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Thursday, March 26, 2015

Mimi and Pap's Vacation Fund

Pay for Your Summer Fun with Swagbucks

With most of the country still under a blanket of snow, it’s comforting to think of warm summer days. Now is the best time to start saving for your summer plans, whether it’s traveling, buying something new to enjoy at home or even if it’s just grabbing an iced coffee concoction to cool you down.  One way to have extra spending money this summer is to use Swagbucks.
Swagbucks is a rewards site where you get points called “Swag Bucks” for things like searching, watching videos and discovering deals. The you redeem those points for gift cards to places like Amazon, PayPal and Starbucks.I have earned right at $200 in gift cards from Amazon, Walmart, Foot Lock and Cabella's in January 1st.

Here’s a plan for using Swagbucks to earn $25 in gift cards each month. It’s easy, and if you keep at it, you’ll have at least $75 by June to spend on summer fun without having to dip into your wallet or spend a ton of your precious time!
Swagbucks discounts your first $25 gift card of the month to 2,200 SB. That’s like getting $25 for $3 less! Here are a few things you can do that will add up to 2,200 SB each month:
1) Knock out the quick stuff - all of these activities can be found on the left-hand side of the homepage (1-2 mins a day):
  • Answer the Daily Poll everyday - also available on the SB mobile app, so you can earn your daily SB wherever you are: 30 SB
  • Do the NOSO everyday - Browse through No Obligation Special Offers for 2 SB everyday: 60 SB
  • Get your daily SwagButton SB - our popular browser add-on gives you the ability to earn SB from anywhere on the web. It also alerts you to Swag Codes AND you get 1 SB each day just for having it installed and active: 30 SB (Bonus: if you don’t have it yet, you get a one-time bonus of 50 SB for downloading the SwagButton!)
  • Do the Daily Crave - discover new content and websites to earn 1 SB everyday: 30 SB
2) Search online to earn SB everyday (no extra time needed!):
  • Use the Swagbucks Search engine - People who use Swagbucks search to find what they want online can earn 10 SB per day! Plus, members who make Swagbucks the default search engine on their browser typically earn even more: 300 SB
3) Earn BIG SB payouts (5 min - 20+ min depending on survey opportunities available):
  • Take the Daily Survey every weekday - SB amounts vary from survey to survey, but it’s very possible to earn about 35 SB per weekday: 700 SB
  • SBTV app on Android (all countries) & iOS (US only) - earn a maximum of 36 SB per day on this app: 1,080 SB
Whether you’re catching the latest blockbuster, enjoying a weekend road trip, or stocking up for your next outdoor BBQ, Swagbucks can help. It doesn’t end there, though. Keep going and you can save for the holidays, back to school, or just a rainy day. If you’re already on Swagbucks, share your own tips for earning Swag Bucks and saving up for summer in the comments!

Friday, March 20, 2015

Still loving some HICKIES

I am still so excited about HICKIES and DOOHICKIES for kids.  Those of you with kids should love this whole concept,  we all get tired of seeing their floppy shoe laces.  Stop tying shoe laces FOREVER!  I received an email today that we can Save 25% with coupon code HICKIESxTED

DOOHICKIES lacing system works by threading seamlessly through the eyelets of any shoe, then snapping securely in place for a hassle-free fit.

 With HICKIES responsive lacing system, redesign your sneakers while eliminating the problems of traditional laces.

 Make sneakers look sleek and get rid of loose laces with HICKIES, a stretchable lace replacement designed for an active lifestyle.

This is the neatest thing since sliced bread in my opinion. Ask the grands, they love them.  Here is the link for HICKIES AND DOOHICKIES and don't forget the coupon code

I happily surrender that my place in this world does not matter!

It's my 3rd month of being 55 and I will be honest,  I have not enjoyed it at all.  For some crazy, odd reason I became obsessed with trying to find my place in this world as a 55 year old.  I have gladly stopped that search as I now know it makes no difference.

I have always been and always be a daughter, sister, cousin, grandchild, niece and most preciously a wife, mother and grandmothers (Mimi) and a Princess to the King Of Kings.  Age makes no difference to our Jesus,  he still looks at each of us as his children with more love than any of us have looked at our kids.   Crazy amazing isn't it.

So instead of finding my place in this world,   I honestly believe I am trying to find my place in God's story.  I cherish the memories of my kids coming into this world and watching them grow,  but my heart ached at how fast it all was happening and I was helpless and couldn't slow it down.   Older parents understand this feeling,  we only have them a little while then they are allowed to go make their own decisions while we watch hoping we have prepared them for this part of life.

Do you think our Lord feels the same way?  He creates a world for us, new everyday, hoping to draw us closer to him as he leads and guides us.  But at the end of the day,  we all choose freely where we will go.  Oh my,  I know I have broken his heart so many times with choosing a different path than I knew deep down inside to go.

So I can no longer look around for my place,  all I have to do is to listen with my heart not my ears nor eyes.   I have to surrender my worries as that is preventing me from the blessings he has for me.  I will be the first to admit that worry is my biggest hindrance to one step closer to faith.  

I told my dear superman last weekend that I wish God could answer me when I talk to him, things would be so much easier.  I have thought about that and Oh But He Is speaking if we will listen with our hearts.   He is always speaking to us through everything, everywhere,  kids he even given us a cheat sheet,  a book we call the Bible that to tell us who and WHOSE we are and the great lengths he has gone through to bring us back home someday.   If we all wasn't so busy trying to impress each other and would allow God back in charge of our lives and our CHURCHES,  we could hear him calling us by name.

I was brought up non-denominational and that is all I know, maybe bapticostal?   I do not understand denominations one bit,   are we going to have denomination subdivisions in Heaven?  Spending the first 47 years of my life in a more or less pentecostal environment,  I get excited,   I get weepy and I get joyful and a little foot stomping along the way.   I would get kicked out of alot of Churches because I would start clapping to music, LOL and the hardest thing I have had to learn to do is sit down during singing at some Churches,   Whoa, I am telling you, you can get your praise on sitting on your bum......hahahah....just another one of my quirks on that.

This might not make one bit of sense to anyone but me,   and that is okay.  I may put on my dancing shoes and do some shouting to "I'll Fly Away" now.   Remember its not who you are, it's WHOSE you are that counts at your last breath.

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

So excited to tell you how I am making gift money this year.

Have you ever heard of Swagbucks? They're a completely free, no strings attached site that rewards you for all of the things you're already doing online. Search, Watching Videos, Playing Games, Taking Surveys, Shopping and more - as you do these activities, you'll earn Swag Bucks, which are reward points that you can redeem for all sorts of gift cards in the Rewards Store. You can download their toolbar or download their OS and Android apps for more opportunities to earn. Choose the activities you like or have time for - how much you earn is up to you!

 I started doing  Swagbucks on Jan. 1 to try and earn gift cards to help us with birthdays and Christmas and anything else that popped up and so far I've earned just over $170.00 since Jan 1. You can do the same! And I know all kinds of little secrets to help you do it and spend less than an hour a day to earn it. I do my Walmart shopping as well as Amazon and many others thru swagbucks and that adds points is one of my many tricks.  I will do a couple of surveys when I have coffee in the morning and of course I do Swag TV.   If you click below and sign up,   message me and I will help you get started off to a fun way to make mad money.

