my world

I've drove over 1000 miles this week. Today, I drove through a flat-out downpour of rain. Last week, I drove through the night to make it home for Friday morning assembly at my kid's school. Baby Girl's class led the assembly and she really wanted me there. With all this driving, I have plenty of time to think, too much really. I've always been scared to talk much about dying. I guess because the whole "guard your tongue" message and if you give an inch mentality. But last week on the way home I thought, people die every day. They don't plan it. They don't wake up one day and say, "I think I'll have a stroke or fatal car wreck today, but it happens. So, what if I don't make it home one day? Will my kids be okay, will they know how I felt, do they know what I want for them? Little Man doesn't want me to leave him to go to Walmart much less out of town on business. He always drills me . . . do you have to leave, why? When will you be bac

I met up with Janice and friends at Hooter's in Little Rock last week. I had a blast catching up and listening to their stories of old Pentecostal days. I've got to make this post quick so I'll share my favorite story told that night. Jodie says an evangelist came to our little church on the west side fired up over the women in the congregations hairdo's. Obviously, Pentecostal women are forbidden to cut their hair. I remember Mom having REALLY long hair. She used balls of hair she called fillers to make her hair look fuller and stand higher on her head, the higher the better. Anyway, the evangelist must have thought the hair fillers as worldly because standing at the pulpit he preached, "I'll Tell You . . . Most of You Women Have More Hair in Your Drawers Than You Do On Your Head!" I about coughed up a lung laughing so hard over that one. Mom says she remembers being in that service, I wish I did. On a more serious note, another favorite was told by a fri

I'm cold, turned on the heater in my hotel room and set the fire alarm off. No worries, the fire department is just across the road. Mom and I stayed here a couple of years ago and heard sirens all night long. I came prepared this time with ear plugs but hubby let me know I forgot my toothbrush. That ain't nothing, I forgot underwear and a bra.

I watched Great Grandma today so Grandma and Paw Paw could go to the fair. She was actually pretty good all things considered. Grandma says you have to treat her like a kid. Let her know who the boss is so I gave it my best shot. Last night, they came to the house to eat chili. It was so good. . . not sure if it was the taste, the cold weather or the fact that I didn't have to cook it. Regardless, hubby made a great chili. Anyway just before dinner, Great Grandma sneaked out of her wheelchair and fell on the tile in our entry way. She wasn't hurt, thank goodness but she won't, can't listen. She's always trying to get up on her own and therefore falls quite often. I'm not sure if that justifies my actions but today after taking her to the bathroom, I sat her on the couch, turned on the TV, and tied her to the couch. Yes, I said, Tied her to the couch. I'm not sure if she realized she was tied at first but after a short nap, she discovered our homemade seat be