money

I dreamed I was getting married.  We were in a city ike New York, staying n a high rise apartment.  That morning was hectic, my hair in rollers and I was in a tshirt, jeans and a big white robe.

Someone sent over a regionally renown chef to make us a wedding brunch.  She came in with haphazard bags, a dog, and a cat.  She dimped everything in the galley kitchen, including the animals, and settled into the living room to conduct an interview.  The cat and dog had unsupervised run of the kitchen.

After taking all this in I get notification that a tour group was en route to the apartment - apparently they had booked a brunch with this chef, at this loction, at the same time as our brunch.  I am livid and truly confused.  I take my friend and we go down the street to meet the group.  After they confirm their reservation I graciously lead them up to the apartment, past the interview and straight into the kitchen with the dog and the cat.

They cancel their reservation.

Back on the street I help them book a new reservation at a restaurant down the street.  They are so grateful to me that they crowdfund $2000 and Cashapp it to me immediately.  I try to decline but they insist, then go off to enjoy their brunch.

Back in the apartment more people have come in and left various luggage and things all over.  As we pick our way through I come across a bag full of white envelopes.  There is money overflowing it, and the envelopes all have my name written in cursive.  I am floored.  I am overjoyed.  I start to cry and just chant "thank you, thank you" over and over.

Alone

 I dreamed I went home to MS to visit family.  On the day I was to return to AL I woke up just in time to see my mom (currently deceased) and my cousin climb into a vehicle and drive off, presumably to go to Mom's cancer appointment.  They didn't even say goodbye.

I felt sad, but this wasn't entirely unexpected.  I go to pack my things in the truck I was driving home and realized it was one that had been lent to me.  I decided I wanted to "strike out on my own" so I was going to find my own way back, without the truck.  As I am unpacking it a construction crew comes rumbling down our little country road fixing power lines.  One of the trucks runs directly into our yard and drops a utility pole across the truck while also pushing the truck into the side of the house. 

I was freaked out, devastated, confused, and in hysterics.  How was I going to explain this to my mom and my cousin?  Who would believe me, as the construction crew now rumbled on down the road?  

I went back into the house and Big DeeDee from Half & Half (my favorite show), is in the kitchen staring at the stove.  She is wearing silk pajamas and, though she doesn't really cook she is making herself breakfast.  I tell her what happened but she shrugs it off, saying "I'm too rich to care".  But she does sit down with me as I break down and cry.  Tears dry pretty quickly, though, and we watch a game show.

At 11:05am I suddenly jump up - I remember I was supposed to be at work at 8am!  I haven't even logged in to let my team know I would have to work remote, and now all my jobs are late.  I fumble with my phone, trying to send a hangout to the team, but the battery is nearly dead and I can hardly see the screen to type.  I go into hysterics again, Big DeeDee patting my back and yawning sympathetically, as I wail "I can't do this anymore!"

And then I wake up with a headache.

The last of the beginning

7 months ago we were victims of an apartment fire.

While we weren't burned out, we did endure a lot of soot and water damage.  We were unable to return to living in the apartment and had to be moved by our complex into a new apartment.

We lost our kitty cat in the fire, as well.

There are so many facets to this event that are difficult, complicated, varied.  We had to deal with this event on so many different levels.  We are still dealing with this event on some.

This morning I finally had the desire, energy, and determination to wash the last of the dishes we had to pack up in a haste when we left the old apartment.  There were about 6 pieces, all cast iron.

It took a long time because I knew that there would be a need for elbow grease, stamina, and time.  I just didn't want to commit that.

I felt like I had committed so much to this event.  I still understand that I have a long way to go in dealing with this. 

I'm TERRIBLE when it comes to dealing with grief.  I can identify it.  I definitely know what it feels like and I know what it is to experience it.

But dealing?  I don't.  I shut down.  I immediately pivot and look for someone or something that needs my support so that I don't have to consider my own issues.

