“..And pull a comb thru your coal black hair…” I met him online during the Great Dating Dry Spell of 1998. He had sent me a pic. He had coal black hair and his skin, the color of mocha. Nice. We chatted online and agreed to meet at a local restaurant. He said that after … More My top ten worst dates: #2
Last week, I posted about a movie I had seen which chronicles what happened to Anne Frank before and after she and her family were discovered hiding in the attic. This is the best movie that chronicles her life (that I have seen anyway), and it is called Anne Frank – The Whole Story (2001). … More Why am I still obsessed with Anne Frank?
It used to be a mill town; the old mills are now condos for the career professionals and unfortunately, the drug dealers. The locals can’t afford to live in those buildings. The church on the corner supplies free meals on Saturday nights. Local churches rotate the duties of cooking, serving meals, and cleaning up. My … More Date Night: Saturday at the “Soup Kitchen” or: Give a Man a Ravioli
Thursday night we spent with the neighbors. We live in a typical middle-class suburban neighborhood. Friday night I attended my first High School reunion “icebreaker” which is part one of the Reunion weekend. I didn’t make it to part 2. Today we worked at the “soup kitchen.” Three days, three totally different groups of people. … More Just a quick check in
The above quotation was a response from a fellow blogger, Tony Roberts.I wish I could take credit for it…because it expresses the way I feel on just about every day of my life. Also known as IndyTony, he has been following the Lord’s leading to publish his memoirs while dealing with Bipolar. I myself, have … More “I cling to hope in Christ. At the same time, I find myself asking what God is trying to tell me.”
My 18-year-old son recently left home to attend college. I was more concerned about what he needed than he was. I was constantly asking him, “Do you need towels, sheets, or soap? Do you have enough toothpaste?” He would roll his eyes at me. I knew I had to let him go. I had several … More When my son left for college
Betty came to the USA to visit us for a few weeks, and has returned home to Uganda, to continue her work with widows and orphans. She and her group of helpers cook outdoors, and then distribute the food to those who have none. This is a picture of the workers distributing food from the … More So Betty went back to Uganda
Yes, that’s what I said. The toilet in the main bathroom upstairs sometimes requires attention. For no reason at all, it runs a little bit of water, just to remind us it’s still there, and then shuts itself off. We can be downstairs watching TV, and hear it summon us from upstairs, “Don’t you forget … More We have a pet toilet.
If you’ve been around my blog any length of time, you’ve met my dog Bailey. He is a short-hair Collie. He looks like “Lassie with a haircut.” Other folks have remarked that he looks like he is part Greyhound. And he certainly runs fast, when he’s in the mood. Bailey enjoys a good game of … More Bailey asks, “Who will play Tug-of-War with me?”
While I was growing up, we had three phone numbers. Two of the numbers belonged to people who didn’t exist. You see, my father was a used car salesman. We would have a car or two for sale at any given time. Each car would be listed in an advertisement in the local newspaper and … More Remembering “Land Line” Phones
At first glance, my blog is what I wish life was: hearts and teddy bears, with a pink background. Of course, life is not like that. As you read my blogs, some are funny, some are strange. My blog was started as a place to let me vent. Just let it out. Along the way, … More Daily Prompt: Reflection of my blog
There is a deep dark place that exists in my mind, heart, and belly that only those who have been there can begin to understand. It’s lonely, terrifying, and sometimes feels that time has stopped. It’s hard to imagine going through to the other side, because I can’t believe there is another side. All remembrances … More At the bottom of the bi-polar cycle
What bores me? Neutral colors. Beige, beige, and beige. If you watch HGTV, you know that they always advise folks that are selling their homes to make all the colors “neutral.” “People want to see themselves living here. De-personalize.” While I understand taking down the wedding and baby pictures, wouldn’t someone rather see a home … More YAWN — or Sorry, HGTV, but we are keeping the wallpaper!
I started the day by going to the Hair Salon for a cut and color. The hairdresser and I made small talk, and then she discovered that she had put the wrong color dye on my hair. She started freaking out. I told her, “Don’t worry, it’s only hair; it grows back.” She washed the … More The Day I “Paid it Forward”
We had a surprise guest attend our usual Tuesday prayer group, Pastor Betty Wodila, from Uganda. There are no coincidences with God, in my humble opinion, and since the widows and orphans subject has been on my mind during the past week, Betty was sent across my path. In Uganda, the hospitals do not feed … More Would you like to help widows and Orphans?
The man who lives on the corner of my street is a new widower. His wife died two months ago. Most of us find it hard to know what to say to people who have lost a loved one. The secret is this: just say, “I’m sorry for your loss.” And then be there to … More Strolling Outside my Comfort Zone
Today’s DAILY PROMPT asks for the state of my year…How fitting as today is my birthday and birthdays do make us look up, look around, and look back. This year has been terrible. I DO try to count my blessings, but it’s been especially difficult. During January, my husband’s employer told him that he needs … More State of my year on my birthday
Most of this week was spent driving back and forth to the hospital, and sitting next to my step-father’s bed, waiting, waiting and waiting for his surgery. He was unable to swallow without the food going into his lungs. Finally, after EIGHT days, they took him into surgery to remove and biopsy several masses on … More Spent the week at the Hospital
On Wednesday night we decided to get the REAL Moose Tracks: the one that had melted down my shirt and onto my shoes last year. We drove to the Ice Cream stand, only to discover that the line of people looked to be waiting for a Disney ride. There were 80 people on line for ice … More In Search of Moose Tracks
We moved the couches off the floor in the family room, moved the fridge, and moved the kitchen table and chairs so we could have the guy come over and “re-do” the hardwood floors. Oh, and the TV is set up in the garage now. That’s where I watched Person of Interest the other night, … More Just call me Peg Bundy
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