After almost a year since last talking to Miss S, she stopped by my moms on the way home from school and said hi. My mom let her call me. I have the biggest grin from ear to ear. I guess her sister is pregnant and she gets to see her brother and mother regularly. That is good seeing as her mother was not around like forever and a day. Another story for another time. I miss that girl so much it hurts my heart. Maybe now that she is older, she will come around on her own and MIL will stay away.
Superdaddy talked to her as well. Concensus says after the BS that happened last time with CPS, Miss S cannot come over unless Superdaddy is there. Miss S made some pretty outlandish statements about me and it was a huge HE SAID; SHE SAID crap. I guess Superdaddy is right. I just feel so sorry for Miss S and well, for the kids.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Monday, September 24, 2007
Unbelievable
How do you look at PIA and not spit? She makes me sick. Miss M commented about wishing she could go to Miss J's school because Miss J has "Old" friends and Miss M and Miss G had to move from all their old friends. PIA is such a witch. She left me a pretty stand off-ish voicemail about her children. What ever.
When she picked them up, she got a huge attitude about Miss G asking us to buy a book from the book order at school. So after some adoo about which ones were appropriate and what not, we decided to get 2 books. PIA was furious and started yelling at Miss G about she told her she wasn't ordering books this time. I told her "Well we wrote a check and it is all set." Miss G had tears ready to fall and everything. HELLO it was our $8.90 not hers. Give me a break. I really dislike that woman.
Oh yeah one more thing......its a 2 bedroom not a 3 as she told superdaddy. Lying piece of crap.
If only Superdaddy was home during the week more we could fight for stability for the girls. The hell with her heart being broken from not having her girls live with her. She needs to let her children have a better than her taking them to trailor trash lives. I really dislike that woman.
When she picked them up, she got a huge attitude about Miss G asking us to buy a book from the book order at school. So after some adoo about which ones were appropriate and what not, we decided to get 2 books. PIA was furious and started yelling at Miss G about she told her she wasn't ordering books this time. I told her "Well we wrote a check and it is all set." Miss G had tears ready to fall and everything. HELLO it was our $8.90 not hers. Give me a break. I really dislike that woman.
Oh yeah one more thing......its a 2 bedroom not a 3 as she told superdaddy. Lying piece of crap.
If only Superdaddy was home during the week more we could fight for stability for the girls. The hell with her heart being broken from not having her girls live with her. She needs to let her children have a better than her taking them to trailor trash lives. I really dislike that woman.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Crystal Ball Anyone?
Read a few posts back and notice a DQ post. Officially DQ is now PIA as in (Pain in the Rump). I predicted since she lost her job, they would move again soon. Well apparently it has happened. About 2 weeks ago (around post time or before). The kids have now been in 4 schools in 4 years. 5 houses in 4 years. She only lived in the said house for 8 1/2 months. Give me a break. She told Superdaddy that it was a 3 bedroom low income apt that she moved into because it was more affordable. OK I'll give her that, but turns out one of the girls talked...it doesn't have enough bedrooms. Miss M and PIA's 2nd born share a room, PIA and Miss G share a room and PIA's 1st born sleeps on the couch. 1st born is only boy.
She needs to hit rock bottom and let the kids grow roots somewhere even if it is without her.
She needs to hit rock bottom and let the kids grow roots somewhere even if it is without her.
Friday, September 21, 2007
Video For You
This is a very inspiring video. It speaks to my heart. Hope it speaks to you as well. Mostly teenagers it will talk to.
May be graphic for young viewers.
Uggg
Well it has been a week and a half superdaddy resigned and started working for the OO. Things are going pretty well I guess. Better than I had thought it would be. The truck he has now has only broken down on him once while on the road and he almost got stuck 2 times due to dead battery. OO fixed the batteries and knew about the other problem and had it ready to go into the shop this weekend to get fixed. Needless to say, superdaddy almost didn't make it home this weekend due to the fact that his truck broke down in Missouri. I was bummed out to find this out. We have the girls this weekend, and he has a boyscout thing this weekend. I would have been so screwed.
Hope everyone has a great weekend. Til next time.......CYA
Hope everyone has a great weekend. Til next time.......CYA
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Inspiring reminder
Twenty Things to Remember
Oh yeah adding to the "dad" wierdness Sunday night: at work on Tuesday an overhead page announced: "Henry Jay please report to second floor radiology." I'm telling you he is working hard to remind me that he is still there and has not left me.
