Sometime during my youth and childhood I must have done something really bad.. As I sit here writing this my mom has just put on a second load of clothes with only 5 items in it. I'm not sure why she is so obssessed with running the washing machine. I change the dog's food to can today and everytime I've walked in the kitchen I've noticed that the dog has dry food in her bowl. Either Dusty is filling her own bowl up or mother can't handle the dog bowl being empty. Last night we went to the THS ballgame and she fussed all the way there, it doesn't matter about what but everyone in the car was in a bad mood by the time we got to the stadium. I made her ride the elevator to the platform in front of the pressbox and sit up there. She kept saying that she couldn't see, I'm not sure why since it's like having a luxury box above everyone else's head. You aren't crowded you have a comfortable seat to sit in and if you need a bathroom and anything else you just walk in the pressbox. Did I mention she has her own parking space right at the gate where the elevator is located. She fussed all the way home because I wouldn't turn the lights on bright because she couldn't see. I finally said mother I can see fine, it doesn't matter if you can't see, you aren't driving. Once again, she told me that she wished they had shot her when they made her quit driving. They did this in 2005, and I have heard that everyday since then. I'm about to have that arrange (for someone to shoot her).... Oh well, she's gone to bed so there is peace and quite then we will start over tomorrow. Maybe things will be different tomorrow, after all tomorrow is another day.......

Are you ready for some football...

What a beautiful morning it was today, low 60's, just perfect for football.. I took mother to the coach's chat for lunch, so she could get all the info on the team this year. She was more interested in who all was there than what will be going on on the field come Friday night. She is so determined to once again climb 16 rows to her seat, I'm praying come Friday night she will decide to ride the elevator and sit on the platform in front of the press box. Who in there right mind would want to have to climb that many rows and sit crowded when you could have what is like a luxury box. They have even told her she could get food out of the press box if she wanted it. I think it's the fact that she wants to be seen so everyone will know she's still making it to the games starting her 63rd year. Her eyesight and hearing are going, but she will be there on Friday night still fussing at the referees on the bad call they made, even if she didn't really see it. Hope everyone has a great season and all the players stay healthy. As for me I'm ready for College Game Day, I love that show....and college football. Let's go LONGHORNS!!!!!

What A Blessing...

For those growing up in Texarkana, sometime during your life you would have met a man named Dr. William E. Shields, fondly known to many of us as Doc. This man was a fabulous surgeon by trade, but more importantly he was a devoted Christian who served his Lord. Those of us that grew up at First Baptist Church, he was always a part of our lives. We spent hours in his home and many miles traveling the USA going on mission trips. We have listened to him sing in the choir, in the Seven Last Words, and many more things. He turned 90 years old yesterday and he sang in church this morning. The tenor voice is starting to fade but he still blessed everyone that heard him sing "Amazing Grace" in our morning service. His body is crippled now but he is still praising his Savior. When he got up to sing I looked at the girl next to me and asked if she had a kleenex because I knew the tears were going to flow. As they did, a flood of memories washed over me. Not only did this man save my life when I was 15 from appendicitus he taught me what missions was all about. Thank you Doc, for being a part of my life.

Old Friends Are Best

It's been a rough couple of weeks around here so I haven't posted anything because you probably wouldn't need to read anything that I would have to say about my life. This week I've had trouble with my blood pressure (more than likely Jamie's fault). For some reason he thinks he's on vacation and doesn't like how the hotel is treating him so he calls me and complains.....
Anyway, I was sitting here today reading and the phone rang and this sweet male voice said what are you doing. At first I thought, yeah an obscene phone call, but then I realized I recognized it just as he said his name. It was a precious friend from high school that I had not seen in nearly 40 years. He was in town and wanted to stop by, it didn't matter to him that it was one of those days that I didn't bother to put make-up on. We had a wonderful visit, he was thrilled to see mother. Our parents were friends so we were more like brother and sister than anything else. We talked old times and what had been going on his world. He's lost both parents, I remember his mom was one of the most beautiful women I knew and his dad was a hoot to be around. They both had so much class and it rubbed off him. He will be back in a few weeks for his 40th class reunion, which I'm going to crash. Yes, he's married, but I can't wait to see him again. Love ya Dudley!!!

It's About Time

I was thinking today that I haven't done a post in over a week, so decided I needed to come up with something to say. Well during the last month I have sat through 2 custody hearings, which brings me to say. I should have been a lawyer. I truly believe you don't have to be that smart or have a whole lot of sense to be one. I've listened to two different ones ask questions that had nothing to do with the cases and sometimes didn't even make sense. Like the lawyer that asked me what time another family went to bed. Excuse me, I don't live with them and have no clue. Not only did she ask it once she ask it two or three times. I haven't figured out till yet what made her think I would know what time my ex-daughter-in-laws grandparents went to bed. On Monday of this week I sat through another custody hearing and listened as the lawyer ask more questions that didn't make sense. The judge ended the trial and as he was leaving the bench this lawyer kept asking questions, finally the judge turned around and said well I guess we are back in session everyone may sit down. I sat there and thought where do these people come from, obviously not from the land of common sense. A trial wouldn't last but about 30 minutes if they would ask a question pertaining to the case and not ask it 5 or 6 times just worded differently. I'm sure the judges would appreciate it that way they could get to the golf course quicker...