Irony anyone?

Does anyone see the irony of the muslims protesting cartoons depicting mohammed as a bomb throwing, gun toting wild eyed terrorist. So, what do the muslims do? They strap on their bombs, get their guns and threaten to kill anyone who does not apologize for the cartoons. And, not only the Danish are threatened, other countries are threatened. Muslims have threathened kidnapping and murder over this.

Boycots and other liberal nonesense

The Islamic world is in an uproar over these cartoons and these of Mohammed. They are calling for boycotts of Danish products, and are threatening to kill people if an apology is not given. And, liberals are agreeing with them, at least over the apologys.

Jesus has been portrayed as a homosexual and as a married man. Christians and Jews have been and still are, ridiculed daily in the media. Where is the liberal outrage? Why the double standard? Why are muslims allowed to pray in schools but Christians and Jews aren't? Where is the liberal outrage? Churches and synagogues are burned and destroyed in the predominately Islamic middle east, where is the liberal outrage? Where is the ACLU? Apparently civil liberties are only for certain religious groups. Maybe the ACLU is on Islam's payroll. Who knows for sure. And, apparently, freedom of speech applies to a select few. Hate speech legislation also applies to a select few.

There is a call for all non-muslims to sign petitions in support of Denmark and to buy Danish products, as a show of support.

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.................

My son Phil

I have to tell ya'll, I am so proud of my youngest son. He is doing so good, despite losing his father when he was nine. I did take him to a therapist for a few months after his father's death, and that may be one reason he is doing so good now.

He and I have had our disagreements, but Phil never did anything to seriously worry me. I remember worrying about that one night, till a friend of mine told me how silly I was being. The only thing he does now is smoke. I want him to stop and I am praying he will.

Phil is twenty now and in his second year of college. He gets good grades. He could do better, and I think he is this year. Last year was his first time to really be away from home and he did get a little silly. He won fifty dollars by drinking a gallon of milk at one sitting, something I am told can't be done without the person throwing up. Phil didn't throw up.

This year, between our finances and Katrina he has had to stay home and attend the local community college. He applied to Ole Miss last week, so he will be heading up there next year. He is leaning towards the law, but he is such a good writer that I suspect he may be a journalist. Maybe he will do both.

Today, a woman called me looking for Phil. She is a lawyer and Phil had applied to be a runner for the law firm she works for. I told her that he was at school right then, but I would have her call him. She then told me how impressed she had been with his resume. She said that I must really be proud, which I am and which led me to write this tonight.

Dennis would be proud of Phil.

Red state blue state.....ONE country...

I just got done watching a video slide show of pictures that a local EMT took of Katrina. Mostly the damage, but some of the actual storm. I can never watch something like this without getting all teary. Mainly from looking at the faces of the people who stayed through the storm and stayed on duty for days afterwards, but also, from seeing the people who left their homes and jobs and families and came to help. All the political, red state blue state mess forgotten. Thank you is just not enough.

I am going to see if I can post this on one of the online picture slide shows, so others can see it.

Grinches abound

The PC Grinches have been working overtime the past few years to rid the world of a horrible, nasty and racist expression that has been in use in the United States (if not the world) for hundreds of years. The phrase? Merry Christmas. They are watching and keeping their lists and checking them twice.....(ok, ok) They want us to say Happy Holidays instead. They want people to stop saying "Merry Christmas" or putting a sign in a shop window with "Merry Christmas" on it. And, of course, they want to stop schools from having "Christmas" anything.

Let's take this a step further. What about the Christmas songs?

" White Christmas" would be....

I'm dreaming of a white Holiday
With every Holiday card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all you Holidays be bright

Or....

"We wish you a Happy Holiday"

And, how's this?

"Have yourself a happy little holiday
Let your heart be light
From now on,
Our troubles will be out of sight"

Or....

"rocking around the holiday tree"..

Or..

The Twelve Days of Holiday????

Or..

"Silver Bells" 'there's a feeling of HOLIDAY in the air'?

Or...

"O' HOLIDAY Tree"?

What about Feliz Navidad? Which means Merry Christmas in Spanish, will we have to just trash that song?

And, what about 'yuletide'? Or 'yule'? Will we have to throw out "The Christmas Song'? I mean, we can change it to 'The Holiday Song', but what about the lyrics...'yuletide carols being sung by a choir'? Yuletide means Christmas Season. If we cannot make that fit the new Happy Holidays theme, will we have to just stop singing it?

And, for goodness sake, what will we do with 'Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer'? Singing, 'Grandma got run over by a reindeer, walking home from our house Holiday Eve', just does not sound right.

And, 'then one foggy HOLIDAY eve, Santa came to say'.....please people, get some sense.

