ANOTHER THING I AM SICK AND TIRED OF

2 10 2012

I get so tired of seeing reports and reading about the abortion issue.  Over and over again, day after day for years now, I have heard about this one issue.  I am really sick and tired of hearing about it.

God set up this world in His own way.  I had nothing to do with it and neither did any other human being that I know of.  But there are always people who want to run everything, so they have been trying to change God’s Laws for a long time.  Most of this started in the 1960’s with the advent of the hippie class and their philosophies.  What they chose to believe was their business.  Not mine.  I have my own beliefs and I really don’t appreciate having someone tell me what I should or should not believe.

I believe in God and want to follow His ways.  Every single day of my life.  I have always felt this way.  And I try to do what I am supposed to no matter what it might be that day.   I firmly believe that abortion is murder.  Plain and simple murder.  Abortion seems to be a matter of out of sight, out of mind.  Cannot see the baby, so it is alright to kill it.   Maybe it would help if the mother were required to eat the baby after she kills it like some of the animals do.  Wouldn’t that be horrible though.  But then killing the baby is equally or more horrible.

And how is abortion any different than killing an old woman who has outlived her usefulness.  This could just as easily be done.  Pretty soon, people will be advocating that.  Saves money you know.

Of course advocates of abortion push the choice button.  What choice.  A woman has a multitude of ways to keep from becoming pregnant.  So why does she need a choice.   Obviously by the time she is pregnant, she has already made her choice.  And God is fully aware of the choice she has made.

When all is said and done, God will be the one who decides if her choice is a good one or a bad one.  She will have no choice in that decision. So, although I am 100% against abortion, I will not judge anyone.  That is God’s place, not mine.   God will take care of all that when it is His time.

Meanwhile, I am sick and tired of hearing all the rhetoric about how wonderful abortion is for everyone.  Just take a look at those holding up the signs advocating murdering a child.   Somehow, they all look the same.   Wonder if that is a side effect of abortion.





WELL, I DO

1 09 2012

Do you remember when nobody ever used shampoo to wash their hair?  Well, I do.  We were all perfectly happy just washing our hair with a bar of soap, rinsing it really good, and then pouring a small amount of vinegar and water over it, rinsing that out and then having beautiful, lustrous, thick, lovely hair. Or at least we thought it was.

And then the Halo girl came on the radio.  She was the one who sang, ‘Halo everybody, Halo’   And we were all crowded around our radio listening to the Sunday evening shows and also to the Halo girl.  So,  we all went out and bought a bottle of Halo.  But that was an unnecessary expense to us, so we didn’t buy it again.  Instead, we went right back to washing our hair with the bar of soap.  Suited us just fine anyway.  My mother never wasted money on anything, so to buy a bottle of unnecessary shampoo was downright disgusting.  But we girls had tried it once and that was all that was necessary anyway.

When I got married and was on my own later, I did buy myself some Halo shampoo, but when it was gone, that was it.  I used that bar of soap again and it worked fine. In fact, I used a bar of soap most of my life to wash my hair.  And I was always satisfied with my way.  People who could save rainwater (like those who lived in the country and had a rain barrel outside their  house,) those people washed their hair in rainwater because it was supposed to be softer water.  If you lived in a hard water area, the soap would not suds and it made washing anything difficult.  Fortunately, in our town, we had soft water so didn’t have to be concerned about any of that.

Now you can go in any big box store or grocery store or drug store and see rows and rows of shampoo for sale.  And not a single bar of soap is on that aisle.  But still, I sometimes wash my hair with a bar of soap and rinse it with that vinegar and water mixture.  Keeps my hair dark and easy to manage and thick and all those good things.

Just shut your eyes and imagine a world without shampoo.  I can.  Just wondered if you remember all that.  Well, I do.

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THANK YOU DEAR GOD FOR BEING SO GOOD TO ME!

27 08 2012

Had 20 children and families here yesterday for July, August and September birthdays.  We celebrate every 3 to 4 months depending upon how many there are.  We had 11 birthdays to celebrate yesterday.   It was fun for all.  Always is.  We sing Happy Birthday to Everybody and enjoy the ice cream and cake.  It is a great time for visiting and enjoying the special company.

Almost all the cake was gone by the time the party ended.  And everyone had a sack of fun presents to take home.  We do not give expensive nor special presents.  Just items from the Dollar Store and fun things.  For instance, yesterday, everyone got a fireman’s hat fit for a 3 year old.  And they were all proud of them.  Some of them were wearing them for the afternoon.  Such things are just pure fun. And what is wrong with that.  Everything doesn’t have to be serious and grim.  Laughter is the best part anyway.

