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Friday, October 30, 2009
PICTURES COMING....I HOPE
Just wanted to let you know that hopefully I will be putting pictures on my blog very soon. Daughter in law Tina knows how....yippee...it will be more interesting to you I am sure, just because a picture is worth a thousand words and then maybe old motormouth here won't be "talking" so much. lol
Thursday, October 29, 2009
PATRICIA.......
Isn't that just the most beautiful name. When I think of her a flood of memories come back. There is a mixture of laughter, giggles and tears.
Pat and I are first cousins...we were like sisters...and in fact, we were. Neither of us had a sister and so we became each other's sister. She had a brother named Frank who was two years older than us. There was nothing I would not do to please him. I can remember ironing his pants and getting the crease down the front and the back just right. Frank was tall, very blond, blue-eyed and had the most charming smile. Pat and Frank were very blessed with being very beautiful and handsome.
Pat and I are different physically. Pat's parents were fair in color, but my mother...the sister of Pat's mom...had darker features...dark hair, dark eyes and a little darker of skin. Pat was much like my mother except Pat has hazel eyes. Now I inherited Pat's mom's coloring...fair, blue-eyed and even my face is shaped like hers. We always claimed that our mother's switched babies. She and I are the same age only separated by six weeks. I am older, but not wiser.
Because of family circumstances I went to live with her family for my 8th and 9th grades of school. The best years of my young life. I had love, good meals, security and happy that I got to live with my favorite cousin.
Fun times. There was a rocking chair on the front porch. Pat and I sat in there together and would eat lemons and sunflower seeds and watch the traffic go by on Jackson Street in our home town of Medford. How we loved those treats, but little did we know that we were eating the enamel off our two front teeth.
Every Saturday was our responsibility to clean the whole house. We put all the "jobs" on separate pieces of paper, folded them up and put them in a bowl from which we would draw our "jobs" for the day. Every night we had to do the dishes...no dishwashers in those days except human ones. I would wash one night, she would dry. The next night we switched. Sometimes in the process of doing the dishes, one of us would have to go to the bathroom and that meant, at times, that we both would go into this large bathroom and keep one another company. One on the throne and the other on the laundry hamper...using it as a chair. We were always talking. Then back together into the kitchen continuing on with our chores and talking. The chrome was polished on the stove and refrigerator each night, the kitchen swept..all immaculate. These were just great years.
Pat and I slept together in a double bed. That bed had to be made every morning before school. One time we were running late...school was two blocks away. During our classes we were requested to come to the office where they was a message for us to get home immediately and make our bed. The school excused us and we ran home..made our bed and returned to finish our class. Needless to say we never left home without the room looking it's best.
At the dinner table my aunt fixed very nice meals..Pat and I always set the table. The family sat down together, talked and sometimes I would play a game with Pat. When she would take a bite of potatoes, I took a bite. When she wiped her mouth with the napkin, I wiped mine. When she took a drink of her water, I took a drink of mine. I would do this until she noticed and then we both would burst into laughter. You were never allowed to leave the table after you finished eating until you said, "May I please be excused?" Permission was always granted.
Pat and I loved to go to bed with Velveeta cheese sandwiches with lots of lettuce on them. We would put our sandwich on a small plate, cut it in half and proceed to the bedroom. This was all done after the nightly bath...no shower.., hair put in curlers or bobby pin curls for the next day and pajamas on. We would grab some of our romance magazines, get into bed with our legs pulled up, open the magazine and proceed to eat, read and relax. One time, after following this procedure, I started to take a second bite of my sandwich when I noticed something extra in it. Oh ugh.....there laid a slug. We had washed the lettuce but apparently not too carefully. Neither one of us could eat after that...so lights were put out and once in a while you could hear a groan or two. To this day, Pat and I inspect every leaf of lettuce we intend to use...front, back , sideways!!!!!!
I could go on and on about this wonderful "sister" of mine. We have not seen each other for years. She sends me pictures once in awhile of her. She is so beautiful with her darker skin, her gorgeous smile. She looks in her 30's, not 70. I want her to remember me the way I used to look...fair, blue-eyed, no fat and always smiling. Those were the days. I love her with all my heart and soul. She is one of the best things that ever happened to me. I thank God for her. My Pat. My Patty-cake. My Patricia.
Mimi's Thought for the Day: Send someone in your past a card, a letter. Tell them how they touched your life. I promise you that by doing this....you will touch theirs.
Pat and I are first cousins...we were like sisters...and in fact, we were. Neither of us had a sister and so we became each other's sister. She had a brother named Frank who was two years older than us. There was nothing I would not do to please him. I can remember ironing his pants and getting the crease down the front and the back just right. Frank was tall, very blond, blue-eyed and had the most charming smile. Pat and Frank were very blessed with being very beautiful and handsome.