And so they fester.  I hide them, or refuse to acknowledge them, and just let them fester behind doors that I refuse to open.  I'll walk past my grief a thousand times, knowing the damage I am doing and that the work when I have to confront this will be that much harder.

I doubt I'm an anomaly in this. 

I understand that not putting in the effort all at once to get "back to normal" after the fire was a form of grief.  An anti-action, not just an inaction.  I understand that walking past those dishes each day, even when I stood right next to them and washed other dishes was a way of not dealing with what happened.

I am beginning to understand emotional and psychological survival.  I am starting to see how sometimes our actions are born from trying to shut ourselves off emotionally from trauma.  Sure, I helped move our stuff from our old apartment into this new one, and I unpacked what I could; shopped for new mattresses, supplies, food.  When we got our dishes unpacked I soaked what we could in vinegar and helped scrub utensils.

But I never stopped working.  I exhausted my body and mind so that I would be too tired to think about what was happening to us.  I did not give myself time to accept that we would live for the first time without cats.  We went without what we were used to for so long because we just didn't want to have to recap the whole event.  We didn't always react so well when we were confronted with memories.

Washing and seasoning those last few pieces of cast iron is not a major event.  It does mark a significant point, though - kind of an end to the beginning of a new era in our lives - the time after the fire. 

The time after we left Sylvester in the apartment because we thought we'd be back, but we weren't and he died. 

The time after we got completely derailed in our plans to buy a house and move toward opening our own businesses and would need to start again. 

The time after we were doing so well with our finances, finally, after so long of living paycheck to paycheck.

But also a beginning.  We can reevaluate.  We can take a second look and do things better.  What was working then might work even better a bit differently now.  We may be tired but we can still try.

Grad

Part one
My school is located in the church cemetery.  Teacher lives in a crypt - he is near death so starts calling us in one by one to berate us but also give us heirlooms.  One classmate gets a sleeve of extremely rare large coin sized dishes worth millions.

Come home; former coworker has moved in with a dog.  He had a bad day at work so baked brownies and made coffee.

Nearing end of the semester and classmates plus their spouses from high school show up on my porch with green robes for ceremony.  We all don them and practice taking pictures for my big day.

Goo

Dreamed I was in a school building and a guy was in line with me. He was super nervous.  When we got inside we faced a very pretty but bitchy girl he had sexually assaulted a few years back.  He wanted to come back and apolgize to her and lso introduce her to his wife and daughter.

The girl and her sister refused and the girl actually got so angry and scared that she overheated and zapped the guy into a puddle of goo.  Her sister wiped him up with a paper towel. 

A cat came along and begin licking the towel, so we had to try and wrestle it  away, put it in a ziplock bag, and trek across town to the science lab to try and clone him.

Sagittarius

Sometimes I think we Sags are a conglomeration of the rest of the zodiac.  Maybe because our sign is "arched" outward and upward, we missed the more obvious traits of our zodiac kin and thus emulate inadvertently?

For instance, Sags are mostly known for being emotionless and full of adventure.  But also:

We are quite optimistic, but can be super short tempered like an Aries

It can be hard but we can be loyal to the right person, like Taurus.  However, we can be so bullheaded!

The twins, ye olde Gemini, are so two-faced sometimes.  Sadly we Sags can be just as dirty, though we at least are engaging and energetic about it...

We can definitely be just as emotional as a Cancer, though we love to dish out advice and care like most Cancers, too.

Who's more friendly than a cuddly Leo?  Obviously a Sag, but don't slip up and tell us because our egos can be massive...

It's mostly hidden, but we Sags tend to be A-Types, perfectionists, even, just like our fellow Virgos.  But it's only because we're so good at everything, just like them...

I've noticed that many Sagittarius tend to get involved in social justice.  Much like Libras, we strive to be fair and balanced...but also like Libras, we can be so darned indecisive.

