Cj has said many things lately that I must record, before I get old and my memory goes. As you know, brain function starts to deteriate after the age of 30, and so I have to be careful. It is the fluid intelligence that is the first to go, and judging from current conditions, I would say that the definition of "fluid intelligence" is the part of the brain that makes you remember where you placed your keys. Anyway, I need to get this stuff down before I start losing more than just the key placement part of my brain function.
Written July 3, 2008
Last week, after Bible School, my dad put his feet up. Nice for him, not so nice for the rest of us, because that involved taking off his shoes. And his socks. Sorry, Dad, just not that pleasant.
Cj, to Dad- You need to go to a Doctor!
Dad- Why?
Cj- You feet fat.
Also, Sunday Cj informed us that not only Aunt Bekah, but he, too, "Had a baby in his tummy." After a little prodding for him to tell us more about his baby in his tummy, we have learned that the baby is a girl, and is going to be named Tabby, sound familiar? Anyway, last night he told Aunt Bekah that his tummy sticks out like hers, then he pushed his tummy out as far as it would go and padded it like the cute, little, pregnant boy that he is. He told Aunt Bekah, when his baby comes out she could play with it. Then he put his hand on his tummy and said, "Oh, look, it's wiggling".
Yesterday, when we were in Mulberry visiting with all the visitors, Cj started lying. He said, "I have to go upstairs" (A place he isn't allowed to go by himself at Grandma's house). I said, "No, you don't." He said he must go and got quite exasperated with me, I might add, because Grandma was "crying" for him to "bring her a glass of milk". Yeah, that was a total out-and-out lie. Then he headed straight for the stairs. When Mary caught him and stopped him he told her that Mommy told him he could go up. Another lie. So Mary gave him a little talking to about what lying was and then asked, "Do you know what happens when little boys lie? They have to look at the wall." Right away, Calvin said, "I'm Sorry-And that is NOT a lie."
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Marie Antoinette
Written August 8, 2008
I just got done reading a bio on Marie Antoinette, and I gotta say, that women was not a good person at all! That's not so say that she deserved the hacking off of her head, but read through that part of the book if you want to have vomit come up in your mouth.
Meanwhile, all those people of the revolution where in France were just completely crazy! Maybe that is what happens after you are starving for long enough...who knows. Anyway, I think it is pretty safe to say that Marie Antoinette had no morals, was completely selfish, and totally stupid. Apparently, she couldn't even spell her own name when she went to sign her marriage contract, and her handwriting was so bad she couldn't write without leaving a huge ink blot. Now, in her defense, they didn't have spell check back then, which I need, but not for my own name.. Also, I am sure it wasn't too easy to write with those big, weird, feather things they used to use. The being uneducated at her wedding wasn't her fault. Poor girl was only 14 and her Mom did not spend time concerning herself with Marie Antoinette's schooling because she was so far down the line in the birth order. Her mother never figured that Marie would be valuable, as far as, making a really good, profitable marriage contract for their country in her future, so of course, she had no need for an education. However, Marie Antoinette staying stupid was her own fault because she could have spent a little bit of time learning about politics, the state of affairs of the people of her new country, maybe reading a book with some informational worth (rather than dirty romance novels that she enjoyed), and maybe a little less time partying. Apparently she used to stay out all night at parties, balls, and gambling, and sleep all day, causing her Mother's spy to write letters of complaint.
The book talked about how she loved to spend time with kids, and often used her own money to help orphans. Still that did not redeem her in my mind, and it didn't make her a good queen. First off, playing with kids is fun, especially when you get married at 14, (she was actually a kid herself, duh). And the little money she spent helping orphans, most likely was to ease her conscience while she spent LOADS of money on herself; doing things like; buying herself 200 new outfits a year, building a theater so that she could act in it herself, rebuilding the gardens at Triaon (and I am not talking about like just a little landscaping either, I mean like fountains, chapels, buildings, rivers, etc), redesigning her suite at Versailles, and ordering all kinds of new furniture. Not to mention, losing $136,000-in today's $ after gambling for 36 hours straight. Yeah, just for example! Meanwhile, the people of her country were pawning their clothes, in the winter- an especially cold winter due to an El Nina-according to modern day scientists- in order to buy bread- which I might add, the nobility was gouging the price of.
If I ever get my time machine up an running, visiting Marie Antoinette will not be on my list of things to do with it!
