tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29413719956003767512024-03-08T05:33:54.562-06:00Life & Faith in CaneyheadReal life. Real stories. Real blog.Barbara In Caneyheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.comBlogger726125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-60103804283486404562021-05-09T14:41:00.003-05:002021-05-09T17:41:17.411-05:00A Single White Carnation<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim5OCFASxmj0boguGxgI-G_fAFZdRj-c3nVcpe-eBux5AE8lmtdzYXp9fHZTJb6DxHRF5vhqEY-E2aOyTV569N2d4S57oMCAe6HdNpLq0RKFvgeYQn7X08jWvDDJSrQYUvU7US7mYrKP0/s1280/Picture0509211359_1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim5OCFASxmj0boguGxgI-G_fAFZdRj-c3nVcpe-eBux5AE8lmtdzYXp9fHZTJb6DxHRF5vhqEY-E2aOyTV569N2d4S57oMCAe6HdNpLq0RKFvgeYQn7X08jWvDDJSrQYUvU7US7mYrKP0/w400-h300/Picture0509211359_1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>There is a beautiful tradition of passing out carnations to the mothers in the congregation on Mother's Day. One single, fresh cut, long stemmed carnation for each mother. A red one to those whose mother is still living. A white one to those whose mother has passed on. I am sixty years old and have never received a red carnation. Yes, my precious mama passed six years before the birth of my 1st child. A year before I met and married my husband. </p><p>Some years I have felt simply honored and loved when I received my carnation. Some years, I have felt my own mother was honored and remembered by my receiving of this floral symbol. Some years where too busy and hectic to even reflect upon the significance of this tribute. But this year, the still, quiet perfect storm that it is, I felt tender, poignant sadness. </p><p>This brought forth reflection. Tears shed that it has been nearly 40 years since I had my mother. Memories of her laugh and her love. Grief for those I love that have also been without their mother for way too long. Thankfulness for the women in my life who have helped to fill that void through the years. And more longing for the ones who are not here any more. Grateful that they have all gone on to glory and are safe with our Lord. Joy in the hugs of beautiful grandchildren. Loneliness that my own children cannot be with me this year. Pain for those who cannot be with their mamas. Hurt for those whose mamas failed them and for the mamas that have to live with that regret. Lastly, a sense of longing to comfort, uplift and brighten the day for one and finding myself at a loss as to how to do it. Perhaps that is the root of this mood, not the carnation.</p>Barbara In Caneyheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-58856059905548034102017-11-23T00:17:00.000-06:002017-12-16T01:42:10.848-06:00#ThursdayTreeLove<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have long enjoyed viewing posts in the bi-monthly <a href="https://www.happinessandfood.com/thursdaytreelove-28/" target="_blank">Thursday Tree Love</a> blog hop hosted by Parul at <a href="https://www.happinessandfood.com/" target="_blank">Happiness and Food</a>. For almost as long, I've thought I should jump in with some shots of our wonderful assortment of trees here in Caneyhead. Well, today I have finally made it! </div>
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This is a view looking up through the boughs of our sweetgum tree into the blue Texas sky. Over half of the leaves have fallen already for autumn. A little over half of those left are golden brown in the late afternoon sun. The rest cling to green, like our Southeast Texas days cling to highs in the 80's.<br />
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I have had a fondness for sweetgums since my childhood. I liked the velvety softness of their star shaped leaves. The rich, cool shade they give in summer. The way their bark peels and curls up to reveal a surface smooth as stone. Many happy days playing in the deep San Augustine grass under a towering sweetgum in the backyard of the old rent house on Cooks Road.<br />
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Please join in and enjoy the other trees featured in this weeks edition of <a href="https://www.happinessandfood.com/thursdaytreelove-28/" target="_blank">#ThursdayTreeLove</a>.<br />
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<br />Barbara In Caneyheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.com64tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-50327269258199102792017-11-18T14:45:00.000-06:002017-11-18T17:32:40.185-06:00#SoCS: Hush!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It amazes me how people act like manners do not matter when it comes to cell phones. Much too often, they will look at them, tap them, type into them and swipe them off and on, or even continually, while you try to converse with them. <br />
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There are other places and ways simple courtesy seems to have broken down. Like a couple of weeks ago at the tire shop. I had some work done. Headed down the road afterward. Realized something wasn't working right and went back to complain/inquire. The young man actually rolled his eyes and looked off to the left when he realized what the subject was! I called him down on it. I said, "Excuse me, but I'm trying to tell you something and you need to look at me when I am speaking to you." <br />
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I read the word "arm" and a song begins in my head, "<a href="https://youtu.be/4pWm1QFPI4Q" target="_blank">walking my Baby back home</a>." My mind's eye sees a gent walking down a street with a lady on his arm. Flashes of old black and white romantic comedies start to play. Shy guys, full gowns, starry nights, convertibles, sweeping staircases, big bands.</div>
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Catching one on the late night or Saturday afternoon movie. Mother humming along with the songs, visibly enjoining reminiscing. Snippets of tales from her era. Then how she met daddy. </div>