There are so many songs and traditions that will have to be changed or stopped completely, if the PC grinches continue. I have never been offended by seeing Hanukkah candles or seeing Hanukkah greeting cards. Nor, has it ever bothered me when Muslim oo-workers celebrated or observed Rahmadan. Why is it just Christmas that is being targeted by the PC grinches?

Come on, get real and take on the real issues. Like starving children all over the world, even here in the US. If you want to make a difference in someone's life, buy clothes and food for a family. Is it that you don't actually want to make a difference? Is it that you want your name on the news and maybe a hundred years from now, someone might come across it doing a history report? I hope the report is about the 100 Fools of the 2005. And, I hope that YOUR name will be right on there on top.

Falls and........

I am one of those people who laugh like crazy when they see someone fall. You know the falls I mean. The ones where a person does more damage trying to stop the fall than if they had just gone with it. I don't like to see people hurt, and I will do whatever I can to help them, all the while laughing hysterically. This is the only reason I watch AFV.

Last night, while watching AFV with my friend Leslie, she decided to tell me about a fall she had recently in Branson, Mo. (Leslie is a wonderful,sweet friend who is a large woman,and who insists on wearing dainty shoes, especially sandals.) She said she was walking on an even paved surface when she stumbled over her own feet (read, silly sandals). This fall was one of the running two or three steps to try to save yourself from falling variety, which only makes you look sillier and you fall anyway. Let me add here that Leslie has a wonderful discriptive way of telling her experiences, so by the time she told me about sitting in her car surveying the damage, I was choking with laughter. I could just see her dance-running across the parking lot. I tried to be sympathetic as she described her injuries, skinned knees, skinned elbow, and a skinned nose. The nose is what did it. I lost it. She then told me that she still wonders why she puts up with me as a friend.Thing is,she does the same to me. I once almost stepped on a snake and she still tells people how high I jumped.

My mother went through abou three years of falling. She fell in downtown Moss Point, Ms once, during the worst of the 'shipyard' traffic. (Shift change, in other words.) We were walking to a taxi stand to order a taxi to take one of my brother's to work. She saw a cute little puppy and just as she pointed to it and said,'Oh look at that puppy.' She stepped off the sidewalk and went down. I helped her up, but I could not help laughing. She then said something that just hearing it now makes me laugh...'You would laugh if I killed myself'...Another time, she was rocking one of my neices when the rocker just kept going backwards. There she was, laying on her back, holding my neice, looking like she was still sitting up. Same position. I managed to hold my laughter and went to help her up. I looked at Wayne just as Mama said it...I nearly peed myself that time. Another time, we lived across the street from a laundromat. I was working nights and when I woke up, I heard her in the kitchen. I went in and there she was, standing by the sink with the whole of the rear of her pants wet and muddy. I never did find out why she would rather try to jump the ditch instead of going down the driveway. It was not any closer. Anyway, I walked into the kitchen, she was standing there looking out the window, drinking water. I did not make a sound. Then, she said it. I was always able to not laugh, well, at least not until I was away from her, unless she said it.

I have fallen. And, I laugh just as hard when it is me. Once, when I was about seven months pregnant with my youngest son, I was walking in the mall with Michael (youngest daughter). She grabbed my arm to show me something and down I went. She was afraid that I was hurt, so she did not laugh, at first. Then, the both of us were laughing so hard, I was almost unable to get up.

So, if you fall in front of me, and I laugh, please understand that it is the falling, the rediculous way you look trying not to fall, that is so funny. And, know too that I will help you as much as I can while I am laughing.

Christmas Magic

Christmas, or rather, the Christmas Season, is usually a time of gloom and doom for me. As much as I try to be different, I usually don't get into the 'Christmas Spirit' until a day or two before Christmas day.

Part of the reason for this is being raised a Jehovah's Witness. JWs don't celebrate holidays. But, I think the real reason I am the way I am is my weird family. My father was an alcoholic who rarely supported us and my mother was slowly going mental, probably starting when she lost her entire family.

Anyway, as JWs we could not celebrate, but, sometimes my parents would get me and Wayne gifts. Nothing spectacular, usually dolls for me and cap pistols for Wayne. But, they would not let us take them around any of our friends until after Christmas. That way the JWs would not know that we had gotten Christmas presents and our friends would think we had. Kids remember dishonesty.

The year I was eight was the first Christmas after my parents had divorced. Times were even harder for us financially and we did not even pretend to think we would have anything for Christmas.
About two weeks before Christmas, our older brother told us not to go into his room because he had painted the floor. Wayne and I tried to think of ways to get in there, but knew we would leave footprints. A few days later we pushed our fingers under the door as far as we could to see if the floor was still wet, but James came home just then and scared us off. Neither Wayne or I thought that there was anything in there for us. However, James was so cool. He loved magic and had all sorts of neat tricks in his room. And, he was a ventriloquist and had two dummies. (Remind me to tell you how he made the face of the first one.) James also had been thinking up and building tricks on his own, and we thought that he had finally gotten his duck trick finished. (That's another story.) But, what with school being out and our mean middle brother watching us, we had no other chances to sneak into James' room.

