. . . cry and you get the mortal version of the Sermon on the Mount. Grrr . . . . . so I will laugh today and hopefully you will as well.


NURSES AREN’T SUPPOSED TO LAUGH

“Of course I won’t laugh, I’m a professional nurse. In over 20 years I’ve never laughed at a patient.”

“Okay then,” Fred said and proceeded to drop his pants, revealing the tiniest man thingy the nurse had ever seen. Length and width, it couldn’t have been bigger than a triple A battery.

Unable to control herself, the nurse started giggling then almost fell to the floor laughing. A few excruciating minutes later she was able to regain her composure.

“I’m so sorry,” said the nurse. “I don’t know what came over me. On my honor as a nurse and a lady, I promise it won’t happen again, now tell me what seems to be the problem?”

“IT’S SWOLLEN,” Fred replied.

Ten or more days ago, our neighbor's power was cut-off. It's been many years ago since that happened to Tom & I but it did happen. So not only is it embarrassing, but inconvenient as you pack up your freezer and fridge items and impose upon your neighbor's good will until it's turned back on. Their upstairs neighbor stored their cold items.

It was nothing to discuss, we just provided a drop cord that was for exterior use and we're all back in business. Candy insisted that it be unplugged during the day so the manager would not know how bad off they were, with their rent being delinquent as well.

I forgot about it. Literally. I could not tell you how many days they were plugged in. Didn't matter. Then came the day this past weekend that the power was restored and here come two of her boys with arms laden.

Richard had in his arms a 16" pizza from Sam's Wholesale Club, Angel had a plastic grocery bag with a 13oz. Folger's Coffee, Nestle's Coffee-Mate Hazelnut flavored, powdered creamer, a bag of Pecan Sandies (** my favorite cookie **), a 2 lb.bag of OceanSpray tangerines, a 16-ct individual wrapped cheese slices, a 4-lb. pkg. fresh/frz chicken and fresh bananas.

I couldn't believe it when the boys came back with a gallon of milk, a loaf of bread, boxes of Kraft cheese and mac, Pepperidge Farm garlic bread, Stouffer's Lasagna w/meat and sauce, 38 oz., and I still see things that came over with their gifts.

I jumped on the phone and told Juan to S T O P ! I went over there and hugged them and hopped around shouting my gratitude and urged them all to join hands while I offered my gratitude to God for them, each and every one. The 4-year old that had refused to join hands the last time I was there with a circular prayer, jumped to his precious little feet and grabbed hands.

They were grinning their blessed assurances off and it dazzled my pleasure centers. Candy said that it came from her heart and I know it did. After saying "Amen", I kissed each boy on their forehead and grabbed their precious mother and squeezed her as hard as I could. Those boys learned from watching their mother what gratitude does.

Richard was uncovering a big beautiful cake and said he would send some over and I held up my hand like a stop sign and told them, "please, you guys eat it, we don't need it, you guys will burn it off, so no cake, ok?"

They laughed and agreed to eat it all. My point is that we were rewarded far more than we ever dreamed to be. I thought maybe Juan would get Tom a six-pack and me a Exxon-Tiger 52 oz. diet coke, but we were not expecting it. They have too many mouths to feed over there and we know they appreciate all efforts to help them.

But instead we received a windfall. The old, time-tested promises of the Good Book are as relevant today as they were back in the day.

~ The End ~

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I received the crown of Esther last Thursday night by my small group at the Beth Moore study. I get to keep it all week and it just so happens that my birthday fell in the week. So I wore it for a few hours last night and used it as a way to talk to women about Esther, the woman, the book, the place she had in His history of the Israelite nation.

I have to give Him accolades for the way in which I am received by women in general. No fruitcakes (**yet**), nutjobs or maniacs that I know of . Just women, pretty ones, plain ones, fat ones and skinny ones, young ones and older ones who are attracted to the life of the orphan Hadassah, or her Persian name, Esther.

A Jewess and the charge of her cousin Mordecai. How God orchestrates circumstances for our benefit if we have a belief that defies logic. The more I learn about Him, the less I really know of Him. He's in layers or levels that we attain through our demonstration of determined faith. If it means saying the words over and over again, it will be deliberately done. He favors obedience over sacrifice according to the Old Testament.

Like fear, God does not give us a spirit of fear; however we are fearful sometimes. And it's okay to be afraid, doesn't mean you aren't or can't be a Christian. You can have faith and still be afraid. God knows we are afraid as we call out to Him in our supplications. It's the act of placing Him first, before the fear that He reacts to. You'll recall the verse, "fear not for I am with you, even unto the ends of the earth."

Put that in your spiritual bank and allow it to draw interest.

One more thing, God's Word never returns void. Should you spend time in His Word, there will be a return of customized importance for you, just for you. Like a mortal father, He longs to give us good things and the desires of our hearts.

Hey, that sounds pretty darn good to me.

