So many years have passed by.

 I honestly do not know where in the world to start, so I'll just... start.

I'll be fifty this year. Fifty. I can't believe when I started this blog I was barely 30. 

I bless the Lord and still love Him so much. He's kept us safe and sane as the world has fallen apart for the past eight or so years. Momma's still with me, but she's in chronic pain. She walks with a rolling walker now, you know the type that has the seat to sit and rest? We don't go anywhere much. We just try to survive. 

I drive for Uber eats, it helps pay the bills, but, good things are coming. About three years ago I had a dream. I saw two rivulets of water that were superimposed on a road that was curving slightly to the left (As if you had pulled out of my driveway, but the road was one I had dreamed of before in another message dream). My brain, as brains tend to do, formed a square car at the little rivulets because they did remind me a lot of tire tracks and I heard a voice say "Good things are coming." and I was enveloped in either the word "Peace" or "Patience." Or perhaps a bit of both. 

Good things are coming. That's kept my sanity.

Daddy died in '13. 

Autumn got married to a guy from London. She told me to my virtual face that she wasn't inviting me to the American wedding because I was introverted. Before the wedding in London, she buddied up to me, I guess to assuage her guilt because she completely blew me off for her London wedding, even though pretty much the same people who had gone to her American one was invited to her London one. Same old selfish little girl. You're only as worthy to her as the money you have in your bank account. That was in April. I wrote a post on facebook that I saw she got. TL;DR she now knows I feel exactly about her as she does me. Then I restricted her and have muted her. I don't need her in my life.

I'd talk about Tater, but like Mercy, it hurts to badly. Tater was my daughter, and I miss her. I hate cancer. That's what got Daddy. Well, the cyber knife left him with no lungs. 

Thor and Loki are answered prayers. I asked Father God if He had to take her to send me two bottle babies and He did.

I've read through my Bible at least three or four times. I'm doing the yearly New Testament reading that I really need to catch up on. I promised God I would. It's really changed my heart. 

I quit smoking.

I lost over 100 pounds and am still losing.

I have to wear reading glasses now. 

I have type 2.

I've written two novels with my best friend, Kate, and I am praying for her soul. I love that girl dearly, she is the dearest friend in the world to me. 

Diane's husband died a year before Daddy did. She couldn't afford to live here and moved to Florida.

Lady died. Deigh couldn't bear to be without her mother and she left me too.

I'm still speaking to Una and love her dearly. 

Good things are coming. 

I love you all. 

The U in Jesus

THE U IN JESUS


Before U were thought of or time had begun,
God stuck U in the name of His Son.

And each time U pray, you'll see it's true,
You can't spell out JesUs and not include U.

You're a pretty big part of His wonderful name,
For U, He was born; that's why He came.

And His great love for U is the reason He died.
It even takes U to spell crUcified.

Isn't it thrilling and splendidly grand
He rose from the dead, with U in His plan?

The stones split away, the gold trUmpet blew,
and this word resUrrection is spelled with a U.

When JesUs left earth at His upward ascension,
He felt there was one thing He just had to mention.

"Go into the world and tell them it's true
That I love them all - Just like I love U."

So many great people are spelled with a U,
Don't they have a right to know JesUs too?

It all depends now on what U will do,
He'd like them to know,
But it all starts with U.


Will YOU pass it on.
When Jesus died on the cross he was thinking of you!

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Welcome 2007!

Happy New Year!

Wow, so much has happened this year. I'm going to try to recount what I can recall.

A year ago today, my sweet cat Shini passed away. Rest in Peace, sweetheart.

Daddy got pneumonia in April or thereabouts and I got to move to Alabama for most of 2005, but I had to move back in Feb of 2006 when the water heater in my room exploded.

Mercy died by the same damn dogs that killed Shini on June 3rd. Rest in Peace, my little Princess. I -miss- you.

Grandma passed away July 3rd.

We got our inheritance and Momma bought new kitchen cabinets, which are presently sitting in our livingroom and kitchen still in the boxes and will be installed in ten days! YAY! My aunt's coming to take the old ones for her house. I hope she enjoys them.

Einstein's brother, Jerry, Died.

Einstein's wifes mother died around Thanksgiving.

Una and I have made plans to go to the beach in May.

I turned 32.

I got a bowflex.

I got a new horse.

Momma fell and broke her wrist on the 29th.

I've got the coughing/sore throat/congestion deal that Momma had a week before she broke her wrist, something she went to work with so she wouldn't get an occurance and be written up if she stayed home, and then she broke her wrist. (This is after the first virus that hit me. I shouldn't have said it took a lot to get me sick. *Whine*)

Shane had his lower intestine removed to get ride of the hernia and future possible episodes of diverticulitis, Praise God he came through good.

Una came down with Strep throat that she's just getting over, but she's still got a fever, and Shane's just now coming down with it.

The woman who screwed me over big time and tried to make my life a living hell, is paying for scamming someone else, and I found out that she had even stolen from an 8 year old girl. "Revenge is Mine." Sayeth the Lord.

All in All, it's been an alright year, but I want 2007 to be *Great*. I'm going to work out on my bowflex every day that I can, get back into the shape I was in a few years ago, when I looked pretty darn good.

