Prayer???

According to this article, a muslim can pray in school. And, Christians can't? Has political correctness gone totally absurd?

The school my children attended had prayer, even though someone could have complained and a few teachers and administrators could have gotten in trouble, but, that never stopped anyone. One of the most touching moments I experienced happened on the evening of 9/11. My youngest son played flute in the highschool band and also played on the football team. That evening the fire dept. brought over a ladder truck and hung a huge American Flag from it. Then, the two teams walked out onto the field and instead of stopping on each side, they walked out into the middle of the field. They joined hands and bowed their heads. Then, a local pastor asked everyone in the stands to stand, and prayed. He asked for peace and that we should be free of fear. That was the end of a long day and I had thought I was cried out. I wasn't. I was so proud of those boys standing there with their heads bowed, and seeing my flag gently waving.

I think it is time we, as Christians, should put aside our doctrinal differences and take back out country.

Kinda makes me want to hurl

I have about had my fill of certain 'christians' who I hear on Paltalk. I am so tired of the silly, childish bickering and gossiping. Grown men are sitting and talking about other people for such silly reasons. If they have a reason. One 'evangelist' has his wife open rooms about another person. Another is upset because someone else disagrees with his beliefs and chooses to not associate with him. The first man never lets an opportunity go by to get his digs in and then claims that the other man is 'causing division'. Another man says that there are non-essential doctrines that we should not divide over. Of course, what does he do if you disagree with that? There is another 'man' who reminds me of a chubby little boy who is not good at sports and gets picked on. So, he buddies up with the big guy. The guy others either really like or are afraid of. The little chubby kid sneaks around and listens to things people say. Then, he delights in saying...'hey, listen to this. what do you think?' If people are getting along, this twit has to remind everyone of the feud. Anything to cause trouble because if there is no feud going then he might be seen for the silly little twit he is.

All this happens and then they say.....'come sit next to me while I tell you about God.' Hello???? Why should anyone want to listen to what these people have to say when their own walk with God is such a weak one? Do they show the love of Christ? I am not talking doctrine. I am talking about loving your enemy. Doing unto others. These people seem to only be interested in having big chatrooms.

And, while all this happens Christians in Egypt are harrassed and killed. Christians are at risk in the Middle East. A Christian cannot have a bible in Saudi Arabia. While this is happening, christians I have watched and listened to on Paltalk are acting like spoiled brats. It is enough to make me hurl.

Rednecks anyone??

It seems to me that people have become so politically correct they will not speak out against what is happening in our society. Maybe it is because they are too afraid to be thought of as ignorant racists that they will not stand up to the Islamic propaganda, the militant gay agenda, and just the general deterioration of morals in our country. The fear of being called narrow-minded is keeping good people quiet at a time when good people are needed to stand up and stand firm for God and morals. It has become a joke to be a proud American. To say that you are a Christian opens you up to laughter and ridicule. Ugly people like Bill Maher are given a platform for their obscene denigration of God. It is ok to idolize Bill Clinton, even after we all learned that he is a liar and an adulterer. Our military is called thugs and worse by elected officials on the floor of congress.

Anyone who does speak up is immediately branded a redneck. But, like the song says, 'what this world needs is a few more rednecks'.

Stuff

Phil has to dress in his 'good' clothes for work and he does look sharp. However, he seems to think that you wash one outfit at a time. So, I took pity on him and have started washing his clothes for him. (He and I came to an understanding when he was a senior in highschool. It was time that he learned to do these sorts of things.) He also thinks that he should not empty his pockets before he brings his clothes to the washroom. I did try to tell him why he needs to....ink pins for instance, are bad news in a washer. And, since I don't want his clothes to be ruined, I empty the pockets. So far this week I have gotten $36.87. I have a jug that I use for change and every so often he will count the change and tell me how much is there. He does not realize that three-fourths of that is what has come from his pockets. I am saving for a new computer.....

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I think it was about twelve years ago that my OCD decided to let me know that it was still here. I had been doing good for several years with only minor flair ups that I could deal with. Medicine has never helped me, and I have tried a lot of different ones. I have been med-free for over three years now, except for an occasional xanax when the anxiety got too bad to handle.

