Veterans Day

Yesterday was Veteran’s day here in the United States of America. This is a day we set aside in this country to honor our men and women who take up the mantel of protecting our great country. Those who have served with honor and have made it home.

There are so many in my family, we go back centuries in this country. I am so proud of the men and women who have fought for the freedoms of this country. The very freedoms we enjoy to this day. 

I have brothers, a nephew, cousins and uncles and an ex-father-in-law who have all served this country with honor. Before them, in the very first Continental Army, my ancestor proudly fought for the freedom to form this country.

I have a multitude of friends who have proudly served this country. Taken the oath to protect the Constitution that formed this very land of liberty.

Without them we would fall to anarchy, socialism and complete chaos. 

On Veteran’s day and every day we should be honoring them and protecting their legacy of service. 

Some made the ultimate sacrifice, those we honor on Memorial Day.

Veteran’s Day we honor the ones that made it home, what we forget is what they bring home with them.

In some cases they bring home PTSD, in some cases they bring home incurable diseases (agent orange in Vietnam took one of my uncles after he came home). In some cases they come home to homelessness, loss of family, divorce and no support from the very government they chose to protect.

We have to do better for our Veteran brothers and sisters. We have to promise to protect them once they are done protecting us. We have to ask ourselves why is our government prioritizing illegal aliens over our veterans? We have to ask ourselves why we have so many veterans that need homes, mental health services and yet we give free services to people who break our laws and come here illegally.

We have to do better, we have to rise up as one and protect the ones that chose to protect us. 

When we, as Americans realize that the need to come together as one and stand for what this country was founded on, we are an unstoppable force.

To all of my family members, friends and colleagues that have served this great country in our Armed services, I solute you. You deserve all of the opportunities that are to be had in this country. You should come first and foremost, before people who break our laws.

I stand and solute you, I pray for your safety and every day you should have first place in line for, well, everything.

My grandmother saw all five of her sons go off to war, the majority of those fought in WWII, one in Vietnam. She saw grandsons go after that, I can’t imagine what she felt having to say goodbye to her sons, never knowing if she would see them again. 

Thankfully they all came home, she did get to see them again. However, she had to watch helplessly as some never recovered from their time in service. 

Love of country is something that has always been instilled in Americans since before birth. We need to instill that in our children and their children. 

Gratefulness for the Job I Never Knew I Wanted

With it being November everyone is talking about thankfulness. So I thought I would tell you one thing I am incredibly thankful for. My job, and I will tell you why I am so thankful, no matter what happens on the job or how stressful it becomes.

I was a divorced mother of three children, I had been divorced almost four years, life was not going well. I was working three jobs, going to school full time and raising three children. 

I worked at a children’s clothing store, church daycare and babysitting in my home. My car was falling apart, it was hard to make ends meet and I never slept. 

One day a friend of mine asked if I wanted a real job, I said I don’t know what that means because I work three real jobs.

She came over that evening with an application, stayed and watched me fill it out. Then hand walked it to the head of HR in the company she worked for. Did I mention the head of HR at that time was her best friend. Had been the Maid of Honor in her wedding. Yes, nepotism at its finest, I have no regrets.

The next day I received a call from said head of HR, she asked me to come in and test. Back in those days you did not interview for this corporation for an occupational job, you tested. I will admit I don’t know how you get hired these days. I went in, took a typing test, I type 95 words a minute with a 98% accuracy. I passed, she then had me take a Word Perfect test, I scored 100 and she said I can’t give you a perfect on that so she marked it 95%.

She then offered me a job, it was Operations Clerk, the position had been open for a while because no one could pass the typing test. The requisition said it needed 45 words per minute, no one could pass that, let that sink in.

I accepted, I said I needed two weeks to give my current employers, I never looked back.

The pay that I started out at replaced all three jobs that I had, I finished out the semester in school and didn’t finish my degree. I am ok with that, I was able to provide for my children, go to their school functions, sporting events and could pay the electric bill and buy groceries. It was very literally a God send moment. 

I was able to live in nice neighborhoods, send my children to good schools.

Also being an Operations Clerk was hands down my favorite job at this company, why you ask, good question. Because it was my first job, it started the whole thing, I learned what this company was, it taught me the bedrock of this company and how important its function is in society. 

Telecommunications is what keeps everyone connected, especially now, it is more important than ever in this world. 

24 years later I have worked a few different jobs and moved up the occupational ladder. I will be forever grateful for the opportunity to pull myself up and achieve professional meaningfulness in my life. 