I had made something for my best friend, who lived next door. I can't remember what it was, but I remember putting it into a matchbox and using tin foil to wrap it in. Christmas Eve, I whined until Wayne walked next door with me to give it to Ronnie. He (Wayne) tried to run ahead so he could hide and scare me, but I was a faster runner then. So, we walked back home arguing about something silly. As we got closer to the house, he ran ahead through the back door and into the kitchen. Then he stopped. I came in and pushed him, fussing again because he was in the way. Then, I saw it. Standing against the living room wall was a brand new bicycle. Brand new. So new it was shiney. My mother was sitting at the kitchen table and said something about weren't we going to go look at what was in the living room. Until then I had no idea that there was anything other than that beautiful bike. Wayne went directly to it and I walked around the corner into the living room and found a record player with a stack of records, a Jerry Mahoney dummy and instruction book. I was afraid to touch anything. Finally, my mother told us that James had decided that Christmas was going to be special for us. He had been saving money for and buying these things for the past month. And, hiding them in his room of course.

I will never forget the look on his face as he sat on the couch watching me and Wayne that Christmas. That was magical. A truly magical Christmas. I keep trying to get that feeling that I felt all those Christmases ago back again and give a taste of it to my children. I don't know that I ever have.

Grabbos avisiting

The old OCD grabbo has decided to come visit for awhile. That is why I have not been posting here or anywhere else. I am dealing with him right now.

Shopping????

There is no way I will go out and fight the crowds for Christmas presents, just no way. I stay at home on 'Black Friday' and even today I did not order anything online. Today is the biggest online shopping day of the year. But, I ordered everthing I am going to order last week, so today I was just going to piddle around the house and read and watch old movies. But, my back and left shoulder have decided to make my life miserable. I have been taking aspirin for the pain, but today it was not working. My friend gave me ( I know) a couple of pain pills she had...something with codine. Now, I don't want anyone to think that I routinely take meds that are not mine or that I am some sort of abuser, but I was hurting. So, I had her rub some Emu cream over my back and shoulder, took two pills and lay on the couch with the heating pad. It took about an hour but the pain finally went away. I am getting to the point of almost deciding to go to the doc. At least I will have my own meds to take. I might even try to chiropractor, he did help me a couple of years ago. Anyway, this is the reason I have not been writing as much as I want to.

I have been reading though. And, listening to some books on CDs while I waller in bed trying to find a comfortable way to lay so my shoulder will stop hurting. Ya'll tired of my whineing yet? I am if ya'll aren't.

Good news is that I may, just may,be back home this week. My son almost has his place ready to move into and, I am going to make him start paying the house note again in December. That might make him hurry up and move.

Reese Thomas actually sat in Santa's lap last Friday (my daughter is like me and would rather not go out on the busy days, but she went with her husband to the mall) Mike, my daughter, told me that Reese saw Santa and took off running to get to him. He is twenty months old and has no idea about Santa or Christmas. But, she said he tried to push past two other kids. Then, when it was his turn, he sat in Santas lap with a big smile on his face. This is the kid who does not want anyone touching him or talking to him if he does not know them. And, he has yet to go to see his pediatrician without crying. I will get the pic of him on cd and post it for ya'll to see how sweet he is.

My other two grandsons are in Michigan and I have not seen them since last June. I was going to go back for this school year, but Katrina changed my plans. I hope to go back after Christmas and spend the rest of the school year with them, then bring them back here for the summer.

I love this time of year because of all the old movies and cartoons that we have watched for years. Like, 'It's A Wonderful Life', 'Scrooge' and the Grinch and the Wizard of Oz. I think that is really the best thing about the season, that and getting all the family together. This year all my kids will be in one place again.

Ok, enough rambling about nothings....and to all the Scrooges out there I say...Bah! Humbug! to you and your doom and gloom.

Thanksgiving aftermath

Well, Thanksgiving is over for another year. I am still recovering from eating more than I should. I won't eat like this again till Christmas dinner. Then will spend the time till next Thanksgiving dieting.

Today I bought most of the gifts that I am giving over the computer. I love it. My youngest daughter and I have a few things in common. One of those being that we don't like crowds. We agreed that the internet is the best thing for agoraphobics. It allows them to function without leaving home.

Hope everyone's holidays are blessed and safe.

