...A REAL American Idol doesn't have to be voted on!!!!!!!
Elvis, any way you want him, all month long in August on TV Land!!!
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Lessons from the Lights
Last Friday, the corporate office got two new desks. My ever resourceful co-worker, Naomi, finagled getting the old ones passed on to us. Took a whole day rearranging, but we managed to get them both set up in our office. So, I'm no longer on a folding table! Neither is our part-time college student, Brittanny. She has Nomi's old desk. We look and feel more professional now. There was only one problem. My desk goes into a corner. And two of the fluorescent lights in the fixture closest to my desk were out. Made the paperwork portion of my day a little dark and difficult.
After a little gentle nagging, I managed to get our maintenance supervisor, Gerry, to attend to my problem. He brought a whole box of bulbs in. I said we only need two. He said just wait and see. He began to gently twist loose one old bulb after another in the fixture closest to my desk. Then he started placing in each new bulb. One didn't come on right away. He twisted and pushed and giggled it until it lit up. When he was finished it was so bright and different!
He closed the cover on the fixture. Wow! Even the cover looked bright and clean and white! But now the fixture nearest Nomi, looked dark and dingy in comparison, despite the fact that all of her bulbs were lit. So, Gerry moved the step ladder over and repeated the whole process on the other fixture. When he was finished the whole room shone brighter and whiter! Now I saw Gerry's wisdom. And in this whole process I realized some spiritual truths as well.
Just as Gerry knew every bulb should be changed, God knows we need to be totally made over when we come to Christ. He doesn't just take away the "bad bulbs" of sin and darkness. He reworks, remakes and replaces our shallower, dimmer "good bulbs" of love and charity and such with His own new brand. If a "bulb" doesn't light up, he gently giggles it with the Holy Spirit's conviction and persuasion until it too shines forth it's brilliance. In this way, we can truly shine, clean and new for Him to the world around us. And in comparison, those who have not submitted to this change look dull, dingy and dirty.
Got any bad bulbs in your fixture today? Call in the Master Maintenance Man.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Ultimate Bible Quiz
Found this little quiz over at Cynthia's. Just had to go and try it.
I'm happy to say I never once picked up my Bible or cheated, Pete as my witness.
You know the Bible 98%!
Wow! You are awesome! You are a true Biblical scholar, not just a hearer but a personal reader! The books, the characters, the events, the verses - you know it all! You are fantastic!
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The sad part is, I shouldn't be awesome. Everyone should know the Word of God at least this well. Each one should pick it up, read it, study it personally. Know it all? Never. Studying the Bible is like peeling an onion. Each layer reveals a new and deeper layer.
Don't have a Bible? Need a translation you can understand? Bible Gateway. Now you have no excuse!
An Observation
The other day on my way home from work, I noticed a tanker truck on the roadway. On it's side were the words "Liquid Sulphur".............This one was truly Hell on Wheels! ;o)
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
And It's All Because....
Your mama don't dance and your daddy don't rock n roll.
Well, I was beginning to think that everyone thought redneck, country girls didn't rock. But being that I was born and raised in an area smack dab between George Jones' home and Janice Joplin's home I run the full spectrum. Have to admit I like the clean, clear lyrics of earlier rock. And I am very partial to Motown. Daddy took me to see Ernest Tubb in concert when I was about 8. And my sisters instilled in me that you always watch Elvis any chance you get. 
I know everything from "My Bucket's Got a Hole In It" to "Hell's Bells". Gracious! Mama even clued me in on who Rudy Valley, Glenn Miller and Nat King Cole were. But she didn't dance. Brought up to be a good Baptist. Daddy knew how to waltz. I never got to dancing until I was out of high school!! Then I seemed to make up for lost time. The last 20 years or so most of my dancing has been dancing babies around.
To make a long story short, Carolyn named me as a: 
Now I'm supposed to pass the award on to five more rockin' ladies. I know many who do. I'm just not 100% sure who has already been rocked and who hasn't. So, I'll just pick and hope for the best.
A new found friend of mine stirs up memories in her journal: Do You Remember? I don't even know her name yet. But her screenie is ggjack7 and she's still got it going on in her 70's. So she rocks!
A rockin' new tagger in J-land, lipglosslush7, has got it goin' on over at Juicy Apple Designs. Her tags and sigs are young and hip.....so she's rockin'!
My friend, Vee, is keeping it real and unto the Lord over at Diary of A Sold Out Woman. Nothing rocks more than that!
Marlene at A Poet's Point of View ROCKS with beautiful photos and stirring poetry.
And there's Donna. Donna rocks because she is a devoted mom who shares cute and comical conversations with her boys over at Sweeping the Cobwebs of My Mind. And she's a Texas girl!
Okay people, what are you still doing here? Go, enjoy and
ROCK N ROLL!!!!
Sunday, July 1, 2007
Please welcome our new addition!
(Thank you Donna, for this precious announcement!)
Ain't I precious! I'm Prissy and I'm all legs. My mom and dad are both Tennessee Walking horses. So I will grow up to be tall and ride smooth. When I run, my tail goes up straight in the air. It's bred in me.
