tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80832593776963858372024-03-12T22:01:30.961-07:00Momma BearMomma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17416916864722865028noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083259377696385837.post-43458737773025457312010-04-22T23:26:00.000-07:002010-04-22T23:47:57.506-07:00Addendum to the Spring Break PostThe last post I wrote was on March 19, 2010 where I shared that my number three son and I had a bet going. It was spring break and we were suppose to go that whole week letting him enjoy the whole week, therefore, getting a break from worrying about me; this is because I was grieving so hard about selling my home of 39 years where I raised all four of my sons. Over the years, the house had many problems, especially in the basement. I have had to get something major done pretty much every five years, meanwhile in between the five years, there were many other things that needed to be done; therefore, I decided to sale my home. After it sold, I found a nice condo; shortly before I moved in I guess reality hit me and I had a complete melt down and lost 15 pounds in the process I guess it didn't occur to me that I would take it so hard. Anyway, we both lost the bet. I saw his name on my caller ID and when I called him back, He denied calling me. I have a new phone and sometimes the names of people who call will show back up in a few days or so. This happened twice and a few days after that, he called and said that he was not going to let anyone tell him when he could call his mother;that he would call anytime he wanted to. You know I got a big kick out of that. Hee heeMomma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17416916864722865028noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083259377696385837.post-87244136701448369802010-03-19T11:08:00.000-07:002010-03-19T11:18:43.829-07:00IT'S SPRING BREAKSometimes when I wake up in the moring, before I get out of bed and say my prayer and devotion, I think of something that will make me start to laugh. Usually it is something that one of my grandkids have done, but this time it was my number three son. I have sort of a bet going on with him. He's on Spring break from work and because number two son and his family are out of town and the other two brothers live out of town; he feels a responsibility to make sure I'm not lonely; he has been calling twice a day and showing up over here or taking me some where. The funny part of it is he tried to arrange for me to go out of town, either to Texas or Minnesota, but because of the expenses and last minute planning, it didn't work out. The reason he wants me to go on a vacation so he can have a vacation from worrying about me; therefore, I told him to take the rest of this week (Spring Break) to do what he wants to do; after all he has his own life. Just act as though I left town. We took a bet to see if he could do it without contacting me and that I could do it without needing to call him and without being co-dependent. Yesterday when I got home from my activities and errands, I checked my caller ID and saw his number on it, but when I called him he immediately said "are you missing me or something?" I said "no" I saw your number on my caller ID; and asked if he called and he said "no." I asked him if he missed me and he denied it. I have a new phone and sometimes it will bring up calls that came in perhaps a week or so ago. I will let you all in on the results as soon as they are in. :-) This is halarious.Momma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17416916864722865028noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083259377696385837.post-39523396380815864422009-08-25T20:03:00.000-07:002009-08-25T20:18:56.253-07:00QUESTION!I have a grandson who is two and he is such a cutie pie; in fact, sometimes I call him that. He loves for me to come and visit because I play with him. (Did I say "play")? Yes I did. We play a game that he calls "Bonk-a-lonk. That is when we push his little cars and trucks forward and they hit something, we say "BONK"! Sometimes we chase each other around their pool table with two large plastic vehicles and run into each other and again it's "BONK!" I love to make up games to play with him and he loves for me to come and visit (opps I mean "play") with him. <br /><br />Sometimes we play with his plastic animals from a farm and a Noah's Ark toy that he has. I move them around and make the noises for them. He always makes sure he hides the lion because I think he is kind of scared of him; so when I come to visit and we decide to play with the animals, he will say, "alt oh, where did the lion go?" Since I know where he hides the lion, I bring it out and ask if he wants it, but he says no and so grandma has to put it back in it's hiding place. Sometimes when he comes to visit grandma, he will just out of the blue say "alt oh, where did the lion go?" and then I repeat it; now it has become a part of our playing routine.<br /><br />Now I have a question: "Alt oh, where did the summer go?"Momma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17416916864722865028noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083259377696385837.post-60733541325755078232009-07-08T17:13:00.000-07:002009-07-08T18:07:15.411-07:00What Is Wrong With Me?Over the past couple of weeks, I have been feeling angry and it has taken almost nothing to set me off. I think it began with my trip home from Minnesota a couple of weeks ago. June 18th was the 14th anniversary of my mother's tragic death in a truck trailer accident. I just kept thinking about her and many thoughts about that horrible day came to my mind. Shortly before I left for Minnesota, my brother-in-law passed away from a horrible accident that just suddenly happened, and before that, an old friend passed away; preceding that, an old childhood friend. However, after a bit, I felt I was handling all of this pretty well, then Michael Jackson passed away. Since then there has been a great deal of publicity about Michael.