Here is a picture of my earning so far.  I have a $25.00 Walmart card waiting for me to spend.  I used a $25.00 gift card to foot locker to buy a birthday present.   I also earned from Amazon and another $25.00 gift card that I used to by myself something I have been wanting but wouldn't buy.

To sign up for Swagbucks, click this link and join me.

The Waltons minus the Mountain

She was the first child, first grandchild on both sides and first niece.  She was born into a family that were so very close that she didn't distinguishes one from another, they were all her heroes. They say she talked proficiently from the time she was 17 months old.  She didn't meet a stranger and was known to make up her mind to go somewhere and would go, the first time slipping away at 17 months and traveling more than a block.  Her dad even built a fence with no gate to keep her from escaping to play with neighbor kids at 3 years old, that didn't slow her down, she climbed right over it.  Oh was she ever a handful.

But her childhood was perfect in every way.  She was a healthy child that spent most of her time outside and being a tomboy.  Baby dolls and girlie toys was a waste of money, just let her outside and that was her playground.  Her whole family participated in family dinners, camping trips and gardening together.  Whatever was happening, they all participated.  They were all there when her daddy taught her to water ski at just 5 years old.  They taught her to stand on a barrel and saddle a horse at 8 years old and ride unattended.  She doesn't even remember anyone ever asking what she wanted to be when she grew up,  I don't think she even realized she had too.   Who would want to with this perfect life. As she is much much older now, she realizes one thing that was lacking and is not sure if it was a big deal or not.  She had so much fun but they were never an affectionate bunch,  no one hugged nor said I love you.  This made her a little weird about hugging as an adult.

I can remember this little girls weird quirks. She learned early that if she smarted off to an adult then she would be in trouble.  Since she was the social butterfly, she was also teased alot and sometimes got upset.  She learned really young to run away when in a situation, rather than let her mouth get her in trouble.  She didn't run away away, she would go somewhere till she got over it.  This taught her to always hold her feelings inside because being honest about her feelings would probably get her in bad trouble.  Silly child!

As a teenager she begin to outgrow the tomboy to a certain degree and started dating.   It was quite humorous to everyone around because she would date someone a week or two, they would bring her home from a date. Rather than tell them that she was just not that into them, she would jump out of the car, run inside and lock the door.  She left many a young men standing there wondering WHAT IN THE WORLD is this girls problem.  Here again, she learned to run instead of being honest with her opinions.

But eventually there was a boy and things got weird for the whole neighborhood.  Every Saturday the conversation would be,  do you think tonight is the night she slams the door and runs inside.  Week 2 went by and that was a record,  it went on for many weeks and people was amazed but still wondered.  The boy was perfect in her eyes and she couldn't find one reason to slam the door and run.   She married that boy and still hasn't found a reason to slam the door.

She went to work at a place and for the first year there, the owner of the company would walk in everyday and say Good Morning Terri.  She never corrected him because she needed a job and didn't want to upset him.  One morning someone heard him and said WHO ARE YOU TALKING TOO. Her name is not Terri,  he scolded her then called her in his office and chewed on her quite a bit for not correcting him.  He went on to tell her he saw potential in her, but she had to read a book titled "Pulling Your Own Strings" by Wayne Dyer and tell him about the book later.  She used that book and become quite successful in her workplace.

Being a parent of two beautiful kids was the most amazing thing to her especially since she had never even thought about growing up and had never even played with baby dolls as a kid.  Thanks to that extended family and how she had been brought up, she tried to do the same with them.  She and her soul mate were blessed to have all that same family she grew up with to help them in raising fantastic kids.

Her life was sheltered in such positive ways,  the same people, same Church, same neighbors and she didn't even know what the word Divorce was as a child.  She was never exposed to alcohol, fighting or bad language as a child.  In the adult world, she was in for several shocks on how others were raised and this made her appreciate her life even more.

When she turned 40 her world that she was so comfortable with started spinning and has continued to even till this day.   Major health issues almost killed her,  a year later her dad was diagnosed with cancer but it was treatable.  The next year, her son almost died when he went undiagnosed in the hospital for several days until his appendix ruptured and the poisons filled his body.   Soon after she had more health issues that ended up with hip surgery at only 42.  During this time,  her uncle who was like her other dad became terrible ill, while he was in a hospital in another state, her precious grandmother that helped raise her had a stroke that left her with dementia.  A few days later the uncle passed away and her life seemed to go off the deep end.  She was not accustomed to this much tragedy in such a short amount of time.

After all of this happened she truly put her feelings in a secret place.   The one constant that kept her and the rest of the family going was their Church home.   When that feel apart, she as well as others seemed to be wandering on a desert looking for living water. During this time she tried opening up on her feelings and it did no good so she put them back in the secret place again.

So many things have changed in this world in her lifetime.  Divorce that she never heard of as a child is now the norm.  Instead of confronting people with issues, people now talk about others behind their backs.  People's word is no good like it used to be, they make promises that mean nothing.  They ask for forgiveness and turn around and continue to hurt each other.  People she thought were friends have disappointed her in not being what she considered friends. When times get tough, they scatter. She has became a woman so afraid to get close to others, either they will deceive her or they wear a mask of pretension of who they truly are.

But all in all, she has had a wonderful life and owes all of the good things to her Lord Jesus Christ, and her family for giving her such a great beginning.  As for now, she will continue to put those feelings away as much as possible because she just don't want to deal with them.  She will hope that she and others will learn that affection and good words are medicine to our ears and she will love with her whole heart and soul.

Friday, February 20, 2015

Identity Crisis

I have put off blogging because the only thing I could think of to write about was Identity Crisis and I am all about funny, goofy and entertainment.  I prefer to seek out that side of my personality and avoid the serious side.  After a couple of weeks,  I reckon the Good Lord wants me to admit to Identity Crisis as it may help someone else with what they go through.

I am in my second month of being 55 years old and continue to try and figure it out.  I don't know why this year has such an impact, none of the other 54 did. Of course the old grey mare ain't what she used to be in a lot of areas but honestly on the inside I feel 25 and I like it.  Do you notice I am still avoiding the subject here, see this is what I do.

Identity Crisis,   no I am not having one,  I know where I stand and WHOSE I am more than ever, the situations are just different than what I was spoiled too.  I have such a desire to seek God first and not be distracted.  So of course there are many distractions that make me question myself.   I guess along this life I have stood beside or followed behind others and been in a very comfortable zone.   I would say that is a blessing but it leaves me vulnerable in times such as we are in now.   I have learned its incredibly hard to take a stand when you are in minority,  my heart has been softened for those Christians living in Israel and beyond.

When you plant your heels on what you believe to be in line with God's Word our Holy Bible, you better dig them in because we have no idea what will happen after that.   At this point in life more than ever I am trying to apply the Bible to areas more so than ever.   The more I do, the more I realize how we as Christ followers are being swayed by all the bells, whistles, humor, etc. that this world draws us too.

Social media is a dangerous place if you forget WHOSE you are, it can suck you right into dark places. That is tough to type because I love social media, it gets lonely at Belly Acres but I have to remember WHOSE I am, and what he has done for me first, and that I have a work to do, no matter who or what tries to pull me under.   Through Christ, I have found that he doesn't forsake us, when others let us down, he will send people we never realized to the firing line to hold us up and keep us from giving up.