P.S. I am not crazy, my aunt heard it as well and called me to see if I heard it.
- Faith is the ability to not panic.
- If you worry, you didn't pray. If you pray, don't worry.
- As a child of God, prayer is kind of like calling home every day.
- Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape.
- When we get tangled up in our problems, be still. God wants us to be still so He can untangle the knot.
- Do the math. Count your blessings.
- God wants spiritual fruit, not religious nuts.
- Dear God: I have a problem. It's me.
- Silence is often misinterpreted, but never misquoted.
- Laugh every day... it's like inner jogging.
- The most important things in your home are the people.
- Growing old is inevitable; growing up is optional.
- There is no key to happiness. The door is always open.
- A grudge is a heavy thing to carry.
- He who dies with the most toys is still dead.
- We do not remember days, but moments. Life moves too fast, so enjoy your precious moments.
- Nothing is real to you until you experience it. Otherwise, it's just hearsay.
- It's all right to sit on your pity pot every now and again. Just be sure to flush when you are done.
- Surviving and living your life successfully requires courage. The goals and dreams you're seeking require courage and risk-taking. Learn from the turtle--it only makes progress when it sticks out its neck.
- Be more concerned with your character than your reputation. Your character is what you really are, while your reputation is merely what others think you are.
Author Unknown
Oh yeah adding to the "dad" wierdness Sunday night: at work on Tuesday an overhead page announced: "Henry Jay please report to second floor radiology." I'm telling you he is working hard to remind me that he is still there and has not left me.
P.S. I am not crazy, my aunt heard it as well and called me to see if I heard it.
Monday, September 17, 2007
When parents talk...listen
6 years ago today, you were living with grandma and I was at work. Grandma called me to tell me to get to Troy B. Hospital as they rushed you there because you passed out. When we got to the hospital, they ushered us into this little room where grandma and grandpa were waiting. 6 years ago I held your hand, kissed you good bye, smoothed down your hair and cried. 6 years ago, you got to see your children together. All of us at once. Your eyes were closed up until that point. 
I have been missing you terribly lately and I am not quite sure why. Perhaps it was cleaning out the garage at moms. Seeing the J there. Perhaps it is the talk of selling it? Bubba wants to work on that car and complete it. I don't know what my brother is going to do with it. Ya know yesterday at the party when the kids got silly string onto the car that dad was really upset. When I was helping him wipe it off, he had made a comment "at least it isn't on the Henry J." Honestly, I really don't want him to have any part of your car. Does that make me a bad person?Yesterday I found your pictures and scanned them into the computer. The stupid scanner was making me really angry. I finally got it to work before I got a shower. Like I said, I sure do miss you a lot. I know you were there holding my hand and heart yesterday as I turned the computer off and got a shower. When I came out, I seen your handy work and it made me miss you more. Thank you for printing out the stuff on the printer. Gave me the chills though.
Dog the bou.nty hunter, I relate to you. I was flipping through the channels last night and stopped to watch Dog. It was an episode where he went through memory lane and eventually to the cemetery where his own dad was buried. Both him and I cried over missing our dad. Thank you dad for letting my tears come last night. I know it was long overdue.
6 years ago today, God took my father by the hand and led him towards the beautiful pearly gates of heaven. RIP dad. I miss you and love you more and more everyday. I do listen.Saturday, September 15, 2007
You are never going to believe this
Just Thursday we had the conversation about DQ getting Superdaddy locked up right. Remember that post?
Low and behold, 9:37 am I was standing at the stove in my night shirt and undies and chicky helping me make panny cakes for daddy; and I hear HELLO? I yell back "What". Get this the response was "M..... County Sheriff's office" I think I peed my pants. I asked them to wait a second and then pictured them busting down the door with chicky and me in undies cooking. I opened the door...seen the badge...and asked if I could put pants on. Thank goodness he agreed. I put boxer shorts on and went back to the door. They were indeed looking for superdaddy. I went and got him out of bed. Wasn't because of DQ thank God. It was because of a past due bill of less than $700. The electric company is suing him. The sheriff's office was serving him.
Why oh why do they have to scare the crap out of a lady? So much for getting ahead.