<br /><br />Michael Jackson has been an entertainer for all of my adult life and the young lives of my sons. I have kept up with him pretty much throughout the years, but I guess I never expected someone as popular as he to just pass away out of the blue. Granted, I was shocked like the rest of his fans. <br /><br />I hadn't been in touch with the secular part of entertainment for quite a few years because I have been concentrating mostly on my walk with God, attending church and just trying to follow Him the best I could. My thoughts and a great deal of my conversations have revolved around the Lord and my family. But in the past week or so, I have been experiencing a great deal of depression and feeling despondent. <br /><br />I am surprised about how much of the Michael Jackson publicity I have been reading and watching on television. It is just unbelievable that he would pass on in the prime of his life. Yesterday, while watching the memorial,I came to the conclusion that I am actually grieving Michael's death; just thinking about how sad his life was and how that now he is gone; he is so much in the limelight. Somehow I wish he could see how people all over the world are grieving, listening to his music, watching films of him on television, spending a great deal of money on his music and other items pertaining to him and trying to remember him. It seems as though people are almost worshipping him and referring to him an "idol," which I do not agree with. Even though I don't look upon people or man made objects as "idols" I am still very sad about Michael's life and death. I guess even though I never met him except for on television; it almost seems as though he was family because my sons always listened to his music, we have watched him on television over the years and have read about him in the newspapers. I felt so bad for him during the bad publicity and never believed that he molested any children. Even though people said he was "weird," I believe that some things in his childhood or even his adult life caused those problems in him.<br /><br />Yesterday as I watched the coverage of his memorial I began to think deep, wondering how people would act if Jesus would all of a sudden appear on earth as he did many years ago. I would like to think there would be a much bigger crowd of people and excitement all over the world. I imagined that I would be even more excited to see Him and would be rushing and trying to push my way through just to touch Him or talk to Him. Even though I admit that I loved Michael Jackson, no one can compare to what I feel for my Lord and Savior, JESUS CHRIST! I pray that Michael accepted Jesus as his Lord and Savior and that he will meet the REAL KING -- KING JESUS!Momma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17416916864722865028noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083259377696385837.post-53859193564217566122009-07-05T21:39:00.000-07:002009-07-05T21:44:53.904-07:00STOP REFERRING TO HIM AS "JACKO!"It is cruel to continue to refer to Michael as Jacko. Let his memory be as it should: a great star with lots and lots of talent. His name is Michael Jackson; not Jacko.Momma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17416916864722865028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083259377696385837.post-15010859828826557542009-07-02T17:56:00.000-07:002009-07-02T18:19:58.619-07:00Goodbye MichaelI am deeply saddened at the sudden death of Michael Jackson. While I thank the Media for showing positive things about his life; I'm sorry they feel the need to over emphasize the negative. I am so sick of watching the them play and replay Michael dangling his baby over the ledge out the window. GIVE US A BREAK!!! They really need to let Michael rest in peace. He was a great singer/performer, so why not show us some films when he received music awards time after time after time and the overwhelmingly happy look on his face as he received them and the reactions of the other famous people in the audience as they clapped for him. I believe there were extinuating circumstances that led him to do some of the things he did that were disturbing to the public. I really wish he could see the outpouring of sadness his many, many, many fans have shown since his sudden death. I hope the media will leave his children alone and not make their lives miserable like they did Michaels. I never did believe he was guilty of the crimes in which he was accused. I believe those two accusations against him were the beginning of what eventually caused his death. I always liked him and am very sorry he is gone. May he rest in peace and find solice in the Lord.Momma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17416916864722865028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083259377696385837.post-7406178217361159382009-06-07T18:32:00.000-07:002009-06-07T18:33:29.182-07:00A Lesson LearnedEach morning when the Lord awakens me for another day; I think of Him first. I have always thought of Him as being number 1; even though I don’t always put Him first. Today I had a long conversation with a church member and as I listened to her conversation, that is when I realized how really important it is to “put God first!” <br /><br />My plan for the day was to just take it easy and to watch a movie. My thoughts were on whether or not to go ahead with the movie or get into the “Word.” Since my morning usually begins with prayer and a Bible Scripture or something like that; and although I didn’t read the Bible this morning, I felt it to be okay to go ahead and watch the movie. You know the Lord really works in mysterious ways because while I was watching the movie; I began to get a spiritual message.