I just got done reading a bio on Marie Antoinette, and I gotta say, that women was not a good person at all! That's not so say that she deserved the hacking off of her head, but read through that part of the book if you want to have vomit come up in your mouth.
Meanwhile, all those people of the revolution where in France were just completely crazy! Maybe that is what happens after you are starving for long enough...who knows. Anyway, I think it is pretty safe to say that Marie Antoinette had no morals, was completely selfish, and totally stupid. Apparently, she couldn't even spell her own name when she went to sign her marriage contract, and her handwriting was so bad she couldn't write without leaving a huge ink blot. Now, in her defense, they didn't have spell check back then, which I need, but not for my own name.. Also, I am sure it wasn't too easy to write with those big, weird, feather things they used to use. The being uneducated at her wedding wasn't her fault. Poor girl was only 14 and her Mom did not spend time concerning herself with Marie Antoinette's schooling because she was so far down the line in the birth order. Her mother never figured that Marie would be valuable, as far as, making a really good, profitable marriage contract for their country in her future, so of course, she had no need for an education. However, Marie Antoinette staying stupid was her own fault because she could have spent a little bit of time learning about politics, the state of affairs of the people of her new country, maybe reading a book with some informational worth (rather than dirty romance novels that she enjoyed), and maybe a little less time partying. Apparently she used to stay out all night at parties, balls, and gambling, and sleep all day, causing her Mother's spy to write letters of complaint.
The book talked about how she loved to spend time with kids, and often used her own money to help orphans. Still that did not redeem her in my mind, and it didn't make her a good queen. First off, playing with kids is fun, especially when you get married at 14, (she was actually a kid herself, duh). And the little money she spent helping orphans, most likely was to ease her conscience while she spent LOADS of money on herself; doing things like; buying herself 200 new outfits a year, building a theater so that she could act in it herself, rebuilding the gardens at Triaon (and I am not talking about like just a little landscaping either, I mean like fountains, chapels, buildings, rivers, etc), redesigning her suite at Versailles, and ordering all kinds of new furniture. Not to mention, losing $136,000-in today's $ after gambling for 36 hours straight. Yeah, just for example! Meanwhile, the people of her country were pawning their clothes, in the winter- an especially cold winter due to an El Nina-according to modern day scientists- in order to buy bread- which I might add, the nobility was gouging the price of.
If I ever get my time machine up an running, visiting Marie Antoinette will not be on my list of things to do with it!
Cj's Doll
Written September 5, 2008
In my living room I have a set of wooden doll furniture, pillows, and stuff dolls displayed. Among the decorations sits, what has become Cj's doll. It wasn't orginally Cj's doll, it was this pretty doll in a long white flowing dress with a white lacy hat. It now wears a striped outfit that used to be Cj's when he was a baby. It is nearly bald from Cj carrying around the house by the hair.
In my living room I have a set of wooden doll furniture, pillows, and stuff dolls displayed. Among the decorations sits, what has become Cj's doll. It wasn't orginally Cj's doll, it was this pretty doll in a long white flowing dress with a white lacy hat. It now wears a striped outfit that used to be Cj's when he was a baby. It is nearly bald from Cj carrying around the house by the hair.
Here is a picture from before his doll looked rather Chucky-like....
So, earlier today, Cj was supposed to be eating a snack at his little table but instead, I found him eating among all the stuffed dolls in the doll furniture. He had taken my little wooden bench, throw the fabric pillow that sits on it, over to the side on the floor. He placed the wooden bench in front of the desk and put his dolly on it. Then he sat in the wooden high chair that had been for his dolly. Finally, since he had to have somewhere to put his snack, and that darn basket on top of the little doll desk, was in the way, he took the little basket off the desk and stuffed the scarecrow's face in it. I couldn't resist, I had to take a picture so you can see the scarecrow, improved with Cj's decorating skills....
Here's the after picture of Cj's doll...
So, earlier today, Cj was supposed to be eating a snack at his little table but instead, I found him eating among all the stuffed dolls in the doll furniture. He had taken my little wooden bench, throw the fabric pillow that sits on it, over to the side on the floor. He placed the wooden bench in front of the desk and put his dolly on it. Then he sat in the wooden high chair that had been for his dolly. Finally, since he had to have somewhere to put his snack, and that darn basket on top of the little doll desk, was in the way, he took the little basket off the desk and stuffed the scarecrow's face in it. I couldn't resist, I had to take a picture so you can see the scarecrow, improved with Cj's decorating skills....
