A time to pray

In the upcoming year I want to be a better Milly only let’s face it I am who I am. I’ve examined myself a bit taking the time to pick it up and turn it over, I’ve even tossed it out there for you folks to look at. I’m honest about how I am.

This upcoming year needs for us to be a praying people we need peace in our hearts and in our countries. I know that several visit from other countries I see only briefly the hardships. I posted about a documentary called Check Point, it didn’t get rave reviews, it did grab at my heart. Children forced to walk alone because the mother didn’t have her papers, young men away from the lazy boyhood dreams. No matter the country your from, no matter what you believe on January first I will remove the fact that I’m American and pray for all of those caught in the wars.

You don’t have to sign up, you don’t have to add to the prayer list, it doesn’t need to be an hour, you can pray for yourself, those on the list, and others.

Dave- Marriage breaking up, his angry son to find forgiveness in his mother, his mother to see her sin in the affair and repair some of the damage.

My church- It’s walk with God
Peace on Earth
Those involved in the war
Children around the world
My uncle’s cancer to be gone
Kansas Bob and his family
DougALug and his family
My blogger family
My friends that are pregnant

Karen's son Robert

From Maeghan:

Closer walk with God
Commit to spread His love to people around me especially those so in need of His love
All my blogger friends - our dreams, expectations, responsibilities.
My friends who are ill
My friends, relatives, colleagues who do not yet know Christ


Praise for we are saved, we are comforted, because He loves us for who we are with Him.

Please feel free to add to this list. I will update.

So you know in case you need to know

I've heard of a kidney stone cure. I have never had one, I’ve been told that they are very painful so I need to pass this cure on to you. Actually it isn’t a cure so much as a way to make them easier to pass out of your system.

This isn’t a joke it has been tried and I’ve been told that it works.

You eat one can of asparagus then drink a six pack of coke as fast as you can. You can’t sip it you have to down the stuff quickly. It must help to remove the painful burs that those things have.

Feeling Blessed

Today as I was surfing for something to watch on television while making lunch I came across a documentary called Checkpoint.

My daughter struggled to read the subtitles and I was glad she isn’t a fast reader at times. It shows the mundane part of working as a soldier of check points. You see how difficult it is to go from one city to another, some were trapped in between the check points. Children were sent on alone, my daughter hated that. "You would never do that would you momma?" "No I wouldn’t, but we don’t know why she did that she may felt it safer for them to go on without her."

I live close to Tulsa, in fact it’s right there. It’s hard to believe that I might go to Tulsa in the morning for work and not be able to go home that evening.

What drew me in to watch this?

The young man who asked a minister for a photograph with him. The minister insisted that he remove his helmet and gun. As you know that’s a very dangerous move to make in a country where dying is a noble mission. The young man looked to be about in his teens, when he removed those furnishings of war he didn’t appear to be much older then my son. My heart ached when I saw that boyish grin, he should be thinking of girls and chasing after lofty dreams. When the minister said that he wished it would stop and the boy could go home the boy said something that hit me hard. I had to get up from the chair and walk away he’s just a boy like our little boys. He said "I miss my mommy"

In January we are having a day of prayer I will be spending my hour praying for you and praying that the boy is able to put down that weapon take off the helmet and go home to his mommy.

Surprise for Me

My husband and I gave up giving gifts to each other at Christmas some time ago so when a little something shows up it’s well planned or just a cool find for each other. Last year he had someone pick up a Dallis Cowboy Drew Bledsoe jersey while they attended a game. I had absolutely no idea he was in search of one, I did know that they couldn’t be found in the Tulsa area.


This year after hearing me talk about finding the movie Groundhog Day he surprised me with the DVD. Too cool.


We love to have people over for games or a movie. We are going to watch the movie and have dinner taking time to discuss the religious aspects of the movie. I’m going to view it on my day off to start taking notes, be ready to hear from me on this movie.

A note not a card

I failed to send Christmas cards out this year and so did my husband. He sends to his family and friends and I send to mine. This isn’t the first year that we failed on this one, we’ve done it before and we’ll do it again.


To make up for my failings I write a family letter yep my friends get punished for my failings.
I have to make it fun because no one likes to read the droning ons of family life.
Here is the rough draft


Dear friends and family,


This year we decided not to send out Christmas cards because of the whole commercialism with the industry. Instead we are sending you this letter some of you are getting it e-mailed so that we can save the environment and not give the postal system more over priced stampage money.


