A Skinny Cop, An Ice Hill, and The Old Mercedes

Recently I hired a nice lady named Maria to work with me at my new business. This means some traveling around our city and at times SNOW considering we live in Wisconsin. The weatherman quoted me 37 inches of snow this December 2008. Now that is just nuts! Maria and I were doing alright through all that until yesterday when Maria, driving ahead of me.....(this was almost a case of stupid leading stupid, not that either of us are stupid! I just dont like the phrase, the blind leading the blind) when I noticed her old cool Mercedes sliding crooked down an ice covered hill twenty feet in front of me. She was working it, and got it to steer into the snowbank vs a car facing her at the bottom of the hill with a woman inside it on the phone. I say on the phone because even after Maria walked down the hill (on the side in crushed snow vs ice) and asked the lady to please move so she could slide down the hill unobstructed. The lady said, "Yes, but I have some phone calls to make first." WHAT?!? We sat there for half an hour while that Lady sat on her cell phone. Seriously. In the meantime I called the non emergency number for police and after the half hour Barney Fife shows up.That Skinny Officer missed it all! Maybe he had cell phone calls to make too huh? Me I ate my standard peanut butter and jelly sandwich with pretzels while phone lady finally got out of her car, opened her trunk, took a shovel out, shoveled her rear tire for 30 seconds (I think for our benefit) and drove away. Maria was trying to shovel her front tire out of the snow bank with a window scraper. Ya think that phone lady would have shared her shovel considering she made us sit there like fools for all that time. Then an older man and an overweight woman came with shovels to help Maria. While Barney Fife stood there "over-seeing." He was a young officer, but he didn't offer any assistance other than his power symbol of flashing lites. Me, I am not young enough to crawl up that ice hill anymore... Maria was able to slide down the hill the rest of the way and we drove away tipping a thank you to Barney Fife for his "lights and no action." Again, I am following Maria....who really isn't familiar with the area and drove head onto a one way street while I am honking crazy trying to stop her. Again I did not follow! But another van watching backed up and decided if she could do it they would too. And away they all went. I called Maria's cell and said, "Duh, you just turned onto a one way!" We both laughed, no one hurt. Sure glad Barney Fife didn't see that one.

I am used drama as I have a daughter. LOL Said daughter called earlier this evening sobbing. I had to get strong with her and tell her to stop it! Because she was driving and sobbing, and driving and sobbing don't mix. We don't have built in eye-shield wipers nor are we able to use RainX in our eyes, therefore, relax and deal. My daughter came upon a kitten in the middle of small town Main Street USA with a soup can stuck on its head. What does she do? She stops traffic which in turn causes another man to stop his vehicle and get out to help....him cussing the whole time because I am sure my drama daughter who should be in movies at the least, or Broadway second best, told the other driver who stopped in the middle of Main Street USA also, that SOMEONE put a soup can on this poor kittens head. (When in fact the kitten may have been hungry and did this nasty deed to itself unknowingly.) So, Joe listener, there they are, the two of them, trying not to break the kittens neck while unobstructing the soup can, and whalla they got it off. BUT, take note! He, the cussing passerby-er didn't take the kitten. She did. Is that some sort of Motherly response so the guy can slither away leaving the babies behind. I think so. ( I am not bitter! LOL) So I give her directions to the Emergency Animal Clinic where they take care of these cases for nothing... Go figure she runs into a nasty girl from her nasty girl days (they still exist it seems) Do they ever go away? Anyways ....Drama daughter said she was nice to the nasty girl from High School days. I was so proud. Not only did she save the life of a sweet little kitten, but she was cordial to another drama queen all in one day. God bless her! And the Kitten too of course. We are not going into what happened on her snowboarding weekend with her b-boy. That could stand for his name + boy, or it could stand for Bad-Boy as in (Bad boys Bad boys, whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do when they come for you?) Or maybe bad word - boy.... STOP .....OK. I hope his life turns for the better and I pray my daughter finds more positive drama like Kittens that need assistance vs bad boys. It'll happen because I believe it will. Amen....

