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Tennessee Vacation

Last week I didn’t write a blog. It was for a good reason. I was on my family vacation in Pigeon Forge,Tennessee. So this week I decided to make my blog about our vacation.

This was our families third trip to Pigeon Forge, Tennessee. We didn’t go to as many places as we have in our past two visits. That would be because we already went to those places. This year we went to the Grand Ole Opry which was very good. The first two songs they sang really had me wondering about their show, but it ended up being very good. We also went to the Hatfields & McCoy Dinner show. Again, I wasn’t so sure at first about this show, but it ended up being good. I must say I especially liked the part when the props didn’t work right, which caused the people to start laughing which in turn had all of us in the audience laughing as well.

So those were our first time shows. We also went to the Dixie Stampede. We have been there before, but it’s been so long we figured we would see it again. I gotta be honest this was our families first big vacation with out our oldest daughter and the Grand Ole Opry Show and the Dixie Stampede really had me missing my daughter. It was also the first couple of days of July, which for me are always the hardest time of the month since my mom’s passing. So I was feeling some what sad on vacation. At the same time my family and I did have a good time with a bunch of laughter. We made some good memories.

Before all that happened we made a quick stop at the Creation Museum. That is a very good museum to go and see.

 

First of the Month

For most people the first of the month usually means it’s time to pay the rent. For others it might mean it’s payday. It could also be a combination of the two, rent day and payday. Who knows. I’m sure for those who get a paycheck on the first of the month that makes it a happy day for them.

For me the first day of the month has a whole other meaning. It’s more of a sad time of the month for me. It’s the time of the month when I really think about my mom and the day she passed away. The day she left us. It was the first day of the month. It was New Years Day. I find myself lately purposely not looking at my calendar when it’s getting close to the first day of the month. When that day,that first day finally does show itself I find myself completely ignoring the calendar as much as I can for that day.

I can always feel it creeping up on me too. I will look at my calender for one thing and then realize that day is coming around again. Real soon too. Looking at the calender and seeing that first day on it reminds me of what I went through those first couple of days in January. Feeling like an orphan. Going down to Brooklyn with my husband to help my dad make all the funeral arrangements. I had to be strong for my dad those couple of days when all I really wanted to do was cry my heart out. Yep, the first of the month not so good for me anymore! .

 

TV

Well today’s blog post may be a bit boring to read,but it was the best I could come up with today/tonight. Yeah, I couldn’t come up with anything to write about till I started watching TV with my husband tonight.

So here’s the thing I’ve been noticing about watching TV or lack there of. There is nothing to watch anymore! It seems like it doesn’t matter whether you have cable or satellite. With all the hundreds of channels they both give you these days there is still nothing worth watching anymore. At least most of the stuff on TV isn’t worth watching anymore. Maybe it’s because it’s Summer time now and most shows are on there Hiatus. I highly doubt that though.

I’m finding with my family we probably watch a totally of 5 shows. That’s pretty much it. Nothing else on TV gets our attention or nothing is worth watching anymore. Other then those 5 shows for us. Lately our family has been using Amazon Fire to watch different shows and movies. We have been finding we have a nicer and bigger selection of show and movies to watch then we do with cable and or satellite.

What do you think? Do you think there are any shows worth watching anymore?

 

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H.S. Graduation

This weekend my family and I went to a H.S. Graduation and two parties. As usually the ceremony and the graduates speeches brought tears to my eyes. I always thought the reason why these ceremonies brought tears to my eyes was because I hadn’t graduated from H.S and didn’t have my diploma.

I finally took care of this problem or I thought I had. I had always found it embarrassing when people asked me when I graduated and I couldn’t give them an answer. About a year or so before my youngest started Kindergarten I decided to go back to school and finally get my diploma. My husband helped me find a good school online. I did 14 courses online with in a years time. I was enjoying this school work for the first time and getting great grades. I finally graduated from H.S. when I was 39. Yes I am admitting to the age when I got my diploma! I was so proud of myself and I’m not generally proud of myself. To see that diploma in my hand and know that I was indeed a H.S. Graduate finally meant so much to me.

So I thought that’s it I won’t cry anymore at graduation ceremonies. WRONG! I still do!  I figured out it wasn’t just because of me not having graduated yet. It was also because it’s just an overall emotional moment. Watching those graduates walking down the isle. Listening to them give their speeches while they are trying to control their own emotions and yet still end up crying themselves. You know what? I’m not alone though. I’m not the only person who gets tears in their eyes during a graduation ceremony. You know what else? It’s OKAY!

Heaven

Lately I have been thinking about Heaven and our loved ones who are there. I’m always hearing people say “my mom is looking down on me from Heaven” or “my grandpa is watching over me from Heaven”. Every time I would hear somebody say something like that I would think to myself “why do these people say stuff like that”?

Since my mom passed away five months ago I’ve been wondering if our loved ones really can see us from Heaven. I know without a doubt that God can see us and Jesus can see us. Why do people think that their loved ones can as well? I’m not saying our loved ones can’t see us, but I’m not saying they can either. I’m wondering. I’m asking? Does anyone really know if our loved ones can see us from Heaven?

When you think about it as far as I know the Bible doesn’t say anything about our loved ones being able to see us. Now that doesn’t mean that they can’t, but then again that doesn’t mean that they can either. I think it would be nice if our loved ones could see us from Heaven and keep watch over us. I just don’t know if they really can.  Please tell me your thoughts. What do you think? Can our loved ones see us from Heaven?

Precious Moments

It seems like as children grow up and get older there are few precious moments with them especially if they are teenagers and adult children. It also seems like it’s more so with teenage boys. This weekend I managed to get a double dose of precious moments with my children. My teenage son and adult daughter to be more specific.

