Reflections

We have many types of reflections in life.

I happen to like reflections of my daughter,
and to reflect back on her growth to womanhood.

 Quite the handful growing up, sometimes felt like I had 2 of her.
All the more I loved her.

"Did you ever have to make up your mind..."

Decisions, decisions. 

Poking fun at my daughter.
A few bad experiences can make a person a little leery.
Can I get a vote to help her?

Frankly, I like the guy, but I'm just a mom.

True meaning of a Southern Belle

Today is the birthday of one of the nicest young women

 I've ever had to pleasure to meet.

Kaelan Nolf.

I spelled it right this time!
 A nameless person sent a text with an improper spelling, 

which I promptly wrote on her Birthday Cake.

Kaelan never batted an eyelash and very nicely thanked me,

never bringing attention to my error.
(neither did her sister Jayda or Daddy Scott)

A beautiful name for a beautiful Southern Belle.

BTW she aspires to be an elementary school teacher. 

Lucky kids.

Happy Birthday Sweetie.

 

GARDEN SNAKES CAN BE DANGEROUS...

Snakes also known as Garter Snakes (Thamnophissirtalis) can be dangerous Yes, grass snakes, not rattlesnakes. Here's why.

A couple in Sweetwater , Texas , had a lot of potted plants. During a recent cold spell, the wife was bringing a lot of them indoors to protect them from a possible freeze. It turned out that a little green garden grass snake was hidden in one of the plants. When it had warmed up, it slithered out and the wife saw it go under the sofa.

She let out a very loud scream.

The husband (who was taking a shower) ran out into the living room naked to see what the problem was. She told him there was a snake under the sofa.  He got down on the floor on his hands and knees to look for it. About that time the family dog came and cold-nosed him on the behind. He thought the snake had bitten him, so he screamed and fell over on the floor.

His wife thought he had had a heart attack, so she covered him up, told him to lie still and called an ambulance. The attendants rushed in, would not listen to his protests, loaded him on the stretcher, and started carrying him out.

About that time, the snake came out from under the sofa and the Emergency Medical Technician saw it and dropped his end of the stretcher. That's when the man broke his leg and why he is still in the hospital.

The wife still had the problem of the snake in the house, so she called on a neighbor who volunteered to capture the snake. He armed himself with a rolled-up newspaper and began poking under the couch.. Soon he decided it was gone and told the woman, who sat down on the sofa in relief.

But while relaxing, her hand dangled in between the cushions, where she felt the snake wriggling around. She screamed and fainted, the snake rushed back under the sofa. The neighbor man, seeing her lying there passed out, tried to use CPR to revive her.

The neighbor's wife, who had just returned from shopping at the grocery store, saw her husband's mouth on the woman's mouth and slammed her husband in the back of the head with a bag of canned goods, knocking him out and cutting his scalp to a point where it needed stitches.

The noise woke the woman from her dead faint and she saw her neighbor lying on the floor with his wife bending over him, so she assumed that the snake had bitten him. She went to the kitchen and got a small bottle of whiskey, and began pouring it down the man's throat.

By now, the police had arrived.

Breathe here...

They saw the unconscious man, smelled the whiskey, and assumed that a drunken fight had occurred. They were about to arrest them all, when the women tried to explain how it all happened over a little garden snake!

The police called an ambulance, which took away the neighbor and his sobbing wife. Now, the little snake again crawled out from under the sofa and one of the policemen drew his gun and fired at it. He missed the snake and hit the leg of the end table. The table fell over, the lamp on it shattered and, as the bulb broke, it started a fire in the drapes.

The other policeman tried to beat out the flames, and fell through the window into the yard on top of the family dog who, startled, jumped out and raced into the street, where an oncoming car swerved to avoid it and smashed into the parked police car.

Meanwhile, neighbors saw the burning drapes and called in the fire department. The firemen had started raising the fire ladder when they were halfway down the street. The rising ladder tore out the overhead wires, put out the power, and disconnected the telephones in a ten-square city block area (but they did get the house fire out).

Time passed! Both men were discharged from the hospital, the house was repaired, the dog came home, the police acquired a new car and all was right with their world.

A while later they were watching TV and the weatherman announced a cold snap for that night. The wife asked her husband if he thought they should bring in their plants for the night.      And that's when he shot her.

TCOB

I'm working on some new photos but I have to take care of business 

before the business takes care of me, LOL.

What happened?

Last time we saw this guy, he was just a kid.
Where did the years go?

I hope you have the most wonderful day ever.

Without glitz and sparkles, still a very handsome man. Lucky Sadie.

More Family July Birthdays

Grandnephew Landen Pittman is next on the list of July Birthdays.
(Someone pulling my leg with so many in July?)

 So live it to the fullest. 

from Aunt Sandi and Uncle Ron

Free download exe of Landon's card with sound.
LandensBirthdayCard

Party for a Birthday Diva

Irelynd's mom, Sadie O'Neill, posted some great pictures of her birthday party.

