Sunday, December 28, 2008
As someone who married into a family that had the majority of their land "seized" for the good of the nation this notion scares me, and I think it should scare you. There seldom turns out to be anything fair about fair market value. We must be very careful to make sure the good of the many far outweighs the loss of the individual and families. Or even the loss to a private business or enterprise.
To seize land under eminent domain we should be sure it is for some long reaching purpose that will serve or better peoples lives for some time to come. Highways to connect us and move goods. Dams to provide energy and water. Or even perhaps as in our case to save a chunk of natural surroundings in their pristine state for future generations in a park or preserve.
I cannot comprehend the acreage they want for this thing!! Two hundred and seventy-five acres! What are they planning on building out there?! To me a humble stone marker in the middle of the field would be much more somber and fitting. Do they expect it to be a tourist attraction? And should it be? Like some freakish side show?
Maybe I've lived in Texas too long. (All my 48 years.) Here, for years, it took the federal government for back taxes or failure to pay your mortgage on your land to lose your land. Simple creditors couldn't touch it. Still can't in most every case.
As to the person and or entities to whom the land belongs, I believe that in the unusual circumstances of the situation, caring folk would offer up a section of their land of their own free will either free of charge or for only meager reimbursement. But it should be their CHOICE. As to what to offer, how much to offer and for what purpose and for what compensation.
The heroes of that day can be honored any where, any time. And to best honor them is perhaps to maintain all the freedoms and rights we can.
1. How many members of your family not living with you did you see on Christmas Day?
Let's see. I believe three came by the house. And then we saw eleven others over at my sister's house that night.
2. When spending time with family, how long after you arrive do you begin to feel “antsy” about being there too long?
I don't think I ever do. Does that make me rude? Sometimes I get to feeling ready to leave just to be home and relax in my own home my way. But I can't recall feeling I have to leave or should leave.
3. Is your family more likely to have pleasant discussions or heated arguments during a big meal? Do you join in or quietly listen in?
Do you mean extended family or just my little home? With extended family, meals are always pleasant affairs with light conversation. I join in. At home, sometimes Hannah and her brother get into nitpicky, irritating conversations or arguments. I try to snuff them out.
4. Take the quiz: How Do You Really Feel About Your Family?
You Feel Humbled By Your Family
You are very quick to forgive your family for wrongdoings. You don't expect them to be perfect, and you try to help them out whenever it's possible.
You feel like your family is prone to too many arguments and instability. You never feel like things can be completely peaceful.
You've improved your family relationships through introspection. You always look at your own behavior first, and you've made changes to how you act.
You tend to be the rock in your family. You support everyone in their times of need, and they take your advice seriously.
Some truth there I suppose. We have a large and varied family. Counting my side and Pete's.
5. Consider the family member whose views are most opposite of your own: If your friends or co-workers met the person, what single topic would probably be the source of the most embarrassment for you if your friends heard that person talking?
Things might come out of their mouth that sounded prejudicial. I don't think they feel that way at their core, but they are way too insensitive with their remarks and jokes.
6. Did you get everything you wanted for Christmas? What one thing that you didn't get would you like to have received?
I had a wonderful Christmas. Got some nice presents. Had the joy of seeing my family happy. I guess if I had to pick something I'd say a gift card or a little cash. But I'm sure not complaining!
If you would like to play along, follow the link at the top to Patrick's to leave a link there.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Tomorrow I'll be up fairly early. Making chicken and dumplings. Baking the dressing. Sipping my coffee. When everyone is stirring we'll open up our gifts. Then some time to relax. Maybe catch a movie on the all day John Wayne on the Western Channel.
Tomorrow evening, we'll join my nieces over at my sisters house for chicken gumbo, a good visit and check out whats in our stockings on her fireplace.
However you are celebrating, I hope yours is wonderful and that all is well with you and yours.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
(To friends and passersby, I did not write this, but it was forwarded to me in an email. I merely want to pass it's truths on to you.)
Santa lives at the North Pole.
JESUS is everywhere.
Santa rides in a sleigh
JESUS rides on the wind and walks on the water.
Santa comes but once a year
JESUS is an ever present help.
Santa fills your stockings with goodies
JESUS supplies all your needs.
Santa comes down your chimney uninvited
JESUS stands at your door and knocks.. and then enters your heart.
You have to stand in line to see Santa
JESUS is as close as the mention of His name.
Santa lets you sit on his lap
JESUS lets you rest in His arms.
Santa doesn't know your name,
JESUS knew our name before we did.
Not only does He know our name, He knows our history and future
Santa has a belly like a bowl full of jelly
JESUS has a heart full of love.