Low and behold, 9:37 am I was standing at the stove in my night shirt and undies and chicky helping me make panny cakes for daddy; and I hear HELLO? I yell back "What". Get this the response was "M..... County Sheriff's office" I think I peed my pants. I asked them to wait a second and then pictured them busting down the door with chicky and me in undies cooking. I opened the door...seen the badge...and asked if I could put pants on. Thank goodness he agreed. I put boxer shorts on and went back to the door. They were indeed looking for superdaddy. I went and got him out of bed. Wasn't because of DQ thank God. It was because of a past due bill of less than $700. The electric company is suing him. The sheriff's office was serving him.
Why oh why do they have to scare the crap out of a lady? So much for getting ahead.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
What now???
Things have been going lately and I am sort of lost. Things are not good, things are not bad, they are just there. Ever felt say...unappreciated, over worked - under paid, like a door mat, or better yet the whipping post?
How does one go about telling someone that their attitude sucks and well it is affecting everyone/thing they are around? Quite frankly, I would rather go anywhere but home some days - most days in fact. It is not that I hate being home so much, it is the fact that I have to see person described above. I cannot avoid them. I am actually getting quite depressed about it.
Superdaddy did quit said job and took a new adventure with OO. Let's pray this will pan out for him. Just one week without a paycheck. Hopefully he gets out the rest of this week otherwise it will be 2 weeks. DQ will end up trying to have him locked up like she did in the past; she pulls that crap to hurt us/me. Especially now that superdaddy and I had that conversation last night about her. Just last night we were chatting about DQ's boyfriend who drives a straight truck. He asked me to give this haz.mat book to DQ if I seen her first. Apparently, DQ got canned from her job so now b/f is only income besides child support. B/f needs this book in the truck with him because if he gets pulled over without it, it is a great big fine. Great...back to the nagging and screaming matches about money and material items again. This happens every time she isn't working. Apparently it is our fault she cannot or chooses not to hold a job. They will have to move again I am sure. DQ and children have lived in 4 houses in a little over 5 years. Heck she lives a better, materialistic life than we do. I mean, we do live within our means (most of the time) where she chooses not to. As stated in the past, we eat powdered mac n cheese and hot dogs a lot where she gets steak and potatoes. We drive used cars, her and b/f have a newer car and a 2007 truck. Unbelievable.
On another note, this last weekend when I was cleaning out mom's garage with her, I ran across a box that was DA's and my stuff. I found some books that I needed for that "toxic" relationship. Brought back a flood of emotions. Some welcome, others not so welcome. This week is especially tough with being the anniversary of my father's passing. I think I need to start reading and moving forward.
This day offers me a chance to make a new start at living. How can I make the best use of it? Courage to change
"God grant me the wisdom to recognize the faults I am building into a wall, such a wall as cannot be penetrated even by love." One day at a time in Al-Anon
How does one go about telling someone that their attitude sucks and well it is affecting everyone/thing they are around? Quite frankly, I would rather go anywhere but home some days - most days in fact. It is not that I hate being home so much, it is the fact that I have to see person described above. I cannot avoid them. I am actually getting quite depressed about it.
Superdaddy did quit said job and took a new adventure with OO. Let's pray this will pan out for him. Just one week without a paycheck. Hopefully he gets out the rest of this week otherwise it will be 2 weeks. DQ will end up trying to have him locked up like she did in the past; she pulls that crap to hurt us/me. Especially now that superdaddy and I had that conversation last night about her. Just last night we were chatting about DQ's boyfriend who drives a straight truck. He asked me to give this haz.mat book to DQ if I seen her first. Apparently, DQ got canned from her job so now b/f is only income besides child support. B/f needs this book in the truck with him because if he gets pulled over without it, it is a great big fine. Great...back to the nagging and screaming matches about money and material items again. This happens every time she isn't working. Apparently it is our fault she cannot or chooses not to hold a job. They will have to move again I am sure. DQ and children have lived in 4 houses in a little over 5 years. Heck she lives a better, materialistic life than we do. I mean, we do live within our means (most of the time) where she chooses not to. As stated in the past, we eat powdered mac n cheese and hot dogs a lot where she gets steak and potatoes. We drive used cars, her and b/f have a newer car and a 2007 truck. Unbelievable.