Pat and I are different physically. Pat's parents were fair in color, but my mother...the sister of Pat's mom...had darker features...dark hair, dark eyes and a little darker of skin. Pat was much like my mother except Pat has hazel eyes. Now I inherited Pat's mom's coloring...fair, blue-eyed and even my face is shaped like hers. We always claimed that our mother's switched babies. She and I are the same age only separated by six weeks. I am older, but not wiser.
Because of family circumstances I went to live with her family for my 8th and 9th grades of school. The best years of my young life. I had love, good meals, security and happy that I got to live with my favorite cousin.
Fun times. There was a rocking chair on the front porch. Pat and I sat in there together and would eat lemons and sunflower seeds and watch the traffic go by on Jackson Street in our home town of Medford. How we loved those treats, but little did we know that we were eating the enamel off our two front teeth.
Every Saturday was our responsibility to clean the whole house. We put all the "jobs" on separate pieces of paper, folded them up and put them in a bowl from which we would draw our "jobs" for the day. Every night we had to do the dishes...no dishwashers in those days except human ones. I would wash one night, she would dry. The next night we switched. Sometimes in the process of doing the dishes, one of us would have to go to the bathroom and that meant, at times, that we both would go into this large bathroom and keep one another company. One on the throne and the other on the laundry hamper...using it as a chair. We were always talking. Then back together into the kitchen continuing on with our chores and talking. The chrome was polished on the stove and refrigerator each night, the kitchen swept..all immaculate. These were just great years.
Pat and I slept together in a double bed. That bed had to be made every morning before school. One time we were running late...school was two blocks away. During our classes we were requested to come to the office where they was a message for us to get home immediately and make our bed. The school excused us and we ran home..made our bed and returned to finish our class. Needless to say we never left home without the room looking it's best.
At the dinner table my aunt fixed very nice meals..Pat and I always set the table. The family sat down together, talked and sometimes I would play a game with Pat. When she would take a bite of potatoes, I took a bite. When she wiped her mouth with the napkin, I wiped mine. When she took a drink of her water, I took a drink of mine. I would do this until she noticed and then we both would burst into laughter. You were never allowed to leave the table after you finished eating until you said, "May I please be excused?" Permission was always granted.
Pat and I loved to go to bed with Velveeta cheese sandwiches with lots of lettuce on them. We would put our sandwich on a small plate, cut it in half and proceed to the bedroom. This was all done after the nightly bath...no shower.., hair put in curlers or bobby pin curls for the next day and pajamas on. We would grab some of our romance magazines, get into bed with our legs pulled up, open the magazine and proceed to eat, read and relax. One time, after following this procedure, I started to take a second bite of my sandwich when I noticed something extra in it. Oh ugh.....there laid a slug. We had washed the lettuce but apparently not too carefully. Neither one of us could eat after that...so lights were put out and once in a while you could hear a groan or two. To this day, Pat and I inspect every leaf of lettuce we intend to use...front, back , sideways!!!!!!
I could go on and on about this wonderful "sister" of mine. We have not seen each other for years. She sends me pictures once in awhile of her. She is so beautiful with her darker skin, her gorgeous smile. She looks in her 30's, not 70. I want her to remember me the way I used to look...fair, blue-eyed, no fat and always smiling. Those were the days. I love her with all my heart and soul. She is one of the best things that ever happened to me. I thank God for her. My Pat. My Patty-cake. My Patricia.
Mimi's Thought for the Day: Send someone in your past a card, a letter. Tell them how they touched your life. I promise you that by doing this....you will touch theirs.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
FAMILY HISTORY
Just recently three of my grandchildren...Maren, Makenna and Joshua.... went to the Temple to do baptismal work for members of our family. There were four joys experienced that day because of the unselfishness of these grandchildren who had already put in a full day of school, left right after school, made the trip to Tri-Cities, did the baptisms and confirmations and then on to their homes. Their comments to me where it was really great to be able to do family names. I knew which child was going to do what name and therefore I wrote them a personal letter and told as much as I knew about the person they were going to enter the water of baptism for. They told me that the person was more real to them and it made them feel closer to them.
I have been told that those having temple work done for them are required to be in the temple that day to witness every step of temple work: their baptism, confirmation, initiatory, priesthood confirmation, endowment, sealings. Only makes sense doesn't it. I have no doubt that our ancestors were there.
So the four "joys" I speak of are:
1. Did I ever dream that when I entered the water of baptism that one day my own grandchildren would be doing the same for themselves as well as members of the family? No, I did not. I was 15 years old and a convert and I had no idea what my decision was going to bring about...but now I see the fruits and joys of those decisions.
2. The joys that my grandchildren experienced in the temple and the anticipation of the work they were going to do for that deceased ancestor and how it would make them feel.
3. The joy that the ancestors witnessed that evening as they saw their own descendants enter into the font to perform that sacred ordinance in their behalf and then have the Priesthood of God confirm and give them the Gift of the Holy Ghost.
4. Last, but not least, the joy of our Heavenly Father as He saw these precious children of His enter the baptismal font in the Holy Temple and began the work for some of His other precious children.