My Bible verse that I have cherished since my near fatal heart attack in 2000 is Acts 20:24,  every time I feel the world tugging at me through peer pressure, worries, possessions etc.  I speak life over the situations with this scripture.

As I close,  if you have read this up to now, remember the Bible is our road map to everything.  We cannot be lukewarm, you know what Revelations says, he will spew us out, we are either hot or cold. 

I John 2 says Do not love the world or the things in the world. If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him. For all that is in the world—the desires of the flesh and the desires of the eyes and pride in possessions—is not from the Father but is from the world.

Watch your itchy ears....2 Timothy 4:3 says...For the time is coming when people will not endure sound teaching, but having itching ears they will accumulate for themselves teachers to suit their own passions

And last,  my prayer is that I can strive to produce good fruit so others can see Christ and what he has done through my testimony. So when you think of me, say a prayer,  I just want to finish the race and complete the task.

Matthew 7:16

Friday, February 6, 2015

Of Mice & Men-Don't SHOOT THINGS

After another calm Wednesday night  gathering with our beautiful Church ladies aka Princesses aka Brave Soldiers at our little country Church,   I must blog while it is fresh on my mind.  Maybe too fresh, not sure I can type through without a few giggle breaks.

I need you to be the camera operator and eye witness so that you will feel like you were in the room with us on Weds night.  Can you do that?  Sure you can,  grab a chair on south side of the room  with a better view of what is about to happen and join us already in progress please.  I will catch you up now.

Bible study was great, it was lead by PW (Preachers wife) because no real names will be used so they may remain anonymous.  Yeah right, hahaha.   PW sparked my interest while studying what women and children's daily jobs were in Bible times.  I have read many verses about the water well but never let it soak in that the young single women's job each day was to travel back and forth to the well to get water for the family.   I reckon if they had a big family they had to carry them big ole clay buckets several trips, not sure I would have like that.   But this is also the way they socialized and even met prospective husbands.  The men knew this is where the young maidens would be so as PW put it,  it was kind of like in biblical times.  I was singing the song in my head by that time.

After CC classes a few weeks ago,  as well as being aware of the mean people in our world,  I have lately tried to be aware of sounds, people and options in case of emergency.  And this has to do with what you ask? Earlier we had heard something that made us or me a little uncomfortable outside.

Wake up  over on the south side, you need to pay attention at this point.   Camera ready?  Have I mentioned in the south at most little Country Church's food is usually involved?  We have now proceeded to the long counter to put away and clean up our very healthy food from earlier.  Okay, PW was doing most of the work and the rest of us were standing across the counter watching and normal chit-chatting and still munching.    You see us munching and her over there getting her dishwater hands all soft?

AIYEEEEEEE-EYAHHHHH was the scream as PW threw her arms in the air and this is when everything went into slow motion for this granny.  1st thought- Holy Spirit had already got ahold of her and she was a shouting right there at the sink washing dishes.    My first time to see that at a sink.

EYAHHHHH-AIYEEEEE  EYAHHHHHHH  ear piercing screams from right beside me from 2 very brave young women (I thought).  2nd thought-the noise we heard outside was now looking in the window and all 3 could see them but me.  I go into my Rambo/Or Run mode.   Save'em all or save myself?  The 2 young ones had headed for the back of the room right into a corner and PW had rounded the corner hot on their trail.   All three with their hands up and screaming in harmony.  I looked at the door, watching them corner themselves, quick look over my shoulder to see if anyone had crawled through the window yet.

Normally when frightened as some already know,   I fall flat of my face, done it all my life.   But thank the good Lord for keeping me upright.  Finally over their blood curling screams I yelled "WHAT ARE YA'LL RUNNING FROM AND WHERE ARE WE GOING".  I knew they were either making a new door in the wall or was about to get in a mess over in that corner.   PW,  arms still flailing in the air screams words finally.    DEAD MOUSE-DEAD MOUSE which only made the brave young girls scream louder as one proceeded to start climbing on the table.

Shewy,   I hate mice,  even dead mice and would have done the same had I seen it but for once I was relieved.   The screams finally stopped and turned into laughter, still a frightened laughter but they weren't coming out of that corner.  Braveheart women were all trying to decide what to do, nobody was going over there.  I can be the hero, I can face my fear-  I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me is what I told Nae as she and I crept over closer.   I got close enough to see its freaky little feet sticking up in the air and said "I See It" which brought on a little more running and screaming by Nae.  Welp,  I failed miserable at conquering my fear of mice,  NOPE couldn't do it.  But now what were we going to do?

A Pastor's work is never done,  bless his heart,  PW said I am calling the Pastor he can come get rid of it.  I can only imagine what his thoughts were being called after 9:00 pm to come to Church to eulogize a dead mouse and calm the fears of the women.   But I didn't stick around,   I got to thinking about it having family there.

Fear Not or Be Not Afraid is in the Bible 103 times.   I am thinking the Princess Warriors might want to re-study all 103 times and apply them to seeing dead mice.   And who says Church is all serious?  Ha......go to a little country Church near you, its always eventful.

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Drugs, Preachers and Denominations

One thing that stands out in my first 18 years of life was all the drugging.  Week nights, weekends, it didn't matter I was drug to Church, I was drug to baptizings at the creek,  then singings on Saturday night and up early and back to our Church on Sunday morning.   Seemed like a split second and I was drug to Sunday night service.   Seemed like a revival was always somewhere close,  even tent revivals that we knew nobody, but I was drug there by a family that saw the importance in it.

I never attended nor understood why/what denominations was all about.  Our little Church was non-denomination and till this day,  I still don't know nor need to know.  All I need to know about that word is that its the value of a coin or a bill.  In my non-denominational little brain, Heaven isn't going to have subdivisions for all that stuff.  It's all about celebrating at the feet of Jesus and oh the praising that will go on someday.

I never thought I paid much attention during Church as I was drug around but I realize seeds were sown and I do remember more than I thought.   I remember everyone was called either Brother/Sister at Church.  I remember everyone sat down and stayed down,  we got the stink eye if we ever needed to go to the bathroom.  The Church was God's House and treated as such.  There was no chit-chatting when the preacher was up there either,  you would get embarrassed because he would call you out, no matter if you were a kid or old.  I am sure glad of that now because I did learn more than one would think a 10 year old would.

We didn't have Children's Church and for this I am thankful.  We learned early how to behave in big Church because we certainly didn't want to go outside.  I have my opinion on that but will keep it to myself,  I do believe nursery's for toddlers is good but then....... back to my story,  Oh oh oh, how straight I would sit when the Spirit would move and that Preacher would start walking the aisles for clapping his hands.  I remember Brother Joe Taff,  dad to Russ Taff,  Imma telling you,   I never seen someone turn as red when he was giving us the gospel.  

Brother Ollie was the preacher when I was little and he would point and say ya'll better listen to what the Lord's gave me.   He said nonsense to me,  like "there is coming a day soon when the Bible says "Good will become bad,  dark will become light and bitter will become sweet".    I felt like a tiny Einstein because I maybe on only 7 years old but I new the difference between good and bad, light and dark and sure knew what was bitter......that persimmon tree across the road.

