I remember a time when life was so simple.
If I didn't want to clean my room or make my bed there was no problem - my mother would do it for me.
The things I worried about most were if the mud pie was "done" and where to hide in the "feed and seed" section of the general store so my dog could come find me.
I could put a worm or a minnow on my fish hook, but Daddy had to take the fish off - I just never could put my fingers in a fish's mouth to get the hook out.
Then I grew up and things got more interesting. Now I'm older and there isn't much interesting anymore. How much are my prescriptions going to cost this month? Is Medicare going to cover a medical test my physician says I should have? What do I do when the money's gone but there is still month left?
In everything God has brought me through in my entire lifetime, He has always had a blessing waiting for me at the end of the trial. I know He always will.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
On Being Politically Incorrect
I told you when I resumed writing here that I am throwing political correctness out the window. Okay.. I didn't say that in those exact words, but you knew that was what I meant. So here we go. Someone open the window for me.
I am sick up to here with the mainstream media pussyfooting around Obama as though he were indeed the messiah. I have news for them - HE'S NOT! In fact, he comes closer to being the anti-Christ than the messiah.
Did you see Sarah Palin's Facebook note today? She titled her note, "It's War, not a Crime Spree." Appropriate, don't you think? I spend a big part of my day reading articles and leaving comments on other web sites. I try to read as many conservative blogs and news sources as I can, but admittedly I do sneak in some liberal ones when I want to blow off some steam.
Today I read some comments from an obvious liberal who hasn't realized yet that he's a liberal. He's a socialist, but he doesn't know it yet. Sad, really. He doesn't realize that socialism will destroy the American Constitution and remove all the freedoms he holds dear - including and especially the freedom he used to post his vile comments. Yes, I consider them vile. Anyone who doesn't support an American wearing an American military uniform living every day of his or her life in harm's way doesn't deserve to be called anything else.
It never ceases to amaze me how many people don't see the war we are fighting in Afghanistan and even still in Iraq as a war for our freedom. They have forgotten why we are fighting it in the first place. Remember September 11, 2001? Remember what happened that day? If you listen to Obama, we asked for it. If you listen to those liberal slanderers against our Constitution, we deserved it. How sick can they be?
I was a teenager and older during the Vietnam War. A war America lost. We did everything but wave a white flag after we had told the freedom-desiring people in South Vietnam that we would help them fight for their freedom from oppression and Communism. We left them high and dry. I will never forgive the actions of those politicians who were responsible for that. Turns out, John Kerry is one of those.
Saying these things makes me sound like a war-monger. I hate war. I think it is ridiculous that men can't sit down and talk together and even get along with each other across a table the way the youth of the world do at the Olympic games. They enjoy the competition. Athletes from some countries depend on doing well to better their living situation in their home countries. Some are there because of national pride and still others because they enjoy the competition.
Men sit around a table and talk about what will happen if the other nation or nations on the other side of the table don't kowtow to their wishes. Yet some people just don't understand that the real reason America goes to war in foreign countries is to protect our country from having to fight wars on our own territory. That sounds selfish, and perhaps it is, but this war on terror is coming to American soil because the liberals in our country won't support our troops so they can take care of the matter before it gets to our shores.
You can say what you want to, but this war on terrorism was started by Islamic Jihadists who think they are fighting for their god. How wrong they are! There is only ONE God and He is NOT named Mohammed! They are fighting a losing battle because the Lord of Hosts has already won the war before even one battle was fought.
Christianity is a threat to them because they have been misguided into believing that is a truth. It isn't. Christians don't hate. We don't kill for the sake of religion. Our God is a merciful God and He does not want nor does He demand killing for His name's sake as the god Islam represents does. There have been false gods from the time of the creation - Mohammed is just one of them.
I have said many times that there is no such thing as an atheist. Why? Because before you can say, "There is no God, " you have used His name therefore you acknowledge His existence. Ever notice how even those who deny God capitalize his name? That makes it a proper noun. The name of a person, place or thing. I rest my case on that argument.
We have many problems in our nation. Removing God from our everyday life was the beginning of so many of our problems and will continue laying the groundwork for future problems until finally the Christians in America have had enough and elect people who are willing to take a stand for Him returning Him to His rightful postion as Lord of our Land. When that happens, many people will be unhappy, but God is not one of them.
