Yadi Yadi Yadda
Friday, April 17, 2009
Monday, August 18, 2008
Fay is suppose to work her way to us at some point, though she will be much weaker by then. However, the suspense is mounting, not knowing what is really coming. All day long we have been warned of her approach. She is not severe, however she will be annoying. She will probably take some of our power lines down, hurl some missiles, knock some trees and branches, soak us real good, maybe to the extreme. In essence cause a little chaos.
I am so ready for her. You probably wouldn't understand it. It's a Florida girl thing. By the way she will be Brock's first storm. He came home from the hospital on Saturday. Talk about timing?School started today, and all his siblings are sick, pink eye, cold/flu, and stomach virus. N I C E, eh? Today was little Bryans' first day at pre-school I'll tell you what, we are ever so busy down here in our neck of the woods. We do appreciate your prayers :)
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
At this point, God moved in his wonderful, and marvelous, and timely way and Brock began to improve. He will not be on a ventilator. (a three day ordeal in itself) however. his stay in the Neonatal unit will be longer than his Mommys' stay at the hospital. But this is ok. Please continue to pray for him, he does need your prayers.
Jule expressed to us this morning; "God has been so good to me, far more than I deserved." By the way I thought I should mention that Jule is doing great!
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
End of Summer Blues
We just got done with a great revival. We've had some stray lambs come home. And yes it is wonderful to have spiritual babies in the camp. You know they have a tendency to make some noise and that is just down right nice and exciting :)
Yesterday was Papa's birthday (That's my Son in Laws, Step Dad). We celebrated with a twilight birthday dinner on the beach. Nothing like it. Fried chicken, whole wheat pasta salad, watermelon, banana pudding, and chocolate birthday cake, oooh yum :) and the love of a good family. Yep, can't be beat.
Kids played in the water, Papa surfed, and we visited, as we watched the sun go down and the beach became a kaleidoscope of many colors. The stars twinkled, Luna shown bright and all was well, can't complain. Even the bugs decided to join us. We topped it off by walking the big bridge, great exercise strategy. Still no baby...
I've had two dates, one with Isabella Maria and one with Mackenzie Alexandria.
With Belle we went to Burger King, MickyD, and then sat on a swing at the river while we ate our sundaes.
With Kenz, we went to a flea market, that died and we did not know it . So we ended up at our Secret store (sorry, not disclosing, dugh) We got ice cream cones, and drove around and reminisced.
If you have never had a date with a Grandchild, do. I highly recommend it. It is so rewarding. They make cutesie faces, and share little things with you, that they never would. You kinda get a little sneak peek into their personality. And though they may wear you out, the rewards will renew your spirit.
Oh yes, Charles died. Twas a great loss. He was mourned and will be missed. Two Kittens have replaced him, and one stray peacock (he may be a transit). Though not as regal as our Prince Charles, I guess they will do for now. We have a lake behind us. I heard this hauntingly honking noise and thought a duck had wandered to far. But later this evening after dinner Bryan, showed me this new fellow. He is quite handsome. I threw him some old bread crumbs, out on the back patio and he did not disappointment us.
I can't believe summer is almost over, Wow, does anybody know where it went to and where was I as it passed by? Did it even notice my feeble attempts of enjoyment?
Friday, July 04, 2008
We were invited to Bro. John and Cheri Bennett's home. It is so very wonderful to be a part of God's people. We had a volleyball game going, a couple of blow up jumpy toys for the kids, and lots of good food.
We sat around and visited and just enjoyed the breeze, the sunshine and each other. Her home is lovely. And they are so hospitable. And when the sun went down, our Pastor, Bro. Owen, and several other brothers put on a remarkable fireworks display. Right above our heads. No crowds, no parking problems just us. It was incredible. We left with sleepy worn out children and I just knew I had to share the moment with you. Hope your fourth was great too!
Happy Birthday America
I remember getting on a plane and wiggling my pinkie, the sign that meant that I was a worm. A worm was the name given to non-communist. At five years old I did not realize that my Uncle's broken body was left behind buried in some defeated battlefield. The price he and my family paid to defend their land from the communist regime. I did not realize that one of the men I would love most in this world would forever live scarred and broken, haunted my images he will never share with anyone. That's the Uncle that survived.
We were an average family, not rich in material things but very close and rich in family love.
Little did I know that I would be leaving behind my beloved grandmother, and aunts that adored me, and my cousins. This new life in this foreign land would almost cost my heartbroken mother her sanity. I once visited our local library, right here in Town and took my children to see the washed up rafts of the Cuban refugees. As I stared at those pitiful boards, I cried. Cried for the men who would rather drown in shark infested waters, rather than live one more day with a tyrant. Men that wanted to be free. My brother served in the United States Coast Guard and he has seen men that were out in the sun for so long that when they went to take off their shorts, the skin followed. Men that would rather be dead than to be told what to eat, wear and how to live. Communism is not pretty.
I remember as a child visiting the freedom building in Miami, the Ellis Island of many a Cuban refugee, the first stop to their new home, their new land. I remember going there with Mom and getting big giant cans of peanut butter. We had no idea what it was, because it didn't exist in our country. I remember seeing kids at school buy big giant pickles, I had no idea what they were eating, that did not exist in my country either. I've been called names, I've been judged, prejudiced against by a few. But yet I've been accepted and loved by the majority.
I remember embracing this country and melting into it. I remember in grade school singing; "Land where my father died, land of thy pilgrims pride," only to realize that my ancestors had not died here but 90 miles south of the FL keys.
America has been good to me. It is my land, my country. I owe her much. She spared me from ration lines, poverty, and deprivation. She gave me three brothers, four children and soon to be six grandchildren all born on her soil. She allowed me to become her citizen, something that was granted to me through privileged, not birth. I am so very proud to be an American, because I chose to be one. When our people hurt, I hurt with them. When our flag flies high, I swell with pride and admire it. When we are threatened, I am indignant. I love everything about her, and when it is the fourth of July, I celebrate. Happy Birthday, America, and Thanks :)
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
as I wait for it to near.
The air is quite oppressive.
Once again it drags its feet.
And I alone am waiting,
anticipating, expecting, a repeate.
Lightning flashes, bright and hurried,
across the Florida sky.
And jostles the world around me,
illuminating seconds, that rock the day goodbye.
I sit and drink the moment,
with my old friend the earth.
And feel refreshed, renewed,
while enjoying its worth.
I call it a storm.
Who needs sunshine always,
that would only make it norm.
Yet, every afternoon, is packed with excitement,
the show varies in size.
Sometimes it lasts forever,
sometimes its over like a sigh.
And every perfect evening will offer,
the promise of the moon.
Sometimes like an expecting mother,
all rounded and full.
Or just barely a sliver of light,
that shines ever so cool. Which happens to be my favorite.