On another note, this last weekend when I was cleaning out mom's garage with her, I ran across a box that was DA's and my stuff. I found some books that I needed for that "toxic" relationship. Brought back a flood of emotions. Some welcome, others not so welcome. This week is especially tough with being the anniversary of my father's passing. I think I need to start reading and moving forward.
This day offers me a chance to make a new start at living. How can I make the best use of it? Courage to change
"God grant me the wisdom to recognize the faults I am building into a wall, such a wall as cannot be penetrated even by love." One day at a time in Al-Anon
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
What were you doing?
Today is a pretty significant day for history.
6 years ago today Miss J started school. She was going to preschool. Her dad and I took her to school for an hour to meet the teacher. After that hour, we dropped her off to the babysitters house. She had the TV on showing the local A.N.G.
I had to get on the road. My dad was at the hospital getting ready to have an important heart procedure done. We stopped at McD's to get breakfast and the lady in the drive thru asked me to turn the radio up. I complied. I was devastated to hear the towers were hit. When we got to the hospital, I told dad what happened. He prepared for surgery.
When dad was in surgery, the towers fell. The surgery was unsuccessful. The "bridge to synchronization" did not work. He was doing too poorly to continue the surgery. They aborted the surgery before it was completed. He spent the night in the hospital and would reschedule the surgery at his 1 week post op visit.
I was in the surgical lounge learning to play Euchre with my brother, his ex and my ex. My grandparents were in the surgical lounge watching TV. My father was fighting for a live saving procedure. That is what I was doing.
I miss you dad.
6 years ago today Miss J started school. She was going to preschool. Her dad and I took her to school for an hour to meet the teacher. After that hour, we dropped her off to the babysitters house. She had the TV on showing the local A.N.G.
I had to get on the road. My dad was at the hospital getting ready to have an important heart procedure done. We stopped at McD's to get breakfast and the lady in the drive thru asked me to turn the radio up. I complied. I was devastated to hear the towers were hit. When we got to the hospital, I told dad what happened. He prepared for surgery.
When dad was in surgery, the towers fell. The surgery was unsuccessful. The "bridge to synchronization" did not work. He was doing too poorly to continue the surgery. They aborted the surgery before it was completed. He spent the night in the hospital and would reschedule the surgery at his 1 week post op visit.
I was in the surgical lounge learning to play Euchre with my brother, his ex and my ex. My grandparents were in the surgical lounge watching TV. My father was fighting for a live saving procedure. That is what I was doing.
I miss you dad.
Could Not Have Said It Better Myself
WHAT A WONDERFUL WAY TO EXPLAIN IT!!!!!A sick man turned to his doctor,
As he was preparing to leave the examination room and said,
"Doctor, I am afraid to die.
Tell me what lies on the other side."
Very quietly, the doctor said, "I don't know."
"You don't know?
You, a Christian man, do not know what is on the other side?"
The doctor was holding the handle of the door;
On the other side came a sound of scratching and whining,
And as he opened the door,
A dog sprang into the room
And leaped on him with an eager show of gladness.
Turning to the patient, the doctor said,
"Did you notice my dog?
He's never been in this room before.
He didn't know what was inside.
He knew nothing except that his master was here,
And when the door opened, he sprang in without fear.
I know little of what is on the other side of death,
But I do know one thing...
I know my Master is there and that is enough."
May today there be peace within you.
May you trust God that you are exactly
Where you are meant to be.
I believe that friends are quiet angels who lift us to our feet
When our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.
Monday, September 10, 2007
Updates on Life
So where to begin. Have been a little slacking on the updated life posts. In our neck of the woods, they have a "clean out your crap" week. That is this week. Everything you put to the road unless it is flammable the trash man will pick up. I have been busy cleaning out the basement and mom's garage this weekend and boy am I paying for it today. I know Tuesday and Wednesday will be worse. Tuesday it goes to the road, Wednesday will be sore as ever.
Last Tuesday, Bubba started High School. Miss S started Junior High, Miss J started 4th grade, Miss G started 3rd grade, Miss M started 1st grade, and Chicky started preschool. Does that make me feel old or what?
While doing my "delayed Spring cleaning" this weekend, I ran across an old photo. How is it that seeing someone from the past can still take your breath away? This photo took my breath away. Unbelievable. Part of me felt guilty for feeling feeling that way. I don't know how to explain it. Maybe I need to pack them pictures up in a box and hide it deep in the dark crevices of the basement. Who knows.