Neither am I.
I am sick up to here with the mainstream media pussyfooting around Obama as though he were indeed the messiah. I have news for them - HE'S NOT! In fact, he comes closer to being the anti-Christ than the messiah.
Did you see Sarah Palin's Facebook note today? She titled her note, "It's War, not a Crime Spree." Appropriate, don't you think? I spend a big part of my day reading articles and leaving comments on other web sites. I try to read as many conservative blogs and news sources as I can, but admittedly I do sneak in some liberal ones when I want to blow off some steam.
Today I read some comments from an obvious liberal who hasn't realized yet that he's a liberal. He's a socialist, but he doesn't know it yet. Sad, really. He doesn't realize that socialism will destroy the American Constitution and remove all the freedoms he holds dear - including and especially the freedom he used to post his vile comments. Yes, I consider them vile. Anyone who doesn't support an American wearing an American military uniform living every day of his or her life in harm's way doesn't deserve to be called anything else.
It never ceases to amaze me how many people don't see the war we are fighting in Afghanistan and even still in Iraq as a war for our freedom. They have forgotten why we are fighting it in the first place. Remember September 11, 2001? Remember what happened that day? If you listen to Obama, we asked for it. If you listen to those liberal slanderers against our Constitution, we deserved it. How sick can they be?
I was a teenager and older during the Vietnam War. A war America lost. We did everything but wave a white flag after we had told the freedom-desiring people in South Vietnam that we would help them fight for their freedom from oppression and Communism. We left them high and dry. I will never forgive the actions of those politicians who were responsible for that. Turns out, John Kerry is one of those.
Saying these things makes me sound like a war-monger. I hate war. I think it is ridiculous that men can't sit down and talk together and even get along with each other across a table the way the youth of the world do at the Olympic games. They enjoy the competition. Athletes from some countries depend on doing well to better their living situation in their home countries. Some are there because of national pride and still others because they enjoy the competition.
Men sit around a table and talk about what will happen if the other nation or nations on the other side of the table don't kowtow to their wishes. Yet some people just don't understand that the real reason America goes to war in foreign countries is to protect our country from having to fight wars on our own territory. That sounds selfish, and perhaps it is, but this war on terror is coming to American soil because the liberals in our country won't support our troops so they can take care of the matter before it gets to our shores.
You can say what you want to, but this war on terrorism was started by Islamic Jihadists who think they are fighting for their god. How wrong they are! There is only ONE God and He is NOT named Mohammed! They are fighting a losing battle because the Lord of Hosts has already won the war before even one battle was fought.
Christianity is a threat to them because they have been misguided into believing that is a truth. It isn't. Christians don't hate. We don't kill for the sake of religion. Our God is a merciful God and He does not want nor does He demand killing for His name's sake as the god Islam represents does. There have been false gods from the time of the creation - Mohammed is just one of them.
I have said many times that there is no such thing as an atheist. Why? Because before you can say, "There is no God, " you have used His name therefore you acknowledge His existence. Ever notice how even those who deny God capitalize his name? That makes it a proper noun. The name of a person, place or thing. I rest my case on that argument.
We have many problems in our nation. Removing God from our everyday life was the beginning of so many of our problems and will continue laying the groundwork for future problems until finally the Christians in America have had enough and elect people who are willing to take a stand for Him returning Him to His rightful postion as Lord of our Land. When that happens, many people will be unhappy, but God is not one of them.
Neither am I.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Closing Another Chapter
January 1, 2009, began a new chapter in my life. Today the next step was taken. Finality begins on Monday, January 4, 2009.
I was 15 years old and had just broken up with my boyfriend. You know how tragic that can be! I went to the movie with my cousin that Sunday afternoon and as we waited to cross the street, I saw the car.
A super-shiny 1958 Chevy. All four windows were down. Loud pipes and all, it naturally attracted me. Inside the car was a guy wearing a yellow button-down oxford shirt with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He had his left foot propped up on the dashboard and I could see stiffly starched blue jeans, black loafers and yellow socks to match his shirt. Good sign - he dresses well.
Then I saw his face. My gosh, what a gorgeous face. Sun-bleached hair. Ricky Nelson eyes, and when he smiled at me, an Elvis Presley smile. Okay.. I'm in love.