What a marvelous feeling it is to be able to be of service in this most vital step of progression. I am very grateful that we have a temple so close by. We are blessed.
I have been told that those having temple work done for them are required to be in the temple that day to witness every step of temple work: their baptism, confirmation, initiatory, priesthood confirmation, endowment, sealings. Only makes sense doesn't it. I have no doubt that our ancestors were there.
So the four "joys" I speak of are:
1. Did I ever dream that when I entered the water of baptism that one day my own grandchildren would be doing the same for themselves as well as members of the family? No, I did not. I was 15 years old and a convert and I had no idea what my decision was going to bring about...but now I see the fruits and joys of those decisions.
2. The joys that my grandchildren experienced in the temple and the anticipation of the work they were going to do for that deceased ancestor and how it would make them feel.
3. The joy that the ancestors witnessed that evening as they saw their own descendants enter into the font to perform that sacred ordinance in their behalf and then have the Priesthood of God confirm and give them the Gift of the Holy Ghost.
4. Last, but not least, the joy of our Heavenly Father as He saw these precious children of His enter the baptismal font in the Holy Temple and began the work for some of His other precious children.
What a marvelous feeling it is to be able to be of service in this most vital step of progression. I am very grateful that we have a temple so close by. We are blessed.
Monday, October 26, 2009
DEANNA, DO YOU KNOW WHAT?
As a very young child I remember my mother asking me the question "Deanna, do you know what?" I would answer in my little girl voice "What?". She then would say, "You talk too much."
Well friends I do and this blog has been my friend, sounding board, etc. But I have noticed that my posts are too long so I will try to make them shorter and not "talk too much."
Have a beautiful day in the rain...love it. God bless all of you in need of comfort, healing, peace and love.
Mimi's Thought for the Day: A woman speaks twice as many words each day as a man. One of our gifts is the gift of gab. With that thought, we just need to be sure that our words are lovely, soothing and without the bite of gossip and pain to others. A tongue can be the loveliest thing in the world or it can be the ugliest. Have you checked your tongue lately?
Well friends I do and this blog has been my friend, sounding board, etc. But I have noticed that my posts are too long so I will try to make them shorter and not "talk too much."
Have a beautiful day in the rain...love it. God bless all of you in need of comfort, healing, peace and love.
Mimi's Thought for the Day: A woman speaks twice as many words each day as a man. One of our gifts is the gift of gab. With that thought, we just need to be sure that our words are lovely, soothing and without the bite of gossip and pain to others. A tongue can be the loveliest thing in the world or it can be the ugliest. Have you checked your tongue lately?
Friday, October 23, 2009
I LOVE FALL TIME: COLORS, FRESH AIR, RAIN
I love rain. It is raining today in Moses Lake...love it...but my men cannot harvest corn today so they are bummed out about that, but I am looking at rain as a gift to us to help cleanse our air, settle the dust and give a much needed "drink" to our trees and shrubs and Fall flowers. Of course when our hay has been cut and it is drying and then it rains on it, I only see $$$$ signs that tell me we lost money because the hay got rained on.
I came from Medford, Oregon...near the Oregon-California border on Interstate 5. An absolutely beautiful town with old oak trees that "umbrella" many of the streets...like a canopy.
I have walked those streets many times and enjoyed the crunch of the leaves on the sidewalks and often would find myself kicking as I would walk so I could see the colorful leaves fly up from the sidewalk. These leaves were huge...some the size of dinner plates.
Autumn is my favorite time of the year, not only because of it's beauty but because it brings back the memories of my hometown. Cherished memories of life there with grandparents, mother, brother, aunts and uncles and wonderful cousins and of course dear friends.
Medford is where I found my life...my religious life. I found the church, was baptized at 15 and know that this became a decision that was to go beyond myself. Little did I know that I was paving a way of life for future generations...children, grandchildren and on and on. One day I will tell the story of the church in Medford...tiny little congregation to the present, which includes the Medford Temple.
Back to autumn time....I love the peaceful sound when rain falls. My husband dislikes having a bedroom window open, but if I could I would have it WIDE open so I could hear the sound of rain. I just knew that when I got married that one day I would have a house with a tin roof so I could hear the rain falling. What does it do for me? Sweet peace. Relaxed. Comfort. Calmness. Oh...forgot to tell you that I did not get my tin roof, but I can still dream about one.
I love to walk in the rain. My walking days have ended due to some physical problems, but the desire is still there. Sometimes I have even gone out and just let the rain "cleanse" me as baptism cleansed my soul.
I know some people "hate" the rain...but this person loves it and appreciates it. When I was very young I made up a poem about the rain. I cannot remember it except for the first few lines:
A little girl at the age of eleven
Watched the rain fall from heaven.
Mother was sleeping,
Brother was weeping.
That's it...no memory of the rest of it. My brother really was not crying, but I remember having to say that so I would have a word to rhyme with "sleeping."
