tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22843120911762351912024-03-05T13:17:29.615-06:00The Way I See ItA place to write things......THE WAY I SEE IT! And also a place to share a piece of my life with you. It's MY little neck of the woods. If you don't like what you read, then get out of the woods. The woods can be a scary place sometimes. BOO!!!!!Sassy_Mammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045927873180250346noreply@blogger.comBlogger192125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284312091176235191.post-47372553081133813372010-12-10T23:31:00.000-06:002010-12-10T23:31:13.747-06:00NEW BLOG ADDRESS<b>TO MY FOLLOWERS AND OTHERS WHO WANT TO FOLLOW ME........</b><div><b><br />
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Grace got her iPod speakers earlier today. I really didn't mind though. I get to reap the benefits too :D<br />
She REALLY REALLY REALLY loves them. It came with a remote that I am seriously considering HIDING!! I'm right in the middle of listening to a song.....she decides she wants to listen to something else.....right in the MIDDLE OF A SONG......so she switches...using the remote....from across the room.....so we listen....no....another song......liste......list......lis.....li....l....GRACE.....STOP THAT!!!!<br />
I'm thinking she likes her EARLY Christmas present :D<br />
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Had sort of an odd duck day. Got woke up early this morning by my husband...who is supposed to be AWAY at work. That kinda made the whole day weird. Then Grace gets an unexpected afternoon off from work. She comes home and we wrap presents...for the DOG and cats! I would have wrapped her only present I've gotten so far, but that kinda didn't go as planned. It's hard to wrap something that's plugged into the wall with a phone docked to it. Oh well!! That's our life...and we like it. She also would have wrapped the only present she's gotten me SO FAR (I hope) this year....but it was kind of an 'exchange' thing. You give me mine, I'll give you yours.<br />
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Watched Bananas Comedy this evening....laughing all the way...ha ha ha ha. Bells on.....wait...that's another song. *giggles* Thor Ramsey, Jeff Allen, Nazareth, Mike Williams, & Taylor Mason will make you bust a gut laughing so hard. <br />
But laughter IS good like a medicine. So consider my medicine 'took' for the night.<br />
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Grace has been playing Whirly Word on her iPhone. I told her that if she got to game 101 we would celebrate by going out to eat. Keep in mind that as you play this game, finding the words becomes more difficult. You start getting lots of q's, x's, z's, etc. You word geeks...you know what I'm talking about! Anyway, she got OVER 101...so guess what we are doing tomorrow night? You guessed it. We are going out to eat AND while we are there, we are going to go downtown to the riverfront (yes, in Natchitoches) and look at the pretty lights...ooooohhhhh.<br />
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That's pretty much been my day. Waking up to a man...that was NOT supposed to be there....in my bedroom, daring Grace to get to 101 games on Whirly Word so we could go out to eat, wrapping Christmas for the PETS, giving Grace a present EARLY (those boogers get LOUD), laughing so hard I couldn't breath while watching Bananas Comedy, helping Grace change her email address (so I can make her some business cards for her singing), and sipping hot tea and nibbling dark chocolate with sea salt. <br />
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LIFE IS SWEET, FUNNY, AND WEIRD!!! How's you're life?Sassy_Mammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045927873180250346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284312091176235191.post-68304462184033389202010-12-07T14:46:00.000-06:002010-12-07T14:46:26.590-06:00What A Difference A Day MakesWOW!!! What a difference just one 24 hour day makes. In my last post, I was having one of my melt-downs. But now, after the day that I had with my sweet daughter yesterday, the melt-down is gone. I am back to my 'what can I do for fun next' attitude. And my 'who can I annoy next with my incessant upbeat, positive, and charming self" attitude. Don't you just love getting around pessimistic people and being the epitome of a charmist (my word) and optimist.? It gnaws and eats at their very soul. It's fun!!!<br />
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Anyway, as you can tell, I am out of my little funk I got into a few days ago. Nothing fixes things better than a day and night on the town with my best friend, only child and daughter, and mini me.<br />
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After making a little side trip to Natchitoches to turn in some papers that I promised a friend I would turn in.....we were off to Shreveport. Now I woke up yesterday morning feeling very tired AND my heart wanted to be ugly and play skippity-do-dah.....but I wasn't going to let that stop me from spending the day shopping and playing with my BF and daughter - GRACE!!<br />
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Our first stop was the Saltgrass Steakhouse on the Boardwalk. People who have eaten there were right.....those steaks ARE melt in your mouth DELICIOUS!!! Grace and I both had the Top Sirloin Steak topped with Blue Cheese butter, the Grilled Shrimp, and rice scampi. I had Mango tea as my drink.....TASTY!!!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our next stop was to play some indoor golf at Glo-Putz.....also on the Boardwalk. That was SO MUCH FUN!! That is the first time I have ever played golf (of any kind). I wonder if 'real' golf would be as much fun. There was alot of "You suck, Laarryy" going on (got that from our first Mudbugs game against the Mississippi ?). That's what MB fans would yell to the other teams goalie....lol</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We were the only ones in there playing, but we had lots of laughs, sarcastic comments, and FUN FUN FUN!!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Within the past few weeks, Grace and I have found our new sports game of choice to WATCH (Hockey).......and I've found my new sports game of choice to try to learn how to play (golf). To me, golf is all about using your head, and less about muscle. I could probably do that :D</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When we left Glo-Putz we were headed to the car for some shopping on Youree Drive....but got side-tracked at Claire's. Grace found herself a snake ring, us both bracelets, herself a hat, some gloves.....and we BOTH ended up getting our ears pierced again.....so we can eventually wear those earrings we were both looking at. Hers were the matching snake earrings.....mine were anything else.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I used to wear earrings all the time until I had Grace. She liked pulling on them too much, so I stopped wearing them. I think it's about time I started wearing them again :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">OK!!! Now that our side-tracking is done....on to some clothes shopping before the David Phelps concert. We are running out of time...lol</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Oh wait.....another side-track!! Saw a Radio Shack - so I thought I'd run in there to see if they had what I wanted to get Grace for Christmas. THEY DID!!! She wanted speakers for her ipod/iphone. $100 speakers and I got them for $70.....I think that's a good deal. And YES!!! She's seen them but still can't have them until Christmas....no matter how much she begs and gives good reasons for having them now :D</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">NOW for the clothes. After all that looking, all she found was a pair of jeans, and I found her a shirt and me a dress shirt. Oh well.....I guess that's what being clothes picky gets us...lol</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Just enough time to run into Starbucks (how convenient) and change clothes for the concert. How convenient indeed!!! While in there, I might as well grab me a coffee to relax myself with after all that shopping, right? RIGHT!! Got me a small thinking we'd get another one on the way home after while. I'm glad I got one.....they were closed by the time we got back around after the concert. We are starting to run behind.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We make it to the church 45 minutes before starting time. YAY!! I've never been a huge David Phelps fan, but my daughter is....or was....or maybe still is, but just not for concert viewing. Anyway....I AM a HUGE Thor Ramsey fan. And guess what? HE WAS IN THE HOUSE LAST NIGHT!! How AWESOME IS THAT?!!! I laughed until I cried and my sides hurt. He is hilarious!! Grace got a picture with him at intermission and got him to sign a DVD set she bought of the Bananas Comedy show that he hosts. SWEEEET!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We left at intermission, since Grace wasn't to thrilled with the concert. Besides she was feeling a little bummed about other stuff, so we left and went to McAllister for supper.....and talked.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I wish she would talk to me more instead of keeping it all bottled up inside because she thinks I have more important things to think about right now. She's WRONG there!!! SHE IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING TO ME.......AND HER CARES ARE MY CARES!!! I wish she would see that. Please pray for her.....that ALL of her dreams will come TRUE...... in spite of the devil and all his little minions trying to stop her. Good ALWAYS wins!!!! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Hows that for a day/night out. We got home about midnight, got everything unloaded from the car and went to bed. She said we will wrap when she gets home. She's back at work today.....and I'm back to doing other stuff....for now :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">God blessed me yesterday by seeing fit for me to make it through the day. He's good like that.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He blessed me with the most WONDERFUL Christmas present I could have EVER received......20 years ago when He saw fit to give me a beautiful baby girl. She will FOREVER be a blessing to me.....and to those who know her. She will ALWAYS be my BEST Christmas present ever. And Solymon is the next best :D </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And don't get in the way of her dreams, or you WILL answer to me....and GOD!!!! I am SICK and TIRED of people trying to put a stop to her dreams. And they call themselves Christian. I think NOT!!!! Not when they treat a godly young person like they have treated Grace. God will make them suffer. You DO NOT discourage godly young people from spreading the good news of Christ....like some have discouraged Grace. What kind of scum does that make you?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In spite of the devil's little minions discouraging my daughter, I have been having the time of my life for the last 20 years. Being her mamma is AWESOME!!! I couldn't have asked for a better daughter. She is one-of-a-kind. Simply the BEST!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<blockquote><b>When people enter a church to see God yet can't see God because of the church, don't think for a second that God doesn't react. ~ Max Lucado </b></blockquote><br />