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Oh, she's not here any more. Long gone from this world. In her arms was all comfort. Everything soft, loving and warm you can imagine. Daddy comes into view. His arms meant strength and protection. Yet, somehow they empowered me. Daddy never let me hide in them, but rather used them to support me as I tried new things and went new places.</div>
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My first thought upon hearing the word "shortcut" is skimping; not doing something the way it should be done. Taking chances that risk loss or harm. Why does my mind go there first? Likely because I have lived in a blue collar world were these type of short cuts cause harm most often.</div>
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As to the "short cut" that gets a person from one point to another in less time, those can be quite handy. I have a few I take from time to time when out driving, but what excites me the most is not a shortcut, but a back road.</div>
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One can slow down on a back road. Take in scenery, find the quaint, the unusual. Mom and Pop instead of chains. There is no extra signage on a back road to block the view. There is a feeling of adventure and discovery on these blacktop or dirt ribbons. A calm settling rather than a hurried frenzy.</div>
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are men of violence and injustice. O my soul stay away from them. May
I never be a party to their wicked plans. For in their anger they
murdered a man and maimed oxen just for fun. Cursed be their anger,
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<span style="font-family: "oswald";">This is Jacob (Israel) speaking of two of his own sons! He was on his deathbed, giving them blessings for their future. These two were so angry and bad that he had not one good word for them. </span><br />
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temple. But <b>we</b> all too often get angry for totally unrighteous
reasons. Selfish reasons, that stem from pride. While Christ's actions driving the animals from the temple and overturning the money changers tables drew criticism from the authorities, in the eyes of God he did nothing wrong. All too often <b>our</b> anger leads to wrong actions and sin.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "oswald";">Anger left to simmer can lead to violence.
Don't keep company with angry people! At the worst anger can be infectious. In the least, you can be swept up or harmed by their actions.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "oswald";">My mother's mother, Mama Ruth
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he treated animals. Violence and cruelty are never God's way! We are
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Our local small town is going all in for the Rock Hunt fad. If somehow you've missed it, people paint rocks with a simple message or cheerful picture and leave them in public areas for others to find. Those who find the rocks which are tagged on the back with local group of origin are then encouraged to post a picture on the corresponding Facebook page. Then they may re-hide the rock or keep it if it brings them joy to do so. Personally, I think there is more joy to be found in hiding them again. <br />
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I took Hannah to get a copy of her Social Security card today at the Beaumont Administration Office and found this one in front of where I parked. It is a precious Keebler Elf one with the message Living Small on it. My photo does not do it justice! I was tickled to learn it was part of the Silsbee group and posted it's picture on <a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/1861107224159027/" target="_blank">their Facebook page</a>. <br />
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While there, I found that a <a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/1861107224159027/permalink/1942402569362825/" target="_blank">rock garden</a> has been set up at the <a href="http://www.silsbeepubliclibrary.org/index.html" target="_blank">Silsbee Public Library</a> by some civic minded individuals. When preparing to write up this post, I found that the movement is being praised as a way to get young people into art, exploring outdoors and sharing a little love and joy. I also found a website for <a href="http://thekindnessrocksproject.com/" target="_blank">The Kindness Rocks Project</a> which appears to be the origin of this craze that is fast going worldwide.<br />
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All around, a lot of positivity surrounding this simplistic trend, with all ages getting swept up in it.<br />
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Surprised to see me? Wondering where I've been? Well, it all started on a Saturday night when I was down town working for the FBI. I was drinking whiskey with some bad men, the bottles were piling high, when all of a sudden,....wait! That's not it. That was The Hollies.</div>
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Let's see. Three weeks ago I posted, and then I was coasting along enjoying visiting you and you visiting me. Then Hannah's work schedule got busy with an extra day and an extra shift. I take her to & fro right now. Then Bubba got back in town early for the holiday & I spent some time with him & his family. Pete decided it was time to get out some meat and make some more sausage, right as our tiny garden decided to start coming in. Then on the 5th I had some teeth pulled, was a wussy and lay up an slept & rested for a few days. Last week the garden continued, and I had errands and appointments. And it was <i>finally </i>time I could get the girl actually enrolled at Lamar Institute of Technology. To top it all off, Photobucket decided to make a money grubbing sneak attack on 3rd party image hosting and had my blog looking like the old TV test alert image!!! 😠😂😠 I fixed the overall blog, but am sorry to say many images in posts are still not available. I don't have the time or energy to fix them all. I will be going back as I can and fixing all the #ISawItOnFacebook posts, on special posts and others as I come across them. I already have holes and red X's left over from the early days on AOL's JLand and the transfer to Blogger. 😒</div>