I have been able to live very well with OCD with anxiety, I think mainly because somewhere in the back of my mind I realize that when an 'attack' is over, I will laugh. Laughter has gotten me this far in life. Well, laughing at myself anyway.

When I have a bad day, it takes forever to get things done. And forget leaving the house. If I have to, and it usually has to almost be a life and death issue, I have to start about an hour before I really need to leave. I have thrown away a countless number of pots and pans and clothes and utensils. Bleach is always on my shopping list.

Usually though, my life is just a series of tics and rituals. I count words and numers by twos and it has to come out even. I even things, like whatever is on tables etc. Sometimes I swallow till my throat is sore.....I mean, dry swallowing, without having eaten or drinking anything. I rarely do that, but when the urge comes over me, it is a hard fight to resist it.

Sometimes, when I am driving, I will go around the block or turn around and go over where I have just driven to make sure that I have not hit someone. A friend told me once that one day I will turn around and go back and then think that I hit someone on the way back so I will go back over that route and then think that I hit someone THAT time and turn around.......well, you understand. One day I may just turn into butter.

And, now, with the computer and stores that deliver, people who have agoraphobia do not have to fight it if they don't want to. They can pay bills, buy practically anything they want over the internet, and have their groceries delivered. I don't have agoraphobia. I don't have a problem with being outdoors. My problem is believing that the house and everything in it is ok......so no one will be hurt.

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Memories.....

Well, I was going to write about resolutions. You know, those things we make at the end of each year and promptly forget when the new year starts. I wasn't going to list any for me, since I don't think I have ever kept one in my life. So, I decided to make some resolutions for other people....like, telling Tom Cruise to stop smiling that maniac smile. But, since the main reason I started this is to give some family history to my kids......not that any of them know that I am doing this. I will leave my name and password to this in my will.....

That being the case, here is something I started thinking about last night. Late last night. Started laughing and upset Gumbo so much that he got off the couch. (Mike is here with her husband and baby and I gave them my bed.)

I am the only girl and the youngest in my family. I was both spoiled and.....well, I don't know what I would call it. Anyway, I loved playing jokes on my family (usually I was the only one who laughed). I went through a spell of thinking it hilarious to pretend to pull the chair out from under one of my brothers as the started to sit. I would laugh like crazy when they would sit half-way and then jump up to keep from falling.

One night, my mother (who was a bingo fanatic) talked me and two of my brothers into going over to State Line and playing bingo. Afterwards, we went to a local diner for burgers. At least, that was the plan. The diner has been there forever, I think, and is really small, four tables max and maybe eight stools at the counter. This night the were maybe six people there including the cook and waitress. Everyone was sitting at the counter with their backs to the tables. We, mama, Bobby Joe, Wayne and me, walked into the diner and headed for a table. Mama sat down, then I sat next to her. Wayne pulled out a chair and sat across from us. Just as Bobby Joe pulled his chair out, I got this uncontrollable urge to nudge his chair just a tad, enough to startle him. The chair shot across the room and in slow motion Bobby Joe started to sit and proceeded to go all the way to the floor and lay flat out on the floor. He immediately jumped up, picked up the chair and threw it at the table, yelling at me, then turned and stomped out of the diner. Mama looked at me like she could easily choke me and got up and left too. Wayne gave me a 'you a** is grass' look and left too. That left me to walk out alone with everyone at the counter turned around on their stools looking at me.

I was surprised that they hadn't driven off. I think if Bobby Joe had been driving, I would have been looking for a ride home that night. As it was, it was an hellacious ride home. Mama was talking about how she never got to do anything fun and enjoyable. Bobby Joe was cussing me and telling me that he was never going anywhere with me again, and wondering what the people in the diner thought when he just layed out on the floor. That got me to thinking about it. See, not one of the people sitting at the counter saw anything. They were all sitting with their backs to us. And, the chair made no noise as it slid across the floor (I swear the floor must have been waxed that day because I barely nudged the chair, honest) and Bobby Joe made no sound as he slowly went down. What the other customers saw and heard was four people walk into the diner, then, suddenly one of them starts yelling and cussing and throwing a chair, and then we all walk out again.