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What's in Your Window?

When my children were all small I recall one of the local Mother's was honored at the Jr. High in one of the hall window galleries. You know those windows where the sports memorabilia are always posted...or art work. Well she got the entire window. She was an author, she did authentic Indian Dances in authentic costume, she was an authentic Norwegian in an authentic Norwegian community...could speak many languages and so on. The day I saw "her window" has never left me. I would always say to myself, "What's in your (my) window?" I couldn't speak many different languages or do any in costume dances or have a big fancy house like she did. Or even a stable marriage. All the things I dreamed of since I was a little girl I didn't get. But I did get five beautiful children. I am making each one a picture book of their life. If I didn't get the window I wanted to "show" the world or my children who I am in my heart, I am trying through the books to give those boys and girl the only window I had to offer, their wonderful lives. What's my point? I was reminded once again about our personal life windows when my cousin died on Christmas Eve, in his truck, plowing the record breaking snow we had had in Wisconsin. I found his "life window" yesterday. Barely a two paragraph article in the newspaper and no funeral. His family said he has no insurance so they are having a little service in a few weeks. The State cremated his life body. His parents died many years ago...he had a rather difficult life and it seems it didn't end any differently. Here is the article.
Stoughton driver who died of medical condition ID'd
The Capital Times — 12/26/2008 11:15 am
A 65-year-old Stoughton man who died of a medical condition that precipitated a crash on County B in the town of Dunn on Wednesday has been identified as David G. McKeown, the Dane County Coroner's Office said Friday.
A news release said it was determined that McKeown died of natural causes.
The Dane County Sheriff's Office reported that authorities were called about 4:48 p.m. Wednesday on reports of a single vehicle crash on County B west of Keenan Road.
As passing motorists stopped to render aid, the vehicle started on fire.
The driver was pulled from the vehicle and CPR was performed, but the efforts were unsuccessful, and the man was pronounced dead at the scene.
That is all he got............... "What's in your window?"

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I Ate a Cow!

I think I shall blog this one! Or maybe not.
I bought a pot roast the other day. I do not recall the poundage, but a good guess it was the size of three of my fists. I ate the whole thing in three days. I couldn't stop....even thru Christmas... I also purchased two large potatoes. Maybe this is what senility is? Or old age eeeww. Or the old maid who lived alone.....even more eeewww. I put catsup on that meat and went at it like a chocoholic goes after fudge. Ya think I am low on iron? Naw...Ya think my body, no brain desired something other than P. B. and J? I think so. I have also eaten two tubs of non dairy creme cheese on crackers for breakfast all week. At least I spread that one out. And then again, maybe its this out of the world Wisconsin weather. Snow Snow and more snow and missing jobs along with cash that goes with them? Thinking too much? Or just plain I hadn't had roast beef in months plus. I had lost 13 pounds so maybe my body/brain just didn't like "change" and was tricking me to get some of its body blankie back! p.s. The dog was happy with the new cooking spree too.

