Thursday, December 31, 2009

Weight Loss Saga: The Victory Chapter


This New Year’s Eve, I pledge to give the first 21 days of 2010 to God.   I will abstain from sugar (a major weakness…I have others).   I will abstain from mindless computer games and internet surfing, and will not replace it with mindless television.   I will reread “Battlefield of the Mind” by Joyce Meyer.  Above all, I will spend more time getting to know Jesus by studying the Bible. 

What could have been another chapter of a weight loss saga will now be my Chapter of Victory.   I have faith in Christ for my freedom from the bonds of compulsive eating.   Since faith without works is dead, today, with God’s help, I will make better choices.   I will not binge.  I will spend more time getting to know Him.  


It's the last day of 2009,
but it's the first day of the rest of our lives!

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Short Road Trip

Ole Boy and I took a short run to Indiana to see his daughter.   We took the boys with us.   On the ride up, it wasn't too long before both of them fell asleep.  After about an hour, Devon, 7, woke up.   He looked over at Ashton, 6, still sound asleep, and said in amazement, "Ashton is already asleep!" 

I didn't tell him he just woke up.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

He thinks about me!


I was blog-hopping one night, and I came across Crystal's blog, "Be The Change You Want to See" (LOVE that title!). I landed on an entry named Beauty and Gratitude, and thought her list was just so poetic!  I emailed her and asked if she minded if I wrote a poem using some of her lines.  She didn't, so I did, and here it is:

How He Loves Me Still


Oh, how He loves me, He knows my every prayer,
Lavishing gifts of beauty that surround me everywhere.
Clouds tinted pink from a glowing sunrise,
The sheer intensity of the purple evening skies.
Like a billowing breeze blowing countless falling leaves,
Countless are His thoughts that He thinks about me!
Gently invading daybreak with a regally creeping sun
‘Til a burst of fire lights my day, crowning the horizon.
Trees with leafless branches reaching toward the sky,
Remind me to praise Him with my own hands held high.
Sometimes I stumble and fall from His will,
Ah, though He knows me, He loves me still.


Friday, December 18, 2009

No Good Deed and all that....

I happened to remember that I had put a lot of my photos of local shots on Facebook! I am now in possession of a few of my “lost” photos…and since I’m so happy, I’ll share some, all from Deibert Park.



I've never been able to capture this spot quite like this again.


Green Heron


Sea Gull
and a Flock of Sea Gulls


Interesting Story…

Ole Boy works on computer/office equipment. That’s what he does. He keeps the computers running for a lady who has a local business, and several rental houses. She had one of her renters evicted, and when they left, they left a couple of laptops, which she gave to Ole Boy, telling him that he might be able to “use some parts” from them. One of them was obviously broken, with a crack in the screen. The other one was in fairly good condition. 

Ole Boy had to order a charger in order to get it up and running. He also spent a little time repairing minor issues. Got into it, figured out it belonged to a local college student, and we decided that we should try to contact her and give it back to her.  We didn’t know if she’d lost it, left it somewhere, or if it had been stolen.  (My guess was that it had been stolen and abandoned.)  But for all we knew, she was the one evicted and left it at the house, and the landlord then had the right to do whatever she pleased with it...which was give it to Ole Boy.

I looked up the name/address we found in the computer in our local phone book. Nothing. I got online and found the name and address, no phone number. Spent a little time looking for the chick in various places, and finally found a name/area on Facebook that matched who I was looking for, and I contacted her. I’ll call her Buffy.

Facebook Email dialog:
Me: Hi, Are you missing a computer?”
Buffy: “yes, why?”
Me: “I have one I think belongs to you.”
Buffy: “What’s your number?”
Me: I gave it to her. Probably not some of my better thinking.  I never...well, rarely give out my cell phone number.   Wish I'd thought better about that!

