With Christ, all things are possible. From impossible to Godpossible.

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Wednesday's Word: The Refugee Crisis

cades cove, great smoky mountains

I see a lot of mixed commentary about the Syrian refugees. It is not an easy situation to assess, but I think I’ll weigh in, just the same.

Opinions are strong and diverse, and like all other issues, everyone thinks their own opinions are the right ones. The arguments range from Biblical quotes to terrorist statistics. There is a lot of fear, understandably so. There is some burying of the heads in sand, as well. I agree we should help when we can. Definitely, we should. Would I want someone to help me? Yes, I would. But, we cannot save the world.

Answer this:
How can we house/clothe/feed/provide medical care for thousands and thousands of Middle Eastern refugees when we can’t even take care of our veterans? HUD estimates over 49,000 homeless vets…and that doesn’t include over 500,000 homeless men, women, and children already here in addition to the veterans. Where’s the money coming from? Are we being good stewards of our money? The Bible tells us if we don’t take care of our own, we are worse than an infidel. (1 Timothy 5:8)

(I won’t even discuss how the US State department denied visas for persecuted Assyrian Christians…)

Money aside, are there any safeguards in place to ensure that in all the bringing of refugees, we aren’t giving terrorists a free ride? (Answer: No. States getting refugees aren’t given much information other than the number of bodies they are getting.) It’s a dangerous day in which we live, and we have to consider that we have had terrorist acts on our soil already. We do have a responsibility for our own safety. Reaping and sowing…you bring terrorists in, you reap destruction. It is my humble opinion that we fix the massive homeless problems we already have before adding tens of thousands more to the equation. Or, help the refugees build a safe refuge in their own country.

It would be dangerous thinking to believe that Islamic extremists wouldn’t use an opportunity such as this refugee crisis to gain entry on to American soil. If I were to speculate, I would say ISIS is already here. It all sounds so nice and pious on this side of the spectrum…let’s help all these refugees!…until we are looking at it from the same side Paris is now, or from the same side we were looking at it on September 12, 2001, or after the Boston marathon bombing (lest we forget the Tsarnaev brothers were reportedly refugees).

We must consider that we are no longer a Christian nation. Americans have repeatedly elected ungodly leaders, and the majority have essentially turned their backs on God. In doing such, Christians largely remain silent as we watch as our leaders make one detrimental decision after another for America, forgetting that God used the unjust and the ungodly to punish His children when they did not serve Him. We are NOT a nation so strong we can stand without God. God let the Children of Israel be taken captive for their disobedience. Do we really think America will escape if we do not repent? And we WILL repent, my friends. I just hope and pray it is before we are living in a war torn country.

For the stars of heaven and their constellations will not
flash forth their light; the sun will be dark when it rises 
and the moon will not shed its light. Thus I will punish 
the world for its evil and the wicked for their iniquity; I 
will also put an end to the arrogance of the proud and 
abase the haughtiness of the ruthless. I will make mortal 
man scarcer than pure gold And mankind than the gold of Ophir…
Isaiah 13

Monday, November 16, 2015

Monday Musings

somewhere in the great smoky mountains
My musings have been jumbled this morning, my thoughts bouncing from Paris, to Bernie Sanders, from Keely Mullen to people who profess Christianity but disagree with what the Bible states as sin. None of these topics are related other than they are current events...and they are just too heavy a discussion for such a fine Monday.   (Please continue to pray for Paris...I know I will be.)

If I were to choose one of the above subjects to talk about, it would be Keely Mullen. Just in case you missed it…she thinks she is entitled to free education, no education debt, and a $15 minimum wage for students who work on campus. I’d like to point out that many regular employees do not make that much!

The reason I won’t discuss Ms. Keely any further is because I cannot do so without “snarcasm” (snarky sarcasm), nor could I manage a kind attitude. My mom often told me, “If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.” I have not arrived there just yet, Mom.

Bernie Sanders is another one I can’t discuss without a measure of snarcasm because every time he opens his mouth, I wonder if anyone sane voted the man in office.

Instead…I’ll share this funny video of bad lip reading from the previous democratic debate…

There is also one for the Republican debate. You’ll have to forgive me, I find these “Bad Lip Reading” videos pretty comical for the most part...the one below is a little more juvenile in humor, but mostly funny.

I hope your Monday is a peaceful one.

