I’ve told this story to one nephew and my daughter, I thought I might tell the world.
A few weeks ago I was startled awake in the middle of the night by flashing lights. Disorientated and confused I grabbed my phone thinking it must be an Amber alert, no, nothing on my phone. The lights were still flashing, my bedroom is in the back of the house, the windows face my backyard and the backyard backs up to a wooded area. I knew it wasn’t a police car or emergency vehicle as I can’t see the road from my bedroom.
I’m just lying there thinking this is it, it’s the revolution! It’s happening! Still nothing on my phone and the lights are still flashing.
I decide if the revolution is happening I need to go the the restroom. I am 58 after all.
As I am walking out of the bathroom back to the bed I see it, the source of the flashing lights.
A few months ago I had bought light up scrunches and had worn one to bed. It came out of my hair in the middle of the night and I had rolled over on to it turning it on.
August 29, 1985 was equal parts excitement and terror, I was terrified at what could happen, and excited to welcome a beautiful baby boy into this world.
The day you were born was an incredible day, filled with elation and then fear. You were born with water on your lungs and had to be rushed to the NICU. I was told by one of the doctors you would always have lung issues and never play sports.
You proved them all wrong, starting in soccer, then t-ball, softball and baseball, throw a season of football in and there ya go, an all around American boy.
I’m so proud of you son, you have grown into an incredible man, son. You have a sense of humor that is quiet and surprising. Much like the rest of us you can throw zingers in rapid fire.
You are an observer, you always have been, with a keen eye and sense of what is going on in the world.
I love you so much and I know I don’t get to see you as often as I would like. You are very busy with a bustling family of your own.
Every day I pray for you, that you retain your sense of humor, that you are strong for your family and that you keep that sense of wonder and curiosity that you have always had.
I love you so much son, I hope this birthday brings you everything that you want and more!
Today is here, 31 years ago you made your way into this world and your place in this family. The day you were born was a great day, you completed our family and now you have your own family.
Watching you grow into the man you are has been an honor, watching you grow as a father has been nothing less than amazing.
Seeing you stand up and become an advocate for your daughters, for doing what is best for your family, taking care of them, working for your family. It is a privilege to be able to watch you grow into the man you are.
On this birthday I pray that God rains his blessings down on you, that you and your family thrive.
As your mother I could not be more proud of you, your strength, intelligence, your heart, I pray that you take time to enjoy all that you have in your life.
I know you are going to continue to do great things in your life, for your children, with your wife and for your future generations.
Always remember to do what is best for your family and you as a person, always remember you are very much loved. Always remember you come from a long line of people that persevered and overcame. From the first one of us to come to this country, the one you are named after to the current generation. It is in your DNA to tackle life and make your own way. Never forget how strong you are and how much you have gone through to get to where you are. You are nothing short of amazing.
Happy Birthday Thomas Alexander Graham Bell, I love you so much and am so grateful to be your mother.
With next week being Father’s Day I thought I’d tell a story about my dad. It doesn’t involve me and happened before I was born.
It is a story dad loved to tell and he told it to me so many times.
My sister will have to correct me if I get any of the details wrong because it involves her as well.
Nell asked dad if she could play with his hair, he didn’t have much for her to brush and play with but he told her yes she could do that. I don’t remember how old she was when this happened.
He fell asleep soon after she began, when he woke he decided he needed to go to town for something (I honestly can’t remember what for if he told me).
As he was walking around town he began to notice people were looking at him and laughing. For the life of him he couldn’t figure out why.
Then he looked in a storefront window, Nell had put pin curls on his head with Bobbie pins. He became very angry yanking them out one by one making his way to the car. By the time he got to the car he was laughing at how ridiculous he must have looked to all of those people.
He told he that he couldn’t be mad at Nell because he had given her permission to play with his hair.
He would end the story with let that be a lesson to always look in the mirror before you leave the house.
He was a man that loved Jesus, his family and friends. He had an infectious smile and even more infectious laugh. He would say it’s better to laugh than cry and he was so right. I feel incredibly fortunate to have had him as a father.
This next story is mine, dad was working on the car in front of the house. He had it backed in facing out with the fence behind it. He told me to get in the car and push down on the gas. I said I don’t want to do that and he said go on and do it. It’s fine, it’s in neutral, I get in the care, a 1972 Ford Ranchero.
I pushed down on that gas pedal and the car went backwards into the fence. He and I just stared at each other, our eye were big and round.
Mom came flying out of the door and looked at dad and said Drivers Ed. He and I just stared at each other then her, dad said alright.
She went back in the house and dad said I guess it was in reverse. I don’t think I said anything, just handed him the keys and walked away. The dent in the fence was there until the day they moved out.
Some days I miss him more than others, I miss his advice, his humor and his steadfast love of the Lord. It was unwavering, even with a handful of a daughter like me.
Today I celebrate, with no fanfare, my longest successful relationship to date. It is my 25 year anniversary with the major telecommunications company I work for.
I am really proud of this accomplishment, it won’t be celebrated, we all work from home now so no party. I could use the party money and go out to dinner but that would be awkward. Me and my boss, my guess is he is hoping I do not opt for that.
