Quote for life

Anger is a killing thing: it kills the man who angers, for each rage leaves him less than he had been before - it takes something from him.

Louis L'Amour


It takes a lot from those who are involved. I'm working on myself and my children. When we hit a wall or find a problem I ask "How could (I) you have handled that situation better.

We are learning to change or mindsets. We still mishandle situations but we are trying.

Back and read this

The boy is back in school!

He's not happy to be but I am glad to see him on a cane and back in school.

For some tear jerk'n reading

http://notassweetasiusedtobe.blogspot.com/


Ok so I cry.
If Danny still read us he'd cry I think I'll send it to him

D*I*V*O*R*C*E*D

I'm divorced now

It is unacceptable!

Nearly one in five women over the age of eighteen who are married or in a similar relationship reported being emotionally or physically abused by a male partner.

I wanted to grab a galvanized pipe today when I saw a friend’s arms. She was telling me how her husband went off on her while putting lotion on her arms. I could see his hand prints on her arms.

I could feel the rage in me grow.

Why do these men think that a bad sex night or a disagreement is a reason to hurt verbally and physically?

She’s afraid.

She’s confused.

I told her that I was the same way when I came to the conclusion that my marriage was over.
I told her that I couldn’t tell anyone for a while but that I would sit in the sound booth and cry while “G” did almost all the work. He tells me he didn’t notice.
I cried on my way to work a lot.

No one could see it.

I remember the moment that I knew I had to get out and the day I made a call for an attorney.


I think she needs to find the bottom before she gets out.

I pray the he doesn’t kill her.

I pray that she can take his words and toss them away.

It‘s hard but it can be done.

Get out and get help if you are in an abusive relationship!

Heroes in my life

Man my son is a strong guy!

Today in PT one of the nice ladies asked how the surgeon’s visit went. I know my look to her told a lot my son explained it in such a grown up way. I want to cry scream and yell but here is this young man holding it together.

I’ve told him that he could yell and cry if he needed to when we left the doctor’s office. Yesterday after the news we met up with my dad and sister for lunch. They had questions but neither of us wanted to talk about it. The fact that he was telling her today was a good sign to me because I knew he understands what could be happening to his body. It was devastating to hear that the little white strip on the films is a sign of restricted blood flow. I don’t doubt the doctor because I hear that he is the best around. I felt speechless as I looked in the doctor’s blue eyes thinking say something better. He didn’t say that the ball is going to die for sure. Miracles I want them.

If you have the time pop over to my sis-n-law's blog to see another wonderful person God has in my life


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It’s going to be a crazy week

. . . so I thought I might need to say something before it takes off.

My dad will be in the hospital
&
My son will get news from his surgeon

Peace and prayers are needed.
Life is about change and adapting. God has given us the tools needed and so I will use them no matter the path.

Some days I want to chase butterflies.
I want to dance in the rain
I want to sleep and dream
I want to lay in the green grass and day dream the day away
But alas my alarm sounds and I get to living in the real world.

I hope you have a nice week full of good wishes

Book of Face

I have a facebook and I have very little idea of what to do with it.

If you know I have one and have read it then you can see that I connected with an old friend.
I haven’t seen him in over twenty years. Too cool to see him in photo again.

Bits of Tulsa History

The Waterworks Art Studio

Miss Littles took an art class across from this home. I’ve grown up wondering about this place and I’m happy to see that I can take a tour of the cave house. It was said to be built as a restaurant/ speak-easy. But there is no proof because the secret door can’t be found. The place has been there since the 1920’s. I hear it’s haunted. I also hear that Pretty Boy Floyd like the place.

http://cavehousetulsa.com/index.html

I don't work very far from the art studio so I took some time to explore. I'll be looking taking more photos of the places that caught my eye in the future.

This is the oldest house in Tulsa still in existence. It sure tells us how much we don't need to live.

eight days and standing

I thought that I needed to let those who care know that I’m still out and about in this crazy world but I really don’t have much to say or time to say it.

My son is bugging me because he wants this computer and I have yet to cook dinner. Pasta so no big deal but I need to get it going.