I remember everyone Amen'ing him and me being so confused.   Then as a teen,  Brother Glen become our preacher,  oh he was a good one.   Man,  not only could he Preach but he could sing too.   And there was no scripted Church service, we might have alter call in the middle of a song.   That was how the Spirit lead our Church then and that is how the Church I attend now is done. "Thank you Jesus"  Every once in a while, Brother Glen would preach that same silly thing about how someday soon,  that some would call evil good and good evil and all that stuff.  Again,  I was a teenager so far from perfect but I knew good from evil.  why did these men keep preaching that stuff?

Now here I am running 55 years old and remembering their sermons and thinking WOW,  they are all gone on to receive their eternal rewards yet their words,  I see becoming true.   I would still rather think they were just being a little crazy because everyone knows good from evil but I can't say that now.   If you want to study more on what I remember them preaching,  2 Timothy 3 and Isaiah 5.

Not sure why I blogged this, but parents take your kids to Church and I mean big Church,  they might seem  like they aren't getting it, but they are retaining it and will need it someday.  Bible says so in Proverbs 22:6.   Study the scriptures and be on your toes about the end times and don't get yourself caught up in letting the world teach you well ..... its really not that bad.  Let God and his Holy Word tell you what is good and evil, do not conform to the patterns of this world.

I want you to know I am not perfect,  no one is,   I make so many mistakes but I am trying and sometimes I fail but God knows my heart.  I am trying to grow closer to Him daily so that he can use me for His Will, not mine.   God bless all who read this.

Thursday, January 29, 2015

Bloody Noses and Crazy Fun Church Women

I don't cry much,  I have never been a crying person by nature and that is not by choice.  But it is probably best because I am an UGLY crier,  I don't let tears roll,  I sobbed till I nearly hyperventilate.  I think a good slinging snot, water-drowning tear bath is good for everyone at times.   But those women, yeah those women who I meet up with every Wednesday night,  some of them are criers,  is that how you spell that,  looks funny don't it  "crier".  Oh well I am not taking time to check it, you can.

Crying is kind of like yawning, it is contagious at times.   Now this Wednesday night group ages goes from 22 up to 55, that one would be me.   It's our special time,  we try to have plans on what we are going to do but we don't hold our breaths on that.   Thank you Jesus, we are mindful of the Spirit and we can go from a giggle to full out breakdown within two minutes time and then back to laughing, or praying or reading scripture.   That would be odd in a man's world but it is a perfectly normal night for us.

They/we say women's meeting on Wednesday night but that doesn't describe us at all.  I spend way too much time trying to think of a word that describes us  A Beautiful Potpourri?  Yeah sort of but I giggle like a child and want to say POT POURY when I see that word.   We are like looking inside a kaleidoscope maybe????  Well that would be just goofy, the Kaleidoscope ladies.  Patchwork Gals sounds like a bunch my age working on a quilting bee.  That 22 year old Sarah might not want to be known as Patchwork.   What were we talking about???

Oh I am back at it.  The Word for which I believe says that God supplies our needs according to His riches in Glory by Christ Jesus.   And I reckon that means alot of things such as roofs, food, pies and electricity.  But when I think our our Pot Poury Kaleidoscope Patchwork group,  I think of that scripture.   This was a need that I didn't even realize I needed till after it happened.   Since moving to the foot of Blue Mountain, I have been somewhat isolated.

Almost a year now we started meeting,  we talked about doing it monthly or bimonthly but all of us agreed we needed this once a week.  As we have often said,  depending on the situation,  we are there to hold one that is tired in spirit's arms up such as Aaron and Hur did for Moses when his arms grew so tired from holding up God's law on stone. As time has gone on, we have shared with each other so much, our blessings, prayers,  scriptures meant of someone and love, sweet sweet love. We have learned to keep watch and warn each other when we feel trouble ahead.  The words "Get Locked and Loaded" can mean different things in our group, most times it means lock arms ladies, we are about to have spiritual battles so get loaded with God's word.

Oh yeah, blood noses was the title,   I am the 55 year old Patchwork granny.   Since a little girl and I used to watch my great grandmothers carry their pretty hankies around,   I have been fascinated with them.  A few years back I stumbled on some at an estate sale and my collection began as well as me carry them as my granny did 100 years ago.   Last night during a crying spell,   I was slinging snot and watering myself down when I pulled out my hankie to take care of the mess.   BUGGED OUT EYES across the table from a couple of gals, one said  OH NO YOUR NOSE IS BLEEDING BAD.  I said WHAT?  Someone else says Oh it is, and everyone looked panicked.  I finally looked down and I had a bright red flowered hankie.  Heheheheheheh......not that funny but it is.   I bet the majority of women under 40 have never known women to carry their hankies.....maybe I will start a new fashion trend....

That's all....time to rock and roll.....

Philippians 1:17 Only conduct yourselves in a manner worthy of the gospel of Christ, so that whether I come and see you or remain absent, I will hear of you that you are standing firm in one spirit, with one mind striving together for the faith of the gospel 

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

I Hate Crows-I Shoot Things

First let's start at the end.   Things you may know or not know about crows. Keep in mind I "DID NOT" know these things till recently.

  1. They have the ability to remember your face for up to 5 years or more.
  2. They conspire with each other
  3. They are great planners
When I was transplanted from city life to "Belly Acres Farm" I was so excited to be in touch with all the beautiful animals.   I was going to be like Snow White and talk to them.   I just pictured myself with little birds fluttering around and the deer, rabbits and squirrels sitting listening to my stories.

It didn't happen immediately,  actually it still hasn't happened except for CROWS......Big Ugly Crows.....what people use to think was an emblem of death.  Not me, its those big nasty buzzards that freak me out,   every time they hover over I run in and take my pulse to make sure I am not their next target.  CROWS.......

They drive me insane,   but what I know now and what I didn't know makes the difference.   Soon after the move, the crows were eating and destroying my yummies for the other wild animals.   They were mean to the others and was just destructive.   So......I had to do it,  I got my one bullet and my single shot and decided to take one out and show them who was boss around here.  AIM-SHOOT-FAIL.  Didn't hit a thing except maybe a fence pole.

Soon the crows multiplied and tripliefied (is that a word) so I tried again, him.   I did a little jig watching the multitude of thieves squawk to each other and fly away.  Man they were talking up a storm too.   Yea Buddy.   Operation SUCCESS.  But just to make sure,  and don't be offended.   I remember when I was a kid people hang up dead coyotes to show the others what happens when they come on their property after their baby animals.   I don't know if it worked but.....I am a new country girl, I'll try it.

Finally found a wire and gloves,  I didn't want to get bird flu by touching that nasty thing.  I wired him upside down on nearby tree limb.  When my Superman saw him he asked, I explained my theory, he said nothing.  But I read his mind.  hahahaha

Colonies of crows came back, more and more everyday surrounding my house. If I went outside, they went to chattering to each other.   I am sure it was  "THAT'S HER, SHE IS THE ONE THAT HUNG OLE BILLY JOHN BIRD" IN THAT TREE!   I couldn't hear myself think it was so loud so I went in and got me several shot gun shells and the gun and headed outside.  POOF---crows flew in every direction, not a one left to shoot at.   Well that got rid of them, they remember what I did to Billy John Black Bird.