He's HOME!

Yesterday, at 12-28-06 at 11:30 a.m. My sweet boy came home, by the Sweet Grace of my Heavenly Father, Dear Jesus and Holy Spirit, all of whom have kept me sane and safe since that horrible incident three years ago where I came in contact with three very horrible women who changed my life.

God help any person who tries to take this horse from me.




Diane had come over to watch the event. I thought it was only fair because she had found the horse for me, and was so excited for me throughout the whole waiting process of trying to get him. She was showing me a pic of a foal on her cellphone that she took of a lady that lives a road over, and I saw it, then looked up and they had pulled up. Needless to say, I gave it a glance then darted off the porch!


















This is the first pic of him that I took here. I wanted to get him where he was looking out this side, but as soon as I walked up, he turned his head. He was wide eyed and afraid, bless his heart.


















This is when they were getting ready to unload him from the trailer. They had untied him and he had turned around on his own. It's good to know that I now also have a horse that will trailer and ride good, too!























This is where he's being led to the feild. The girls were closed off on the small feild, thank God. *Nods*



















This is the last pic that I took while David was leading him to the feild. He was nervous and a little jumpy, but nothing really bad!

















Now I know, that anything in the world can happen. Accidents happen, illnesses happen, thefts happen. God can intend for me to keep this horse for a week, a month, a year, or two decades. What time I have with this horse, I am very greatful for. I hope he and I are together for a very long while, enjoying trail rides and the occasional ranch horse show.

This is a weird one

Right now, Jeff's closed up in the bathroom, putting on a second coat of paint on the trim. We've got to fit a piece of vinyl under the washer and dryer here next. Daddy's yelling at cats in the livingroom.

Auto. You were right. ;)


Last night I dreamt that there was a hedge between this house and the house next door. (The house that's close to us, not the other house) Momma had asked Jeff to trim the hedge, to which he enthusiastically agreed to do so. He trimmed down the front face of the hedge facing our house and was just as proud of his work as he could be. Then, for some reason, he climbed into a barn in the feild next to us, that was located behind my lean to. But this barn was really old. I was standing in the yard, asking him what he was doing, but every now and then, my eye would shift over to the neighbors house, and I could see a curtain moving back and forth, then I saw the wife grab a gun, so I hollar for her really loudly, and tell her Jeff's in there and he's just trimming the hedge.

Then, I dreamt that they had finally abandoned Alabama. This is still in the hedge clipping dream, btw. I was sitting in my truck where I had been standing talking to Jeff when he was trimming the hedge in the barn, but I had my laptop. He had gone back to KY but had discovered the internet and had been sending me all these forms to fill out. Normally, you send personal surveys and stuff like you get from friends in emails, but he was going overboard sending out all kinds of these just.. -huge- forms for me to fill out. But they were already filled out. So I didn't bother with them.

Then, I was in the bathtub on my laptop, and for some reason, I turned the water on, I guess to heat up the water in the tub, and I realized that the laptop was now under water, but I was watching the dream from outside the tub and the laptop was the only thing -in- the tub, and it began to smoke and smolder and I knew that I had lost it, so I jerked the plug out of it right fast, and lifted it up and opened it and the screen was cracked and I was devistated. I got into my bedroom and it was mostly bare, this desk was pulled away from the wall because I hadn't put it up where it was supposed to go yet, and I was going to have to use my usb to get online, because this comp didn't have an ethernet card.

I'm a little worried. I'm not scared or even terrified yet, but I believe my Mom is trying to show symptoms of M.S. Starting with a headache she's had for weeks, dizziness that she won't tell me she's had for how long, and the right side of her tongue going numb.

I just pray that it's stress and exhaustion.

Auto told me M.S. isn't a death sentence. I sure hope she's right.

*Sighs*

Can we say "Ouch"?

This above image is of my right foot. I have the outside of my right foot turned up so you can see from the sole to just below the ankle bone. The little purple circle indicates where the nail went in at the sole of my foot, the yellow indicates where it came out. Nice huh?




























This is the nail that went -through- my foot. That is my thumb, weird as it looks because I was trying to get my camera to actually take a clear pic of something fairly close to it.



















For a better comparison, here is the nail next to a bic lighter. Yeah, pretty much the whole bloomin thing went through my foot. Thank God not through the sole of my foot, but still. When it happened, it didn't really hurt. What hurt the most was wrenching that board there off the bottom of my foot, and for a brief moment, I understood what it felt like for a horse to have a shoe pulled, save for the nails aren't in their -flesh-.

The sad part is, as I was fighting zoe off the porch, as it was 72 degrees outside (70 during the incident which weirdly, afterwards, raised two degrees) I laid eyes on this straggling peice of debris. It came from the bathroom door where Jeff and I took out the old door and frame and I helped him put up a new one. In all fairness, he did most of the work, but I still helped. I was trying to take the dogs out two minutes after forcing her off the porch, looked at this laying on the step outside, tried to get Sweetie out when the fattening hog decided she wanted -back- on the porch, fighting me so hard that I had to push the door open, step outside and fight her back. Except when I stepped outside, I stepped full on the nail, with aggrivation behind the said step.