Why don’t they value them?

A few mornings ago I had a conversation with some coworkers about how the generation under mine doesn’t value those who are older.

One felt that the hippie movement hurt us. I disagree. . . respectfully.

The government fed us bull stuff and did it over and over again. The grey haired men who were to be leading us were big fat liars. When we realized what was happening all bets were off. Grey haired people were either one of them or suckers for falling for it. So yes the hippie movement did add to it and I without a doubt think that those raised by militant rebellious teens ended up with some big issues where trust is concerned.

The biggest wrongest influence was the ME movement. That’s right the eighties! It was about how we dressed how we ate how we were seen and who we were seen with. Thank God I was in college and then living on my own with very little money and less time to give the eighties much of a real thought. I cared very little for the music and the attitude. I will admit to wearing way too much make up and having big hair. I am after all a girl person.

The hippie movement started it and the ME movement honed the knife so that cutting the ties with your elders was easier.

The conversation started up because one of the women I work with is a bit older than the women in her department. Now I also need to say that she is a bit, well, I was scared of her when I first encountered her. She can quickly put you in your place. I also listened to her and I respected her wisdom. She knows her stuff and she has shown me respect in what I do. I worry when she’s ill unfortunately it’s a lot these days. I once stuck up for her when she was eating something she’s not suppose to and a coworker smarted off about it. She sticks hard to that diet and when she steps off she’s earned it. She is great in telling us to be careful about how we eat and the mistakes that she has made in her life. She has wisdom because she lived it.

Two of the women in her department have the mental capacity of teens in high school. I find that to be very sad because I’d love to work that job. The hours would be hard on me. If I did have that job who do you think I look to for help? You know it the older lady, the one who has worked there for years, the one who knows her way in and out of the computer. The lady who can tell me where anything in the store is and how it works, not the teen minded girls.

I also had a conversation with a younger coworker who has taken a promotion. He said that he had read Solomon and the respected and is learning from his older crew. A glimps of hope in him.

I enjoy my older folks I give them respect because they’ve earned it. Sure some are trying I had to tell a woman several times the same thing the other day and she came back for more information. One of my customers smiled when she interrupted him. I told her when she needed to go and apologized for the interruption he smiled and said she’s probably looking for a cool place to be because her home is hotter. I smiled bigger. I told him that she was a very sweet lady.

I’ll admit at times when I am up to it with craziness at work and some grey haired person demands attention over everyone else I get a bit nettled but I still take care of them as best I can because they’ve earned it.

We need to leave the ME generation behind and teach the young folks to respect and cherish those, us grey haired folks, because soon we will need them. And if they don't step up we are in trouble because we are going to find that we are big bad hospitals alone, rattling around the house alone, starving for life alone and we will miss out because we lived it up and left our older folks in the dust. So put on your big people underwear grow up and show some respect kids or we are going down without the ability to fight.

My hair is decorated . . .still I want my respect ;-}

Why church?

Now that’s something that we’ve been asked a bit around the blogdom. So then this can be an easy one for us to talk about.


Today as I came down from the booth I spotted a man who seemed a bit lost so I greeted him and asked if I could help him. He seemed to force a smile and responded with shrinkage. I explained that we weren’t about filling a building and he responded by telling me who we were. We weren’t as big as he remembered. I came back with We aren’t about filling a building. His response is like so many others I've encountered. We aren’t? What are we about? My responses We are about worshiping God not filling a building. My worship leader overhearing parts responded with Just filling a building that’s not good, not at all. I smiled and walked away.


So you know he didn’t stomp off at that conversation infact he waved at me later when I was in the fish bowl. (A place where I work at church. . . ok more like play at)

As I was walking in for worship one of the men stopped me. I was so glad to see him because he gave us a bit of a scare, he became ill and was thought to have GBS. He still has a bit to go but is in good spirits. He tells me he has been worried and thinking of me every day. Insert me teary eyed. As we were talking another man who had been rather close to my almost X came over and hugged me and had some very kind words. Ok now I’m holding back my tears.


Come on Milly get to the chairs, that’s all that you have to do find your children and get to the chairs. You know I was stopped by a sister who wanted a hug and to introduce me to another sister who has gone through a divorce. We talked about her first date and laughed a bit. I hope to get to know her better because she seemed like a nice lady. I found my kids and was able to focus on God instead of me.

Why church?

Milly thinks God deserves our attention. We need a place to focus. We need to be told about Him. And for me this week I needed to feel loved by those brothers and sisters. We need to be reminded how very far church has come with divorce and support does just that. No filling that building isn’t important God and His love is. No matter the size or place it’s about HIM.