<blockquote><b>Lord, grant me a walk with you so sweet, that if you took all else away, I would not miss what you took. ~ Max Lucado </b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">(That is my prayer ALWAYS!!)</span></blockquote><br />
<blockquote><b>We have no right to go through the world looking dour and dark, as though our religion had a depressing and saddening effect on its professors. </b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">(That is NOT the way we, as Christians, need to portray ourselves to others. I try very hard, when I'm in a 'mood'....NOT to let that mood reflect my love for others and for my God. I hope people don't see the anguish I am in sometimes. I want to reflect God's love ALWAYS!!!)</span></blockquote>Take them however you want to take them. And now for my 'moody' day :(<br />
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Today just hasn't been my day. I woke up this morning about 5:30 when my little ones (aka...my cats) woke me up. And since I knew no one in my house wouldn't really want to get up with them, I did. <br />
And before y'all go saying things like "they're just cats"......remember....they are MY cats. And they are special. <br />
Anyway.....I got on up with them, and that's when the feeling started. The "It's not fair" feelings. I am 41 years old, and those feelings, all these years, have been rare. But they are becoming more frequent, as I get weaker, and tireder, and more SOB. And having to deal with religious people wanting to stir up trouble, and people crapping on my daddy because they don't like me for some STUPID reason, me thinking that family really don't want to help me out, etc., just makes the feelings worse. <br />
Those religious people just need to stop being so religious and START BEING AND ACTING LIKE THE CHRISTIANS THEY CLAIM TO BE!!! Stop being hypocrites!!! That is sickening!!!<br />
I know my husband would rather me not ask him to help. And my daughter, well.....I USED to be able to ask her to do anything and I honestly felt she didn't mind. Now, I'm not so sure. Sometimes she doesn't mind, and sometimes I think she'd rather me NOT ask her to do anything. The part about her is probably not true, but I still feel that way sometimes. It probably comes with 'the mood'. She really is an angel from God!<br />
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I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!! I need SOMEBODY who I know IN MY HEART will not mind helping me in the least. And who would not mind being my 'caretaker' for awhile....in the event I decide to walk the transplant path.<br />
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And since I'm in one of 'my moods', I'm liable to say anything. But I will try very hard to keep it nice. I'm NOT apologizing in advance.....just sayin'.<br />
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It's not fair that I don't feel like I can ask someone for help.....and them REALLY want to.<br />
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It's not fair that I have to choose between getting a heart transplant, and possibly dieing on the table.....and having to go through all the medical mess that goes with it<br />
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keeping the heart I have now....with all it's ailments and not having a life....and possibly dieing that way.<br />
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It's not fair that I don't know which way to go with the above.<br />
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It's not fair I have to choose.<br />
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It's not fair that I have to put my family through all that worry and grief again. My daddy said in church this morning that back in 1980 when they found out I would have to have open-heart surgery, that he wouldn't cry in front of us. Instead, he would go out behind our house in Georgia and cry is heart out. (I had to leave service and compose myself.) How am I supposed to go through something a MILLION TIMES more scary than that?! I don't want to do that to my family!! Make them worry and cry!<br />
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It's not fair that I have to put my little kitties without me for no telling how long, while I'm where ever I might be for the transplant. They don't understand why mamma's gone!<br />
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It's not fair I might have to put a family member, or two, out of work while they take care of me after surgery.....until I get back on my feet.<br />
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And it's NOT FAIR that I have to put myself through such an ordeal.<br />
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IT'S JUST NOT FAIR!!!<br />
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I am trying so hard to keep the tears from flowing....but it's hard.<br />
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My dad told me this afternoon that he's been praying that God lets me live to be 80.....and him live to see it. I think he just wants to live to be 102....lol<br />
I told him that I don't want to live to be 80 if I have to be like one of the little ladies in the nursing home....confined to bed or wheelchair....not being able to care for themselves. I wouldn't mind so much if I was like my Granny though. Still going strong at 80. (She's 87 now.)<br />
But that got me thinking.....would it be with my own heart....or the heart of someone else that gets me to 80?<br />
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I thought that as the day wore on, I would get out of this funky spell I was in. But nope...I still have it.<br />
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I am scared to death either way I go. I really need to know what to do.......and then I need peace about it.<br />
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Why did it have to come to this?<br />
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I really hope I'm better my in the morning. The day that Grace and I have been planning (and saving for) for SIX WEEKS is finally here.....our shopping day in Shreveport and the David Phelps concert that night.<br />
We are going clothes shopping, Christmas shopping, pet shopping, playing putt-putt golf, eating at the Saltgrass Steakhouse on the Boardwalk, riding the carousel, getting coffee at Starbuck's....oh and our concert that night. Gosh!!! Am I ready for this? I've already told Grace that as long as we take it slooooowwww......I'll probably be fine. I hope so. But that aside.....I AM SOOOO SIKED ABOUT TOMORROW! It's going to be AWESOME!!!<br />
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Sorry to burst some of my reader's bubbles (the ones that get on here digging for DIRT) who thought I thought I was perfect. I never said that. And now ya know :P<br />
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I'm crazy! I'm a bit ditsy! I'm humorously sarcastic! I'm blunt! I'm honest! And I'm 41....and that means I am liable to say, or do, just about anything!<br />
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Deal with it. Accept it. And move on!!<br />
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Oh....and have a WONDERFUL day *smiles*Sassy_Mammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045927873180250346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284312091176235191.post-65817706152649859532010-12-03T16:16:00.001-06:002010-12-03T16:18:20.653-06:00Death Ain't No Big Deal<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Maybe it's just me, but I think people make way to big a deal about DEATH and what to do with their, or their loved ones, physical bodies after the soul and spirit leave it. Funerals, memorials, the Body Farm, donation to science, organ donation....the list goes on and on.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">What's the BIG DEAL!! </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Yes!! You're loved one is not physically present with you anymore. That doesn't make them dead. It just makes their place of residence some where else. You know....Heaven or Hell!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I know if my daughter was to die, I would miss her like crazy. Probably wouldn't want to go on. But NOT because she's dead. But because I would miss her physical presence with me every day. She's not really dead. She's just moved somewhere else, and I know I'll see her again when it's my time to pass from this life to the next.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">If you think I'm bizarre, that's OK! Being bizarre is really pretty cool :D</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">We had a family discussion on living wills last night. Family being Me, my daughter, Donna (sister), John (nephew), Megan (sister), dad, and mom. The family discussion was brought about by your's truly....dad. The topic of discussion didn't sit too well with anyone......but for different reasons.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Dad said he was going to make out a living will. And he was just 'feeling us out' to see if he really needed to make one. And YEP!!! He does. Since at least ONE PERSON might not adhere to his medical wishes, he has to do the will. That's when things got heated, but at least everyone left the table nicely....and not in anger. Everyone just understands that each person has their own opinions about 'deathy' topics. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">The main topic of discussion (I think) was 'pulling the plug' and abiding by someone's last wishes. Let's just say that MY WISHES BETTER BE ADHERED TO!!! And absolutely no one better talk my daughter out of adhering to my wishes. She AND I ALREADY KNOW OF TWO WHO WILL TRY!!!!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I think a person has the right to make out a living will, and I think family needs to respect those wishes NO MATTER WHAT......OR HOW BIZARRE they think they are.