All Santa can offer is HO HO HO
JESUS offers health, help and hope.
Santa says "You better not cry"
JESUS says "Cast all your cares on me for I care for you".
Santa's little helpers make toys
JESUS makes new life, mends wounded hearts and repairs broken homes.
Santa may make you chuckle but
JESUS gives you joy that is your strength.
While Santa puts gifts under your tree
JESUS became our gift and died on the tree.
It's obvious there is really no comparison.
We need to remember WHO Christmas is all about.
We need to put Christ back in Christmas.
Jesus is still the reason for the season.
May the Lord bless and watch over you and your loved ones this Christmas 2008 and in the New Year.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
When I was just a little girl, about 3 years old, I was out on an inner tube with my very pregnant sister, Edna. Her young husband, Howard, was there. And I think Mama was on the shore. Not sure if they were in the Neches River or on Village Creek. Suppose I could call and ask Edna, but it really doesn't matter. Not for my story.
Somehow, we managed to flip over. We were both in the water. Edna so pregnant she could barely swim herself, and I totally ignorant of anything about the water. Most of this has been related to me by my Mama and by Edna at some point, but this I remember clearly: dark murky water all around. My eyes wide open drinking in the sights as I float quietly downward. I remember watching the tiny little air bubbles rising to the top. Fascinated by it. All seemed so calm and serene. I had no idea I was in jeopardy. That I was going to the bottom and fast running out of air. I suppose the fact that I didn't know to panic actually made my breath last longer. Then I remember being jerked by an arm. And that is that. All of my actual memory. It had been a young muscular, James Dean looking Howard who had pulled me from the water.
I was not left with any fear of water...probably again because I had not known I was fast approaching death and had suffered nothing traumatic. One summer when I was around seven or eight, Mama had a friend of my sisters who had a pool in their backyard give me swimming lessons. She did an excellent job. Again, absolutely no fear, only joy in the water. She taught me to float, to swim above the water and below it. To do a simple dive. And to retrieve things from the bottom of the pool.
Soon, I was going to the pool in town every chance I could to swim, slide and dive. The older I got the more summer afternoons I spent there. It was a wonderful place. Fenced in pool area, San Augustine grass all around the pool and the covered pavilion. Hard plastic deck chairs lining the cement around the pool for sunbathing and lounging. Basket lockers and a shower/changing room for each of the sexes. A small snack bar for refreshments.
The pavilion had chairs and picnic tables and pool tables beneath it. Teenage boys in cut off jeans would keep the pool balls clicking and clacking throughout the day. And there was the jukebox. Don't know how many songs it had on it....or how often they were changed out, but overwhelmingly in my memory I hear the echoes of the Steve Miller Band and "The Joker". So much so, that whenever or wherever I hear the familiar strains of that song I immediately smell chlorine, feel the suns warmth and hear the "Thwang" of the diving board.
There was a small slide in the shallows for little ones. There was a huge slide at about 6 foot for everyone else. There were two diving boards on the cavernous 12" deep end. One regular and the other a towering high dive.
When I went to college at Stephen F. Austin and had to select a phys ed course, I happily signed up for swimming. What could be better than being able to swim every single day if one wanted regardless of the whether!
There they picked my form apart and put it back together. If there was a stroke I never learned, I don't know what it could be. I received high marks on them all. For one of the higher swimming classes we had to complete the Red Cross Basic Rescue training. Hear we learned to scissor kick for breaths and hang like jelly fish. For the grand finale we had to enter the pool on the deep end in our jeans and all our clothes. Take our jeans off while treading water, tie the legs together and while holding the waste line in either hand whop them down hard on the water to trap air inside and use them as life preservers.
The actual fact is I'd probably never need in assistance except in the roughest of water. I am a natural floater. I can literally lie on my back in the water, floating on it and reading, sipping a drink through a straw, whatever. I look as though I am laying on an imaginary float! My instructors plainly told me that although I managed to complete the exercises satisfactorily, I would indeed be better off on my back in many situations.
Went on to learn how to drag folks out of the water. Not on a level to qualify for a life guard, just for a real immediate emergency. I'm very happy I have never had to attempt to use any of that training. The only way it has been put to use really, is that I trained Hannah Bug myself to float and to swim.
Coming next in this series is the story of how I earned my canoeing badge.
Hope this finds you all happy and satisfied from a great Thanksgiving Day.
Hey, Barbara, what'd you have for Thanksgiving? Well, since we celebrated at the deer camp, I kept it quite simple. There was a spiral cut ham, corn casserole, green beans chocked full of bacon and pineapple cherry salad. I'm sure the ham bone will find a pot of beans. ;o)
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Pete mostly watches the satellite. Movies, western channel, discovery. But he does like to catch Jay Leno. Last night he was tuned into him. His guest was Bill Maher. That political comedian. Well, I was there and listening. I found most of his jokes and commentary to be about grade school level.