Yes my friend provided my foot in the door, but since that day I have worked hard and proven myself a worthy employee.

Is it my calling in life? No. Is it something I can feel accomplished with at the end of the day? Yes. 

I have not only found a place I feel useful, I have made lifelong friends. I also found a place I can be as nerdy as I really am and be accepted. 

So on this day I am really grateful for my job. Oh and some things that have happened and I have witnessed will be taken to my grave. As usual any comments, questions or criticisms can be left here or sent to

Talent and Eye Talk

So my granddaughter writes, she has been writing stories since she could hold a pencil. She has dozens of journals that she writes in, every time she is with me and we go to the store she gets a new one. Along with mechanical pencils, she is just like her Uncle Alex in that regard, he loved mechanical pencils.

I have never read anything she has written until now, I had told her I would love to read one of her stories when she was ready to let me read one. Yesterday she sent me the link to her google docs and gave permission for me to read them. 

They are private, not anyone can read them, she had to give permission, which is fabulous for her age. There are too many ugly people on the internet for a child her age to be public. 

I digress, I eagerly opened the first one and started reading, she is good, really good, she writes fiction. This is something I could never master, and I have tried. She is really good, I mean like she should be published good. 

I am blown away by her talent, it is God given and I pray she continues to write her entire life. My mom would be so proud, she was a writer as well, she could write fiction, it is a talent and a gift to be able to do that, not so many people are so blessed.

May try, which is why we have books that are not so good, but that is ok, I truly believe if that is your passion and you can make a living off of it, good for you.

I am so excited for her future, I look forward to seeing where this talent takes her.

On another front, I had one of my famous accidents this week. I was sitting at my desk working away when I dropped something on the floor, I went to pick it up and like a fool, did not get out of my chair to do so, I thought to myself I can just lean over and do this. Well, as you can guess, I leaned wrong and slowly tipped the whole chair over, taking with me a side cabinet. 

I wasn’t injured just happy to be working at home where no one could see me. I don’t even know what I was thinking, leaning over the arm rests was the mistake. Accident prone Angie strikes again, nothing injured but my ego, that has a nasty bruise.

On another note, yesterday I went to the ophthalmologist, for the 4th year in a row my eyesight has improved. The glasses I have now had become blurry and have been giving me headaches. It was time to have my eyes examined, so off I went. 

He also said that it was time to take supplements for my eyes, he said to take Lutein + Zeaxanthin, I had never heard of this. But upon researching this supplement I found it does help strengthen eye health and staves off cataracts. He said that it was very inexpensive and he was right, even at Whole Foods it was less than $15.00. He said at Wal-Mart it is less than $10.00. I was going to WF’s on my way home so I just got it there. 

If you are over 50 I do suggest you take this supplement for eye health. We can never be too careful with our eyes, seeing is very important. 

That is all I have for now, it is Red River Shootout time, so Boomer Sooner! As usual any comments, questions or criticisms can be left here or sent to me at

Adoption Rant

So I was on Facebook and saw something that made me incredibly angry. So much so I felt the need to rant about it. This was on the DNA page that I follow, a woman said that she told her brother that their dad was adopted. He asked how long she had known this and she said two years. Two years she kept this information to herself, then she presented him with a DNA test and told him to take it. He declined and said he needed time to think about this, he was upset that his dad had never told him he was adopted. 

Apparently the dad didn’t tell the daughter either, she discovered this information on her own. This in itself did not anger me, there is so much wrong here, but it rests on the sister. Upon discovery she should have called her brother and said hey you know how I am into genealogy, well I did a DNA test and it turns out dad was adopted. He may not have known, back then no one talked about it, the children that were adopted had no idea. She should not have said here take a DNA test either, what the heck.

Here is what angered me, one person said of course he’s angry his grandpa is not his grandpa and his cousins are not his cousins.

This is pure crap, I am adopted, granted by relatives, however, my brothers are still my brothers, my sister still my sister and my parents are still my parents. My nephews and niece are still those things in my family tree. As a matter of fact in our official family tree I appear twice, and I think that is really cool. I love that about me, I love that I was adopted, of course I knew I was adopted.

When you discover shocking news like this a softer approach should be the norm, not the exception. And she should have called him and not waited two years.

Instead of presenting him with a DNA test, why not ask would you like to take a test to find out more information? It’s just common sense and a kindness, now the brother has been blindsided with information that he didn’t know, didn’t ask for and is rightfully upset and needs to process.