Telephone Conversation:
Buffy: “Hey”
Me: “Hey?”
Buffy: “It’s Buffy!”
Me: “Ah, yes. We’ve come across a computer that we think belongs to you.” Then, in an effort to get a little further information and ascertain I indeed did have the right person, I said, “Did you lose your computer?"
Buffy: “My house was broken into, and it was stolen.” She then described it to a tee, and I’m satisfied it was hers.
Me: “Yes, that does sound like the one we have.”
Buffy: “I’m out of town until late Saturday night or Sunday. Can I meet you somewhere and get it?”
(This is an important factor…keep in mind that she asked me if she could pick it up on Sunday.)
Me: “Sure, give me a call when you get back into town.”
Buffy: “Thank you!!”
Me: “You’re very welcome.”


About 20 minutes later, I get a phone call on my private cell phone from the local police department. Detective SmartyPants wanted me to "explain how I came to have Miss Buffy’s computer." I was a little…unnerved.  (My mind was trying to wrap around the fact that Buffy had called the police and given them my cell phone number without even asking me if I minded, or giving me the opportunity to contact them.  She could have told me.  She had my FB info, my phone number, my workplace.   I obviously wasn't the criminal.  Just sayin')  I told the man what I knew…but I didn’t have any of the details. I had no names, no address where the thing had been abandoned, but I told him what I knew, which admittedly wasn't much.


Det. SmartyPants “Where are you so that I can come pick this computer up and get it back to Miss Buffy?”
Me: “I’m at work right now.”
Det. SmartyPants: “You mean you don’t have it with you??!!”
Me: “Uhm, no.”
Det. SmartyPants: “When can you get it to me?”
Me: Silence…I was pretty dumbfounded at everything that was transpiring. Didn’t know what to say. Was trying to think of something. Was also a little miffed.
Det. SmartyPants: “Here’s my name and number. You can call me when you are available to meet me with it.”
Me: “Fine.”

I then got back on to Facebook and sent Buffy a message: “Wow, no good deed goes unpunished.”

Three minutes later, my phone rings again. Its Det. Smartypants demanding to know why I am on Facebook “threatening the victim.”

Me: "I didn’t threaten her. I merely said that no good deed goes unpunished. I think chick could have given me a heads up that I would be getting a call from the police. I was, after all, trying to give her back what I think is hers…I'm trying to do the right thing here.”

You know, if he’d been nice from the beginning….he wasn’t...he was rude.  Accusatory.  Abrasive.  Presumptuous.  Not nice.

Det. Smarty Pants: “…after all, she’s the victim. She doesn’t know you from Adam, and you call her (I didn’t call her) and tell her to meet you ON A SUNDAY (I never told her to meet me anywhere or at any time, and Sunday is different than Monday??) and you think she shouldn’t call the police?  Why wouldn't she call the police??”
Me: "I never told her to meet me on a Sunday, that was HER idea.  I told her where I worked, and was willing to let her pick it up here.  Like I said, no good deed goes unpunished and this phone call is proving it."
Det. Smarty Pants: "I just don’t understand your attitude. You act like victim has done something wrong….blah blah blah"

What? He was acting like *I* had something wrong! I hung up on him..though to be honest, I think he was hanging up on me as I was hanging up on him.

I called Ole Boy and told him what was going on, and he got Det. SmartyPant’s name and number and called him, and took him both computers. I want you to know, Det. SmartyPants was sweeter than sugar to Ole Boy.

I'll probably think twice about good deeds in the future.
Grrrrr
Double Grrrr to Buffy and Det. SmartyPants.


UPDATE:   This morning I find that Buffy has added me as a friend on Facebook!    ????   

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Hump Day

I lost everything on my computer...two hard drives worth.   Never buy Lenovo.   It's all because of a stupid partition giving me a very small C drive.   Anyway, I had a pretty good back up for every thing except my pictures taken in 2008 and 2009.   No telling what else...I'm sure I'll discover it as I go along.  

I'm having to buy Photoshop again....but it's on sale and it's a newer version, I'm not too upset about that.   HATE it about my pictures.

I do still have my camera card from my last Gatlinburg trip.   But that wasn't the best photo op I've had in Tennessee.

I'm trying not to think about it.   The more I remember about what was on that drive, the worse I feel.