<br /><br />The movie I chose was “Marley and Me,” a secular movie that, as far as I know, was not really meant to give us a spiritual message. I don’t know how many of you have seen this picture but I’m glad the Lord allowed me to. During the beginning of the movie; a man gives his wife a puppy for her birthday. Throughout this movie, the puppy was very frisky, playful, reckless, practically destroying everything in sight. At one point, the wife began to have children and became difficult to live with; arguing and complaining about things. She even got so upset with the dog, she told her husband to take it away. He was pretty attached to “Marley” and just took him to his best friend’s house for the night. While there, his friend tried to persuade him to leave his wife but was unable to because no matter what, the man was willing to stay put in spite of all the problems. When he returned home the wife inquired about Marley; the husband told her where he had taken the dog and upon realizing she was wrong apologized and admitted that Marley belonged with them. <br /><br />Here we have a wife who is at her wits end; a dog that has become “the worse dog in the world,” according to his owner, and a best friend who is trying to get him to leave his wife. All throughout this movie, I kept saying “I’d get rid of that dog,” meaning I wouldn’t put up with things that dog was doing. <br /><br />I won’t go into anymore of the story in case you have not seen it yet, but; the owner talked about how a dog has unconditional love no matter what. What I got from the movie was no matter how bad the situation; the wife, kids, dog, husband, etc. or what ever went wrong; they stayed together no matter what. No situation is perfect, marriage, jobs, friends, kids, relationships, church, etc., it could benefit you to stick it out, however, there are always extenuating circumstances that make it impossible to stick it out, but if it is His will, the Lord, it will work out if you ask Him.Momma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17416916864722865028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083259377696385837.post-61682291661044620012009-06-04T14:22:00.001-07:002009-06-04T14:26:03.555-07:00ANOTHER GRANDSON TO SPOIL!Yes, I have another grandson! He was born this past Monday, 6-1-09. What a cutie! He must look like grandma -- hee hee hee. He was 8 pounds, 5 ounces. It took almost all day for mommy to get him here (OUCH!). I remember those days. Congratulations to me, Mommy, Daddy and big brother. :-)Momma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17416916864722865028noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083259377696385837.post-3672377807072361032009-05-31T18:08:00.001-07:002009-05-31T18:16:16.603-07:00Thinking Back what my "mommy" told me about where babies came fromTomorrow I'm going to be a grandmother for the eighth time. Thank you Jesus! Eight grandchildren; Wow! I LOVE IT! This grandmother business is GREAT! <br /><br />I remember when I was a little girl; I only had one brother and he was a big tease. One day I decided that I wanted another sibling to play with, so I asked my "mommy" where can she get another baby. (I think this story was unique). She told me at the store. I then asked her if she would go and buy another one but she said they were all out of them. I remember how disappointed I was... after all, how dare them run out of babies. I think I asked her several times after that to check again and each time the store was out of babies. Finally, I gave up.Momma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17416916864722865028noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083259377696385837.post-70917715011845365372009-05-18T19:06:00.000-07:002009-05-18T19:53:42.765-07:00EmotionsTonight I watched one of my favorite T.V. shows, "One Tree Hill." I would say it is a night time soap opera. Actually, as a small tot I was sort of raised listening to soaps and later, watching them with my grandmother. As an adult, over the years I have enjoyed the story lines, drama, etc., as I have sporatically watched them. <br /><br />During the past few years, I have become disappointed in most of the programming, on television, simply because it consists of mostly murder pictures. It seems as though from 6:30pm on, it's murder mystery after murder mystery until the 10:00 news comes on then we have to see and hear true storys about murder. <br /><br />Getting back to "One Tree Hill," I was elated as I watched it tonight, and it made me happy to see that something wonderful happened to everyone in the story. Maybe the plot ended tonight, I don't know but the whole hour was beautiful because it reminded me that wonderful things can happen on television shows and it's not boring to watch.