I finally found a way to meet him, (not as easy as you might think because he went to a different high school) and we dated our last two years in high school with the plans made to get married in June following our May graduations.
He had a pretty hot temper, but he never made any move to use that temper towards me. I watched him once as he was so upset about something that he banged his fist into the brick wall of my house until his hand was a bloody mess. I also saw him kick through a solid wood door. What we know now that we didn't know then is that he suffered from bi-polar disease.
We divorced after two years. That kind of thing happens when the love wasn't real to begin with.
I decided to go to college. My dad thought he needed help to pay for it, so he had the divorce annulled and then had the marriage annulled. The social security checks for me as a minor child attending school resumed. Legally, I "lived in sin" with him for two years.
I disappeared from sight as far as he and his family were concerned. I thought it best because between the time that the divorce was annulled and the marriage annulled, he re-married. They had their only daughter 5 months later.
A couple of years ago, his sister finally found my telephone number and called me. We became reacquainted and seemingly picked up right where we left off. I made a trip through that area last year and had a nice long visit with her mom and dad whom I have always loved and appreciated for the support they showed me thoughout the entire relationship with their son.
The sister called me in the afternoon of January 1. Her brother has died. He went out for his daily walk and about three hours later they found him face down in a water-filled ditch.
I am still in a state of shock. Who would ever have thought that his part of my life would have ended this way? Today was the visitation at the funeral home. His poor mother and father, in their 80's and not at all in good health, are going to have a hard time getting over this - if they are able to get over it at all. In the intervening years, he had gotten treatment and had become a Christian who loved the Lord and worked hard in his church. I am so very thankful for that.
The funeral is tomorrow. I won't go. His parents and his sister would be glad to see me and appreciate that the reason I was there was to show respect for them, but I'm not sure his widow and daughter would understand that. Neither would the rest of that small town. It's just better all around for me not to be there.
I have to admit. I would appreciate the closure that I would derive from going, but if it created even one small problem I would regret having gone and that would only make the entire tragic event worse.
So I have these final thoughts on his passing. When I remember him I still see him as the most handsome man I have ever seen in my life. Naturally, he had changed over the years - a few extra pounds, a little less hair, etc. - but I don't know him that way. I remember him as gorgeous. I always will. And I remember the swear words he always used around me.. "Mother Hubbard." I have never known where that came from.
And I'll remember the garbage I had to put up with because I rode to the Thanksgiving Day football game with his parents. I was a cheerleader - he played football for our biggest rival team. Traditions are the pits, aren't they, when it involves kids who can be more mean to other kids than adults sometimes. I don't even remember who won the game. Why should I? That was over 40 years ago.
So long, my old friend. We'll meet again.
I was 15 years old and had just broken up with my boyfriend. You know how tragic that can be! I went to the movie with my cousin that Sunday afternoon and as we waited to cross the street, I saw the car.
A super-shiny 1958 Chevy. All four windows were down. Loud pipes and all, it naturally attracted me. Inside the car was a guy wearing a yellow button-down oxford shirt with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He had his left foot propped up on the dashboard and I could see stiffly starched blue jeans, black loafers and yellow socks to match his shirt. Good sign - he dresses well.
Then I saw his face. My gosh, what a gorgeous face. Sun-bleached hair. Ricky Nelson eyes, and when he smiled at me, an Elvis Presley smile. Okay.. I'm in love.
I finally found a way to meet him, (not as easy as you might think because he went to a different high school) and we dated our last two years in high school with the plans made to get married in June following our May graduations.
He had a pretty hot temper, but he never made any move to use that temper towards me. I watched him once as he was so upset about something that he banged his fist into the brick wall of my house until his hand was a bloody mess. I also saw him kick through a solid wood door. What we know now that we didn't know then is that he suffered from bi-polar disease.
We divorced after two years. That kind of thing happens when the love wasn't real to begin with.
I decided to go to college. My dad thought he needed help to pay for it, so he had the divorce annulled and then had the marriage annulled. The social security checks for me as a minor child attending school resumed. Legally, I "lived in sin" with him for two years.
I disappeared from sight as far as he and his family were concerned. I thought it best because between the time that the divorce was annulled and the marriage annulled, he re-married. They had their only daughter 5 months later.