I need some proper sympathy.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

My Angels


Meet the Grandchildren

 Devon on Hippie Day, and just being his Cool Self

When Devon Jeremiah (Jeremiah means "God will raise up; God will set free) was 4 months old he developed a painful knot in his leg. Over the next two days, it tripled in size. His local pediatrician diagnosed him with sarcoma and sent him to St. Jude's Children's Hospital in Memphis, TN (WONDERFUL, wonderful place). He was diagnosed with sarcoma there, as well.  (The absolute worst day of my life was when my daughter called me from Memphis to tell me that the doctors had diagnosed cancer there, too.  I had been there with her for the first few days, but had come home to finish the work week out and go back on the weekend.  I was at work, I hated that she was over three hours away from me.   I remember holding it together while she was telling me, promising her that I was on my way.   I remember calling my mom and losing it...even now, I can't type this without crying, knowing that I had a happy ending!) His blood count was very low, and he was given a blood transfusion. They did a biopsy of his knot, and put a chemo port in his little chest. All this was going on over the course of a week or so.... doctors were getting ready to do surgery, and realized, finally, that the child didn't have one cancer cell in his biopsy.

I have to tell you that there had been a LOT of prayer about our situation. I truly do not know if there were originally cancer cells found or not, or if cancer was just the assumption. But, we were back to square one, not knowing what we were dealing with.

The doctors started going back over his medical history (remember he was only 4 months old) and realized that just before the knot formed, he'd been given a shot of Rocephin in his leg, for a 104° fever that wouldn't break. With that information, they figured out that he had a hematoma from the needle sticking into a muscle, not sarcoma, and the origin was no Factor 8 (the clotting factor) in his blood. His diagnosis was changed from sarcoma to hemophilia. The port in his chest was then used to supply him with Factor 8 instead of chemo. He is now a healthy, handsome 7 year old, getting factor when he needs it, for cuts that won’t stop bleeding, or knots and bruises that bleed internally.






Ashton's Cool and Handsome Self

When Ashton came along....very early...(for one day in his life, he weighed a mere 1.15 lbs., about as big as a package of baby wipes) life was rough enough without having the added issue of hemophilia.  He was born with a bleed in his brain which God mercifully cleared up.  He became very sick and lethargic and could not even be fed through a feeding tube because the residual was so bad.  At the tender age of 1 month 2 weeks old, and under three pounds, he started moving and wiggling, and moved himself up onto his knees. He came home after several months in NICU (neonatal intensive care unit).  Almost a month after his extended hospital stay, they went back to the hospital for a visit, and he seized up and stopped breathing.  Thank God they were at the hospital, or he would have died!  A man stood over him for an hour or more manually pumping air into his little body until they got a machine to do it that fit his size.  

He couldn't talk when he should have been able to, so he was given speech therapy.   He is now the most lively, energetic, talkative and healthy little boy in the world. Lucas (his middle name) means giver of light. Well, wouldn't you think so?! He is an inspiration. Never give up! 


Then there was Samara (the name means "Protected by God")…the picture of health and beauty since Day One. She is now three, and our little princess…at least that’s what she tells us..and it's what we believe!



Sunday, December 6, 2009

The Sacrifice of the The Cross

The Greater Love
The Sacrifice of the Cross

I knelt at the altar in an unworthy state
My misery fell in tears, an opened floodgate
So undeserving to even bow at His throne
I had made a decision, but I didn't do it alone.

Difficult it was to kneel before the King
For I knew I was sullied, defiled, and unclean.
My life was tumultuous, my choices unwise
But kneeling at the altar, God heard my cries.

Oh, so unworthy to call on His Name
But there at the altar, love overcame!
Blood shed by Him paid the price long ago,
Although undeserving, I was made whiter than snow.

The enemy lost, many years he has striven,
For Mercy was abundant, my every sin is forgiven
I have been washed by the blood of the Lamb
Saved by Jehovah God, the Great I AM.

I had made a decision, but I didn’t make it alone,
My Father called; He is now my Cornerstone
And because I knelt, because I called on His Name,
The greater love, the Cross, was not in vain.