<br /><br />Earlier today, I attended a funeral of an old friend. His wife,(P.D.) my ex-husband and I were running buddies years ago. The two husbands worked at the same company and we did everything together. After my divorce, I continued to be a good friend, however, we didn't keep in touch nearly as much. Several years ago, I attended their 25th wedding anniversary, and it was such a beautiful and happy occasion. My heart really goes out to P.D. because over the years, she has lost three children, her sister, a sister-in-law and now her beloved husband. She is a lovely person and a very strong woman. <br /><br />As I watched "One Tree Hill" tonight, it delighted me to see a program where good things actually happened to almost everyone on the show and the plot came out great. However, at times, my mind went back to the sad event of the day. It was kind of strange how you can feel happiness one minute, and sadness the next. Watching "One Tree Hill" tonight did help me quite a bit because it made me smile for quite some time. It would be nice to see more of what I saw tonight and to think that people would actually enjoy that type of programming more often.<br /><br />I will keep praying for P.D. and her family; hoping that the Lord will bring them peace, love and joy for the rest of their lives and pour out nothing but good blessings to them.Momma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17416916864722865028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083259377696385837.post-70965187625622686692009-05-15T17:34:00.000-07:002009-05-15T17:36:49.878-07:00I HAVE POISON IVY!For over a week I have been scratching, itching and puffing up. It is overwhelming. I got some generic capsules like benedryl, and have been taking them every four hours. I then put a lot of calamine lotion on the rashes Every four hours the itching starts up again which reminds me that I need some more Benedryl and calamine lotion. Any one of you out there who have been through this, I know you can relate. One day when I was working in my back yard, I used some spray to kill the poison ivy/oak. <br /><br />Last week I went out to the back yard to pull (what I thought was the dead limbs and trash them). Little did I know I have acquired poison ivy again after having it a couple years ago.<br /><br />Unfortunately, I didn’t wear gloves. Early every morning around 3:00 to 4:00am, I wake up scratching. HOW LONG WILL THIS BE GOING ON; IT’S BEEN A WEEK ALRLEADY! (Actually, don’t tell anyone, but I think I got into it again when I was clipping bushes in my front yard). I finally went out a purchased some gloves.Momma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17416916864722865028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083259377696385837.post-80807067663805826382009-05-05T21:36:00.000-07:002009-05-05T22:10:23.192-07:00Shopping for Mother's Day GiftsEven though my sons and their wives tell me that since I am the mother/grandmother, I don't need to buy them gifts, however, I do so anyway. I have three daughter-in-laws whom I love, and perceive to be "A number one" mothers. I love recognizing them for their excellent parenting skills of my grandchildren, the love they give to my sons and the things they do for and with me. <br /><br />This year, one of the stores I went to was having a terrific sale. Many of the cosmetics, lotions, bath products, etc., were name brand items and were marked way down. I was able to get the girls nice toiletries, etc., plus, something for my step-mom and a birthday gift for a friend for only $20.00. Everyone should be pleased with the gifts they will receive from me.<br /><br />Two of my daughter-in-laws reside in different states. I packaged up the gifts to send to the one who lives in Texas. When I went to the post office to buy postage; it cost more to send the gift than the actual cost of it. I found that to be amusing, but it is okay with me because I have an opportunity to let three people who mean a lot to me, that I appreciate them for being themselves and for all that they do. I will be visiting one of my sons who lives in Minnesota; so I will be able to give his wife her gift in person. May the Lord truly bless each and everyone of them and my whole family. For those of you who read this post; may the Lord also bless you and yours. Have a blessed Mother's Day out there to all of you mothers/grandmothers/step mothers, foster mothers/and guardians.Momma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17416916864722865028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083259377696385837.post-56222997913127452052009-04-10T20:50:00.000-07:002009-04-10T21:52:58.930-07:00Thinking Out Loud Again"I will lift up mine eyes towards the hills from whence cometh my help; my help cometh from the Lord who made Heaven and Earth." Psalm 121. This is one of my very favorite scriptures. I have used it many times in expressing condolences to others. I wonder how many people really receive the help they get from the Lord? So many times we don't realize we have been helped or that he is helping us. We live in a fast Paced world where everything has to be done quickly. Production is money and we all know that the love of money is the root of all evil. Therefore, it seems almost impossible for many people to wait on Him. <br /><br />Sometimes I think about what it will be like in Heaven. From what I understand there will be no more darkness and of course no more sleeping. I can't imagine being awake forever. I know we will see our loved ones again but will we know them as we did here on earth? <br /><br />A couple of weeks ago, I visited my ex sister-in-law in the hospital. She was in her very last stages of Alzheimers Disease. For the past two years, she was a resident in a nursing home facility and was unable to talk, walk, or feed herself, and it seemed as though she was a vegetable. It was so sad to see her like that. I walked up to her bed and she looked at me as she usually did when I