Spiritual Dryness

I would like to share something with you guys that touched me tonight.

When Lent began, I had decided I would do as I always do and make at least 3 Masses a week. Lent started almost 4 weeks ago and until tonight I had not made any extra Masses during the week other than the obligatory one on Sunday. Usually I would pray the Rosary every day. Nadda at all this year except when crossing the 18 mile Achafalaya Basin Bridge headed to Baton Rouge and that was only begging God not to allow any wrecks so I wouldn't piss my pants since there's no place to relieve yourself should an accident occur except in bottles or cans left in your car. LOL

Anyway, what has been occurring in me is a total lack of spirituality that is usually somewhat evident within me. I have been battling this for a while and just joyless with my life. I've been praying for God to give me some of myself back. Just a smidgen Lord!  Nadda! Nothing!

Today I decided it was confession time. I get off of work a half an hour early to make confession which has always been held on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I get to the church with all my sins. Ready to spill my guts. Nadda! Nothing! Confession is no longer given on Tuesday. Sonavabitch! What am I going to do? But, Mass is still celebrated so I wait for Mass to begin, looking upon the cross, begging the Good Lord to give me something back. I’m just totally dry spiritually.

Mass, begins and when it came time for the sermon, the very first words out of the mouth of the Priest was.

"In every Christians life there comes a time where the Soul goes through a darkness where there seems to be nothing left within you. A spiritual darkness. This is God preparing you for a higher meaning to your faith. He is showing you what it feels like to long and miss him.  To know and realize what you are missing"

OMG...knock me on my ass! The flood arrived. The tears flowed. Damned if God didn’t speak to me! I’m not 100% yet, but it damned sure showed me that  he definitely listens when I talk. :)

Okay, I'm finished cursing now....

My Weekend

I had my little man this weekend.  It's wonderful being a grandmother.  You can do things with them that you know will not impact you in the least. You can spoil them and let them have whatever they want.

I cooked up a big old pot of white beans and sausage and fed my little one two bowls knowing  full well he was headed home with mama.  Here he is chowing down...go for it bud!  There's more where that came from!

Here we are two happy campers...He allowed me a few minutes of his chow time to take this picture.

And being a true little man he had to make a little noise.  I bought this drum for him on his birthday last year thinking it was going home with him.  That's one revenge that backfired on me!

About an hour after eating...establishing that he is truly a little man he came to me stating he was tired.  I rocked him gently to sleep.  The biggest pleasure of all!

Life don't get no better than this!  May God always keep my little one safe!

 

PS  How about them LSU Tigers!    Final Four here we come!

My life

I was sitting here thinking to myself. I’m 47 years old. What happened? Then I realized that while I was sitting here living...life happened. Yes, indeed, it did.

Did it happen the way I expected it to? No, but it happened exactly the way it was meant to happen.

Had it happened any other way, I'd still be sitting here, wondering the same thing. All I do know is, while I was living, I laughed, cried and I loved my life away. But what a way to go!

Before I go, I assure you that every single laugh, cry, and heartache will show upon my face. While I pass from this world and whoever is looking upon my face, I want them to see every tear and laugh I've shared.

Every crease of my crow's feet are accounted for. I remember exactly how they arrived upon my face. It happened while I was laughing and crying at what the fates had in store for me.

I’m still laughing and crying because the end result of all this living? Is eternal life. Yeah!

Do you guys want to know what's so special about my life? God so loved me that I'm the ONLY one living my life. Wow.

My old friend

  Every now and then I have to give a shout out to my old friend to say hi!

Bumper Sticker

Cute Bumper Sticker:

I am retired. 

I was tired yesterday and I'm tired again today.

Bill and I

My best friend, Bill, who is an architect, and moved to Telluride Colorado decided to send me pics of some construction that he is working on.  I would like to share with you the pictures and the ensuing emails that occurred between us.

Hey … this is one of the smaller houses I am working on. (about 4,000 sq. ft.)   It is in the Town here in Telluride (about 4 blocks from my office)… just thought you may like to see what a difference the working conditions are over here?  Hope all is well there in HOT Louisiana.   Also, there is a web cam that looks down the main street here and is updated every 5 min.  The pic is not real good but not bad… the site is www.town.telluride.co.us .

See ya,

 Your future husband,   Bill

 

 

Me: That is awesome...I really like the blue building in the second picture!  Who designed that one???

Bill: That is my personal design… I think it stinks…

Me:  Very pissy design but shit happens.

Bill:  Yep… was feeling blue that day.. I LOVE YOU!!!

Me:   I love you too!

Bill:  That blue building is my construction office.. did you see my pic on the outside next to the door?

Me:  Yeah,  I saw your pic on the door.  Did you get squatter rights?

Bill:  ROFLMAO… big time… you are with it tonight girl!!   Not only that but this is on a golf course and I have the tee box…

Me:  Since when do you have a box?  Did you change golf courses?

Bill:  Yep… got tired of the tree

Me:  come on now!  You mean the stump!

Bill: Oh NO… I have grown up!!

 

He's my bestest bud!