Free three

On the a free day would be spent post Mark commented

a pub, a book, a beer

I know Mark and if he weren’t with his wife and my niece that’s where he’d want to be and what he’d want to be doing.

My free day if not with my kids

A friend, Panera Bread, an unsweetened iced tea

What are your three?

to note. . .

An honest man's word is his bond.

A half truth is a whole lie. ~Yiddish Proverb

A lie may take care of the present, but it has no future. ~Author Unknown

We tell lies when we are afraid... afraid of what we don't know, afraid of what others will think, afraid of what will be found out about us. But every time we tell a lie, the thing that we fear grows stronger. ~Tad Williams

When a man lies, he murders some part of the world. ~Rospo Pallenberg and John Boorman, Excalibur, based on Le Morte d'Arthur by Thomas Malory


When you lie everything you’ve ever said is taken in as suspect.~Milly

It's a sick game sir to lie for your own amusement and a game not well played at that.

A free day would be spent. . .

Have you ever wanted to wonder why but just couldn’t find the time or the real motivation?

Is that laziness or being too busy or just not giving a damn?

So there you are laying in the clover patch thinking why can’t I wonder why and it hits you. . . a honey bee right between the eyes.

Are you allergic. I’m not.

I can pick them up and move them over for you.

If I a butterfly landed on your nose would you hold your breath and enjoy the moment?
I would.

I wonder where the nearest clover patch is.

Want to meet me there?

God works in some interesting ways

As I drove to the hospital I began to think about a conversation I had with a coworker. He and I talked about how God works in our lives. Several things had happened to those he loved including death, he was angry with God for the happenings so he went mountain climbing. We do that metaphorically but he actually did it, once he reached the top he began yelling at God. “Is that all you’ve got!” he spent a bit of time yelling at God. It came to him that God was there the he wasn’t alone and that no matter what He would be there for him and there is nothing that he can’t handle because God wouldn’t let go of Him.

So here I was driving to the hospital worried about my dad thinking that I once again had one of those conversations. All I could think was “God is preparing me again, He did with my mom, my uncle, and now He was doing it again.” Don’t get me started on the music that was playing on the radio The Dance golly gee way to get to me.

I have to say that my dad is a tough guy. Several months ago he passed out backing his boat in the water and ended up knee deep in the lake H20. That’s knee deep inside the truck. The doctor thought it was a medication. This time was a big red flag with a flashing light and a loud alarm, he blacked out again in Canada. He went to fish, he loves fishing. They had the chopper on the way he refused to go to the hospital after they revived him. I offered to drive him to the doctor but he refused. They sent him to a specialist, they immediately walked him to the OR. Here’s where he becomes the talked about patient of the day people to whom have a heart rate of thirty are usually brought in to the ER or rushed into a doctor’s office looking very ill. My dad had driven several miles and walked in on his own.

As for fishing well he took second in the tournament and says that he would have taken first had he fished all the days. And yes he says it with a big o’ smile on his face.

I spent the night watching my dad remembering times of a younger stronger man. My dad came in the door ready to love his family that’s why we rushed to be with him. He saw the blessings in his life. Whenever we were sick my dad was soft and gentle he spoke softly to us. I remember how he would move my hair out of my face. My dad had seemed to be invincible when I was a kid and there he was in a bed, in pain, looking so different. Still he’s the best dad in the world and my family and I will now take care of him. (Like it or not. . . he grumbles a bit at us. )

He is so grounded!
No fishing for a while!

with the kids . . .car conversations are so priceless

Miss Littles: Mom we watched a show about a man who lives with bears

The boy spoke up saying something about it being dangerous

Mom: I saw a show about a man who lived with wolves and when the wolves peed around the tent he peed around the tent.



The boy: They were marking their territory.



Mom: Chicks would move the tent

The Boy: They were marking their territory.

Mom: Still. . .Ick!

The Boy: They were marking their territory it's what they do.

Mom: I’m just saying I would move the tent rather than pee around my tent

The Boy: They were marking their territory!

Mom: I'm just saying. . .

The Boy: They were marking the territory!

Mom: It's gross that's all.

The Boy: They were marking their territory!

Mom: Chicks don’t do stuff like that

The Boy: They were marking their territory!

Mom: Is that what you are doing at home because. . . ick. . . and I see no need to do that.

The Boy:MOM!!!!
Miss Littles giggles from the back seat

See priceless!

