Doomsday is coming….. It was with mixed feelings that I arrived at the courthouse.
I have many questions, and I’m not sure this is the perfect solution to our problems. But sometimes in real life, you have to let go, when you’ve done all you can.
Well, it’s happened. The Mitchell marriage is officially over. Date of death: February 24, 2016.
How ironic, my 4th marriage ended on my 55th birthday….. I pray to God that I never have to go thru this again.
Thank you everyone for your support during this time of grief. I thought it would be okay, since we’ve been separated so long. But divorce is still a death, and has to be grieved. I’m sure peace will come in time.
Mitchell marriage: Even with all your challenges, you put up a good fight to live.
13 years is a long time, yet not long enough.
This is in memorium of my brother-in-law, Jeffery Watson.
I don’t like writing in all red, but that’s his favorite color.
He went to heaven on Oct. 3, 2015. My sister, Michelle, and my nephew, Nick, my 2 nieces, Kristen, and Jaime are all devastated. They know they will never see him again. On this EARTH. However, they will see him again, in heaven, as long as they live a righteous life in Christ Jesus.
My sister wrote this, after he’d been gone 9 days. She wants to share it with the world, in hopes that someone else will come to faith in Christ Jesus, by the witness of Jeffery’s life.
God is Good all the time. Jeffery was healed and rescued many times. Here are the times I know.
1. The first few years of his life, Jeffery was hospitalized with double pneumonia during the Christmas season.
2. At age 2, one time after church, in a park with a lake, he disappeared in the Lake. Dad dove in still in his good suit and boots (?).
3. Very young, he was poisoned with Vick’s vapor rub. It was so bad the doctors told Mom & Dad to call the funeral home and plan his funeral. A local church came and prayed with them.
4. Another tubing trip he slipped thru the inner tube and was submerged. Dad pulled him out then too.
5. At age 3 (?) He was trapped upstairs when the kitchen caught on fire. Only because the Lord had Mom glance at the house in time to have Dad run in and pull him and Karla Flak out of the house.
6. He had an accident with a knife that could have killed him.
7. He had an accident in South Carolina with a trash truck. (not Jeffery’s fault). But his quick thinking slowed him down and only totaled his dodge pick-up. He was bruised. The trash truck leaked fuel, but the fire marshal driving behind him was able to shut it off.
8. So many dirt bike accidents I know about, and some I don’t know about. I know he landed in a tree at least once. He landed in a gulley at least once.
9. Jeffery had acute pain when he went to Garland,TX for work training. The walk in clinic told him to stop eating rich foods, he was fine. Jeffery finally drove himself to the ER Friday morning to discover he had to have emergency gall bladder surgery. The Dr said he stopped counting, but 100 was mentioned. The next day, he had to have emergency secondary surgery to remove some that migrated and blocked his bile ducts.
10. One last time, he had an accident with a semi and dodge charger, and God said, “Well done, good and faithful servant”.
(His lord said to him, ‘Well done, good and faithfulservant; you were faithful over a few things, I will make you ruler over many things. Enter into the joy of your lord.’ Matthew 25:21 New King James Version, Holy Bible)
I will miss you. I will see you again. My hope is this: because of your death, someone else will make a relationship with Christ so they may hear those same words.
(16 For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life. John 3:16 New King James Version, Holy Bible)
This is not goodbye, Jeffery, it’s only farewell, until we meet again.
Remember when I de-cluttered the huddles of hangers?
Here ya go, in case you forgot. (You’re welcome.)
It’s hard to see from this picture, so rest assured, I’ll take a better one. But there’s a glass aquarium inside the white bucket.
Here ya go, view 2:
(Yup, the bucket bounced into the donate box too. Just in case you were worried.)
Really? The last time I remember DD1 having a fish was 4 years ago!
Is she keeping the bowl as a memorium? RIP, little fishie, RIP.
Now we can get to de-cluttering. Yay!! I know you want to!
Since DD1 left it in my house, it’s mine by the rules of possession being 9 tenths of the law. Plus, finders keepers, losers weepers.
So, off to the donate box it goes, splish, splash. Okay, that’s taken care of (dusting off hands).
Here’s the closet after:
The can of paint? Hmmm, that’s a harder problem. I really don’t think Salvation Army would appreciate a half empty can of paint. But, who knows?? What’s a girl to do, what’s a girl to do?
Probably not a good idea to pour it down the sink?? No, I wasn’t really gonna do that. It would kill all the little fishies.
Maybe I’ll ask our maintenance men. Hopefully, I can pass off the problem to them!! (Heh, heh, heh)
Here are befores of the kitchen counters. All except the one where dirty dishes go to die.
Ain’t going there today.
Yeah! I got a real before! Give that girl a gluten free sugar free dairy free brownie! Will wonders never cease, I even wiped the top, after I decluttered it! Woot, woot! I’m on a roll!
The stove before:
After. Yes, I know there’s still 1pan. But I just cooked(!) and I’m too exhausted to clean it.
See, that wasn’t so hard now, was it? Well, I did have to bend over, to put the pots in the lower cabinet. That right there, took my breath away, and I had to sit down and recouperate!
The right side of the stove before:
Look Mama, no clutter!
What? The sticky mess?
You expect me to Clean too?
Whaddaya, new around here?
The right side of the sink:
I even wiped it with a damp paper towel. All that did was remove the dust and a few dead bugs. So I went the extra mile, and broke out the Dawn. Really! Still didn’t look clean. So,
hang onto your hats; I scrubbed it with a scrubbie sponge! Yes, the green scrubbie side. I know! I can’t believe it either!
It still didn’t look clean, but trust me, it is.
(When we moved in, they painted our counter tops. Now they absorb stains and colors like Silly Putty copies comics.)
BAM!! No more Kitchen Clutter!
(Nooooooo, you can’t look to the left of the sink!! Those are dead dishes over there. Let them RIP.)
I’m shattered to report a triumvirate meeting of tile floor, purse, and glass. (yes, grownup glass glass. How do I have any of those left??) It was a splintered outcome.
Of course, then I couldn’t walk barefoot.
So, I sat down in my trusty recliner, while people less clumsy than me, swept, mopped, and generally de-disasterised.
A little afraid to let PP walk around barefoot, I wanted to cordon off the area. Maybe I should have shuffled around the area first, but I was assured that all the glass was gone. So far, so good. I’ll keep you apprised of the situation.
I have been walking around barefoot, and no glass in my feet. YAY!!
PP has been walking around barefoot, and no glass in her feet. Triple YAY!!!
All is well in my barefoot paradise.
swept the living room.
Monday morning I:
mopped in front of the recliner and high chair.
Little jobs keep the house from being a total destruction zone.
(Of course, little jobs don’t make it a bed of roses either! But, we can walk across the floor without sticking to it. I’ll take it.)
On the other hand, my sister, brother and I have true black thumbs.
a tad so dramatic.
Anyhooo, as kids we tried to grow veggies. Never worked, NEVER!
I wonder if it had something to do with Brother pulling them up to see if they were growing???
Naaah, that couldn’t be it.
Granny Chaney gave me African violets after I got married. One by one they bit the dust. Then she gave me a Purple Passion plant. (yes, it’s a real plant! Google it.) Surprise, surprise! (not) it died.
Finally, in exasperation, she gave me a cactus, declaring “Now, I know you won’t kill this.”
Who knew????? Watering a cactus kills it. Color me surprised.
I have a black thumb. So, I’m the Death Angel for plants. I’ve accepted it.
So, if you were planning to send me a plant, go ahead and kill it, and send me the obituary.
RIP all the plants past….