And When Richard Sneezes....

Motivational Posters.......

Oh, CeCe........

You never fail to crack me up!

Love you, girl!

Redneck "Rib" Art.......

New Government Element Found!

Governmentium (Gv)

Science lesson for today.

Study of recent hurricane and gasoline issues have proved the existence of a new chemical element.

A major research institution has recently announced

the discovery of the heaviest element yet known to science.

The new element has been named

"Governmentium."

Governmentium (Gv)

--it has one neutron, 25 assistantant neutrons,

88 deputy neutrons,

and 198 assistant deputy neutrons,

giving it an atomic mass of 312.

These 312 particles are held together by forces called morons,

are surrounded by vast quantities of lepton-like
particles called peons.

Governmentium

is inert.

However,

it can be detected,

because it impedes every reaction with which it comes into contact wth.

A minute amount of

Governmentium

cause a reaction that would normally take less than a second to take over,

yet,
takes four days to complete.

Governmentium

has a normal half-life of four years;

it does not decay, but instead undergoes a reorganization

in which a portion of the assistant neutrons and deputy neutrons
exchange places.

In fact,

Governmentium's

mass will actually increase over time,

since each reorganization will
cause more morons to become neutrons, forming isodopes.

This characteristic of moron promotion leads some scientists to believe that

Governmentium

is formed whenever morons reach a critical concentration.

This hypothetical quantity is referred to as

Critical Morass.

When catalyzed with money,

Governmentium

becomes

Administratium (Am)

-- an element which radiates just as
much energy as

Governmentium,

since it has half as many peons but twice as many morons.

Sage Advice....

{{{{I digress}}}}

Tale of the Garbage Truck

One day I hopped in a taxi and we took off for the airport .

We were driving in the right lane when suddenly a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us.

My taxi driver slammed on his breaks, skidded, and missed the other car by just inches!

The driver of the other car whipped his head around and started yelling at us.

My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy.

And I mean, he was really friendly.

So I asked, 'Why did you just do that?

This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!'

This is when my taxi driver taught me what I now call,

'The Law of the Garbage Truck.'

He explained that many people are like garbage trucks.

They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment.

As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and sometimes they'll dump it on you.

Don't take it personally.

Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on.

Don't take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home, or on the streets.

The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day.

Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets,

so.....

'Love the people who treat you right.

Pray for the ones who don't.'

Global Incident Map....

Now, this is what I call,

INTERESTING!

Thanks Jack!

http://www.globalincidentmap.com/home.php

When you click on the link above,

a World Map

comes up showing what strange and dangerous things

are happening right now in every country

in the entire world

and is updated every few minutes.

You can move the map around,

zero in on anyone area and actually up-load the story of what is going on.

It is amazing when you can see the things that are happening

right here in the

United States of America.

Possibly, right in your own state or even your city!

Global Incident Map:

There is a lot happening in our world every minute.

This 'map' updates every 300 seconds...

constantly 24/7.

Ta Da!

Enjoy!

Flea Market - Montgomery

Click "pause" on my playlist.

Oh, Jiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?

Sometimes.........

It just ticks me off when...

My music is interrupted!

It seems that my not-so-new,

"girlfriend-in-law"
has managed to infultrate my blog.

~Cool~

I "dig" smart-ish people!
I so respect that since I also "illegally" entered her MySpace page

and consumed all of her ignorant, yet useful, documentation

of her daily, and in total detail (gross),
affair with my husband.

So this is what I have to say to you,

Nicole:

Dah'ling.......
Please create yourself a Google profile,
an honest one,
and join the bunch.

We are like family here so.....
I welcome you.
I have prayed for you and your husband and your children,
more than you can imagine!

Personally,
I have known,
since I found out "who" you really were,
two weeks ago,
that you would not put up with his low life,
bottom feeding ass,
for too long.

Welcome back to society!

And good luck with your "Tubiligation Reversal" on March 31, 2008.
(Although, you probably shouldn't screw other men, especially married ones, after that....)

Watch your moves while you are visiting here though.......
I'll be watching you.......as usual.

I am older and I am wiser and I am certianly much more beautiful than you.

Inside and Out.

{{{{{{Ouch, I know that hurts,

but hey,

Zsa Zsa..........

no pain, no gain, right?}}}}}}

Welcome here,

Nicole,

and do not be ashamed of where you went...........
I've been there too
and I forgive you.