BAM!

Don’t you hate it when you get sucker punched!

There you are and then BAM you’re on the floor!

Words folks!

Think before you speak!

Prayers

• Please add Preacherman and his family to your prayer list. He’s ill again.

The sun brings a new day as one ends

I’ve made a little change on my header as you may have noted. It’s a picture that I took while riding in a boat at Disney World in Florida.

I chose this one because it’s not only pretty to look at but it also shows a phase in my life. The vacation was without the man that I was married to for 20 years. He wasn’t invited to join us and I made that very clear. I remember sitting on that boat watching the sun give way to night thinking that it was an ending of a life I know.

I haven’t gone into the divorce without knowing that we will be pain. I was afraid of what it would do to my children. I was afraid of what it would do financially. I was afraid to stay with this man.

I also know that with each sunset is a sunrise and I’m ready to see the beginning of a new day.

God paints the sky and I am blessed

PS Miss Littles has a great cake recipe on her site http://littlesworld-milly.blogspot.com/

As in my life. . . . . .

The boy and I went to see Get Smart today. It’s not for young kids due to the language and stuff but it was a funny movie. I enjoyed the music and the references to the original show. The movie wasn’t too much like the show but gave us old folks enough to smile at.

My daughter’s new favorite movie is The Spiderwick Chronicles. I enjoyed the movie each time I had to watch it. I loved the flower fairies such a pretty fantasy. Miss Littles has professed to me that she sees fairies in her room and once in awhile throughout the house. We’re sure to invite them along when we move. She has wonderful delights about how they play about and tells me that some aren’t so nice. I suppose the fairy world isn’t that far from ours.

At church folks are full of concern for us. It’s appreciated and I do feel the love and blessings but it’s as if someone is around every corner. I spoke with a sister today and shocked her by telling her what had been going on. I had assumed most of those who know us knew.

The boy and I are watching the news. It’s always a fun thing for me to do because he’s so smart and has lots of opinions. Miss Littles watches the local news every morning and will have a cake recipe for ya’ll posted soon. I’ve tasted it and think you should make yourself one.

Things around here have been a bit off to say the least. Mediation went well enough and I’m processing what was said.

Last night I spent some time talking with a friend after work. I’ll have some views on what we talked about sometime. I’ve always tried to see things in different shoes and she certainly showed me a different sneaker.


God is my sanctuary

I have a prayer request for my friends in Blog Land.

I want to tell you about my friend, she’s one of those people that I was just drawn to. Honestly, she had me at hello and I suppose I had her also. We’ve spent hours talking about life, God, kids, marriage, and nothing at all. We’ve laughed and cried together and I’d honestly cut my right arm off to save her life.

When I told her what was going on in my life and that I was divorcing my husband she yelled at me for not calling her for support. She was loud about it. She was also right I do need her. I called her just the other night to vent about something to find that she was recovering from surgery. I knew that she needed it but didn’t know when she was going in. My sorry self has been so consumed with me and the kids that I have neglected others.

Tonight I smiled when my phone rang her ring tone, that smile left my face when she told me that they found cancer.

CANCER!

She’s reassured me that she’s fine and that this one has a high cure rate. I looked it up because that’s how us bloggers roll. It's about a 96% cure rate.

Still. . .
I worry. . .
She’s worried about me and how mediation is going to go so she's is calling me Thursday on her way to tell her mom and the kids.

She’s worried about me!

She has CANCER and she’s ready to cut her right arm off for me!

That's why God gave us friends.

We talked tonight about how we didn’t need anyone else but God and yet He gave us friends.

Thanks God!

PS Call a friend this week just to talk

Not gonna let the apple hit me again

I love the song below and at first I didn’t get why, read the words.