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<br />Barbara In Caneyheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-61547889428256796102017-06-26T22:55:00.000-05:002017-06-26T22:55:21.057-05:00#Caneyhead SunsetIn the large scope of life, I am, overall, a positive person.<br />
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When things are bad, I tend to think they will get better.<br />
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When things are good, I drink it in and savor the flavor.<br />
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In general, I think people are going to do the right thing, and when they don't, I go looking for "why". Thinking of myself and what could of possibly made me do that if I were them.<br />
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I am not a grudge holder. I eventually make peace with things, get over it, even if no one ever apologizes.<br />
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When I am lazy, I am very, very lazy and when I am busy I stay at it, sometimes doggedly.<br />
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I have been in the throws of depression before, but my basic make-up is one of resilience; knock me down and I get back up... may lay there a while, but I get back up.<br />
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My heart wants to be exquisitely generous, but my wallet has seldom allowed me to be.<br />
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Some days are diamonds and some days are coal, yet they are all a gift.<br />
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Music that shares what I feel. The smile of a child. A warm hug. A good movie to get lost in. Time with an animal. A good cry. One simple act of kindness towards me. I think God for these gifts, these simple blessings. And I thank Him so much for where I live! For the beauty and quiet I can always find here. It is something that never fails to peel away the stress, let me escape the world and recharge, revive. Be it the greens of the trees, the wildflowers, the shade, the birds, the song of frogs and crickets, the call of an owl, the stars at night or simply the stillness. Or a sunset like this:<br />
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<strong><span style="color: #0084d1;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span></span></span></strong>
<span style="color: #0084d1;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">Unlike Joseph, we don't have the authority of Pharaoh behind our words. Yet, our words still carry a lot of weight, especially for those they are directed at. And even to ourselves, as how we are perceived by others comes in large part by what we say and how we say it.</span></span></span></span><br />
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angry, but in that instant we can do irreparable damage to those
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<span style="color: #0084d1;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;">Pray to be slow to anger. Try withholding comment once you start to feel anger. Once again, remove yourself from the situation until you are calmer. It may be that in retrospect it was not that big a deal. Yet, even if it still seems to be a matter you need to address, better to do so with a clear head and a calm demeanor. </span></span></span></span><br />
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For a season, in late 2005 and early 2006, a meme circulated there. It was fun, simple, and helped everyone see we really are not all that different. The meme was "What Makes Me Weird". The person tagged lists five things about themselves that others might consider weird, and then tags five others, asking them to do the same. I want to see this circulate around Blogger and Wordpress! Please be a sport and play along.</div>
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<a href="http://silverfoxlair.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">The Silver Fox</a>, <a href="https://elizabethotten.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"> Elizabeth</a>, <a href="http://annbennett2.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Ann Bennett</a>, <a href="https://doreeweller.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Doree Weller</a> and <a href="https://beyondtheflow.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Rowena</a>.</div>
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At first glance, this sounds like something that might make an impact. Upon deeper reflection, most likely not. It fails on the basis that these males do not yet have a daughter. Asking them to imagine what is it like: the hopes, dreams, level of protectiveness one feels, still seeing one's little girl where there stands a grown woman, is near impossible.</div>
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I'll get things started by telling you that once I was all dressed up to go honkytonking, complete with my good boots and Petie Pete took me through a briar patch in the drizzling rain to rabbit hunt instead!</div>