Thursday, November 12, 2015

Thursday's Thoughts, DIAW, Y'all

the fungus among us
America has quite an epidemic of DIAW Syndome. People exhibit the disease every day, and every day there is a new victim….and the victim is not the one with the disease! I think I may be exhibiting a few symptoms of it myself! Why? Because I’m offended at the offended!

Casting my narrowed eyes 
toward the infected, I say, 
“I don’t want to be like them!”
(Funny how the acronym for people 
offended by offended people is POOP.)

Yes, this…this worm…seems to be taking America by storm! Actually, to call it a worm insults the worm.  We'll stick with fungus.
“Do I have it?” You ask yourself 
“How can I protect myself?” You wonder. 
“What IS IT?” you scream!

I will tell you!  It is having one’s Drawers in a Wad.

Nothing is safe from this wedgie effect.  From the Starbucks cup to the Washington Redskins; from a Target Christmas sweater to a racist Halloween! How about banned words like bossy, or “sorry not sorry,” because apologizing for not apologizing makes so much sense. Even pronouns are not safe! It may be offensive to be called “she” if one if female, or “he” if one is male.
an old fox squirrel 
And words! They can be so offensive! Here are a few examples for you to check your offended meter to see if you have DIAW symptoms because you feel personally insulted:
  • If someone says “black sheep” instead of “outcast.”
  • If someone says “guys” instead of “friends” or “folks”
  • If someone says “girls” instead of “women”
  • “Failure” instead of “non-traditional success”
  • “Manhole” instead of “utility hole.”
  • “Fat” instead of “person of substance” or “horizontally challenged.”
If I were get to the real nitty gritty, I’d throw this out there:
  • If someone suggests “adoption” instead of “abortion.”
  • If someone believes “creation” instead of “evolution.”
  • If someone is “conservative” instead of “liberal.”
But I won’t go there. That might bring some seriousness into my post.

more fungus (of course it would be in my own back yard!)
People who have DIAW waste a huge amount of precious time carefully watching and listening for the next offense, and too many want a piece of Offended Pie. The First Amendment doesn’t mean you will like everything you hear others say, but it does mean they get to say it. And when they say it, and you don’t like it, that doesn’t always make them racist, discriminatory, or prejudicial. Tolerance doesn’t mean you have to bring them around to you way of thinking. That, my friends, is pseudo-tolerance.

If you find yourself offended every day by what others say,
you are paying too much attention to others' words.
Disengage! Walk away! 
 Go have some fun somewhere!

cataloochee valley elk (GSM)
Is it more acceptable for a person to act like an idiot than it is for someone to point out that they are idiotic?  (And then be left to wonder if it’s really just an act.)  My first instinct for the is to help them in their offense, because if some whines about some silly word like “bossy,” I find I want to toss it into my conversation as much as possible.  I don’t always act on my first thoughts, thankfully.

What should we do when confronted with someone who is in obvious throes of DIAW?  Rise above it.  Ignore them if you can.  If not, treat them with respect, or just take them to Starbucks because, as we all know, the most important thing that happened this week was a red Starbucks cup.

If you are local...in or around the Shoals area...check OB's post on this place in Rogersville HERE and HERE

Monday, November 9, 2015

Monday Musings

Great Smoky Mountains Scenery (Circa 2006) ...Have I ever mentioned how I love that place?

It’s Monday. Monday is the day each week when fat folks give thought to starting a diet. Sometimes it’s only a thought, other times, there is some success, albeit that success is often limited. I thought about it this morning. I haven’t acted on it one way or the other. I vacillate between “I ain’t never doing that again!” and “Maybe I should…”

Something I wish I’d known years ago: If a chronic dieter had lost only 2 pounds per month, every month for the last five years (you know, those five years we spent alternating between binges and diets, losses and gain, tears and celebration) she would have lost 120 pounds. Anyone can lose 2 pounds a month…without extreme dieting or extreme exercise! Or…a five pound loss per month for two years? Yep, 120 pounds!

I’m looking around for my passion. I haven’t seen it in so many years I am not sure I ever had it. The novels I’m going to write are still in my head, and I am certain there are more than one!

I have been batting around an idea for the 2016 A to Z Challenge. I am thinking of writing that unwritten novel (well…it would be more like excerpts of it, but serial short stories.) What do you think? Good idea or lamebrain? Maybe if I began actually writing it, I would gain passion for it.

I did agree to do a series on Esther for the Ladies Group at my Mom’s church in January. Maybe I’ll develop a passion for teaching. Then again, maybe they’ll never ask me to teach again. We’ll see. I love the story of Esther. It has all the necessary elements for a fine novel, and it is a true story!

