Those 70ish Girls

There was once a beautiful smile on my little boy’s face.

A forlorn expression has taken it’s place.

His daddy had to part with us. Or should I say we with him.

He feared our country would be destroyed on an evil man’s whim.

What began as a worry turned to fear and then disbelief.

Peace of mind was taken from us by a murderous thief.

Forever has changed

There is no looking back. There is nothing there to see.

The good life we had was in a place we’re forced to flee.

Before today, there had never been anything that could compare

to this gut-wrenching vision of despair.

Forever has changed

You might think you can feel our pain, but you can not. You might feel it for a moment, but then your mind goes to a less menacing thought.

I understand. We were the same way, once. We didn’t stand in line for a loaf of bread as we listened for bombs overhead.

We left Johnny’s new puppy. He couldn’t go on the train. It was heartbreaking to watch the violent tears that came.

Forever has changed

“Here it comes, Johnny. The whistle is so loud. We must hurry and get on the train. There will be a large crowd.”

“Where are we going, Momma?”

Where indeed.

How do you tell a little boy you don’t know where he will sleep or who will provide the things he’ll need?

Can we take solice in the knowledge that the world is not controlled by evil? That good men can take things from the hands of the devil?

They argue. Is it a big war or a small war? What is it all for? Our future has changed, but our faith will last forever.

Those still living will fight for our freedom. Will we give up?

Never!

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Pray for our families and the little boys and girls who have lost their lives.

It only takes a few good men to stand by and do nothing for evil to win.

Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!

Plans for the surprise announcement that will knock your socks off are coming right along!

Is seventy too old for me to reinvent myself?

I must pay out of pocket. I don’t have any wealth.

I want a new hairstyle. I think I like this one.

With scissors and some bleach I’m sure it can be done.

I’ll need a different outfit. That one isn’t me.

I think I’ll take a break and check out Cyndie Spivey

Today’s music…he’s not Jesus, of course, but he is certainly an inspiration to all who have been witnessing his steadfast bravery and leadership. A great example of someone who has reinvented himself.

I have a big announcement coming soon, so be sure and catch all the blog posts.

…and as an aside. RHYMES FOR ALL TIMES IS NOW AVAILABLE (ebook) ON AMAZON. GET THIS ONE.

A little story about a snowstorm in the late 1800’s…

Have a great Monday…

I asked you why because I didn’t know how far I would have to go. What would it take? What would you need from me? Would I discover what you see in me.

I tried so hard to believe in you. I really thought I wanted to, but what I needed was honesty. Not from you… but from me.

I couldn’t face my biggest fears. I couldn’t see myself through all the tears. I couldn’t tell you secrets I was keeping. Did they hold the answers I was seeking?

I decided it was time to leave. There is no hope if you can’t believe. The trust I never had might never come. This sad moment made my heart feel numb.

It was then it all came flooding in. I had to tell you. Where would I begin? I know I still have so much to face, but I’ll be fine if I accept your grace.

Now, I can feel you in my soul and heart. I know you’ve been there from the very start. You waited patiently for me to know. There is no better place to go.

I promise I will come to you. Where you take me, I will follow. You fill the space meant for only you that once was hollow.

Help me help others to come to believe, and I promise to you I’ll always cleeve. I asked you why because I didn’t know how much farther I would have to go.

What would it take? What would you need from me? Would I discover what you see in me? I tried so hard to believe in you. I really thought I wanted to,

But what I needed was honesty. Not from you… but from me.

I came to a decision today.

I need to stop saying “I need to.” I need to, whoops… I will say, “I will do,” or better yet, “I have” done something that I thought was important enough to follow through on. I have looked at what I would call successful bloggers with tons of followers, and they seem to have several things in common. They look like they’re having fun, and they have a defined niche. They also have beautiful staging for their products and they let you into their lives. You get the feeling that you know them and for me, that is a big draw. Two entrepreneurs I have become hooked on are Cindy Spivey, cindyspivey.com, and Mallory Solley, mallorysolley.com. They always make me feel like with the right attitude, anything is possible.

