Happy Days

Well the couch is all paid for(cash money_)and so Tuesday Harveys promised to come and put it together. woo hoo. We are broke, but not broken and JIm also got me a new TV stand as mine was horribly scratched and old. The sound you here in the background is Jim talking out the directions as the shelf came disassembled. What a manly man, I do not even know the names of all his tools. (Andy Fairley if you say little jimmer i will slug ya , lol)

I am so happy! Later June may open the club as well. Life is good. May even see Jennifer and Scott later. Happy Days.
blessings.
watch when jims inlaws come next week, we will have snow, lol.
no the weather was prepaid for her majesty's 60th party. My queen and the queen in UK at the same time. Wonders never cease.
xoxoxoxo

ok where did the sun go?

hello
aww what fresh hell is this? the sun is not shining like a big rubber ball. That is a blog of its own.


Also, FaceBook has failed me, and I cannot play the game of scrabble, which I use to try to wake up and to exercise my mind. Isn't it wonderful? That is the worst I have to complain about today, so my life is pretty good i would say.


Too blessed to be stressed, yup thats's me. OK on to dialysis.
Blessing.

Just a perfect Day, part 5

9 pm at night sun is out and the temperature is 24 degrees c. A wee picnic with my beau, and a nice country ride. Who can ask for anything more? Not me. Nighty-night.

blessings btw

Hi
Ok my rant is over. Here is what happened. I know from my anger yesterday  it was impossible to calm down and talk specifics, so I looked like a wild old angry witch again. The beauty of the blog is after a nights sleep I can go back and re read and repost any missing facts, (like what happened) as opposed to how i feel about it.
What==
a chatroom on a program called PAL_TALK.


Who==
some people who think they are christians, and though some are, most are not.


Where== a room called come let us reason together.


When== 24/7/365


Why==
because i believe many have too much time on their hands, most are either too ill to work or don't want to work as they would miss today's' fighting.


I do not know why for me, but i know Jim works long hours at a job in another county. SO after I red up the house, I have a lot of free time, but no ability to get out of here on my own. What i should be doing is talking to local women, but most work daytime or have a slew of kids. They love me, and if it were an emergency they would run to my side, but they are just busy.
Anyhoo, I was in there yesterday and enjoying myself. A fella named Didrik and his friend Daimon had become Christians. I was trying to encourage them  because at the beginning it is hard though very exciting, and one of them asked me to pray for them, which i did. I was so happy, as this gave me encouragement one day my hubby might too come to know my Jesus.
Then guess what? the regular grumps in the room told me it was all a big con and they had had me. Look i got nothing against unbelievers, some of my best husbands are, but i had being lied to. Just be who you are and i will give you a chance. I am no way important enough to lie to. Honest. I am a housewife from NY-no more and no less.
People are so silly, because they do not know that the truth comes out whether we want it to or not, and usually we tell it, with a slip or an angry outburst. I must say in my defense, I am so glad i am not a lawyer I would starve.
SO that was yesterday and now at 5 am i am wide awake rehashing old grudges. I just never learn.


Blessings.

Holy Duster, its Milesdean and the bully boys

Hi


In the world of the internet i was introduced to chatting at my Brother's house(real not virtual). I was on his puter and someone wanted to talk to his daughter. From that innocent convo i have spoken to and met many people in the real world.One of whom i am married to today. I made good and life long friends after 9/11, and in fact we came from all over to have a pal-talk party. By all over i mean Europe and America.


Recently I took a long break from going to Paltalk. It was bashing people and all sorts of ganging up and cruelty. Did I stop because they were picking on me? No I stopped because i was getting to be like them. I do not cope well with gang mentality types. Sadly.when i was tired i was even worse.
The funnies tthing is, the rabid pack leader is a milesdean. He is not even with his wife and kids or even in the same continent. Yet he feels a need to remind me constantly that i am unequally yoked. Well, so is he, he is married to a Catholic he considers not a believer. He is a bully and a coward, but to have yes men surround him, he hangs with a strange crowd. I told myself i missed my friends and went back in there.Nothing has changed, sadly not even me.I am still played with by the players because i have a mama's  heart. I really am able to care about people i never met.
I really believe every single word of the Bible and i wish i was like Jesus. Actually i leave there wishing i was anyone but me.So now i have a choice, do what i know is right and stay outta there, or willfully disobey and take what i get.
Time will tell.
Blessings.

