Thanks for the award, and other stuff Random Monday

On the days you feel the most down, are the days God intervenes to send someone to let you know you matter. 

I was coming off the High from the Nanowrino thing, when I woke up this morning and had a note from a friend that I had an award waiting. 

Me? Little ole me? I thought, Why no one even reads my blog..But yes someone does, and she thinks it is good! Wow! Thank you!

Romona is pretty awesome, she lives in Israel comes from Romania and has some pretty interesting life  experiences that she handles gracefully. I have great respect for her and just want to say Thank you Thank you Thank you. Ok no more fawning.  but Thank you!

I was thinking about the police in Seattle, imagine sitting there peacefully on your laptop then someone with a grudge on life or Seattles Finest and shot them. Image having to be the one to tell the families. 

the world has become a dangerous place, but strangely enough the first thing I thought of was: This isn't supposed to happen in America, it is supposed to happen in third world countries like Iraq, etc not here. But why should just the Israel have to worry? Why just  Baghdad parents? Why are they the only ones who have to worry about suicide bombers and such nonsense?

Then I thought, Why no here? What makes us different? We used to be. We used to have respect for authority, teachers, police, soldiers, the president, but we don't anymore. Well not all f us, a great many.

At what point in our lives did we stop caring so much about the value of life

that it became almost routine to take someone else's? 

Reading the Bible, it says that in the end days it will be fathr against son, mother again daughter, neighbor against neighbor, during the last days. I could almost believe that is where we are except...people are killing people for the fun of it.  You don't have to even know the person. 

If indeed we are in those times and i sincerely believe we are, then is there anything we can do but pray? 

But we continually ge out hearts broken, by mothers selling their 5 year old aughters into prostitution, fathers killing their sons and daughters, children being abused by the very people they trust to keep them safe, and wewatch it on TV but can do notheing. 

I don't believe God meant us to do nothing during these times, I am just not sure what he meant us to do.

What do you think? 

I finished the Nanowrino challenge and am still woking on the book. I am so into it, I don't want to say goodbye to the character. I have grown to like all of them, even the villians. Bored? Write a book!

Please pray fo the families of the Police, the familes of the soldiers, and our country. I'll tell you what, I'll pray for your family and you pray for mine.

If we can't do anything else we can get God working on this, don't you think?

Six small things saturday....

6 things on my Wishlist

1. New computer

2. That Tasha, Eric and Denise get everything they asked Santa For

3.  something about the president but Iwon't say it out loud Seriously, that he gets common sense before the country collapses.

4.  A new car (ok car and compute is a bit much well thats is why it is called a wishlist,"

5. That the soldiers are all safe, and people remember them, most important remember to thank them

6.  Finding Love..maybe some day....:)

Wordless Wednesday

Remember the soldiers..

Barbie, Rachel Ray, Tasha and growing up

Yesterday was Sunday, and it was cold rainy and yukky. The kind of Day I really like.

Tasha was sitting next to me watching television , she suddenly got up, took the TV Control, paused the show, went potty, came back and restarted the program. May I remind you good people, she is three.

Later I was on the computer, she was watching the food network, yes thats right, and kept coming out telling me how to make things they were showing, it wasn't clear mind you, but she had the idea. I had to check who she was watching and it was Rachel Ray. I shouldn't be surprised. She likes Sunny.

Time flies so quickly, I hardly can believe it. I remember when this child was helpless, I had to feed her, change her diaper, and practlly do everything else for her. Every day she amazes me.

She watched Barbie's Three Musketeer, a show so horribly historically incorrect. I am sure Alexander Dumas is not only turning in his gave, but shaking his fist at Disney while asking God for an Aspirin to stop the pain. still Tasha enjoyed it, I laughed at it and we had a good after noon. Now Tasha wants a sword to save her prince like the girls did in the movies.

so now i have to figure out how to make the sword.

I remember some years back whrn I was doing something similar for two other littles girls, one who has gone home to be with Jesus and another one who is Tasha's mother.

Cherish your minutes, Moms,  time Flees much to quickly.

Dear Someone Thursdays

This is: Dear Someone Thursday's, brought to you by Family of Shorts, grab a pen or er, computer and write to someone you love. or don't love, and remember to link it to Family of shorts who is, BTW my first letter.

Dear shortmoma at Family of shorts..