It was quite the weekend for us. My 15 year old son had an accident while playing basketball. His head collided with another boys head which landed my son in the Hospital needing stitches on his eye brow. While lying in that Hospital bed feeling the pain from the needle that was numbing his eye, I noticed how much pain he was in. I held his hand at that point and told him to squeeze as hard as he needed to. I told him not to worry about hurting my hand. At that moment I wasn’t just his mom. At that moment he let me be his mommy. It felt so good to be needed by my teenage son even if it was only for a minute. I will always treasure that moment.

The next night I got a text from my 18 year old daughter telling me she went to the store for some cookie dough. She then saw Ben & Jerry’s Chubby Hubby ice cream and thought of me. She thought about all the times growing up when I would buy one for her and one for me when they were on sale at our local store. She told me it made her miss me so she decided to buy the ice cream instead of the cookie dough. I asked her if she was trying to make me cry. She sent me an lol and said no. It meant a lot to me to know something as simple as ice cream could make my daughter think of me and miss me.

Even though those precious moments may be few and far between with my teenage son and adult daughter especially my teenage son. I will glad take them!

Being Left Handed

Good morning! So this morning while I was combing my hair I was trying to come up with a blog post for today. I couldn’t think of anything until I started watching my hand. Then I thought “why not make this blog about being left handed”. So that’s today topic!

I am one of who knows how many people in this world that are left handed. When I was little being left handed was frowned on. I don’t know why,but it was. I remember one time my mom telling me about my grandmother not liking me using my left hand so she would take the fork or spoon out of my left hand and put it in my right hand. I would then put that fork or spoon down and pick it back up again with my left hand. Yeah I was a stubborn child, HA I still am stubborn. My mom told my grandma to leave me a lone and let me use my left hand.

Till this day my left hand is my dominant hand. I’m in a lot of trouble if something happens to it. I wonder how many people in this world are left handed. So I have an idea. If your left handed and your reading this blog, give me a shout out and comment on this post. I think it would be cool to see how many people respond to this blog and tell me if they are left handed. Let me know!

 

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Being a Christian

I have always believed in God. Since I was born into a Catholic family that would make sense. When I was a little girl our family was invited to a Pentecostal Church. There I was taught much more about God. In that Church I learned about God’s love for me and how he sent His only Son Jesus to die on the cross for ME. When I was 9 years old, on a Sunday morning I decided I wanted to accepted Jesus into my heart as my Person Savior. That was the best decision I have ever made and I have never regretted it for a minute.

When I was little I would tell people I was a Christian and there were times when I did my best to tell others about Jesus and of course I went to Church. When I was a teenager I would go to Church every Sunday and on some Wednesday’s. At that point in my life I wouldn’t say I was living my life for Christ, but I wouldn’t say I wasn’t either. I did what I knew I had to do. Yes, I read my Bible and there were definitely times when I would look to those certain verses that I needed to help me get through what ever it was I was going through.

It wasn’t until the age of 18 that I realized I had to make a choice. I needed to choose to either follow Jesus and live my life for Him or choose to follow the way of the world. That day, That moment I made the decision to follow Jesus. I completely gave my life over to Jesus that day and promised Him I would follow Him and do His will for my life. You know what? I am so thankful I made that decision. Jesus has blessed me above and beyond what I could possibly have imagined. He has blessed me with a wonderful Godly man and blessed us with our kids. He has shown Himself to me in so many ways. He has also blessed me with a wonderful Church family.

So my thoughts on being a Christian. I truly believe after all these years that it is important for Christians not just to say they are Christians. I believe it’s important for them to be in fellowship with other believers in a Bible believing Church. Just because a person says they are a Christian doesn’t really mean anything. Actions speak a lot louder then words. I’ve seen people who say they are Saved, but they don’t have fellowship with other believers in Church. These Christians look so sad and depressed. I hear the same thing from them too “I can read my Bible at home”. Yeah so can I, but that isn’t the same thing. When I see these Christians acting like who cares I’m gonna do what I want to do, I’m saved I’m going to Heaven anyway, it makes me sad. Instead of acting like that they could be really living their lives for Christ and making a difference.

So here’s a question for you. Which type of Christian are you? The Christian who wants to live their lives for Christ and make a difference OR The Christian who would rather do whatever they want and sit on the side lines. The CHOICE is YOURS!

James 2:17 Even so faith, if it hath not works, is dead, being alone.

Real Men Cry

So I’m guessing whoever is reading this blog with the title “Real Men Cry” are thinking, “She’s a girl what does she know about men and crying”? Well since I’m the type of person who has a tendency to observe people I know a thing or two about men. It also helps that I’ve been married to the same man for almost 20 years now.

I’ve seen the way men react to things. Anything really from sad occasions to happy occasions. From the birth of a child to the death of a loved one. It could be a movie they have watched. It could be a circumstance they may be in. In could be The Lord dealing with their hearts. In all of this what I have seen is any man who is willing to cry is a real man. He is a strong man. Let me tell you in my opinion it takes a strong man to cry and say “yeah I’m weak and I need help”. It takes a real man to admit he cries when he’s at his weakest and he needs help. Whether that help is from God or his wife or his friend.

It doesn’t matter what that man looks like. Tall,short, skinny, fat. Whether he as a six pack or not if he is a real man he won’t be scared to cry. This man will admit to his weakness and he will cry. In my opinion this world could use more men like this. More men who are willing to admit when they need help and are willing to cry. Especially when they are willing to cry out to God and ask Him for the help they need.

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