I put them all in one neat package for you.

Hope you had a very,

Irelynd

Non animated ^

Hope you like it. Lots of Love.

Passing of a Friend

It saddens me to say a good friend passed away today.

Gerald McComb.

We have known Gerald and his wife Flo for over 6 years.

He always had a smile and laughed at my corny jokes.

Lots of good memories.
Rest in Peace Gerald.

Future Harlem Globetrotters

I understand my grandnephews gave them a run for their money

at their training camp. Wow! You boys sure get to do some really cool stuff.

Madhatter

That's what I lovingly call my husband.

He wears many hats, cook, Natl Guard,

carpenter, plumber, I could go on but I sure many men do also.

However, how many of them collect Tea Pots?

The title fits him as well in many aspects.

Walk on the wild side

Yasmine is ready for a safari. Lining up her targets.

Good Night Sweetheart

Who can resist a girl and her dog?

Irelynd  sleeps soundly with Jake by her side,

 while the angels watch over them both..

 

Who wrote the song "Precious Lord"

turn back to God.com

AFTER READING THIS I THINK YOU WILL BE SURPRISED AT WHAT YOU LEARNED.  I 
SURE DID NOT KNOW THIS.  GUESS YOU DO LEARN SOMETHING NEW EACH DAY...

THE BIRTH OF THE HYMN "PRECIOUS LORD"


Back in 1932, I was a fairly new husband. My wife, Nettie and I were 
living in a little apartment on Chicago's south side. One hot August 
afternoon I had to go to St. Louis where I was to be the featured 
soloist at a large revival meeting. I didn't want to go; Nettie was in 
the last month of pregnancy with our first child, but a lot of people 
were expecting me in St. Louis . I kissed Nettie goodbye, clattered 
downstairs to our Model A and, in a fresh Lake Michigan breeze, chugged 
out of Chicago on Route 66.


However, outside the city, I discovered that in my anxiety at leaving, I 
had forgotten my music case. I wheeled around and headed back.


I found Nettie sleeping peacefully. I hesitated by her bed; something 
was strongly telling me to stay But eager to get on my way, and not 
wanting to disturb Nettie, I shrugged off the feeling and quietly 
slipped out of the room with my music.


The next night, in the steaming St. Louis heat, the crowd called on me 
to sing again and again. When I finally sat down, a messenger boy ran up 
with a Western Union telegram. I ripped open the envelope....


Pasted on the yellow sheet were the words:


YOUR WIFE JUST DIED.


People were happily singing and clapping around me, but I could hardly 
keep from crying out. I rushed to a phone and called home. All I could 
hear on the other end was "Nettie is dead. Nettie is dead.'"


When I got back, I learned that Nettie had given birth to a boy. I swung 
between grief and joy. Yet that same night, the baby died. I buried 
Nettie and our little boy together, in the same casket. Then I fell 
apart. For days I closeted myself. I felt that God had done me an 
injustice. I didn't want to serve Him anymore or write gospel songs I 
just wanted to go back to that jazz world I once knew so well. But then, 
as I hunched alone in that dark apartment those first sad days, I 
thought back to the afternoon I went to St. Louis .


Something kept telling me to stay with Nettie. Was that something God? 
Oh, if I had paid more attention to Him that day, I would have stayed 
and been with Nettie when she died.


From that moment on I vowed to listen more closely to Him. But still I 
was lost in grief. Everyone was kind to me, especially one friend. The 
following Saturday evening he took me up to Maloney's Poro College , a 
neighborhood music school. It was quiet; the late evening sun crept 
through the curtained windows.


I sat down at the piano, and my hands began to browse over the keys. 
Something happened to me then. I felt at peace. I felt as though I could 
reach out and touch God. I found myself playing a melody. Once in my 
head they just seemed to fall into place: 'Precious Lord, take my hand, 
lead me on, let me stand, I am tired, I am weak, I am worn, through the 
storm, through the night, lead me on to the light, take my hand, 
precious Lord, lead me home.'


The Lord gave me these words and melody, He also healed my spirit. I 
learned that when we are in our deepest grief, when we feel farthest 
from God, this is when He is closest, and when we are most open to His 
restoring power.


And so I go on living for God willingly and joyfully, until that day 
comes when He will take me and gently lead me home.


- - - -Tommy Dorsey


For those too young to know who he is, Tommy Dorsey was a well-known 
band leader in the 1930's and 40's.


Did you know that Tommy Dorsey wrote this song? I surely didn't. What a 
wonderful story of how God CAN heal the brokenhearted! Beautiful, isn't it?

Worth the reading, wasn't it? Think on the message for a while.


Thought you might like to share this, I just did.

Sharing " Aunty Acid" e-mail

Thank you Celeste for sharing these.

I needed the laugh.