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Barbara In Caneyheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-6055263635821257962017-06-07T13:31:00.003-05:002017-06-07T13:31:50.927-05:00#Life: Yes, leave a message, but please don't leave a voicemail.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's no secret we live out in the boonies. We have a house phone. Our phone allows for people to leave a message. While not on a separate machine with a tape, it works just the same as Jim's did on the Rockford Files. In order to hear the message, there is no need to phone anywhere, just press one button and listen. Pete checks our phone periodically throughout the day for missed calls and messages. I love when messages are like the one Jim had here. Concise information and enough detail you don't have to call back unless you happen to want to.<br />
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Then there is voicemail, which is on every cell phone and many home phone services. All of these devices that have voicemail, also tell you when you've missed a call. I hate voicemail! If I miss a call on my cell and I know you, I am definitely going to call you back. Unlike the messages, if I want to hear a voicemail, I have to place a call and go through prompts. Then nine times out of ten I'm going to need/want to call the party back as well. To top it off, if I am at home, the only way I can place these calls on my cell at the house is to go outside. Once the voicemail icon pops up on my phone there is no way to know if you have one or ten unless I phone in. It all just seems like much ado about almost nothing to me and way more trouble than it is worth.<br />
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For business purposes, I can see voicemail's benefit. But I have little use for it in my life. Most of the younger set I know never even bother to set theirs up and simply just return the missed calls they want to. I think they have the right idea. 😉<br />
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What about you, is your voicemail set up on your personal cell phone? If so, do you listen to voicemails or just return the call? Do you live in an area where all cell functions do not work inside your home?<br />
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after he had tricked Isaac into giving him Esau's blessing and Esau
into selling his birthright for a bowl of porridge. Doesn't matter
that Esau had some right to be angry....furious with his trickster
brother. If they had been in close proximity at this time, there
would have probably been a killing, much like Cain and Able. So when
confronted with fierce anger directed your way, whether deserved or
undeserved, the best thing to do is to make a retreat and give time a
chance to cool the fires of passion. Likewise, if you are the one who's anger is heating up, better to distance yourself from the object of </span><span style="font-size: 20px;">your</span><span style="font-size: 15pt;"> anger until it has subsided.</span></span></div>
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that one last comment.....to take that little jab at the one who is
ranting at you or angered you, but it is for the best. You'll be guarding yourself
from becoming too angry and intense and allow the other person to
begin to think more rationally and calmly. Then you can approach them
for forgiveness if you did wrong them. Or to find out what was behind
their actions and words. It worked for Jacob! Esau was truly happy to
have his brother return when he finally did. He had gotten over his
anger, gone on with his life and became a successful man in his own
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Barbara In Caneyheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-30907549266518693472017-05-30T23:35:00.001-05:002017-05-30T23:35:19.614-05:00#Caneyhead: High School GraduationI've been overcome with activity lately from our Hannah Bug graduating from high school. It didn't seem overly busy when I graduated. When Bubba did ten years ago, things didn't seem to be in a flurry. But WOW, this one was a continuous stream of activity! So, without any further ado, here is my gorgeous, bright, funny, caring daughter:<br />
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She graduated last Friday evening as a 2017 Texas Foundation Distinguished High Honor Graduate and a member of the National Honor Society. She loves to read, likes to succeed, respects history, adores little old men, gets along with children, and has a quick wit. She loves the Lord, has a way with animals, likes to deer hunt and can clean what she kills. She is the epitome of a millennial Texas woman. <br />
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After her graduation, her Bubba took her out to eat with his little family. Then he brought her back to school to be locked in for the night for operation graduation. My nephew was a chaperone for the event, and said he'd bring her home when it was over at 5:00am. Pete's back was killing him from the bleachers, so we came straight home.<br />
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Once home, Pete was in a foul mood. I have recently been unemployed, and Pete is on a fixed income. I think his pain and the fact he had no grand gift for his baby girl was eating at him. Around midnight, his mood suddenly changed and he told me, "I'm going out to see if I can find something, and if I can, you are going to help me with something." Cryptic. And I'm exhausted. Yet, there was a gleam in his eyes that reminded me of Pete twenty years ago. So, I simply said, okay. He soon came back with a roll of industrial grade reflective tape. He then told me of his plan. We were going to make letters out of the tape and stick them to the glass panes on the front of our porch so that when Hannah came home, and the headlights hit it down our long drive, she'd see the message as if in lights. I loved it! And loved him for it. And knew she would, too.<br />