Its been over 3 years,  the stupid crows are still here and drive me insane.   Every once in a while I will walk out with my gun just to watch them fly away.  They send a few back through to see if I am still there.  It has became a game with me and the crows.  Now I have tried carrying a broom, baseball bat and other things and they don't budge.  But if Superman or I ever walk out with a gun they tell each other to FLY FAST.

I have came to accept that as long as I live here, they will tell the story of "Billy John Crow" to their kids and grands and I will always have them lingering to drive me a little batty.  As a matter of fact, they were all out surrounding the house this morning when I went out,  this prompted the post. Superman and I have both tried to slip out with the shotgun,  they are smart and have spies everywhere,  that one little spy says one certain phrase/squawk and they all get out of dodge.

Luke 12:24  Consider the ravens: for they neither sow nor reap; which neither have storehouse nor barn; and God feedeth them: how much more are ye better than the fowls?

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Show'em What Your Made Of--But I can't drive 55

In 1974 the National Maximum Speed Law began being enforced. It was drawn up due to the 1973 oil crisis and oil price spikes and the supply disruptions.  Oh I didn't even have my licence yet but still remember the grumbling and complaining and of course Sammy Hagar of Van Halen wrote a song and it was an instant hit titled "I Can't Drive 55".

41 years later why do I have that song in my head.  Just over a month ago I turned 55 and its been the strangest age up to date.   I know how to be 35 and I think I even know how to be 75 but not 55.  Its kind of like that awkward age of adolescents.  When you want to play with paper dolls but you really need to be learning to shave your legs without taking all the shin-skin off.  Yeap, been there, done that, have the scars to prove it.

In 1990 my favorite song was "You've Got to Stand for Something" written and recorded by Aaron Tippin.  In the song he recalls the life lessons taught to him by his dad, who told him he should stand up for his moral convictions.   I remember that was a "Fist Pumpin" song in 1990 and everyone "Amen'd it" and agreed with it.  I wonder if it would be a hit today and how many would really agree they needed to stand up for their convictions.  And do they even do that anymore.

Trying to drive my life at 55,  I feel such a desire to stand up for my convictions than ever before.  Maybe its because realistically, my days are growing shorter and I want to leave a positive influence on my life, that I did stand for what I believe,  I wasn't a puppet.  That when my 55-Plus season of life started in December 2014, I tried my best to obey this scripture.

Romans 12:2 Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will. 

After just a month into my 55 speed limit age,  I am finding it is hard.  Temptations are in every direction,  I am being labeled,  I am being accused,  I am being avoided.  And this is nothing new, this is things I learned as a child and I am so ashamed that I left them on the side of the road till I got up to 55 MPH.   I have ask my Jesus to forgive me and to anyone that has seen that ugly side of me,   please know I am sorry but I am now forgiven.   

I reckon I better buckle up,  I think the next 11 months are going to be curving, steep and slippery while I try to drive this age 55.   Please pray for me and know that my desire is to be pleasing to my Heavenly Father and make a difference on this old planet earth. I go.....55.....till next time.

Monday, January 26, 2015

It's a mean mean world

Randomly typing because I haven't blogged in a few days.  I have wrote several then deleted them as they just wasn't what I wanted to say.  Who would think I would have blog block.  I have even been quieter all the way around the past week or so,  yes I am fine,  just have done a lot of internal thinking.

The evil and bad in this world just keeps getting closer to home.  Last week a gunman wrecked his car at the little school I grew up at and still cherish.  He had stolen gas from another small school and shot at someone that caught him and was on the run.  My kids were in LR at a basketball tournament on Saturday,  1 mile from where they were a double homicide happened.  And down close to Henderson and Ouachita college campus's, a clerk at a convenience store was killed.

50 years ago there were bad guys and I know from stories growing up, I had some extended bad boys in my family.  But they attacked each other, there were stabbings, some shootings but mostly fist fights.   They stole from each other.  But they really did leave the good people alone and vice versa.

40 years ago I was a teenager and we were out and about on weekends, never knowing or seeing bad things happen.  I know they did but they weren't in our immediate world.  A car load of girls never once considered the dangers of riding around downtown or running in a convenience store.

20 years ago my son and his buddies were cruising the streets, by this time my biggest fear was the drunk drivers on the roads.   More and more people were being killed by drunk drivers.   I truly never worried about Brian too much, he was a big guy,  I do remember telling him that to never trust someone was bringing fist to a fist fight, they were starting to carry more switchblades and guns.

Today, 2015 it is an everyday occurrence to read of thieves, gun fights, innocent children shot in drive-bys and rape.   The rape in the middle of the day at our local mall still sends cold chills up and down my spine.  Never in my lifetime, did I think someone would be this dreadfully horrible.

In my opinion and I am entitled, it's my dad'blame blog, it started going down hill when people of all races started getting to busy to seek God, or have him in their lives and even denouncing him and instead worshipping other religions that promote violence.   People were not ashamed to not be in Church on Sunday mornings,  they would send the kids but stay home.  As the kids got older, they stopped going and by then there was no Spiritual leader in the families.

We live in a land of the lost,  we have to separate ourselves from the world.   Times have changed,  I do believe there was a time we could live in amongst the world and make a difference in their lives by seeing how we live.  But my darlins,  not many can do that anymore.  You have to be so very careful because the world is pulling you back ever chance it gets.  Surround yourselves with friend that have the same beliefs and able to support your spiritually when you need them.  Even Paul said in 1 Corinthians,  Bad company corrupts good character.

In today's world I know more people that  have concealed carry permits than do not.  That is because they realize what a dangerous society we do live in,  we have to protect our families and each other.  Here again,  I just am amazed that this world and our area in the middle of it has sunk to this.  Why did I write all of this,   I have no idea, it was on my mind.  I doubt this one will get much attention but maybe if one person reads it and takes a stand for their family and becomes the spiritual leader then it was worth it.  Feel free to comment or email me and I will be praying for you.

One last (Add to) question,  why is it that the most important thing we can do is witness to those who may have slipped away from Christ or never known him as their personal Savior, the hardest thing to do?   I truly question myself about this one daily.

Thursday, January 22, 2015

I am "Blessed Beyond Measure"

Yesterday I started off with several ideas to blog and just couldn't do it.  Nothing sounded like I wanted it to sound and that is unusual for me.  So got up this morning and downed my pot of coffee with hazelnut creamer.   Oh how this makes me happy in the mornings. Best part of waking up except maybe that fast leap to the powder room,  haha.

Anywho, here I am again trying to write something witty,  worth your valuable time to read or just another story of the life and times of me and guess what,  NOTHING except the word "Blessed".

Last night as I drifted off I didn't count sheep, I counted blessings and bigger than Buzz Lightyear, they are to infinity and beyond and uncountable.  I am a C-H-R-I-S-T-A-I-N!  Spelling it out because I am singing the song I learned in Bible school as a child.   

I believe that the Bible is true and that my Jesus died for me.   I believe I am God's little girl thru Jesus Christ because Galatians 3:26 tells me this "For ye are all the children of God by faith in Christ Jesus." You see, if you haven't read earlier blogs,  I would be DEAD and in HELL and my human remains pushing up daisys without family and friends that believed in the power of prayer and a Savior that gave me another chance.