Yesterday the 19th was Tom's birthday, I got him two six-paks of Ice House beer, two colognes, Canoe and English Leather, in a small bottle from the Dollar Store.

Tom prepared his own birthday supper. A delicious, tender roast, blackeye peas, and real mashed potatoes with brown gravy. When I awoke, it was ready to scarf. Tom brought me a plate to my room and I ate with gusto.

Delish!

I should have made the supper, but I fell asleep around three and he just did it.

While I was asleep, Cody came in, gave his Dad one 6-pack of beer and left. I was livid about the "cheap shot" but have not had the op to tell him what I think about his cheap gift. His Dad who has in Cody's lifetime, spent thousands on him.

I'm outraged that his druggin' is of far more importance to him than his Dad is. I'm hurt that Cody chooses to believe that "it don't matter to Dad". When it does more now than when he was a little boy and didn't have the income he has now.

Cody told me that he owed his "pill man" over $200 for "fronted" drugs, that was incurred before he was paid 9/17.

I want my son outta' here. O U T ! The sooner the better. I've had it, in every conceivable way. He'll be 21 February 22, and I pray he's out of here BEFORE that birthday comes.

As parents we can do and say just so much. The lion's share is up to him and he has no intention of paying his own rent, or lights, or groceries. Tom will not put him out. So this could stretch out for years and years.

I'm afraid I won't stick around for all that that would entail.

I sure hate the energy that's required for this feeling I carry around about my one-and-only, but he's never gonna' learn about real life as long as Daddy is Disney-prone.

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I entered a contest here and there were three Judges. I received three reviews and took the medicine that came with them.

I can admit to being less a storyteller than a poet but sometimes some people just make things up as they go along. That's the part that irritates me.

I waited until the contest was over and the 1st, 2nd and 3rd prizes were awarded before I responded to the review that I had doubts about. The following excerpt is from my response to their review of my entry.


Member,

I waited until the judging and awards were completed before responding to this review.

First Asterisk*: you wrote; Some people also write eleven and twelve as words instead of 11 and 12 - that's also acceptable. Using both together - as you have in this instance - makes the essay look more like a legal document or police report.

It was meant to look like a legal document or police report, to emphasize and underscore the severity of the situation.

Third Asterisk*: you stated;

This form of writing is fine in emails, letter and blogs, but it does not work in serious writing.

This entry was a letter and it was mailed and received by the Houston Police Department, and used as evidence against the assaulter.

Is this your personal opinion or a written rule of serious writing?

As I recall, the prompt was to be non-fiction. Mine was, in the purest form.

I can't apologize for the content of the letter as it was honestly written and it has produced the results I was praying for. I regret that it wasn't formatted to the taste of the judging panel.

The more I submit writings here in contests, the more I learn about the judging and what is acceptable.

Variety makes the world go round as I try my best to be original.

Thanks for the time you spent RRR my entry.

How do we read all the other entries in the _________ __________ Contest?

There are only the three winners that are listed, what about all the ones who didn't win? Are we allowed to read, rate and review those?

SM
 

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I just can't believe what some children do to their parents. This senior lady 83-85 (not sure) has a patch of hair missing on the top of her head, she has scratched both her skinny little legs til they bled, a 3-year old is left with her all the time for hours at a time. She fell yesterday and almost fell on the toddler.

Her daughter finally came home, asked her daughter to help her get the lady up and the granddaughter said she can stay on the floor for all I care. . . So ........

Last night I heard all I wanted to hear, I excused myself from Tamra's and Linda's company and came home and called the Adult Protective Hotline. I held and HELD. I was on ignore for 45 minutes and getter hotter under the collar with every minute that passed.

When a sweet voiced Charlotte finally came on line with me, I said I have two things to say right off the bat, 1) the music I had to listen to was wonderful (some kind of jazzy tunes) and 2) the wait I had to endure was appalling. She, of course apologized but then I learned later in the conversation that it was the entire state of Texas that their switchboard covered.

And yes, it was my turn to apologize to Charlotte, and I did so sincerely, no wonder I was on hold so long. They take care of the entire state!

She took all the information that I knew, then because I was gone over one hour, Tam came looking for me to find out when they were coming. So Tamra was able to help me in the information department.

I had Bible study from 10:30 to 1:00 - then a 1:30 appointment with the Blood Center, then Tam picked me up and we went and got pedicures. I had a man technician for the first time and his hands/fingers were sooo strong.

I was almost drooling as his fingers hit the perfect spots on the sole of my foot. I took sooo many deep, deep breaths and without thinking twice I asked if they do body massage.

He responded, "you wan body massage?" I said, "Yes" and then pulled my visor down over my face, as everyone in hearing distance laughed and he was blushing!

Came home to find out that an older lady with a metal clipboard came by to see Ms Joyce, the senior today and the granddaughter was talking to her Mom on the phone mad as hell.

THEY ARE B U S T E D

Yes, I'm delighted that someone now knows what that poor, old, unloved, disrespected, woman has been going through for a long time. God love her!