And then he proved he was a moron. He mentioned the gay marriage thing. And then went too far. He said Jesus never spoke against homosexuality. He even went on to espouse the heresy that Christ was a homosexual! He eluded that the "law" of the Old Testament was archaic.
This man doesn't know or understand the Bible. This man doesn't care that he doesn't. He's just out looking for applause. Attacking anything and anyone in an absurd manner to cause a stir, get a laugh.
What disturbed me as much as the slander against Christ, was the fact that the audience bought into it. Enough to gawph and slap their legs and elbow each other. The Bible tells us truth shall be known as lies and lies as the truth.
What disappointed me no end was that Jay Leno didn't look shocked or try to play it down or make any other motion to corral this scoundrel. Once upon a time, a host would have ejected a guest over such an insult.
God lay down His law in the Old Testament. He made very clear how He felt on homosexuality. He destroyed a city over the fact they had let it and other sexual sin run rampant. Jesus didn't have sex with a man or with a woman. He was not married. He would have been breaking the Law of God. Had he of done that, he would not have been the spotless Lamb to atone for our sins. If you say Jesus was homo or had a woman on the side you are denying who HE said HE was. You are calling him a liar and a fake. Make no mistake!
As to the Law, Jesus himself said he came not to change the law or do away with the law but to fulfill the law. If you find the words from His mouth that cancels out any, please email me the Chapter and Verse. What Jesus DID do was to make clear that following the law is an act of love and that you can't follow the law if you love not. Love is not what the world tells us today; where you quietly go along with anything a person does and nod and say that's okay. Love sometimes says, "Whoa! You are going too far. You are running wild. You are headed for disaster and ruin." Love doesn't accept low living from others....love says, "Look here, let me lift your eyes up and help you to live fuller, richer, to your best potential." If you want to love me as the world says you should love, do me a favor and don't! I'd rather have an enemy. An enemy would come nearer bringing out the best in me than one who loved me with that sick, crippling, kind of love. I want someone to kick my butt when I need it. To expect something worthwhile from me.
Jesus also condemned in harshest terms those who twisted the Law and the Word of God for their own advancement. He reckoned them to snakes. And he condemned the practice of thinking yourself better than others. Being smug and pious. Like you Bill.
Go ahead America, laugh yourself to death, straight on your way to Hell. May God have mercy on your souls.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Many moons ago, two people tagged me to list six things about me that you don't know. They were Kathy and Jill.
I'm finally getting my Around-To-It. So without further ado, I offer you six things you don't know, but you will when you finish reading.
1. Certifications - I hold several certifications from the American Red Cross. Advanced Swimming, Intermediate Water Rescue, Basic Canoeing and CPR. There's a couple of stories buried in this that I will be posting in the near future.
2. Anger and Fits - As a teenager, I'd get radically angry when I saw someone taking advantage of the underdog. As I got older I began to demonstrate my anger more often over much less lofty circumstances. Before I turned back to Christ I was at the point of taking someone's head off for any and every thing. Screaming, cursing, slamming things, stomping. Pete used to threaten to "sic Barbara on them." The change between then and now is extraordinary! But that doesn't mean that it's not still sometimes a struggle. To holler or use curse words when I'm really angry is still the weakest point in my Christian walk. And unfortunately, my home is the place it is most likely to happen.
3. Car Crazy Cutie - The Beach Boys had a song about a car crazy cutie. That fit me in my younger years. I changed my own oil and spark plugs. Had a subscription to Hot Rod magazine. More about this in an upcoming entry.
4. Breast Fed Both Children - With Bubba, well, he was what they call a sleepy nurser. I was a first time mom. It was a battle! With Hannah Bug everything went smooth as silk. Put it all together and I have much experience. So if anyone out there is trying it and needs some advice, I'm here for you.
5. I Shoot to Kill - Sounds tougher than it is. Actually the only three living things I ever shot at I killed in one shot. They were in this order, a doe one deer season, an armadillo that was digging up our yard, and a water moccasin Bubba saw in the shed by the horse stall.
6. I Never Liked Kids - I was born when both my sisters were about out of school. I grew up in many ways as an only child. So I just couldn't get what everyone goo' d and gaa' d over. Then at 29 I had Bubba. I remember in the hospital thinking he was beautiful and that this precious child needed a mother, not me! LOL Then when he was three, I was cornered to help in VBS by my best friend and prayer partner. I found God calling me to help in Children's Church. I worked in CC for over ten years. I loved it! Always treated my kids as midget adults. But they seemed to respond to that. I still get hugs from ex students every where I go. And I find myself gooing and gaaing over the new little ones that I see coming along. The things God can do in us, and through us!