I am looking for a good app to aid in memorizing scripture. Do you use or know of one?   I have trouble remembering my age at time...that might not be so much of an exaggeration.

Have a good week, y’all.

Monday, November 2, 2015

What Have I Done?

I'm not overly fond of the look of my blog…but I think it’s just too early for Christmas décor…of course, retail is not worried! I probably won’t be too worried in a week or two, myself.   I've been a long time away from this blog, but I have worked on the motif for the last few weeks, changing and tweaking, getting ready to start writing in it again.

The spider, the Ol’ Brown Recluse, is back. I’ve been designing new ones…what do you think?

Traditional Christmas Colors

It is almost alarming how quickly time is passing. In my youth, the wait between January and November seemed as if it were five years, now it seems like all of five weeks! It is now November and what have I accomplished for 2105? Not much. My books are still not written, my blogs lie dormant, I’ve found most of the weight I lost (I suppose that could be an accomplishment), and my house still needs its spring cleaning.

I have decided to dedicate a little time out of my days to write. Something. Anything. I may or may not post what I write, but I have found in the last few months that the longer I don’t write, the easier it becomes to lay aside my God-given talent and waste away the days doing mindless tasks. Not that I have all that much to say, as this particular post proves.

I love Fall, the anticipation of the colors of fall, and my annual Great Smoky Mountain trip to see the mountains alive with vibrant hues. This year, I made the trip a little too early and saw mostly shades of green. It was beautiful nonetheless. Now we are sliding right into my most favorite time of the year, “The Holidays!” I worked retail years ago, and November/December were merely blurs. Now I have more time to enjoy the season, and enjoy my family.

With my parents aging and my realization that life really is but a vapor, I find myself wanting to drink in every memory, every tradition (though we really don’t have set traditions in my family). We meet, we eat, we visit; we go about our business. But that is our tradition. At Christmas, we open gifts as well. We catch up with one another, laugh, joke, pick at each other, and comment how we should get together more often throughout the year.

I am not arrogant enough to not know that I am blessed beyond measure. God has given me a wonderful family. My little parents are still together pushing 60 years of marriage, both are alive and in reasonably good health. My entire family are free from catastrophic disease, though we do suffer with health issues here and there, we are blessed.

I know that Christmastime can be too busy (and therefore less enjoyable) for some. I know that people are missing those who have passed and won’t be here for the holidays, and grief is often compounded during November and December. I also know that money (or lack thereof) can be a real issue for some. But I hope you find rest in the midst of the busyness, and peace fills the empty places your heart.

Happy November, my friends.

Monday, September 14, 2015

And She's Back...

....she hopes!

If you get a notification for this blog, please drop me a comment so I will know the custom domain is once again working.

Friday, March 28, 2014


Hello, All!

Because of all the issues since the loss of my domain name, 
Margaret's Musings has moved...

Please come visit me at my new home:

I'm looking forward to seeing you there!

Thursday, March 13, 2014

Thursday Thoughts

I've had a lot of jobs in my life time...more than my fair share.   Here are ten things I have learned...not necessarily the top ten.  They are in no particular order.

  • The ones making the most money are not always the most knowledgeable or the hardest working folks in the group. 
  • There seems to always be “one” in every group who keeps getting all the breaks/raises/pats on the back, even though everyone (except the one handing out the rewards) knows they don’t deserve it.
  • There will always be one person who drives you crazy.  Hopefully, that person won’t be the boss. 
  • There will always be change.   Often, the changes will get changed before the change takes place.
  • The sign of a good manager is when your staff respects and likes you.   It’s an added bonus when your coworkers like you, as well. 
  • Respect is never given when it’s demanded.  What you have in that situation is pretense and bad attitudes.  Respect is earned.
  • It often takes more than just being the “most qualified” to get a job.  A really smooth interview or an immediate connection with the prospective employer often outweigh good qualifications.  Then there’s who you know…
  • If you have a job, be thankful…even if you don’t like it or are treated unfairly.  There are many people who would love to have your job and not have to worry about making the house payment or feeding the kids.
  • When in the presence of the Office Gossip, keep your eyes and ears open, but your mouth shut.  You are standing in muck, after all.  
  • None of us are indispensable.  

Have a great Thursday!

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Son of God

I went to see Son of God last night.   I was a little disturbed.