Here's the after picture of Cj's doll...
Christmas Traditions
Whenever I think about Christmas, I think about how my grandparents knew how to "hold Christmas in their hearts" That is what my Grandpa and Grandma Eastwood did, I think that few have loved Christmas as much as they did. I imagine they loved it for a few different reasons; probably because Christmas made them think of the amazing gift of forgiveness God had given them, through Jesus. I think also that Christmas at it's best, is always a time of giving, and Grandpa and Grandma had very, very giving and loving hearts. A love for Christmas could not help but flow from their hearts, and just touch everyone who was in their lives. I am so grateful that not only was I in their lives, but I was their granddaughter!
They had so many Christmas traditions that I know I could never write about them all, I don't even know if I can recall them all! I remember going to stay with them for Christmas in Rennsalear. They had a cookie cabinet, and before bed we would sit in the kitchen, with milk, and the lights were always a really, nice, soft glow, and then Grandpa would pull out the cookie tins from the cookie cabinet. They would have so many different kinds to choose from, and we would save some and put them on a plate for Santa. Then we would make our beds, with blankets and pillows spread out across the floor in their living room. Grandpa's record player would be there, and he would put the Nutcracker music on so we could listen to it while we fell asleep. Only problem was, we were all too excited about Santa to sleep! So...the record would play..we wouldn't fall asleep..it would get to the end of the record..Grandpa would get out of bed..start the record over..over and over..all night long!
There were always lots of presents, even though there may not have been lots of money to spend. Grandma Eastwood knew how to make a dollar stretch and bargain shop. She would shop for Christmas all year long, and then then even if she had a small amount to spend on each of us, she still bought us many gifts. There was no gift card giving with Grandpa and Grandma Eastwood, they enjoyed finding something that was specifically suited for each of their family members. Most years, as I grew up, Grandma gave me at least one beautiful doll. She always said, "You can never have too many dolls."
Even on the years we didn't get to see Grandpa and Grandma Eastwood at Christmastime, the traditions continued. Every year, Grandma Eastwood sent each of us a new Christmas ornament, and she would also send us advent calenders.
Christmas with the Bobo side of the family meant, of course, an AMAZING meal. Grandma Bobo. First of all, I don't think she could make anything but a perfect turkey. She would make big, delicious, soft yeast rolls! Oh, I still remember how wonderful they smelled! The whole house smelled good from them for days! There was always a huge pan of potatoes, gravy, maybe some green beans, corn, carrots. What Grandma Bobo did to sweet potatoes, well, it is like nothing else! For dessert there was Grandma Bobo's pudding pies and Aunt Linda's Texas Sheet Cake. The Bobo Christmas, well, it was not a quiet one, beautifully not quiet. There were grown ups chatting and laughing. Kids running, playing, and yelling. Of course, someone would decide to make Poley bark around. There was teasing and arguing. Bobo's love to tease and argue. Really, we were "discussing" and it was fun. Dad and Uncle Lanny were the best and loudest at "discussing". And Uncle Lanny was the best at teasing. There was music, Christmas music playing that could be heard throughout the house. Sometimes, Grandpa would get out his guitar and play while He, Dad, Mom, Aunt Linda, and Aunt Sherry would sing in perfect harmony, and grandma played the piano.
A very special memory I like to think about each Christmas, was one that involved just me, Grandpa Bobo, and Grandma Bobo. We would get in the car, and Grandpa would drive for hours, finding the best Christmas lights in town. It was such a special time with them, I am so grateful that I had Grandparents that took the time to do that with me. I literally can't look at a Christmas light without thinking of them both and the fun we had looking for lights. I think Grandpa really loved them dearly. Although, he did always remark that he wouldn't like to pay their electric bills at the end of the month.
On Christmas Eve before bed, we would all climb up on Dad's lap and he would read us "Twas the Night Before Christmas". Dad read it with lots of expression. Christmas morning, after we ran downstairs and checked what Santa gave us, we would have cookies for breakfast! I also appreciate that Mom reminded us each year that it was Jesus' birthday, and she would bake a birthday cake for Jesus'. This really is a great thing to do with kids, it is a physical reminder that Christmas is not about them.