visited her in the nursing home. However, this past year my visits were few and far between. Anyway, I walked up to her bed and it seemed as though she was trying to tell me something and it sounded like she said "hi." A tear ran down her cheek and I wiped it away and gave her a kiss on the forehead. A couple days later, she was gone. This disease for her was definitely "the long goodbye." I never wish death on anyone but when someone is suffering; I am not sorry to see them out of their misery. <br /><br />A lot of times, in an attempt to make it more bearable, I imagine that all of our loved ones who have passed on are up in Heaven having a party and when death takes another soul, he/she goes up and joins the crowd and upon the person's arrival, the others begin to converse with the new comer and discuss how they died. <br /><br />Well enough of this sad post. I just needed to think out loud and remember my sister-in-law who was a very sweet and nice person.Momma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17416916864722865028noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083259377696385837.post-31238373221166032122009-03-08T21:11:00.000-07:002009-03-08T21:47:53.531-07:00LEAVE JASON MESNICK ALONE!I am saddened by all of the negative publicity about Jason Mesnick,from the "Bachelor." In an article I read earlier today, Jason was referred to as "the most hated man". I DO NOT HATE HIM! There are two sides to every story. I saw him when he was rejected on the same program by a bachelorette before he became the bachelor. Jason was deeply hurt and I saw a geninue guy with real feelings. Granted, he did not have to humilate Melissa on the program by dumping her on television, but I feel that he was genuinely sorry for doing so. We don't know what Melissa could have done to show her true colors to make Jason change his mind. He admitted falling in love with both women, but somehow, Melissa must have had another side of her which apparently came out and made Jason see he had made a mistake. EVERYONE MAKES MISTAKES. When Jason cried, I believe it was genuine and I resent comments from people saying he cried like a girl. I saw a man who was genuinely sorry for what he did; that is why he cried. It is not bad for a man to cry. The former bachelor, Andrew Firestone, is no longer with Jen Schefft, the woman he proposed to on his finale in 2003. So Jason found out a lot sooner that they were not compatible, and I agree that it is better that he found out now then make a mistake of marrying Melissa and then finding out too late. Yes, I feel bad for Melissa; we have all been there, but WHAT IS SHE NOT TELLING US! As I say, leave him alone, this is not good for his son, and we all know how much Jason loves his son.Momma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17416916864722865028noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083259377696385837.post-63897643530419438012008-10-19T06:22:00.000-07:002008-10-19T06:35:20.886-07:00Minnesota Fun TimeHello from Minnesota - have been here all weekend; but as usual, when you are having fun, the time just doesn't sit still. <br /><br />We got here early Friday morning (like about 1:30am). It's always so nice to see family, especially when you haven't seen them for months at a time. The other day, we went for a walk; the whole family. This was an attempt to get my son walking at least three times a week. It was a beautiful day and the walk was wonderful. I took pictures all the way to the park and all the way back. On the way back, Mom and Dad decided to have a race to see who could run the fastest. Due to Dad cheating a little bit; he won. They decided to try again and this time, Dad won by a small margin. Dad used to be a champ in cross country relays in high school and made a record. Two years ago, someone broke the record. Now you can see why I want to encourage him to walk; it's because I want him to have good health and be here for a long time.<br /><br />His birthday was last week and I am behind in getting his present; therefore, since I noticed there is a basketball court at the park; I intend to buy him a basketball.Momma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17416916864722865028noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083259377696385837.post-15564989369319116422008-10-05T01:35:00.000-07:002008-10-05T02:14:23.480-07:00"There's a Mouse In the House!It is getting cold and during this time of year you start to get unwanted guests. Last Friday (10-3-08), I was straightening up things in the bedroom. When I started out, I looked across the floor in the living room and saw a mouse running across the floor. I panicked and ran back into the bedroom and shut the door. I was sitting in a chair pondering what to do when a friend (church member) called. I told her about the mouse and she asked me if I wanted her to come over. I immediately said "yes" however my front door was locked. She advised me to go to the front door and unlock it. I reminded her of the mouse out there. She said to make a mad dash through the living room and surely the mouse has probably run somewhere else in the house. I started running toward the door when suddenly the mouse appeared. There is a small couch right there against the wall before you get to the door. I looked up and the mouse came flying straight up from behind the couch. I screamed and ran out the front door. I stood out there at least for ten or more minutes, waiting for my friend to get here. This little mouse was very bold. He would go under the couch and peek out at me, turning his head from one side to the other. That was before I