Me

Find The Time To View This.....please.

About this Talk - if the video doesn't work, click on any link.

As she accepts her 2008 TED Prize, author and scholar Karen Armstrong talks about how the Abrahamic religions -- Islam, Judaism, Christianity -- have been diverted from the moral purpose they share to foster compassion. But Armstrong has seen a yearning to change this fact. People want to be religious, she says; we should act to help make religion a force for harmony. She asks the TED community to help her build a Charter for Compassion

-- to help restore the Golden Rule as the central global religious doctrine.

Just Getting Along?

by Jon Walker

“Now, dear brothers and sisters, I appeal to you by the authority of the Lord Jesus Christ to stop arguing among yourselves. Let there be real harmony so there won't be divisions in the church. I plead with you to be of one mind, united in thought and purpose.”

1 Corinthians 1:10 (NLT)

The Bible doesn’t tell us to just get along with other believers. Even the worst of enemies can bury their differences for a short time and be cordial toward one another for a mutual goal or benefit.
But God calls us to a higher standard: “Make me truly happy by agreeing wholeheartedly with each other, loving one another, and working together with one heart and purpose.”

Philippians 2:2 (NLT)

Our testimonies are validated by how we get along with other believers – that is, how we get along with each other in our congregations, our small groups, our choir rehearsals, our deacon/elder meetings, even our families. Jesus said, “This is how everyone will recognize that you are my disciples — when they see the love you have for each other.”

John 13:35 (MSG)

Yet, love doesn’t look very lovable when it’s accompanied by arguments and disputes and constant fighting. This is perhaps the hardest aspect of genuine Christian fellowship – because conflicts arise every time people are thrown together. Even a man and a woman who vow to love one another until separated by death can’t always see eye-to-eye. It’s understandable, then, when a group of people who have nothing in common but Jesus find it difficult to agree with one another all the time.
Our ability to get along with other believers simply won’t come from our human efforts, no matter how well intentioned, and it won’t come from continual compromises. Here’s the reason why – the church is a body!
The Bible calls the church a body of believers, but the funny thing about this body is every organ has a mind of its own. Yet, the human body is ruled by a single mind.
And so is the church, where the single mind that rules is Jesus, who is the Head of the church.

As with the human body, the desires of each individual organ, in the final analysis, don’t matter. It is only the desires of Jesus that count.
What does this mean?

· Listen to your Head – If the left leg wants to walk and the right leg wants to run, it’s the head that decides what they will do. In the body of Christ, Jesus is the Head. Take your conflicts and disagreements to Jesus – and then do what he tells you to do, even if you don’t agree.
· Agree on this one thing – We may have differing opinions, but on this one thing we must all agree: the only opinion that matters is the Lord’s. The cure for arguments and disputes that have infected the body is for all the parts – each of us – to submit to the will of Jesus Christ. (James 4:7)
· Question to consider – Has God brought to mind someone with whom you need to work out some differences? Instead of trying to make the other person agree with you, tell God that you will agree with him. If God so leads, tell those on the other side of a conflict or dispute that you are willing to submit to the will of Jesus and encourage them to do the same.

© 2008 Purpose Driven Life.

All rights reserved.

Pastor Jon Walker is a writer for

http://www.gracecreates.com/

Only In Mississippi....

....Can you pull in front of someone's home and be greeted by a turkey,

in full strut,

during

Turkey Season!

Just don't even ask.........

lol

Magical.....

I was in the middle of Nowhere, Mississippi, taking photographs for a website relating to the Hunting Industry when I crept through the trees, just beyond its line and stepped into this magnificent area. Standing there, in all of it's superiority and grace, was this tree! I'm guessing it to be at least, if not well over, 500 years old. I say this in comparison to the same type of trees back home on our property that are known to be 100 - 125 years old. This photograph does not do this tree justice in showing you it's size. Photographing its limbs required me to back into the wood line and arch backwards!

It sits, perfectly, and untouched in a rounded out clearing in the middle of the woods, in the middle of no where! I gasped for breath upon stepping into this circle. Oh, and the moon was full on this particular evening and as I left the property, I glanced into the wood line and with the full moon directly over it......it was visible through the trees seemingly, glowing.

WOW!

The Believing Eye of MO.........

IN THE BEGINNING......

There was Mo.......