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Another topic of discussion last night, was what to do with the body AFTER it's dead. Now there's a HOTTY for ya. WOOHOO!! Did it get hot last night :D Most people I know are 'old school' when it comes to stuff like that. You know, funerals, burials, etc. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Now what I'm fixing to say is my OWN PERSONAL OPINION, so don't go getting your knickers all in a wad. But, to me, a dead body is just a hunk of meat without a soul and spirit. Your soul and spirit are what makes you who you are. NOT THE FLESH!! Who cares what happens to the flesh after the ESSENCE OF YOU has left it. It's just meat people!! Does it really matter how you treat the dead meat after LIFE has left it? It shouldn't. You say, but what about respecting the dead? And I say, What about respecting the living!!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Now if the living WANT a funeral and burial that's fine. If they want to be cremated, that's fine too. And I also caught some slack on that last night. Some think it's un-biblical. What about the people who burned to death in fires, or sunk in the ocean? Will they go to hell because they weren't buried like everyone else in the Bible? I would hope not!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I can see where they are coming from though. Do as Christ and the Saints of Old did....have yourself buried. Just like baptism, right? If you don't get baptized, are you going to hell. NO!! </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Anyway, back to the list. If the living want their dead bodies to go to science, or a medical center, that's fine. If they want to donate their bodies to the Body Farm, or be tossed into the ocean, that should be fine too. IT'S JUST A HUNK OF ROTTING FLESH!! What does it really matter? The ESSENCE OF 'YOU' is gone!!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Another topic that I opened my big mouth about last night, was talking to the dead. Not with seances (sp?). You know, going to the graveyard, parking your butt down near a loved one's grave and talking to them like they will answer you. They can't hear you. But if that makes YOU feel better, then by all means, talk away. I just don't want you to think they can really hear you. BUT GOD DOES!! And maybe if they are in Heaven with God, He will tell them you are thinking about them.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">And I do apologize if I hurt anyone's feelings. That was not my intention. I was just stating my PERSONAL OPINION!! Y'all should know by now that I speak my mind. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I just personally think that's silly. But you'd have to view death from my eyes. And most people don't....except my daughter. If my daughter dies before me, be prepared. You will constantly hear me say that she is NOT REALLY DEAD!! She won't be. She will just be living somewhere else, and I know that one day I will see her again. And oh God, YES!!! I will miss her. I may not even want to continue on....but I know deep in my heart that she is not really dead. Parts of her won't be. She is an ORGAN DONOR!! And it also doesn't bother me one bit that she wants whats left of her rotting corpse to go to the Body Farm......to rot away in some bizarre way so that Forensic Anthropologists can study the how, when, and where's of murder victims. I THINK THAT'S COOL!! </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">ME? I just want my body donated to a medical school for 'doctors in training' to practice on. What better way for me to be used in death, but how I was in life....ROTFL </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">And my daughter wants my 'original' heart in a jar to sit on a shelf. That's WAY COOL!! Wish I'd thought of that. I say 'original' because I'm thinking I might need me a new heart pretty soon. That's NOT way cool!! </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">If ANYONE reading this is AFRAID of DEATH.....maybe you need to have a little talk with God. I don't know of a genuine Christian ANYWHERE that is afraid of the grim reaper. Because WE KNOW where we are going!! </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">If not, you can be. </div><blockquote>John 3:16 ~ For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.</blockquote><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Don't you want the peace that only God can give you? Don't you want to KNOW you are going to Heaven when you die? I do. And I KNOW!! Maybe that's why I think death can be laughed about and joked about. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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With me....what you see is what you get. You might get a bit of sarcasm mixed with love and kindness. You might get some Jesus anger. You might get Gibb's slapped. Or you might get just get a bit of Sassy_Mamma being her usual charming, loving, humorous, kind mouthy self. Hey!!! Gotta be me :D<br />
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I've had a few days to cool down from the latest episode of self-righteous hypocrites, so I think I can write now with a clear head. I try very hard NOT to write when I'm angry. I might say something I would regret later on. And I NEVER spanked my daughter when I was angry!! Can anyone else do that :)<br />
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First, so others will get a clear idea of the class of people I'm talking about, I will define a hypocrite.<br />
<blockquote> Hypocrite: a person who pretends to have virtues, moral or religious beliefs, principles, etc., that he or she does not actually possess, especially a person whose actions belie stated beliefs. </blockquote><br />
Within the last few days, I have been to several different places. At one of these places, after listening to known hypocrites (actions speak very loud) totally agree with what someone was saying, SEVERAL DIFFERENT TIMES, I almost got up and walked out. YES!!! I would have made a scene, but some things are just very hard for me to swallow. You just wanna go over and Gibb's slap them. They were totally agreeing with what the speaker was saying, but they are doing just the opposite in their lives. Wouldn't that fit into the above definition? The gall of some people. I wonder if the speaker was buying all that mess? I know God's not buying it and neither am I. But God made me stay put. <br />
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These people are pretending to have virtue! They have none. How could they with the mess they've been trying to stir up.<br />
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These people are pretending to have good moral and religious beliefs. They have none. How could they with the lies they've been telling and the hatred they have in their hearts towards others.<br />
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These people are pretending to have principles. They have none. They won't even allow their handicapped children to participate in something good because of their own hateful agenda towards another human being. That's just wrong on ALL levels!!<br />
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You tell me!!! How is any of that good? Self-righteous hypocrites are causing others to stumble and fall. These 'others' are seeing how these SRH are acting and they want no part of it. Now THAT makes me get a little Jesus anger in me! You know......the kind He had when he threw the money-changers out of the temple because they were defiling the house of God.<br />
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Hhmmm!!! I got that off my scarred up chest. Now for some caramel popcorn :D<br />
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In case you haven't noticed.....I think alot.....and notice alot.....and love to write about stuff. Anything and everything. <br />
I grew up a PK, so don't think for a moment, I don't know what I'm talking about. I DO!!!! <br />
I also grew up with CHD and am just learning that I can write about that. <br />
I am now a Mamma, and believe you me, I WILL write about that.....and my daughter. <br />
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PK, CHD, MOM....Did I leave anything out? Oh, I'm a wife too....but you don't want to hear about that...lol<br />
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My blog is for ME! But if it helps others, or makes someone laugh, or say how wonderful my daughter is, I'm glad of that too.<br />
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Live Out Loud!!<br />
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~Sassy Mamma~Sassy_Mammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045927873180250346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284312091176235191.post-53941336099258784202010-12-02T14:54:00.000-06:002010-12-02T14:54:00.355-06:00Mudbugs Hockey Game<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I almost forgot about the Hockey Game...lol</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">The game that friends and family were CONVINCED that we would HATE.....we absolutely LOVED!! Hockey is AWESOME!!!!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">We are making it our sport of choice. We sat right at the glass and froze our bums off, but it was the most thrilling thing I've done in a long while. Every time the bugs would score, people would through plastic crawfish into the rink. We would then have to wait for kids to skate out and collect all the crawfish, so the game could continue. At each period end, trucks would drive out onto the rink and throw various things to the crowd. Grace managed to catch 3 different things that night. Pics below. This game was awesome. Have I said that already? LOL</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div>Sassy_Mammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045927873180250346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284312091176235191.post-90712467606818826342010-12-01T22:43:00.000-06:002010-12-01T22:43:41.246-06:00God's Still GoodToday was my baby girl's 20th birthday. I can't believe it's been 20 years!! Oh, the memories. I'm really at a loss for words right now, so I will just tell about our day today. You can read some of my previous blogs on how much my daughter means to me. I will take on ANYONE that dares mess with her.<br />
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I wanted to be the first to tell her 'Happy Birthday' on facebook, so I decided (about 11:30 last night) that I'd better get on there before anyone else got a head start. I didn't make it. One of her friends that lives in Rome told her first. Oh well, I was second. I then set my alarm for 3:12 a.m. this morning so I could text her at the exact time she was born. <br />