Thanksgiving

Well, it seems that I will be cooking Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow. Of course, I have already started it. I cooked the ham and am mixing all the other stuff up so all I will have to do is put them in the oven tomorrow. This is going to be a good Thanksgiving. I

I had thought that I would just ignore it this year, since my older son still has not moved out of my house and I am still at Leslie's. Leslie and my youngest son do not care for each other, so, I was going to get Phil and the two of us were going to hang out. Then, today, Leslie asked me if I wanted to do Thanksgiving here. Then said that since Phil has made significant effort the past few months it is time to let all that silliness go. Amazing. This has only taken six years. I sometimes wonder who the adult was in all this dumbness.

So, tomorrow we (Leslie, Phil, Mike, Jamie, Reese and moi) to turkey and dressing (not stuffing) ham, sweet potatoe casserole, green bean casserole, mashed potatoes and gravy (if the gravy god decides to bless me) rolls and sweet tea. With apple pie, pecan pie and cherry pie, (all either bought or with bought filling and frozen pie crusts, I am not sadistic).

I pray you each have a blessed day and that we all remember why we should be thankful. And, go hug someone you have been on the outs with.

An-ti-ci-pation

Whatever happened to anticipation? Remember dreaming of a first date? A first kiss? First car? Seems nowadays no one waits for anything anymore. No one gets to experience the thrill of anticipation. It's all gimme now! Twelve year olds are dating, dressed to look as if they are twenty. Kids used to get a car when they graduated. Now they get one as soon as they learn to drive and pass the driver's test. And what is with 'friends with benefits'?

I had a long discussion with a co-worker several years ago. She said that she believed spirituality is what is missing and causing children to react or act out the way they do. At the time, I said that it was a lack accountability, that children aren’t made to be responsible for their actions. I still believe this, but I also think it is the constant feeling of wanting more and bigger things. Instead of allowing a child to enjoy the anticipation, things are given too soon. Children are also being robbed of truly appreciating and enjoying the gift or their stage in life.

Remember how it felt to anticipate? Why not let our children feel that also. What is so wrong with making a child wait for the next step in growing up?

And,,,,

More Mississippi Trivia

14. S.B. "Sam" Vick of Oakland, played for the New York Yankees and the Boston Red Sox. He was the only man ever to pinch hit for baseball great Babe Ruth.

15. Blazon-Flexible Flyer, Inc., in West Point, is proclaimed to make the very best snow sled in the U.S., which has become an American tradition. It is of course called THE FLEXIBLE FLYER.

CENTRAL MISSISSIPPI

16. The world's first human lung transplant was performed at the University of Mississippi Medical Center in Jackson, in 1963. The world's first heart transplant was performed at the Center the following year.


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Well, I got caught up in the xbox madness.........Bill Gates is a marketing fool, whatever else he in.......even though I never thought I would be. My son-in-law does not have computer access just now so my daughter called me last night to order one from Sears. So, I was online, with my mouse finger ready at mdnight. Went to the xbox section on the Sears site and.................nothing. My son-in-law called the online help line and got this.....'Welcome to the Sears online store...xbox are on sale now, just keep hitting your refresh button. Was there something else I could help you with?' Jamie had not said a word. So, it was back to hitting the refresh button. I stayed up until 3am, but never did make it to the site. This morning it is easy to get there, but, of course there is no more xboxes in stock.

Phil wants a gun for Christmas. His best friend is a hunter and has had a gun or been around guns for most of his life. Phil told me today that he has signed up for a gun safety course and wants to start hunting with his friend. I know the boy's father and know that he taught his son to be responsible, which he is. He is one of the few friends Phil has had since the sixth grade that I have consistently liked. But, if I do buy a gun, a hunting rifle, then I will have fresh worries. And, I know Phil is twenty and all that, but still. What to do, what to do.

I still have the weirdest thing going on with my left hand. It started back in February with my arm from my elbow down aching. I figured it was the way I used the keyboard so I changed the setup and added more support for my arm. Then, it started going numb, you know that sleepy foot feeling, all the way to the tip of the little finger. This spread to the next two fingers and stayed that way for weeks. Then it slowly started to fade away. Oh, and the aching stopped when the numbness started. Now, I get cramps in my left hand and the little finger still has a numb feeling. (My youngest daughter, Michael. told me that I better not be having a stroke cause she is not changing any diapers. ) And, of course, I have not seen a doctor. I hate going to a doctor, not because I am afraid of them, but because I feel like, if I am not seriously ill, then I am wasting their time. Of course, as much as the charge, they are not exactly wasting time. But, I think I will see how this goes.

Ok, the holidays always make me weird (er). So, there is no telling what I might write here in the next few days.

At least the grabbos have let me sleep at night. Gumbo has taken to 'burying' his bone under the bathroom rug, so it is becoming tricky to go in the middle of the night.