Just an intro...let me say this.......

Mo is a photographer and videographer by trade at present. He is also a retired band director of 27 years. Yes, he still practices his trade and love as a musician from time to time, but spends more time with his camera and his computer these days.



"....I was introducted here by Liquid and appreciate her help and support. I admire her photographic work and envy her wonderful eye for detail. Hopefully, I will be able to learn from some of her examples and many more in the most interesting world of blogging... "


"Be patient as I attempt to figure out all the stuff this sofware and site will do...and I will welcome any help to make this an easier transition."


Mo

Happy Easter Everyone!

Carry the joy of the resurrection with you throughout the year.

In John 20:15~

When Jesus finds Mary Magdalene crying at the door of the tomb and says to her, "Woman, why are you weeping?" In that moment, Jesus isn't asking a rhetorical question. He wants to know why we worry and sob and fret when hope is underneath everything, if we could just tap into it. Easter is about liberation. The celebration of the resurrection is a chance for us to say, "Yes, Jesus, I believe," and in so doing, grab the hope that is already there.

By Therese Borchard

The resurrection gives my life meaning and direction and the opportunity to start over no matter what my circumstances.

-Robert Flatt

David Sides - "Clocks"

"MY" QUOTE.....

Dah'ling.....Don't get even!

Get everything!

~Ivana Trump

Oh Yeah!....................It was ALL MINE to begin with !

I'd just like to point out,

that IVANA always TRUMPS

Zsa Zsa!

{{{{{{he he he he he he he he he he he he he he he}}}}}

"HER" Quote....

I never hated a man enough to give him back his diamonds.

~Zsa Zsa Gabor

New Gas Sign....

"The Liar's Diary", by Patry Francis

Look what I recieved in the mail!

I won a book through RDL's blog,

WHEN I GROW UP

I love gifts and wow, is this book a great gift!

****************

From Litpark:

If you already know Patry Francis , I don't need to tell you what a wise and generous writer she is. If you don't know her yet, take a trip over to her blog, Simply Wait where she writes about her life with inspiring, unsentimental candor.

Patry is one of the pillars in the writers community, who knows the long haul of writing a book and taking those rejections and reworking the book and knocking on doors - and somehow, even experiencing these blows, she manages to show grace and compassion and joy. One of the best thrills I know is to see folks who are both great writers and great souls get their breaks in the business. So when it happens to someone you love, someone you've been rooting for, and during the time of celebration, you find out they got diagnosed with cancer ,what do you do?

If we could cure her, we would. We have to leave that to the doctors. But can we take up the job of promoting her book so she can focus on getting better? Yes, we can!

Litpark loves Patry Francis.

This is where you come in! On January 29th THE LIAR'S DIARY was released in paperback.

I highly recommend you puchase a copy of this book to enjoy for yourself

and it is also one of those books you'll want to gift to a friend!

So buy two or three copies!

Earth Fur....

"HOODAVILLE"

It just does not get any better than this!

Can you believe it?

They even have a

"Liquid Log"

throne

jus for me!

I like this place!

:)-

Catfish are jumpin' and White Perch are beddin'.

There are even "little" ways to play in the mud.

Now this one,

um,

I'm gonna have to ask questions about,

at a later date.

Till then,

Let's just use our imaginations!

Now, if you have things you don't want wild animals or wild friends to play with,

be sure to keep them safe!

13 barrels of beer in the woods, 13 barrels of beer.

Take one down, pass it around,

12 more barrels of beer in the woods.

Ya'll sing along now....!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Beer Fights Cancer

Researchers are always looking for the magic bullet to kill cancer, and now they may have found it in a surprising place — a glass of beer! (Who knew?) It turns out that hops, which is the flavor component of beer, contains a cancer-fighting compound called xanthohumol.
Story continues below . . .

Xanthohumol turns out to be toxic to several kinds of human cancer, including prostate, ovarian, breast, and colon. Further, it inhibits enzymes that can activate the development of cancer, and also helps detoxify carcinogens. It even seems to slow down tumor growth in the early stages. Scientists are trying to produce hops that contain even more xanthohumol, and the Germans are racing to develop a “health” beer.
But wait — there’s more! Other compounds in hops are potent phytoestrogens which may help with post-menopausal hot flashes and also prevent osteoporosis.
Beers that provide the most benefits contain the most hops, and include strong brews such as ale, stout, and porter. In general, the darker the beer, the better. For those who can’t stand beer, herbal supplements made from hops contain the highest concentrations of beneficial elements.