Fall time is a time of beauty and is a time that the earth is getting ready to go to sleep so it can produce again in the spring and summer. We are so blessed to have the four seasons here in Moses Lake. I would not want to live where I could not experience the beautiful colors of autumn, the white snow of winter...which reminds me of a blanket for the earth; the peeking tips of green leaves to signal the flowers of spring and lastly, the summer which gives us our food, warm sun.....life in the earth is back and then it begins it's cycle all over again. God is good to us....He gave us a wonderful place to live.
What is your favorite time of year?
Mimi's Thought for the Day: God our Father, gave us the seasons of life for our good. Each season has it's purpose. One is for producing, one is for resting, one is for sleeping and one is for awakening. Have you noticed that this is "life"? You are awake..you are here on earth.You are in the springtime of your life. Then you are producing...you are serving and giving...the summer of your life..full of energy. You will reach the season of your life, call autumn/fall where you will go a little slower, see how mature you have become both physically and spiritually, yet marvel at this "season" as you reflect on what has been and what is to come. Then comes the time for your "sleeping"...the rest. But that is not the end!!!! The "season" of a new beginning will begin with no pain, no sorrow, no trials...only the good things of His creations all wrapped up into one package that is called life eternal.
I came from Medford, Oregon...near the Oregon-California border on Interstate 5. An absolutely beautiful town with old oak trees that "umbrella" many of the streets...like a canopy.
I have walked those streets many times and enjoyed the crunch of the leaves on the sidewalks and often would find myself kicking as I would walk so I could see the colorful leaves fly up from the sidewalk. These leaves were huge...some the size of dinner plates.
Autumn is my favorite time of the year, not only because of it's beauty but because it brings back the memories of my hometown. Cherished memories of life there with grandparents, mother, brother, aunts and uncles and wonderful cousins and of course dear friends.
Medford is where I found my life...my religious life. I found the church, was baptized at 15 and know that this became a decision that was to go beyond myself. Little did I know that I was paving a way of life for future generations...children, grandchildren and on and on. One day I will tell the story of the church in Medford...tiny little congregation to the present, which includes the Medford Temple.
Back to autumn time....I love the peaceful sound when rain falls. My husband dislikes having a bedroom window open, but if I could I would have it WIDE open so I could hear the sound of rain. I just knew that when I got married that one day I would have a house with a tin roof so I could hear the rain falling. What does it do for me? Sweet peace. Relaxed. Comfort. Calmness. Oh...forgot to tell you that I did not get my tin roof, but I can still dream about one.
I love to walk in the rain. My walking days have ended due to some physical problems, but the desire is still there. Sometimes I have even gone out and just let the rain "cleanse" me as baptism cleansed my soul.
I know some people "hate" the rain...but this person loves it and appreciates it. When I was very young I made up a poem about the rain. I cannot remember it except for the first few lines:
A little girl at the age of eleven
Watched the rain fall from heaven.
Mother was sleeping,
Brother was weeping.
That's it...no memory of the rest of it. My brother really was not crying, but I remember having to say that so I would have a word to rhyme with "sleeping."
Fall time is a time of beauty and is a time that the earth is getting ready to go to sleep so it can produce again in the spring and summer. We are so blessed to have the four seasons here in Moses Lake. I would not want to live where I could not experience the beautiful colors of autumn, the white snow of winter...which reminds me of a blanket for the earth; the peeking tips of green leaves to signal the flowers of spring and lastly, the summer which gives us our food, warm sun.....life in the earth is back and then it begins it's cycle all over again. God is good to us....He gave us a wonderful place to live.
What is your favorite time of year?
Mimi's Thought for the Day: God our Father, gave us the seasons of life for our good. Each season has it's purpose. One is for producing, one is for resting, one is for sleeping and one is for awakening. Have you noticed that this is "life"? You are awake..you are here on earth.You are in the springtime of your life. Then you are producing...you are serving and giving...the summer of your life..full of energy. You will reach the season of your life, call autumn/fall where you will go a little slower, see how mature you have become both physically and spiritually, yet marvel at this "season" as you reflect on what has been and what is to come. Then comes the time for your "sleeping"...the rest. But that is not the end!!!! The "season" of a new beginning will begin with no pain, no sorrow, no trials...only the good things of His creations all wrapped up into one package that is called life eternal.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
JUDY'S HOME
Judy Wallace, a former resident of Moses Lake for several years, is home early from rehabilitation hospital. Her progress is coming along very quickly. She still has to have therapy...3 sessions a week with each session taking 3 hours. Her speech is clear but slow and tired sounding. She can feel her right hand but it is weak. She feels very fortunate to have survived this stroke and wanted me to tell all of you that she is very grateful for all the prayers.
Judy is the daughter of Darrell and Bea Johnson (both deceased) and the sister of Nancy Prentice, wife of Neil. I thank you too for your prayers...I know it was the reason she was able to come home two weeks or more ahead of schedule.
Mimi's Thought For The Day: Look at the miracle of your hands. They hold, touch, fix, love, soothe, create, clean, write, type, tickle, hug, serve, feel, anoint, drive, play, comfort, etc. We are indeed blessed to have hands to express who we are. Take good care of them and may your hands be an instrument for God.