Scorpios are so moody sometimes, but when they are on a happy streak they will exhaust you with their passions.  Who else does that sound like?  (Hint:  Sagittarius)

There's a reason why Sagittarius is a fire sign.  Like Capricorn, we are driven to success...but if you cross us, we will instantly cut you off.  So cold blooded...

Ah, Aquarius, so full of love for humanity and good will.  These traits are quite apparent in Sagittarius too, and also like Aquarius we can be perceived as distant and lost in our own ideals...

It's so easy to hurt the feelings of a Pisces.  This is because sometimes their imagination and creativity knows no bounds.  We Sags are this, but we might not tell you about it.

Ref:  https://zodiacfire.com/best-worst-trait-zodiac-sign/

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Rotty Strawberry

Dream: I just dreamed that Reg and I were staying at a very large bed and breakfast.  I walked around and found there were a lot of dogs and puppies on the property.  One was a big Rotweiller and he followed me back to the bedroom in which we were staying and literally started talking to Reggie.  The dog told Reggie that he was the dog's pet forever and had to do whatever the dog said.  Then the dog brought out one of those science project boards - it was covered in pink felt.  He folded it and then started putting information about how to grow strawberries all over it.  When Reg went over to help him, the dog proudly told us this was his daughter's science project.

copy laundry

Y'all ready for another crazy dream? My print shop friends will get a kick out of this one: I dreamed I was invited to a party. Before it started someone handed me a label off a hair bottle and asked for a double sided copy. I go to the laundromat (?) nearby and attempt the copy on cardstock. I. Cannot. Figure out. How to get the sides to line up...but I can get two copies of the label to print on the same side of paper... Mind you, during my time in the laundromat I teach someone how to use a black and white copier, a fax machine, and a color copier. And I think I loaded a washer. 😂 All the while getting super frustrated that I can't make this darned copy! I finally say to myself "ok, Becca, either you make this copy or you wake up." I woke up....

Jurassic dream

Y'all ready for another crazy dream of mine?

I dreamed I worked in a large, opaque unmarked highrise. Inside we would bend time and space to create "portal balls" - bouncy, stretchy, and looked like liquid filled spheres that captured and jetted all the monsters and animals used in sci-fi or horror movies back to a time or place where they actually existed. Think Alien, Jurassic Park, ...and Disney.

Anyway, one day we were working with interstellar monsters and word got out to the activists who were against our work so they waited until we left for the day (my coworkers and I always left after dusk and traveled in different directions) to attack the building. When we were alerted we rushed back, but before I could get inside I rounded a corner of the building that had some high grass and realized some of the woodland creatures in Bambi had escaped and learned how to duplicate themselves. I had to convince their leader to round up his crew, go back inside, and we would discuss the consequences of them trying to take over Earth after I finished saving these activists from horror and sci-fi creatures who could easily overpower them.

Surprisingly, their cute furry leader was agreeable and even offered to help fight.

Once we got inside of course utter chaos ensued. Some of the activists had gotten into some serums we were using to keep the portal balls round and so they were in some weird trance and trying to climb through walls using ice ladders (yeah, I dunno).

I don't remember how we subdued everyone but I think it involved trapping some of them in other worlds before the authorities got there.

And then I woke up. Happy Monday, Folks!

work drinking dream

Y'all ready for another dream story? This one is about work...

As you know I work for a printing and manufacturing company. In my dream I was brought back a job that had two components - some drafts and a flipbook that kind of looked like coupons. I discovered a print error on the first page of the coupon book so pulled a manager over to help me figure out the job number - oddly none of the tracking paperwork came back with the job. We consulted one lady in our Quality department via WebEx (odd because the quality department is right behind Client Services) but she wasn't able to answer our questions. Suddenly the manager and I were pulled in through the WebEx back through time and space where we landed in a kitchen. There was a big fire going at the hearth and pot of bubbling...something. Three old sisters came in and started preparing tea over powdered sugar (what?) And chanting. The Quality lady was there and she says "this tea will help you see the job number. You must drink!"