I fell into this world from the comfort of mama's warm womb on Friday evening about 8:00 pm. There was a crowd of onlookers gathered around the pen. They watched and cheered as I kicked free of the bag. They seemed to struggle with me as I tried to get to my feet and step far enough away to break the cord. There were smiles and laughter. I heard four wheelers bringing others down to stop and see and greet me. Someone brought mama a bucket of feed.
I liked smelling mama. I liked rubbing against mama. I knew if I could just find the right spot she'd have something good waiting for me. A couple of hours after I was born, the spectators wandered away and it was just me and mama.
Mama patiently told me try again, as I nuzzled behind her front legs to no avail. When I went underneath her looking she gently stepped over me and re-positioned herself with her hind quarters near my nose. She did this dozens of times, until almost by accident I bumped something hard and found wet upon my nose! I licked. I shook my head. Oh, wow! And I dove back under to find again that liquid meal.
I saw the sun yesterday for the first time. I ran for the first time. I heard lightening and firecrackers. I felt raindrops upon my back. So far, life is good. Life is being by mama. Life is naps near her feet. Life is a small little girl coming and wrapping their arms around my neck and telling me "I love you Prissy."
Today brought visitors. New faces at the fence. Looking. Comparing me to my dad. Comparing me to my grandfather. Bragging on my mama.
I can hardly wait to see what tomorrow brings!
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
It Doesn't Get Any Better!
In a message dated 6/13/07 5:34:26 P.M. Central Daylight Time, AOLAlerts writes:
DO you have a good bread and butter pickle recipe you would want to share??? :-)
Wish I were coming to your house for some of that good okra tonight!!! lol
That was from Carlene, in response to the last post. And the answer is "Yes".
Well, actually, the recipe come from my sister Edna. And Pete has used it for years to make his crunchy, tasty Bread and Butter pickles.
4 quarts sliced medium cucumbers
4 medium white onions, sliced
2 green (bell) peppers, chopped
3 cloves of garlic
1/3 cup coarse-medium salt(pickling salt)
5 cups of sugar
3 cups of cider vinegar
1 1/2 teaspoons turmeric
1 1/2 teaspoons celery seed
2 tablespoons mustard seed
Do not pare cucumbers; slice thin. Add onions, peppers and whole garlic cloves. Add salt; cover with cracked ice; mix thoroughly. Let stand 3 hours; drain well. Combine remaining ingredients; pour over cucumber mixture. Heat just to a boil. Seal in hot, sterilized jars. Makes 8 pints.
(Tips: Use only firm, fresh cucumbers. Never try to double the recipe. Get out all ice that did not melt before boiling. Turn jars upside down for 5 minutes after closing them, then turn right side up for a guaranteed seal.)
All these additions and improvements and AOL pictures still can't keep the animation in a gif. ?! Of course, no one ever asks me what would be most time saving/convenient for me.
Emmy horse is still pregnant. No colt. Pete's decided she's keeping it to herself.
Thunder rolling outside. More scattered thundershowers. Every single day. Almost too much water for the garden! Now we are also gathering a few ears of sweet corn, and have picked some peas. Cooked a big pot of purple hulls and a large skillet of smother-fried okra last night. Some fried hot water cornbread and a few pieces of steak to round it out.
Wish you all could have been here the other evening. It was a perfect time. Pete's sister Mary and her husband Jim came over about an hour after I got in from work. They had brought some boudain and some wieners. (Would you believe that neither aol spell check nor Merriam-Webster have a clue about boudain!!! I had to use the local phone books listing of a local boudain maker to check the spelling!) Pete fired off the grill and thawed out some country style ribs and link sausage. I stuffed some of our good, fresh jalapeno peppers with cream cheese and wrapped bacon around them.
We cleaned off the old 1950's dinning room table on the front porch. Pete hung a drop light in the rafters. And we broke out the old, large, green, dominoes from the pool hall daddy ran once upon a time in Carthage after he had his leg ran over by a dozer. Plug in the box fan and point it this way!
We shuffled and started a round of 42 while the charcoal was burning down. Before long, Mary's son and his wife and two young boys showed up. Hannah had playmates and Bubba had someone to shoot the bull with. The food went on the grill right after Mary and I beat Pete and Jim in the first game. Pete pulled a few ears of sweet corn and threw on there too.
Then we started the next game, and us girls did some high bidding and some quick setting of the men to win that one with the men only having one mark to their credit. Bubba found the oldies tapes, swamp gold, classic country and Cajun that Pete's mama had made for Pete from the treasure trove of old 45's they had.
Conversation, aggravation, laughter. One more game of Forty-two. Seem we almost always play three. This time we went back and forth and back and forth until the guys finally emerged victorious by one mark. Get that food off the pit! Slice some tomatoes. Cut up some cucumbers. Where's the plates and the light bread? Before long everyone is stuffed. A little cleaning up. Leave most of that; I'll deal with it tomorrow.
Soon, things wind down and they begin to saunter on off to home. Bug is still wide awake, even though it is after 1:00 AM. It had been a very hot, muggy day earlier. And I had surely thought of jumping in the pool to cool down. But too much company. All that has to be is put away. Come on Bug, let's go for a late swim! And we jump in and cool off and relax with a canopy of stars overhead.
Get out, dry off and ease on toward bed. Sweet dreams. It doesn't get any better, people!
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