Thank you Wixy,

for this insight!

There is only ONE way to get around when you're hangin' out at the creek.

And that is in

SOUTHERN Japanese STYLE!

Daytime Moon......

This was the moon above my home on Saturday, March 16th.

I just love this time of year when you can still bask in the sun's warmth and look up to see the magic that the moon is about to spread all over you.

About Me.......

1.WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?
Yes, I was named after a Gypsy Princess, Susannah,
who lived to be 104 years old,
here in Meridian, Mississippi.
2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?
Um, like, an hour ago.
3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?
Yes, I do.
4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?
Funch - Jerky.
5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?
Nope.
No baby goats.
But I do have children!
6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?
Absolutely.......... But I probably wouldn't see me a lot.
7. DO YOU USE SARCASM ALOT?
No, but I do use it a lot!
8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS?
Lemme' check.......nope.
9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?
I am a skydiver.........whadda' YOU think?
10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL?
Cap'n Crunch mixed with CoaCoa Puffs.
I call it Cap'n Puffs!
11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?
I do not own shoes that require, untying.
{{{Hellllllllllo?}}}
12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG?
Some days.........uh........
Matrix Barbie, in da' house!
13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM?
The kind in a bowl that one of my children have made and decorated for me.
14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?
Smile (specifically, teeth) and shoes.
{{{{{Or lack, thereof........}}}}}
15. RED OR PINK?
Magenta.
16. WHAT IS THE THING THAT YOU LIKE LEAST ABOUT YOURSELF?
My choice in men.
17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST?
Me.
18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU?
Nahhhhhhhh.......I'm late on this little party train
so those who I love to visit
have already done this meme.
I've been ridin' the "short bus" lately.
19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING?
Black skirt and black Prada heels.
{{{Just returned from a meeting with ONE of my attorney's}}}
20. HAVE YOU EVER RE-GIFTED?
I try to do so ........ daily.
21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?
My stomach growl.
22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?
Um, the one lying on the conference table with 14 people surrounding me,
trying to decide what I should be named.
23. FAVORITE SMELLS?
Patchouli and the air after it rains in the summer.
24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?
Hedy.
25. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU?
I copied and pasted from RDL........we were separated at birth,
we were twins, ya' know?
Heck yeah....I dig this chick!
26. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH?
Men's tennis.
*sigh*
27. HAIR COLOR?
Today?
28. EYE COLOR ?
Hazel
29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?
Nope.
Not yet.
30. FAVORITE FOOD?
Turnip greens, cheese crab meat won-tons and fried green tomatoes.
31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS ?
Both. In that exact order.
32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?
"Blades of Glory"
My side still hurts!
33. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING?
White DKNY button down with funky cuffs.
34. SUMMER OR WINTER?
Spring and Autumn.
35. HUGS OR KISSES?
Depends on who is on the opposite end.
36. FAVORITE DESSERT?
Red Velvet, Armadillo, cake.
37. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND?
Dunno...
38. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND?
Sadam Hussain
39. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW?
"The Liar's Diary", by Patry Francis and "Liquidplastic", by Amias.
40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?
It is actually a book titled, "Thunder At Meridian".
41. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON T.V. LAST NIGHT?
"Paranormal State" on the A&E channel.
I am a ghost hunter, ya' know?
42. FAVORITE SOUND?
A lawn mower.
43. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES?
Beatles crawling upon Rolling Stones.
44. WHAT IS THE FURTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME?
South Africa.
45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT?
Why? Is there an audition I am not aware of?
46. WHERE WERE YOU BORN?
Beneath a rose bush.

The Picnic.....

A Jewish Rabbi and a Catholic Priest met at the town's annual 4th of July picnic.

Old friends, they began their usual banter.

"This baked ham is really delicious,"

the priest teased the rabbi.

"You really ought to try it.

I know it's against your religion, but I can't understand why such a wonderful food

should be forbidden!

You don't know what you're missing.

You just haven't lived until you've tried Mrs. Hall's prized Virginia Baked Ham.

Tell me, Rabbi, when are you going to break down and try it?

"The rabbi looked at the priest with a big grin, and said,

"At your wedding."