Greater love hath no man than this,
That a man lay down his life for his friends.
John 15:13

~Margaret

Thursday, December 3, 2009

My Blue Eyed Wonder


My Little Blue Eyed Wonder
(A Mother's Lament)


I should have spent more time 
With my little blue eyed wonder.
Does she know how much I love her, 
Or does she think I shunned her?

My little blue eyed wonder, 
My heaven here on Earth,
I've loved her more than life itself 
Since before her day of birth.

I wish I could just hold her hand 
And take her into time,
To show her just how much 
Her life is intertwined in mine.

I don't have the words I need 
To tell her all she needs to know,
But some things just can't be told, 
She'll have to live to grow.

If I had a perfect world 
And just one life to give,
I would give it to my blue eyed girl, 
And there in peace she'd live.

But my world is not perfect, 
Though my heart is filled with love
For my little blue eyed wonder 
Sent to me from up above.

You brighten even sad days, 
My little blue eyed child...
For often when I think of you, 
I realize I've just smiled.


~Mom

Written when my daughter was going through some very rough teenage years.
I love that Girl!

Wrap Your Mind Around This.

(From an old, but dazzling, email I have stored.)


Beyond our sun is a big universe...




Antares is the 15th brightest start in the sky. 
It is more than 1000 light years away.
How big are we?
And yet, Someone knows how many hairs are on your head,
and not even a single sparrow dies apart from His will (Mt 10:29-31)!

My Own Added Thoughts...
I spoke with the Creator this morning...
Did you know He thinks about ME?

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Tuesday's Woes


A Retraction
Regarding my previous entry, I sent Ole Boy a picture of the “thing” in my water yesterday.   The joke was on me.   Appears Ole Boy heeded my "that plant needs something" comment and threw a fertilizer stick in a bottle of water "to dissolve" and PUT IT IN THE FRIDGE!!???!!    I guess I should explain to him how to (1) use the sticks (stick in the soil, water, and let it slowly dissolve), and (2) to be wise about where you put potentially dangerous things I might attempt to digest!    After grossing out the entire office, I had to tell them what it really was in my water.   We had a good laugh, then later…. I picked up (for the THIRD time) some left over Halloween bubble gum from the secretary’s desk and chewed it.     Unbeknownst to me, the bubble gum squirted out blue goo and turned my tongue and teeth blue.   Again, THREE times I did this before I noticed I was a sickly blue hue!  The secretary accused me of drinking the fertilizer water.  I brought a nice, clean, seal unbroken bottle of water today.   (I don’t know why I didn’t notice the broken seal yesterday.   I guess I was too grossed out.)

Dieting
A diet is a vain hope for losing weight.   For me anyway.   I’ve tried most of them at least five times.   Some of them were such bad experiences I only did them once.   One of those was “The Rice Diet.”   This is an almost salt free attempt.    The pounds will come off, no doubt.   Do you have any idea how insanely good Mexican tastes after a week of extremely low sodium?    It’s like a taste explosion!   Another one-timer was called (I think) the Mayo Clinic diet.     You get very little to eat:  an egg, a banana, a piece of toast, cottage cheese, and a few other equally bland items for three days; then eat “normally” for four days and lose 40 lbs in a month.   Apparently they had no clue what my normal was.    I did lose 10 lbs in three days.   I think I gained 12 in the four “normal days.”   Why bring this up?   Because it’s December 1.   I’d like to get a head start on the infamous New Year’s Resolution Diet (which generally is late getting started and lasts no longer than any other attempt.)

Why start today on a diet you can put off until tomorrow, or Monday, or the first of the month, or after the holiday, or…or… or…    My “grown-up Christmas list” includes being able to say on January 1, 2010, that I lost weight in December.    



Time to get to work...until later...

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Kseniya Simonova's Amazing Sand Drawing

If you haven't seen this video yet, you should watch it....amazing!