Since I have no other outlet I’ll tell you all about my career so far. Not really a career, more of a happy accident.
I was working three jobs, going to school full time and raising three children. A friend of mine asked if I was ready for a real job and I said sure. She brought the application to my apartment and waited while I filled it out.
The next day the head of HR called me and asked me to come in and test. You see she had been the maid of honor in my friends wedding. Nepotism is a beautiful thing and I have no shame.
I took what is called the Telephone Battery Test, at first, due to the questions, I thought that they were trying to see if I was crazy and not hirable. I later realized the test is designed to see if one is crazy enough to work here.
I also took a typing test and word perfect, I passed, they offered me the position of Operations Clerk. I accepted and the rest as they say is history.
That one job allowed me to quit the other three jobs, I finished the semester and we began to have a normal life. God blessed my family immensely with that open door and I will be forever grateful.
More than the financial aspect I have also made lifelong friends in this company. Too many to list individually, some I still work with, some who no longer work for the company.
I have had positions I have loved, I have had positions I have not loved, but through it all I have been grateful.
Grateful for the training I have received that has allowed me to move on to other departments and jobs in the company. Never getting bored, never complacent, never stagnant.
If you’ve stayed with me thus far, thank you, this is my only opportunity to tell anyone about my 25 year relationship.
So I did a thing, a bad thing, so bad that I know God was tuning in and shaking His head and saying she’s gonna learn today. Telling the Angels, stand down, this is a lesson she brought on herself.
I had a bad week this past week, and yes, I know, I am not in a war torn country, I have food and a place to live and a job. I could be so much worse. Now on to my issues that were not so great.
My air conditioning went out, it was Tuesday morning and I realized the fan was running in the house but the unit outside was not. I did what any person would do, I youtube’d it and checked a few things. I had recently changed the filter, recently as in 4 days prior, there was no debris blocking the unit. Then it started talking about electrical stuff and I was completely out.
I called my leasing agent and she was on top of it, they could come the next day, which is a blessing, it wasn’t a week out, it was literally the next day.
The bad thing is Tuesday was hot, it was 85 degrees with no breeze, I do have fans and the house is all tile and wood flooring, so it was fine.
But then came time for bed, as you know I am in full blown menopause and the hot flashes are no joke. I typically keep it at 64 degrees at night. It was 78 degrees in the house, by then a breeze had started and I opened by bedroom windows and had three fans going. My ceiling fan and two floor fans.
I did not realize the temperature was dropping as much as it did. Needless to say I did not sleep well and when I did and woke up it was freezing and I was congested and my ears were blocked up.
The air conditioning man came that afternoon and he was very nice, very professional and had it fixed within 20 minutes.
I thought good, I will get to sleep tonight and it will be glorious. That was not the case, I think I was over tired and sleep was elusive.
So by Thursday I was grumpy and not having fun, top it off with the last call of the day with someone screaming that their service wasn’t working, me talking them down and resolving everything, 30 minutes past the time I was to clock out. I was done, with the week, I did the only thing I could. Retail therapy.
Yes, I took myself to Target and here is where God said let her learn. I allowed Target to tell me what it wanted me to have. Let’s just say I did not do that at Costco the next day.
I have learned a lesson, a costly one, sometimes God allows us to make the mistakes we do in order to learn what He wants us to.
Instead of shopping I should have gotten out my bible and gone to Him to calm my frayed nerves. Lesson learned.
I hope all of you had a much better week and that you do not need to learn a hard lesson the way I did.
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I made a discovery that is life changing, or at least health changing, for me. As you may know, or not, I have been battling heartburn, sever heartburn. For the past couple of years I have been downing Nexium like they are tictacs. Three at a time, along with tums, it has not been fun.
About a month ago I saw a video on TikTok, the woman was talking about this miraculous thing she was doing. She added these two things to water and she is seeing blah, blah, blah, then she said heartburn. I sat up, I rewatched the video to pay attention. She was adding a fourth of a teaspoon of baking soda and a fourth of a teaspoon of pink Himalayan salt to her water.
I thought to myself I have those things in my pantry. I could not go fast enough to the kitchen. Within two weeks I had been able to lower the Nexium to onice a day. I was still drinking coffee and that causes heartburn due to the acidity.
I’m not giving up coffee, then I saw another video of how someone added a pinch of baking soda to their coffee and it cut the acid.
So I tried it, my heartburn has improved 90% after doing that. I am down to having to take a tums every once in a while. I am amazed!
I have not felt this good in a long time, in regards to the heartburn.
I am not a doctor and I am not giving medical advice, I am just telling you what worked for me.
If you give it a try be sure and tell me if it worked for you.
I haven’t written in a while and I have a lot to get out, about a lot of different things, so let’s get started.
First, my hair, I have had it cut, to my shoulders, it was a major cut, I do this once in a while, I will have it cut shorter to get all of the dead ends off. I feel so much lighter and I feel it makes me look younger as well. It’s still purple, I love it so much, I cannot express how much I love my hair. It is actually a combination of crimson and purple. My two favorite colors in the world, I know I am old for this trend and I do not care. I want what I want and I am old enough to do it.