There were 4 different families here yesterday plus some who are not official families yet, but will be this year.  And then another generation will be coming along.  What fun!  I am so glad I have this big family and glad everyone gets along and is happy in their own lives.  God has truly been good to me and I appreciate that more than anything.  

Happy Birthday to All!!!





OUR LADY OF FATIMA PART 10

11 07 2012

Jacinta, still suffering with the influenza always offered up her sufferings for the salvation of souls.  She did not want any soul to go to the Hell she had seen and so she prayed constantly.  She confided her deepest thoughts to Lucia, telling her about the war that was to come soon and the many people who would die and the cities that would be burned to the ground and the many priests to be killed.  She also told Lucia about the light that would be shown in the sky when the war started.  And she always spoke of how, in Heaven, she would pray constantly for all.

A doctor came to their house and advised her parents to take her to a hospital at Ourem.  Jacinta was very afraid and did not want to leave her home, but in June, her father placed her on his donkey and took her to the hospital.  She received treatment for two months.  By now, she had a large wound on her chest which was open and running. The doctors realized she would be as well off at home, so she returned to her home.

She had a constant fever, pneumonia, tuberculosis and pleurisy.  She told Lucia that when she could, she got out of bed and said the Angel’s prayer, but could no longer bend her head to the floor, so stayed on her knees.  Lucia talked this over with a pastor and he advised that Jacinta should stay in bed to say her prayers.  She visited the Cova as long as she could, and attended Mass whenever possible.  It was very difficult for her to eat or drink, but she would force herself and then offer up this sacrifice.

Our Lady visited Jacinta many times during her illness.  Jacinta was told she would go to a hospital in Lisbon next.  This was an utter impossibility as she had no way to go there.  But in January 1920, a doctor stopped in Fatima to talk to the priest about the happenings and to visit Jacinta.  He recommended she go to Lisbon and she was sent there in February.  Her diagnosis was purulent pleurisy of her left cavity and fistulous osteitis of the seventh and eighth ribs on the same side.  Before she left, she cautioned Lucia once again not to reveal the special secret the Lady had confided to them.  She also said Lucia would establish the devotion to the Immaculate Heart of Mary throughout the whole world.

Jacinta and her mother rode the train to Lisbon but could find no place to stay.  They eventually knocked on the door of an orphanage of Our Lady of the Miracles.  They were welcomed there and Jacinta was well treated.  The Superior took personal care of her.  Jacinta had many visits from Our Lady and revealed to the Superior some of these.  Jacinta said if people amend their lives, Our Lord will forgive the world, but if they do not, the punishment will come. Beginning with Spain, great events will come sometime around 1940. She also told of offenses against Our Lord including sins of the flesh.  There would be fashions which offend Our Lord, marriages which will offend God, and governments which persecute the religion of Our Lord.  She said to be charitable to all, never criticize, have patience, and offer mortifications and sacrifices to Our Lord.  Confession, the Sacrament of mercy, should be approached with confidence and joy. Without Confession, there is no salvation.  She also said to be pure in body, preserve chastity.  To be pure in soul, avoid sin, never steal, lie or look at what would be sinful.

Eventually, she was moved to the hospital where she suffered even more for Our Lord and Our Lady.  The doctors operated and removed two of her ribs.  The anesthesia did not work well and she suffered more pain. She had someone write Lucia telling of the day and hour of her death.  Then Our Lady appeared again and took away all her pain much to the astonishment of the doctors.  She appeared the same, but the evening of February 20, 1920, she asked for the last rites of the Church.  A priest heard her Confession and promised to bring her Communion in the morning.  Jacinta asked that he bring it now, but he did not  At 10:30, she passed away without receiving Our Lord.  She was only 9 years old.

Her body was placed in the Church in a special room under lock and key.   The undertaker took only a few at a time to see her.  He said she looked alive and had an odor of a bouquet of flowers.  On September 12, 1935, her body was exhumed and found to be whole and incorrupt.  Her body was exhumed again in 1951, thirty years after her death and  had not decayed.





DEAR GOD: THANK YOU FOR HELPING ME MAKE MY DECISIONS

8 06 2012

I can never thank God enough for giving me so much happiness and pleasure in my life here on this earth.   I have just had a wonderful time.  Of course, like everyone else, I have certainly had my share of troubles and sorrows.  But in giving me such a large family, God has made certain that I was always covered up with happiness and love.