I Move on like a sinner's prayer

Lettin' go like a levee brakes

Walk away as if I don’t care

Learn to shoulder my mistakes

I'm built to fade like your favorite song

Get reckless when there’s no need

Laugh as your stories ramble on

Break my heart, but it won’t bleed

My only friends are pirates

It’s just who I am

I’m better as a memory

Than as your man

Never sure when the truth won’t do

I'm pretty good on a lonely night

I move on the way the storm blows through

I never stay but then again I might

I struggle sometimes to find the words

Always sure until I doubt

Walk a line until it blurs

Build walls too high to clime out

But I'm honest to a fault

It’s just who I am

I'm better as a memory

Than as you man

I see you leaning

You’re bound to fall

I don’t want to be that mistake

I’m just a dreamer

Nothing more

You should know it before it gets too late

'Cause Goodbyes are like a roulette wheel

You never know where they're gonna land

First you’re spinning then your standin' still

Left holdin' A losing hand

One day your gonna find someone

Right away you'll know it’s true

That all of your seekin's done

It’s just a part of the passing through

Right there in that moment

You'll finally understand

That I was better as a memory than as your man

Better as a memory than as your man

By Kenny Chesney

It hit me like a ton of apples the other day as I was singing along. This bad boy is being decent and that is why we girls took a bite of the forbidden fruit! He is telling us what he knew we’d fall for. Not me never ever again . . . I still like the song but I will keep Eve close to me. I wonder if she prayed for her sisters. I wonder if she hoped that no woman would ever trust the serpent and take the bite of forbidden fruit.

I hope a pray that we can walk away from that bad boy no matter how sweet that fruit looks.

Littles World

Miss Littles has a request on her blog.

http://littlesworld-milly.blogspot.com/

She's speaking from a eight year old's heart.

Love socks of monkey

Monday I wore my sock monkey socks so you know all went well.

On my dashboard I placed the picture K gave me when we visited OKC and something Miss Littles gave me from church. I read a few lines from the book I was reading while listening to the local Christian station. Talked to God and went into the office. We walked across the street talking all the way about life, changes, and just stuff.

What I heard was heartbreaking and soon in will come to pass.

I wore my Sock Monkey socks that G gave me so you know I had love at my feet.

God is sending me those who will give love and prayers.

Thank you Mark, K, and G love ya!

Thank you to all who are pray'n

On my reading to do list is

Mike Mullane was signing copies of his book Riding Rockets at the Kennedy Space Center so we took the opportunity to take a picture of him with my son and have a few things autographed. He let people know as they purchased the book that it was not for youngsters. "This is not a kids book." because of life stuff I haven’t had the wanted time to read but I’m a bit of the way in and I have to agree that it isn’t for the young adventures. It’s been good so far and it’s left me wanting to keep reading even when I know the 4:21 am alarm is going to be hard on me. Here’s what he wrote in my book.

My real name here

Dream Big!
Mike Mullane
515,41D,27,36 (some of these numbers might be wrong. Sorry Mike if they are.)
5/31/08

I just don’t have big dreams right now. I want my kids to be ok and I want to be able to put them in a safe home. I want more for them than anything. I want them to know that God and mom are right here for them.

I guess these are big enough dreams for a mom.

The boy glows

Please hold my son in your prayers as he learns to be the hands and feet of Christ.

He’s on a mission trip again and as some of you might remember last year he landed in the hospital. My son in the glow of the fireworks at Disney World.

I was just thinking and wondering if. . . .&. . . Why. . .

If God isn’t sending anyone to hell then is everyone going to Heaven?

Even those who don’t want God?

What about those fallen angels?

Where are the ones who will turn away going?

Why does it say that we will face judgement if we have no consequences?

Anyway just think'n today, even in the fog of vacation messes, just think'n.

Home is where the mess is!

We are home!

The Space Shuttle is an amazing wonderment. I’d recommend going to anyone who is interested in space exploration. My son was so delighted by this event.




Cocoa beach didn’t seem to have a Jennie in a bottle for us to find but it did have a tremendous amount of family fun. My children could spend days playing on the beach. I’m still finding sand in things.

Mickey Mouse Land was wonderful and exhausting. I loved looking around the worlds in Epcot. Although I did speak to a lady working there about the trolls. She told me that they aren’t the things that they have everywhere in her country, they only have them in the story books. Gee do you think that we Americanized the countries? ;-}

France is a great place to have a treat. Yummy!

We had breakfast with Mickey, Pluto, Lilo and Stitch. Stitch sat in my chair and drank my juice. The kids were tickled.

Miss Littles and I had dinner one evening in Cinderella’s castle. It was quite an affair. The Fairy Godmother put her hands on my shoulders and spoke to me during the performance. I was thrilled! I played her in a high school production.

The coolest characters for me to see were Eeyore and Snow White. I gave Eeyore a big hug. Snow was so pretty. She’s the prettiest of them all.

I’m up to my eyes in laundry, need to make something for dinner, and I feel as if I’m about to drop. I’ll be talking with you all later.

Vacation update

I’m using the condo computer so not much information today.

My little beach bums were happy to be back in the water. We didn’t find a Jennie on Cocoa Beach

The space shuttle launch was amazing!

I can’t wait to share photos with you folks.

I'm getting ready for Mickey World.