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So we commenced to cutting, and would take one or two words worth out at a time. I'd start peeling the back off, then hand to Pete to place on the glass pane. We finished right at five in the morning. Too excited to be exhausted, we got in the car and went down the road so we could come back around the curve and see what it was going to look like. As we started to enter the curve, Pete said there were headlights behind us and to gas it...so I did and pulled into the yard to one side and turned off our lights. Soon, Clay pulled in and this is what Hannah saw:<br />
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It literally looked like part of the Vegas Strip! Hannah was overjoyed! She knows how her daddy feels about the old glass pane doors he turned sideways in the front of the porch. We may never get the tape off. But then, who cares? An unforgettable memory was made and that is all that matters.</div>
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My first thoughts upon reading the little cartoon above, were how true the first sentence is! Stresses and lack of appreciation have had me daydreaming of running away more than I ever did as a child. In fact I only remember ever thinking of it as a child but once.<br />
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As to the rest of it, who hasn't put something in a place and had trouble locating it later? Keys, glasses, remote controls, phones...are all relatively small, all are often in our hands when we go to change locations or find we need both hands. So it is easy to place them somewhere unusual making them hard to locate later.<br />
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As to forgetting where one is going; who hasn't been lost in thought while driving and passed up their exit? Back when our Hannah Bug was in the younger grades, she rode the bus most every day to school. Once in awhile, for one reason or another I'd drop her at school in the morning on my way to work instead. She'd settle into the car, stick her nose in a book and be totally quiet. Me being accustomed to being in the car by myself, I found us a mile or two out of town on several occasions before realizing I still had Hannah in the car! It became a standing joke with us.<br />
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Yet, this reminds me of a serious, ugly problem I see happening all around: older persons being painted with the broad stroke of <b>ageism</b>.<br />
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There is a current commercial for a service to help children help their parents manage their money. The ad literally makes my blood boil! They make the blanket statement that "as we age, we lose the ability to handle money." Hogwash! I have personally never known an older individual who couldn't handle their money. In fact, most budget, plan and decide when to splurge as well or better then they did in their younger years. <br />
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I overhear and see many times, things that allude older people don't want to try anything new, be it technology, social media, foods they never ate before, or music of a new type or genre. Older persons might be a little more selective in what new things they try, but every older person I know is open to some new things, with many mastering them with excitement. <br />
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I could give many more examples, but the bottom line is that all people do not age in the same way and at the same rate. Decline in one area does not mean all of one's faculties are gone. They have experiences and insights younger people can't have yet. Just as this new and changing world is giving the younger people a different set of experiences and insights. Instead of warring and disrespecting, perhaps the generations should try respecting one another and combining a century's worth of living into answers for ourselves and our world.<br />
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What's the latest "new" thing you have tried? Have you experienced ageism directed at you? Do you you have a problem valuing persons of a generation not of your own? <br />
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Since the time of my rededication, I have been closer and not as close in my Walk at different times. But no matter how close, my stumbling block, my problem area, my biggest fight is always controlling my anger and my words. What words we chose to use do matter! Matter more than we can imagine or comprehend. After all, God "spoke" the universe and our world and all that is in it into existence. And we have John 1:1: "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God". <br />
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Back when I first started blogging, I went through the Bible reading, studying, reflecting and praying about each and every verse I found that dealt with speech, dealt with being angry, in order to allow the Holy Spirit to work within me to learn to not get angry, to cleanse my speech. Along the way, I shared my reflections in sort of short devotion. For various reasons, I am going to be visiting these verses again. For my sake and the sake of someone I care very much about. I invite you to join along as I make these available in a new series of posts here.<br />
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Do you find yourself uttering certain words when you really had no intention to? Does anger sometimes get the best of you? Will you join me in aiming for the mark set in Phillipians in the verse above?<br />
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Barbara In Caneyheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-57479446676897921452017-05-13T00:56:00.001-05:002017-05-13T00:56:25.334-05:00Caneyhead: My Handsome Man<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdnLhik2xYIV1z59dSpYrkEApRggC8xctAMR-t8zxz3pSp5nY1kgtErkGgRMtjO32zZ4dlXC4zGPL1KQjhZerh7Xi_u7q0zhwcFGvlm1FzQ5cDkTmAHH7FSah0g5Z95VHe6h7HADDXqiQ/s1600/stan+the+man.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdnLhik2xYIV1z59dSpYrkEApRggC8xctAMR-t8zxz3pSp5nY1kgtErkGgRMtjO32zZ4dlXC4zGPL1KQjhZerh7Xi_u7q0zhwcFGvlm1FzQ5cDkTmAHH7FSah0g5Z95VHe6h7HADDXqiQ/s1600/stan+the+man.png" /></a>Today, I want to talk about Stanley, my handsome man. Stan the man. Although Stanley is not a man. Stanley is an eight year old stud horse and he is my baby. A big, spoiled, overgrown roan baby. He was born on Mother's Day of 2009, so Pete "gave" him to me for my present. <br />