went out the door. I kept looking in and it seemed as though I saw the mouse running back and forth from the couch to the wall across from the couch. Then I began to reason with myself -- "why are you standing outside letting a mouse run you out of your own house, after all is he paying the rent here? However, I continued to wait for my friend. When she arrived, she informed me that she was afraid of mice also. We went into the house; she had a broom, and kept pushing it under the couch, but no mouse. Then she told me to go get some D-Con "rat" killer and put it down; as that would surely kill the mouse. I then went to the mall and got some D-Con mouse and rat killer. There were four little containers, each containing the little green nougets (sp)for the mouse to eat. First I placed one under the couch and three other places in the house. I came in the house, did what I had to do, telling myself that I was going to trust in the Lord that I would not see it again, so far, so good. I have two sons who live here and they both are scared of mice and also my brother (no help there). So far, in trusting the Lord, I haven't seen it; perhaps it got hungry and ate the food I put down for him.Momma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17416916864722865028noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083259377696385837.post-80111768818764151412008-09-24T07:33:00.000-07:002008-09-24T07:46:52.907-07:00Obama's Anger Problem?This morning I came across a news item on the internet that is entitled "Obama's Anger Problem." However, as I began to read it, I was surprised to see that people are complaining about the fact that he does NOT get angry and not only are they are calling this weakness but are calling Obama a wuss among other things. Now they are using this lame excuse for trying to say he could not run this country. I see this as another way to try and sabatoge his campaign. What will they come up with next?<br /><br />Below is the comment I made on the site where I read this ignorance:<br /><br />I'm sorry that people cannot see that someone who does not act like a raving maniac like everyone seems to want him to do, is something other than weakness. I believe that Obama has class and he knows how to carry himself well. I see that as being a strong person because anyone who can put up with the grief he has been getting from all of you without loosing his cool is a very strong person and would be someone we would need to run this country like the sane adult that he is. I think that too many of you are watching too much of the violence on television that is dominating this country and that is sad because that seems to be what is causing a lot of the real violence, killing, etc. It's about time we are able to see and start to appreciate someone who can keep his cool and not act like an animal.Momma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17416916864722865028noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083259377696385837.post-36862478209595352282008-09-22T19:23:00.000-07:002008-09-22T19:44:43.070-07:00TRUSTTonight I went to an Evangelistic meeting put on by my church. When I got home I had a message on my phone mail. It was a young lady who attends my church. She asked me to call and give her my definition of "trust." This is what I said. "Trust," is the art of knowing without a doubt that you can count on something or someone to never let you down. One example that comes to mind is sometimes when I am driving over a bridge, a thought comes to mind, "will this bridge cave in?" I don't stop and go back for fear I won't make it, because my trust in God keeps me going. Trust is not doubting, but knowing.<br /><br />Tag: What is your definition of "Trust?"Momma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17416916864722865028noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083259377696385837.post-7657678672603606442008-09-17T08:23:00.000-07:002008-09-17T08:41:25.150-07:00A SPECIAL BIRTHDAY!Tomorrow September 18, 2008 will be the birthday of a very special person in my life. He is a great basketball player; in fact, he beats his dad all the time. He excels in Karati (sp), in fact, he's an all around athlete. My special person gets pretty much all "A's" at the Christian school he attends; and He loves "Spiderman." Even though he has to be redirected from time to time, gets his dad into trouble, keeps mommy in line, doesn't like to kiss his grandmothers because we are "old and have gray hair," doesn't like to be told he's cute, even though he is a cutie with big pretty eyes that talk, he's a pretty special kid if I have to say so myself. My special little man will be seven-years-old and I wish I could be there to share his birthday with him.<br /> <br />Who is this special young man? <br /><br />HAPPY BIRTHDAY "K," Buck's little son. I LOVE YOU, from Grandma "Momma Bear."Momma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17416916864722865028noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083259377696385837.post-12496010022803524242008-09-09T16:47:00.001-07:002008-09-09T17:04:31.044-07:00Retirement ReviewThings are starting to calm down for now. Hopefully I will get a chance to pretty much get used to not going to work. I do, however, plan to take some courses at a local two-year college, at the beginning of next year just to keep myself updated. Who knows, I may just join the people who went back to working part time just because they couldn't afford to live on their social security check. I am in the process of just trying to figure it out according to my budget.<br /><br />Following is a preview of what I did last week.