Judy is the daughter of Darrell and Bea Johnson (both deceased) and the sister of Nancy Prentice, wife of Neil. I thank you too for your prayers...I know it was the reason she was able to come home two weeks or more ahead of schedule.
Mimi's Thought For The Day: Look at the miracle of your hands. They hold, touch, fix, love, soothe, create, clean, write, type, tickle, hug, serve, feel, anoint, drive, play, comfort, etc. We are indeed blessed to have hands to express who we are. Take good care of them and may your hands be an instrument for God.
Friday, October 16, 2009
I LOVE BEING SURPRISED...sometimes!
I love being surprised.....especially when my house is in order, I am dressed and my makeup and hair are perfect. But that does not happen when you want it to. Seems like I am always "caught" ....but that is another story.
Recently my twin granddaughters Amber and Ashley came from Utah to surprise their parents and brother and sister and of course the rest of us. I loved seeing them again and the surprise of them coming. Their family was very surprised also. That was fun for the girls. They are attending college in Utah and loving it. It has been fun to watch Amber and Ashley grow up. Everyone thought they were like two little monkeys as 2 years old. They had no fear and showed it as they would climb on top of the dining room table or the counter tops and try to get into cupboards or they would jump from bed to bed or off of a high spot.
This agility of theirs proved to be a blessing as they became very proficient in dance, basketball, softball and other endeavors. They have been "fun" since the day they were born. They are so beautiful! They have great personalities. They are just wonderful to be around.
Ashley and Amber have as their middle names, the middle names of their maternal and paternal grandmothers. I feel honored. I have enjoyed these girls and love how they have such an enthusiasm for life. They are good girls who walk the walk of Christ and who are tender-hearted, compassionate and love to give of their special spirit to others. They are both excellent students who strive to do their best and be their best.
I enjoyed having them surprise me a few days ago...even if I was in my robe, hair messy, housework undone....I got to sit and just enjoy looking and talking with them. The hair, clothes and house can always be done later. They were the priority that morning.
Now if someone outside of the family should come as a surprise, I would probably faint!!!! Or run!!!!!!! Or not answer the door!!!!! So sometimes I don't like being surprised by unexpected guests...but only sometimes.
Mimi's Thought For The Day: If Christ came knocking at your door, would you let Him in? Would you be prepared/unprepared for His coming?
Recently my twin granddaughters Amber and Ashley came from Utah to surprise their parents and brother and sister and of course the rest of us. I loved seeing them again and the surprise of them coming. Their family was very surprised also. That was fun for the girls. They are attending college in Utah and loving it. It has been fun to watch Amber and Ashley grow up. Everyone thought they were like two little monkeys as 2 years old. They had no fear and showed it as they would climb on top of the dining room table or the counter tops and try to get into cupboards or they would jump from bed to bed or off of a high spot.
This agility of theirs proved to be a blessing as they became very proficient in dance, basketball, softball and other endeavors. They have been "fun" since the day they were born. They are so beautiful! They have great personalities. They are just wonderful to be around.
Ashley and Amber have as their middle names, the middle names of their maternal and paternal grandmothers. I feel honored. I have enjoyed these girls and love how they have such an enthusiasm for life. They are good girls who walk the walk of Christ and who are tender-hearted, compassionate and love to give of their special spirit to others. They are both excellent students who strive to do their best and be their best.
I enjoyed having them surprise me a few days ago...even if I was in my robe, hair messy, housework undone....I got to sit and just enjoy looking and talking with them. The hair, clothes and house can always be done later. They were the priority that morning.
Now if someone outside of the family should come as a surprise, I would probably faint!!!! Or run!!!!!!! Or not answer the door!!!!! So sometimes I don't like being surprised by unexpected guests...but only sometimes.
Mimi's Thought For The Day: If Christ came knocking at your door, would you let Him in? Would you be prepared/unprepared for His coming?
Sunday, October 11, 2009
UPDATE ON JUDY
For those who knew Judy Wallace you will be pleased to know that she is doing fantastic. She even called me today. She is no longer slurring her words but does still talk very slowly. Her stroke happened on Tuesday Evening and thus she went to the hospital. Her blood pressure had skyrocketed to around 220 over 100 plus. Very scary.
Her right side of her body has feeling but is very weak. She cannot use her right arm or hand but has feeling in it. Her right leg is weak also but she is able to put weight on it with being held up on each side and she walks by taking baby steps.
She is in a rehabilitation hospital in Prove and has therapy four hours a day. She will be there 2=3 weeks, then she will go home and have therapy three times a week. They were planning to move to Florida the end of October but that has been put on hold of course.
She is most grateful for the prayers in her behalf. She is scared, yet knows she is going to be fine again. Keep praying please...even if you don't know her. Thanks so much.