When Roma Downey and friends put together the Bible TV series, I watched the first hour and saw so many inaccuracies that I didn’t watch the whole series.   It is a shame when a group has a platform to reach the world for Christ and chooses to omit/alter what the Bible clearly states.  I don’t think even the timeline of the Bible should be changed, much less a storyline.   Leaving out pertinent details is just as wrong.   If I didn’t already know Christ, I believe I would have left the theater in confusion as to why He was crucified on the Cross.   Above all, the reason Jesus came to die on the cross should have been clearly covered.   There was no explanation of the gift given to us on Calvary’s Hill, nor how His shed blood saved us.  Other than Jesus placing a quick kiss on the cross as he carried it and a quote of John 3:16, salvation was largely ignored.

I know some people have been awe-inspired by this movie, but sadly, it is a watered down imitation of God’s truth.   I’m not saying the movie was a colossal waste of time and had no truth in it (there were definitely tears shed).  But I am saying that you cannot blatantly change a Bible account and call it truth.   What Jesus did when He walked on this earth should be told exactly how it happened.   His actions were according to God’s plan and need no tweaking or modification. 

There are a few more movies coming out in the next month or two I’d like to see:   “God’s Not Dead” and “Heaven Is For Real.”   I think I’ll pass on “Noah,” I think it may be too Hollywood for me to thoroughly enjoy.   It’s not like these people are changing a book of fiction…they are attempting to alter the Word of God!   

A case like this is just one more reason to study your Bible.   Memorize what’s in those pages…get the Word into your heart and soul so that you are full of the Truth, and you will immediately recognize a counterfeit story when it crosses your path.

Monday, February 24, 2014

Monday Musings...The Snark Edition

Dear Student:
I felt so sorry for you. All you could do was lie there and cuss, and cuss you did! I know that really hurt. But…uhm…if you’d been watching where you were walking instead of texting, I am almost certain you would have seen the little brick wall that nearly broke your shin bone...because, after all, in your lack of paying attention, you had veered completely off the sidewalk.

Dear Melissa Harris-Perry:
Good grief! You reproduced! Lord, help us all!

Dear Jimmy Fallon:
I get you and Jimmy Kimmel mixed up. Which one of you took Jay Leno’s spot again?

Dear Huff Post:
Why is it that when someone “comes out,” it is headline news for days and days? Is this really any of anyone’s business?

Dear Parent:
Sometimes kids just turn out good despite your lack of effort. I can’t explain it, same way I can’t explain the best intentions produce some troubled teens/adults.

Dear Piers Morgan:
Good riddance! TaTa! Skidaddle! Be gone, and be gone quickly! So happy to be rid of you! Go home! Please don’t come back.

Dear Nashville:
Sorry about all those germs I brought you over the weekend. I really intended to feel much better…I even took a needle in the derrière to speed up recovery (only it didn’t)…and then I picked up something else on top of the cold I already had by the time I got there.

Dear Nashville Relatives:
Yeah…you wouldn’t have enjoyed my company.

Dear Hand Santizer:
I realized as I was slathering up my hands that *I* was the germy one.

Dear Sister:
Don’t tell me! I don’t believe that if I wasn’t using so much hand sanitizer I might not be sick. I haven’t been sick in a good while, but when I do it, I apparently like to do it double-whammy style.

Have a great week, Y’all!

Thursday, February 13, 2014


My Back Yard

Ole boy and I often eat our dinner in a restaurant.  Last Friday night, we hit the Chinese buffet.  (Obviously, I’m not low-carbing it lately…and my MayPop jeans are showing it!  They may pop anytime!)   I didn’t eat as much as I usually do, and the half-eaten egg roll and left over few pieces of shrimp went into a sandwich bag I happened to have for Mr. Gibbs and Roscoe.  I should have realized something was up when the manager (owner?) came over to my table to ask, in his heavily accented English, if everything was OK, and if I needed a “to go” box.   They had never done that before.  

