Disregard for Human Life...

My God! What depths have we sunk to when getting a bargain is more important than a human life? A WalMart employee at a Long Island store was trampled to death when he opened the doors yesterday morning and 2000 Black Friday shoppers pushed past him. The reports said that people were just stepping over his body as they were running into the store to get a deal. This is so sad that it just makes me cry. Can you imagine how that man's family must feel? I mean what is wrong with this picture people? Have we placed so much emphasis on the material things of this world that we're willing to take a life? That seeing a man laying on the ground will not deter us from our shopping frenzy? It just sickens me. That's all I can say.

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!!!

I just wanted to write a quick blog to let everyone know that I hope you have a wonderful Turkey Day! I've been under the weather this last week, but I'm finally on the mend. Thank goodness! I'm cooking the turkey in the morning. I'm getting ready to go prepare two pumpkin pies and banana pudding so that will be done tonight. I'm thankful for my wonderful family and friends, but most of all I'm thankful for a forgiving and caring God who watches over me all the time. Happy Thanksgiving y'all...don't eat too much tomorrow!!!

Cinderella...

I love this song and it is especially tender knowing that Steven Curtis Chapman lost his youngest daughter after he wrote this. I'll bet he's glad now and so thankful that he took the time to dance with her.



Blessings...

wish I could sleep...

It's 3 a.m. and the wind is howling outside. I couldn't lay in bed any longer-had to get up. Today was kind of a bust. We went to get supplies for crafts and that went okay, except we kind of forgot a few of the important things that we needed. I still have enough to start and can go somewhere locally this week to pick up the other stuff.

I'm really frustrated with Sprint. I called them on Friday to have my number changed to a local number since my old number was a Florida area code. The lady says it will be no problem and she changes the number and gives me a bunch of codes to program into my phone. Well, when she did that the phone said "initializing...this may take a few minutes." She hung up with me and I ended up calling back several hours later because it was still saying that. After 2 hours on the phone with tech they finally tell me that I will have to take my phone to the nearest Sprint store, which by the way, is a 45 minute drive in either direction. So, I head to the Sprint store today after the funeral that I attended earlier in the day. When I got to the store and started telling the guy that my phone was stuck on "initializing" I went to show him the phone and it seemed to be fixed. I still couldn't call out anywhere because he said that the Sprint towers were down. I tried the rest of the shopping trip to call home and to call my son's Sprint phone. It kept saying "the person you are trying to call isn't answering the phone". So, when I got home I figured out that it is my phone that isn't working-STILL! I've never had so much trouble with a company as I have with Sprint. I'm not exaggerating one bit. I was thinking about it yesterday and I've never investing so much of my time trying to get things straight with a company as I have with Sprint.

These are a bunch of my favorite things...

I love this time of year. I get to craft!!!! I'm selling the following items on ebay so my crafting excuse is "Hey! I'm making money!" I'm going to super busy between now and Christmas.




These are my primitive, skinny stockings. Aren't they just charming?


These are my primitive, grungy chenille candy canes, tied with Sweet Annie. They smell heavenly!



These are primitive, little stockings and can be used as bowl fillers or for tree ornaments.



These are my poinsettias covered with German glass glitter for that extra special sparkle.



These are cute little primitive snowman heads covered with sparkling mica so they look like they've been out in the snow.



More snowman heads



More stockings



Primitive Snowmen



Primitive Mittens with cinnamon sticks and sweet annie inside

The little guys below are star snowmen covered with mica to look snowy.

Exciting day turned sad...

I was excited to be going to Walmart and Ben Franklin to buy supplies for my ebay Christmas crafts, but then I remembered that I have to go to a wake today. My friend's aunt died and her viewing and funeral are today. It's going to be bad I'm sure. Well, I know that all funerals are bad, but sometimes the people are subdued and sometimes they're not. This will be one where they're not. The lady's daughter is a basket case. Poor girl. I feel so sorry for her. She wants her mommy back. It makes me cringe, because I would probably be in the same condition if I were in her place right now.

It's not Barneys fault...

Poor little Barney, the White House doggie, got in trouble yesterday for nipping a reporter. I'll bet that guy won't reach out to pet without permission again. He wasn't hurt, but of course it made the news because, after all, Barney is the First Dog you know. The reporter had to be seen by the White House doctor and had to be put on antibiotics and will need to get a tetanus shot and all of that. Good grief! Whatever happened to getting nipped by a dog and washing it off with soap and water and putting a little turpentine on it and going on about your business?

Blue

I remember when I sat and listened to your stories about your life journeys.

I can still see you coming in your khaki pants.

Your legs could hardly get you around.

You were like a tough old mule.

I can still remember when we used to go fishing in Mr. Vernon’s pond on Saturday afternoons.

You were always an honest man.

You always wore a Dickies button-up shirt.

Sometimes I wish you were still here.

You always laughed like a kid.

You used to love to hunt with old Browny.

At the end your walk was weary.

You loved to smell the jasmine in Mamaw’s garden.

You’ve been through a lot since December 21, 1912.

Your life could have been a book.

Your old blue eyes saw more than ten men would see in a lifetime.

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My son, Dylan, wrote this poem last year for English III. It is about his memories of his papaw, who passed away in December 2005.