Since I haven’t gotten into promoting products or fashions, I can still admire the methods these two ladies seem to have mastered. Check them out, but keep reading my blog. I feel like it’s never too late to master a new skill or find what you are truly good at and can enjoy. If you’re of sound mind and body, (within reason), then you have no excuse not to keep searching, right?

I love what I’m doing now, I just want to become a better writer and communicator. Below is me practicing telling you about something I have become interested in.

My most recent new venture is to revert or should I say convert to a healthier lifestyle. I haven’t gotten into the exercise habit yet, but I will as soon as I can get Kip to go pick up my friend Pat’s treadmill. I used one back in the 90s when I got in 25 to 30 miles a week, either running or on the treadmill. I remember how good I felt then. I have bad knees now because of all that running, but I can still walk fast. Well, I can still walk.

Anyway, Kip and I have both been on the Nutrisystem eating plan since January 24th. I have learned a lot and as of this morning, I have lost 13 lbs. I haven’t lost anything in the last week. I blame that on not drinking the 64 oz. of water every day and of course, Kip hasn’t gone to get the treadmill. He is going in for an MRI in the morning for a bad hip, so I guess I should cut him some slack.

I love the new way of eating, and I am never hungry…I cook up a big pan of an assortment of veggies that looks different every night. I use olive oil spray, different light vinegars that I have found, and Mrs. Dash seasoning. I don’t use oil. I cook chicken in my air fryer/pressure cooker when I’m not eating the Nutrisystem entrée or trying one of the delicious recipes you can find on their site. I’ve also found them just by googling Nutrisystem recipe’s.

Here is what I made tonight… everything is easy. I don’t do difficult cooking. It never ends well.

I made Irish sods muffins yesterday. They have nonfat yogurt and almond milk in them. How does one milk an almond? The muffins on the left are bran muffins with a small handful of very dark chocolate pieces. They have eggwhites in them, and they’re really moist.

And of course that brings me to the song of the day….30,000 Pounds of Bananas. This really got my heart rate up!!!! (Or maybe it was the Ginseng and lemon tea with almond milk I drank.)

The object of rejection is very sad indeed.

To be loved and well respected is a very human need.

The object often cannot see what stares them in the face.

With a recent introspect, I found that to be the case.

Was it something that I said, or something I had done?

I had no recollection of offending anyone.

I began to listen as I voiced my own obsessions.

Were the comments I called feedback really passive aggressions?

Things I disliked in others became infused in my demeanor.

I focused on your flaws and mine became much keener.

I came to the conclusion I had always been just fine.

Until my focus turned to you…

It’s all your fault, not mine.

I guess the only answer is to keep talking till I drop.

If you say that you’re not listening, I’ll tell your voice to stop.

I’ll remind you often that I know of what I speak.

You’ll become much wiser if it’s my council that you seek.

What did you just say? I should stay out of your dealings?

Now you’ve really done it. You’ve gone and hurt my feelings.

And now for the song of the day…

I have no idea how this post relates to the title I chose, but I can’t think of a better one, so I’m going with it.

Kip had a doctor’s appointment in Dallas this morning, so the dogs have taken it upon themselves to keep a close eye on me. They love car rides, and since they weren’t able to go with him, they’re not going to miss a second chance should I happen to go somewhere. I have over 100 lbs trying to sit on my lap. I think I’ll get up.

It’s going to be a beautiful day. I think I will pack up my rock flower garden. (I’m giving it to my granddaughter, Ryan.) I have some outside decorating to do.

I’m keeping an eye on the Ukrainian news, and those brave people are in my prayers. Maybe their fight is the point of my blog title. We’re all waiting for a resolution that will leave Ukraine whole and able to heal from all the devastation.

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The music I chose for today is a favorite song of mine by The Four Seasons. I loved that group when I was a teenager growing up in Murdo, SD. I’m getting all psyched up for the all school reunion in July…

Have a great Wednesday….