Happy birthday Cousin Cas. You are getting old too ya know. You just don't feel as old as I do.
Last Tuesday, Bubba started High School. Miss S started Junior High, Miss J started 4th grade, Miss G started 3rd grade, Miss M started 1st grade, and Chicky started preschool. Does that make me feel old or what?
While doing my "delayed Spring cleaning" this weekend, I ran across an old photo. How is it that seeing someone from the past can still take your breath away? This photo took my breath away. Unbelievable. Part of me felt guilty for feeling feeling that way. I don't know how to explain it. Maybe I need to pack them pictures up in a box and hide it deep in the dark crevices of the basement. Who knows.
Happy birthday Cousin Cas. You are getting old too ya know. You just don't feel as old as I do.
Friday, September 07, 2007
Inquiring minds want to know
This was posted on a bulletin through myspace page. Thought I would share.
- How tall are you barefoot? 5'3"
- Have you ever skinny dipped? Once
- Do you own a gun? uhm, no
- Who’s your best friend? I have a lot of close friends. Think Superdaddy is best.
- Do you get nervous before “meeting the parents”? Yeah
- What do hot dogs make you think of? Pizza puppies
- What’s your favorite Christmas song? Silent Night
- What do you prefer to drink in the morning? Mountain Dew?
- Can you do push ups? In my dreams
- Do you consider Pluto a planet? That is what they taught in my school
- What’s your favorite piece of jewelry? Toss up between Mom's ring and wedding ring
- Do you like painkillers? Only when necessary.
- What is your secret weapon to lure in the opposite sex? Personality
- Do you own a knife? Of course, I am a girl scout
- Do you have A.D.D.? Nope
- Middle Name? Lynn
- Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment: I wish it was 5pm, I have so much to do this weekend how am I going to do it all, and I hope the OO thing works for superdaddy he kind of has his heart set on switching jobs.
- Name the last 3 things you have bought: School supplies, Milk, Laundry soap.
- Name 3 drinks you regularly drink: Coke, Mountain Dew, Water
- What time did you wake up today? 6:30 ... too early
- Who do you miss the most? My dad, my almost baby and my ex-mother in law. RIP all of you I miss you every single day.
- Current worry? Paying bills and superdaddy switching jobs.
- Current hate? DQ's mind games with the girls.
- Favorite places to be? With the kids and superdaddy
- Least favorite place to be? Alone
- Where would you like to go? Vacation
- Do you own slippers? 3 or 4 pairs
- What shirt are you wearing? Work blouse
- Do you burn or tan? burn first, tan later.
- Favorite color(s)? Purple
- Would you be a pirate? Im game for a new adventure.
- Last time you had an alcoholic drink? 2 days ago.
- What is the last song you listened to? Nickleback I wanna be a rock star
- What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child? The boogy man
- What’s in your pockets right now? Lint.
- Last thing that made you laugh? Chicky telling me she was a "grown up" now because she goes to school.
- Best bed sheets you had as a child? Rainbow bright.
- Worst injury you’ve ever had? Broken Foot.
- How many TVs do you have in your house? Four
- Who is your loudest friend? Teri
- Who is your most silent friend? Sue.
- Does someone have a crush on you? Superdaddy
- Do you wish on shooting stars? yes
- What is your favorite book? Monk goes to the Fire station
- What is your favorite candy? 100 Grand
- What song do/did you want played at your wedding? I Swear by all 4 one
- What song do you want played at your funeral? Life like you were dying
- What were you doing 12 AM last night? Catching some ZZzzzzzzzzz's
- Do you have any regrets? Too many to name
- What was the First thing you thought of when you woke up? Aww shit is it morning already?
Any Takers?
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Roulette??
So Superdaddy has been at his job for a whole year now. YIPPIE! Things are going well. Bills are caught up (thank God) and child support is almost all caught up. He went on vacation last week and his job tried to give the truck away. HUH? Someone around the job decided to tell everyone he quit. Needless to say, he is not happy. He started looking for other employment. Fine and dandy.