Mimi's Thought For The Day: When I was younger I would often hear "What goes around, comes around." I knew that if I was kind then people would be kind to me. If I was a selfish person, then others would act the same. We do influence people with the way we treat them. So in your "goings around"...work, school, church, play, shopping, driving, etc., give your best and it will come back to you. That also means no hateful, angry thoughts as those thoughts turn into bad choices and a gossipy tongue. In the long run you hurt yourself more and you will end up with no friends...why? No one wants to be friends with someone who has nothing nice to say about anyone...it might be you next time. So remember "What goes around, comes around."
Her right side of her body has feeling but is very weak. She cannot use her right arm or hand but has feeling in it. Her right leg is weak also but she is able to put weight on it with being held up on each side and she walks by taking baby steps.
She is in a rehabilitation hospital in Prove and has therapy four hours a day. She will be there 2=3 weeks, then she will go home and have therapy three times a week. They were planning to move to Florida the end of October but that has been put on hold of course.
She is most grateful for the prayers in her behalf. She is scared, yet knows she is going to be fine again. Keep praying please...even if you don't know her. Thanks so much.
Mimi's Thought For The Day: When I was younger I would often hear "What goes around, comes around." I knew that if I was kind then people would be kind to me. If I was a selfish person, then others would act the same. We do influence people with the way we treat them. So in your "goings around"...work, school, church, play, shopping, driving, etc., give your best and it will come back to you. That also means no hateful, angry thoughts as those thoughts turn into bad choices and a gossipy tongue. In the long run you hurt yourself more and you will end up with no friends...why? No one wants to be friends with someone who has nothing nice to say about anyone...it might be you next time. So remember "What goes around, comes around."
Saturday, October 10, 2009
JUDY NEEDS YOUR PRAYERS
Just a few minutes ago my phone rang. It was Nancy Prentice, the sister of Judy Wallace. Nancy moved a year or so ago to Jerome, Idaho and Judy moved to Alpine, Utah. I have kept in touch with both of them.
Nancy's phone call was one that does not bring happy news...Judy had a stroke. My good friend Judy who lived in our cottage for over four years....who is a joy to know and be with. Only time will tell the outcome of this as it effected her entire right side. She was put immediately into therapy and her husband believes that in a few weeks they will still be able to make their move to Florida.
Judy has been taking care of her grandson Cobie for several years. She has brought this little man into her life and given him a decent home with lots of love. When she took him in he did not know how to read nor had he been to school very much. But now he is like a sponge and absorbs all the knowledge and learning he can and he loves it. She is so good to him and for him.
I pray that she can pull threw this, especially for Cobie, but also for her many friends who love her and admire her. Her sister Nancy and her are very close and this is hard on Nancy too. I ask you to pray for both of these women.
I feel strongly that Judy is going to come through this with flying colors, but prayers need to be sent to heaven.
Thank you for joining with me and petitioning our Father for a perfect healing for a most wonderful daughter of His.
Mimi's Thought For The Day: Learn from yesterday how to make today even better. Reach out your hand and your heart in thought and deed. (Deanna)
Nancy's phone call was one that does not bring happy news...Judy had a stroke. My good friend Judy who lived in our cottage for over four years....who is a joy to know and be with. Only time will tell the outcome of this as it effected her entire right side. She was put immediately into therapy and her husband believes that in a few weeks they will still be able to make their move to Florida.
Judy has been taking care of her grandson Cobie for several years. She has brought this little man into her life and given him a decent home with lots of love. When she took him in he did not know how to read nor had he been to school very much. But now he is like a sponge and absorbs all the knowledge and learning he can and he loves it. She is so good to him and for him.
I pray that she can pull threw this, especially for Cobie, but also for her many friends who love her and admire her. Her sister Nancy and her are very close and this is hard on Nancy too. I ask you to pray for both of these women.
I feel strongly that Judy is going to come through this with flying colors, but prayers need to be sent to heaven.
Thank you for joining with me and petitioning our Father for a perfect healing for a most wonderful daughter of His.
Mimi's Thought For The Day: Learn from yesterday how to make today even better. Reach out your hand and your heart in thought and deed. (Deanna)
Monday, October 5, 2009
FUN GETTER OLDER...FUN FOR WHOM?
Mercy, mercy, where did I leave my eyeglasses? Oh there they are on top of my head.
Who put the potato peelings in the Velveeta cheese box? I would never do such a thing! (I think I better check the garbage for the cheese.)
Something is squeaking in this house...we must have a mouse. No dear, it is your knees.
What did I have for breakfast today? Hmmm, can't remember. Oh, I forgot to eat!!
Where are my teefers? Ah....I was testing the tooth fairy and I left my false teeth under my pillow.
Let's go on a date tonight dear. Where would you like to go? Oh me too...sounds lovely...we will put our two recliners together and watch one another sleep.
Honey, lets you and I go out in the corn field and kiss behind the ears. Hee Hee
Just a little bit of humor on a day that I am really feeling my age. They say these are the Golden Years. Ha..."golden" for whom. Well I would say the doctor, the lawyer and the funeral home.