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Got up at 6:30 a.m. to fix her breakfast before she left for work (she gets off at noon). We had orange sweet rolls and water (milk was sour). I then went back to bed to get some more sleep so I'd be good and rested when she got home. <br />
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We had grilled trout, gorgonzola parmesan chive brown rice, and grilled pineapple for lunch. We watched "The Sorcerer's Apprentice" while eating. Popcorn came later on.<br />
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All the years Grace was growing up, we would always put the Christmas Tree up on her birthday. We had kinda been letting that slip the last few years, but we are going to start that tradition up again. So.....the tree's up. We put it up mainly for the cats this year. They even have their stockings hung up with their names on them.<br />
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</div>Supper consisted of shrimp scampi pasta, and an episode of NCIS. (Oops...forgot the picture). Grace and I are now relaxing with a cup of warm tea and chocolate before bedtime.<br />
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As I have mentioned in a previous blog, we were doing a month long celebration of Grace's 20th birthday. We will do our last bit of celebrating on Monday, the 6th, with a day of shopping in Shreveport and a David Phelps concert that night. Can't wait.Sassy_Mammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045927873180250346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284312091176235191.post-88003791264228941302010-12-01T22:21:00.002-06:002010-12-02T22:27:26.126-06:00My Baby's 20<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">How Grace Came To Be</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">To start, if you don't know about me and my heart condition, try browsing through CCL's heart tab at the top of the page. There's not much there, but I will say that my heart condition is rare and serious and I have ALWAYS been told NEVER to have children.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">But I wanted a baby sooo bad!!!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Grace is here because of God's mercy and pleadings of one young lady that wanted so desperately to have a child....a girl if at all possible. God heard my prayers and pleadings and gave me Grace. Getting her here would not be easy. Oh, my pregnancy was a breeze....perfect. It was the doctors we were battling. They constantly hounded me to get an abortion. And YES....I heard that for almost nine months. I even heard that the evening before giving birth to Grace. The doctor sat on my bed and looked me in my eyes and said, "You know you're going to die, don't you? And your baby, if she doesn't die, will be severely retarded and handicapped." THAT DID IT!! I had heard enough....and had enough. I looked that doctor back in the eyes and told him that I was NOT going to DIE and my baby wasn't either!!! He just hung his head and walked out of the room.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I delivered Grace early the next morning without a c-section, and only an hours worth of an epidural (they waited too late and that was no picnic). But at least I got to experience labor. I knew I never would again. I wanted A child....a GIRL....and God came through the first time. Isn't He AMAZING!!! :)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I have spent the next 20 years having the time of my life. Motherhood is AWESOME!!! After putting Grace in public school for a time (I had never heard that I could have homeschooled her or she would have NEVER saw the inside of a school building). We took her out when she was in sixth grade and she has been with me ever since. She's graduated now. Not sure as to how she wants to spend the rest of her life, so for now, she is working for our favorite vet and living at home......where she belongs for now.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Her main dreams are to be a wife and mother. And I FIRMLY BELIEVE God will grant her the desires of her heart because her heart is stayed on HIM!!! She also wants to sing. She has a beautiful voice. A CD project is in the works, and hopefully music school in the near future. She is also planning a mission trip to Honduras in May. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">My dreams now? To see my daughter's dreams come true.....how ever long that may be. God has seen fit for me to be here for her for 20 years. But I firmly believe she still needs her Mamma. Hope God agrees with me on that one.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Oh, and guess what? The doctor's LIED!!! Grace turned out to be one smart little cookie. And she's healthy and beautiful to boot.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After getting back home, we got busy washing bed linens and clothes. Grace was trying to get ready for an outing with her Aunt Donna tonight. They were going to some kind of Snow Fest in Natchitoches. Grace texted me and told me she just went down a 110 foot show slide, that it scared the mess out of her, and that she was fixing to go again. So I guess she's having a good time...lol</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I am now waiting on Grace to get home. I miss her when we are not together. We got some planning to do for tomorrow.....our first ever Hockey game. We are going to see the Mudbugs.....and whoever they are going to play. I know absolutely nothing about hockey, so this should be interesting. Super fun is to be expected because it's the two of us, out together for an evening in Shreveport. Can't wait for some Joe's Crab Dip and a Starbucks coffee going home. Life is SWEEET!!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Sassy_Mammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045927873180250346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284312091176235191.post-78710871115284446412010-11-26T23:49:00.001-06:002010-11-26T23:57:18.507-06:00Nice Relaxing DayI had an unexpected, but pleasant, day in town with my mom. Unexpected because I'm usually too tired and when she asks I usually say no. So she was REALLY surprised I even wanted to go anywhere today. I was too after a tiring day yesterday...lol<br />
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We ate at Nicky's (a mexican restaraunt). Then we went to Stine's and Fred's to get a few items. While her and dad were looking around in Stine's, I found me a nice comfy recliner on sale to sit in and relax. I sat there and watched people. Kinda funny the strange looks they would give me as they came around the corner. I guess they were startled more than anything.<br />
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What's even funnier was the look I got coming out the men's restroom at Stine's. Some guy that worked there was coming down an isle, as I was coming out of the men's room, and he looked startled. I just looked at him, pointed to the 'Men's Restroom' sign, and told him, "I can read". Then I just laughed. He through up his arms, shook his head and laughed. HEY!!!! When you gotta go.....you gotta go. I'm 41 and I'm not waiting for another woman to get out of the ladies room. I KNOW how long we take in there. Maybe the ladies room shouldn't have a mirror :D<br />
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After Stine's we went to Fred's looking for a Christmas ornament for our church tree. Each family was asked to bring one for the church's tree. Found what we wanted and then headed home. I was too tired to do anything else :(<br />
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After waiting the rest of the afternoon for Grace to get off work, go get some groceries, then come home......we got to cook a special meal for our last night just the two of us. <br />
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We had Sauteed Shrimp with Penne Pasta. Added our own mix of herbs and spices AND bacon. It was delicious.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">AND....we finally got to watch "Sound of Music" on DVD :) We got to the part right after they got married and Grace was falling asleep, so we decided to watch the rest tomorrow. We are now doing our nightly computer rounds, you know....twitter, fb, blog, iTunes, etc. Then to hit the bed for some iPhone game time before we fall asleep....and hopefully our phones don't hit the floor.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">BTW.....Grace got called over to her grandparents earlier. She came back and I asked what they wanted and she said she couldn't tell me, but it was something about my Christmas. I lit up and asked if someone was going to die and give me their heart. She, being always the funny one and not missing a beat said, "No....but close!" Lemme just say, "Hardyharhar!!!"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Isn't she just awesome and so SWEEET of her??!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">On another note:</div>THIS IS SWEEET!!! Thanks to another blogger friend, I discovered I can check my blog stats and see all kinds off stuff about who's reading my blog, where they are from, etc......that's pretty cool. Just this month I've had people from the following countries reading my blog. This is WAY COOL!!!<br />
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<b>1 O Lord,</b> <b>you have examined my heart and know everything about me.</b></span><br />
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2 You know when I sit down or stand up. <b>You know my thoughts</b> even when I’m far away.</span><br />
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3 You see me when I travel and when I rest at home. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>You know everything I do</b>.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">4 <b>You know what I am going to say </b>even before I say it, Lord.</span><br />
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5 You go before me and follow me. <b>You place your hand of blessing on my head.</b></span><br />
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6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too great for me to understand!</span><br />
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7 I can never escape from your Spirit! <b>I can never get away from your presence!</b></span><br />
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8 If I go up to heaven, you are there; if I go down to the grave, <b>you are there</b>.</span><br />
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9 If I ride the wings of the morning, if I dwell by the farthest oceans,</span><br />
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10 even there your hand will guide me, and <b>your strength will support me.</b></span><br />