Everyone here is doing well.

The husband is always looking for things to do so I let him vacuum and clean around the house. He’d love to give up his job working for the man to just fix stuff at church but money is an issue, darn government.


The wife is recovered from her surgery for the most part and has been, as the husband
instructed not to do, over doing it. So she shall stop trying to lift heavy stuff for a while. Oh yes the wife had surgery, two at once. . . well . . . they took turns, I think, I was out. Thank goodness. No big deal, I’ll be fine. I’m working in the home improvement industry and enjoy it. My favorite is the day that we can pay the bills and stay in this big house.


We moved last year, for those who didn’t know, as of Thanksgiving we’ve been here for a year. We no longer live in Tulsa. We however are almost close enough to spit in Tulsa. We have gone from the little three bedroom to a four bedroom two story home with the big open kitchen where I pretend that I cook.


The boy turned thirteen in November and is such a great kid. He is going to be taking the ACTs at the beginning of next year and his grades are wonderful. He spends his time with his church group I hear he is great at serving food to the homeless, playing video games, scouts, and with his studies. I do worry that he has a bit too much pressure on him he is now taking ninth grade math and they are working towards trigonometry in the next year or so.


The girl is about to turn seven. She has a boy friend, I think it’s way early in life but the look on her dad’s face when he found out was priceless. Heh! The years to come are going to be fun. The girl never stops moving she bright and zealous about everything but cleaning her room. She was in the choir for the December service and an angel for the Christmas eve service. I missed seeing her sing.


J and I try to balance our church time and family time so that all get the right amount of attention. It’s not easy but we want our children to know that helping around the church is also part of the experience.


I miss you folks that can’t be with us but understand that life takes you away, we feel so blessed to have those who are here with us and you who are there with us in spirit. I think of you often.


We had a bit of sad news in the last year with the loss of an aunt and one of mom and dad’s friends. My cousin is looking at a difficult divorce and isn’t handling it well right now. As you know my brother went through one and had some sage advice for him "Don’t marry a lesbian" I think that’s a good piece of advice. His new wife and daughter are doing well it looks like he learned from the first one and did well.


My dad is still hanging on. He spends time with the kids and fishing.

My sister is working way too much, you can’t do much about that it’s how things are. They lay folks off and work the others more. The reality of it is that a younger generation would gladly step into the job. She spends time working and hanging out with my kids.


I pray that all of you are doing well and that life in your homes is good. We should all take the time in the next year to see how blessed we are.
God bless,

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Please put DugALug on your prayer list.

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artwork by SteveHanks

Have you ever felt out of sorts? And you can’t really figure out why but you feel it. My family is a bit out of sorts these days. The missing those who have left this earth. The reality that the cancer might win. It’s hard to hold focus when these life lessons are going on but we should.

My daughter is going to be an angel for Christmas Eve services, ok all the children are going to be angels, she’ll be the best and I know you all agree. I might not see her because I’m working . That doesn’t matter. . .she will still sing on.

We shop and fret about dinner. . . should we buy this and cook that? I doesn’t matter.
Christmas is a time of coming together to rejoice in a birth that gave us life. Then I didn’t need to tell you this did I?

It’s odd to celebrate this day to me because my CoC background tells me that we should celebrate it every day. . . we don’t, not really. We get up and go to work . . .do you think about Jesus or do you think about your day to come or the song on the radio?

I want to make that my New Years resolution to think of the birth, to rejoice every day but that wouldn’t last because I become self centered. So today I will pause and rejoice.

Motherhood

If you were thinking it looks familiar it is. I wrote this sometime back but wanted to republish it again at this time.


I’m not so sure that I truly understood the pain that she must have felt while watching Him travel from place to place being treated as a criminal and as a star, so to speak, until I gave birth to my son. He was a surprise, a big surprise. I remember looking in the mirror after the second test thinking huh?. . . . Me . . .Us . . . We can’t do this. I remember the sound of the receptionist’s voice when she said "Congratulations" and I said "A . . . sure" she responded with "Oh" I then began to try to redeem myself with "No. . . no . . . I’m happy".

What did she feel? Was she as afraid as I was?

More so I think.