He still has his relatives, to suggest otherwise is disingenuous and wrong. Adoption does not negate relationships, instead it makes it richer, more nuanced. The dad’s parents wanted a child, someone could not raise theirs, so they allowed someone else to raise said child.

No one understands how hard this is on the birth mothers, what a difficult decision this is, instead of killing the child in utero, they gave birth and handed the child to someone else to raise.

It was taboo so many years ago to talk about, the birth mothers were sent off to give birth, never to talk about it again. They were shunned if they did, it left a lot of psychological scars for the women. 

I believe that needs to be recognized, let’s praise these women for their selflessness, it would be easier to kill the baby in utero than give birth and never see that child again.

For the love of all that is holy, do not say you are not related to the family that adopted a baby. You are related, it is legal, it is like a marriage, you are related to the family you marry into. Even after divorce, in a lot of cases you still love your in-laws, the nieces and nephews from that side, they are still your family.

I’m done ranting, it’s Saturday and I am contemplating a trip to Costco, I know, that does make me crazy.

Oh, and hello China! I really wish you would leave a comment or send me an email to let me know what you are looking for, I could write about it and answer all questions. As usual any comments, criticisms or questions can be left here or sent to

Bad Grammar and some Genealogy

Well hello old friend, it has been a long time, we finally meet again and I am ready to write.

Have you ever found yourself in the predicament of wanting to correct someone’s grammar on social media?

I can’t share a meme if there are misspellings or grammatical mistakes no matter how much I want to. Does no one read these? Also when I read a long post in some group or other that I am a member of and I can’t get past all of the misspellings/grammar mistakes. I can’t even answer them, some things are so poorly written I don’t even understand them.

I want to tell people can you read that out loud and tell me if it makes sense.

It’s horrifying, and it is across the board, young, old, in-between, it’s as if no one attended school on the days those things were taught.

I know, that makes me old and crotchety and I don’t care, I have always been this way. If I come across a mistake in a book I can’t read the whole thing.

I cannot be the only one that feels this way, there have to be more of us. Oh well, suffer I will, not in silence, but suffering nonetheless. 

On to the next topic, as you all know, or might not know, I took a DNA test several years ago. Not because I wanted to find long lost relatives, but because I wanted to find out more about my genetic makeup.

I am fascinated by that aspect of it, I love researching my family history and seeing where we came from.

On the flip side I have been contacted by people I have genetically matched with and asked how we are related.

I don’t know, how would I know that, one woman matched as a first cousin, which means one of her parents would have to be my aunt/uncle. I realized she matched me on the paternal side of my family. I know absolutely nothing about my biological fathers family. Purposely, I know nothing, I met the man twice, once when I was 5 years old and the second time I was 12 years old. 

He was a horrible human and there were reasons my biological mother divorced him when she was pregnant with me. She hid the fact she was pregnant as she could not have gotten the divorce back then. In 1964 it was a different world, the courts did not care that the husband was abusive not only towards the woman but towards children.

Neither one of them should have been parents, but there they were, 4 children, all of them given away.  I fared the best, the rest, well they are sad stories and not mine to tell.

I digress, I explained to this woman I did not know how we were related and suggested she talk to her parents and did tell her my biological fathers last name.

She did not recognize the name, wanted to argue, and I said I don’t know, ask your parents. Have them do a DNA test to see how they are related to me. That was the last I heard from her, I did notice I have no new matches.

I have had several people reach out to me asking me the same question. The short answer is I don’t know, the shorter answer is I don’t care.

I know some people are looking for their roots, their biological family but I am not one of them. I will give as much information as I have, but that side of the family I have none.

My biological mother’s side is a different story, I was adopted by her aunt and uncle, so my great aunt and uncle.

I know everything about that side, I also research my grandmother’s side of the family. Which is completely fascinating, we have been here in this country since the 1600’s, I even had a relative accused of being a witch in Salem, Massachusetts. She was hanged, sad for her, but a fascinating history fact for me. I never knew about that until I started researching.

I hope everyone finds all of the information they want about their family’s past, I just don’t care to add relatives. I’m good with the family I have, two amazing sons, one incredible daughter, daughters-in-law, granddaughter, bonus grandchildren and soon, identical twin granddaughters. 

My life is full and I am completely happy with all of my family relations. Once again I will answer any questions to the best of my ability but I don’t know a lot if you are on my biological father’s side of the road.