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11 I could ask the darkness to hide me and the light around me to become night—</span><br />
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12 but even in darkness <b>I cannot hide from you</b>. To you the night shines as bright as day. Darkness and light are the same to you.<br />
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13 <b>You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">(even my heart)</span></b> and knit me together in my mother’s womb.</span><br />
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14 T<b>hank you for making me so wonderfully complex!</b> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">(Complex indeed!)</span> Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it.</span><br />
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15 <b>You watched me</b> as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.</span><br />
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16 You saw me before I was born. <b>Every day of my life was recorded </b>in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed.<br />
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17 <b>How precious are your thoughts about me</b>, O God. They cannot be numbered!</span><br />
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18 I can’t even count them; they outnumber the grains of sand! <b>And when I wake up, you are still with me!</b><br />
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19 <b><u>O God, if only you would destroy the wicked!</u></b> <b><u>Get out of my life, you murderers!</u></b></span><br />
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20 <b><u>They blaspheme you; your enemies misuse your name.</u></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">21 O Lord, shouldn’t I hate those who hate you? Shouldn't I despise those who oppose you?</span><br />
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22 Yes, I hate them with total hatred, for your enemies are my enemies.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">23 <b>Search me, O God, and know my heart;</b> test me and know my anxious thoughts.</span><br />
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24 <b>Point out anything in me that offends you</b>, and l<b>ead me along the path of everlasting life.</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">EVERY LIE YOU TELL - HE KNOWS! </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">EVERY HATEFUL AND BAD THOUGHT - HE KNOWS!</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">May God help your poor, wretched, troubled soul with so much hate and torment that you can't even see the TRUTH!!</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">I'm so glad my Heavenly Father KNOWS ME!! He knows my thoughts - that they are pure. He knows yours too!</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">He knows my actions - that they are pure. He knows yours too!</span></span><br />
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Had lunch straight up 12...hahahahaha!! That's a first :D<br />
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Our full Thanksgiving meal was as follows:<br />
*Smoked Turkey with Cranberry Sauce<br />
*Grilled Shrimp Skewers<br />
*Chicken n' Dressing with Giblet Gravy<br />
*Green Bean Casserole<br />
*Homemade Loaded Smashed Potatoes<br />
*Fresh Grilled Rosemary Pineapple<br />
*Frito Salad<br />
*Rosemary Salted Rolls<br />
*Pistachio Salad<br />
*Sweet Potato Pie<br />
*Fresh-Brewed Rosemary Peach Tea<br />
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WOW!!! I ate a little of everything and lemme tell ya......it was DELICIOUS!!!<br />
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Those present for Thanksgiving 2010 were Me, Grace, Mom, Dad, Donna, Megan, Trey, Makalin, & Chloe. Not many of us, but we had a blast. After the meal was done, no one wanted to leave the table, so we just sat around nibbling while we talked. After a while, Grace had to go take care of the dogs where she works, so her and dad left. The rest of us stayed at the table, nibbling and talking. I think I drank 1/2 gallon of the tea. Makalin was copying everyone at the table, so she was eating out of the serving bowls with the rest of us.<br />
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Makalin finally talked me into getting up and going outside. She headed up the hill to the store for an icee. I told her to come back, we had to go get some money. We got the money, picked up Grace and Jesse for the walk, and all four of us went to the store. Came back and sat on the porch. Nice and breezy afternoon :)<br />
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Now Grace and I are in for the night, on the computers and watching NCIS. It's about time. We got some girl time for a few nights while Ronald is away. But don't bother us....we are well armed.<br />
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I AM EXHAUSTED!! Didn't think I'd last this long....but I did. I woke up dreading today because days like today wear me out. But I did pretty good. My chest is hurting now, but maybe if I rest I'll be fine.<br />
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Ooohhhhhh!!! I feel a cold-front coming in. The cat veranda door just flew open from the wind. YEP!! Definitely a cold front! And it was so warm an hour ago. 80 today - 31 tonight - 54 tomorrow. Bbrrrrrrr!!<br />
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It's Thanksgiving Day, so what better time to meditate on what you are thankful for. For one, I'm thankful that I have my daughter for Thanksgiving this year. Last year she was in BCT. She also missed her birthday last year. Needless to say, I was a wreck last year. Not so this year. <br />
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I am stressed beyond belief this year, due to some selfish people in my life, and some spiteful, hateful trouble-makers that I once thought were friends. Maybe the TRUTH hurts just a little too much for them. And also due to a life or death health decision I guess I will have to make before too long. Oh well!<br />
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I still have lots to be thankful for. My daughter being the most important. She's my life.....always has been.<br />
Also, I have two of my three sisters nearby. Me, Grace, Donna, Megan, and Mom need to do a girls day out, or night out. We'll leave Makalin and Chloe with the guys....hehehehe!!! <br />
I still have my mom and dad. <br />
I have a niece (Makalin) that thinks the sun rises and sets in her Nay Nay (me). It's nice to be loved and wanted like that. I tell her mom all the time, "What happens at Nay Nay's....stays at Nay Nay's"!<br />
I'm thankful there are godly people out there that DO NOT believe the lies being spread by ungodly people.<br />
I'm thankful I can bless others through playing the piano. And I'm thankful my daughter can spread the 'good news' with her voice.<br />
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WOOHOO!!! Just learned Saints WON!!!!! I'm thankful for that :D<br />
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Everyone has major things they are thankful for....and I've listed some of those. But I am also thankful for things like technology, iPhones, fuzzy blankets and hot cider on cold nights, Dr. Pepper....oh and my cats (Solymon, Smokey, Oliver, & Shadow). <br />
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Hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving. Gotta get off here. I think Grace is waiting on me to finish so we can watch "Sound of Music".<br />
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OK!! After putting three different movies on, we finally settled on "Flight Plan" with Jodi Foster in it. :)<br />
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I will leave you with a picture from yesterday......fallen peach tree leaves. I thought they were pretty....and so did Makalin :)<br />
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I am so P R O U D of my sweet daughter. We had a community Thanksgiving service last night and she had the opportunity to sing. Let's just say Grace was a hit!! One lady came up to her afterwards and said "YOU ROCK!!".......like she had been to a concert or something. Now that's what I like to hear.....as her Mamma AND her manager. *big smiles still* Everyone was trying to get to me (or Grace) to let us know how much they enjoyed her singing. SWEEET!!!!!<br />
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More to come, because I will be searching for opportunities for her to get her voice out there and heard. She has a beautiful voice, loves to sing, has a passion for southern gospel music, and a passion for helping others. I think we could roll all that into one.....don't you?<br />
I already have her booked for next year's Robeline Heritage Festival. Now to find singing engagements for her between now and then. Gonna make her some business cards to give out and such.<br />
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In the mean time, she's concentrating on the mission trip to Honduras on May, and maybe some professional music training later in the summer.<br />
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Anyway, after the service was over, we decided to celebrate with ice cream at Sonic. So off to Natchitoches we go. I already knew what I was aiming for.....a BLT with Ranch, extra B, and a Cranberry Sweet Tea. YUMMY!!! She got a BEC Croussiant, Cranberry Tea.....and THEN an ice cream cone :D<br />
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Now for the not so thrilling part of the night. And have I got a story for you. As I have already said, my church community (I live in another community) had a Community Thanksgiving Service last night. Five churches should have been represented (that I know of). <br />
One church is excused from this writing due to a death in the church, and them having a wake there last night. So this article DOES NOT, in any way, apply to them. It also doesn't apply to ANYONE who had a LEGITIMATE reason for not being there. <br />
This is to the four churches in "Asia" (hehehe....I just made that up. I sound like John). I also feel like Martin Luther nailing his '95 Theses' to the door at Wittenburg. There's a whole bunch of mess going on in churches today.......IT'S WRONG........and it needs to stop!! If no one speaks up, then nothing will ever change. I may not be heard.....but then again.....I may. <br />
Luther was just one man and the world heard him.<br />
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Let me start by saying that the church building, last night, should have been STANDING ROOM ONLY!! What possible excuse can be given for a half-filled church...with four churches in the town that could have attended?<br />