Good Day Sunshine...

hello one and all. As you can see I am picking up the blogging pace a little, and it thank the Sun for that energy. It has been a few warm days in a row, so at 10 am i am gonna stop messing about and attack the house. I am so organized i already figured dinner menu as well for Cook, as she needs a wee warning to have time for the shopping. Not bad for maids day off, eh?
No you are right, we did not win the millionaire lotto I just was dreaming a bit, because actually, Jim and I are happy and can live within our means. Would i like to have a personal hair stylist yes, do I need one--YES. Time will tell, but my hair openly defies me. Then if i get out the day feeling confident, the gale winds have a laugh at my hairs expense. 
Anyhoo, we bought a new sofa (a good thing) and no one has ever owned it before. They are gonna deliver, put it together, and woo hoo a place for guests to sit, and/or recline. Here is the sexy bit, we paid cash. We saved and saved and now we can have the one we want. Hallelujah , Ty Jesus. SO next Tuesday, in comes the new sofa and next Friday in comes the old family for a visit. hurray.


ok so you thought your life was dull?
Blessings

Hello, and for our British friends, cheers my dears. What a brilliant weekend in every way. First of all Saturday I made a list of the final things I have to do pre-Moms visit, and redded up the house a bit.


Yesterday I took a break from all things cleaning and went to the Gala Day at the Paisley Rugby Football Club. They had a gazebo erected so we ladies would not burn. We took out big plush chairs, had drinks served to us, and the best food ever cooked out of doors. Today I will pay for all this in dialysis, but who cares. Every minute brought something more fun than the conversation before it. Mrs Conroy and Mrs Powrie were comparing pregnancies and due dates, etc. Miss Leonard and myself had two reactions, the talk made Miss Leonard broody, and i thanked God it was not me preggers at 54. We solved the worlds' problems then ate some more.
Then, when we left the club we went to start pricing sofas so I could start savings toward my next project, a perfect lounge. I am still not sure what happened, but we found a three-seater, (both ends recline) and it was less money than i had planned to spend on the 2 seater settee. We also saw a video on how to wash vertical blinds.
We also did it all in less than an hour, so we ran right back to the club.  This time all the ladies were out the kitchen, and we sat and laughed a few more hours. Went home and watched a bit of tv(and Jim snore).
perfect day. Just a perfect day. My friends give good advice and love.
I am now relaxed, and the girls reminded me if people are coming to see my house, they can stay home.
Blessings.

A Day of Rest

OK
today as the first day of the week it is a day of rest and refreshment. It can be full of fun and frolic. It can be a time of reuniting with friends you don't work with, or haven't seen in awhile.
That is, unless you are married.
IN that case, all bets are off. Now if the chores are not stressful enough, add in a family visit from overseas. We are now talking new sofas, new blinds, and hours of painting. Needless to say, the volunteers are not overwhelming. Fitness programs would not hold a candle to the list i am trying to do in these last two weeks. 
My mother has a white glove, and my brother is OCD. You literally could eat off his floors. He is hard on himself and knows there is more he could do. Imagine his horror when he comes to my hacienda later this month.
Yes, I am feeling a bit stressed out. Once they come all will be well and we will talk for hours, but if you love me, please never give me a 6 month warning of your arrival. It might kill Jim the next time.
Bless ings.

I Want the Sun to Return

Hello
not totally surprisingly, there is a lot of political and religious and economic fear on Paltalk and Face Book. It is mostly the times in which we live. Who would ever think a country like Greece would affect the whole world by their indecisiveness as a nation? Who would think Adam and Steve getting married would divide America? Who would think the Palin Tea Potty would ever hope to remove an incumbent from office with no viable candidate of their own?


I am sure that Mutt Romney has all he needs to be a good businessman. But so was Jimmy Carter, and his presidency was no more effective. Now as a civilian he has done so much more for the average American taxpayer. He built homes with his bare hands, and what has Bush done in retirement, Father or son? Another Kennedy died this week,with all the wealth and power of that family, if i believed in curses i would think Old Joe sinned enough for at least three generations,(so far).


