best day ever, I've been a little down. But with a little boy like Reagan in the house no one can stay down for long. Let me explain him to you. He is six years old and quite the little sweet heart. He was born and seemed quite normal. He did things a little different than most babies, but we didn't mind. At the age of about a year and a half old, he began to lose words, he knew many words up until then....but he just stopped saying them, and he stopped playing with us, he sat behind the recliner and played alone...lineing his toys up in rows.</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;"> I recognized the symptoms and called specialists, and in the meantime we worked with him ourselves as a family. While he shunned hugs, we hugged anyway. While he withdrew, we followed. While he played alone, we sat beside him and played. </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;"> For a couple of years he only echoed what he heard, and scenes from tv shows he liked. He was a little parrot. But little by little he began to come out of the shadows and join us. Through prayer and play and perserverance, Reagan of the "Reaganisms", was born. Believe it or not, its only been a year that he has began to talk and have actual conversations. The first time he said Well, I love you Mommy" I cried for a long time.</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;"> Now I must share the latest "Reaganism" which is what we have named his little profound and often funny statements:</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;"> Reagan runs up to me with face shining and a smile as big as the sun,"Well, Mommy I CLEANED THE TABLE!" Ethan says, you did?" Reagan smiles,"YEAH I SPIT! and then I used the towel and everything! ITS shiny!"</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;"> It means so much more now that you know his story I hope!</span></em><em><span style="font-family: Verdana;"></span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;"> People drive faster than they should in such weather, hoping to get home quicker, but it makes for bad tempers and dangerous situations.</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;"> Even as the wind howls and the rain pours, my poor Shadow (poodle) has to go potty, but he won't go out in the rain! Unless of course I walk out with him....NOT A FUN TIME. I ask you, what is the difference in three inches of roof over my head as I wait for him? It isn't good enough... he stares pitifully, I must step out into the rain with him or he will go back inside and use the floor.</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;"> I threaten him as I often do with making a hearth rug out of him...he smiles and wags.... because he knows I dont have a hearth.</span></em>windowgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08799208324391045945noreply@blogger.com1