<br /><br />Sunday - took a neighbor to the emergency room at Lutheran Hospital.<br /><br />Monday - Took my dad to the emergency room at Lutheran Hospital.<br /><br />Tuesday - visited my nephew at Mercy Hospital.<br /><br />Wednesday - visited my nephew at Lutheran Hospital.<br /><br />Thursday - visited my niece at Methodist Hospital.<br /><br />Friday - went to the emergency room at Lutheran Hospital on behalf of my ex-sister-in law.<br /><br />Saturday - went to church -- God is good and is in the healing process.<br /><br />My neighbor and my dad are alright and are back home. My nephew is still in the hospital but things are improving. My niece is still in the hospital as she is pregnant and has been put on bed rest to keep the baby from coming too early. My ex-sister-in-law, who lives in a nursing home with Alzheimers disease did not need to be admitted to the hospital.Momma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17416916864722865028noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083259377696385837.post-18663328923071375602008-09-05T15:47:00.000-07:002008-09-05T16:11:35.631-07:00Why Vote for a Person because of His/her Race or Gender?This is not a hate post by all means; I am just expressing things as I have seen for myself in the early years of my life and had been taught. I was born in 1942 and from what I learned as a child is, when the black man was brought here from Africa, the white man perceived him to be an animal and said they had tails. They were treated worse than animals and not allowed to be educated in any way. It is my opinion that we as African Americans have been looked down on by almost everyone, and in fact, I have seen pets treated more like family/humans and with more love then black people who are human beings with brains,feelings and everything any person of any race has. They were created by God, are very capable of learning interacting as decent respectful human beings and becoming great men and women. In fact I would say that in spite of our horrible origin here in the states, we have immersed, into intellectual, fine and strong human beings. Of course, things are a lot better today.<br /><br />This is a comment I wrote on Brotha Buck’s blog because one of his other commentors seemed to be criticizing him because in one of his previous blog posts, Buck stated he was voting for Obama because he is black.<br /><br />Voting for Obama because he's black to me is a statement that we would like to see a black man win, mainly because he deserves to and not see a black man who is just as capable of running the country as well as any white man/woman can,lose because he's black and he can't possibly win; he's allowed to run to appease him and/or the blacks. <br /><br />To see Obama win would tell me that perhaps the country has seen a black man for what he can do, his good qualities, his professionalism, his capabilities and that he is just as capable of running the country as any one can. Actually, it is good to see some blacks supporting one another and coming together as a race to help a fellow black American. Most Black people have been known not to support each other but rather turn their backs on their own race.<br /><br />I’m sure that many women voted for Hilary because of her being a woman and many people will vote for Palin because she’s a woman.<br /><br />This is a great country and everybody who has been blessed by God to be a citizen should appreciate being here.Momma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17416916864722865028noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083259377696385837.post-68929843119153643322008-08-23T19:37:00.000-07:002008-08-23T19:44:25.375-07:00Grin and Bear It?I am just venting again. I know the Bible says that “whosoever shall smite thee on thy right cheek, turn to him the other also". Matthew 5:39. I am a Seventh Day Adventist Christian; therefore, I attend church on Saturdays. <br /><br />For the past 18 or 19 years, I have been teaching the Cradle Roll class (children, age 0-6) during our Sabbath School time (like Sunday School). This year I gave it up and let another member take the class. She is relatively new to our church and was a Cradle Roll Sabbath School Teacher in her former church. She has accepted many positions in the church; therefore, she keeps busy. I am in an adult class now and am the secretary. A while back, the current teacher and the pastor asked if anyone would be willing to help her out from time to time if the need came up, and I volunteered to do it. However, during the past couple of months, I have come to Sabbath School at least five times only to learn that I needed to teach her class because she was not there. I don’t mind doing it, but it unnerves me when I’m not told before hand; therefore, when I go to teach the class, I have no idea what the curriculum is and where her lessons are. Last week when I arrived, there was another member teaching her class. When I arrived today, again I was informed that the teacher was not there and again I had to take her class without any lessons, etc. When I asked the other member if she had been asked to teach the class last week, she said “no.” I shared with her my dilemma and she told me to just come prepared, meaning don’t complain, just be ready to do it. I then felt guilty for being upset about it.