My pregnancy was great, my friends and family were happy, my husband was a proud father to be.

I couldn’t seem to stop smiling.

Did she keep a smile on her face?

I think she must have.

How did he feel when she told him? Did he look shocked?

Most fathers do the first time.

This is how the birth of Jesus Christ came about: His mother Mary was pledged to be married to Joseph, but before they came together, she was found to be with child through the Holy Spirit. Because Joseph her husband was a righteous man and did not want to expose her to public disgrace, he had in mind to divorce her quietly.


I wonder if she talked to Him before he was born? Did she put her hand on her tummy to feel His kicks?

She must have.

When my son was born I sat in the hospital bed looking down at this small being wondering what to do. How I loved him so much. I could hardly take my eyes from him.

She must have been as fascinated.

I remember standing at the window of my son’s room looking out at the moon, so big and silver. It looked as if you could touch it. I remember as I stood with my sleeping baby, worried as all new mothers worry about the things that could take this little one away, I remember thinking God how hard to send Him here to die. I couldn’t let my child go to the cross. I turned and looked at my sleeping boy safe and warm. I truly know the sacrifice that mother made for us.

She carried a child for us.

She nurtured a child for us.

She watched as they beat, mocked, tortured, and one by one drove nails into Him.

After they had mocked him, they took off the robe and put his own clothes on him. Then they led him away to crucify him.

My son had three stitches above his eye I want to take his pain away and I felt like hitting the doctor when he rushed not making sure it was numb.

Only three tiny stitshes went through my heart.

Did it feel as if those nails were going into her heart each one more painful than the other?

How broken she must have felt as she watched her son die a horrible and painful death. Was she relieved when He took His last breath?

No more pain.

Now it’s done.

How hard it must have been to hold her son knowing He wouldn’t smile at her on this earth again.

Was she comforted by the knowledge that He Was, Is, And Will Always Be?

I know a mother’s heart. She must have hurt so much for Him.

I know that God gave her comfort through it all.

I am so grateful for Mary.

"For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, so that everyone who believes in Him will not perish but have eternal life. God did not send His Son into the world to condemn it, but to save it" (John 3:16-17).

Saturday was set for the services.

We all wrote the eulogy as we talked about her. The lady from the funeral home listened to us say things about her and wrote from it. My sister and I picked the casket. My brother found the cemetery, I can walk to it from where I live now, I like that. My husband and I chose her flowers for the casket, a rose from each of us, we each had a bush planted at their house so we chose those colors. My sister and I chose her cloths, we put those house shoes on her, she always wore them at home, they were the ones she gave me when I had my son. My husband and I purchased a ring for her, I have one like it, he got me one later, she never wanted to be buried in her good stuff. Twice while we were at the funeral home doors opened and no one was there, it was some how comforting to think that she might be checking up on us.


God sticks with us in times like these he gave me a worship leader who listened while I cried, then he found singers for us. My mother liked the singing at my church more then her’s so the weekend before Christmas we asked them to come, several said yes, one man knew my father and insisted on being there.


The governor sent a decree, we had so much food we had to send it to other places, the funeral home was filled with flowers, her church was standing room only, Hope Harbor received lots of donations in her name, she would have thought it all too much of a fuss for the dead.. . .after all we aren’t there.

Saturday

Saturday brought a cold wet chill to us. I sat numb by that point I can’t remember parts of the day. My mother taught me not to cry at funerals, I held tight to that. My sister and I blew her a kiss and then they closed the casket. The driver fell asleep several times as he drove our limousine. I couldn’t stop giggling as we swerved around almost going into ditches. My mother would have told that story with funny faces and an "I thought we were gonna die on our way to the cemetery." I lingered at the grave site, it was hard to leave her in the cold. I told myself she wasn’t there, still it was cold and she was going to be alone.


We had to go on it’s almost Christmas and she always had last minute shopping to do, except this year. . .some how she had finished it. My sister and I sat shocked at the fact that she had done it all.


Christmas was a blur to us as we tried to make it fun for our son in our grief. We tried to hold on to the fact that God sent His Son for just those times, life after death.

Why did I tell this difficult story of what happened so many yet so few years ago at Christmas time?


Because I want everyone to know that through it all God held us together. He gave me peace when I thought I was falling apart, He gave me opened doors when I felt like screaming, He gave me humor in those unbearable moments. . .God held my hand.