I want to thank you for your friendships! It is a joy, to know you on FB as well as on Blogger. I look forward to your postings, even though I don't comment often a big no no in the blogging world, I will do better.
 about your food blog. It is fun, intersting, your recipes easy to do and they always come out for me.
STOP IT! You are making me fat.
Thank you
Your Friend
Angel
P.S Where are you? I went over to your place to link and you are not there, oh well I will post anyway and link later :)
Yours Truly



Dear Next door nieghbor on the left:

Thank you for feeding my cat. He now expect leftovers from my house as well as yours. I am poor, I don't have leftovers. Shall we just forget the whole thing and move him to your house? I can always get Tasha another cat.
I will deliver him tomorrow at 7pm, dinner time. No backsies.
Thank You



Dear boys no Men at the park who scared my 3 year old  nearly to death
I realize you both must not understand this,  if you see sand, swings, jungle gyms and brightly colored benches for parents to sit on it is called a childrens play area.

My daughter said from looking at you you were her age, in which case you didn't belong in that area in the first place

Did it not touch anything in your common sense or heart when that three year old ran crying in terror to her mom when you buzzed her, as she sat happily in the sand box, with your go carts.

Apparently not, because once her mom had her calmed down and convinced her it was safe to play, you did it again. And so she had to come home and give up her happy day.

She told me about it all night such was her level of discomfort, and when her mom threw you a look you acted as if you had not done anything wrong.
I wish you a happy thanksgiving and for the record here is something you

should really be thankful for:

That it was my daughter a kind and gentle soul at the park that day instead of me. I would have told you exactly what I thought, and called the police because you were in a unsafe area. You would have had a fat ticket to pay.
There are alot of people who will tell you not to mess with me, Shall I send you a list?

 Next time you are in the little children's play area, remember these small children belong here you don't, let me direct you to the area you belong There is an area in the park for Go carts it was outside the fence, please use it next time.

Wordless Wednesday: Charleston Harbor

What I love about Charleston in the Winter. Water and Boats!

dmall talk six-six stores you would like to be registered with for Christmas

Six Stores I'd like to be registered for Christmas,

1. Macy's

2. Bloomingdales

3. Nieman Marcus

4. Best Buy

5. Any and all shoes stores but we'll say DSW

6.  Nordstrom's

please vist MomDot for more fun posts

you be blessed this Thanksgiving

A few weeks ago there was a knock on my door. My daughter went to answer it then came quickly back to my room and whispered urgently to me, "It's a homeless man!"

I looked up inceduiously, the side of town we live on is not the upper class side but having the homeles knocking on your door is not exactly a common occurance.

My daughter was a little, well a lot. taken back, she didn't know what to say.

We are not bad people. We see the homeless every day, there is a man who sits every day right by the entrance of 156 with a big sign tht says: We all have bad times, please help. I do, I give him whatever change I have. I have, in fact, started saving change in the cup holder of the car to give him whenever I go that way and see him.

Because everyone does go through bad times. I know of three certain times I was weeks away from being that person.

I don't know the difference between him and I, How I got lucky and landed on my feet and he didn't. God had a lot to do with it I am sure, but why he said no to him and yes to me will remain a mystery.

My daughter whispered urgently "what shall we do? He wants to cut our grass!"

I had to laugh, I told her simply " ok, we ll let him cut the grass, it certainly needs it and none of us have time to do it."

So we did, I gave him 20 to cut our lawn, he did and went on his way. Over and done with right?

I knew better, I have had encounters before with those less fortunenate, and it has always led to a blessing for me, rather then them. I was sure it would this time as well.

There's an end to my story of course. For the last three weeks the man comes by my house every week to cut the lawn. My regular Lawn company wasn't nearly as punctual.

He always came to my door, and looked me in the eye when he asked for work, and refused to look at me when I paid him. On one thing he can be proud, on the other he was ashamed to take money.

One day, he came by out of context and asked me to do some work, anything. His daughter was hungry, he just needed to feed her. I didn't have anything, so I gave him food, and he was just as happy.

He took the bag of groceries, and said thank you then: "Madame, you have a blessed Thanksgiving".

I was surprised, and told him to as well and asked him what he was doing. He explained he was going to the church, they always have hot meals on hoilidays. This was his first year as homeless he was quick to say, but the others had told him Holidays were the best time to be homeless, they could get a hot meal on those days. He said, for that he was thankful His daughter would have a hot meal.

Thankful, I asked remembring he was homelss, I would be anything but thankful.

"Yes mam!" he shifted the bag to his shoulder, every morning I wake up I am one day closer to finding work, and getting us out of this situation. Every day I am alive there is hope.

A lot of days I wake up depressed because I haven't the money to go out to eat, and he is just happy for the time he has to make things better.