The Potter's Hand

The Potter's Hand

Standing and waiting, as broken as the day
Head bowed low, I’ve even no more to pray
Having done all, I’m silent and still
As I yield to the Potter as clay on His wheel.
Damaged and marred by the world’s cruel drought
Aware that even I would have thrown me out
Weary and willing, I now yield control
And in the Potter’s hands, finally I’m whole.
~Margaret



The Shoals, Alabama

Friday, November 27, 2009

Carol of the Bells

I love this video!




Movie Review

I mentioned in a previous post that I had a home work assignment in my Advanced Composition class of doing a movie review....and here it is, The Brown Recluse first ever Movie Review:

    Jim Carrey’s whacky and extraordinary extroverted antics have dominated every movie in which he’s starred. By the age of ten years, he was a seasoned attention-getter, performing for anyone who would watch him. He even mailed a resume to The Carol Burnett Show. In junior high, if he could make it though the school day without an eruption, he was given an opportunity to do stand-up routines for a few minutes at the end of class. In typical Carrey fashion, “A Christmas Carol” was energetic to the point of hectic from beginning to end.  

    Director Robert Zemeckis (The Polar Express, Who Framed Roger Rabbit), who also wrote the screenplay, showcased his special effects genius, weaving the animation so well that one can sometimes forget it’s animation and not real actors on the screen. Rated PG for scary images, this Disney production is currently showing at the Carmike Theater. It is offered both 2D and 3D, though there is a $2.50 surcharge for 3D. In this adaption Charles Dickens Christmas classic, we have all the staples of the classic “A Christmas Carol” in the roles of Carrey, who plays the ghosts of Christmas Past, Present and Future, and Ebenezer Scrooge so diversely it’s easy to assume its four different actors. Each ghost has a journey for Scrooge; each journey is a growing experience. Rounding out the cast is Gary Oldman, Steve Valentine and Daryl Sabara, all taking on various and diverse roles. Robin Wright Penn voices the role of Belle.

    The movie begins with an ill-tempered Scrooge interacting rudely with his employee, Bob Cratchit. His nephew comes to invite him to Christmas dinner, which Scrooge declines with a snarl. Later, at home alone, Scrooge is visited by the chained ghost of his deceased partner, Marley, who tells him that he will be taking three trips with other ghosts in an effort to keep him from ending up chained for eternity like Marley. Each trip will be an eye-opener and life-changing experience for Scrooge, as he slowly begins to fully understand how his obsession with money stole his happiness. The audience can appreciate that Scrooge doesn’t want to go any further on the journeys when he understands what it is he is supposed to learn, anxiously wanting to get on to the next trip to get it all over with. But he is taken further still, until he has learned each lesson exhaustingly, and sometimes frighteningly, well. 

    With his life friendless and meaningless because of his own mean-spiritedness, Scrooge is taken on three journeys by the ghosts of Christmas Past, Christmas Present, and Christmas Future, as Marley had told him. He is well aware that he is to learn something on each journey, and seems willing to learn; however, he learns more about himself on each trip than he had anticipated. Scrooge can be a little daunting to watch because he seems to personify malevolence. Until, that is, the viewer is introduced to him as a young man (yet another Carrey role) and we can see that he was not always the dour miser associated with the name. It is a little surprising to see that at one time, Scrooge laughed and loved. As the story progresses from childhood to a young adult, the viewer watches as Scrooge begins to realize all that he gave up, and how he ended up being the pathetic man he is in the present. He learns that money didn’t give him anything; instead, his greed for riches took people, love, and laughter from his life, leaving him a bitter and lonely man.   

    The animation is phenomenal and Jim Carrey’s performances are brilliant; for these two reasons teenagers and young adults may find the movie worth watching when it comes out on video. If you want to see a good Christmas movie with the children, this one is not it. At times, the animation twists and turns so much it is as dizzying as it is dazzling. The first ghost we are introduced to, which is not one of the Past, Present or Future ghosts, is akin to a horror movie character. On one of the journeys Scrooge takes, his life seems to be in real peril when he is shrunk to the size of a mouse, and chased through the streets, again paralleling a horror flick. Zemeckis’ screenplay was probably written for teenagers and young adults, which is a shame because teens most likely won’t be enthralled with this adaptation. Even with his “Whiz-kid” special effects, Zemeckis missed the mark on this one; little children should be able to enjoy “A Christmas Carol” and not be frightened. The movie would have been better rated PG 13. Overall, I give this movie one thumb down.