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Right before the challenge began this year, one morning when headed out to school, Hannah noticed he was lying down, and did not pop up in response to the coming and goings. Although it is true that horse can sleep just fine standing up, Stanley sometimes likes to lay down and have a good full out snooze on his side, looking for all the world like he is dead. Other times, he'll lay on his stomach with his legs curled up like a foal, just dozing. But Hannah correctly recognized that this was different. <br />
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Pete & I immediately went out to check on him. And he did get up, but it was clear he did not want to. Immediately, we thought colic. We made sure he had plenty of water and we started making sure he stayed up and moving around. It became apparent that he was going to start to lay down continually, so Pete and my son took to walking him and keeping him moving for several hours. And yet, still nothing happened, no bowel movement, and still he wanted to lay down. <br />
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At one point a couple of friends came over and helped Pete give him an enema. That seemed to give him some relief, but still you could tell he was not himself. We stayed up all night. We would go and walk him for twenty or thirty minutes and then leave him be for an hour, then back to walking. <br />
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Thankful that he made it to see another day, yet still no good bowel movement and not feeling right. We finally tracked down a vet that treats horses and makes house calls. He confirmed that he was in deed in a state of colic, gave him medication to help him with pain and left us a supply for "just in case" because as he said, once they colic, it is more likely they will colic again. We asked why now after all these years. He has always been on the same feed, always fed the same way, but recently we had run low on hay and had cut back on it. Vet said that would do it, especially when a horse eats a "sweet" feed for his grain. Luckily, I was able to get a bale of the hay we use from my brother-in-law. Vet said feed him only hay for a week, then slowly get him back up to his feed ration, but suggested we switch him to another, less sweet feed. He compared it to a person having irritable bowel syndrome and needing more fiber and less of other foods. Fortunate again, the man we buy Stanley's hay from cut his field for the first time this year that very week!<br />
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This year was a mixture of the very familiar and the totally new. Familiar as once again we selected themes, posted each day in accordance to the alphabet, visited blogs that were new to us, commented, linked, shared. That same sense of fellowship. The same chance to learn new things, see places we'd never otherwise see, get glimpses into lives all around the world to see for all our differences we have so much in common. In reality, each and every blog is a unique perspective on the world. A view, typically from one person and drawn from their knowledge and experiences. <br />
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The new of this year revolved around doing away with one central linky list and replacing it with a separate list for each day's alphabet. This had it's ups and it's downs. The largest down simply being that each participant had to go and link up each day. The only other down I can think of is that it makes it much harder to gauge how many of the blogs you have visited at least once and how many are left to go. So, for someone determined to visit them all, this would be a drawback. Since I never make it to all of them, it did not matter for me. <br />
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The upside, of this new approach, from my perspective, vastly outweighed the drawbacks. For one thing, you never had to worry about arriving at a blog before they had posted for the new day/letter combination. For another thing, it seemed traffic stayed interspersed more evenly throughout the day instead of all bunched up. Also, I loved often knowing the topic of the day right in the list! There was also more opportunity to share on social media without simply repeating same posts. It was very nice that not once did I go to a blog and find it to not be participating! Overall, this new approach is a total winner in my book. <br />
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I found so many themes and posts I enjoyed this year! It seemed more varied, and richer content abounded. Not, to slight anyone who I visited and enjoyed, I still want to take the time to spotlight those that caught my fancy in a particular manner: <br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 20px;"><a href="https://coachdaddyblog.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Coach Daddy</a> - I stumbled upon Eli and was mesmerized. His theme was simply to clean out his idea box of assorted posts. Each day was a new surprise, yet every entry was delivered with warmth, humor and humility. Visit once and fall in love.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 20px;"><a href="http://www.jinglejanglejungle.net/" target="_blank">Jingle Jangle Jungle</a> - Mary blogs about music. For the Challenge she took us back through the 70's with a list of Billboard Magazine's chart toppers. Since I was 10-19 years old through the decade, I enjoyed hearing songs that still remain on my playlists and those forgotten gems. Even if you didn't live the 70's, they offered some of the best rock ever made. So roll on over and have a listen.</span><br />