7. Rum and Capt. Jack - Oh, this is seven. Call it a bonus! lol A part of me would love to be on an island somewhere with Captain Jack and a case of rum. Call it my inner wild child.
That's it. I hope there was something that surprised everyone. It's been so long since this meme started, I haven't a clue who to tag...so if you want to and haven't, consider this your invitation to play along.
Barbara, what's for supper? Pork loin, seasoned up fine, cooked in the rotisserie until it's golden on the outside. Baked potato with all the fixins, garden salad chopped real fine and a nice warm roll to round it out.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
THE OLD PATHS I liked the old paths, when Moms were at home. Dads were at work. Brothers went into the army. And sisters got married BEFORE having children! Crime did not pay; Hard work did; And people knew the difference. Moms could cook; Dads would work; Children would behave. Husbands were loving; Wives were supportive; And children were polite. Women wore the jewelry; And Men wore the pants. Women looked like ladies; Men looked like gentlemen; And children looked decent. People loved the truth, And hated a lie; They came to church to get IN, Not to get OUT! Hymns sounded Godly; Sermons sounded helpful; Rejoicing sounded normal; And crying sounded sincere. Cursing was wicked; Drugs were for illness; And divorce was unthinkable. The flag was honored; America was beautiful; And God was welcome! We read the Bible in public; Prayed in school; And preached from house to house To be called an American was worth dying for; To be called a Christian was worth living for; To be called a traitor was a shame! Preachers preached because they had a message; And Christians rejoiced because they had the VICTORY! Preachers preached from the Bible; Singers sang from the heart; And sinners turned to the Lord to be SAVED! A new birth meant a new life; Salvation meant a changed life; Following Christ led to eternal life. Being a preacher meant you proclaimed the word of God; Being a deacon meant you would serve the Lord; Being a Christian meant you would live for Jesus; And being a sinner meant someone was praying for you! Laws were based on the Bible; Homes read the Bible; And churches taught the Bible. God was worshiped; Christ was exalted; And the Holy Spirit was respected.. Church was where you found Christians on the Lord's day, rather than in the garden, on the creek bank, on the golf course, Or being entertained somewhere else. I still like the old paths the best!
"The Old Paths" was written by a retired minister who lives in Tennessee.
Barbara, what's for supper? Well, today Mama's been lazy and done a few chores so we'll take out the eggplant dressing, butter beans and potatoes that are left over.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Prior to meeting and marrying Pete, I had dated a fellow from Beaumont named Rocky for close to a year. He was my last boyfriend before Pete. Then I had met Pete and three months later, we were married. I had a Mustang Cobra unlike any other around these parts and he drove a little red AMX. Two similar sporty cars. I have an old photo of them parked hood to hood and a caption above them that says, "The other couple in love."
But I digress. I don't remember the reason, but one day Pete had to go to Beaumont. Now, being a good country boy, he tries hard not to go to the big city. And to him that is the big city. But for some reason he did need to go and for whatever reason (may have just been to drive something different) he took my Mustang.
Down in Beaumont, Pete was having trouble locating the place he was looking for. Well, he has more common sense than pride, so he pulled in to a tire shop to ask directions. A man was standing outside in the parking lot. Pete parked near him and got out to ask directions. The man was looking the Mustang up and down. Then he was looking Pete up and down. Finally, before answering Pete's question, he asked his own, "I guess you are the guy that married Barbara?" Pete looked at him for a moment and then said, "Yes, I am. And I suppose you are Rocky."
When all was said and done, Rocky told him how to get where he was going. And Pete got a kick out of telling me about this chance meeting. All I can say is "what are the odds?" We aren't talking a tiny one horse town here. And we are talking about a public place....a tire shop. Any way, I knew then and there I'd never get away with anything should I have tried.
I hope you were amused. I love that tale. And our 25th wedding anniversary is getting closer and closer.
Have a great weekend!
Another "borrow" from Hee Haw. Remember how I was saluting cities that visited my blog over at AOL? I don't have any sitemeter set up here as of yet. So I thought I'd do another gimmick from that old show. "Grandpa, what's for supper?" Do you remember that one?
Here we go: Barbara, what was for supper? Well, let me tell you I made an eggplant dressing baked up hot in the oven, with some speckled butter beans cooked down with bacon, fresh, hot biscuits and ice cold milk to round it out.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
And that brings me to this entry. Back when we were first married, Pete and I went to a party one night that is typical of the kind folks throw around here. Band or DJ set up in a swept out shop. Everyone brings their own refreshments. Lots of mingling from tail gates to the concrete shop floor.