A Spirit Inspired Gift

Let me introduce you all to Kimberly, Wendy, and Tamara. Sisters! Sisters in the "center" of an extremely serious life battle. In my previous blog posts I discussed their Father, William "Billy" Miller who was murdered 36 years ago almost to the day the authorities arrested his x-wife and best friend for collaborating his murder. It has been stated that Wendy was in the car with her Mother when the incident took place. (Wendy was only a baby at the time) I am Tamara's Mother in law and when I found out their was a trial coming up soon as well as two segments on DATELINE in January or February 2009, my heart reached out to these girls and their Aunt Sharon who has never stopped looking for the answers to this once "cold case," now turned very HOT! I was walking around one of our local stores just browsing and as I always do I walk past the fine jewelry just to see if anything is really on sale... That is when I was drawn to a jewel case I rarely look at. The lockets and crosses. I mean I have three lockets tucked away, why would I look for any such thing? When I saw the small oval locket whose cover was engraved with "In My Heart Forever'" I knew what to do immediately. It was like spiritual CPR....I ordered three, then as you can well guess, I was sent a photo of the girls with their Daddy, Billy, when they were all very little. I took it to one of my clients who is a photographer and she had them made very very small for me. (But I had to do the cutting out, eeewww, b r e a t h e!) I did it! With one to spare in case of error. Then came Christmas....well heck why not do the gift the day Christ was born! The lockets are a symbol of agreement for faith that JUSTICE will be served. The Bible says if one prays, 10,000 evils flee, if two agree, 20,000 evils flee, and if 3 agree, 30,000 evils flee and what if more agree? The Angels will go before those girls and Sharon to clear the Briar, pave the way, for Justice to come finally for William Billy Miller, Their Father who was physically stolen forever. They grew up without him. Yet here we are full circle, battling evil with Love..... We all know which one always wins....especially with agreement. Please go to this link to read the particulars of this sad cold case about to be solved.
http://onslowcrime.encblogs.com/?p=638 In addition please read http://miraclesstillhappen36yearslater.blogspot.com/
http://www.arlingtoncemetery.net/wdmiller-usmc.htm

Merry Christmas from Hello Wisconsin

They tell me on TV we have set all records nationwide for sheit weather, ever this year. Ya Think I don't know this! I have the need to make up for MUCH cash flow lost due to ice, snow, clients cancelling due to holidays, etc. come January. Add to that, My Godmother, age 97 is in heart failure in the hospital, add to that my first cousin David was out plowing on Christmas Eve and died. Yes died....he had a heart attack by himself inside a Wisconsin Snow Plow on Christmas Eve. Hey, maybe it wasn't bad. Maybe it was a beautiful white soft night over by his brother's house they say....(the bro that died two years past from cancer.) I have to really work on not thinking he may have died alone. Surely not...surely his brother was with him. I would bet on it. They lost their parents years before they lost one another so I am just thinking I am right on this one. Bless you David. All the way to those pearly gates at entrance B. Hey we both know you couldn't get into entrance A...its OK....me either probably. But once in....you can guide the others coming in. I just know it. A B is good. A C is even good....I pray for NO F's....be they F minus or F plus or any F's for sure... There were none David because F is for failure and you were not one of those. No one is a failure in God's eyes. You had/have family in God....he respects our prayers and we pray you all the way to his light. No matter what. God bless you David McKeown! God bless you totally and purely. G-ma Tillie was there to meet you I just know it. She never came back here ....she chose to wait upon us all one by one to make sure we crossed over with less fear. Bless her also.......and all who enter her table in Heaven this Christmas Day and all days to come. She is our family Saint. Saint Tillie. Sweet Tillie. Sweet Jesus.

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Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day....

Seems my G-daughter (Grand) has taken after her Nana in the writing department.... I truly felt I had to share this wonderfully creative writing by said G-daughter. Here we go!

When I woke up this morning there was a sucker in my hair. I want to move to Florida. Then when I was going to get dressed my sisters took my clothes and I couldn't get dressed. I could tell I was going to have a terrible, horrible, no good , very bad day. When I came downstairs my cereal was soggy. I 'm having a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day. When I was looking for it I almost missed the bus. For Daily Double I did not know what to make. In Writing I could not spell the words right. For Working with Words I did not know what to do. At lunch I lost my lunch card. I want to move to Florida. I'm having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. At recess my coat was missing and I was cold. I want to move to Florida. It was snowing. Math was challenging. When I got home I had lots of hard homework to do. I'm having a terrible, horrible , no good, very bad day. I want to move to Florida. At dinner nobody would talk to me. I'm having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. I want to move to Florida. When I was going to get in my bed, my sister took my stuffed animal away and I could not fall asleep. My dad came in to check on me. I was on the floor. I fell off the bed and I didn't know it and in the morning I woke up, and I was on the floor. I told my Mom and Dad, "I had such a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day." They said, "Some days are like that, even in Florida."