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<a href="http://www.josie2shoes.com/" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 20px;" target="_blank">Josie Two Shoes</a><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> - Josie weaved magic in six sentences each day about one character in a story entitled "Full Circle". The theme revolves around a ladies' group and life in a small Midwest town. Written with warmth, we see women we know reflected in these posts as genuine, warts and all. If you came from, live in or ever wanted to be in a small town you must visit Cottonwood Creek!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><a href="http://ronda-rondasinbetweenlivingtoday.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Living in the In Between</a> - Christian author, Ronda Werre, explores the the deeds and life of King David's Mighty Men of the Old Testament. She gleans from the scriptures every morsel of information about these brave, loyal warriors of old. If you enjoy delving deeper into scripture, as I do, and exploring in detail the eras of the Bible to make it come alive, you'll like this series! Even if you simply love action and stories of bravery you'll be at home here.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><a href="https://mymorningcupofcoffee.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">my morning cup of coffee...</a> - Much like Dr. Sam Beckett finds himself leaping into different situations within his own lifetime in Quantum Leap, Debby leaps us around to different events of the Baby Boom years, essentially from the mid forties to the mid sixties. Relive memories on this ride or gain a new perspective on your parents or grandparents through these articles.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><a href="https://mholloway63.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">If Only I Had a Time Machine</a> - Maryann revealed her creative side when she chose the lyrics to Billy Joel's "We Didn't Start the Fire" for her theme. With each letter, she explores the historical references named in the song! A truly unique way to explore history and a great way to get the whole idea of the song.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><a href="http://scienceladybug.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Science Ladybug</a> - Being a science teacher herself, Ann is qualified to lead us through exploring the difference between opinion and scientific fact. She clarifies things for us, reminds us of things we forgot and does it without boring us! After all, her blog subtitle is "keeping science fun", which she does.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><a href="http://theoldshelter.com/" target="_blank">The Old Shelter</a> - Sarah takes us by the hand and leads us through the dark, intriguing and dangerous world of film noir where the femme fatale and damaged heroes live. Step in and explore the mark world war and the changing roles of men and women made on Hollywood film and America.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><a href="http://yagottalaughaboutit.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Ya Gotta Laugh About It</a> - Calling her blog an electronic journal, Rhondi simply writes about her life and her experiences. She does it with an honesty and sense of optimism you grow to love. If you never have, you must go meet this glass half full Canadian girl.</span><br />
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I can't say that I have ever spent much time worrying about people who didn't seem to like me. Yes, when I was a child, I was more sensitive to that. There have also been a few times along the way that I've been surprised by realizing someone did not like me. I liked someone fine and thought they liked me, as well, only to discover in some abrupt or unexpected way that I was wrong. I'm not saying it doesn't sting. Sure it stings! I think all rejection stings at least a little.</div>
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I'm just saying that I don't spend loads of time resenting them not liking me, or feeling sorry for me that they don't like me or even wondering why they don't like me. </div>
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Still, if I do have a hunch or know for sure the "why", I'm not an idiot. I think about it a little, if only to determine if it means I have been insufficient in some way as a friend. Occasionally, you can see something in yourself you'd like to change, if for no other reason so as to be a better person, maybe a better friend the next time. Certainly, if no one seems to like a person at all, then it is quite likely that person needs to make some major changes in their attitudes and actions.</div>
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Many times, more often I think, it is about nothing one can really change. Or more specifically, about something I wouldn't even want to change. What I mean is, we all have distinct personalities, likes and dislikes. Sometimes you meet someone and things just "click" with them. You find you share so much of the same interests and viewpoints. You find their humor delightful, they find you to be a good listener. Things like that. Sometimes, that chemistry just doesn't exist between two people, even try as they might. Then there are those who are snobbish or have some preconceived idea of who and what all their friends should be. These people aren't worth the time it takes to forget them. And there are the ones who dream up ideas and reasons to be jealous or resentful of you. They are trapped in a cycle of never really knowing or appreciating anyone. </div>