Now my Pete has never been one for dancing, but I love to and had always danced often in my younger years. So, he turns me over to his brother and a trusted friend to dance me around and Pete goes off to talk and mingle. When I and my partners stop for a break, I go off to find a port-a-pottie. On my walk back up to the shop I see my Pete in the light by the shop door standing facing me. He's smiling and laughing. Standing directly in front of him is a short little thing with long dark hair. Hand on the hip. The other hand occasionally touching Pete on the shoulder. As I proceed towards them, I begin to think it looks like Pete is enjoying himself entirely too much with this person! And this person is acting entirely too casual with my Petie-Pete! Why doesn't she know he's married and off the market now!!! And if not, why hasn't he told her?!?!
By the time I am within a few feet of them, my jealousy and my anger are at full tilt. I access that the way they are standing my best bet is to pull her by the shoulder on the side that keeps reaching out to touch Pete, sliding past her at the same time, where I will step beside Pete, put my arm through his, give him a kiss on the cheek and then say "Sweetie, introduce me to your friend." with a sparkling smile on my face.
I approach carefully timing my steps and stride so that my fool-proof plan to stake my claim and protect my property can be carried off without a hitch. I reach up with my right hand and "gently" push this person back to one side about a step and half, at the same time stepping forward, turning and slipping my left arm through Pete's. I plant the kiss on his cheek, and turn to my gaze to face my foe.
Imagine my astonishment when I see a male face with a beard! I feel heat begin to rise to my face as I hear Pete saying "Here she is now! Barbara this is So & So..." I have no idea what name Pete stated. My ears were ringing by now. I muttered a hello and watched as he said goodnight and turned to climb into a short bed truck with huge monster tires on it.
This is how I learned what a tricky beast jealousy can be.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Just click my title....it should point you over her way.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Got an email the other day from my friend and ex-neighbor, Lloyd. A joke I found absolutely hilarious. And I'll tell you why just as soon as I share it with you:
- Mold isn't necessarily the end of it. If bread has the white mold, pinch it off and toast the bread. If cheese has some of that whitish or bluish stuff, simply cut it off and proceed.
- Substitute hamburger everywhere you possibly can for other cuts of beef and use tuna instead of salmon.
- Always save leftovers! If they won't eat them, stop cooking. When they get hungry enough they will.
- Stale cereal? Place on cookie sheet and toast in oven just a little to give it back it's crunch.
- Save every bread sack, twisty tie and rubber band that ever comes your way. Cuts down on the number of baggies you have to buy.
- Soap never gets too small. Save pieces and then get them all wet and mushy when you have a handful and press together. Voila! A new bar.
- Out of buttermilk? Use sweet milk with a tablespoon of vinegar added to curdle it to substitute in recipes.
- Stock up on staples like baking soda, flour, meal and such and make things from scratch.
- Strain and save all grease.
- Don't forget about evaporated milk! Richer flavor to recipes and can dilute with half water.
Well, that should get you started and thinking in the right vein. Until next time, God bless and keep you.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
I chose this graphic because there has been an explosion in my email, folks frantic, sad, angry, etc. over AOL's decision to do away with hosting journals. I understand where you are all coming from. It's been great here. We've been blessed. But I want to encourage you all to reflect on the fact that all too often we neglect or ignore new opportunities and directions because we are comfy where we are. Often God will move us out of our comfort zone so that we can experience new blessings or that He may lead us on to new ministries. The old word for alive is quick. To be quick actually means to be able to change. When we loose the ability to change, a part of us dies. I pray comfort, peace and God's direction to you all at this time.
To answer many of the questions I am getting:
1. Will I still have the group Sisters in Christ? Yes. It is in no way dependent upon AOL Journals.
2. Will I move Life & Faith in Caneyhead? Yes, I plan to migrate it over according to the instructions AOL is providing through Magic Smoke. (See link at the top of the page.)
3. I don't want to loose contact, can we stay in touch? Yes! I will be at the same email address: email@example.com. I am on Myspace, Facebook and use Plaxo. (Tip: You can find me on Myspace and Facebook by my screen name: bhbner2him.) Also, I plan to bookmark new journal addresses and join any groups or lists of migrated J-landers that is available.
Chin up, friends. We'll migrate and explore new territories together.
San Francisco, California
1,688 miles from Caneyhead,
Friday, September 26, 2008
Hello, all! It's already fall! And it even feels like it here. We are having very low humidity and cool, refreshing overnight temps hovering around 60 degrees. Feels downright chilly!