A couple of years ago, his sister finally found my telephone number and called me. We became reacquainted and seemingly picked up right where we left off. I made a trip through that area last year and had a nice long visit with her mom and dad whom I have always loved and appreciated for the support they showed me thoughout the entire relationship with their son.
The sister called me in the afternoon of January 1. Her brother has died. He went out for his daily walk and about three hours later they found him face down in a water-filled ditch.
I am still in a state of shock. Who would ever have thought that his part of my life would have ended this way? Today was the visitation at the funeral home. His poor mother and father, in their 80's and not at all in good health, are going to have a hard time getting over this - if they are able to get over it at all. In the intervening years, he had gotten treatment and had become a Christian who loved the Lord and worked hard in his church. I am so very thankful for that.
The funeral is tomorrow. I won't go. His parents and his sister would be glad to see me and appreciate that the reason I was there was to show respect for them, but I'm not sure his widow and daughter would understand that. Neither would the rest of that small town. It's just better all around for me not to be there.
I have to admit. I would appreciate the closure that I would derive from going, but if it created even one small problem I would regret having gone and that would only make the entire tragic event worse.
So I have these final thoughts on his passing. When I remember him I still see him as the most handsome man I have ever seen in my life. Naturally, he had changed over the years - a few extra pounds, a little less hair, etc. - but I don't know him that way. I remember him as gorgeous. I always will. And I remember the swear words he always used around me.. "Mother Hubbard." I have never known where that came from.
And I'll remember the garbage I had to put up with because I rode to the Thanksgiving Day football game with his parents. I was a cheerleader - he played football for our biggest rival team. Traditions are the pits, aren't they, when it involves kids who can be more mean to other kids than adults sometimes. I don't even remember who won the game. Why should I? That was over 40 years ago.
So long, my old friend. We'll meet again.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
The Times, They Are A'Changin'
This blog is changing too. I still support Sarah Palin and conservative candidates wherever they may be, but there are things other than politics that I want to share. That is the new purpose of this redesigned blog.
You may not like "the new me" and if you don't, I promise not to hold it against you. I know that some of the things that I will be posting here will be quite controversial. I honestly don't expect anyone else to agree with them even 10% of the time. That's as it should be, and I will honor your opinion as gracefully as I can, but I will not hesitate to remove your comment if, in my opinion, it is out of line, uses unacceptable language, is argumentative or uses names or terms that I would not use in my own home.
Comments will be moderated for all posts. Because this is not the only space I use for writing, I may not approve your post immediately. I promise to check any comments in as timely a manner as I am humanly able to do so.
The following is self explanatory:
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In accordance with Title 17 U.S.C. Section 107, the material on this website is distributed without profit to those who have expressed a prior interest in receiving the included information for research and educational purposes.
Original material published on this website may be excerpted and reproduced for the purpose of critical reviews. However, such original material may not be reproduced in full on another website or in any manner without prior approval from this website's owner. In both cases, the author and website must be credited by name and a hyperlink provided back to this website.
Any questions?
No? Okay, in that case, I will start posting tomorrow.
You may not like "the new me" and if you don't, I promise not to hold it against you. I know that some of the things that I will be posting here will be quite controversial. I honestly don't expect anyone else to agree with them even 10% of the time. That's as it should be, and I will honor your opinion as gracefully as I can, but I will not hesitate to remove your comment if, in my opinion, it is out of line, uses unacceptable language, is argumentative or uses names or terms that I would not use in my own home.
Comments will be moderated for all posts. Because this is not the only space I use for writing, I may not approve your post immediately. I promise to check any comments in as timely a manner as I am humanly able to do so.
The following is self explanatory:
Copyright Disclaimer
This website contains copyrighted material, the use of which may or may not have been specifically authorized by the copyright owner. Such material is made available for educational purposes, and as such this constitutes 'fair use' of any such copyrighted material as provided for in section 107 of the US Copyright Act.
In accordance with Title 17 U.S.C. Section 107, the material on this website is distributed without profit to those who have expressed a prior interest in receiving the included information for research and educational purposes.
Original material published on this website may be excerpted and reproduced for the purpose of critical reviews. However, such original material may not be reproduced in full on another website or in any manner without prior approval from this website's owner. In both cases, the author and website must be credited by name and a hyperlink provided back to this website.
Any questions?
No? Okay, in that case, I will start posting tomorrow.
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