The holidays are the best days for us to, it is a time for us to start remembering how lucky we are, no matter how little we have, there are those who have less.

I wonder why those of us who have more are the ones who do the most complaining?

That was my blessing, to remember how blessed I am,

I hope you have a blessed Thanksgiving.

I There's an end to my story of course. For the last three weeks the man comes by my house every week to cut the lawn. My regular Lawn company wasn't nearly as punctual.

He always came to my door, and looked me in the eye when he asked for work, and refused to look at me when I paid him. On one thing he can be proud, on the other he was ashamed to take money.

One day, he came by out of context and asked me to do some work, anything. His daughter was hungry, he just needed to feed her. I didn't have anything, so I gave him food, and he was just as happy.

He took the bag of groceries, and said thank you then: "Madame, you have a blessed Thanksgiving".

I was surprised, and told him to as well and asked him what he was doing. He explained he was going to the church, they always have hot meals on hoilidays. This was his first year as homeless he was quick to say, but the others had told him Holidays were the best time to be homeless, they could get a hot meal on those days. He said, for that he was thankful His daughter would have a hot meal.

Thankful, I asked remembring he was homelss, I would be anything but thankful.

"Yes mam!" he shifted the bag to his shoulder, every morning I wake up I am one day closer to finding work, and getting us out of this situation. Every day I am alive there is hope.

A lot of days I wake up depressed because I haven't the money to go out to eat, and he is just happy for the time he has to make things better.

The holidays are the best days for us to, it is a time for us to start remembering how lucky we are, no matter how little we have, there are those who have less.

I wonder why those of us who have more are the ones who do the most complaining?

That was my blessing, to remember how blessed I am,

I hope you have a blessed Thanksgiving.

For more information on the homeless Go Here

http://hubpages.com/hub/You-be-blessed-this-Thanksgiving

Dear Someone thursday

Thursday is: Dear Somebody letter: Brought to you by the family of Shorts

Dear people in the car next to me:

Thank you so much for sharing your music with me and half of Charleston. I know your mother did a great job of teaching you to share because you do it so well.
The car I am in is a bloody truck and you are rocking it off it's wheels.
Now, I don't wish to discourge you, or scare you for that manner, but I did see the man in the car next to me through you a dirty look and say something to a very vicious looking pit bull and stare ominously at you while he was saying it. AND the pitbull growled.

Perhaps in this case you may wish to share less and turn your radio down just a tad, may 10 octaves, I would hate to lose my cool jump out of my car and let the pit bull loose. That would be such a mes to such a sharing person as yourself. thank you

Oh BTW, I know you didn't know this but pink underwear is crass, you should  wear white until labor day. I noticed this when you got out of your car and mooned the mean little old lady next to you who rudely asked you to turn your music down. I don't know what she was thinking! Imagine wanting peace on the city street and you were just sharing all nice and all....

Oh dear, I am sorry my car went out of gear somehow backed up and hit yours and just happened to knock your CD player out of the dashboard. Some things are worth having my insurance raised for..

toodles

Dear Neighbor down the street around the corner three streets over:
Please see the above letter to the nice people in the car, I am sure they must be relatives of yours. My truck still runs and I surely can find where you live. I will just follow the rapping noise whats his name snoopy doggie? I love dogs.
Enough said

Dear Natasha age 3 going on 4
Christmas is coming in 41 days, and Walmart is already crowded. I know it is your consititional right to wake me up at 6am yelling Nanny! I need the Barbie dollhouse on Max and Ruby, this tickles me to death, but Nanny needs to explain some things to you.

First at this time of the year, parents, yes this includes grandparents are not allowed to shop for toys of any kind, Santa gets right peeved when we scoop him, so as much as I would like to buy you that 200 dollar!!! before taxes,  doll house Nick Jr. so lovinginly puts on at 6am Santa would be peeved and would leave coal in Nanny's stocking and Nanny really needs a new computer this year, not to mention black pumps to go with the black dress she is buying for new years, , So, no to the doll house.

2nd I am sorry for what is about to happen to max and Ruby, Yo Gabba Gabba and heaven forbid, Diego. See, I think they have to go learn to sleep later in the day so Nanny can get her beauty rest, so Nanny is going to give them all hot chocolate spiked with uh special sugar or either pull the plug of the TV until after Christmas, which ever seems kinder. I think Diego needs a rest from al of those naughty animals that keep getting lost, he is looking tired
How do they keep losing their way in the forest anyway? I mean I know it's a big place and all, but really they get lost 5, count them, 5 times a day on nick jr and countless other times on the other nick stations. Nanny is very concerned Diego is working to hard. We should call DSS I think.