A "Little" Christmas Fun

Take notice of the "odd" pieces in this plastic doll house. They came from the homemade Christmas scene in my front window. Yup, the beautiful white Christmas trees with faces, the Noel Carolers, the lighted candles that flicker in the windows while the snow flakes glisten under the street lights outside. So what if they break! I have super glue and tacky glue and jewelry glue. A child can take a few little tangible earthly pieces of hardened clay or ceramic and create a masterpiece such as this. And be sooo proud of it. That is if they are given the opportunity to do such. Cant take that "stuff" with us to the next heavenly haven, "God willing and the creek don't rise," a constant phrase offered me by one of my Hospice patients named Claire. I miss her and God willing she is having a great walk with God and many. Back to my point.....let the little ones explore and create. Make sure they have what they need to do so and if not let them use what's available. They are much smarter than we think. And above all don't say No but a few times. You should see what they create for me from clay, little pieces of material, old stuffed bears and a tea set, my sons collection of miniature cars from 1979 and on up. A table leaf and some cars make for a great race track. I WIN! No they do and then they go on to become stable successful adults who were allowed to be who they are not what we want them to be, (with certain exceptions of course such as playing with knives etc) thus doing what they came to this earth to do, whatever that may be. Confidence is the key. The word NO takes confidence....the word yes gives trust and confidence. Consequences come from either action word, yes and no, but the consequences from yes are a much greater lesson learned. One of the Noel Carolers could have broken. So what! The child was allowed to create and will never forget the fact she was allowed to and someone was proud of her and it, someone besides herself. Wish I had all this wisdom when my own children were little. I cleaned too much, said No too much, and so on.

Those Rabbit Ear Antenna's

Are you old enough to remember "Rabbit Ears?" Those annoying flimsy awkward movable portable awful-able antenna's. They were the reason we got to watch TV. They brought in the picture for us. Well now we have digital...... WOW! All the old folks are going to have to get boxes to make their analog TVs work. Boxes!!

S H U T U P! I have been looking for a SMALL 3 inch TV that I can "take along" with me in my car, to my work, in a storm, camping, and so on like I used to have.... Nope, Nadda, Nothing available. The other day I stop in at the local Walgreen's and see they have a 10" digital TV. I call Best Buy which is like Circuit City and ask if it will work come the big February CHANGE?
The salesman answered after 900 rings (Christmas busy time) and tells me Yup if I buy an antenna. hummm. I go back inside the Walgreen's and buy the TV and the antenna. OMG (Stands for Oh My God!) It is a friggin Rabbit Ears for Lord sakes. I was a little girl when I learned how to move the "EARS" around to gain better reception. Now here we are again, many many decades later buying Rabbit Ears and moving them around to gain better reception?? Oh Please. Haven't we come farther than this? I think I shall return that hunk of junk. I have a mini-bunch of metal in my kitchen and if I decide to take it to work I have to lug along an ANTENNA hooked to the TV. Oh Man.....I used to take my little 3 inch TV with me wherever I went . Traffic jams, storms, soap opera's never missed, and so on. Now look at this technical glitch in history. Not good. Must have been a man that did this configuration. Surely!

