Liberty Laughs

Since today is Monday, and tomorrow is Independence Day, we’re gonna have some Liberty laughs.    Ok, guys?

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I love Sarah!!

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Bwahahaha!

 

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Wow!!

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Poor guys!

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Go Maury!

 

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Love it!

 

 

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Yeah, baby!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Hee hee! Me too!

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I love this one!!

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Lol!

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Just for you, Dolly!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

I hoping you’re enjoying the liberty to laugh!

 

College Collective

It was always assumed we 3 kings kids would go to college.   Were you breathing?   Yes, sir.  Do you intend to remain in that condition following graduation?   Yes, sir.   Then you’re going to college.    (Maybe it was never stated verbally, but trust me: it was implicit in their eyes, whenever it was time for report cards!)

Also assumed, was WHAT college, A BIBLE college, for course.   And WHICH Bible college was therefore predestined: Southeastern Bible College of the Assemblies of God.   (We called ourselves SCAGites, isn’t that a lovely image???)   By the time Brother got there, (AFTER I graduated in 1983, Sister in 1993, and MAMA {Go, MAMA!!} in 2003) it was SEU, Southeastern University.   We’d come a long way, baby!   AS you can tell, since he’s older than Sis, he’d taken a detour on the way there.   Barely survived till then too, since our dad nearly skinned him alive for declaring. “I don’t WANT to go to college.  I’ll be happy as a manual laborer.   {Aha! NOW I remember why we called him Manuel!}

Anyway, now where was I???   Oh yeah, college.   No wonder my mind wanders, that was a LONG time ago!    (Since you know what year it is, do the math.   If you don’t know what year it is, it’s okay, we still love you.)

So, I dutifully went to college.  I really loved school, so I was looking forward to it.   AND bonus; I got to live in the dorm!!!!   Woo hoo!! Par-TAY time!!   All my  life I had been a good church girl.   Well…. mostly!   I was still a virgin, never did drugs, (Unless you count caffeine!) and obeyed my parents (usually).   I didn’t even sass back…. unless you count eye rolls, and tongue sticking-out-behind-their-back, which they ALWAYS totally busted me on!   How do mothers DO that??   ( I found out when I became a Mom.   It’s a superpower God gives Moms.)   So, anyhoo, I was looking forward to the freedom of being on my own.   Yeah, right!!   SEBC  thought they were our parents!   Just without the Mom superpowers.

So, I did a few minor infractions, but stayed on the Honor Roll.   But the school never gave out 5 dollar bills, like the REAL parents did!!

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Me, (YES, really me! 3 decades ago)

(Allen C, my senior year boyfriend, and I at my Senior Banquet.   I pretended this was our wedding photo!!   What??  He had on a tux, and I had on a white dress!!  I had a vivid imagination, yes!)

 

 

When I graduated, cum laude, thank you very much, I knew I was gonna be a teacher, till I met Mr. Right, got married, had babies, and never work again.    OOOOhhhh, my sides hurt from making myself laugh so hard at THAT one!!!  Being a parent is the HARDEST job in the world!!   Followed closely by being a teacher.

Okay, now I’ve totally lost my entire train of thought for this post….

Something about going to college and meeting boys, was what I originally thought I was gonna write about.   Oh, well.  Hope you enjoyed this peek into the past!

Next time I’ll try to stick to the point!

 

Thoughtful Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving is a wonderful day.  We can just sit around with our families, most of us anyway, eating and visiting.

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All pix courtesy of Mama’s Dr. ‘s office.

I’m so grateful for my whole family.  My  daughters, DD1, and DD2, and SIL (son-in-law), and PP.  Then there’s DH, and Sweet Friend .  And my birth family- Mama, Brother, and Shirley his wife,  Sister, and her kids Nick, Kristen, and Jaime, and 1 special Ex-Step-mother.

Then my whole extended family, on both sides- Hawkins and Chaney.  If I tried to name them all, I’d use up all my memory here on WP, just for their names!!

I will be with my peeps, eating the fore-amentioned pies, and being so thankful to God for ALL my blessings.

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One of my biggest blessings is my home, but something big is in the works there…..   You have to wait! It’s a surprise!  I know, I know, I hate it when people do this to me too!!  Sorry!!

Anyway, as I was saying, my biggest blessing is Jesus Christ, my Savior.  Then my family, friends, church, etc.  Last on the list are things: my home, my car, etc….   Things should never come before people!

 

Another blessing we all enjoy here in America, is freedom!  And it definitely isn’t free!  Thank you Veterans!!

So, Celebrate!  Be thankful!!  Eat, drink, and be merry!  Most of all, appreciate all your blessings every day.

I love y’all.   Y’all are a big blessing to me for reading, laughing, and commenting.   Thank you!!

 

Happy Thanksgiving to all, and to all a good meal!

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“Longing”

This beautiful original oil painting is hanging in my long hallway.  Brother hung it up when he moved in, under the hallway light, so it would be showcased.  Mama painted it from memory, of a pencil drawing Brother did when he was in school.  (We will skip over how many years ago that was!  You’re welcome.)

It’s titled “Longing”.  In person, you can actually see the longing in the horse’s eyes, and expression, for freedom.  Very poignant.

Sometimes, I long to be free of my slobbery.  It definitely fences me in, behind literal walls of stuff.

It keeps people from visiting me, because there is no place to sit, due to the laundry, or whatever, on every available flat surface.

When someone is brave enough to visit, and they’re persistent enough to tunnel out a place to sit, they’re usually uncomfortable.  Chaos is uncomfortable.  Our minds seek order. Even if I say it doesn’t bother me to live in such a slobby mess;  sometimes, it does get to me.  And, I despair of ever digging out of the mess.

So, I make stabs at it, here and there.  Last Tuesday, Mama came over and we decluttered, and she organized some, in my bedroom.  (Alert- future post.)

But, overall, what difference did it make?  Sure, I can look around and see carpet now, where I couldn’t before.  And sure, now I can actually see the table top.  And my shirts are actually hanging in my closet.  (GASP- I heard that!)

But, I still have so much to do, and so far to go.  Why do anything, really???

That’s what my slob brain says.  But my “wants to be a cleanie” brain says, “Don’t give up! There’s hope! Keep on doing something!”

I realize I may never be a cleanie, after all, I’ve been a slob for 54 years now.  But, I’m gonna keep on chippin away at the mountain.

Who knows?  Someday, maybe  I’ll be company ready without a 3 day marathon of cleaning!

And when that happens, you’ll be the first to know.  Promise.