I also want you to know that women experience heart problems differently then men and not all doctors know that. They feel it in their backs and legs. Always insist on an EKG if you think for a second that it might be your heart. Her arm hurt, then her back and legs. That is a big red flag that was missed because she had shots that day. Something catastrophic happened in her body and I doubt that they could have saved her. The important thing is that they might have and she would have been in the hospital, not at home for dad to try to save, for her nephew to try to fight his way past his colleagues, for my son to see what he saw. For us to go through that day like that.


I wasn’t angry with the doctor for the mistake and I call the hospital to tell them that I just wanted him to be more informed so that no one would ever think that their mother had a virus and die the next day.


Mom is a wonderful Memory in my heart, she will always guide me through life. I was blessed by her and pray that some day I’ll be with her again.

It was a hard day December 17, 1997

I called to check on her she hadn’t been doing well. I had turned down taking on more clients because I was worried about her. She told me she didn’t have pneumonia , I asked what then, I just don’t know she said, the month before. Her new doctor was working on finding out what was going on with her. Darn the insurance companies they can legally kill people, they put road blocks up.


I call that morning to check on her, she answered in a weak voice, I asked her how she was. She said that she felt a little better but was still in pain, we said I love you as dad took over the conversation. We didn’t know.


The next time my phone rang my father said " I think we’ve lost your mom." I remember how calm I was at that moment. I questioned him about where he was and who was with him. I couldn’t grasp it after I hung up. This is a mistake No this just isn’t right I’ve misunderstood but he can’t be alone so I dial my aunt. Her words were Oh Milly. I feel to the floor screaming I threw the phone. No it can’t be right I said as I picked up the phone she too was screaming. I called my husband, the words were inconceivable, he could hear of it and argued, I asked him to go to dad. I dressed quickly and put my son in the car. I was frantic. I was speeding and crying. I remember thinking how I must be freaking my son out. I tried to calm myself down, I couldn’t. I remember the exact spot where it came over me a calmness that stopped me. I stopped the car in the middle of the road. I felt her, I felt her hand on my face. Her soft sweet little hand on my face like I had felt so many times before. She did that she would look up at you and smile as she put her hand on your face. I sat and cried said good bye and drove on.


The ambulance and fire tuck gave me a sick feeling and the panic came rushing back. I quickly rushed in with my son in my arms. I was stopped in the living room, I felt my self falling to my knees and my son being taken from my arms.


My cousin, a firefighter, was held back by his friends. He came to me and shook his head no. He tried to speak but no real words came out. I looked around the room at the faces we were all so shocked . My sister was at work and no one could get her, a firefighter had heard of her and called a coworker to find her. Thank God they worked at the same place and she has an unusual name. I was pulled out and told to get into the van. We followed the ambulance, I could see him working on her, he never stopped. It all seemed to be in slow motion. My father was telling me he should have taken her in earlier. He was going to get her to take her to her doctor when he found her. I try to reassure him. I remember thinking it a dream and if I were to open this van door I could just walk out.


We arrived at the hospital and stood stunned. What now? A social worker or something came up to us asking what happened. I said she came here and the gave her medication and they’ve killed her. She got loud and angry I was shocked it wasn’t her mother in there it was mine. We were escorted into the chapel. My husband told the women social something not to speak to us again if she had something to say he’d talk to her.


Dad and I sat in the chapel, we didn’t know what to say to each other. Sean kept coming in and asking questions. He was the paramedic who had worked on her. He was also preparing us. I remember asking for something to drink from someone. My husband called his parents. No amount of prayers would save her on this earth. I at some point stepped out of the very small chapel to see the nursery, new life. I stood crying at the circle of this world life and death.
Then it was over they tried but nothing could be done. I was stunned at what the doctor asked my father and I couldn’t speak we just looked at each other. I looked at my husband he said don’t do it. So we don’t actually know what happened.


I sat next to her body for a while, I asked her to wake up. I hated leaving her there alone. She hated doctors and hospitals. A nurse asked if she had any jewelry on. I said no then she hugged me.


In silence we drove home.


My father stopped the clock from chiming, the other clock stopped on its own and there was a blackout in her home town. . . all of these thing happened at the same time.


Before she died my brother had a surprise wedding, they almost waited a bit longer. God stepped in.