When we got up to pay, Ole Boy went to the register and I stood near the door, but I noticed that same manager-person gesturing my way.   I walked over to see what was going on.  Ole Boy was having a hard time understanding him, but I caught that he was going to charge extra for my meal.  Neither of us could figure out what he was talking about (especially since I ate less that I normally do, and I was not the biggest person in the place!).  I finally figured out it was because I’d put those few left-overs in my “doggie bag.”   I pulled it out to show him it was just a few half eaten morsels.   He then calmed down and didn’t charge extra.  But I was really embarrassed...there's no telling what the other customer's were thinking about the commotion.  Probably won’t go there again for a good long while…which will be a handy tool for staying low carb.  Ole Boy and I have had a few giggles about it...I just hope no one thought I was trying to steal food.
Ole boy and I were discussing what to do for my upcoming birthday weekend.   “After all,” he said, “how many times do you turn 50?”    “That depends,” I said, “on how many times I lie about it.”   (I think I might possibly lie about my age if it wasn't a sin.)   I haven’t seriously lied about my age in a good many years…though having to say "I’m 50" might tempt me a little.  Maybe I will just cast looks of great disdain to anyone who would dare to ask my age.      
I am disappointed in my lack of snow.   I often say that if the weather man calls for it, we don’t get it; if they say “no accumulation,” that’s when we get it.   Case in point, the last few days:   Monday night they said “little or nothing” and we got nearly two inches (certainly enough to close the schools and half the town).   Last night and today they said 3 to 5 inches…we’ve barely got a wet dusting.   I remember one instance when snow wasn’t even mentioned in the forecast.  I was on my way to work and it was snowing the biggest flakes…so pretty!  And it snowed a good five inches that day. 

These are shots from other years, because 
there not much to photograph around here today.

The (frozen) Rock Pile...TVA Reservation

Winter Wonderland somewhere in Southern Tennessee


Saturday, February 8, 2014

Friday, February 7, 2014

Flashback Friday

Remember that bad mood I mentioned?  I still have it.   If you read this whole post, you may end up in a bad mood, too.   Be forewarned. 

UNA snow...a few years ago
Rememberwhen I mentioned losing my custom domain name?  It’s still causing me issues, and I still hate Google.   Now, I find out that all my links to other pages in my blog are broken.   I fix them as I find them, but I link back to prior posts a lot.   And I find that everyone “following” me before the Google-debacle no longer gets notification that I’ve posted.   For those who signed up for email updates before…I don’t know if they still get those updates.   At this point, I’m doubting it.  I am seriously thinking of changing to WordPress. 

UNA Snow...it was an unexpected big one
Remember that low carb new lifestyle I embarked upon?   Yeah.  That is mostly a memory these days. 

Remember mytorn fingernail I mentioned yesterday?   This morning, I smashed my pinky while putting wood in the fireplace.  You’d be surprised to know how much one uses a pinky while typing.   It’s painfully noticeable to me today.
Cades Cove, Great Smoky Mountains (I caught
that bird just one second before he flew away.)
I hope that America makes some smarter choices on the next two elections.   VP Biden can’t think of “any obvious reason to not run for president.”  Really, he said that.   Then again, we do have to consider the chosen leaders that keep getting elected…no wonder he can’t think of any good reason.   America is in a mess, and deception abounds.  Thrives.  Flourishes. Proliferates.  Pontificates lies and distortions of truth.   I find it astounding (and disturbing) that Christians voted for the current administration.  Twice. 

The heaviness of the paragraph above lends to my bad mood.  Every news source is just more of the same sensationalized stories, and there is rarely any good news reported, even on Christian news sites.  I am so thankful that I know Jesus, because if I didn’t and had to live in this world, I believe I would be overwhelmed with the confusion and disorder.   I will spare you any further political rant in this post…but you know I will touch on it again.  Too many Christians are silent about what is happening in America, and mistakenly believe that God and government do not need to mix.

If you ever doubt America is drowning in deception, just read the comments on any online news source. 
My backyard...snow from a years ago
My final Friday Flashback…a previous post from 2011

Shutting out current events and closing my eyes, I go back to being a carefree little girl with flowing brown hair and cat-eyed glasses.   I remember how pleased I was for a nickel reward, which meant five pieces of bubble gum, which would promptly all go into my mouth.   The biggest bubbles could only be blown with a mouthful of gum!   A nickel would also buy a six ounce Coke if you went to Underwood Elementary.  Five cents would buy at least five pieces of candy, or a little box that held even more.  My shielded world consisted of family, church, school, and my little circle of friends.  

This morning, I long for a simpler day…

…back to the time where the biggest problem I had was not being able to find my glasses.   (To this day, certain relatives won’t let me live one particular incident down, when I put them in my grandfather’s denture container…which truly grosses me out now...and all my cousins were enlisted to help find them.  No one did until Grandpa took his teeth out that night.)   In those days, spending the night with Lisa or Tammy was all the entertainment I needed, and entertained I was.  There was no need for Wii, Nintendo, or DX games.   We had Monopoly, Parcheesi, Chinese Checkers and Barbie.  Before cell phones took parents away from small children, I could talk to my mom in the car, and she talked back to me.   It breaks my heart to see so many parents ignoring their children as they do everything with a phone stuck to their ear. 

