I Blinked Again

Just a blink ago it was Monday.

I think I need to stop blinking, cause the weeks are going way too fast.


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Happy Friday all!  I hope your weekend is Fabulous.

Today I am so grateful for my family.  My oldest son is coming home tomorrow, and we will have everyone in the house for a week.  It will be a great Thanksgiving week.

We did a dry run on our Turkeys last weekend, so guess who is adding Ham to the menu this year?  I’m grateful for the option to add a little Ham to our Thanksgiving menu.  After all, I’m cooking, I should get a little bit of they say over what I’m putting on the table.  Just saying.

For all my American compatriots, if you are traveling for the Holiday, be safe, enjoy, and I hope you have a wonderful time.

Jealousy, a picture paints a thousand words.


“I need you to get your Aunt Bobby’s picture and bring it to me.”  

An unusual request, but my little cousin complied.

My Grandma had hidden a picture behind my mom’s picture that she kept on her dresser.

My mind goes a little sideways at the mention of the story.  This isn’t a photo of her and my Grandfather.  She had a beau that she remembered fondly.

At my Gradmother’s funeral, we were telling stories.  This was a special one.

My Grandmother had 12 brothers and sisters.  She was taken out of school in 8th grade and “fostered out” in the Scots/Irish practice to help support the family.  She and her older sister Crystal were fostered to a family in Charleston W. Virginia.  My Aunt Crystal was a maid, my Grandmother was the cook.  Their income was sent to their family for support, and to pay debts. 

My Grandmother had gone to school with my grandfather. They met when they were 8 years old.  They planned to marry.  When my grandmother left for Charleston, things cooled down, and my grandmother agreed to a few dates as my Grandfather stopped writing or visiting her.

She sent this picture to my grandfather when he ceased his attentions.  She told him that unless he fixed his car, and came to see her, she would agree to marry another.

Well, Grandpa got his stuff together. But Grandma kept the picture.

Her aloofness is obvious.  The suitors ardor is apparent.  

What do you see in the photo?

I look at the careful way she dressed.  The peep-toed shoes, the suit, the little clutch bag, the possessive male at her side.  The coy way she is looking away.

A picture paints a thousand words.

What do you see?

The Great Debate

HELP!

I must ask for feedback on this.  There is a debate raging in my home, and has been for most of the 22 years my husband and I have been married.

It’s an odd thing to even be on the debate radar, but folks:  what do you call these?

  
Is it Panty?

Is it Panties?

My husband will pick up a pair of my underwear and call the garment a “panty”.  It drives me nuts!

They aren’t a “panty”!  The garment is a pair of “panties”!

You don’t say a “pant”. It’s a pair of pants.  It’s a pair of jeans.  It’s a pair of shorts.  Of course you can have a “pant” leg, because it’s only half of the garment.

  

Come on people, help me here.  I might be able to tolerate his mulish ways if I get some popular opinion.

I’ve tried to call them some this else like “undies, drawers, delicates, girl stuff”…..and it always gravitates back to “panties”.

Please comment, I need some feedback.  If you have any other neutral terminology for the garment, I’d love to hear that too!

  

Community support, tradition, ‘got your back’.

My friend Kimberly and I met up this morning and made our way to the big 2nd Baptist Church on Woodway and Voss Dr in Houston, TX.

The viewing started at 10 am, the service was at 11.

Amazingly, we made it into the parking lot.

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Yes, that’s a 1/2 dozen box of glazed donuts on the Sheriff’s trunk.  A little levity during such a somber time.

There was close to 11,000 people there.  They simulcast the services to all four 2nd Baptist campus’ all across the city and to all the police precincts and annexes.  When was the last time you went to a funeral with 11,000 other people?  It was a very moving tribute that included law officers from NYPD, to Washington State.  We saw badges, and emblems from cities across Texas, including 4 Texas Rangers that sat in front of us.

There were firefighters, and two Tower Trucks with a massive American flag to welcome folks to the church.

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All the law enforcement officers lined up by unit under the Tower Trucks for the color guard, and the 21 gun salute.  A great sea of hats was a very impressive sight.

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The helicopter fly over was very impressive, and they performed the missing man formation for the occasion.

There were hundreds of bikers there.  All in their leathers, patched, and there to show solidarity for the officers in mourning.  We followed “La Familia” out of the parking lot.  They were very lovely people, and thanked us for letting them go in front of us.

One of the most touching moments of the ceremony was during Pastor Ed Young’s closing.  He encouraged us to ‘have the back’ of the officers who ‘deliver us from evil’.  He was quite passionate and prophetic about the changes that will come in our society, and that he knew the change was coming because of the outpouring of support that came from Deputy Goforth’s murder.

Dr. Young encouraged the children of Deputy Goforth, telling them twice that their father did not ‘die in vain’.

There is a Go Fund Me page for the Goforth’s, if anyone is interested in making a contribution.  http://www.gofundme.com/dgoforth

I’m very grateful to my friend Kimberly who gave up her day to go with me.  I’m grateful for the law officers who do their jobs daily, with little or no thanks.  I’m very grateful for the peaceful existence I can enjoy because of their diligence and care.