Bye all...enjoy your youth. Your day is coming!!!!!!
Hugs, Deanna (Mimi)
Mimi's Thought For The Day: Keep laughing --it will take years off of you...best face lift available...... and the best medicine around.
Who put the potato peelings in the Velveeta cheese box? I would never do such a thing! (I think I better check the garbage for the cheese.)
Something is squeaking in this house...we must have a mouse. No dear, it is your knees.
What did I have for breakfast today? Hmmm, can't remember. Oh, I forgot to eat!!
Where are my teefers? Ah....I was testing the tooth fairy and I left my false teeth under my pillow.
Let's go on a date tonight dear. Where would you like to go? Oh me too...sounds lovely...we will put our two recliners together and watch one another sleep.
Honey, lets you and I go out in the corn field and kiss behind the ears. Hee Hee
Just a little bit of humor on a day that I am really feeling my age. They say these are the Golden Years. Ha..."golden" for whom. Well I would say the doctor, the lawyer and the funeral home.
Bye all...enjoy your youth. Your day is coming!!!!!!
Hugs, Deanna (Mimi)
Mimi's Thought For The Day: Keep laughing --it will take years off of you...best face lift available...... and the best medicine around.
MAREN...AN ANGEL IN DISGUISE
We celebrated Maren's birthday Sunday even though her birthday was a while back. She turned 16 so her parents gave her a "Sweet Sixteen" family birthday party. They even had all of the Hirz clan there for a fantastic dinner. The atmosphere was great too. Lots of laughter and fun.
I wish all of you knew Maren like I do or at least I thought I did. We had to write down the answers to several questions and of course I thought I would do very well. Hmmm, I was in for a surprise. One of the questions was, "what is the lowest grade Maren has ever received?" I put down a "B". I knew she was a good student. Well her lowest grade ever was an "A-". I gulped. She is a sophomore this year and is pulling straight A's again.
Maren is a remarkable young woman. She is the kind of girl that everyone would love to have for a daughter; every young woman would like to have her for a best friend; every teacher would like to have her in their class and I, her grandmother, am indeed blessed as I have this angel for not only my granddaughter but for a friend, helper, teacher, comic and she puts me at ease with her natural goodness.
I love Maren because she stands for all that is good in a daughter of God. She does not compromise her standards. I love her for her genuine caring about others, especially about her parents, sisters and me. Feels so good to know you are loved...she does that for me. If I need help with carrying in my car full of groceries...she will drop everything and help me. If I need my floors mopped, vacuumed, etc., she will do it and more without hesitation. She refuses any money for doing it.
There is something special about Maren that gives me the nice kind of "goosebumps." When she was a very little baby laying in her little carrier she talked to me. No joke. She must have been about 6 weeks old...I wish I could remember her age, but she was tiny. Her eyes locked right on mine and she said as plain as day, "Hi". My son-in-law sitting next to me said, "I heard it..I'm a witness." About two weeks to a month later, again she locked her eyes on me. These eyes had the look of intelligence but were not a baby's eyes. She said, "Bye." She never spoke again until it was time to start talking. This is an incredible experience that I will never forget. I believe that the "veil" had not been drawn and Maren's spirit was speaking to me. I am glad I had witnesses as I am sure no one would have believed me. Yes, there is something unique about this choice daughter of our Heavenly Father. It is a joy to sit back and watch her grow and mature and be a positive influence on her friends and cousins and all of us.
I love Maren because she is good. She is good at anything she puts her hand to. Her mother never has to tell her to clean, cook, etc. Maren just gets in and takes care of things that she sees needs to be done. She is good at being kind. She is good about showing love to all. We need more Maren's in this world. Believe me...it would be a perfect world.
I love you Maren....you are my angel...you bless me in so many ways. You make my heart swell, my smile larger, my eyes glowing....you bring out the best in me. Hugs.
Mimi's Thought For The Day: Tell me who you walk with and I will tell you who you are.
author: Old Spanish saying
I wish all of you knew Maren like I do or at least I thought I did. We had to write down the answers to several questions and of course I thought I would do very well. Hmmm, I was in for a surprise. One of the questions was, "what is the lowest grade Maren has ever received?" I put down a "B". I knew she was a good student. Well her lowest grade ever was an "A-". I gulped. She is a sophomore this year and is pulling straight A's again.
Maren is a remarkable young woman. She is the kind of girl that everyone would love to have for a daughter; every young woman would like to have her for a best friend; every teacher would like to have her in their class and I, her grandmother, am indeed blessed as I have this angel for not only my granddaughter but for a friend, helper, teacher, comic and she puts me at ease with her natural goodness.
I love Maren because she stands for all that is good in a daughter of God. She does not compromise her standards. I love her for her genuine caring about others, especially about her parents, sisters and me. Feels so good to know you are loved...she does that for me. If I need help with carrying in my car full of groceries...she will drop everything and help me. If I need my floors mopped, vacuumed, etc., she will do it and more without hesitation. She refuses any money for doing it.