MISSISSIPPI MUD PIE

I highly recommend you visit this blog!

Not only is she a Mississippi gal, but I find her blog, well,

"fun".

Enjoy!

Screw That.....

Indecision, may, or may not be, my most sincere issue.

I just cannot decide.

But I refuse to run away from here and stick my head in sand that I cannot even find!

I am me.

I am here.

And, I am bigger and better than the crap that is going on in my life.

I am Blogger, so, hear me ROAR!

Dad'gummit!

Love me,

or leave me.

Your choice.

If I get yucky, well, then, YOU choose whether or not YOU want to revisit me.

This, I can handle.

Love you each and thanks for your patience and understanding right now.

When the final day comes for my divorce, I am gonna' throw

one heck of an online party!

Looking for a caterer, on Google, right now!

Any special requests for menu items?

*******************

Wixy, I am putting you in charge of the chicken.

Amias, please tell me you can cook greens.

And put Robert in a duffle bag and bring him too.

I know CPR if he needs it upon arrival.

RDL, you are in charge of the wine.

Oh, and bring Patry with you.

Train tickets will be awaiting you (both) at the station.

Tassy, I need you to make name cards for everyone.

Chelle, you are in charge of security.

No drugs allowed.

:)

Sandy, I need you to do a write up for the festivities.

Mo, you are in charge of photographs.

Leigh, I need you to help me make lists of things to do, in order.

Ron, you just need to show up, lookin' good!

'Cause that's what Cabana Boys do.

:)-

Big Guns, um, I need a body guard for the event.

{{{{{{sincker}}}}}}

Stacie the Peanut Queen, please attend and bring Memphis Steve with you.

Bella, you're in charge of the hospitality and lip gloss.

:)

Frassy, please bring colored powder to mix with water so we can throw

it on each other.

Martha, Cliff may need help bringing all that chicken.

Mother Dear, bring the precious "little one" with you.

Jon, I will need floral's from your garden.

Stephanie, you're in charge of games.

Nickbadway, bring the family.

Kasper794, I need you to come up with some fun surveys for us to par-take in.

Sindi, I am sending the big helicopter for you and Michelle.
Ya'll will be in charge of the pets.....so, bring 'em all!

Wendy, you bring your motorcycle!

I have helments for everyone.


Struke, I need you to bring Wixy and Martha in your Prius.
Oh, and please pick up Bella,

when you hit Alabama!

Greg and Ronna, ya'll just come home....and bring Maddy!

Bear, you are in charge of the movies!

Aimee, I'll pick you up!

Warren, bring some snowballs from Canada,

so we can cool off with flavored snowcones.

Jack, you are in charge of the music and video.

:)

Amel, you are in charge of the Indo/Chinese food.

Yum!

Jessica, you bring us the bird food, please.

Diamond, you are the designated water girl.

I (we in the South) need as much as we can get!

So........

I think that's pretty much it.

I'll let you know if there is something I have left out after Leigh helps me with my list.

{{{{Oh, Leeeeeeeeeeeeeigh?}}}}


Many
Kisses~

Me

My 1000th Post....

I know this should be celebration of sorts

But this is

is my LAST post.

Who'd a thunk?

My blog will be up for 24 more hours then I am shutting down.

My Mother always told and taught me that ...

"If you have nothing nice to say....say nothing at all."

..........

"Bitter, party of one, your table is ready!"

This is where I am at.

I have no nice thoughts nor nice words,

So....

I am Over and Out

for now.

My love and respect for each of you

overpowers the hell my life has become.

So,

I'm done here.

When my personal drama is over,

I shall return.

Till then,

Know that I love and miss you each.

If you have time to spare,

please pray for me and my family.

And for my (hopefully) soon to be ex-husband and his consorts.

Thank you each and all for everything you have given me.

That is your time, love, prayers, honor and respect.

I apologize for "wimping out"

but I am struggling right now

to just put one foot in front of the other.

I love you each,oh, so much.

~Me

St. Peter and HMO....

Two doctors and an HMO manager died and lined up at the pearly gates for admission to heaven.
St. Peter asked them to identify themselves.

One doctor stepped forward and said,
"I was a Pediatric spine surgeon and helped kids overcome their deformities."
St. Peter said, "You may enter."

The second doctor said,
"I was a psychiatrist.
I helped people rehabilitate themselves."