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The people we love, many times can be some of the folks we like the most. Some may not be. But an investment into any relationship where love abounds is a good, solid investment. Love forgives a multitude of sins. Love joins us in our sorrows, and rejoices with us in our wins. </div>
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Do you find yourself worrying yourself sick when someone doesn't like you? Have you ever seen someone had a good reason for not liking you? </div>
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Barbara In Caneyheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-6795023658847683222017-04-30T00:00:00.000-05:002017-04-30T00:00:29.664-05:00#AtoZChallenge - Perspectives: Zamzar<br />
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for compensation? Have you needed a file converted before? Barbara In Caneyheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-37772344174697040992017-04-29T01:00:00.000-05:002017-04-29T01:14:03.544-05:00#AtoZChallenge - Perspectives: YieldingI was going to write about phYchics today, but changed my mind. For one thing, I've mentioned my thoughts and feelings on this before. No need to go there again. So, I'm going to talk about yielding. <br />
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Everyone has to yield at some point, to someone or something. We may yield to our spouse's idea about where to go on vacation, we may yield the lead in a conversation to someone, we may yield ourselves to God for His will and His way in our lives. A parent may yield and let a child do something for the 1st time. Yes, we all end up yielding somewhere along the line. <br />
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Yet, yielding can be scary. Once you yield, you are not in total control. So, even though you know you avoided chaos by yielding, you can feel deprived, scared, resentful. Assuming we made a good choice initially in what we yielded and to whom, to yield can be freeing, can build trust between two persons, can expand your mind, your circumstances, your experience. <br />
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To refuse to yield when the circumstance calls for it, can lead to problems, breakage, discord, unrealized possibilities. Sometimes we just have to let our pride down a little. We have to remember that we are not "in this" alone. <br />
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While I was visiting blogs for the <a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" target="_blank">#AtoZChallenge</a>, I happened to drop by Michelle's <a href="http://www.writer-in-transit.co.za/" target="_blank">Writer in Transit</a> blog. There I discovered the <a href="http://www.writer-in-transit.co.za/we-are-the-world-blogfest/" target="_blank">We Are The World Blogfest</a>. This blogfest is all about sharing good news: uplifting stories of compassion, resilience and positivity. As I have already shared in my post regarding news, I feel there is too much circulating through all types of media that highlights the negatives of the world. What an opportunity to share some light, joy, peace and understanding this bloghop is! So, I climbed aboard.<br />
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For my first entry into this undertaking, I'm sharing three stories gleaned locally that made me feel good. I hope it makes you feel better, too, to see people thinking of others. <br />
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<a href="http://www.12newsnow.com/news/local/beaumont-group-awards-home-to-army-veteran/433400480" target="_blank">First up, a local business helps an army vet make SE Texas his home!</a><br />
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<a href="http://kfdm.com/news/local/vidor-drill-teams-raise-thousands-of-dollars-to-help-drill-team-in-louisiana" target="_blank"> Next, I heard of this group of young ladies who went the extra mile to help girls in neighboring LA.</a><br />
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<a href="http://kfdm.com/news/local/project-beautiful-me-event-hopes-to-inspire-motivate-young-girls" target="_blank">Last, but not least of these, we see women reaching out to encourage teen girls.</a><br />
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I hope these little stories of big kindness lighten your load today.<br />
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What about you, have you hears any good news lately? Join us next month on the last Friday, May 26th!<br />
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Off and on throughout my life, I've been confronted with X-rated materials. A boyfriend's family had it on once when I was there. At a party for work, where people thought it would be fun to see Debbie Does Dallas. Pornographic magazines in vehicles, etc. <br />
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I honestly don't see the allure of it. I know there are folks who do enjoy it and many who crave it, but I care nothing for it. Even aside from my faith and the fact that it feels "wrong", I have no personal interest in it. <br />
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To me, what I have seen and heard of it, it reduces the people involved down to the level of animals. We have horses, dogs, cats, chickens, hogs. The animals will mate any time, any where and don't care who watches. That's because it is all instinct, hormones and scents for them. Often times, if you are breeding, say two horses, it is best to watch, so that you know for sure the breeding has taken place and to be on hand in case something goes haywire. I don't want any part of watching two people engage in sex. To me, It's a private, intimate experience.<br />
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That's my thoughts on the subject, what are yours?<br />
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Barbara<br />
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