I found my sister sitting on the bedroom floor. I told her what she knew.

Now we had to grow up.

. . .and now we have to make plans.

It's Tuesday and. . .

I called her to tell her that her grandson had checked out fine, must have be a little virus. She complained that her arm hurt from the shots and going to get a flu and pneumonia shot might not have been a good idea today because she really hadn’t felt well lately. Arms get a bit sore from shots, that could be it. Most likely, we talked on.


The phone rang, a panicked cousin, where’s your mom?

At home, she isn’t feeling well.

I know she’s in a lot of pain and your dad’s on his way to take her to the doctor.


I’m baby sitting tonight for friends.

I called my sister and explain what little I knew.


After a while I called the hospital, my sister is on her way to my house and the parents are due to pick the baby up. They have sent her home. I called dad. He explained what the doctor said.


They picked up the baby. We loved playing with him. Those two were so over joyed for us when I got pregnant. He was my boss and they were very good friends. When my son was born they insisted on babysitting. She brought him in at lunch so that I could see him. Mike had held him that morning while shaving and he carried him around as he worked and held him while he ate Lynn was great at taking care of him. I was so glad that they had two littles of there own. Time has past us and they moved away. I miss those two.


My sister and I stay up for hours talking.


I think that something is wrong, when I went to bed I just couldn’t sleep.

Something felt wrong.

It is just a day

Today was just an ordinary day I suppose. I don’t remember it. It’s been so many years and it was just a day not like the other days. Did she call today? I don’t remember. We called each other almost every day, Mondays were harder you had to regroup from the weekend.

To say that she was not just my mom but she was my best friend isn’t a lie. We were close, we talked about everything. . . . even that.

She would scold me as moms do but she was special because she knew how to love us for who we were. Things that my siblings did I didn’t do. Things that I did, sins that I committed were listened to and forgotten.

She prayed hard and loved openly.

When my marriage was hurting she listened. At times she gave me advice I didn’t want to hear. She was right.

She didn’t like or get jokes, we drove her crazy dad and I when we went through the joke phase. She was funny and she loved to laugh. The faces that she made alone were enough to get me going. Mom love to laugh at herself, her telling of her day at times was hysterical. It was clogged so I looked in the hose and pushed the reverse button, the thing is that it took me way to long to figure it out.

She loved people and felt for those less fortunate then us. She understood that sometimes people do what they can to make it.

She loved my son so much that she would cry. I’d look over and see her tears or she’d call to tell me that she loved him so much that she just had to cry. She gave him so much love.

It was just a day I can’t remember.

We walk on

Christmas will be here soon and she never has her shopping completed. I took her last week and she didn’t even really shop. My sister grimaced at what I had just said. She called her.

Mom wasn’t feeling well and she just hadn’t been well all week. She said was worried that she’d become ill while out, darn it I want to have lunch and shop with my girls and grandson. She called back.

We enjoyed a lunch together then hit the stores. Sadly my sister had to go early. Mom and I walked the mall several times talking. We weren’t really shopping just enjoying the time together.

It’s odd how He talks to us. I sat that Saturday before at a party for a women’s group that I belonged to listening to Barbara talk about how she forgot that her mother was gone. She was cooking and wanted to ask her something so she picked up the phone and started to dial. I remember thinking how important mom is to me that night. I even told mom what the friend had said . . . she understood, she missed her mom also. I was sitting in the pew that Sunday when I heard a baby cry, I remember thinking that’s music to Gods ears it’s life, life He gave us. I thought about how things happen one dies another is born, we cry for our losses as a baby cries in hunger.

And we walked together just talking.

She stopped and looked at me and said “If anything should go wrong with my heart take me to Tulsa I don’t trust the other hospital”

I agreed asking if she should tell me something.

“No, I was just thinking”

And we walked on.

We stopped in the book store, a treat for her grandson a 101 Dalmatians book. Now tucked away in a special place. We didn’t know how important that book would be.

We watched the little train go around for a while. My son loved watching it.

And walked on.

We lingered and laughed at the fact that we just didn’t want to leave each other yet as we slowly walked talking about things in our lives.

Finally we gave in and went to our cars. As always we hugged and kissed goodbye. I love you was always said when we parted.

She got into her little car, it was freedom to her, though she fretted at her driving as she aged. I watched as she drove away smoking, smiling, and waving.