Yo Gabba Gabba well, sweet heart they all sounded hoarse from singing Don't be afraid, and not to mention wiggle wiggle wiggle they need more rest to. So Nanny stole the key to their suitcase,not for long just about 5 years, you should be on to bigger and better things by then. Like Hannah Montana.

Max and ruby, well I am starting a campaign to find their parents. That will be my Christmas present to max so ruby can stop being so mean to him.

So all is well, I will write Santa a nice long chatty letter about all of the wonderful toys you "need" last count was 150 of them, should keep him a tad busy this year
Night Night sweetie
Nanny

Freedom is not ever free

Freedom sometimes cost the lives of civilians

Thank you Veterans, who gave all

So others may live

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WZq4gvouRig


Tomorrow is veterans Day. Some of us just think of it as a day off, but it is actually a day to honor Veteran. and we all know that.

Recently I met a lady who is having a lot of problems at home, sick kids, a harrassing neighbor, her mother is ill, she is having to stand on her own two feet, alone handling the crisis. On top of everything else Fort Hood shook her up until she was in tears, she didn't have anyone there but it reminded her that her love was in harms way.

How do you handle it alone?

I am a loner, handling things on my own is just somthing I do. I had a husband when I was raising my kids but he was the kind who went to work, came home and watched TV he wasn't at all involved and everything that happened was my responsibility to fix.

I was luck I had the personality to do that, I still hve a take change and gt it done mnner. I have to check myself.

When we thin of the military we think of the men and women over seas. But we forget, their families serve right along with them

i asked my friend how her husband felt about these things happening and she was quick to tell me he didn't know, he has to concertrate on his own job. If he is worried about hom, he might make a mistake that is fatal.

True.

So she is serving her own time, here waiting for his return.

God bless the enlisted men, and thier families because both are fighting for this country in different ways.

Small Talk Six

6 reasons why you would be doomed if you were stranded on a deserted island all by yourself


1. No starbucks.. Wouldn't last a minute. 


2. I can't swim.


3. I hate bugs.


4. Fried Bananas annoy me.  But where would I find the oil fry them.


5. Getting the coconut oil out of the  coconut to fry the bananas.


6. getting the coconut and bananas out of the tree. I am afraid of heights. 


Doomed. 


Don't forget to go over to Momdaot and read more fun lists 


Happy Saturday. 


I will be writing all day.

To Rome, and America

During the first century, 333AD, a Roman citizen could walk the world the entire world without fear of being molested harmed, or dishonored in any way. So great was the retribution of Rome no one dared to come near them much less harm them.. All one had to say was: Io sono un cittadino romano. I am a Roman Citzen Today we live in an equally fearsome and powerful country, but Americans everywhere live in fear. We expect to go to foreign country and experience some danger, But why? In 1950 We could travel anywhere and people honored us because we were Americans. It was as if Rome was still alive. Today we cannot even feel safe in our homes or our workplaces. Our equilvant of the Roman soldier, Our army, our heros cannot be safe on their own base, where they were preparing to leave for a war. You are not safe in your workplace, you are not safe in the place you dine, someone with a beef with the world or the world itself will invade your peace and take it away forever. I have a friend in Israel who never leaves her home with kissing her children and husband, they have a heightened sense of not returning, is that the life we are begining to live here? I remember the days being American was something,everyone wanted  to be one, and wanted to come here to live.  Yesterday shook me up, our soldiers who are dying for other countries in the middle east must die here before they go there becasue somone didn't want to go. What happened to going to Canada? I am not worried, America is a strong country, we wil raise and fight. I have no doubt if someone were to try to literally invade us we would join together and push them back. Lets hope it is not to late. I am praying for the soldiers and families of the injured in Texas. I also pray for the family of the man who committed that crime. They have to live with the stigma,may we show them the mercy of the Amish. And today, if your flag is not flying please put it up. Lets stand and say..you may have hit us but we are still here Io sono un cittadino Americana. I am a American.

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A letter to someone

Every Thursdy We write a letter to someone! Join in the fun! Rant Rave or just have a good time!

you know the drill people...write your letters, link to me in your post so others know where to go to read more, and fill out Mr Linky!  Family of Shorts

Letters to Someone

I had another letter written but am changing it...

Dear Soldier{s} who invaded one of our bases and shot our heros.

I am sorry you went to war and came back messed up. At least that is what the news is saying, and that is the excuse they are giving.

I have a friend who has been over there for  3 times, done some mighty things and has been seperated from his beloved family.