As usual any comments, questions or criticisms can be left here or sent to me at

Inane Behavior

So there’s this thing going around on Facebook and it is one of the most inane, ignorant things I have come across in a long time. I mean I’ve seen some really stupid things but this is really ignorant and uninformed. I’m going to put it here and then I’m going to tell you why it’s stupid.

“I’m vaccinated and no, I don’t know what’s in it – neither this vaccine, the ones I had as a child, nor in the Popeye’s chicken sandwich, or in smoked sausages, or in other treatments…whether it’s for cancer, AIDS, the one for polyarthritis, or vaccines for infants or children. I trust my doctor when he says it’s needed.
I also don’t know what’s in Ibuprofen, Tylenol, or other meds, it just cures my headaches & my pains …
I don’t know what’s in the ink for tattoos, cigars, or every ingredient in my soap or shampoo or even deodorants. I don’t know the long term effect of cell phone use or whether or not that restaurant I just ate at REALLY used clean foods and washed their hands.
In short …
There’s a lot of things I don’t know and never will…
I just know one thing: life is short, very short, and I still want to do something other than just going to work every day or staying locked in my home. I still want to travel and hug people without fear and find a little feeling of life “before”.
As a child and as an adult I’ve been vaccinated for mumps, measles, rubella, polio, chicken pox, and quite a few others; my parents and I trusted the science and never had to suffer through or transmit any of said diseases … just saying.

You are not vaccinated, I respect your choice,
I am vaccinated, respect my choice …

I’m vaccinated, not to please the government but:

  • To not die from Covid-19.
  • To NOT clutter a hospital bed if I get sick.
  • To hug my loved ones
  • To Not have to do PCR or antigenic tests to go out dancing, go to a restaurant, go on holidays and many more things to come …
  • To live my life.
  • To have my kids/grandkids go back to school and play sports.
  • For Covid-19 to be an old memory.
  • To protect us.
    Text copied, you can too.”

First off I know what is in McDonalds hamburgers and chicken nuggets and I choose not to eat them. I know what hotdogs are made of and I choose the kosher ones so I know what’s in them. I know what’s in vapes and I choose not to smoke them. I do my due diligence and research everything. Which is why I opted not to put synthetic hormones in my body while going through menopause.

Oh and the childhood vaccines, well we have had years of research with those. You take the polio vaccine and you don’t get polio. This is insane, why are people so blind and ignorant that they do no research and just stuff themselves full of chemicals and all of the bad things. I honestly do not understand.

I also read the ingredients for my shampoo, conditioner and soap, I’m one of those.

Please for the love of all that is holy stop being ignorant of what you are putting into your body.

Happy Birthday Jeffrey Andrew!

Today you are 36, it doesn’t seem like you have been on this earth for that many years. I still remember the day you were born in the Italian pink stone hospital.

They took you two weeks before your due date because that’s what they did back in the olden days when one had a scheduled c-section. Which caused you to be born with water on your lungs. It was terrifying for a young mom.

You were in the NICCU for 7 days, you also got jaundice while in there and they shaved your hair into a Mohawk because of the I.V’s they put in the veins in your head.

You were definitely a sight, you were a beautiful sight, you were completely perfect. Ten toes, 10 fingers, a head full of hair (until they shaved part of it) perfect little face, you were my gift from God.

Your existence was a balm after major losses, which made your hospital stay even more terrifying.

The doctor said your lungs would never be normal and you would not play sports like the other kids. When you started soccer and later played baseball I wanted to search him out and show him how wrong he was.

You grew up strong, I cannot tell you how much I love you, my oldest, my son. I hope you know I still worry about you every single day of your life. That never goes away, I’ll always have you in my prayers until the day I am no longer here.

I hope you know how much I love you, I hope you know that if you need anything, an ear, a sounding board or someone to help, I’m here.

Happy Birthday Jeffrey Andrew, I love you beyond the moon and back!

Controversial Thoughts

Here we sit, a country divided, not over race, I guess they decided to abandon that narrative. Instead, over a vaccine, a vaccine that has proven ineffective and in some cases dangerous. It is a vaccine that did not go through the normal trials, animal trials were abandoned early on as the humanized mice all died. All of them that were given this vaccine died, within two months. Two months in a humanized mouse is equal to two years in a human life.

I know what you are thinking, this is all anecdotal, it’s not, the information is there for those who care to research. I shall not be doing your research for you. 