Little Joe Lost His $29

Tonight I was busy..... I hired someone for my new business and was sending emails regarding scheduling and I was tending to my dog and cat left alone all day along with showering and having a late dinner....and then my Dad called. He is 83 or is he 84? He went to the doctor today for the ump-teenth time to find out why he is dizzy. FINALLY....an ear, nose, and throat man discovered vertigo on the right side. Is that a Yea, or ewww! It's like finding an answer but not the one we wanted. Well Dad and I got to talking and one word led to another....He likes to listen to that money lady on TV, what's her name...Suze Orman. My Dad told me all he remembers about the Great Depression is his Mother saying, "Well Joe, I need to let you know you don't have your $29 dollars in the Middleton Bank anymore." Dad says he remembers it but that he didn't really care that much. Hey he was six or seven. He does recall the family not having $10 to buy his favorite pony he rode to school every day. The neighbors offered to sell it to the family but the money was not there. He is 83 and talks about that pony allot. Over and over on occasion. It was his friend and a milestone memory in his life. He also recalls his brother in law from Token Creek working for the WPA...(Government Projects) His Dad also worked for WPA and WALKED from Token Creek to Madison for work because they didn't get a milk check for three months due to the Creamery going broke. Such as our Car dealerships at present. Interestingly, my brother and his wife own a GM dealership or two and have had to lay off their own son and are contemplating selling out. Hummm. Same as the creamery, different day, same story?? And another interesting saga from the past.... My parents have an old outhouse on the farm. Dad told me that old outhouse is a special one. The WPA chose farms in the state of Wisconsin to repair, to help people on relief earn money. It reminds me of this Christmas when I suggested we give the kind of gifts we need.....food for instance. Such as pans of lazangna or brownies or pies etc. Necessities. Here we are 2008 in a recession close to something else.....like pouring slabs of concrete under farm outhouses vs dirt so some have food for their children. Me, I am doing great. I have a great business, just hired a new employee, I have a real toilet and no money issues. Well, I could use a few things....but truly have everything I need and more. Hey, I read The Secret! ALSWELL (do recall that is my trademark misspelled word)

Snow, Snow, and More Snow

Snow is only good for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day and maybe a few snowplow service's. Oh and for skiers, and snowmobilers, and men who just got their new boy toy blowers, and tire stores, and overtime for city salt truckers, and sledders, and retired folks who do not have to drive or walk in it, and oh yes its good for Frosty the Snowman/men/women. Then there are the other people that too much snow might just cause issues for....ME! And my dog! She screams when she has been standing in snow for over 60 seconds, yet she wont poddie until she smells the podie of the other twenty dogs in the building. Too late, her feet hurt and she tears out back to the building screaming all the way and without poddie-ing. Back to the poddie pads. This unreasonable snow is a pain in the everything. It belongs in the high mountains where people can go visit it vs it visiting us univited! I need to Google where the birds go in these overboard snowstorms and ice storms...... It is even cold in the house. Running the useless gas fireplace with no blower, a heater in the bathroom, a heater under my computer desk, and regular heat and it's still cold in here.... My two sons live in Los Angles! Need I say more. I wonder how much a UHaul cost these days. This MaMa is thinkin' hard if her "Lovely Lemon" could make it to Cali!

The Red Plaid Blanket

( Last year I wrote this true story and then lost it in cyberspace somewhere never to be found again....along with the computer it was written on. I am going to attempt to re-write it once again hopefully with the same passion.)




The Red Plaid Blanket

It was a freezing beyond cold winter evening around Christmas time last year, something like this below zero night in the North Plains of America. I was making some deliveries that took me around the Capital Square in the heart of our city, when I noticed a man sitting inside one of the Plexiglas bus waiting areas. He was half sitting and half lying down. In our city the homeless can go to a large church close by, but they may not go there for warmth and shelter if they have been drinking. I am sure this gentle-man had been drinking. Either way he was also freezing. There was a lady sitting on the other side that seemed to know him but she didn't say anything, she just starred at him. As I was doing momentarily. Without any forethought whatsoever I turned and walked to my illegally parked car, opened the back passenger side door, grabbed my emergency Red Plaid Blanket, ran back to the bus stop and covered the cold, uncared for older gentle-man. He reached for me with tears streaming down his face and these words coming from his heart to mine, "Thank you, Thank you, Thank you....and more tears, as I held his hand in mine. I tell you I got in my car and cried so hard I couldn't see. I started out driving around the square again and couldn't seem to get away from the previous scene. A sad man with an addition that was killing him, but in between killing him it was torturing him. I had only covered up the pain with some kindness and not enough to take care of the problem, or so I thought. I continued driving around hoping to see him stand up and be alright, or be gone, but as I passed the same bus stop he was still laying on the bench covered with the emergency Red Plaid Blanket. I continued to pray and talk to God about this man who needed help. I went around the square one more time still praying...... it was this time that I saw the lights flashing from the ambulance and police cars. Someone had called 911. Why didn't I? I didn't because I thought he was not allowed into the shelter and this was the best anyone would do for him.....but I did keep praying! The last thing I saw was the gentle-man on the stretcher with the Red Plaid Blanket draped over his body like an Angel of warmth and love. For all I knew he had passed on. I tell you I drove off that square that night knowing I was a small part of God's plan to help that old fellow. God loved him sober or not sober. He helped him in his true time of need.
The next day I called the EMT's and inquired as to the gentle-man they picked up at the Capital Bus Stop.....the man with the Red Plaid Blanket. They told me he was taken to detox and was warm and getting some help. Of course he was.......... When God is involved to the degree I experienced that previous evening, I know ALSWELL. (my trademark word spelled just like you see it!) And last week I purchased a new emergency blanket...........