And then I woke up.

Green cloud

Y'all ready for another crazy dream?

I dreamed I went to the beach with a friend.  We got there near dusk so decided to attend a party happening at the hotel pool.  After greeting people and general horsing around I curled up in a corner of the pool and fell asleep.  Everyone left at 10pm when the pool closed but I slept until 1am. 

I decided to take the long way back to the room so walked through a field.  The moon was full so I tried to take a pic.  When I stopped walking a bunch of cows came running down the hill toward me, I suppose thinking I was there to feed them.  There was a fence between us but one calf got out and tried to eat my phone.

At this point the sun came out and seemed very close to Earth.  It was a rare cosmic occurance, and during the event the clouds were a rainbow of colors.  I walked around the hill chasing the chance to capture a pic of a pretty green cloud when I came upon a parking lot.  There a lady with her 4 girls were sitting on a couch watching tv, completely oblivious to the cosmic show going on, and the youngest girl started screaming at me to feed her.  Her older sister stood nearby and instructed me to "run, as she does this with everyone."  I nodded to the older girl and turned to walk toward the hotel.

And then I woke up.

Totality

Finally home.  Praise God for traveling grace.

I cannot explain just how awesomely amazing watching...experiencing a total eclipse is.  Totality is...incredible.  Words nor pictures of the event do this day justice, truly.  I cannot speak about reactions in other places but the park where we watched was jammed packed with people of all types and from all places, but once totality was achieved every single person was on their feet and cheering like we'd all just won some lottery.

I want to believe we all for about 2 minutes forgot everything except that moment and just reached with our souls to truly see how awesome and magnificent this....thing outside ourselves truly was.  Nature and science melded into this most beautiful event, and I completely understand why people chase total eclipses now.  I am so happy and blessed to have been able to see it, and to stand with friends to witness it.

My favorite part was watching the corona appear.  There is something magical and mystical about those tendrils whipping about the circumference of the moon.  I could truly stand there and stare at it, memorize every single bit forever.

Falling asleep at dawn

The mist pulled up, slower this time  but darker, and Becca realized she had been dropped again:

This time was a little different.  She felt slight, and shorter.  The darkness stayed a bit longer and she realized she had just been given instruction.  Then she saw a dark shoe.

Footprints.

Flowers.

Her eyes adjusted and she realized she was wearing a dark uniform.  And holding a child.

As they walked slowly forward more details came into play.  A classroom.  A white teacher and Hispanic aide.  Children quietly putting together puzzles at tables.  Becca looked down again.  She had her arms around a little Black girl whose eyes were open but the child obviously could not see.  Becca was leading the child toward a small back room, one step at a time, as the teacher's aide called out colors corresponding to the painted figures on the floor. 

Once they reached the room, the child perched on the edge of a hard chair, annoyed but patient.  Becca looked around and realized this was an office full of supplies.  The opposite door stood open to a bathroom.  "I have to pee," the girl stated flatly.  "The teacher sighed as she ripped open a packet of needles. "You know the rule.  Medicine first, but you have to learn your colors.  You took longer than you should have today so you don't get lunch."

Becca was stunned.  The girl was blind, around 8 years old.  The child didn't move, nor did she cry.  Then Becca realized that this had happened before.  The details slowly flooded in - she was a security guard in this New York classroom, and one of her duties was to guide this girl to recess, the bathroom, lunch, and to the bus.

The details of the room shifted and became hazy.  Suddenly Becca was in a busy hallway, and she realized she was downstairs from the classroom.  She was herself, but not yet fully fully formed.  No one saw her staring at the ceiling but everyone heard the shouting.

"She's a kid!  You are her teacher!  How dare you deny her food??!" Diane shouted.  She was the real guard, and she had her arm protectively around the girl.  The teacher, shocked, shouted back "Know your place.  You know the rules.  I don't have time to accommodate her so if she has to go to the bathroom before her time then she loses time elsewhere.  I'll have your job for insubordinance..." The yelling faded as more authorities came.