Most women my age are greying, I tell them I am as well, I don’t know why, maybe to try and fit in, but I’m not. I know what you are thinking, why would I do that, I have no good answer, and is that true. It is, my stylist looks for gray every time she does my hair and can find none. Sometimes I find a gray eyebrow hair, my grandmother did not start graying until she was in her ninties, it irritated her, she was often asked if she dyed it, well that was a high insult to someone her age. Only bad women dyed their hair in her day, so to ask that was insinuating she was bad, which she might have been, I’ve heard a lot of rumors. But she did not dye her hair, I do, not because I’m bad, but because I can.
I started dying my hair when I was sixteen, much to my parents chagrin, I was trying to achieve Jamie Finnell red, if you are from Owasso and my age range you know exactly what I am talking about. I have never been able to achieve that look, which is probably for the best, my skin tone was not really meant for red hair. Red haired girls have porcelain skin, I have ruddy skin, which means I have a red undertone.
Next up television shows, let’s talk Dharma and Greg, I have rewatched that recently and am so mad at how it ended. Can we get another season to tie things up? I know it is years late, but seriously, how could ABC do that to us? I forgot how angry and maddening that ending was, so disrespectful to the fans. Also Bless this Mess, how dare you end that show where you did, I was really mad about that one.
Next on the list for discussion is gardening, I have planted some vegetables, tomatoes, jalapeños, potatoes, baby bell peppers, red onions, yellow onions, garlic and broccoli. I have started zucchini and regular bell peppers, we will see how they take.
I grew up with planters so it makes sense I would go to that as I age. Plus with the cost of groceries it only makes sense to grow our own. I highly suggest everyone start a garden, become as self sufficient as you can. You can make fun of me if you want but the writing is on the wall, you have to do what you can to protect your families well being.
And lastly, here is my advice for those of you calling into tech support. If you call in screaming, cursing, yelling and generally making a fool of yourself, then tell me at the end of the call that you are a Christian, I will not believe you. I will pray for your soul because, and I want you to pay attention, God can see you and hear you when you are on the phone with one of us. I firmly believe if you want to really know someone, unplug their router, see what happens. I will tell you that I have lost it a few times with a first level tech support person. Like the time I knew that the issue was outside and finally convinced the person to schedule a tech. Then a day later they call me and tell me that they have sent a signal to my router and it is working. I completely lost my mind, because the router was not getting a signal and I know that, how, because this is my job.
When the tech finally got out there, he discovered that my neighbors moved and instead of disconnecting their service at the terminal, they disconnected my line. He was there a total of 10 minutes, from the time he knocked on the door to the time he fixed it and waited for my service to come back up.
If you need to call tech support and you get to my level, we already know how much you have been through. There is no need to scream at us, there is no need to call us names, I, myself, have been called the C word. And no, that was not for Christian, know that we do have run fresh tests so we can see what the line looks like right in that moment. So, take a step back, a deep breath, and calm down, we will help you.
I have a lot more, but I’ll save that for later because what is left deserves it’s own discussion with nothing else.
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Everyone keeps talking about how things are about to get really tough for all people here, on earth, specifically the United States. Interesting, I say that word due to the fact the ones saying this have more than likely never been through a tough time, financially that is.
I, however, was made for financially unsure times, I was raised by parents who lived through the Great Depression, not only that, they did it in the Dust Bowl.
Waste not want not was the motto in our household, but before that it was hope for the best, prepare for the worst.
I, myself, went through very tough financial times after my divorce. Working three jobs, going to school full time and raising three children. That will prepare you for the worst of financial times, I can very literally stretch the proverbial dollar until it bleeds.
One of the things I would suggest to people who have never had any kind of financial struggles is to sit down, write down all of your bills. Formulate a budget, save what you can, and start a garden.
High gas prices effects for than the dollars spent at the pump, it will cause the price for food to skyrocket. Deisel fuel is more expensive than regular gas. What that means is the trucks that transport produce, meat and other goods will need to charge more, which will be passed on at the grocery stores.
For those of you that do not understand what is happening this will hit the poor people first, then the middle class, then the upper middle class then the rich.
For those of us who grew up with parents that had gone through hard times and those of us who have gone through hard times will fare better than those who have not. Unless they are fast learners, then they should be able to catch up fairly quickly.
I suggest you start preparing now, when you are at the store maybe get an extra can of whatever it is you are buying. Dried beans, pasta and rice are really shelf stable for a long period of time, peanut butter is another good commodity to have in your pantry.
Planting things is another great way to save, peppers, tomatoes, onions, garlic and potatoes are pretty simple to plant and maintain.
I don’t know how to can but if you do, it is another great way to maintain a stocked pantry. I wish I knew how, my mom canned everything and also kept frozen fruit that was not store bought. If you have a freezer get things now that are on sale as far as meat goes.
Do not panic, just be prepared, everyone makes fun of “preppers”, however, they will be better off than a lot of people. Why, you ask, because they were prepared.
I hope you all get through this time that is really here now, if you are uncertain about how to stretch anything, just ask someone who grew up with Depression era parents or have been poor at one time in their lives.