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That small town community showed just how much they value community togetherness. They can't even worship together one or two nights out of the year. What's up with that?<br />
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I've seen the parking lots of these churches on Sunday morning. They are FULL!! Again, this service should have been standing room ONLY! <br />
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Where's the community togetherness? What is this telling the non-church people in the community? IT TELLS THEM ALOT!! We should be ashamed!!<br />
I'm ashamed of our small town. I would expect this from a larger town....but a small town? I'm sure the snubbing remarks were flying....as to why each individual decided not to attend the service last night. I'm a Baptist, I'm a Methodist, I'm a Pentecostal.....I don't worship with them. OR maybe......"Have you heard what that preacher/deacon/ member has been doing?" "I'm not going to be seen at the same church with that person". ETC.!!!!! There's probably more than that....but you get the general idea. I've HEARD snide comments....so I know they do happen.<br />
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I've heard pastors say this.....and parents are always telling their children that "<i>If you can't say something nice, then don't say anything at all.</i>" But a pastor telling his congregation that if we can't say anything nice then we shouldn't say anything at all......WOULDN'T THAT GREATLY HINDER HIM FROM PREACHING THE TRUE GOSPEL, which is sometimes hard to hear and hard to swallow - depending on the message and lesson/sermon being taught. Sometimes the sermon is not nice to the hearer's ears....if you get what I mean. The gospel is not always going to be easy on the ears and heart.<br />
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I thought when a man married, the needs of his wife and children came before the needs of his mom......or did I miss the memo? Doesn't that Bible speak of a man leaving his father and mother and being joined with his wife. Shouldn't he be more concerned about his WIFE'S needs now....his children's needs......than his mothers? If he wasn't going to WANT to leave his wittle mummy and take care of his wife and children FIRST from then on.....then what's the point of marrying? YOU ARE JUST MAKING YOUR WIFE AND CHILDREN SUFFER!!!<br />
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And so ends my thoughts for today. Well, not really......just for right now. My niece, Makalin, came over today. We had 4 popcicles (half of which I had to feed to my little puppy - Makalin), icing off two pieces of cake (pic to follow), then we went outside to play. She ran, I swung her around, she'd fall down (pretend), I'd pick her up. You get the idea. So guess what that makes CCL with CHD? You guessed it.......TIRED!!!!<br />
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A pastor tells a group of back-biting, complaining, looking-to-start-trouble religious folks (notice I did not say Christian) that he would ask two other members of his congregation (that the group had a problem with) to leave the church......just because this group had a problem with how these two individuals.......well, that's the part that's not really clear. The group DID try to spread some lies about these two individuals, but the lies were PROVEN to be just that......LIES. <br />
I wonder what will become of that mess, and I WONDER if that pastor would have really kicked two godly people out of his church just to satisfy the<i> fiendish desires</i> of a group of religious folks. Makes you wonder about the state of America's 'churches' now days.<br />
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Another news story:<br />
A pastor demands that his congregation delete their facebook accounts because of extra-marital affairs going on. Come to find out, he was doing the same thing. <br />
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Facebook is NOT the bad guy here. That's like saying guns kill people. Guns DO NOT kill people......people kill people. But that's another story for another time. You get my point on this one.<br />
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I think Facebook and Twitter (yes, I'm religiously on both) are awesome avenues of getting 'connected' with friends....and even the world. I've got tweeps that I've never met, but we share a common bond.....whether it's Christian, CHD, food, Iphones, news, etc. Why would ANYONE want to stay disconnected from the world? I encourage every TRUE Christian to get on facebook and twitter and start a blog. What better way to reach the world, than with avenues the world uses to communicate.<br />
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I know some of my blog posts are about the wrongs going on in 'churches', and with religious people, etc......but things need to change.....to go back to biblical teachings. I want people to see what I see. Start REALLY paying attention to what's going on in the religious community, the homes, the schools, and the church. <br />
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Things are not right. And THINGS NEED TO CHANGE!<br />
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We don't need denominational names above our church doors. That stops us dead in our tracks. <br />
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A small community near where I live has 4 churches. They are all coming together on Tuesday night to worship together for Thanksgiving. I think that's AWESOME!! We need more of that.<br />
I wonder how many of the pastors or congregations of each church snubbed the idea of worshiping with another denomination. I HOPE NONE! But it happens. <br />
I've heard the comments before. And THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!!! I am sick and tired of the snide comments I hear come from professing Christian's mouths concerning other denominations and such.<br />
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THINGS NEED TO CHANGE!!<br />
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Churches are splitting up. Children are being affected......they ARE watching, you know! And listening.<br />
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THINGS NEED TO CHANGE!!!<br />
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We (as the church) are LOOSING the battle because we can't get along with each other, and with other denominations. The WORLD is watching.<br />
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THINGS NEED TO CHANGE!!!!<br />
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The time to start the change is NOW! The denominational walls need to come down. The church is supposed to be winning the lost to Christ....NOT snubbing one another.<br />
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OH WHEN ARE THINGS GOING TO CHANGE??!!<br />
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On another note:<br />
Grace sang beautifully at our singing last night. She was AWESOME!! She's becoming more <b>BOLD</b> and less shy about her singing. She's learning to follow the LORD's leading, and that makes for some GREAT singing. And I, as her manager (YES!!! I AM), will be looking for opportunities for others to hear her sing. She might want to get used to that. I'm not going to consult her every time an opportunity to sing opens up. What if it's a now-or-never chance. I know her schedule, so I'm not going to be overbooking. And she needs to learn to always have a song ready, for those 'short notice' times.<br />
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Grace went to her first mission meeting a few nights ago. She's more siked than ever for her very first mission trip to Honduras. I am too....and so is her grandpa. He just HAD to tell the church last night. SWEEET!!!<br />
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Hope all who read have a blessed day.Sassy_Mammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045927873180250346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284312091176235191.post-86343402468699118162010-11-21T16:40:00.000-06:002010-11-21T16:40:29.779-06:00Watch Out For The ThornsIf people continue poking around in my neck of the woods JUST TO DIG FOR DIRT.......they might dig up MUCH more than they bargained for. You never know what's laying around in the woods, so tread lightly and be careful. <br />
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And don't go diggin' up my roses!!! I love my roses, and wouldn't take too kindly to someone damaging them in any way, or thinking they'd look better planted somewhere else. I like them just where they are, that's why I planted them there. Besides....my roses have nice big beautiful thorns so you have to be gentle and careful when handling them.<br />
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Just remember, it's MY neck of the woods. You never know what you may find. If you like the woods, by all means, walk on. If not, then you might want to stay out of my woods. It can get cRaZy in there sometimes.<br />
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Have a blessed Sunday afternoon.Sassy_Mammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045927873180250346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284312091176235191.post-46749328085520027892010-11-20T13:27:00.004-06:002010-11-20T17:55:37.313-06:00Like Spit Flying At A ConcertI think logic has flown the coop.<br />
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Before I begin with a few scriptures for today....and my comments, I have a few other things in my head that I need to get out so they will stop bugging me.<br />
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First....how hard is it really, to know the difference between FACEBOOK and a BLOG? I mean, if you're going to spread something at least get the terminology correct. Just sayin'.<br />
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Second.....There's some sick, twisted people out there. Watch out for them. They accuse you FALSELY of doing something (like using someone <i>they</i> love for <i>your</i> own personal agenda), then they turn around and do the same thing (use the person <i>they</i> love for<i> their</i> own personal agenda). Told ya there's some twisters out there. <br />