And to match that fall feel, I came home and put on a pot of chili. I never make it from scratch. Why should I? With Wick Fowler's I get the same perfect, tasty chili every single time. I used to always use his original recipe with ALL the red pepper. But with Pete's stomach problems and children I started using the mild version. Every bit as full and flavorful as the original but without all the heat.
Occasionally I throw a can of Ranch Style beans into it. Every now and then I cook a pot of rice to go with it and bake a pone of cornbread as a side dish. But mostly, we like to keep it all meat and eat it with saltines. Or do what we are tonight, which is to make frito pie's with it. Sometimes I use the leftover and box of macaroni and cheese and make chili mac. I love that stuff!
Well, I'm off to enjoy some it now. And feed the rest of the herd.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Friday, September 19, 2008
Yes! I am back and we are fine! Thanks to those who tried to get my message out to everyone. Absolutely no damage here this time around. We were high and dry. The only trees that fell were in the woods...belonged to the park, not us.
We were out of power and lost our phone late Saturday afternoon until today. We've been eating well off an old butane stove and the bar-b-que pit.
I worked yesterday and today. The company is running on a giant generator. And they are feeding us some excellent lunches!
God was with us. This storm barely touched us up here, unlike Rita. But Ike has reeked havoc in nearby communities.
My hat's off to Guido, who I see posted some of the REAL story on his journal. The national news makes me so mad!!! Yes, dear Houston had some damage. Yes, because it is a large city the damage may be expensive. But the real loss was on Galveston Island and especially the peninsula that runs between Galveston and High Island. Bolivar, Crystal Beach, Gilcrest and points behind the pennisula in the bay.
Also, further East behind Sabine Pass (who took the direct hit from Rita)Bridge City who had no levee suffered much flooding. Port Arthur, though fearful the storm surge would top or break the levee, faired better. Tip your hats to Jack Brooks for that.
You can see it all in this map.
I am north of Silsbee. (Click image to view larger.) And you can get more detailed information on what really occurred at KFDM.com. And up to the minute news as we progress along with our recovery. For any local folks who are stranded away from home, KLVI and dear old Al is still your best bet for info.
All in all, Ike was not necessarily any worse than Rita. But they were very different storms. With Rita it was the wind speeds that did the damage. With Ike, the immense size of it and the storm surge was what lay things to waste. I'll be posting some little stories about our experiences in the coming days. And doing some catching up with you and yours in J-Land.
Tags: Ike, Galveston, Bolivar, Crystal Beach, Gilcrest, Bridge City, KFDM, KLVI, Jack Brooks, Al Caldwell, Port Arthur
Friday, September 12, 2008
Okay, now to get serious. I know many of you will be alarmed and some even worried. Ike is definitely nothing to play with. I have shut off my alerts, because I feel fairly certain we will be without electricity for a week or longer.
Guido has an entry on Ike. This area will probably see something with Ike they didn't see with Rita: significant storm surge. Rita was supposed to have one. But they way she came in at the last minute weaker, the surge was not what was predicted. If I lived South of IH-10 I'd quite likely leave. But I am North of it. 35 miles. We are at 115 feet above sea level. We are on the side of a hill. Even rain water never stands here. In our county, there is no better place to be water wise.
We will be in our bunker tonight when Ike comes in. In the ground is the safest place to be in a tornado. We have an escape hatch other than the door. We have supplies and are ready to live like at deer camp for as long as the electricity is out. We have a better generator than before Rita.
Remember, no news from me for a while only means I don't have electricity or phone service. It took a month to get both back after Rita. The blessing of living in the pines. :op I will post just as soon as possible from home or work.
Please pray or send out good vibes for all of Texas. But don't WORRY. God says to worry about nothing. I'll miss you all very much.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Looking like Freeport will get the eye. Of course things may change. And we will definitely get plenty of storm weather. But we are staying. Still got supplies. Still have the metal building in the hill.
But hey, it's our humor that sustains us many times through stressful events. So, I want to share a little something a friend of mine named Lloyd shared with me:
Houston Hurricane Evacuation Plans
City officials just announced the Houston hurricane evacuation plan
Today for Hurricane Ike:
Cajuns use I-10 East to Lafayette.
Hispanics use I-10West to San Antonio.
Rednecks use 59 North to East Texas.
Republicans fly Continental first class to Washington DC.
Yankees and Democrats use 45 South to Galveston. (very important)
Longhorns use 290 West to Austin.