Thursday, November 26, 2009

Award

Because of OCMist (Linda) at Corgi Country, I have gotten this KreativBlogger Award. (Thanks Linda!)







And here are the "official" rules of the Kreativ Blogger Award: 1. Thank the person who nominated you for this award. 2. Copy the logo and place it on your blog. 3. Link to the person who nominated you for this award. 4. Name 7 things about yourself that people may not know. 5. Nominate 7 Kreativ Blogs. 6. Post links to the 7 blogs you nominate. 7. Leave a comment on each.


Seven things about me that you may not know...

• My daughter is going to have a baby. I don’t talk about that much.

• I haven’t had a full night’s sleep in over 10 years.

• I don’t usually share a lot of highly personal things.

• I have a huge collection of colored pencils, watercolor pencils, gel pens, magic markers, stickers, pads, etc., and sticky notes…I have lots of sticky notes! I can spend a lot of time perusing the aisles at Hobby Lobby or Michaels. I can do the same thing at Office Depot.

• I have owned a guitar since I was 15 years old. I still don’t know how to play it.

• I’m not a real good housekeeper, but I’ve been blessed with a husband who’s pretty good at it.

• I have very strong beliefs based on Biblical truths. I do not mind stating my opinion politically, philosophy or theologically. And since I try hard to never lie, if you happen to ask, be prepared for my true feelings.


The seven others….I’ve been out of the blogging loop so long that I don’t know who has the award and who doesn’t…or even if I know 7 other bloggers at this point…so I’m going to have to take a raincheck on that until I can do a little research!






A Winner

We do have a What Is It winner....but I have to ask:  Gina, would you have known what that was had I not said "you've seen it before and you liked it?"   lol   Probably.


It's a cicada!   Found him on the ground. 
Picked him up with a stick.
He's too ugly to do anything else with!


Put him on a tree, and this started happening,
much to my surprise!


 Slowly coming out of his (her?) shell
This is the actual photo I enlarged!


 I thought something must be wrong, I wanted to help.
Apparently, this is normal.


 Finally made it out....wings were wet.


 Finally!  All done!

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Wednesday







This is a little game some Journalers in JLand used to play...before we were bloggers, and before AOL tossed us out on our ears!   This is a very blown up section of a pretty interesting picture.   What do you think it is?

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Six Word Saturday



This is my first time to play Six Word Saturday...
and what a happy day for me to start!

Watching the Lions Advance
 Another Round!


UNA advances to the third
round of playoffs next Saturday...

Roarrrr Baybeee!

To see the other Six Word entries,
click HERE.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

The Hope in a Tree

The Hope in a Tree

Our lives, my friends, are like the mighty tree,
Standing study and strong against the wind.
Limbs and leaves are like you and me,
We must sometimes learn to bend.
When storms of life come rolling about,
Feeling battered and bruised we stand.
Though life is filled with turmoil and doubt,
We must hold to God’s firm hand.

For the mighty tree, when storms cause aches,
Is never like the slender reed.
The tree won’t bend, so therefore breaks
And a fractured heart will bleed.
The storms of life can shatter a soul
Like the tree ravaged by the wind,
Yield like the reed to the intense flow,
And hold to the hand of a Friend.

When I consider the mighty oak
Toppled by the wind,
It wouldn’t bow, that’s why it broke,
I cry for the loss of a friend.
Weather-beaten by storms, I'm tried,
And often feel life’s broken me
But hope is found, for Jesus died
Hanging on a splintered tree.

~Margaret

Deibert Park


TVA Reservation


I am Not a Survivor

No Survivor Am I


My worth isn’t measured by my current condition,
Opinions of others, or my present position.
Though my foot may slip, I am not incomplete,
My failures are never my final defeat.
By God’s grace, I’ll dance though the fire,
Knowing by faith I’ll not drown in the mire.
A survivor is never what I shall be
But a powerful overcomer for others to see.
My suffering, I’ll know, was never in vain,
Seeing someone’s miracle brought out of my pain.
My destiny isn’t sealed by today’s situation,
My current position is not my final destination.