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Thirdly.....Lemme ask a question. If you disliked someone strongly, wouldn't you want NOTHING to do with that person....not have any dealings WHATSOEVER with that person? Most of you would say emphatically YES!!! Soooo......if you are reading the blog of someone you dislike, aren't you just DIGGING FOR DIRT??!!! Just looking for something to twist and lie about? Just askin'.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">P</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">eople today are eat up with anger, strife, bitterness, lying, and hatred. I hope those of you who are reading this, and are experiencing any of the above, will take these verses of scripture to heart. As my daddy has said in his sermons, you need to check your dipstick.....you might be a quart low on love.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">My feelings at the moment (to take the words from a song): God's been good to me. I feel blessed beyond my wildest dreams........even through the hard times.....I wouldn't change them if I could because through it all.....GOD'S BEEN GOOD!!!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">I just wish the people, whose religion seems to be in vain, could feel that in their lives. But I claim the Word of God in (and ON) my life, and I know that persecution just comes with the territory. </span><br />
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<b>Psalms 34:13 ~ Keep thy tongue from evil, and thy lips from speaking guile. </b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Uumm...I think that verse speaks for itself. It's in the Bible folks. Personally, and I could be wrong, but wouldn't you think LYING would be considered evil. And I looked up the word guile in the dictionary. It means: crafty or artful deception.......in other words....lying in a dramatic, showy way. DRAMA!!</span><br />
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<i style="font-weight: bold;">Proverbs 12:22 ~ Lying lips are abomination to the LORD: but they that deal truly are His delight. </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">It's comforting to know that God delights in honesty. In today's world, lies roll off the tongue like spit flying during a concert. No wonder the world.....and religious societies....are in the shape they're in.</span><br />
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<b><i>Proverbs 26:20 ~ Where no wood is, there the fire goeth out: so where there is no talebearer, the strife ceaseth</i></b>. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Hhmm.....another verse on lying. You think God is trying to tell us something? Liars just want to keep strife stirred up. There's also another verse about that. Find a place with NO LIARS, and you've got a peaceful place indeed!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">(My personal favorite)</span> <b><i>Matthew 5:11 ~ Blessed are ye, when men shall revile you, and persecute you, and shall say all manner of evil against you [<u>falsely]</u>, for my sake</i></b>. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">I AM TRULY BLESSED!! To all those helping God bless me.....thanks. I need all the blessings from God I can get right now. I can take what people dish out. It really doesn't bother me. I'll just write about lessons learned and move on. It's a good way to keep records.....that way when someone wants to pull a lie out of their butt....I have my side of the story.</span><br />
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J<b style="font-style: italic;">ames 1:26 ~ If any man among you seem to be religious, and bridleth not his tongue, but deceiveth his own heart, this man's religion is vain. </b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Take SERIOUS note here. If you're claiming Christiandom, and you can't keep that tongue from wagging, your claims of Christianity are futile....without real significance.....to no avail, etc. They fall on deaf ears to God. That's pretty powerful stuff. People, let me remind you of something.....HELL IS REAL!! Please stop acting like its not. Just read Rev. 21:8 if you don't believe me as to where liars, and the like, end up.</span><br />
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<i style="font-weight: bold;">Proverbs 15:18 ~ A wrathful man stirreth up strife: but he that is slow to anger appeaseth strife. </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Nuf said!!</span><br />
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<i style="font-weight: bold;">Psalms 37:1 ~ Fret not thyself because of evil doers, neither be thou envious against the workers of iniquity. </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">I will not fret! I will not fret! I will not fret! Gee.....I sound like the Little Engine that Could...lol</span><br />
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<i style="font-weight: bold;">Psalms 118:6 ~ The LORD is on my side; I will not fear: what can man do unto me? </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Now that's VERY comforting.....especially right now. God's on MY side, and your side, IF you're not in the following category......liars, evildoers, talebearers, strife-stirrer-uppers (my word...you like it?), drunkards (added that one so the others wouldn't feel bad), etc. We DO NOT have to fear ANYTHING man may throw at us. Soooo, I ABSOLUTELY REFUSE to fear!!!!</span><br />
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<i style="font-weight: bold;">2Thess 1:6 ~ Seeing it is a righteous thing with God to recompense tribulation to them that trouble you. </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Run across this verse yesterday during devotion time. Read this scripture hundreds of times, but I never caught it....until yesterday. Isn't God AMAZING?! Some people are gonna get it....from God. It is a righteous (or moral) thing for God to repay 'the troubler in your life' with severe trials and sufferings. LOOK OUT!! God's gonna getcha if you're stirring up trouble or LYING about one of His children.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><b><i>Jer 18:23 ~ Yet, LORD, thou knowest all their counsel against me to slay me: forgive not their iniquity, neither blot out their sin from thy sight, but let them be overthrown before thee; deal thus with them in the time of thine anger.</i></b> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">I could SO pray that prayer....but I'm not. I'd rather God just get a good laugh.....because He sees what their future holds. Check out Psa 37:12-13 and Proverbs 1:26-28a for evidence that God laughs at fool-hearted people who do wrong.</span></span></span><br />
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Love you guys!!Sassy_Mammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045927873180250346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284312091176235191.post-49767020214490498042010-11-19T05:07:00.001-06:002010-11-19T17:44:17.041-06:00Junk Be Gone<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;">FINALLY!!!! I think my sweet one has finally REALLY let the past go. I don't really know what made things click. And I hope she doesnt' get upset for this writing. I do, after all, write to ease my stress. You know.....take it out...put it on paper....walk away.....all better :)</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;">I wonder if it was the text I sent her yesterday morning. I told her the following: "YOU ARE SPECIAL!!! You just don't see it yet. And you don't need a guy to make you feel special. Look to God!! He'll show you how special you are......since you don't believe me and apparently I'm not doing a good enough job." She is VERY special. She needs to know that.</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;">Or the finality of throwing the rest of past junk's junk in the dump this morning. I'm sure that must have been exhilarating. I am certain some $$$ were thrown away. OUCH!! I hope that hurts :)</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;">She came back with no load on her pretty little shoulders. I've been on her for a few months now to get rid of the junk left by that evil being. I wonder why she kept it for so long. NO!!! I don't really want to know. She told me the only thing left was a rather beautifully written book. She kept it because she knows how I feel about books. I love them. But I told her that I DON"T CARE!!! Throw EVERYTHING AWAY!! I'd rather buy the book than have one that was left by evil.</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;">Or maybe it was just answered prayer by my Heavenly Father for my daughter's happiness. She is no longer unhappy in the least little way. <b>It's amazing what getting rid of junk in your life can do for your spirit. </b>I know it thrills me when I get rid of junk in my life.</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;">I'm glad. When she gets upset, unhappy, angry, etc.....I don't take it very well. I had written the following to post here, but God stopped me. But I will put it now.....because I am no longer angry.....and just so you will know what state of mind this Mamma gets in when her daughter gets in disarray.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><blockquote> "I think the hottest places in hell are reserved for those who mistreat one of God's children....especially a young one. So to all the ones out there who have mistreated my daughter...in WHATEVER way.......as a Mamma, I hope you rot there. I hope all your lives and endeavors end in EPIC FAILS!! I'm praying they do. As a Christian, I hope you don't. But right now, I'm rooting for Mamma!"</blockquote></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;">My daughter's happiness is of the utmost importance to me. And her life being evil free.....junk free.....and fake friend free....is also important to me. And I will do EVERYTHING IN MY POWER to keep garbage out of her life from now on. I have let my guard down in the past....but I WILL NOT make that mistake again. With ANYONE!!! Not with "I'm just pretending to be a Christian to get your daughter' boys taking advantage of her innocence (and YES!!...she's still innocent), not with religious people blaming her for other's evil doings, not with the religious society wanting to squash her God-given abilities and talents, and not with family/friends doing her wrong (for whatever reason).......as long as there is breath in my body, I will do by BEST to protect my daughter from YOU!!!!</div></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;">I even have these lingering thoughts...but I'm NOT angry. It's kinda weird being this calm (and at peace) and having these thoughts. But I do. I'm sure they will go away in time, but I really hope not. This person really doesn't deserve a life. I think this person needs to suffer.....but I hope, in the end, they make it to heaven. I'll even greet them at the pearly gates. But in the mean-time..... These <i>were</i> those thoughts:</div><blockquote>By the way....my prayer has not changed for one among you. Your future life will reveal who you are....by the prayer I still pray. I pray that your life, you're career, your ministry (it's fake because godly people don't act as you do), your future with a family, ANYTHING you do....ends in EPIC FAILS! I know that sounds like the writings of an angry person....but it's really not. Just don't want this stuff in my head anymore, so I'm putting it out.</blockquote><blockquote>I hope you stay the poor pathetic worm you are now. A sorry, worthless, sleazy, lonely soul destined for failure because your parents made you stupid. That's what happens when parents care more about themselves than helping their children. They didn't care enough about you, when you were little, to spend time with you to help with your ADD....they were too busy pursuing the almighty dollar. So they drugged you (sedated you like an animal) to make you more manageable. Too bad you didn't turn out like the princess. Your parents turned you into a looser. Your destiny is to be a looser, since you chose the maniacal, money hungry loons that turned you into one. You had a chance at a better life and you blew it. You're such a sucker. </blockquote></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">And YES!!! I do have MY opinions on ADD & ADHD. They are mine.....I have a right to them. So no need getting your knickers in a wad.<br />