Aggies use the 610Loop.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Well, I got up this morning, accessed the situation and called my boss to say I'd be in to work. Not a drop of rain in Beaumont today. But Pete & Bug had showers off and on here at home all day. It was breezy, but nothing as bad as a serious Norther.
Things in the office were remarkably calm. We had worked ahead so much in preparation. I'd say about 3/4's of our customers were open for business even though the evacuation order was only lifted this morning at 6:00am. Tomorrow may get a little woolly, what with trying to go back and catch up those that were closed today.
A skeleton crew on board. Many had evacuated and hadn't returned home yet. The company fed us a lovely lunch of sandwiches, some wicked good deviled eggs and chips. So I can keep my leftover dumplings for tomorrow. ;o)
About an hour and half after I got home today we get the hardest rain we have gotten in days!! Don't that just figure for Texas weather.....let the hurricane move out and THEN it'll get bad. Even lost the satellite reception right at the end of Maverick. Now I'll never know who got the real pearls.
You see reruns of Maverick on the Western channel and coffee is how I unwind every day when I get in from work.
I'm going to predispose this with a disclaimer; I do not want any wishes or cards out of this. Just noting that birthdays when you get older just suck. They suck a big toe that has been in open sandals all day. No cakes. Very few surprises. No flashy gifts.
Aw, but I've got Bug to hug and kiss. And a lovely note tied here to my computer screen. Won't open it until she gets inside. And hubby announced he'd cook us some breakfast for supper tonight.
And perhaps I'm forgetting that my 48th year could have been spent looking at the remnants of our home strewn from the pond to the woods. If Gustav had stayed strong and tracked just a little to the west, he'd of plowed right through here. At the start of the weekend I was thinking, "Gee, thanks Lord.....a hurricane for my birthday." Now I think, "Thank you Lord for placing your hand upon the storm and telling it to calm down now....for my birthday."
I'm cool, I'm comfy and I'm content. Maybe an old 1960 model woman doesn't need flash or fanfare for her birthday?!
|Elizabeth, New Jersey||1,325 miles from Caneyhead.......SALUTE!!!!!!!!!|
Tags: birthdays, 1960
Monday, September 1, 2008
Well, things are looking up all around weather wise. For us here in SE Texas but also for those in LA. Not near as fierce a storm as it could have been. Coming in at an angle that will soften the blow.
It's currently 1:35pm here. Not a single drop of rain yet. A little breezy outside, but nothing worrisome. The local weather keeps improving our forecast. Less rain and lower wind speeds. The officials are meeting this afternoon to consider lifting the evacuation order for this area either this evening or tomorrow. So, I may be expected to work tomorrow. We'll just have to see. I won't venture out in driving rain or cross all the bridges and overpasses I have to in winds with strong gusts.
I thank God for holding back Gustav's furry. Of course there will still be many adversely effected that will need help and prayers. But it could have been so many more. Now we should begin to turn our prayers to the East Coast and whatever Hanna has in store for them. Hanna the storm, that is. Not my little, sweet Hannah. :o)
Been so absorbed by the storm I had forgotten to include a salute in the past couple of entries....so:
Sunday, August 31, 2008
The good news is coming! First, Pete and Bubba got the little metal building all buried and ready to go. If it isn't needed this go around, it'll be there for any tornado or other severe weather that should come our way. That is if we aren't all bedded up and sleeping through it. Lord knows this bunch does their best sleeping in bad weather.
So far NOAA and our most trusted local meteorologist agree that we aren't going to get any of the really rough stuff here. Winds topping out at 40-45. A good deal of rain. But we are high and dry as far as flooding goes.
Pete and Bug are spraying a coat of white paint inside the shelter. So we can see easier in there. I have chicken & dumplings, peas and fried cornbread ready in here to eat. Bubba, being 19, just had to run see someone for a little while.
My stomach is growling! My, but those dumplings smell good! So, for now all looks really good for us. My thoughts and prayers are with those for whom it might not be so good.
Will continue to keep you posted. We could loose electricity over a hard sneeze around here...so it is always possible that even a gentle storm will leave us in the dark and me disconnected from you. So, please stick to the old adage that no news is good news. ;o)
If you are really curious, you can read our own local forecast here: KFDM Weather.
Yes, looks like we are in an area to be impacted by Gustav. If it holds to the track and conditions that NHC is forecasting, we should just get rain and some wind. Winds that aren't any higher than you get for anything else. Of course these lovely storms are prone to have surprises.
Our county joined the crowd and called for evacuation today. We aren't going. Pete has buried a metal shed into the side of the hill. If we were to get anything approaching Rita force here or tornadoes, we'll sit it out in there. We have many and varied supplies. And are actually way better off and prepared than we were before Rita.