I put out the decorations today, it’s a nice day for it. Holly on the bench and two small Christmas trees this year.

In order for me to move on with my life I must finish the Flirting Part Doux Post

To do so I have to define flirting


flirt >verb 1 behave playfully in a sexually enticing manner.


Wow that’s not exactly me.
It sure wasn’t me tonight or last night. I did get a few hugs from men. One has a four day old baby, I was so happy for that exhausted father he hugged me twice. I gave him a candy cane.


A very wise friend told me this when I asked his opinion


Touching is not flirting. Helping is not flirting. Smiling is not flirting. Friendly is beyond OK - it's the most lovely thing in the whole social world. I love friendly people who touch and smile a lot.

Now that my friends is Milly at work. When I clock in the place becomes my stage. I’m on I want to help those who need me and I want to enjoy those wonderful people that God created. I laugh, tease, and play. Tonight I gave out some small candy canes. It was fun I got several long day folks to smile.


The big question at hand is~Have I crossed that line?
The line just passed being nice and being a flirt.

I won’t lie. I can say yes I have.
Now was it to get power? No
Was it for something monetary? No


It’s ego building to say to a man don’t forget your things or you'll have to come back and see me and have him say I wouldn’t mind that.


That was a line that I shouldn’t have crossed. That was my sin to repent. That is why I wrote this post so that we could analyze ourselves.


Now to answer the responses


I’ll start with Danny

I suppose I seem like I’m flirting on these blogs. I try not to. I will say this I find that I’m protective of my guys. I have found myself defending some of you against the women as if I’m a big sister. I think of you boys as my cowboys and I know that you can take care of yourselves, I just hate it.

I understand why you consider flirting just innocent fun, harmless really. But you are not a man and cannot grasp what goes on in a man's head, heart, and emotions when, if our guard is down, a pretty girl flirts. And it is much worse for non-Christian men because they aren't even trying to stay pure.

Thank you for calling me a pretty girl, the girl part is the part I liked the best. Not saying old lady was a plus and you get points. (I'll mail then to you)


We ladies think stuff too, I could try to explain the mentality of a 40 something woman. (E-mail me if you must know)

As for the way I dress at work it's typical of where I work. Faded jeans sneakers, and a shirt. Plus the thing with my name written in Sharpie on it. Not exactly sexy. I will admit that I wear makeup my man likes it on me. Thank you for your perspective.

Thank you Chip for pointing out that we all need to be careful. We never know who’s out there.

Dougalug,
We love how you love her. You give the best advice as you tell us how you feel.

Kansas Bob,
Always an anchor with your wisdom


Byevad,
I think that what you and I do isn’t actually flirting as the definition goes. I am in no way wanting favors or sex. I want to talk and play with some of these folks. I've been asked out. I always say my husband won’t let me date. He doesn’t. I also talk about my husband and children, they are my life and the reason that I’m working in that place.


Missy,
I wonder if what to some seems to be flirting to those doing it is being outgoing?
Thank you for your prospective from a spouses view


I was raised in a family of outgoing people. My dad loves to laugh, he is polite and sweet. He shakes hands and looks you in the eyes. He’s a very loving man.


My mom adopted every stray friend I had. She was a loving woman who had no problem putting her hand on yours. I can still see her hugging people she just met.


We are a talkative lot. Remember that’s what my brother does, he’s a politician. I was raised to love people to enjoy them, and despite some of them I do.


I’m not so sure we’re flirts. I think we are friendly folks. And sure one of us might cross a line, we’re human after all, and I’ll bet that some take it in the wrong way, but we can’t let that stop us from loving you people out there.


Wise man saying to end this
Flirting is about power, but smiling is about love

I should be doing other things today.

I should be at the cemetery tending to things

It is what I do after all
The flowers aren’t even ready yet
Life moves on and that’s how she wanted it

I should be cleaning the bench and the marker
I should check on the baby, I could have put something on the grave so that his parents know that we care, they know I listen to them when they need to talk

Flowers for Christmas,
I should have already taken them out

I wonder if the teen who died not so many years ago still gets visits from his friends. I don’t see Dr. Peper and powdered doughnuts anymore. The cigaret butts left and one unburned as a tribute are no longer as they move on with their own lives, hopeful wiser about drinking and driving

Parents leave toys for the lost children a broken heart never to mend.
So many left undecorated, people move on with there lives

That’s good

I don’t know why but it’s comforting to tend to those duties

I look at those near her grave and wonder if they are missed like she is

Her last bit of good advice

"Life is too short, to worry about the little things."
She was so right.