It would have been better on me if I had not thought about this. I got a laughing fit. The kind of laughing where you snort. Bobby Joe got madder. Mama got more pitiful. And, Wayne kept looking at me like I had totally lost my mind.

It was at least ten days before I was forgiven. Or, if not forgiven, then plans were being made to get even.

Update.........

Ok, so it has been a long while since I have posted. But, other than being busy settling back into my house, my other excuse is, I have had nothing that I wanted to write about. If I ever had. So, I think I will make this a update post.

First, I am back home. My older son, David, was supposed to buy this house, but he decided about six months into it that he would rather live out in the country and not in town. Which is ok. BUT, he took forever and a day to move out and when he did he left the house in a sad shape. I have several holes in to patch, from doors being banged into walls. Two doors to either replace or fix. I can fix this, because I have done it before, but still.......Besides that, he decided that he did not need to pay bills...utilities, etc.....for the last three months, so I have been hit with paying the past due electric, water and cable bills. And, he has left a mess of stuff in the yard that I will be removing for weeks at least.

On the other hand, Phil, my youngest son, is doing amazingly well. He started a 'real' job three weeks ago and has already gotten two raises. People love him. People are always telling me what a fine young man he is. When he was younger, his teachers and other parents would complement me on the way he acts. He got the Best Citizen award so many times, it was a big deal when he did not get it. Sometimes, in the middle of one of his hissy fits at home I would wonder if they were talking about another child. But, I suppose he had to act out somewhere and where better than some place he felt secure.

And, I raised these two boys exactly the same. The only exception is that Phil is so much younger and was nine when his father died, which made us extremely close.

My daughters are doing well. Connie, the oldest, did not go to school this semester, so I did not go to Michigan. I will go up in May and then bring the boys back here for the summer.

Michael, my youngest daughter, is having so much fun with her son. Reese will be two in March. Michael was the lucky recipient of at least two generations of genetics, she has some of my mental problems. Like, going outside, sometimes. Sometimes we have no problem, then again..... But, she is doing good now. She told that it is just her luck to be extremely shy and have a son who talks to everyone he sees. This forces her to say hello at least.

This week alone I have 'won' six lotteries, been chosen by at least eight people in Nigeria as the one person who can help them recover an ungodly amount of money. I have started answering the emails and telling them that since I have won so much money that I cannot accept anymore, to please give it to someone else. Do people actually fall for this? I suppose the must, but good lord in heaven, why? Greed? Oh well.

Gumbo is almost completely neurotic now. Poor thing, he has had to deal with so much so far this year. First, trying to get used to pooping in snow that covered his stomach alone was so stressful that he tried every way he could to get out of it. Then, he spent the hurricane huddle against me on the couch, scared of the howling wind. When he was almost over that, we went to a friend's house to stay till we could come home. My friend has a huge yard that is full of shrubs and trees and possums and squirrels and unknown critters. Gumbo went out one evening, squealed (that is the only word for the sound he made) came running to me shivering and then refused to go out into the back yard alone again. From then on, he either went out front or I went out back with him to protect him from the grabbos. THEN, we come home and he seems to almost remember living here. My cat remembers him and rubs all over him. Gumbo does not remember her and freezes when she comes near. He does that weird thing dogs do, he gets very still, stares at me and every so often glances over at the cat. As if to say....see? see what I have to put up with?.....poor dog.

I am saving for a new car. My Nissan van has over 260,000 miles on it. It is still a good car, but I am afraid that it is going to die and leave me stranded. I love that old van. I have been so many places in it. And, I would trust it still to take me on more ramblings. I am thinking of taking a ramble over toward Natchez soon. Then, drive along the Trace for a bit. There are so many things to look at there. I also still am planning a rock hunting weekend soon. That will have to be with another car though.

So, there it is. My update.................