It is cold as a witches tit here in Scotland this week, and I eagerly await the return of good warm weather. I want the sun to return. But in a greater sense i want the Son to return, and then we can forget times, tides and seasons. We will be at our eternal destination, with a temp controlled atmosphere no doubt. I will not dialyze, nor will babies die before birth, nor small children be damaged mentally , physically, or spiritually. Men will not seek to own or dominate anyone, and peace will reign again. Anyhoo, that's enough ranting for today.


Two weeks till Mom and Bill appear. I must scrub and clean  and apparently scream at everyone without one hundred feet of me. When they come i hope i vacate as well. Stay tuned for more on that front, and pray i breath normally .


Blessings...

the cunning old serpent...

Hello. 
What amazes me is the number of uber-intelligent people God has put in my path. By human terms they know all that is possible to know, or they are constantly trying to keep up on the new things scientific finds.


But i am simple. I read the bible, and try to do what it says. No, not the Old Testament, that was for people before Jesus came. It is important we read it, to know how Jesus himself lived. Jesus did  not start the Roman Catholic church, and in fact i think he abhors it. Nor would he attend many protestant churches either. God hates religion. He hates anything superfluous, stagnant, and unholy. He wants fellowship, devotion and to pour his love back in us in return. Ask Him and see if i am right.


God dwells in what is called unapproachable light, and that is why only the chief priest could enter the Holy of Holies to make the people's sacrifice. They tied a rope to his ankle in case God rejected the offering and struck the priest dead. God takes holiness seriously. He is not man that he can lie. Jesus wanted to show us the Father, and teach us to walk in his ways as Jesus himself did sinlessly.


Man has tried to twist and turn Gods book to make a religion where no one need to go to hell. Sadly, God had already done that at the cross of Jesus. No other way is afforded to mankind but the blood of a spotless Lamb, Jesus. And Jesus went to the cross knowing that however long time lasted, he would be mocked, ridiculed and just plain misunderstood by the "prove it" generation.


If one could come to know the Lord through human senses we would have no need of a Savior. We would be like the serpent promised in the garden of Eden, we would be gods ourselves. But we are not God, we are not even very good people. We want patience now, we want to know now what our lot will specifically be if we follow the Messiah. Aww, but we do not want to follow him to his cross, we do not want a messy religion. We want to dress nice and network and carry heavy bibles and look pious. What we do not want is to actually open the Bible and read it. We have no more idea some of us of Moses, versus Malachi, nor do we care.


By the way, cleanliness is not next to godliness in the bible. It sounds right, but, no, sorry. And saying you are against Abortion is pointless if you do not help women in a lonely frightening pregnancy who maybe was kicked out or walked away from by her baby-daddy. We have a room at our house, and we are prepared to house a girl till her baby is born, but abortion is not the unforgivable sin. Sin is hateful, sinners are not, in fact we are not allowed to hate anyone.


 I hate the sin, but not the sinner, as with the gay crisis in America just now, such silliness to kill someone for whom they love. Or any other thing we do not approve of. If God forgives your past, people should dare not even speak of it again. I wish the condemners were  forced first  to stand in a mirror to show their own past before they attack someone elses. We do, and must leave sin at the cross. Jesus paid too much to make us free. We must not bind one another to sin of unforgiveness either.


God is calling his people to forgiveness. He went first, what will you do?

Happy Step-Mom day

hi, and yes you are right, there is no such day. My boys are not american, and my nephews were born in Germany although i doubt they remember anything of that home.


But before you pity me, you should know Jim has adopted my mother as his own, and right now is knee deep is cleaning my antique stove because we have visitors at the end of the month. One of them actually has a white glove i believe. This is not only kind, but it is impossible for me to do. SO along comes my Superman to the rescue.


I wish everyone knew him as I do, he picks up so much slack around here as well as a full time job (plus mileage) and still has quite a few hours for the PRFC. He is my right hand and my heart, (and a bit of a looker). It is nice once to post something before Percy, who i think holds a torch as well.


OK going to go for a wee kip now as yesterday did me in. All of you i encountered yesterday made my day amazing and this non-active day is well worth it. I felt alive again.


Happy Mother's Day American Moms. And blow a kiss to those gone before us to heaven.


Blessings.