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Milly's a big O flirt

Tonight I was talking to a male co-worker about flirting. I flirt, I do, I refuse to add a lie to my list of sins so I admit it. Plus people see me.

Now there are differences between giggling at a joke and saying suggestive things I don’t do that.

Here is what made me realize I need to be a bit more careful.

It was very early in the morning at work, as most know I work in home improvement so most of our early shoppers are male. As I said I was at work a nice looking guy came through we chatted a bit as he was checking out. He almost forget to take his bag, I said "If you had left it you would have had to come back to see me." With a smile on my face. He said "I wouldn’t mind that" smiling back. Now I know you’re thinking Oh no she’s married and this guy. . . Nope not this guy. He left then came back in blushing. He apologized for flirting with me. I apologized for starting it. That was a nice thing to do coming back in.

The other day a guy turned from the line he was in and winked big time at me, I looked around to be sure it was me. I’m not sure if I’ve seen him ever before, I get to see so many men at work. Some want hugs, I’ve had husbands slip an arm around me while we talked, in front of wives. Men have tried to tip me, they dance with me, we yell, we joke, they take my hand it’s all in fun. Believe it or not the bonding with the customer is important, they come back and when they have a problem they come to you. That’s good for my job and for the company.

I worked in truck stops for years so I’ve heard a lot of stuff. I blush sometimes and walk away from some guys but I can take a lot of them without being offended.

I posed this question to two of my friends, they happen to be married to each other. I asked them when they were apart so as not to have the answers tainted.

The wife said flirting is fine because she knows me and that’s how I am, it’s harmless.

The husband said No flirting is wrong.

I still am a bit of a flirt. I try to be careful now.

Fun Book Thing

I found this on another blog and thought it kind of fun


The rules are:
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next four sentences on your blog, along with these instructions.
5. Don’t you dare dig for that “cool” or “intellectual” book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest!


No, God does not “send” people to hell. Nor does he send “people” to hell. That is the second misconception.

The word people is neutral, implying innocence. Nowhere does Scripture teach that innocent people are condemned.


When Christ Comes by Max Lucado

Now that I’ve gotten my candle burning

I can light another’s candle.

Ok so I have to drop this candle thing. How can you tell someone that they don’t seem to be on fire with the spirit of the Lord? If you’re just that blunt and sure of what you are going to say then I suppose that you might walk up and tell them. I’m not, I’m not because I never really know what’s in others hearts. I would sit down and tell them how I have had moments failure in my walk with our Lord. I stumble, I’m a klutz in my walk, I turn and look at what’s behind me, not what’s waiting in my path.


Milly can really do it sometimes. I’m surprised it hasn’t been shown on TV somewhere. One day after purchasing my makeup I headed into the mall for more shopping, I turned and looked over my shoulder BAM! I ran face first into the glass door of the rather nice store I was leaving. I adjusted myself and tried to be cool. I wanted to pass out, my face hurt. Now I can pass it off to the fact that the door was pulled out a bit more then normal, and it was. The honest truth. . . .I was looking in the wrong direction. Looking the wrong way in my walk gave me a black eye and a wounded ego. If we turn our heads in our walk with God, we get wounded. Our wounds are healed because of His.


So how do we wake every day and hold on to that?


This world is filled with those who hurt us, it’s full of lies, and liars. It’s easy to fall prey to the demises of God’s love. What on earth qualifies any of us to sit next to someone and talk about their walk? Heck I can’t seem to get past the glass door.

GOD'S LOVE FOR US

I would hope that someone might say to me "Listen you aren’t living it."


What then if I listen to you and walk away without talking about what’s going on? You can pray for me.

I have no answer as you can see because each one of us experience God on our own and no one can light our fires but us, God waits for us to put flame to wick and shine in the darkness of this world.


I pray that we can all walk passed those glass doors without getting a black eye.