I had a brother who went to vietnam and fought and died for this country

I had another cousin who was peacefully guarding the the door of the Marine Baracks before a loaded truck dove through the door. He was the first to die.

Men go to war and come back and deal with it. I am sorry you couldn't. 12 people, PEOPLE, who were ready to do their duty will not get to. Their families lost them before they even left. They are mourning and should not be.

The world thinks we shuld feel sorry for you, I, as I usually do in these things feel sorry for the victims. These people did nothing to you and do not deserve their fate.

You were killed as well. for your family I grieve. They are also victims who do not deserve the future they are about to face either. I wish you were here to face it with them. You are not and they will face it alone.

It is a wonderful thing that God loves you as much as the lives you took, while you are talking to  Him this day, and you realize what you have done know he will forgive you, the rest of us will have to turn it over to Him.

Wordless Wednesday: Halloween madness

Spooks and goblins, witches all out this night going to the halloween ball

Downy Challege and other stuff

Scents are a powerful thing – they bring back memories, evoke emotions and set the mood. Fresh cut grass, cinnamon, flowers, cookies baking in the oven...these are all scents that represent something to all of us. So, the folks at Downy thought it would be fun to ask TwitterMoms the question "If you could define yourself with a scent, what scent would represent you and why?" And you can win a prize so keep reading. This is a fun one!





: "If you could define yourself with a scent, what scent would represent you and why?" 


Ocean Breeze.  I am salty much of the time, I have a sarcastic streak a mile wide, but at the same time my life is like waves and so are my emotions. sometimes you could surf with the ups and downs, other time is is calm enough for a sail boat. 


f you want to participate too, write a post on your own blog answering this question: "If you could define yourself with a scent, what scent would represent you and why?" To enter the Sweepstakes, [we ask that you]:

1. Post your answer to the question on your blog

2. Include at least one link back to  this page in your post, so your readers can learn more about what promoted your posthttp://www.twittermoms.com/forum/topics/if-you-could-define-yourself

3. Login in to Twitter and Tweet about your posting using the hashtag #downy

4. Return to this discussion page, post a comment referencing your blog post, including both an active link to your qualifying blog entry and a link to your tweet about the Sweepstakes. It’s that easy!



Denise is suffering from Kidney  infections, she is in so much pain! When do we, as mothers stopp feeling our kids pain? Possible never I guess...Watching her move from place to place breaks my heart. 


Tash is trying to be a big help, she keeps listening to her moms heart and running to me to let me know when she needs help. She just ordered a bologna and cheese sandwich with mustard for mom and oh by the way for her as 
well. 


I am suposed to write 50,000 words by November 30, I have written 157 the plat has fallen apart oh well. at least I have done two of my 30 hubpages "hubs" one challege is on target. 


Wlll it will be nice to win a free downer, it's not the lottery but it's something.
Right?

The month of November is going to be busy

Well, since I don't have anything else to do, I joioned the NaNoWrMo group above to write a novel, 50,000 words in i month the month of November. I have a plot that has been in my head for years, getting it on paper has always been the difficult issue, so this month I am going to do it.
Now it would seem easy enough, except I am also doing Hubpags 30 hubs in 30 days challege as well as my usual faith writers weekly contest..so in between I am going to sleep and cook Thanksgiving dinner. Go figure.  When I do I over do.

Thanksgiving is this month, so on top of everything i think I have to cook. How can I getout of that?

I have been thinking about Thanksgiving a lot of thought this year, I have a lot to be thankful for. The least being I am fairly healthy, there have been many years that has not been a fact.

We get ourselves in a rut, of thinking how bad things are, and suddenly they get worse. We want God to work things out our way, and nothing seems right to us if they are worked out his way, because we want our way.

My life has changed over the years, in ways I didn't expect. I waited everyday for years to be prepared for Sharon's last day, before the surgery the doctors kept telling us it was only a matter of time..then she had the surgery and was supposed to live...but God called her home only two weeks later. Why? I don't know, it seem like a colossal joke he played on me, I couldn't figure it out for years, and years later after cancer, a seperation from my kids, other catastrophes in my life, I realized it wasn't a joke but something I walked through to help othe parents who lost their children, other women with breast cancer, other abused children, i have answers many others don't.....because I have been there.

So the next time you are going thorough something, and praying God to release youf rom it remeber some days, you just have to go through it, becuse what He has on the other side is more wonderful then you can imagine.

Also, others will need you to walk them through it, and helping someone else, is truly a joy.

And so it goes
Angel