Becca felt confused.  Why was she here? 

Fast forward in time, and Diane was being escorted down the stairs.  She left the school in a huff, and Becca hurried to catch up.  Diane was muttering to herself as she stomped down the sidewalk.

"I never should have come to New York.  These people are cruel.  Awful ass bitch.  She is just a blind kid!"  Diane was livid.

"What would you have done instead of New York?"  Becca asked.  Diane whirled around, eyes blazing.  "I should have finished my degree.  I wanted to sing so I came here."

"They have night school..." Becca started
"I work nights sometimes," Diane snapped.
"What about class before, and switching to all nights?"  Becca suggested.
"I didn't finish high school."
"We can work toward a GED."
"I hate my job," Diane moaned.
"Let's see what else is out there." Becca slid her arm around Diane's shoulders and slipped some brochures into her hands.  "There are options.  We get better then we come back and help her."

Diane smiled, her fear and relief making her eyes shiny. "We won't forget her?"

"Oh no," Becca assured her.  "We won't forget."

Happy - a dream

The shroud lifted, and somewhere in dreaming Becca's mind she knew she had been "dropped in" again:

She found herself sitting on a front porch surrounded by young people.  She could tell by the looks on their faces they were uncomfortable, though they tried hard not to show it much.  She felt shell shocked.  She knew it showed on her face.

"You look beautiful," she said, probably again for the hundredth time, to a stunning girl with smooth dark skin and short afro.  The girl sat opposite her, near the edge of the blue porch, in an almost too big for her wedding gown.  There were diamond gems blinking down her bodice.  She seemed ethereal.

The dress crinkled under a blue denim coat.  It, along with skinny brown arms belonging to a young man barely twenty, wrapped protectively around the girl.  The girl smiled grimly at her surprise guest but said nothing.  Her groom leaned in slightly and responded "thank you."

Becca gave it one last shot:  "Will you dance?"  The girl answered quickly before thinking, "after you leave"  Blood drained from her face but she did not bite back her words.  The smaller kids sitting around her briefly stopped their fidgeting, but they chose not to respond to the command.  Becca nodded sadly, understanding.  The girl could see.  Everyone could see.

Becca rose clumsily to her feet.  "I'll go.  This was... lovely." How did she know?

She was halfway across the yard, not sure where she was going.  There was a road so some primitive thought said follow.  She wore slim pants and a thin coat, and felt a purse over her shoulder.  Perhaps there was money for a cab.  Perhaps there were keys.  Having just "arrived" in this body, as often happened in her dreams, she'd figure it out later when she was away from prying eyes.

Laughing, an older girl and her mother rounded the corner of the house.  They had been singing and dancing.  Noticing Becca's departure, the girl reached and grabbed Becca's arm. "Where are you going??"  She spun Becca and regarded the porch occupants, her gaze softening.  "It's a wedding.  won't you stay and dance?"

"Oh, no, I..." Becca faltered.  "I don't want to intrude.  They seem so happy, and I..."

"You what?  You don't want happy?  You don't want them to be happy??"  the older girl's grip tightened on Becca's jacket.  Becca sensed the connection just as the girl's voice sharpened.  "You don't want my sister to be happy?"

"No, of course I do!  She has her whole life, and I..." Paranoia gripped Becca as she groped for the right words.  She just wanted to get away, find her bearings.  Who was she?  "She is so young but she has made her choice to be happy.  I want the chance to do the same."