I just finished day eight at work so I’m fried and my knee is a bit sore. I kind of lost it over one of the department heads attitude I’ve gone to the first level then the second then the third and this week’s incident sent me over the edge so I went to the next level. I must have looked rather miffed when the ASM walked by because when I said I wanted to talk to him when he had time he stopped and came right to me. He listed and assured me he’d talk to him. Today I made that same department head deal with an issue by standing my ground. The person he asked about it stood her ground so he had to do it. I doubt he did the right thing but I still stood my ground. One small win for me. :-}


Life is about knowing when to stand your ground and knowing when to walk away isn’t it?

Good Ride Cowboy

Psalm 23

(New International Version)

A psalm of David.
1 The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.
2 He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters,
3 he restores my soul. He guides me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
4 Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
5 You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.
6 Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.





Ed without knowing it you were a part of my teen life.

A high school friend is hurting so much today. Her dad died. I didn’t know him well at all but he was a part of our lives because she made him so.

I met my friend because I was wearing children’s Mickey Mouse sun glasses at night. They were so cool! When I turned my head Mickey ran to the other side. Well not really it just looked that way. So one night I walked up to some kids from high school and she was there. Who could resist getting to know the odd chic in Mickey sun glasses? We hit it off right away and have tried to stay in touch for all the many years that have passed.

I couldn’t make it to the services because of several reasons one being the drive would kill my knee. I wanted to be there but I also know that you just don’t care when it’s your loved one. I ached for her this morning because I remember hating that morning knowing what was at hand when mom died.

Back to Ed.

He was Ed to us, that’s what she called him. We heard about him often “Old Ed”.
Well Ed you raised a good daughter and you were a huge part of us.
I thank you for having lunch with me a couple of years ago.

May the wind be at your back and the horses in Heaven give you a good ride Cowboy.

When we cross that river Jordan,With St Peter on the other side
Singin' Good Ride Cowboy,
Good Ride!
Say Good Ride Cowboy,
Good Ride!

I’m going to head something up at my church . . .

. . . .at some point

With this comes a confession and I confessed it last Sunday to my new/old minister. He was the associate minister but now is the lead minister because my minister stepped down for a church plant.

I want to put cardboard testimonies on in my church. U Tube it is you aren’t sure what it is. We had a time line but with the broken son, knee work, and the minister who was going to help me stepping in to the lead position it was put off.

Milly gives a sigh of relief.

My confession that led to me realizing how much I need those folks at my church and how God talks to me.

So I’m in the shower thinking of the testimonies and how powerful it is I started thinking about my testimony after all I was putting this thing together and I would need to have a good one. What could I say about me?

How has God impacted my life?

Me
Me
My
My
I
I
I
Oh snap!!!!!
Bam!
Milly this isn’t about you!

Just thinking about testimonies has led me down a path of realizing how self centered I am. I’m not all bad I also thought about those in my church who have been there for me. One man in my church was stricken with a horrible painful illness, something like Preacherman suffers from. When he first came back he spotted me and smiled I walked over to him to see how he was. We shared a painful hug for him, I could see it his face but only for a brief moment. He pointed to me and said “I’ve been praying for you.” Me! Wow! This man is in pain every moment. He has small boys who are always on the move. He can’t go out and toss a ball with them because of the pain. He comes up to the booth to see me. from time to time and listens to me and gives advice. I love him and his wife. I’ve had several people tell me that they are praying for me and my children even in the face of their hardships. I know that it shouldn’t floor me I pray for them. It touches my heart.

My testimony isn’t written yet but when it is I know that it will be about God not me.

I confessed to the minister and his wife that I was thinking of me and how I could make it an impactful testimony. They laughed with me for my failings after all I'm not the only one who might go down that path of learning.

My God let me know that I was wrong for that. . . .and He loves me.

Is this in your face?

It is in mine

James 3:9-12 (New International Version)

9With the tongue we praise our Lord and Father, and with it we curse men, who have been made in God's likeness. 10Out of the same mouth come praise and cursing. My brothers, this should not be. 11Can both fresh water and salt[a] water flow from the same spring? 12My brothers, can a fig tree bear olives, or a grapevine bear figs? Neither can a salt spring produce fresh water.