I do love Christmas Traditions! I hope that someday, when my children look back at their past Christmases they will find that I tried to make Christmas special for them, just as my family did for me. I would love to know what your own family does to make Christmas special at your home? What are your families traditions?
They had so many Christmas traditions that I know I could never write about them all, I don't even know if I can recall them all! I remember going to stay with them for Christmas in Rennsalear. They had a cookie cabinet, and before bed we would sit in the kitchen, with milk, and the lights were always a really, nice, soft glow, and then Grandpa would pull out the cookie tins from the cookie cabinet. They would have so many different kinds to choose from, and we would save some and put them on a plate for Santa. Then we would make our beds, with blankets and pillows spread out across the floor in their living room. Grandpa's record player would be there, and he would put the Nutcracker music on so we could listen to it while we fell asleep. Only problem was, we were all too excited about Santa to sleep! So...the record would play..we wouldn't fall asleep..it would get to the end of the record..Grandpa would get out of bed..start the record over..over and over..all night long!
There were always lots of presents, even though there may not have been lots of money to spend. Grandma Eastwood knew how to make a dollar stretch and bargain shop. She would shop for Christmas all year long, and then then even if she had a small amount to spend on each of us, she still bought us many gifts. There was no gift card giving with Grandpa and Grandma Eastwood, they enjoyed finding something that was specifically suited for each of their family members. Most years, as I grew up, Grandma gave me at least one beautiful doll. She always said, "You can never have too many dolls."
Even on the years we didn't get to see Grandpa and Grandma Eastwood at Christmastime, the traditions continued. Every year, Grandma Eastwood sent each of us a new Christmas ornament, and she would also send us advent calenders.
Christmas with the Bobo side of the family meant, of course, an AMAZING meal. Grandma Bobo. First of all, I don't think she could make anything but a perfect turkey. She would make big, delicious, soft yeast rolls! Oh, I still remember how wonderful they smelled! The whole house smelled good from them for days! There was always a huge pan of potatoes, gravy, maybe some green beans, corn, carrots. What Grandma Bobo did to sweet potatoes, well, it is like nothing else! For dessert there was Grandma Bobo's pudding pies and Aunt Linda's Texas Sheet Cake. The Bobo Christmas, well, it was not a quiet one, beautifully not quiet. There were grown ups chatting and laughing. Kids running, playing, and yelling. Of course, someone would decide to make Poley bark around. There was teasing and arguing. Bobo's love to tease and argue. Really, we were "discussing" and it was fun. Dad and Uncle Lanny were the best and loudest at "discussing". And Uncle Lanny was the best at teasing. There was music, Christmas music playing that could be heard throughout the house. Sometimes, Grandpa would get out his guitar and play while He, Dad, Mom, Aunt Linda, and Aunt Sherry would sing in perfect harmony, and grandma played the piano.
A very special memory I like to think about each Christmas, was one that involved just me, Grandpa Bobo, and Grandma Bobo. We would get in the car, and Grandpa would drive for hours, finding the best Christmas lights in town. It was such a special time with them, I am so grateful that I had Grandparents that took the time to do that with me. I literally can't look at a Christmas light without thinking of them both and the fun we had looking for lights. I think Grandpa really loved them dearly. Although, he did always remark that he wouldn't like to pay their electric bills at the end of the month.
On Christmas Eve before bed, we would all climb up on Dad's lap and he would read us "Twas the Night Before Christmas". Dad read it with lots of expression. Christmas morning, after we ran downstairs and checked what Santa gave us, we would have cookies for breakfast! I also appreciate that Mom reminded us each year that it was Jesus' birthday, and she would bake a birthday cake for Jesus'. This really is a great thing to do with kids, it is a physical reminder that Christmas is not about them.
I do love Christmas Traditions! I hope that someday, when my children look back at their past Christmases they will find that I tried to make Christmas special for them, just as my family did for me. I would love to know what your own family does to make Christmas special at your home? What are your families traditions?
Friday, December 7, 2012
Divorce
This is going to be a rant. That's my one and only warning. Stop reading now if you don't want to see it.
I'm getting VERY sick of people who tell me that my marriage ended in divorce because I got pregnant before I was married. Yes, I did get pregnant, and I am sorry that I sinned and got pregnant before marriage. I do not plan on continuing to accept punishment from other sinful people, I have told God I'm sorry. I raised my daughter the best I could, took her to church, read her the Bible, taught her the Bible, educated her myself, and did my very best to put her needs before my own. I can say, without a doubt, that I was not a perfect parent. I can also say that at this point in time Diana seems to be an amazing young adult, she's a student at a Bible Institute, is traveling around singing in churches, and tells other people about the LORD on a daily basis. She is an asset to the world and I do not regret her in any way. My slate is clean there. Clean.