Roulette? He is looking to go drive for an owner operator who does regional runs. He does regional runs now so that is no big deal. He just happened to get a regional run that brings him home every other day. The gamble, is his weekends. Right now, he has weekends off. Either he works until late Friday, or he has to leave early on Sunday. All in all it has been wonderful. I hope he investigates this owner operator about his time home. One company his friend worked at had to fight to get home one weekend a month. After 60 hours or so they need to shut down for 34 hours. That company made their drivers spend the 34 hours at a truck stop. Screw that, we want superdaddy at home.
We will see what happens. He is supposed to go talk to OO tomorrow I think to do a background and driver record check.
Roulette? He is looking to go drive for an owner operator who does regional runs. He does regional runs now so that is no big deal. He just happened to get a regional run that brings him home every other day. The gamble, is his weekends. Right now, he has weekends off. Either he works until late Friday, or he has to leave early on Sunday. All in all it has been wonderful. I hope he investigates this owner operator about his time home. One company his friend worked at had to fight to get home one weekend a month. After 60 hours or so they need to shut down for 34 hours. That company made their drivers spend the 34 hours at a truck stop. Screw that, we want superdaddy at home.
We will see what happens. He is supposed to go talk to OO tomorrow I think to do a background and driver record check.
Shoes in Church
Someone sent this to me. It is touching. Something I try to instill in my children and in my life. Don't judge a book by its cover and sometimes a smile can change a person's whole life. Thought I would pass it on.
Shoes in Church:
I showered and shaved ... I adjusted my tie.
I got there and sat ... In a pew just in time.
Bowing my head in prayer ... As I closed my eyes.
I saw the shoe of the man next to me ... Touching my own. I sighed.
With plenty of room on either side ... I thought, "Why must our soles touch?"
It bothered me, his shoe touching mine ... But it didn't bother him much.
A prayer began: "Our Father" ... I thought, "This man with the shoes has no pride.
They're dusty, worn, and scratched ... Even worse, there are holes on the side!"
"Thank You for blessings," the prayer went on The shoe man said ... a quiet "Amen."
I tried to focus on the prayer ... But my thoughts were on his shoes again.
Aren't we supposed to look our best ... When walking through that door?
"Well, this certainly isn't it," I thought ... Glancing toward the floor.
Then the prayer was ended ... And the songs of praise began.
The shoe man was certainly loud ... Sounding proud as he sang.
His voice lifted the rafters ... His hands were raised high.
The Lord could surely hear ... The shoe man's voice from the sky.
It was time for the offering ... And what I threw in was steep.
I watched as the shoe man reached ... Into his pockets so deep.
I saw what was pulled out ... What the shoe man put in.
Then I heard a soft "clink" ... as when silver hits tin.
The sermon really bored me ... To tears, and that's no lie
It was the same for the shoe man ... For tears fell from his eyes.
At the end of the service ... As is the custom here
We must greet new visitors ... And show them all good cheer.
But I felt moved somehow ... And wanted to meet the shoe man
So after the closing prayer ... I reached over and shook his hand.
He was old and his skin was dark ... And his hair was truly a mess
But I thanked him for coming ... For being our guest.
He said, "My names' Charlie ... I'm glad to meet you, my friend."
There were tears in his eyes ... But he had a large, wide grin
"Let me explain," he said ... Wiping tears from his eyes.
"I've been coming here for months ... And you're the first to say 'Hi.'"
"I know that my appearance ..."Is not like all the rest
"But I really do try ... "To always look my best."
"I always clean and polish my shoes ... "Before my very long walk.
"But by the time I get here ... "They're dirty and dusty, like chalk."
My heart filled with pain ... and I swallowed to hide my tears
As he continued to apologize ... For daring to sit so near.
He said, "When I get here ... "I know I must look a sight.
"But I thought if I could touch you ... "Then maybe our souls might unite."
I was silent for a moment ... Knowing whatever was said
Would pale in comparison ... I spoke from my heart, not my head.
"Oh, you've touched me," I said ... "And taught me, in part;
"That the best of any man ... "Is what is found in his heart."
The rest, I thought ... This shoe man will never know.
Like just how thankful I really am ... That his dirty old shoe touched my soul.
Thank you for allowing my "dirty old shoe" to touch you.
Smile :)
Shoes in Church:
I showered and shaved ... I adjusted my tie.
I got there and sat ... In a pew just in time.
Bowing my head in prayer ... As I closed my eyes.
I saw the shoe of the man next to me ... Touching my own. I sighed.
With plenty of room on either side ... I thought, "Why must our soles touch?"