I will tell you this, a friend of mine, an actual friend, not a friend of a friend of a friends nephews great uncle, an actual friend that I knew, that I worked with for years. He decided to go ahead and get the vaccine, he took the first shot, had a reaction, which his doctor told him was perfectly normal. He then went in for the second shot when he was advised to, not early, not late, when they told him to. He immediately felt sick, told the nurse who was administering it he felt sick, she told him that was normal. He should go home, drink plenty of fluids and get some rest. He went home, did as told, felt sicker and sicker, called the doctors office and was told once again this was normal and to sleep it off. He would feel better in the morning, he told his wife he was going to bed and she kissed him goodnight. The next morning he was gone, he had died in the night. Less than 24 hours after taking the second dose of the vaccine. 

I don’t know which one he had, I didn’t feel intrusive enough to ask that, I don’t know his wife at all. It is sad and horrifying, if you do some research on VAERS, established in 1990, it is the Vaccine Adverse Events Reporting System. Have fun diving in, if you have not researched this before putting it in your body, well, I’ll be praying for you. The next two years should be very telling, I am going to be brutally honest with you right now.

I do not understand how people can blindly go in and put something in their body that has not been adequately tested. Some are equating this to the Polio vaccine, let’s look at that shall we. Jonas Salk tested it for two years, and through the years has been proven effective. 

If you take the Polio vaccination you don’t get Polio, if you take the COVID vaccine you will still get COVID and in some instances die.

I have a friend, a real friend, that her 24 year old niece was fully vaccinated, she contracted COVID and died. Fully Vaccinated, tell me again why I should take this unproven concoction of chemicals?

I will not, I shan’t, no, not me, I will tell anyone who will listen why this is bad. Those of you who are willingly lining up are the trial, you are the experiment. 

I am a healthy 57 year old that has a very healthy immune system. I will not willingly compromise that by putting poison in my body.

I realize the people that have taken this poison will defend it, in some cases very literally to the death. 

To everyone who has taken it, please get healthy, eat fresh foods and get sunshine and exercise on a regular basis. Go for a walk, outside when you can, take vitamins, they do help. 

As usual, any comments, criticisms or questions can be left here or sent to me at I feel the need to reiterate, this is my world and any vitriol will be deleted and ignored. Real dialogue will not, it is welcomed and will be answered.

Lois and Clark, Buffy and Random Thoughts

So as of August 3rd, 2021 Lois and Clark, the New Adventures of Superman are now playing on HBOMax. I am very happy, I still love that version of Superman as well. Much like Smallville, Clark Kent is the focus and not Superman. 

It is finally stupid hot here in North Texas, and I did a thing. I want to lay on a floatie in water, I do not want to go to the communal pool in my neighborhood. Why you ask, good question, it is full of children, which is should be, this is a family neighborhood. But I don’t have small children so I do not want to go, and also, who wants an old woman just floating around in the pool when little kids want to splash and have fun. What I did is as much for their benefit as well as mine. 

I bought a pool, an eight foot round pool, 18 inches deep, just enough for me to fill up and lay on a floatie, get some sun and just enjoy a little bit of summer in my backyard.

I love it so much, I am also not so much with the swimsuit in public. I don’t like my legs, my arms, my stomach and well everything from the neck down is just disgusting. I am still battling menopause and it is taking over every ounce of me.

So I lay in my backyard, in my kiddie pool and look at the clouds. It is perfection at its best.

Here we are at the beginning of August, a not so fun time for me. Michaels’ birthday is August 9th and my mom’s going home anniversary is August 11th. After this week I will be fine, but I just have to get past this week.

On another note I am rewatching Buffy the Vampire Slayer, for about the thousandth time. I am of course disgusted by the things that are coming out about Joss Whedon, his ex-wife confirms the things that Charisma Carpenter and others are saying about him. It also explains a lot about Nicholas Brendon and all of his issues since the show ended. I would also be very curious as to the reason why Michelle Trachtenberg had it written into her contract that she was never to be alone with Whedon again. Luckily she had a mother that was watching out for her, I bet that made Whedon angry, but he was not able to do anything about it as she was a minor.

I still love the characters and the world he created, Sarah Michelle Gellar has said she will be forever proud to be associated with Buffy, but she did not want to be associated with Joss Whedon.

Which begs the question, why was Charisma the only one brave enough to speak out? After she did, then they all started coming out about their own issues with him. 