36 Becca Truths

Facts and opinions of yours truly

1.  I was born in Detroit, MI
2.  I was adopted when I was 15 days old.  
3.  For the first 5 years of my life I lived with my aunt (I called her my grandmother), her husband (I called him my dad), her daughter (I called her my sister) and saw my mom and Papa on weekends.
4.  I am a huge Mississippi State fan.  I am also a USM fan.  I will probably cheer for any school in Mississippi EXCEPT for TSUN. 
5.  I cheer for the Detroit Lions, Oakland Raiders and New Orleans Saints, but I’m not really an NFL fan.  I did pay more attention to the Cowboys this year.
6.  I’ve been in college entirely too long lol.  I spent 3 years at MS State, 1 year at UAB and… 6 years at Jeff State.  In my defense, I am paying for the Associates myself so I can only go when I have money :-D After this last class I will have an Associates in Art.  I do plan to continue my Sociology degree at Montevallo.
7.  As long as they aren’t playing State I’ll cheer for Auburn.  I'll ALWAYS cheer for UAB (Go Blazers!).  I’ll also cheer for South Alabama, UWA, UNA, AAMU, and ASU.  I’ll probably never cheer for that school in Tuscaloosa.
8. I am a brother of Kappa Kappa Psi, the best co-ed band service fraternity in the world.
9. I LOVE coffee. 
10.  I LOVE dark beer.  Coffee stouts & oatmeal stouts are favorites.  
11.  One time, long ago when I was still in junior high, I had a poem published in a compendium that was bound and sold.  I do not remember the name of it and I don’t even remember which poem I submitted.  
12.  When I was younger I would watch Star Wars every year when it came on network TV.  I had a huge crush on Darth Vader.
13.  I want to open a video game lounge, or barcade as I call it…but I’m not a gamer.  I don’t even really have a favorite video game character.  There are two console games I used to love:  Dinowars and Dr. Mario.  Anything else past those two and I’m clueless
14.  I have 5 favorite colors.  In order of preference:  gray, fuchsia, silver, orange, blue
15. My second favorite flower was my mom’s favorite:  sunflowers
16.  My favorite flower is any type of lily
17.  The first family pet I remember was Dan.  He was a mutt who lived at my grandmother’s house.  He was the best ever
18.  I have a rap name!  I haven’t produced anything under it yet but I still think I might form a girl group one day.  My rap name is Bex B-Wrecka
19.  The name of my girl group is going to be BoyShort. 
20.  I rarely drink Starbucks, but when I do, I almost always go for a Cinnamon Dolce Latte
21.  I want to travel out of the country one day!   My first stop is Morocco.  I also want to visit Belize and Tibet.
22.  My dream sports car is a Bentley Continental GT convertible
23. Pancakes, peanut butter, potatoes, and steak are food groups for me.  But I’m not a picky eater :-P 
24. My favorite cake is birthday cake – no sprinkles.  
25.  I don’t like peppermint candy but I love peppermint tea
26. I’m allergic to cherries and mushrooms.  Every once in a while I’ll have a weird reaction to fruit.  A lot of times my skin will react to air.
27. Coca Cola is better than Pepsi.  It’s my birthday and I say so, so end-o story-o  :-D
28.  I really do believe that being kind does not always equal being nice.  As I get older that has become an interestingly complicated lesson to master.
29.  I do not want kids.  I actually never wanted any.  When we first got married Reg and I discussed having up to 5, and even came up with names.  Now we can barely keep up with the two cats and the turtle we room with :-P
30. I really only go to the movies for the popcorn.
31.  I sometimes miss living in the country but I do enjoy the conveniences of the city.  I also think Jones County and Oktibbeha County, MS are truly God’s Country.  Pass the sweet tea, please.
32.  My favorite story of all time is The Wizard of Oz.  A close second is the book Clover by Dori Sanders.  
33. I am discovering a love for hot tea.  On a good day I have 4 cups – 1 on the drive to work, 1 after coffee, 1 after lunch, and 1 before bed.  Good way to get water in, too.
34.  I LOVE puns.  The cheesier the better.  
35.  My favorite insect is the dragonfly and my favorite fish is a minnow.