How can we praise God and teach others about Jesus and then spew hate for the guy who cut you off in traffic?

It’s in my face this week because I’ve been a bit unhappy with someone. I’ve been reading a couple of blogs that have post on finding forgiveness and needed it is. Darn if not only are we to find forgiveness but we can’t speak ill of them and by real definition we aren’t even to think ill of them. THAT IS JUST TOO HARD!!!! I wanted to wait after reading this and hearing James 3:9-12 after all I’m not ready yet. I will be soon but not yet.

So I can wait right?

In my face!

God doesn’t wait he forgives me the moment I ask. . .Before I ask.

I’m not saying that we should be a doormat . . . no I won’t be that.

I’m saying that God commands us to forgive because He knows that we need to. When we hold grudges we let it grow, it hurts us not the offender. That’s a hard one isn’t it? They have hurt us and they know it and they just don’t give a damn. But we are the ones who have to let it go because it’s . . . good for us.

Have I forgiven all of those hurts? No not yet but I do feel in time I will. I will work hard at not speaking ill of those who do hurt those I love. And in not speaking ill of them I might have less to forgive.

Inside my knee

Dr. Kevin released me this week. I can drive as long as I’m careful and not on narcotics. I don’t get why? ;-}

It’s back to work for me.

I thought ya’ll might like to see what the inside of a wrecked knee looks like. I’m trying to post the video of the work he did on me but it won’t load. Dr. Kevin isn’t just one of the best he’s a darn nice man and a Christian.

Affairs Part Twa (2)

Thanks to all for the comments but you all seemed to miss some aspects of an affair.

People cheat in different ways and suex ain’t always it.

We have the guy who gets drunk and finds a one night moment. Some will sober up and wonder what happened and how they ended up there. Some will continue to do it over and over again when they can.

One comment was that women deny the man.

Not always in fact some women enjoy it. In fact we are freer to enjoy it because of women’s rights.

Yet men still cheat.

Why do they cheat??

Because they can’t find happiness within themselves and they want their spouse to create it over and over again. When the discontent continues they find a new thing to play with. When they see what they are going to lose they may want to try again but the same thing will happen because they can’t find happiness in another they will find another woman to stroke their ego and for a brief time they will be happy until the spouse gets her fill of it.

Suex doesn’t need to be involved in this affair. The affair is about finding happiness. Some find that the home, spouse, and kids are a prison not a blessing. It’s sad that they can find a full heart when they see how blessed they are.

Even Christians have affairs. You would think that a Christian would see the blessing laid at his feet. They just don’t.

I live, for now, in a very nice home but that’s not a blessing not at all. I will soon move into a smaller home. That one will be a blessing. It’s going to be a blessing because of the love I have been given. Because I will be free of those chains of discontent from a man who couldn’t see what he had.

I think that people stray for different reasons not because they are men.

When you put yourself over your family, when you put your needs over everything that you should be holding near and dear, when you fail to put God first, you lose everyone and everything.

So folks the next time you think of straying call an attorney and ask him how much it will cost you.

And I mean honestly cost you and your children.

Then . . .

Stop using the excuses of being male. .

Pick up your bible, fall to your knees, and pray for a path to healing your relationships.

From KB's Blog a bit of fun

Type into Google "______ needs" or "______ likes" with quotation marks, putting your name in the blank. Type in the first 10 "_____ needs" type statements you find.





1. Milly likes poppies (It's true I do)

2. Milly likes to play (If it isn't gonna hurt much)

3. Milly likes to rearrange her furniture and clean her whole suite daily (Bloody Heck No!)

4. Milly likes buttons, but she doesn’t like bows (Bows or too fussy)

5. Milly likes treats (yep bring um on)

6. Milly likes to come into the office to see her uncle Tony (I have an uncle Tony!)

7.Milly still likes to guess what's in each egg (I might be right someday!)