Oh, how I long for a simpler day…a nickel day…when life was less hectic, less demanding; quieter in my little world. 

I hope your day is a Nickel Day…

My backyard

Thursday, February 6, 2014

Thursday's Thoughts

:::Yawn:::  I love my dogs…but.   
(Not to be confused with loving my dog's butt.

Two nights ago, Roscoe (aka Rocco) kept waking me up whining because he wanted treats.   Spoiled!   He did get one, but apparently he wanted to pull a Margaret and binge.   He wasn’t allowed the opportunity; hence the whining.   Last night, I stepped outside around 3 a.m. to get another log for the fire, and both Rocco and Mr. Gibbs followed me out.   They immediately spied some intruder (neighborhood dog, I suspect) and before long, the whole neighborhood was awake.  Except Ole Boy…because he can sleep through an earthquake that happens after the tornado that he also slept through.

After I finally got the dogs back in the house, I said something to Ole Boy that wasn't very nice, because I thought he was still in bed after all the commotion.  Imagine my surprise when he answered...he had finally decided to wake up.

This long, cold winter is wearing me out. :::shiverMeTimbers::: And my dry skin!  I need spring!  

I’ve had a case of the mully-grubs lately.  I’m not sure if it’s the cold or my upcoming birthday.   I really thought I wasn’t going to have any issues with turning 50…after all, I am actually admitting my age this year.  But I did have a moment of panic when the work email went out that we would be having my “Big O” party this month.  That was the first time I’d felt a little angst.  Then Ole Boy mentioned something about “no longer being in my forties.”  Yeah, that didn't help.  Then I tripped going down the stairs at work and broke a fingernail when I caught myself on the railing...which really isn't a big deal, especially when you consider that I didn't fall down the stairs...but it made me tear up anyway.   That's when I decided to place blame on my birthday.  Ding Dang 50's.

So when I noticed that I was irritable and whiny (ok, more irritable and whiny than usual) I consoled myself by formulating some snarky blog posts in my head that included things like: 

Dear Lady:
You are too old to wear a skirt that short.  And it’s way-yonder too cold for that!

Dear Person:
You must be talking in circles, or I am hearing in squares, because that just sounds stupid.

Dear Other Person:
Please shut up.  I feel assaulted.

You get the idea.  And some of the things I wanted to say weren't nice at all…you know, like the nice things I said above. 

So, yeah.  My birthday.  This cold weather.   My normal attitude.   Probably not a good combination.   I should doodle more and think less.   Here’s a doodle I did some months ago.  I was surfing the net looking at other people’s doodles, and came across several that looked like this…so I did one for myself.     

If I could figure out Picasa, I would have cropped and framed it...
it's in a bound graph-paper book, so it was a little difficult to scan.

Have a great day!

Monday, January 27, 2014

Monday Musings: My Head Noise Edition

Proudly, I… …didn’t watch the Grammys.  Not much there for me, at all!   But since I do live in this world, I couldn’t help but catch clips and comments.   I do not understand the fascination with Beyonce, (even less so with Jay Z), and I think I was subjected to more of her butt on that clip (that I can’t unsee) than I was of Miley’s. (shudder)  

Nothing to say… …to certain people while they ramble.  Usually, I just smile and nod.  Sometimes, I’m not able to pull off a smile or a nod, so I just shade my head in disbelief.   To the rambler, it all looks the same.

Explanation to… …a dear lady, not understanding the workings of email, Facebook, and the internet in general, asked me if an email conversation could be viewed by anyone on the internet.   I have to tell her, “No, it’s just between the folks emailing each other…and the government.”  

I’d like to complain… …about these repeated cold snaps; but instead, I believe I will give thanks that it’s not any worse than it is, and say a prayer for those above us.   (Didn’t I have this same thought just last week?)  

Sarcastic thing I didn’t say… …to the student who decided she’d just keep her hands germy instead of using hand sanitizer (when a sink and soap wasn’t readily available) because she didn’t want “little dead germ carcasses” on her hands:  “Not only are you redundant, but I can see why you think ‘dead carcass’ germs are worse than live flu germs.”

Other things I didn’t say this week...well, not within earshot, anyway:
  • Put a coat on that baby!  Don’t you feel that cold wind?!
  • Visit with your friends later…right now, the light is green!  Go, go, GO!
  • Get off the phone and drive!
  • Quit texting and drive!
  • Aaargggg!!!