36.  I love to travel and really enjoy coastal areas.  I’m not the biggest beach person but I do love being near water.

Fun fact:  I was going to do this last year but I couldn’t think of 35 things that were interesting enough to pen.  Now I can actually think of more than 36 things.

There's never enough time

https://youtu.be/Was9guQJ-0g

One of Mom's favorite stories - the Geese

Another treasure uncovered in Mom's lit:

A Lesson from the Geese - honking on the back pew of the church

‘The next time you see geese heading south for the winter flying in a "V" formation, you might be interested in knowing what science has discovered about why they fly that way. It has been learned that as each bird flaps its wings, it  creates an uplift for the bird immediately following it.  By flying in a "V" formation the whole flock adds at least 71% greater flying range than if each bird flew on its own.

Christians who share a common direction and a sense of unity can get where they are travelling on the thrust and uplift of one another.

Whenever a goose falls out of formation, it suddenly feels the draft and resistance of trying to go it alone and quickly gets back into formation to take advantage of the uplifting power of the bird immediately in front. If we have as much sense as a goose, we will stay in formation with those who are headed the same way we are going. When the lead goose gets tired, it rotates to the back of  the formation and another goose takes the lead.

It pays to take turns doing hard jobs with others at church, as with geese flying south.

The geese honk from behind to encourage those up front to keep up their speed.  What do we say when we honk from behind? ...

Finally, when a goose gets sick, or is wounded and falls out of formation, two other geese fall out of formation and follow it down to help and protect it.  They stay with the wounded goose until it is able to fly again, and then they launch out on their own or with another formation, to catch up with their original group.  If people knew we would stand by them like that in the church, they would push down the walls to get in.’

That is the image that we, as a fellowship, would always want to project?  …. And that is precisely what we are striving to do!     We are a congregation, led by the Holy Spirit, (symbolized in Celtic theology as a ‘Wild Goose’) in the direction, God wants us to journey in faith; always seeking, as a team, to share our God-given gifts and talents - encouraging one another; caring for the weak, and displaying our togetherness in Christ Jesus.

The apostle Paul put it this way:  ‘Your life in Christ makes you strong, and his love comforts you.  You have fellowship with the Spirit and you have kindness and compassion for one another.  I urge you, then, to make me completely happy by having the same thoughts, sharing the same love, and being one in soul and mind.  Don’t do anything from selfish ambition or from a cheap desire to boast, but be humble towards one another, always considering others better than yourselves.  And look out for one another’s interests, not just for your own.  The attitude that you should have is the one that Christ Jesus had.’  (Philippians 2:1)

Quotes my mommy liked

Came across these quotes in Mom's things:

Being a mother is my most important role in life - Theresa Russell

A mother never realize that her children are no longer children - Holbrook Jackson

The finest inheritance you can give to a child is to allow it to make its own way, completely on its own feet. - Isadora Duncan

A mother is neither cocky, nor proud, because she knows the school principal may call at any minute to report that her child had just driven a motorcycle through the gymnasium. - Marty Kay Blakely

Cleaning your house while your kids are still growing is like shoveling the walk before it stops snowing - Phyllis Diller

Never lend your car to anyone to whom you have given birth. - Erma Bombeck

My mommy's poems - Don't Quit!

My mother was also an avid reader.  She loved print, poetry, fiction, nonfiction, etc.  You should see her library.

I came across this piece she printed and had in her possessions.

Don't Quit!

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will, when the road you're trudging seems all up hill, when the funds are low, and the debts are high, and you want tos mile, but you have to sigh, when care is pressing you down a bit, rest if you must, but don't you quit!

Life is queer with its twists and turns, as every one of us sometimes learns, and many a failure turns about, when he might have won had he stuck it out.  don't give up though the pace seems lsow, you may succeed with another blow.

Success is failure turned inside out, the silver tint of the clouds of doubt, and you never can tell how close you are, it may be near when it seems so far.  So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit, it's when things seem worse, that you must not quit.  


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