I am blessed to have another day.  My favorite song of all times and I do not know why it didn't get more play time on Christian radio is "Another Day" by Natalie Grant.  Click on title to listen.

Here are a few things that pop in my mind as I type this.  I am blessed to have survived to see my kids grow up,  to see three perfect little boys become my grands.  To see so many of my family give their hearts to Jesus.  To see Jesus perform the same life saving miracles when the doctors said NO WAY to my son, my sister and 2 little ones named Haley Ann and Jed. 

I am blessed to have dirty laundry, that means we have clothes.  I am blessed with a dishwasher, not like most,  mine is the two handed kind and that means I can use my hands to do this and that we have food to eat to make dirty dishes.  I am blessed with a freezer, no it isn't filled with steaks, even better, meat taken by us and very healthy.  It has vegetables shared by Church friends and others, grown themselves.  All of which means we are able to be self-sufficient with God's blessings.

Technology, oh how we all fuss about it but I am truly blessed with it.  At anytime, 24-7 I can open this lap top and find prayer warriors, near and far to pray.  Or to talk me through a tough time, or make me laugh.  Social media is as good as you let it be,  I have a friend in Oklahoma that I have never met,  yet Sheila is an inspiration.  Then there is Miki who l have only met once yet she is one of my confidants when I need to talk/type.   My cousins across the US live in my laptop too.  My crazy bluegrass buddies and my BFF for life way up in PA!!!! And oh,  the Heart Sisters, they are all heart disease survivors too,  we have a bond that nobody could understand.  My Church family is here too,  just a click away.  I encourage all women to pray for a group of women like we have at our Church. The bond is the most beautiful thing and is a blessing to all of us that participate. I am blessed to have this technology.

I am blessed to have a family that goes beyond parents and siblings,  my extended family has always been more like immediate family.  I didn't know they weren't considered that by Websters for many years.  They are my immediates in my heart.

I am blessed with a husband that must truly loves me,  Lord knows I am a pistol.  Blessings surround me with little things too.   Coffee,  fur babies, toilet paper, reading glasses, several pair of shoes.  We can pray, worship and study our Bibles in our own homes and Churches See we take these for granted while there are people in this world without these things.

I could go on and on, the list is endless and will grow daily.  I will end with a scripture and a prayer that if you don't know Jesus, that you read Romans 10:10-11 and feel this peace.

Numbers 6: 24 The LORD bless you and keep you; the LORD make his face shine on you and be gracious to you; the LORD turn his face toward you and give you peace.   

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Stories from our Bedroom....Oh NO I Didn't?

Did I really just name a blog "Stories from our Bedroom"?  Oh heavenly days, I know what will happen when my Momma hears, I will get the old TAMI LYNN sure nuff. But its okay, she learned many years ago not to be surprised by anything that comes floating out between my ears

My Sr Prom 1978

I have shared a bed with the same man for 37 years.....that is a miracle these days for sure.My superman needs a letter from the President (next one) for putting up with me. Oh there has been couch nights but that was long ago,  one or the other would be snoring to loud and one would end up on the couch. Those days are over, we just push and shove each other till the noises of the sawmill shuts down coming outta our mouths.

But we have sure had some moments in all these years and I just know your dying to see what I am about to type, aren't you?   While working in the aircraft factory,  we had to get some rotor blades (that is those whirly thingys that go on top of helicopters)  out quick,  I had a customer having hissy fits because they needed these like yesterday.   So one day I was stressed to the max,  getting cussed by the buyer,  getting yelled at by the factory for pushing them too fast.   I had a helicopter kind of headache and my rotor blades in my brain were in full spin.  In the middle of the night, fast asleep dreaming in full color,   I saw it, it was headed straight for us,   I seen the blades hovering and starting screaming for Davey to run and run fast.  He said "What are we running from,  I pointed and said that helicopter!!!!  Golly,  I have to tell him everything. When he got me awake he was explaining to me that it was just the "Ceiling Fan and to GO BACK TO SLEEP.

Recently he woke me up pushing on me, now don't go pushing on a sleeping granny.  He was saying "SCOOT OVER".   I was griping inside and started reaching for the edge of the bed,  its easier to pull on it when you get my age and fluffy than to scoot bare-handed.  The edge of the bed was gone I am telling you. So I had to do the manual scoot, and reached again and could barely feel it enough to grab and start tugging myself over.  I was well over arms length from my edge of the bed and its only a queen size bed.  I was awake by the time I made it to my side and quietly giggled.  Now Superman is like me, we ain't no of no beanpole size and from my measurements in my mind, bless his heart, he was balancing on about 4 inches of his side of the bed.  That is impressive.

This will blow your mind but I can be mischievous at times but have got better as I aged.  Somewhere along the first 5 years of marriage, I decided to be funny and change the time on his clock on his side of the bed.   About 11:00 one night I went to shaking him and saying wake up, wake up you have overslept.  He is a very punctual person and he went to throwing on clothes, boots and headed to make his lunch when I finally,  rolling laughing told him that it was just 11:00 and I got him good.....Silence....nothing....he went back to the room and went back to bed.  But I assure you, he got me back.

We watched alot of TV where people did weird stuff sleeping.   One morning just after daylight I woke up and felt like I was choking, someone had their hands around my throat but not squeezing.  Talk about waking up quick,  I opened my eyes and it was my Superman....WHAT ON EARTH?   He had had his head kind of laid to the side and his eyes were shut.   I started trying to pry his hands off my neck before he really started to squeeze and I couldn't pry them off. I was telling him WAKE UP WAKE UP you are choking me.  Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore,  he busted out laughing and said  "I got you good on that one".   Oh but he did, that was way worse than me making him get dressed in the middle of the night.

One night I woke up running into the bathroom yelling for him to run too.  Not sure what that dream was about but as I was closing the bathroom door he said WAKE UP, your just dreaming again.  Once I got up NOT dreaming in the middle of the night and cover got wrapped around my foot.  One step later and I was laying flat of my face with the cover on top of me in the floor.  Most would have said,  are you ok, right?  Hahahaha,   he said stop taking all the cover.  I could have choked him that time.

Many more funnies and one I will save for later when I thought our son had broke his neck.  This is enough for today......never a dull moment but we sure have picked on each other through the years.

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Monday, January 19, 2015

Boys, Beagles and Belly Acres Farm: Beagles, but not average beagles....Chocolate Cove...

Boys, Beagles and Belly Acres Farm: Beagles, but not average beagles....Chocolate Cove...: Part of the title of my Blog is Beagles so I reckon I need to tell those who don't already know why I have a passion for my "Cop...

Beagles, but not average beagles....Chocolate Covered

Part of the title of my Blog is Beagles so I reckon I need to tell those who don't already know why I have a passion for my "Copper Nose Chocolate Beagles"

In 1974 my daddy somehow acquired two chocolate beagles as we called them,  I didn't learn till the past few years that they are known as copper nose in the Internet world.   I was 14 when Dad got the first pair named Chocolate and Ginger and I loved dogs anyways but since I was all about chocolate anything, these beagles stole my heart.   From then forward different litters and different owners and this line kept growing all over this part of Arkansas.  We have been able to trace back our dogs to Dad's original two more than 40 years ago.  Pretty cool huh?