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Am I angry now? Nope! I'm really not!! She's happy.....I'm happy. I'm happy anyways. I'm just dying (who isn't), and probably will, if I don't get a new heart....but hey.....I'm happy!! No worries. My God will deliver!! And protect!!! AND PUNISH!!! Of that....I AM SURE!!! <br />
(Read your Bible people! What happened to anyone who did harm to God's children? I'm not wishing for something that God hasn't already proven He does. Just be glad I'm not going to extremes-like in Bible times.)</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> I DO get angry.....or more like VERY frustrated..... when she's troubled and I can't do anything about it. I'm her Mamma, what do you expect? Mothers are supposed to protect their children. I'm realizing there are SOME THINGS that you can't protect them from......and that's hard to get a grip on.<br />
But that doesn't' change the fact that I think those who do harm to one of God's children (in WHATEVER capacity) need to suffer somehow. I am, after all, only human. To the others mentioned, I don't wish anything, one way or the other, for you. You just exist....that's all.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">On another note.....I'm wondering if we made a boo-boo buying tickets to a hockey game...lol</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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NOW......we are canceling our overnighter at the Hilton on the 5th. We are still doing our shopping and concert on December 6th.....but we have decided to go to a Mudbugs game on November 28th (3 days before her birthday)....in place of an overnight trip. Our reason being mainly more shopping money, and the fact that the IMAX doesn't show on Mondays....so our films are out.<br />
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Her 20th birthday is shaping up to be a memorable one. Her birthday is actually December 1st. She decided to work that day and take off the 6th for the concert. But we've been doing a 6 week celebration with various activities. We just got back (over the weekend) from our trip to Houston for another concert we went to.<br />
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I'm praying that God continues to give me energy to do all these things with her....to continue making memories with her. I've been having her home for lunch everyday. That's been nice. You just never know.....so all the time we can spend together......we do!!Sassy_Mammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045927873180250346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284312091176235191.post-82886301336492177592010-11-13T22:09:00.001-06:002010-11-17T20:30:06.166-06:00The Gulf and SG Music<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A few pictures of me and Grace's trip to Houston to a southern gospel concert featuring Ernie Haase & Signature Sound, Greater Vision, and Paul's Journey. As you can tell, my pictures were mostly of our stop at La Porte, Tx for lunch. Grace took plenty of pics of the singers. I told her that all those singers had the great privilege of taking photos with her.....not the other way around. :D</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Can't wait until our David Phelps concert in December. At least we will only be a little over an hour from home AND we will be staying at the Hilton in Bossier.....and going to the IMAX.....and shopping......and eating at the Salt Grass Steakhouse......and shopping on the Boardwalk.....it's her birthday after all :D</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In case you haven't figured it out yet.....I REALLY love my precious daughter very much. She's my rock.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I love you my sweet girl :)</div>Sassy_Mammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045927873180250346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284312091176235191.post-86772436980561106492010-11-10T20:55:00.000-06:002010-11-10T20:55:25.936-06:00Entertaining Myself<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I still find it hard having to deal with smug religious people. But, as a Christian, I must do as my LORD commands me.....and love them just the same.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I HAVE come to the conclusion that I don't have to deal with ANYONE who is going to stress me......not right now.....at this point in my life. So let the religious folks continue being smuggy. Let those who dislike me continue to have me be a thorn in their side. Let family continue to side with smuggy people and believe their lies. Let family continue choosing their sins over visits from me.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">My heart is pure and clean before my Heavenly Father.....and that's all I have to know. If God decides to take me home with my next breath, I will BE HOME FOR GOOD!! No fears. No regrets. Not for ME anyways.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">So, if I don't talk to you and I ignore you, it's for my own good. If I sit quietly and watch your actions, then decide to write about it, it's for my entertainment......and the entertainment of others. If you don't like me writing about your actions.....then STOP acting so foolishly.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I don't hate ANYONE!! I DO dislike some people's attitudes and actions.....but so does JESUS!! Disliking sin doesn't make me a sinner. I still love the sinner, smugger, and family members acting so foolishly. And I'm still going to entertain myself by writing....as long as you continue to entertain me by acting the fool.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I have always entertained myself by watching others.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I will continue telling things 'the way I see it'.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Let the entertainment continue..........</div>Sassy_Mammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045927873180250346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284312091176235191.post-47706997039535616642010-11-10T20:18:00.000-06:002010-11-10T20:18:11.931-06:00Gleaned from devotions and meditations this morning:<br />
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Evil is strong in some people's lives.....even those claiming Christiandom. You can tell by their actions and how they treat others. Actions DO speak louder than words, and it will only come back to BITE THEM in the end!<br />
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Never judge another until you know the story of their life!<br />
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They basically told me that time's running out for the old ticker I've got now.....and I need to make that decision they've been 'hounding' me about for the last 10 or so years........whether or not to get a new blood-pumping muscle. Well.....not really a NEW one. More like an already-been-used-but don't-need-it-any-more-and-you-can-have-it-now heart. And just in case anyone gets offended with my humor....it's MY body and if I want to make jokes I have a RIGHT TO!! Get over it. Deal with it. Move on. Well??? MOVE!!!!<br />
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Anyway......a little about my heart anatomy. The RV does what the LV is supposed to do and they are also in opposite positions. The RV can't take the high pressure anymore. Poor thing. It's held out as long as it could....but it just can't do it anymore. AND my tricuspid valve (which should be the mitral) is leaking beyond repair. The doctors said no more 'repair' surgeries. No more new medicines to try. This is it. I have to make that decision. I NEED A TRANSPLANT!<br />
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The doctors had a sense of urgency about them yesterday. They want to see me again in two weeks. TWO WEEKS!!!! They've NEVER wanted that before. :O<br />
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And YES!!!! I'm scared!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />
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I don't know what to do. Lots of issues are running through my head: will I make it, the surgery, the cost (during.....and forever after), the amount of meds I will be required to take, rejection, recovery, being away from home, what about my precious pets,.....you know....the usual stuff that runs through the head when faced with something like this. I guess my main thing is my pets. I know that sounds silly, but hey, I AM CCL (Crazy Cat Lady).<br />
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I kinda just wish they could take a piece of my heart, grow me a new heart, and put that back in my chest. It's just a thought.<br />
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It's alot to take in.....and alot to deal with. Thank God for my daughter! She's my rock!<br />
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Well.....off to live some more life....laugh a bit harder.....and have tea and chocolate with my 'rock'.Sassy_Mammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045927873180250346noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284312091176235191.post-32120485224200639642010-11-06T17:50:00.000-05:002010-11-06T17:50:22.001-05:00Grace's 1st Deer<object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/gInstFfli8s/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gInstFfli8s?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gInstFfli8s?fs=1&hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>Sassy_Mammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12045927873180250346noreply@blogger.com0