8.Milly likes to tire me (I can't help it if I'm fun)

9. Milly likes to use big words for simple ideas (It makes me seem smarter)

10. Milly's wish to do simply as she likes demands (It's true)

1.Milly needs to lose some weight and get healthier before her surgery. (Too late now)

2.Milly needs a wheelchair (Got one)

3.Milly's needs to change somethin. (Sing'n to the choir)

4.Milly needs him to avert the future war (All I am say'n is give peace a chance)

5.Milly needs to cross the line (See others agree)

6.Milly needs to be apprehended (Darn they know)

7.Milly needs is an iced coffee and a different hat, and I'd hardly notice her walking past me on the sidewalk (They won't find me now)

8. Milly needs to see the vet, sooner rather than later (Sat next to one today and had a nice conversation)

9.MILLY NEEDS THE DOG WHISPER OR A COUPLE OF SWATS (Hey! Not nice!)

10.It's so touching to read about how you anticipate Milly's every need and make sure things (It is thank you)

Kneed

Yep that's my knee

Friday the 13th went well for me. My dad took me to the surgical hospital for my knee. They got me in rather quickly so the anesthesiologist and I decided not to go with the pill to relax me. The other reasons are that I was rather relaxed plus I don’t wake up easily. I was wheeled to an operating room then put under. Waking up is always so odd. This time it was as if the world was getting bad reception. I wondered if I couldn’t move some rabbit ears around to stop the world from rolling. Not spinning rolling. The nurse fussed about injecting things into my IV as my dad sat next to me. I tried to stay quiet. At least I think I did. The man next to me was feeling no pain at all and found everything funny. The nurse rattled off the orders and they wheeled me to dad’s truck. Thank goodness that she gave us written orders because when my sister asked us we were clueless as to what we were to do and when.

I did have trouble keeping food down even liquids wanted out. My tummy wakes up slowly. On funny moment came when I was sure that I was going to throw up. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to make it to the bathroom on crutches and pain pills. My sister jumped up and rushed to the kitchen getting caught on her sweat pants and sliding. We had visions of her falling like a boy with a broken hip. I was horrified and stranded with a mouth full of (You get the picture). Dad yelled cup and I grabbed the one in front of me. My sister came limping in with a bowl and I finished. After making sure she was ok and brushing my teeth we all laughed. Can you imagine?
My son on a walker
Me on crutches
Her all broken
My dad can’t get too far that he doesn’t need to sit
Miss Littles would have to take care of us. Poor Miss Littles!
Thankfully sis was only a bit bruised

I spent a few days hanging with dad and sis as they took care of me and the kids. Love the dad and sis.

My knee isn’t as swollen today and I have cleaned it off.

The tumor was removed and has been downgraded to a cyst. The meniscus was cleaned up. Some arthritis removed

Something was tightened and something was loosened.

He moved my knee.

He told my dad that he moved my knee.

Ok did my knee need to be moved?

I had no idea that it was in the wrong place apparently I was living in the dark on that one.

Thanks to all who have kept us in prayer.

I’m hanging out and reading stuff so don’t be surprised if I show up with a comment.

a life time. . .

There’s a million things that I should be doing tonight.
Worship slides
house work
packing for my dad’s
talking to God
writing thank you notes
but here I am posting.....

I haven’t finished the worship slides because I haven’t started them yet. I’m not sure what the picture theme will be yet. I’ll know it when I get there.

I need to tidy up the house so that it won’t be such a chore when I am laying around.
The kids and I are hanging out with my dad for a few days while I recover a bit. He’s a good daddy and was always great at taking care of me and the kids when we were sick.
We always need our special God time.

I owe a few folks note of thanks. Some for bringing church to us one Sunday night. If you know the church that I attend the guy playing the guitar are sitting in my family room. One of my friends brought us dinner one night. And several have called and sent notes. It’s great to have a church family. If you doubt the value of having one come hang with us for a while, we’ll show you.

The biggest reason that I love my job is because I love the people and I love seeing how they react to life. The social psychology major want-a-be comes out in me . Most of the time the theater major is preforming.

One man now grumbles at me and really doesn’t look at me anymore since I turned him down for a date, I think it makes his friend happy because he smiles big when he mumbles as he walks past me. I do feel bad but now way no how.