Chihuahua, Madison Wisconsin

As you all know I love big dogs! Big men, or forget I said that.... One day I stopped at the Madison, Wisconsin Humane Society (after loosing my best dog to cancer) looking for the greatest and best dog in the city and I found Grace! She was shaking and coughing in that huge grey prison cell called Humane! Not. Sooo after three hours and $300 I was supposed to get back and never did....she came home with me. She weighs 5 lbs. Screams when her feet get near ice, screams and tries to kill when anyone tries to cut her toenails....refuses to wear a jacket, or be put into travel bag. Basically she screams at all the above. Go figure, I get a dog with anxiety...... She doesn't eat so well either... I am not laughing. If my grown children read this they will say I never fed them this well. The picture is of Grace's breakfast... Yup for real....better than mine too... Organic ham, Carr Valley apple smoked cheese, Natural Harmony Farms Salmon Dinner with Garden Vegetables, Gourmet Wraps of all natural premium Carrots wrapped in Chicken Gourmet all natural DUCK jerky with glucosamine and Chondrointin, and gourmet Duck soft sausage stick, and all natural small doggie biscuits. Those square orange deals are hard cheese flavored biscuits. Oh and the nail brush has some organic peanut butter spread on it so she can brush her teeth and chew away for hours. I tried toothbrushes but she ended up eating the bristles within two days. She is not spoiled, she is rather taken care of. I feel guilty leaving her for so long during the day so I leave her with plenty to do on that plate. Grace actually saves some of her food throughout the day. Rations! Hey its winter in Wisconsin and not much to do. I leave the TV on the Animal Planet Station for Grace and Lucy cat for company. Hey I am not the only one that does that deal...
Maybe its time for me to get back to some real writing......

Family.....sometimes their best left behind

I remember a time about twenty one years ago when I gave my heart, (I should have just used it) to pull a family back together. My mentor always told me to be an observer and not a participant! It doesn't matter the reason the family was torn apart, but it was. I forgave, and gave, and pulled and plugged and lost most of myself on that darn journey only to discover they aren't going to change at anything I do. Nope, not , nadda. Especially stubborn German's and Norwegians and then add some of those "dead people" generational cells that LOVE to carry on the crap....and that they do with magnificence... (Wouldnt want to give them too much glory, ssshhh) Today I decided to divorce my emotions from all of them before my heart takes a dive and Mommie Dearest might just try for the last win and bury me in the dirt vs cremation as I have requested. She feeds me things she knows I am allergic to so why wouldn't she bury me in the dirt? She would so they could have a big luncheon dealie. That's what Lutheran's do you know. Back to my point. D I V O R C E.....where is George Jones wife when I need her! What was her name? starts with L...no a T, Tammy Wynette..... Divorce... stands for a legal and final separation. My mentor told me when I got divorced I should maintain decency and kindness....she said, "Treat him like you would treat the Grocery Store Checker Boy!" Most people barely can do that in many families. I say dysfunctional families are more like an egg... They "start out ass-es" and they stay ass-es. If you read my blogposts you know how I dislike the raw egg laying in the pan with that white milky umbilical cord waiting for me to eat it. I wont! Family is the same....we start out with the umbilical cord, someone cuts it but the spiritual milky cloudy (ghosts) still try to hang on and hang out! Some can let them go and some cannot and some just try to work around the darn things.(Ghosts) I did that and it didn't work. I did do something wrong. I tried too hard. I should have just been nice (Grocery store bagger boy) and let God work on it. Today I wanted to play like Marie Osmond and drive up the coast (we have no coast) until there was no end to it. It was a long day. Lots of "Stinkin Thinkin" and allot of Drama Mama like a soap opera. I like creativity, not so much drama. Had a lifetime of it and enough is enough. "Paper or Plastic?"