May 12, 2012

If a day can be called perfect, this was it. We had a slow morning, enjoying our company and getting ready for the Houston-Killallen Fayre. The fayre began with a parade with the Charles Dickens theme. Charles himself came to the fayre to sign books and give interviews of how things were back in the day.


The weather was sunny and warm until a brief shower at my station at 2. The kids didnt mind i couldn't get out of my chair and we all had a real good time. At four i was pretty sure i was going home to bed, but managed to have a wee rest and then back out for Kirsty's 21st party at the club. She and her mom and wee sister looked so beautiful and happy. The decorations, music , food and the guests were perfect. We sure know how to have fun together.
I am still awake as i write this, as i am nursing a hot chocolate from McDonalds. This day could not improve in any way I can imagine, but tomorrow itis back to cleaning house to prepare for Mom's visit at the end of the month. Busy, Busy, Busy!
Thank you June for inviting us to your special day. I really had a ball.
Blessings.

Mother's Day

Tomorrow is Mother's Day in America, and I would like to take a moment to mention the women who helped Mother me. My Aunt Kris who is always there with advice and love,and now helps care for my Gran with Uncle Mick. Aunt Kris is my hero, because she lives her faith, and has love when it must be hard watching Gram Delarm age before her eyes. It is hard and it must be lonely sometimes, and i love you for your care.

The next woman i want to honour is my Aunt Betty. She married a fella with two girls and then had i think 12 of her own, (and they were not even Catholics,lol). She somehow kept a roof over their heads and food. She never complained, at least to me, and she always had a beautiful smile. I am a Reed as well, so I never told her, but I hope she knows how much I loved her, and her kids are my favorite relations as they mostly have her look on life.

Next is my Aunt Sheila. Another woman who was human, but was always good to me. She was left with 3 baby girls, one unborn, when my dear Uncle Bug passed. I think I would have hid under the covers until I died if i lost JIm. She still carries on, though her health is failing her.


Last of all is my Aunt Barb. Her mother was inhuman in my opinion. Aunt Barb would have had every excuse to be hateful and evil as her. All Aunt Barb ever gave was love, and that was all she wanted. I pity my cousin Donna who could never realize that. Donna lives in a hell of her own making.


And my cousin Barbie, one wish for her, Ciara write her and let her know you are well. Mothers forgive everything large and small, and they understand us better than we do ourselves. Grand ma is gone, but your Mom needs you. Love you Ciara.
blessings.

I miss family reunions

yup
Those terrible things everyone claims to dread so much. I miss them like crazy. I miss my thirty-eleven cousins, Reeds. Brazies, Conleys, Slocum's, and the in-laws and Out-laws. I miss reserving forest park and the camp fire that was never ready to cook down so we learnt to like charcoal hotdogs and crispy burgers. This was of course before the dawn of propane gas grills with shelves.

I miss the Lady Slipper, I miss the fishing bridge, I miss the tales of how my uncles had to get out after the park was locked, back in the day...and I miss Aunt Betty. I do not and never will miss the mosquitos.

I miss long walks and good talks, and the uncle Jake who tormented me. I miss my Dad looking at everyone with his cheesy smile. We didn't say i love you and junk, but we showed up. We ate, and before the cops came, we went home.

Now most of the people i want to see are long gone. I even miss Grandpa's dog Duncan, who he fed to death i believe. Duncan liked sweets. Before Duncan Grandpa had a big white dog that scared Mom whilst she was carrying me, and when i was born i had a dog paw birthmark in port wine on my knee. The french are superstitious, but sometimes they are right.

Aunt Barb and Uncle Jerry were second parents to me, and we didnt know what we had when we were all together. The last time i saw Aunt Barb i never dreamt it was the last time i would see her. So many regrets.
and blessings.