St. Peter invited him into heaven, too.

The third applicant stepped forward and said,
"I was an HMO manager.
I helped people get cost-effective health care."

St. Peter said,
"You can come in also."

But as the HMO manager walked by,
St. Peter added,
"You may stay for three days.

After that you know where you can go..."

Sunset Chasers....

Greenville, Mississippi

Paht'nas......

Do Not Drop Dumb Bells....

Boom....Boom

Dem' Guns...

Ouch.....

Harrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrd Core....

When....

Big Guns

says,

"more"

Like

NIKE

you

just do it!

Da Do Ron Ron.........

There are NO words....

Big Guns....

OK

Need I say more?

HUGS....

OK

So I spent the better part of today laughing at myself.

Yeah, I've been pampered beyond belief for the last week at my girlfriend Leigh's.

I can no longer type with my new nails.

I have re-hit parts of mysef with a razor that I haven't even looked at in months.

{{{{giggles}}}]

I am drinking water like there is no drought in the Southern part of the United States.

I did 50 sit ups for NO reason at all.

I walked to get the mail without a bullet proof vest.

Then I walked the remainder of my drive way with my chin up.

I doused myself with lotion and SPF moisturizer to protect my new tan.

I did not blog until 9:29 p.m.

Nor did I even check my email until 9:00 p.m.

AND

I DID NOT EAT BREAD.

So there you have it.

Oh Dear Lord.....

I love the new me!

I just adore Leigh and Ron, and now have visual proof that there is a possible balance

in that thing I used to know of romance.

They are both very strong, successful and wonderful individuals.

They, along with the satirical humor of Stephanie and the beautiful, believing eye of Mo,

They each helped me shed not only layers of yuck, skin, water gain, anger, sadness, stress and YEARS.....

but gave me back,

the chick

I remember as being...

Me!

As you each know.........I believe in the angels that walk this earth.

Leigh, Ron, Stephanie and Mo.........

I do love you each,

SO!

Testing My New Wings....

Thanks Mo!

I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes.

I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean,

hungrily appraising a basket of freshly picked green peas.

I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas.

I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes.

Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation

between Mr. Miller (the store owner)

and the ragged boy next to me.

'Hello Barry, how are you today?'

'H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya.

Jus' admirin' them peas.

They sure look good.'

'They are good, Barry.

How's your Ma?'

'Fine. Gitti n' stronger alla' time.'

'Good. Anything I can help you with?'

'No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas.'

'Would you like to take some home?' asked Mr. Miller.

'No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with.'

'Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?'

'All I got's my prize marble here.'

'Is that right? Let me see it' said Miller. '

Here 'tis. She's a dandy.'

'I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red.

Do you have a red one like this at home?' the store owner asked.

'Not zackley but almost.'

'Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way

let me look at that red marble'. Mr. Miller told the boy.

'Sure will.

Thanks Mr. Miller.'

Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me.

With a smile she said, 'There are two other boys like him in our community,

all three are in very poor circumstances .

Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever.

When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do,

he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home

with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one,

when they come on their next trip to the store.'

I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man.

A short time later I moved to Miami,

but I never forgot the story of this man,

the boys,

and their bartering for marbles.

Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one.

Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community

and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died.

They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go,

I agreed to accompany them.

Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased

and to offer whatever words of comfort we could.

Ahead of us in line were three young men.

One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts,

dark suits and white shirts...all very professional looking.

They approached Mrs. Miller,

standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket.

Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek,

spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket.

Her misty light blue eyes followed them as,

one by one,

each young man stopped briefly

and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket.

Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.

Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller.

I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago

and what she had told me about her husband's bartering for marbles.

With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket.

'Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about....

They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim 'traded' them....

Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size....

they came to pay their debt.'

'We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,'

she confided,

'but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho.'

With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband.

Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.

The Moral:

We will not be remembered by our words,

but by our kind deeds.

IT'S NOT WHAT YOU GATHER,

BUT WHAT YOU SCATTER THAT TELLS

WHAT KIND OF LIFE YOU HAVE LIVED.

And I Quote.....

"...YOU CAN HAVE THIS WORLD FOLKS

THAT'S JUST FINE,

WHEN I SHED THIS SKIN

I'M GONNA SHINE..."

~The Scribe

In Loving Memory....

Richard Feightner

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