Christmas thoughts

My favorite Christmas memory as a child was when a friend of my Dad’s gave us some hay for the reindeer. Now I have to tell you that my Dad loved holidays, growing up poor he cherished his family and the gifts that we were blessed with. His friend was a colleague from work, we loved his family and still look forward to spending time with his wife and children, the friend died several years ago from cancer. His memory will always be with us because of things like this.

Back to the hay

Where does Santa land that sleigh?

Yes, on the rooftop because he comes down the chimney .

Where should the hay be put?

That’s right on the roof top in the snow, a nice treat for those who don’t always have a white Christmas.

Not so nice for the Daddy who has to climb up and get it down at midnight in the cold snow.
Santa also left boot prints from the fire place that year.

I love my Santa.

Here’s a great way to give the reindeer a snack. Feed them reindeer food.
It’s glitter and flour mixed, you toss it in the air.

The kids love it and you don’t have to climb the rooftop in the middle of the night rethinking your friendship.

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I also loved the Christmas where I played Mrs. Santa Clause

I was hired by a local landmark restaurant along with Santa to. . . . well you know the drill. It was a Mexican restaurant so we also had a talking tree. Ok so that make no since anywhere, still having the guys sing How Much Is That Doggie In The Window was fun as the tree panicked about dogs. Oh and we’d wait until someone walked by alone and the tree would talk to them, they’d go and get someone to listen to it and the tree wouldn’t speak, we’d act like they were nuts, yep I might just go to heck for that. I would also read It Was The Night Before Christmas to the tree it would interrupt and ask a lot of questions, the kids loved it.

The best thing about being a part of it was the love that parents had for their children, we had several tell us about divorces so that Santa would know to say he’d be at both homes. Diabetic children were given special treats from the treasure room instead of candy canes. One child was confused about seeing so many Santas around, it was explained that we were helpers so that Santa could prepare for Christmas. The cool thing was that they honestly thought that Santa knew them. I thought it was rather cool that we were part of a memory for someone else. Who knows someone might be blogging about the time Santa knew he was going to be spending Christmas with just mom and not dad that year or traveling to grandma and grandpa’s house.

I’m enjoying the fact that my daughter still believes, my son reasoned it out some time back. He did the math and feels in no way can one man do all that. I’m proud of those reasoning skills but darn the growing up sometimes.

Miss Littles also wants to talk to Santa, she feels that she has some explaining to do.

She so does. ;-}

Movie Night

I had Friday night off so I declared it family movie night. My husband had called in a vacation day and the school decided no kid should be in school with so much glorious snow on the ground. We had a dinner of chili and snuggled in with Boy Scout popcorn to watch Cars. It’s a hoot of a movie. I will say it’s no Finding Nemo. I wasn’t too happy about the fact that they said Hillbilly Hell twice. I will say that my thirteen year old laughed more than any of us. It’s a very cute movie and does a great job at pointing out the Mother Road. If you haven’t had the opportunity to been on the Mother Road you should make a point to spend a few miles, it’s history. I pass the Blue whale often and take pride in Oklahoma’s part in history.

So the next time you find yourself traveling remember you get your kicks on route 66.

Laundry

Laundry sits waiting for me to fold,
My head hurts day two of this annoyance.
The headache takes a toll on my mood, eyesight, and temper.
I failed to fill the script that would have given relief, Why ?
Simple economics I had to fill the others first
Pills that take away some of my eyesight, they are dry and things blurry, I get dizzy but my body needs them, so I’m told.
My son has to have his huffer.
So my other pills had to wait.

I want to be at full strength as soon as possible. I know it takes time. It’s difficult when you aren’t sure that everything is taking like it should it seems that my body isn’t rejecting what they put in, that’s a good thing. I just need it to hold for several more years.

I woke early to find a beautiful sunrise on the snow. The earth around me is so amazing. Each flake different, like us together. We together can be pure enough to make a place in Heaven with the love of the one who created the snow.

Laundry waits

I've been tagged by KB!

Don’t worry it didn’t hurt so I didn’t need a band-aid
Favorite Christmas songs in no particular order

Little Drummer Boy~The Bing and Bowe version
Mary Did you Know
Silent Night
O Holy Night
What Child Is This
O Come All Ye Faithful
Holly Jolly Christmas
Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas~Meet Me In St. Louis
Silver Bells
Away In The Manger
O Tannenbaum
Light A Candle
We Are The Reason
What A Wonderful World

Now if you want to play join in here or there or anywhere.