Month: January 2007

  • I want to start by saying I am sorry to all of you that I have not been posting on your blogs.  I have been so overwelmed lately.  I am in the proccess of evicting my son from my Dads home and I have been worrying over the fact that i am NOT going to be able to save Dads home.  There is no way that I can pay his motgage.  He has no money and will not have any coming in.  Recieved notification yeserdaythat Social sequrity retierment will not be coming due to the fact that he has been convicted of a crime and he is jail. 

    I am not able to pay the motgage on the house and keep up with my bills.  The house is in bad shape and there is no way that I can rent it without repairs.  I have no money to make the repairs needed.  it is that vicious circle.  It is sad that my Son does not see this he is still thinking Pappys money can pay the bills.  I have tried to explain things to him but he does not get it.

    He is all about give me, give me.  He is not about trying to save the house that my Mom and Dad bought when they moved to florida.  He wants to live there for free and still have Dads money pay for all repairs.  He still tried to put the blame on others when it is because he and his wife chose to have children and then not have jobs to support them.  They are my grand children not my children.  I wish that I could support them but I can not.  I will not risk loosing all the things I have aquired over the last few years for them.  I HAVE WORKED TOO HARD!!

    Any way my friends.  That is why I have not been around.  I have been stopping to visit. and I pray for all those encluding myself that may need some help but I am not feeling very good about my self and things right now I fell like I have failed in something really important.  Thanks all for listening.

    Found this in an old e mail and boy do I need to take this to heart!!!

    A MAYONNAISE JAR AND 2 CUPS OF COFFEE
    When things in your life seem almost too much too handle, when 24 hours
    in
    a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 cups of
    coffee.

    A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front
    of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and
    empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then
    asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

    The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the
    jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas
    between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was
    full they agreed it was.

    The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar . Of
    course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar
    was full. The students responded with a unanimous "yes."

    The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and
    poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty
    space between the sand. The students laughed.

    "Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to
    recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the
    important things- God, family, your children, your health, your friends,
    and your favorite passions--things that if everything else was lost and
    only they remained your life would still be full.

    The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house,
    and your car. The sand is everything else -- the small stuff.

    If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room
    for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend
    all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for
    the things that are important to you.

    Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with
    your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your beloved out to
    dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and
    fix the disposal."

    Take care of the golf balls first -- the things that really matter. Set
    your priorities. The rest is just sand."

    One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee
    represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to
    show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room
    for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."

    Please share this with someone you care about.

  • When you're down to nothing, God is up to something."


    This is beautiful! Try not to cry.

    She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: "How is my little boy ? Is he going to be all right ? When can I see him ?"

    The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it."


    Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer ? Doesn't God care any more ? Where were you, God, when my son needed you ?"

    The surgeon asked, "Would you like some time alone with your son ? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university."

    Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. "Would you like a lock of his hair ?" the nurse asked.


    Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally.



    The mother said, "It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else. "I said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom." She went on, "My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could."

    Sally walked out of Children's Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's be longings on the seat beside her in the car.



    The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room.


    She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.



    It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:

    "Dear Mom, I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will eve r forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say "I Love You". I will al ways love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD ! And guess what, Mom ? I got to sit on God's knee a nd talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom ? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him 'Where was He when I needed him ?' "God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children. Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool ? I have to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supp er. I'm sure the food will be great.



    Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore. The cancer is all gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Deliv ery ! How about that ?


    Signed with Love from God, Jesus & Me.