~Margaret~

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

The Hell Page

Warning...Graphic Poetry ahead.

Proceed reading at your own risk.


photo hosting
The Prayer From Hell

The most desperate prayer God can’t hear,
Though accompanied by horrific fear.
The most hopeless, futile prayers will wail
From the fiery pits of Hell.
This agonizing heat is brimstone bred,
With a never ending sense of dread.
When in Hell, there’s no way out
Of darkness, torment, grief and doubt.

Nothing soothes the miseries of Hell,
And there’s no rivers, lakes or wells.
Grinding teeth and screams will sound,
But peace of mind will never be found.
Screams and shrieks and howls and wails
Forever emit from the bowels of Hell
And there, God won’t hear your hopeless pleas
Violently weeping down on your knees.

For your most desperate prayer God won’t hear
Though accompanied by terrific fear
Your most hopeless, futile prayers will wail
From the fiery depths of Hell.



~Margaret






Monday, November 16, 2009

Literacy Autobiography

     By the time I was in the first grade, my dad decided that my older brothers and sisters and I didn’t need to be watching television. When a severe storm knocked down the antenna and blew the tubes out, he made the wise decision not to replace it. (This was in the day of the large console TV’s, no remote control, and only 13 channels to peruse, changed by a dial on the front of the set.) It would be many years before he bought another one, and I went through my elementary school years with the entertainment of a vivid imagination and a good selection of books. I remember hours of reading Trixie Belden and Nancy Drew mysteries, the Hardy Boys series, and the cases of Barclay “Brains” Benton and Jimmy “Operative Three” Carson. We also had Treasure Island, Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn, and a whole selection of books, the names of which have long left my memory. How I loved Charlotte’s Web and Stuart Little, books I read over and over again. It was so easy to get lost in one of the books, sometimes letting my imagination take over and becoming one of the characters, but always and discovering, exploring and traveling through the words that were written.

     The first time I became enthralled with a book was in third grade. My teacher read us Little House on the Prairie, and it began in my love for Laura and Mary, and all the characters in Laura Ingalls Wilder’s Little House series, even to this day. I don’t remember Mom reading to me as a child though I know she worked with me, teaching me a little about reading and writing, because I knew how to write my name before I started school. (Margaret is a long word for a four year old to spell and write!) I do, however, remember how she would regale us with stories of her childhood, and I remember how I would listen to her tell the same stories over and over! My mom came from a very poor share-cropping family, and the ways of her childhood seemed so foreign and fascinating to me.

     I’ve always had a vivid imagination. I spent much of my classroom time in my own private fantasy land. It was during this time that I began to notice the delightful world of rhyming words! It was so easy for me to write a poem, and I began a love affair with words, which will, I believe, last the rest of my life. One of my favorite poems I named "Snow on a Winter's Eve."  It was born from daydreaming in a ninth grade math class. While the poem is about snow on a winter’s eve, it was written on a hot day. I looked out the window at the green grass and trees, and as usual, my mind wandered, words and rhymes began to come together, and I began to write:

Alone with the cold in the whiteness of moonlight,
And the shimmering wetness of the snow flight.
The pine trees are softly covered in snow,
And the moon has a silver glow.
Standing alone in the cold white mist
Watching the fields as they’re snow kissed
A lone wolf howls in the faraway distance
Like that of a creature needing assistance.
A dog runs by leaving his prints
The snow gently falls and covers the dents
Just like it was made for this special duty
Never once without grace or beauty.

     My attention span is very short, and my mind worked much faster than I could write (before the world of the personal or laptop computer). Though to be honest, I never really thought about writing down the stories I concocted in my imagination. I dreamed of being a songwriter, but not being able to sing or play an instrument halted that aspiration. My senior year was when I was first introduced to writing in a daily journal, which was mostly like a diary, only we were graded on the material. There was never a time that I didn’t like reading or writing, but there were many years when I didn’t have, or make the time, to do a lot of reading, and practically no writing. These days, I usually have two or three journals that I write in occasionally. There is also the world of Twitter, Facebook and Myspace that allows me and millions of others to write our thoughts and details of current events to share with others.