Its Cold in Wisconsin

I cant think of a thing to write about today because I am COLD... Cold outside, cold inside even with a little heater at my feet I am cold. I don't care for hot hot like Mexico and Texas but I also do not care for this below zero shiet.....you can respell that! I took a shower, yes with another heater in the bathroom, and with the hair still wet one gets quite cold...then add the Tuna Salad I paid a million for today at Whole Foods FULL of the onions..those little critters that make people around me think the farmers are spreading manure in the fields... Wait, I took BEANO so ALSWELL as my trademark license plate states. Add to this real scenario the fact the dog, Gracie Allen will not podie or poo outside...Too Cold.... I don't blame her, I wouldn't either! So Walmart we went for Podie Pads. And what do you think? She podie's next to the podie pads. Oh God Lord Jesus Mary Mother of God .........What to do? Maybe just go to bed and deal tomorrow. By the way, there is a winter storm warning AGAIN.....up to three inches. Oh goodie. They say we might get more snow than we did last year. Its cyclic I have discovered....we get the same weather for a few years and then it moves on elsewhere. That being a fact we may get 150 inches which is disturbing ...... I need a four wheel drive snowmobile. Just kidding..I need a Hummer until gas goes back up...."S H U T - U P" all I need is my duck down top to bottom coat still packed at the grainery. crud! Not driving 32 miles to get that coat at the funny farm grainery.. I am not going anywhere! We are all fine with the heaters, and podie pads, and nice cushy down comforter from The Company Store! We're just fine. Looking forward to Spring....That is after Santa uses all this snow to do his deal!

I had a big day yesterday. I met these wonderful people who sing like birds and then some for the Lord. I tell you I starred at that young man named Justin for over an hour or two. He played the Yamaha and has the spirit of God all about him. Something I used to have and want it back. It's that authentic self Oprah tries to teach but no one can teach it like God. (No offense Oprah, cause I know God uses you too) God has a thousand ways when we cant think of one. He showed me a few....like Candy is the one with the "fluffy" hair I plan on having soon. John is her brother who is eight years older she makes sure we all know. John was in jail and various other troubles until age 29 when he was miraculously delivered. Mary Jane Carter has the voice of ten Angels at least all packed into a jar and shook up... What a show these four people "put on," "Showed off," "Handed us," "Offered!" We can read books, go to church and fall asleep, (in some churches, OK) "Gave of themselves and beyond!" They carried the spirit of God and they transferred it to all in the audience who allowed it to move on them. Me, hey, I already have it, but let me tell you I sucked up a whole bunch more of it. It, being Love, compassion, kindness, forgiveness and on and on with the good stuff. John gave me a kick in the spirit to not give up on my son in prison or anything else....Candy gave me a kick in the hair-do dealie and humor city role.....Mary Jane restored my faith.....that I CAN! When that woman sings the walls move, glasses break as well as spirits. And Justin, the little big man, I just loved that kid...he must stand 6'4" and he is the dry comic....Suddenly he is "Pitching" candy into the audience....he has a gentle giant walk, talk, and an abominable snowman strength... God really uses Justin. I wanted to take him home and call him the sixth son of mine. Any Mother would. He restored my love and faith in my four boys. God has a great sense of humor and honesty and strength and I got a chance to see it again. I missed it.....I missed you God. Thanks! DianeO