There is something special about Maren that gives me the nice kind of "goosebumps." When she was a very little baby laying in her little carrier she talked to me. No joke. She must have been about 6 weeks old...I wish I could remember her age, but she was tiny. Her eyes locked right on mine and she said as plain as day, "Hi". My son-in-law sitting next to me said, "I heard it..I'm a witness." About two weeks to a month later, again she locked her eyes on me. These eyes had the look of intelligence but were not a baby's eyes. She said, "Bye." She never spoke again until it was time to start talking. This is an incredible experience that I will never forget. I believe that the "veil" had not been drawn and Maren's spirit was speaking to me. I am glad I had witnesses as I am sure no one would have believed me. Yes, there is something unique about this choice daughter of our Heavenly Father. It is a joy to sit back and watch her grow and mature and be a positive influence on her friends and cousins and all of us.
I love Maren because she is good. She is good at anything she puts her hand to. Her mother never has to tell her to clean, cook, etc. Maren just gets in and takes care of things that she sees needs to be done. She is good at being kind. She is good about showing love to all. We need more Maren's in this world. Believe me...it would be a perfect world.
I love you Maren....you are my angel...you bless me in so many ways. You make my heart swell, my smile larger, my eyes glowing....you bring out the best in me. Hugs.
Mimi's Thought For The Day: Tell me who you walk with and I will tell you who you are.
author: Old Spanish saying
Thursday, October 1, 2009
GRANDCHILDREN
This morning I woke up early and came into my computer room. My thoughts immediately were that of the "little" ( lol....some of them are taller than I) people in my life. I am no different than any other grandmother who thinks their grandchildren are the best in the world. Except one thing....I KNOW my grandchildren are the best.
I am going to list just a few of the things that they do that bring warm fuzzie feelings into my heart:
1. They love me and show it.
2. They are excited to see me even though we see each other several times a week.
3. They are happy children and are loved deeply by their parents.
4. They have good manners and always say thank you, please. Why they even ask if they can have a drink of water!
5. They rub my feet with lotion and put me in "heaven".
6. They want to help me around the house...dusting, vacuuming, pulling weeds, etc.
7. They want to help me up or down the stairs or ask if there is anything they can get me.
8. They are most appreciative of anything.
9. They laugh a lot and I love to hear their giggling.
10. They all are excellent students and excel in their work.
11. They love Jesus Christ and the Gospel.
12. They are not only handsome/beautiful on the outside but they have hearts and minds that give them that beauty of spirit.
13. They make me look good...they bring out the best in me. They are my strength, my joy, and my life.
I have given you just a "baker's dozen" of reasons I love my grandchildren. I could give hundreds of more reasons. Suffice it to say that this grandmother...Mimi to them...is so grateful to God for blessing me with treasures of gold...for their worth is great.
Thank you Brent and Carolyn, Heather, Hilary, Cherise, Chayla, Maren, Marquel, Megan, Matthew, Ryan, Ashley, Amber, Heidi, Derek, Makenna, Joshua, Landon and Kyle....thank you for all you have done to make my life fulfilled...I am the happiest when I feel your sweet arms around me....I am complete.
Mimi's Thought for the Day: What you give to others will be given back a hundred times more...grandchildren are the proof of that. In other words...you reap what you sow....
Take time to love, to give, to share and to be.....it will come back to you.
I am going to list just a few of the things that they do that bring warm fuzzie feelings into my heart:
1. They love me and show it.
2. They are excited to see me even though we see each other several times a week.
3. They are happy children and are loved deeply by their parents.
4. They have good manners and always say thank you, please. Why they even ask if they can have a drink of water!
5. They rub my feet with lotion and put me in "heaven".
6. They want to help me around the house...dusting, vacuuming, pulling weeds, etc.
7. They want to help me up or down the stairs or ask if there is anything they can get me.
8. They are most appreciative of anything.
9. They laugh a lot and I love to hear their giggling.
10. They all are excellent students and excel in their work.
11. They love Jesus Christ and the Gospel.
12. They are not only handsome/beautiful on the outside but they have hearts and minds that give them that beauty of spirit.
13. They make me look good...they bring out the best in me. They are my strength, my joy, and my life.
I have given you just a "baker's dozen" of reasons I love my grandchildren. I could give hundreds of more reasons. Suffice it to say that this grandmother...Mimi to them...is so grateful to God for blessing me with treasures of gold...for their worth is great.
Thank you Brent and Carolyn, Heather, Hilary, Cherise, Chayla, Maren, Marquel, Megan, Matthew, Ryan, Ashley, Amber, Heidi, Derek, Makenna, Joshua, Landon and Kyle....thank you for all you have done to make my life fulfilled...I am the happiest when I feel your sweet arms around me....I am complete.
Mimi's Thought for the Day: What you give to others will be given back a hundred times more...grandchildren are the proof of that. In other words...you reap what you sow....
Take time to love, to give, to share and to be.....it will come back to you.
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