Over 3 years ago and I had landed at Belly Acres Farm I ask Dad to have me my own liter of pups to train.   He sent not one but two pregnant beagles and my addiction began.   We raised 9 pups out of these two liters and they were gorgeous.  I began to learn to train them as deer dogs as soon as they could walk good.  My Superman and I would get on each side of grown up fence rows and call them through the brush to teach them how to maneuver in the woods.  I would walk them in the hay field and they all fell in love with eating "Deer Poop" hahahahah,  gross but hey, whatever works, right?  Plus it was all natural so it had to be good for them, no preservatives added.

It wasn't long till the walking them didn't work, they could run off and leave me so training from a golf cart began. I would put their feed bucket on there and they would chase me all over the hay fields and this built up their endurance and some great leg muscles.  At a little over 4 months, the first two pups jumped a deer and I went into panic mode.  My babies were long gone, I could hear them getting farther and farther away.  I call my hubby in panic, he assured me they would come back.  I still proceeded to drive every direction calling them but they were too busy barking to hear me.  After nearly having a heat stroke I gave up.  5 hours later they were at the front gate.  I was hooked then.

Joey, who we thought had some health problems went to my niece as a pet.  (he is fine, it was a puppy thing)  Two more were going to my daddy after I trained them.   Oh that didn't go well,  after 5 months of getting to know 8 pups with their own individual personalities I had became attached to one name Hoss, his other one that I named Lulu, not so much.  She was in her own little world and me and her argued quite often but Hoss, my Hoss was burning up the woods chasing deer, he loved it.  Dad came and listened to them run at 5 months and decided to take his two home.   Oh for the love of deer poop, you should have seen me saying my goodbyes.  You know the Barbara Streisand song "Memories light the corner of my mind", this song was playing in my head.  And I was hugging them and remembering from birth, how they almost drown, how I had to give mouth to mouth to one,  the training, the puppy smells.  So sure enough, the tears started, snot dripping till it turned to sobbing.  Hubby said "What is wrong",  I guess that is the difference in some people.  I had to walk away as they drove off.  Learned a lesson that day, do not get too attached.

So my first time raising and training was a success,  how you can have 6 and find the right name for their personality was so much fun.   We had Bob, if you look at dog on left, that is him,  Bob with the spot, he was the only one with that spot so we could identify him.  Ginger here next to him, the dark chocolate,  The Queen of them all,  she was the boss and still is.  We named her after Dad's first dog in 1974. Ringo also pictures, he had a white ring all the way around his neck, another identifier.  We also had Speckles because she has freckles on her front legs,  we have Dolly just because I like Dolly Parton.   We also have Ben, best dog of the bunch, depending on who you asked. Named after a dear bluegrass friend of ours.  Since then we have kept 2 out of another litter, Spice who looks like her mom Ginger and Pearl, one of our first unique blue beagles. And we adopted a copper nose named Lucy.  It's not all giggles and beagles around here,  I am also blessed with my guard dogs Possum the Aussie,  RamZ the CataLab, Buddy the Shih-tzu and Princess the I am up to 13 and counting.  Love my fur babies.
So there you go,  this is my stress relief and I feel like I am doing something worthwhile.  I make beautiful beagles for hunters or for those looking for one of a kind colored beagles for pets. Oh how they make good kid dogs.  
Leaving here with a few more pics of some of our pups from the past.   Hug a beagle today.


One of our first Blue Beagles at his new home

One of my favorite pics, these 5 getting to meet their new human dad.

Another fav, these 3 waiting for their new human mommy, Jennifer to pick them up
Pups I am training now reunited with their Mom after 5 months. She didn't like them so much anymore, LOL

Friday, January 16, 2015

Who knew blogging could steal my brain cells. Help!!!!

Okay friends I am still trying to learn all this blogging stuff.  If you will and have a gmail or google account, please click over to the right under followers  where it says "Join this site" and let me see if it works now.

Have I mentioned I like to SHOOT THINGS---The Bluebird Blog

If you read an earlier blog, you know the adventures of Mimi and getting to shoot her gun.  Were you skeered when you read it?   If not you might me after this one.

But a quick update on how and why I ended up at the end of the dirt road at Belly Acres.   I am a city girl,  lived on the same street for 99% of my first 52 years.  I was used to seeing my Mom, Dad, kids and grandkids, Grandma, Aunts and Uncles and the rest of the clan daily.  I married Superman the country boy and he was precious, he agreed to live on the Mayfair Commune street.  Ask anyone,  I always said I could never ever ever live in the country.  I had to be within 5 minutes of every fast food place and the walmart.  I couldn't imagine not seeing the grands everyday.  

Just over 3 years ago, his mom passed away and at the same time our boy child was expecting his first child and needed a place to live.  My girl child bought a home and moved out of the hood at this same time.   I have always heard no one knows the sacrifices you will do for your children, but now I do.  I called Superman at work one day and told him we were moving to the country.  I am pretty sure he thought I had been into the cough medicine or had got a hard lick on the head when I said that.  The words came out and I was committed but crumbling on the inside.  (No one knows this up till now)   I immediately started packing 35 years of accumulated junk and that weekend we moved.  I do pretty much enjoy it up here but get so homesick even three years later.  I can't help it, my Mayfair home was the home Superman and I worked so hard to make ours. I even thought of the name "Belly Acres" because I seemed to belly ache to myself all the time about what I had done.  Enough of that I am welling up and soon will be slinging snot if I cry.

When we moved up here Superman knew I needed some type of protection and I hadn't done well with a shotgun at home so he bought me a single shot and a box of bullets.  (red ones I think).  I love blue birds and I loved bluebird boxes.  One day I noticed this married couple of bluebirds fluttering about their nest but wouldn't go in to feed their babies.  I finally grabbed a chair to be able to think better to figure this out.   All of a sudden I seen this big ole honking snake stick its head out. For Heaven's sake, what was I gonna do,  never had this problem in the city.   I called Superman at work, he was 2 hours away, what could he do?  I called my brother in law but no answer.  I sat and watched for a bit and felt so sorry for Mr. and Mrs. Blue.   I bet you know what I did next.

My "Possum" dog

I went in and grabbed my single shot and went to the other hidden place for the red shot gun shells and here I go,  snake hunting time.   I sat and got me a good aim waiting for him to stick his head out again.  Ready.......there it is  KABOOM.......missed his head but blew  a hole the size of a baseball in the birdhouse.  Run back inside, grab another red shotgun shell and back out to decide what to do next.  He was a flipping and a flopping inside there and I got a little closer and realized how big that sucker was.  He couldn't get out and he wasn't dead.  Now I am not one to see anything suffer and I knew I had to finish the job.  So I got even closer and aimed for the hole I had already shot  KABOOM....completely new hole but about the size of a grapefruit.  And the bird house came tumbling down.

My dog Possum, yeah weird name was going bat-poop crazy.  When the bird house hit the ground, El Grande snake came tumbling out, it had to have been 30 or 6 feet long.  I had hit it in the belly so baby blue birds were falling out and stupid Possum dog was trying to grab them which I thought was gross.   So I am screaming and kicking at him,  shaking a gun and trying to think all at the same time. I managed to go grab a shovel to get all this mess out of the yard.  Imma tellin' of snake, bluebird house and baby blue birds were blown to pieces. 4 trips later with that shovel and everything was gone.