We have water put up and bought to get us through until Pete can get a generator on the pump and running. We have lots of good, easy to cook on the pit or in a pot on the burner food. Plenty of fried cornbread makings.
So I don't want anyone out there worrying. But prayers are welcome...for the whole Gulf Coast region. I'll be updating here as long as I have electricity. If we should be without it for awhile, then I'll post at my first opportunity. If you are curious or worried, check here. I'm sorry but I won't have time to respond to individual emails.
I want to take the opportunity to brag about my place of employment. It's a uniform service company. Everyone pitching in and working extra hard to get all paper work for the week finished and clothes ready for the upcoming week. Payroll done and in the bank so to speak so we don't miss a payday. You may think a uniform service company is not a very vital service, why all the commotion.
Well, here's the deal. We are in the heart of the petrochemical industry. After a storm the first thing, by executive order is to get those refineries on line. The manpower to do so is bound by rules that say they must be in fire retardant clothing. And where do they get it? Yep. Us and places like us. We are small but very important link in a chain.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
This entry started when I went to read my friend Jon's post in his blog titled: The Writin' Spider. For full effect I suggest you start there, too. Now Jon post's lots of huntin' and fishin' stories. Some funny antidotes, a little family history and such also dot his blog.
Anyway, back to my story. I read his entry and left the following comment behind:
My family calls any spider they find around our house my pets, because I asked them not to tear down every web they saw or try to kill every spider. The web really helps stop bleeding. I want some around in case of an awful emergency.
I have never heard of a writin' spider. But then I am East Texas. Best as I can see, it looks like what hubby calls a banana spider. When I saw the title I thought maybe you had Charlotte at your house! 'o)
And Jon sent me this reply:
We have lots of spiders up here and we have a lot of Black Widows. There
used to be a lot of Tarantulas too, but I guess that, like our Horned Toads,
DDT got 'em!
I have heard that spider web helps to stop bleeding, but have never tried
So I responded by sharing this short story with him:
That's when Jon answered me with this note:
Friday, August 22, 2008
Tags: J-Land 5 Celebration
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Sunday, August 10, 2008
Stopped by Carolyn's blog today. As usual, she had a good, informative, thought provoking post. She mentioned in that post how the message of many Christians, Christian groups and churches are being watered down. Cleaned up to make them more acceptable. More palatable. Ignoring the fact that sin separates man from God, or that Christ's blood was necessary to cleanse us from sin, or that He is coming back.
Then I see this little story in today's Laugh and Lift. This is not my writing, my work. I share it here merely to cause some to reflect and to think.
There was once a spider who lived in a cornfield. He was a big spider and he had spun a beautiful web between the corn stalks. He got fat eating all the bugs that would get caught in his web. He liked his home and planned to stay there for the rest of his life.
One day the spider caught a little bug in his web, and just as the spider was about to eat him, the bug said, "If you let me go I will tell you something important that will save your life." The spider paused for a moment and listened because he was amused. "You better get out of this cornfield," the little bug said, "The harvest is coming!"
The spider smiled and said, "What is this harvest you are talking about? I think you are just telling me a story." But the little bug said, "Oh no, it is true. The owner of this field is coming to harvest it soon. All the stalks will be knocked down and the corn willbe gathered up. You will be killed by the giant machines if you stay here."
The spider said, "I don't believe in harvests and giant machines that knock down corn stalks. How can you prove this?" The little bug continued, "Just look at the corn. See how it is planted in rows? It proves this field was created by an intelligent designer." The spider laughed and mockingly said, "This field has evolved and has nothing to do with a creator. Corn always grows that way." The bug went on to explain, "Oh no. This field belongs to the owner who planted it, and the harvest is coming soon." The spider grinned and said to the little bug, "I don't believe you," and then the spider ate the little bug for lunch.
A few days later, the spider was laughing about the story the little bug had told him. He thought to himself, "A harvest! What a silly idea. I have lived here all of my life and nothing has ever disturbed me. I have been here since these stalks were just a foot off the ground, and I'll be here for the rest of my life, because nothing is ever going to change in this field. Life is good, and I have it made."
The next day was a beautiful sunny day in the cornfield. The sky above was clear and there was no wind at all. That afternoon as the spider was about to take a nap, he noticed some thick dusty clouds moving toward him. He could hear the roar of a great engine and he said to himself, "I wonder what that could be?"
2 Peter 3:3-4 "In the last days mockers will come, following their own lusts, and saying, 'Where is the promise of His coming?'"
2 Peter 3:9 "The Lord is not slow concerning His promise, as some count slowness, but He is patient toward you, not wanting anyone to perish, but for all to come to repentance."
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