<br /><br />I am also the Assistant Adventist Youth (AY) Leader and twice a month, the AY leader and I are responsible for doing the program. I contacted the youth leader earlier today and asked her if she had anything planned for today’s program and she told me no, so I told her I had something in place for us. She told me to type it out, bring it and get copies for her so she could follow along. I worked all afternoon on the program which I had planned a few weeks before and shared my ideas with her. I went to church and got there a half hour early so I could set up for my program. When I went up front to start the program with songs, the AY Leader came in and informed me that they had planned another program this afternoon and asked if we could do mine on another day. I became frustrated and told her okay; therefore, we took down the items I had for my program. I was upset for a while but then decided to let go because I would feel guilty about being frustrated about it and she had been understanding on a few times when I was unable to make it for the program; however, I always checked it out with her and asked if it was okay if I had to miss because I needed to watch my grandson and she would tell me not to worry about it. The communication in our church is not good at all. Sometimes I now wonder if I am supposed to be upset when things like this happens because I am always made to feel guilty by others when I so get frustrated.Momma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17416916864722865028noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083259377696385837.post-85147441161886782922008-07-18T08:09:00.000-07:002008-07-18T08:29:21.962-07:00THE FUNNIEST SENIOR MOMENT EVER!My dad's birthday is today and my number 3 son's was yesterday. I got daddy's mixed up and had him thinking his birthday was yesterday, because for some reason I thought the same thing. I called him up; sang happy birthday to him and throughout the day I called and wished him a happy birthday. My brother and I had given him his present early. Anyhow I woke up this morning and realized that today is the 18th of July and not yesterday; therefore, I must call and inform daddy that I got it mixed up and he will have to put up with me celebrating his birthday again today. What makes it so bad, number 3 son's birthday was yesterday and I was celebrating his also. I called him and sang him the birthday song, etc., not realizing I was celebrating two birthdays on the same day. Number 3 son was born on July 17th and daddy, July 18th.<br /><br />After sharing this with a couple of my friends, read what they had to say:<br /><br />"It must be something about retirement. I thought all day yesterday that it was Wednesday until last evening when I asked Cindi a question about Thursday, She corrected me on the day and then I realized that I was supposed to be at a meeting. Needless to say, I missed the meeting......."<br /><br />"It’s OK. I went a whole year thinking I was a year older than I actually was. My daddy’s birthday was yesterday also." (And this one is not retired yet).Momma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17416916864722865028noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083259377696385837.post-61851467181506236082008-07-10T18:29:00.000-07:002008-07-10T18:42:55.480-07:00I AM OFFICIALLY RETIRED - WHOA WHOAFriends and family members keep asking me if I am sad; you see, I have been on the same job for 25 years. "Are you kidding?" is my reply. No, I am not sad. My retirement party is tomorrow and I believe the only tears shed by me will be of joy. Thank the Lord he let me live and work as long as I have. Today I walked two miles at the lake in the hot sun. No more of that -- I will go in the morning when it is cooler. Everyone keeps telling me I will be bored. Not I said the fly. By the Grace of God, I have plans of what I will do and hopefully I will get to do it. There are a lot of things I need to do around the house and that will take some time, such as painting the back porch and bathroom; clearing out my attic closet, scrapbooking, having lunch with friends, spending time with my 87 year old dad and appreciating him while I can and also an elderly friend that I have, enhance my church duties and definitely spend more time with the Lord, take some courses, visit the wellness center a couple times a week, house work, garage sales, going to visit my grandchildren, spending more time in the yard, and many other things. I may be retired from work but I'm not retired from living yet. The Lord is good and I thank him for allowing me to live long enough to retire and prayerfully enough time to enjoy my retirement and to get closer to Him.Momma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17416916864722865028noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083259377696385837.post-1932615367306346842008-06-26T17:53:00.000-07:002008-06-26T18:01:32.916-07:00SO MANY EXCITING THINGS HAPPENING!Guess where I am -- Clear Water, Florida -- yea, yea, yea. I am visiting here with my number two son and his family, then we will go to Orlando and catch up Number one son and family for a very fun vacation. Haven't seen number one son and his family for two years and I am anxious to meet up with them. THANK YOU JESUS -- he has been sooo good; watching over us, helping us to have traveling mercies the two days it took to get us here. I have never seen anything so beautiful as the sites I've seen here, except when we went on our cruise. If someone had told me perhaps ten years or more ago that I would fly in a plane, go on a cruise and/or even go to Florida, I would have said "no, it will never happen" so as I always say; never say never. The Lord is good, his mercy is everlasting and his truth endureth to all generations!!!!!Momma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17416916864722865028noreply@blogger.com3