  • JUST A  MOM?
    >>
    >>A woman,  renewing her driver's license at the County Clerk's office
    >>was asked by the  woman recorder to state her occupation.
    >>
    >>She hesitated, uncertain  how to classify herself.
    >>
    >>
    >>"What I mean is,"  explained the recorder,
    >>"do you have a job or are you just a......?"
    >>
    >>"Of course I  have a job," snapped the woman.
    >>
    >>
    >>"I'm a Mom."
    >>
    >>"We don't  list 'Mom' as an occupation, 'housewife' covers it,"
    >>said the recorder  emphatically.
    >>
    >>
    >>I forgot all  about her story until one day I found myself in the
    >>same situation,  this time at our own Town Hall.
    >>
    >>The Clerk  was obviously a career woman, poised,
    >>efficient and possessed of a  high sounding title like,
    >>"Official Interrogator" or "Town Registrar."
    >>
    >>
    >>"What is your occupation?"  she probed.
    >>
    >>What made me  say it?
    >>I do not  know.
    >>The words  simply popped out.
    >>"I'm a  Research Associate in the field of
    >>Child Development and Human  Relations."
    >>
    >>The clerk  paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair and
    >>looked up as though she  had not heard right.
    >>
    >>
    >>I  repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most significant words.
    >>Then I  stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written,
    >>in bold, black ink  on the official questionnaire.
    >>
    >>"Might I ask," said the  clerk with new interest,
    >>"just  what you do in your field?"
    >>
    >>Coolly,  without any trace of fluster in my voice,
    >>I heard myself reply,
    >>"I have a continuing program of research,
    >>[what mother  doesn't)
    >>in the laboratory and in the field,
    >>(normally I  would have said indoors and out).
    >>I'm working  for my Masters, (first the Lord and then the whole family)
    >>and already  have four credits (all daughters).
    >>Of course,  the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities,
    >>(any mother  care to disagree?)
    >>and I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like  it).
    >>But the job is more challenging than most  run-of-the-mill careers and the
    >>rewards are more of a satisfaction  rather than just money."
    >>
    >>There was an  increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she
    >>completed the  form, stood up and personally ushered me to the door.
    >>
    >>As I  drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career,
    >>I was  greeted by my lab assistants -- ages 13, 7, and 3.
    >>Upstairs I could hear our new  experimental model,
    >>(a 6 month old baby) in the child development  program,
    >>testing out a new vocal pattern.
    >>I felt I had  scored a beat on bureaucracy!
    >>And I had  gone on the official records as someone more distinguished and
    >>indispensable to  mankind than
    >>"just another Mom."  Motherhood!
    >>
    >>
    >>What a  glorious career!
    >>Especially  when there's a title on the door.
    >>
    >>
    >>Does this  make grandmothers
    >>"Senior Research associates in the field of
    >>Child Development and Human Relations"
    >>and great  grandmothers
    >>"Executive Senior Research Associates"?
    >>I think  so!!!
    >>I also think  it makes Aunts
    >>"Associate Research  Assistants".

  • In life we all have to do things that we do not want to do or don't like to do but we still have to do.  Well yesterday I had one of those days.  Chris has not paid any rent since October.  I asked him about Rent yesterday and his newest scheme is for me to wait till they get their income tax check and he will pay everything he owes in  full.  in Nov it was please wail till december 1st. then in DEc it was wait till Jan and now it is wait till taxes.  I told him NO WAY!  He said that the Van they have is getting ready to be repoed.  well that is because they did not pay what they  agreed to Tha is not my fault. Then he was saying that he is trying to find a job.  I am sorry there ARE jobs out there it is just that he does not want to work.  Oh it will cost too much for Day care well then they should not have had the kids that they had.  We all have to pay our waythru life and it is no different for them.  And to be honest at this point I do not believe anything that Chris promises.

    Any way then he started to complain that the house was a dump.  Well it is and I told them not to come when they did heck The Crack heads were still in the house when they came down.  It was there choice to come when they did. I told him I am not trying to make money off of him just trying to make it so Dad breaks even.  He has it in his head that I have to tell him where and how I spend Dads money.  Any way he started pointing out all of the things that need to be done.  And yes there is LOTS to be done.  Again that goes back to I told him not to come when he did that things would not be ready.  I reminded him that I bought the materials for the Bathroom floor, He would not let my Contractor do it because he would have to go somewhere with the kids My contractor will not work with all those power tools around the children.  i would not alow it either the kids do not listen and they are not watched as they should be. my son said he would do it his self. Well supplies over there and the work still is not done.  Any way when he started picking at EVERYTHING that needed to be don that is when I told him he should find another place to live.  I hated to have to do it but enough is enough!

    The situation that he is in is his own doing.  Then he turns around and tries to bring up my past.  my past is my past and has nothing to do with how he has chosen to run his life. He has created this mess that he is in and why he thinks I owe his I do not know.. I wrote him a letter and did say that I have no clue what he feels I owe him and for what reason.  He and his wife chose the have the children they have.  I should not and will not support them. i told Chris I was sorry he thought I owed him something I can not give.  I reminded him that we were not making money  on them only tringto break even for Dad.

    I guess I will call the para legal that helped me do all I needed to do with the divorce to help me with this eviction.  i am just sick that this is the way it has to be.

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