It bothered me, his shoe touching mine ... But it didn't bother him much.
A prayer began: "Our Father" ... I thought, "This man with the shoes has no pride.
They're dusty, worn, and scratched ... Even worse, there are holes on the side!"
"Thank You for blessings," the prayer went on The shoe man said ... a quiet "Amen."
I tried to focus on the prayer ... But my thoughts were on his shoes again.
Aren't we supposed to look our best ... When walking through that door?
"Well, this certainly isn't it," I thought ... Glancing toward the floor.
Then the prayer was ended ... And the songs of praise began.
The shoe man was certainly loud ... Sounding proud as he sang.
His voice lifted the rafters ... His hands were raised high.
The Lord could surely hear ... The shoe man's voice from the sky.
It was time for the offering ... And what I threw in was steep.
I watched as the shoe man reached ... Into his pockets so deep.
I saw what was pulled out ... What the shoe man put in.
Then I heard a soft "clink" ... as when silver hits tin.
The sermon really bored me ... To tears, and that's no lie
It was the same for the shoe man ... For tears fell from his eyes.
At the end of the service ... As is the custom here
We must greet new visitors ... And show them all good cheer.
But I felt moved somehow ... And wanted to meet the shoe man
So after the closing prayer ... I reached over and shook his hand.
He was old and his skin was dark ... And his hair was truly a mess
But I thanked him for coming ... For being our guest.
He said, "My names' Charlie ... I'm glad to meet you, my friend."
There were tears in his eyes ... But he had a large, wide grin
"Let me explain," he said ... Wiping tears from his eyes.
"I've been coming here for months ... And you're the first to say 'Hi.'"
"I know that my appearance ..."Is not like all the rest
"But I really do try ... "To always look my best."
"I always clean and polish my shoes ... "Before my very long walk.
"But by the time I get here ... "They're dirty and dusty, like chalk."
My heart filled with pain ... and I swallowed to hide my tears
As he continued to apologize ... For daring to sit so near.
He said, "When I get here ... "I know I must look a sight.
"But I thought if I could touch you ... "Then maybe our souls might unite."
I was silent for a moment ... Knowing whatever was said
Would pale in comparison ... I spoke from my heart, not my head.
"Oh, you've touched me," I said ... "And taught me, in part;
"That the best of any man ... "Is what is found in his heart."
The rest, I thought ... This shoe man will never know.
Like just how thankful I really am ... That his dirty old shoe touched my soul.
Thank you for allowing my "dirty old shoe" to touch you.
Smile :)
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Tagged by Hawkeye chick
THE RULES OF THE TAG ARE:
Each person posts the rules before their list, then list 8 new things about themselves. At the end of the post, that person tags 8 other people, or more letting them know that they have been tagged, and to come and read the post,so they know what they have to do.
PS: One more crazy thing....I want one more baby before I am 35.
Each person posts the rules before their list, then list 8 new things about themselves. At the end of the post, that person tags 8 other people, or more letting them know that they have been tagged, and to come and read the post,so they know what they have to do.
- My dad will be gone 6 years on September 17. I miss him every single day. I am still angry at him for not trying harder to get better. If he had tried to follow the doctors orders, he might still be alive today to see the kids grow up.
- I resent SD and his wife. They live a better life because he will not help take care of his son. Not so much as a pair of socks. I have held up to my end of the bargain I wish he would have held up to his end.
- I wish more than anything that DA's brother and sister would stay in contact with Miss J. She lost her dad's side of the family with the death of her dad and grandmother. She hurts everyday not knowing his family.
- I hate when people walk around barefoot. Feet are meant to be covered at all times.
- I am afraid to die alone. My dad died with a broken heart alone. He died with a bunch of regrets. I am afraid that will be me so I try to make the best out of every single day.
- I really want the house with the white picket fence but not in the state I live in. I hate this state. I am reluctant to move because of Miss S, Miss G and Miss M. Somehow, someway, it would hurt them too much.
- I miss Miss S very much. I am so disappointed her grandparents have taken her away from us. Hopefully, she will come around on her own when she is a little older.
- I love camping and being out doors. An ideal day is lounging around outside with the kids or riding on ATV's; only I do not like bugs...any kinds of bugs...especially worms.
PS: One more crazy thing....I want one more baby before I am 35.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)