     I largely ignored my writing ability during my twenties. I was busy with life, college, working and raising a child by myself. I didn’t read much either, except the occasional love story, most of which I felt I could write better, or at least just as good. I also had the audacity to think that I could write better poetry than some of the famous poets of the past. (Now, of course, I certainly let others make that judgment.) One constant that always remained in the midst of my thinking that I could write a better book than the ones I’d read was the fact that I never did write the book! But my affection for the written word never waned. I only pushed my talent aside, not my love for it. Over the years I have kept a few journals, writing stories of the events of my life, or events happening around me. And I have always written poems, many of them long lost and forgotten.

     Though I didn’t realize it as a young adult, church, family and heritage play a large part in who I am, and I have reached a stage in my life where I love writing more than ever. I don’t read a lot of books, but I do peruse and keep up with many blogs written by others. I have many books in my bedroom that I read a little at a time. I have several books on those same shelves that I have read and will probably read again. And I have handwritten notebooks everywhere, full of my thoughts, ideas, events, and notes.

     I am blessed and very thankful.

Monday, Monday



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So, another Monday, another diet. Last week’s diet last until Wednesday night. No excuses, I wanted to eat, so I did. Didn’t even fight it. I won’t think about that now. Today, I’ll only think about today.

I named my compulsive eating compulsion. Weird, huh? CeCe… for compulsive eating compulsion epic. So this morning when I left the house and had an urge to stop at Jacks and get a biscuit, fried 'taters and large sweet tea, I said, “CeCe, why exactly do you want to start your day this way?” She didn’t answer. It did, however, make me stop and go over my reasons for wanting to start my day with more fat and calories than I need for the whole day. I didn’t stop. I also didn’t eat candy from the secretary’s desk. You may think I’m crazy, but hey! CeCe didn’t make me start out defeated!


I got some Bazooka bubble gum from the secretary, though. It’s been a long, long time since I had any, and I need bifocals to read the little cartoon! Does getting old have any advantages?


Speaking of today, I don’t have any pictures because I forgot to upload any.
 

John 3:16
For God so loved even me

That Jesus hung upon a tree
Submitting Himself to cruelty
Ensuring my place in the Heavenly
To live with Him eternally

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Weekend...

It has been a stunningly beautiful weekend.   Both days, Ole Boy and I got out and enjoyed the sunshine.  We usually go to the early service at church, and then we have the whole day free.   Not, of course, that we go just to get church out of the way...but it is very convenient. 


Alabama is known as the Cotton State.   Here's why:

It's hard to believe Monday is staring me in the face...but it is.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

The Bridge


Gatlingburg


The Bridge

It was a harsh and stony pathway, but I knew the way was straight
It seemed so dark and hopeless, but I had to keep my faith
Trudging up hills, climbing rocks and ragged hedges
It took all the strength I had just to dodge the jagged edges

Slipping and sliding down the mountainside, voicing my complaint
My strength was gone, my courage failed, I was fighting not to faint.
I’ve made it to the foot of the hill, now the valley I must face,
Tired and beaten, so weary and worn, how can I run this race?

If I stop to rest, will I give up and die? Will I make it on my own?
This path is my life, now I clearly see how I’ve reaped what I have sown.
I’m at a river in this valley low; a raging, evil tide
“Help me God! Please help me, God, get to the other side!”

The fog began to lift in the midst of my despair and my fright,
My prayers were answered as I walked on, a bridge came into sight.
Cautiously I crossed the narrow way, for the water raged below
How this bridge had suddenly appeared, I surely did not know.

Looking up I see the mountaintop, where Peace and Love abide
It’s such a relief to have crossed God's bridge and be on the other side.
Halfway up I turned and looked, and cried at what I saw
My rugged bridge had been The Cross, where Jesus bore it all!

~Margaret~


Gatlinburg



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