I tried to be a good wife to Jerrid. I tried to be respectful and obedient, which is what I was taught a good wife does. I wasn't perfect at it, but I tried. There were a lot of hurtful things that happened in my marriage that no one but myself and Jerrid know about, but I rarely told a soul about it, because I believed that it was the job of a wife to uphold the name of her husband. Even if it was his own actions that would have made his name not as well respected.
I know I wasn't a perfect wife, but I tried, and I was faithful. I took care of him, prayed for him, when he cheated on me I prayed for the person who had cheated with him. The Bible says to pray for your enemies. I can say today that I do not hate the woman, I feel sorry for her, and praying for my enemy did that for me personally.
Jerrid was not a perfect husband but he also tried to keep things together. He worked very hard at the physical part of keeping our family together financially. He did try. Otherwise I'm fairly sure our marriage wouldn't have lasted for 15 years, not to mention we dated for 5 years, too. A 20 year relationship doesn't just happen, it's work.
My marriage failed because we are both human beings and neither of us were perfect and neither of us put God first every single day of the marriage. I can say it's probably not a good idea to pick a mate at the age of 15, in most cases. We didn't go to any counseling before we married, I know if I ever get married again that will be the first thing I do. Me being single today is not a punishment because I got pregnant. It is hurtful to put that kind of thing out there to other people. How is it that God takes our sins and forgives, "as far as the East is from the West", and yet other Christians can continue to throw the past into each other's face? For what reason I can only surmise, is to build themselves up, or maybe to explain the world, help them feel secure, I know not why. I don't think that is how God means it to be.
"Be ye kind, one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God, for Christ's sake, hath forgiven you." Ephesian 4:32
I'm getting VERY sick of people who tell me that my marriage ended in divorce because I got pregnant before I was married. Yes, I did get pregnant, and I am sorry that I sinned and got pregnant before marriage. I do not plan on continuing to accept punishment from other sinful people, I have told God I'm sorry. I raised my daughter the best I could, took her to church, read her the Bible, taught her the Bible, educated her myself, and did my very best to put her needs before my own. I can say, without a doubt, that I was not a perfect parent. I can also say that at this point in time Diana seems to be an amazing young adult, she's a student at a Bible Institute, is traveling around singing in churches, and tells other people about the LORD on a daily basis. She is an asset to the world and I do not regret her in any way. My slate is clean there. Clean.
I tried to be a good wife to Jerrid. I tried to be respectful and obedient, which is what I was taught a good wife does. I wasn't perfect at it, but I tried. There were a lot of hurtful things that happened in my marriage that no one but myself and Jerrid know about, but I rarely told a soul about it, because I believed that it was the job of a wife to uphold the name of her husband. Even if it was his own actions that would have made his name not as well respected.
I know I wasn't a perfect wife, but I tried, and I was faithful. I took care of him, prayed for him, when he cheated on me I prayed for the person who had cheated with him. The Bible says to pray for your enemies. I can say today that I do not hate the woman, I feel sorry for her, and praying for my enemy did that for me personally.
Jerrid was not a perfect husband but he also tried to keep things together. He worked very hard at the physical part of keeping our family together financially. He did try. Otherwise I'm fairly sure our marriage wouldn't have lasted for 15 years, not to mention we dated for 5 years, too. A 20 year relationship doesn't just happen, it's work.
My marriage failed because we are both human beings and neither of us were perfect and neither of us put God first every single day of the marriage. I can say it's probably not a good idea to pick a mate at the age of 15, in most cases. We didn't go to any counseling before we married, I know if I ever get married again that will be the first thing I do. Me being single today is not a punishment because I got pregnant. It is hurtful to put that kind of thing out there to other people. How is it that God takes our sins and forgives, "as far as the East is from the West", and yet other Christians can continue to throw the past into each other's face? For what reason I can only surmise, is to build themselves up, or maybe to explain the world, help them feel secure, I know not why. I don't think that is how God means it to be.
"Be ye kind, one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God, for Christ's sake, hath forgiven you." Ephesian 4:32
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