One man seeks me out so that I can wait on him and chat. He’s a nice older man.
One man has backed off because he found out that I’m a Christian. He hasn’t asked me to seek off for an affair all week. He still talks to me a bit and they are much better conversations.

People are interesting some sad some angry like the woman who was on her cell phone the whole time I was helping her refusing to pay attention to me. I get that a lot because we are a contractor store. These guys work hard and they need to make every moment count. When one of the men’s hotdog threw up relish and onions in a big splat I felt that I should warn the woman that she was going to step in it and might fall. She turned and gave me a nasty look but I still kept on guard. She then looked at the rather large for a hotdog sized pile of relish and onions and just missed it. Sis she take the phone from her ear and thank me? Did she mouth thank you? Did she get me a thumb up? No she gave me a nasty look and walked out.

I cleaned up the mess. And yes the guy apologized and offered to clean it up himself.

Sometimes I wonder about people.

Miss Littles has a very runny nose today so we have tissues piling up. It hasn’t stopped her from roller skating all over the house. Yes I’m that kind of parent. She’s not the one who fell and broke a hip. The one running from Miss Littles did that.

I have been peeking in on ya’ll and have from time to time had a bit to say. Golly time seems to rush away from us.

I called an old friend the other day. Life hasn’t been kind to her then again she hasn’t been kind to life at times. I hate that she is so ill and that her daughter is no longer in her life. I do miss her.
I wish my friend who is embarking on a new path nothing but a great life.

A great life. . .
What is that?
It’s sorrow and love it’s life real life.
It’s sitting in front of your home and loving those in it.
It’s knowing your mistakes and being honest enough to say the out loud
It’s learning and correcting
It’s a life led by God
It’s seeking Jesus with your family and in the darkness of yourself
It’s what I have

Do you?

An old friend stopped by

Today I heard from DugALug
If you haven't read his blog please take the time to do so.
He and his wife have written some heart touching words.

DugALug we will all continue to pray for you and your family!

http://firstflite.blogspot.com/

Inspiration

I haven’t felt that inspired lately. Things around here are edgy or something. See what I mean very little inspiration.

I’m sitting at the dining room table working on the summer Disney scrapbook. I’ve lost the C in escape, I suppose it did just that. Poor lost C. I lost the dot on an i but it still seems fine.

To fill you in on things that have sucked it out of me:

My aunt is in the hospital, surgery to remove a large amount of her intestine.
My son broke his hip.
My dad is doing well but still has me on edge.
Someone in my family has Crohn’s and isn’t looking too well.
I’m having my knee worked on in February.

My friend's cancer isn't gone.
That divorce thing
I’ve lost my temper with my boss twice this last week. He’s a man so he keeps saying stupid stuff like “I know you’re a bit stressed.” And “What’s this all about?” MEN!!!!!
I had a two day migraine.


I spent some time in the car today with God crying and talking. I talked a lot about me and how He should be helping me. He let me know that he was. Yes it is about me right now because it’s my blog and I write about me and when I need to lean I need to lean. So He told me that He was right next to me with His shoulder for crying and His arms for holding. And after all, my aunt came through surgery. My attorney has made me laugh and is a Christian. My son had the best surgeon around and is making me laugh every day. My daddy is taking care of us and doing a great job and he is still with us. They found Crohn’s before it was too bad. My surgeon is a good one and a Christian. He promised to pray for my son. I’m having my knee fixed after dealing with the pain. Insurance company willing. ;-}

I may have lost a friend but I still have lots of friends who really love me.

Still I don’t want to get up too early Saturday morning. I think I’ve earned it and I did complete four pages of the scrapbook.

Inspiration?

After eight please.

I think I need to find my Bible and keep talking to God.

Winter you have arrived

Just Chill'n tonight.

It's cold and sleeting/snowing/freezing rain stuff.

I made it to and from work with ease today.

I drive rather well in this stuff. It's about respecting each others space and going just the right speed.

Just like life. ;-}

The boy is doing well and doing a bit more on his own.

Miss Littles is herself as always so life is good tonight.

If only dinner would show up on its own then all would be grand at the homestead.