Hiding from the blog

I find when i write it is almost impossible not to offend anyone, and outside of the UK-American government protests, this brings me no pleasure. I feel it is a responsibility of a loyal citizen to monitor what these jackals are up to, and i do it with relish. 
Right now a lot of my issues are on my own doorstep, and to speak of them would cause the people I am not angry with pain. The people I would be talking to me would never get it in a million years. My Jim does so much for others and what does he get in return? short shrift.
DO not marry someone thinking they will change. When someone tells you who they are, listen. Many divorces and even marriages could be prevented if people "in love" could really look at one another.
Don't get involved with someone content to coast through life. The easy road is not always the best one. Woman or man up and face the truth. If nothing else be honest-that's is true love.
Don't marry someone who is dead spiritually, mentally or physically. Sex is not everything, but the lack of it leads to troubles you can't even imagine. Look at the family, it is no joke, you marry every one of them as well.
Learn to want the one you love to succeed as much as they do. If they are happy digging ditches learn how to dig ditches. Be interested in him even if his job bores you to tears.
Keep as fit as you are able. You don't need a FULL English breakfast every day, and beer never made anybody well. All things in moderation is more sensible and you will be here longer to enjoy the things you love.
Finally, don't marry someone who thinks you hunt haggis on a hill.
Nuff said.
Blessings.

the shame of the UK

Hello bad enough that Labour reared its ugly head, when they so obviously led us down the rose strewn path that caused us to be so vulnerable in this economy. They are hoping to sneak in like a fox in a hen house because we are tired of suffering. That was bad enough and shameful.

The real disgrace is those of you who could not be arsed to even vote. If you think your vote has no power tell it to the Conservative in Edinburgh shuffled out of her seat with out even a kiss. In Australia you have to explain why you did not vote or pay a big fine. Wouldn't you all go mental if we tried that. Then you would show up to turn that referendum down.

I believe we should vote on leaving the UK. I think it would be a fair vote if people turned out in numbers, then if we lost, so be it, but what if we lost because no one cared enough to attend the vote? Wouldn't Cameron get the last laugh then? Remember him, he's the fool who promised us a good deal if we stay, but would not give specifics(oh yeah, hell i trust him)NOT.

Shame on the voters for Labour and double shame if you did not turn out at all. I would prefer to lose to the majority than a few who can turn out people .

Blessings

a weird experiment.

Hello everyone. I have been feeling quite unwell and have no ambition to do anything but veg. This leaves my mind too much time to think, and here is what happened.
I changed my profile pic to Coretta Scott King, a woman i admire for having to guide her family after the assassination of her husband, Martin.
Then I changed it to Maya Angelou, the woman writer i respect more than any other. I felt these pics would speak for themselves, or people could ask me who they were, and thus open a dialogue.
Whilst playing an innocent game of computer Uno, I was quite startled when after i won a game another player called me a fat pig. I laughed at him, and then he called me a fat monkey. As an american i did not get the reference at first. Here in the UK when black footie players were first drafted, racist names were hurled and bananas thrown onto the pitch. Someone was referring indirectly to Maya as a monkey. And she was never near the game as far as i know.
This is May 2012, and we are no less ignorant than our parents and friends who tell little off-colour jokes and innuendos.
As soon as JIm comes home, I will change my pic with his help, maybe i can find a banana?
I am disgusted.
Blessings anyway.

May Day May Day

Hello fellow citizens, I know you are there I hear you breathing.
I have a friend who is in need of prayer. He has a mighty God, but he is a wee bit discouraged. There are no pertinent details except times are tough, and especially tough when your employer cannot give you what he promised and you fear your health insurance may lapse.
So please pray, I know he would for you.
And if you have a need, let me know, i am tied to my dialysis machine 12 hours a week plus an hour long car ride both ways. I have time to convert a small nation i believe, jk.
Meanwhile, so pray for him, and pray for me . Together we will observe miracles.
Blessings

a week later, sadder but wiser.

To protect people i love, I agreed to keep silent on a few things i knew, but felt the truth would do more harm than good. I could clear up so many things in one situation if I could just tell the truth. But I gave my word, and that is more sacred to me. When we were young we were punished more for lying than what we had originally done wrong.
In an unrelated matter, a friend of mine named John was recently railroaded by a group i respected. The worst part was that it was as obvious as a train wreck. A few prima donna's got their way, because they couldn't suck it up and play nice. Except for here, which no one reads, I stayed out of it.
The odd ting is i feel dishonest by keeping quiet. And what does JIm do? he comes home from the rugby telling me one of the guys likes me because I am so honest.
Really?
Or does no one ask me the right questions?
Murette and I are friends again, but I can't bring myself to speak to wrathy. The racism is so blatant and that is the height of ignorance to me. So i skip blogging and I am getting pretty inferior at Scrabble.
One does what one must. And i must away.
Blessings.