 

 

 

 

My Grandchildren

 

My daughter just called me to relay a happening with her extended family.  Her and her husband chose to spend their first anniversary with his two children who are 14 (Lauren) and 11 (Brandon).  All my grandchildren...

Apparently while driving them home they were getting a little rowdy in the backseat and Brandi said "Hey, hey, that's enough!"

Matthew said "Momma!  Momma!  Call Nammy".  LOL

That little boy thinks I have the cure to every situation.  It is such a wonderful feeling to know that little boy thinks that his Nammy can do it all! 

He sure puts a smile on my face!

 

Here are Lauren and Brandon with Barry's Mother.

Anniversaries

Today is Brandi and Barry's first anniversary.  It is so hard to believe that a year has passed since they were married.  She told me yesterday that she loves him more today than she did when she married him.  I wish her much happiness throughout the years.  And Brandi?  I want another grandbaby!    Her father gave her a beautiful wedding and we had such a good time.  Here are a few pics of her wedding: 

Matthew is not liking any of this!

Eventually I had to go get him so they could get married...LOL

 

My heritage

MyHeritage - Family and Genealogy

This is a pretty neat website.  You can upload your picture and it will search its celebrities and find the ones who resemble you.

 

     

was the closest match they found for me.

 

I am a Rock

I've always loved this song and it has always struck a strong cord within me.  Such a sad song.

I Am a Rock

A winter's day
In a deep and dark december;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I've built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

Don't talk of love,
But I've heard the words before;
It's sleeping in my memory.
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.

My beer personality

You Are Corona

You don't drink for the love of beer. You drink to get drunk.
You prefer a very light, very smooth beer. A beer that's hardly a beer at all.
And while you may not like the taste of beer, you like the feeling of being drunk.
You drink early and often. Sometimes with friends. Sometimes alone. All the party needs is you!

http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourbeerpersonalityquiz/

Chinny Chin Chin

For the past few days,  I have had more Chins than China. I am on antibiotics and pain killers (thank the Good Lord for painkillers!)  due to a grandeur glandular swelling.  I think someone deposited a goose egg in my chin while I was sleeping Thursday night.  Can you say ouch? Can you say hibernating until I once again look like someone from planet earth?

A Horse's Ass

The tails I must endure on my ride home from work:

Apple Cider

They got this one right!

 

   ***You Are Apple Cider***

Smooth and comforting. But downright nasty when cold.

What Part of Fall Are You?
http://www.blogthings.com/whatpartoffallareyouquiz/

Mardi Gras Float

This was the winning float at the Tickfaw River Mardi Gras Parade 2006.
 Classic...I must say!   Gotta love the humor!

 

Simply Joseph

When I was a teenager, back before I was married (I was a teenager a whole 3 years before marriage) there was a place called "The Pond" nestled in the Piney Woods of Texas. It was a secluded area where teenagers would go. Parents knew what went on at "The Pond" and threatened life and limb if we went. Naturally, teenagers are curious, don't tell them not to do something, and that being so, I found myself at "The Pond" on many occasions. My mother thought I was an innocent little girl but unfortunately there was "Evil Cousin Darlene" who taught me what went on at "The Pond" There was a lot of making out and smoking pot. We were so cool. You must remember I am the product of the 70's and my evil cousin took showing me the ropes very seriously. That was one of the first "Ponds" in my life.

My family owned, up until a year ago, an 8 acre pond in Pecan Island, Louisiana. (Which now is destroyed by Hurricane Rita) We called it appropriately "the Pond". It is where my maternal grandmother lived and where I lived for a time in the first grade. We spent many a summers around that pond. Skipping and a jumping, baiting fishing poles, and catching bass and sac a lait'. I could probably bait a hook before I could walk. My daughter also learned at a very tender age how to cast a rod and reel on the shores of "The Pond". It was a magical place that we all loved. It was a family reunion place. We'd get together there for most holidays. The greenery and scenery was simply beautiful. Yes, folks, I even made out with my very first boyfriend at "The Pond". Evil Cousin Darlene and her boyfriend were doing more than making out so my gentlemanly boyfriend led me away from the vicinity of what she was doing.

I miss that place since they sold it but it seems that now I have happened by chance (there are no coincidences) upon another pond. I have not seen this one before, but I have been told much about it. It symbolizes to me, a place of acceptance. A place where I will be accepted for everything that I am and everything that I am not. A place where I can go and feel comfortable and at home. I have been assured that once I sit beside this pond, I will instantly know that I belong. Everyone will recognize me and welcome me back with open arms as though I had never left. I have been told that the pond is waiting for me. It is a magical place that misses me and has missed me for a very long time. Don't we all need a place where we can go to be ourselves? This place could be real or it could simply be a place in your mind, soul and heart where you connect with the real you. The eternal you that has always been. The person that the creator created you to be. To be one with the nature of the pond.

I must thank my new friend that I have met here in J Land for introducing me to this very special place. The idea of the "POND" has brought joy to me where before I was allowing joy to slip out of my life. He has been so kind as to invite me and I know without a doubt I will be more than a visitor or stranger when I do go. I shall wear white coveralls and have a paintbrush to paint the smile off my face.

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