And that is what makes the difference, that love shared by everyone.  We never did sit around and hug and kiss all the time.  My mother once told me that if you help each other and enjoy being together, then you are showing your love and it is not necessary to hug and kiss all the time. We never even said the words ‘I love you’ when I was growing up.  That really wasn’t the thing to do until the 1960’s crowd came along anyway.  And then they seemed to need that constant reminder of the hug – those big group hugs for example – for some reason.

I had a long span of motherhood.  My first child was born in 1954 and the last in 1968 so I had a lot of years to enjoy my children.  Even while the older ones were growing up and moving on to their own lives, I still had that constant of small children and was looking forward to lots of fun.

Things I remember are such as standing in the sleet and snow watching my youngest son play football.  Oh, what fun!  And he was only about 10 years old at the time anyway.   After that, he didn’t play on that particular football team anymore that year.  Surely someone should have enough sense not to make those young boys play in the sleet and snow.  Nor have their parents standing on the sidelines watching.  What happened to common sense.

And then another time when my youngest daughter brought home a note from the school cheer teacher saying that she would make all decisions regarding my child’s participation in cheerleading.  I read it over twice and then told my daughter that I didn’t raise her up to give her to someone else.  And I was not signing that paper.  She didn’t even question my decision, just walked off happily and went on about her business.

Now, my decisions were not popular, no doubt about that, but I did the best I knew how every single day of my life.  I am still doing that.  And I think I have made good and correct decisions many times over.  My children were my first priority.  I didn’t care what the sport was or what the occasion was.  Right is right and that is how I make my decisions.  There is no well maybe, perhaps or we’ll see.  I just made the decision and went on to something else.

And somehow, some way, my children grew up to be happy, well adjusted adults.  Now they are the ones making those decisions and I am glad it is them and not me.  My children got to do a lot of things while growing up.  We participated in almost everything having to do with their schooling.  But just because someone said they needed to do something special did not mean that we agreed.  Such is life and my children knew that we kept their well-being uppermost in our mind. And if we said No, we had a good reason.  In other words, they respected us and as a result, they did not argue about our decision.

As I said, I am so grateful to Almighty God for having blessed me with this large family.  It certainly was not in the plans I had made for my life, but I’m so glad I let God take over and run my life.  He sure did a great job!

Thank You Dear God for helping me with my decisions.





THAT BIRTH CERTIFICATE ISSUE

31 05 2012

Well, since The Donald has brought up the subject of Obama’s birth certificate once again, I figured I might just as well jump in, too.  I had received the following email sometime ago and just held it here on my desk until I decided to pass it along.  You can check out all the details yourself.  I have not.

Obama’s birth certificate says he was born on August 4, 1961.  It lists his father and says his father  was born in Kenya, East Africa 25 years prior to this.  Kenya did not even exist until 1963,   2 years after Obama was born.  So his father could not have been born in a country that did not even exist at that time. When his father was born there, the area was called British East Africa Protectorate.  

Also, the hospital Obama was supposedly born in is listed on the birth certificate as Kapi’olani Maternity & Gynecological Hospital’  This hospital was not even named that at the time.  It was called KauiKeolani Children’s Hospital and Kapi’olani Maternity Home.  There was no Kapi’olani Maternity & Gynecological Hospital at the time Obama was born.  So why is it listed on his birth certificate.  The name was not changed until 1978 when the hospitals merged.  That is 17 years later. 

Also, it is said that in 1961 people of color were called Negroes.  So why does his birth certificate say he is listed as African American when no one had even said that term yet. 

As I said, check it out for yourself.  This came from UrbanSurvival.com.   Maybe The Donald is really on to something.  I certainly hope so.  Vote Republican all the way down the list this time.  I certainly will.  Thanks.  

 





CALLING MY MOTHER

24 02 2012

You are always hearing the phrase, Call Your Mother.  Today I thought of that incident in my life and thought I would tell you about it.

One of my sons and wife had a new baby one morning.  I rushed to the hospital to see the new arrival and then i rushed home to call my Mother and tell her about this wonderful new great grandchild she had.  Only thing was that my Mother had died several years before this.  But, all that day, no matter what I was doing, I kept thinking that I needed to call Mother and tell her about that wonderful new baby.

I would be cooking or washing dishes or sweeping the floor or even driving the car and that thought kept pounding in my brain.  Later in the afternoon, I even went to the phone, picked up the receiver and started to dial her number when I realized once again that I could not call her.

I don’t know why I had such a compulsion to call her that day.  The baby was so exciting to me and I just knew she would want to know all about it.  But over and over again, I had to remind myself that I could not call her.  Not that day nor any other day.

Sure will be glad when I can talk to her again.   I have a lot of things to tell her about this wonderful family of mine.  She will be so excited. And it will be such fun to have that conversation.