I was so proud of myself, this was better than the chicken hawk hunt,  I did all this and didn't once fall down.   Since day one, it has been an adventure every day.   I would love to end with the news that I have got much better hitting my target....but I can't lie.    Peace, love and snake grease to you.

Thursday, January 15, 2015

Heart Attack Survivor at 40-Why I Go Red for Women

If you didn't read yesterday's blog, you need to go back and read it,   I had to do a "to be continued" because even though it's been almost 15 years.  It's like scratching a scab off every time I relive July 17, 2000.   But I have to do it,  it's part of my testimony to God's amazing grace and the miracles he still performs today.

I have never remembered much about working on July 17th, 2000.  I know I did and I worked extra long hours because I had got behind from taking a weekend off.   I got home around 6:30 that evening and I do remember feeling like I had been run over by a log truck after I had ran a marathon.  What in the world was wrong with me,  this turning forty must have been harder than I thought.  Ain't nobody got time to be this tired.  My superman and my son were at home and I grabbed a hot shower and told them I had to go to bed.   Now this was a first for me,  I never ever ever went to bed that early.   About 20 minutes after laying down I started feeling nauseated and made it to the bathroom and puked my guts out.   Gross but you have to be with me if I am going to share.  Now quick side note,   I am not a puking person, never have been,  when I throw up I am honest to goodness sick.

After being on my knees to the porcelain thrown,  I got up and went back to bed for about 2.1 seconds it seemed and got sick again.  This time was worse,  I had broke out in a sweat that is impossible to describe.  Even though I thought I was tough, I decided to go tell the guys in the living room.   I think that was the beginning for becoming somewhat unconscious because I felt like I was dreaming.   I do remember telling them that I must have food poisoning to have got so sick so fast.  Superman asked what we needed to do and I told him I would be okay in a minute.  Not sure what happened next but then we were getting ready to head to the ER.  I suppose to get my food poisoning checked out.   I had to hurry though, had to be at work early the next morning.

All I remember about the drive to the hospital was saying "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus" over and over.   I couldn't even pray but I called his name and he was listening.   We had never been to the ER so we went to the wrong entrance and Davey ran in to get help.  The poor guy came out with a wheel chair and I slumped in it.   They took me to a room and gave me the sexy backless gown to put on.  Till this day I do not know how/or who put that gown on me.   Or if it was even on me,  I think I blacked out about this time.

Are you still with me here,  stay with me,  I don't like to be alone with this part.  I opened my eyes and was surrounded by medical staff and my superman.  I was impressed that they would give so much attention to someone with food poisoning.  But then I heard someone say "She is having a heart attack"!  Me being me,  tried to raise up and look around,   I was trying to see the POOR OLD LADY having the heart attack and getting more pissed off because they should be worried about her, not me.

Dumbest question ever to ask someone with a competitive nature is to rate your pain.  They kept asking me this and I kept saying FIVE every time they asked.   UH-OH, something wasn't right,  all of a sudden both of my arms started drawing up in a deformed manner and the pain was unbearable yet I said FIVE.   Why was my arms doing this with food poisoning.   I heard someone tell my precious Superman he had to leave.  Why?  It still breaks my heart even trying to imagine what he was going through.  I didn't know what was happening but he did and they made him leave in the middle of it. But he joined the rest of my family in the waiting room, who didn't know but had called Prayer Warriors far and wide and prayer chains were praying.

Things went black, the blackest black and I was spinning so hard that my limbs were wrapped around me like wet noodles, I was being sucked into a vortex type hole of darkness.  The noise, oh the noise was just horrendous.   I could see and feel everything about this part.   While some people are so blessed to see a beautiful light and peace, not me,   you see I had been worshipping the all might dollar and had scooted away from the King of Kings, the one who died on the cross for me.   I turned from him, he didn't turn from me.   I was being teleported straight to the gates of hell and I don't care if you believe me or not.  I was there,  I know what happened.

Wait,  I opened my eyes and a nurse had my head pulled to the side with a suction hose because I was still puking and they were keeping me from choking on it.  I looked around and there were still alot of medical people there.  OH NO.....and I was out again.   What I didn't know then, was every time I would wake up just a little I would go back into cardiac arrest and they were shocking me back to life.  This went on for 20 minutes and multiple shocks but thank goodness I do not remember those at all,  wouldn't have even believed it had I not had burns on my chest from them afterwards.

Seems like I blinked and opened my eyes and I was in a different room and all my family huddled around me.  I can still see the looks on their faces, they seemed horrified and so terribly sad.  I remember my sweet Momma crying.  I still couldn't grasp what was going on, why was everyone so upset over food poisoning.  One of the reasons this is so hard for me to talk about is that I had been moved to ICU and they told my family I probably wouldn't make it through the night.  They broke the visiting rules and let them come in to see me, just in case.  I am sure the medical staff was allowing them to say their goodbyes. But God was there, the whole time.  He is the Great Physician, don't forget I said this.

The doctor did talk to my family and told them I had suffered what is called the widow maker heart attack.  I had flat lined so many times that he was sure my brain suffered from lack of blood.  He told them he didn't expect me to live through the night but if I did, the damage my heart had sustained,  I could not survive more than six months.  He was certain that I would have some type of brain damage if I did survive over night.

I hurt for people who do not believe in the power of prayer or have family and friends that are not Prayer Warriors.   I am writing this so the doctor was wrong but the Great Physician did the job and did it perfectly.   I did not have brain damage,  I did not die in 6 months and thanks to Him having a hand in giving knowledge to those in the medical profession,  a medicine came out 3 years after my heart attack that helped the 2/3rds of my heart that was dead, regrow itself.

Everything hasn't been rosy in the past 15 years,  I have had multiple stents implanted.   The only damage to my brain is that I have short term memory loss and don't say you do too.  You don't understand how severe mine is at times.   I tried to return to my career but due to my memory loss, it triggered panic attacks.  My doctor was straight forward with me and said "Your going to die behind that desk,  you need to decide do you want to live or do you want to make that money a little while longer".  I never went back to work after that doctors appointment.  I had a job to do, I had to spread my testimony and educate others about women and heart disease.

Thanks to WomenHeart and Go Red for Women, the past 15 years we know so much more about heart disease in women that we did then.   It's not a man or old woman's disease anymore.  If your female, think about this,  1 out of 3 women reading this will die of heart disease if we don't start sharing our stories and learning the warning signs.

February 6, 2015 is National Go Red for Women day.  I ask you all to participate and have your business do it too.  Click this GO RED DAY and get information on how you all can help spread awareness.

I apologize for such a long blog but my story is important to me.  God gave me a second chance in life and I could leave out detail but I want people to know what I went through to get where I am today,  only by the Grace of My Jesus and a wonderful family that believed in the power of Prayer. I will leave you with the scripture I believe that was meant for me to live by and don't expect a serious post from me for a long time.

Acts 20:24 However, I consider my life worth nothing to me; my only aim is to finish the race and complete the task the Lord Jesus has given me—the task of testifying to the good news of God’s grace.