I will say his ex-wife, Kai Cole, came out after their marriage ended and told all, but no one was listening. People always discount the ex as being bitter, without really listening to them. Which is sad, because while ex’s might be angry, rightfully so if they were the wronged ones, they are telling the truth. 

I stopped telling anything about any ex because people just label you as bitter. I’m not bitter about the things that have been done to me, I am stronger because of them, it would be nice if people wanted to hear about my experiences. 

Some could learn from them, maybe see the red flags sooner, avoid pitfalls. Not the women with any of my ex’s per se, but women in general in relationships with other people. I have seen so much toxic behavior that people could avoid if they only opened their eyes. But it is not for me to tell them, they have to learn it for themselves. 

Oh well, I have waxed on about inconsequential things for too long.

I had thought about going shopping today, however, it is tax free weekend here and I am not going to battle that!

I hope you all have a great weekend and remember, eyes open, if you are experiencing someone not being their best towards you, leave. You are worthy of being treated with respect.

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Happy Birthday Odela Mae

Today is my mom’s birthday, as many of you know she was born in 1913, no, that is not a typo. My parents were older when they adopted me, the older I become the more I realize what a special upbringing I had. As usual I will be telling you one of my memories of my mom. Today I am going to share one of her memories as she told it to me. So here we go, buckle up, it will be a wild ride.

Shortly after my mom turned 80 I was visiting her, per usual I was waxing on about how perfect she was in my eyes. Not in a sarcastic way, I really believe my mom was perfect.

well, that day she really had had enough, she look at me and said in an exasperated tone that she was not perfect, none of us are perfect. We all sin and we all come short of the Glory of God and should live our lives accordingly. She really wished I would stop saying that especially in front of other people.

I said fine, tell me one time that you sinned, just one, I’ll take anything. She said, well ok then, and we sat there, and sat there and sat there. She finally said, when I was 5 years old, I interrupted her and said you had to go back 75 years! I can go back 75 seconds and tell you one of my sins! I may have gotten a little loud, she said do you want to hear this or not. I said I absolutely do, she she began to tell me the story of what changed the whole trajectory  of her life. 

Before I tell you the story, you have to remember she was 5 years old in 1918, that was a very different time frame than now. Think Little House on the Prairie, it was rural Oklahoma and life was very different.

On this particular day they were doing laundry, that consisted of a big fire, a huge caldron and homemade lye soap. It was my moms’ job to make sure the fire didn’t go out, she was very resentful of this job. She wanted to go play like the boys got to, but she had to stay and help with the laundry.

Her mother told her to mind the fire she was going into the house to get the clothes now that the fire was hot enough and water was boiling. She was told not to let the fire go down, she had a stick she was poking at the fire to make sure the flames stayed just right.

She was mad, she was resentful and she was 5 years old. That is a ripe combination for something bad to happen. Just then their old barn cat walked past, my mother hated this cat, the cat was mean, and she had been scratched more than once. So she took the stick she had been poking the fire with and bopped the cat on the back to make it go away from her. She wasn’t thinking, the stick was on fire, the cat yowled and she saw smoke coming from the fur. The cat ran away from her and right under the house. 

She was horrified, she knew without one doubt the house was going to catch on fire. Her mother came back, she didn’t say a word. She watched that house all day, nothing, she just knew it was going to happen when everyone went to bed.

When night came and she was in bed, she stayed awake all night praying to God. Please don’t let the house burn down, she thought to herself it will kill my whole family. My brothers, my baby sister, my mom and dad. 

Morning came and she ran outside, that cat was sitting not he porch giving her the evil eye. Not burned, just a little singed, she ran inside and got it a saucer of milk. Her mother yelled at her and told her not to give that barn cat any of the milk but she did it anyway.

She said that was the day she knew God was real and she made up her mind at 5 years old to live a life that was dedicated to the Glory of God. She wanted to be like Jesus, she said it wasn’t easy at all, no matter what people see on the outside. 

That day could have been devastating for her family, she said that it could have been devastating for the community. Houses back then were not like houses of today, they were old wood, that could easily catch on fire.

As she ended the story she told me that life is never easy, it is not easy making the decisions that align with Christ, but it is a life worth living.

I never loved my mother more for telling me that story, for showing me she wasn’t perfect and it was a struggle for her as well. 

I still believe my mother would have been canonized if we were Catholic, nothing will ever change my mind about that. 

But knowing she was human after all makes her even more perfect to me.

Happy birthday mom, I know you are having the best time with Dad, Jim, Jesse and Michael. 

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