Posts made in May, 2010
HOW ANNOYING!
When, pray tell, did it become so taxing to make a phone call, that the whole world has had to go to automated calling?!? How many automated calls do you get a day? I get them from the doctors office, confirming appointments, I get them from the drug store telling me my prescriptions are due to be refilled, I get them from political groups asking me to join their cause, I get them from the politicians themselves asking me to vote for them, I get them from churches telling me to bring my children to VBS, I get them from credit card companies telling me my bill is past due…and I don’t even have their card!!! I get them from my college asking me to help send some one’s else’s child to college. Yeah, right. And, then I find myself wasting a perfectly good ‘mad’, because there is no one on the other end to be mad at….only a machine.
No. No, that is not a picture of me. But, it is possible that I have a somewhat similar look on my face when I get the 5th phone call in a day asking me to vote for so and so for Governor! Or Commissioner. Or Judge.
Today…yes, today, SUNDAY, I have received 5 calls asking for my vote. I just hang up. But, it’s not like I’m being rude or anything…it’s just a machine!!! If they don’t care enough to ask for my vote in person…I don’t care enough to vote for them.
And, polls. Do you get phone calls asking your opinion about people running for some office? I had one of these the other day. It was from a real person. The man asked who I was going to vote for for something. I told him, and he wanted to know why I was not going to vote for his candidate. I told him it was because I had heard that his candidate hired people to make annoying phone calls to voters in the state where they asked silly and annoying questions. He thanked me and hug up.
This just happened…I promise…just now as I am writing this. In the spirit of full disclosure, it is now Monday afternoon now. My phone just rang. It.was.from.a.candidate. This is the first one that used his name on the caller ID. He has quite a funky name to be running for an office…his name is Young B**zer! Those ** are o’s. Can you imagine saying Governor B**zer? I mean, he may be a fine person, and this is in no way saying anything about him as a person. But, I’d say he has at least one strike against him before he even starts. Just my opinion.
I have caller ID. If I do not know the name…I will not answer. If it says ‘private number’, I will not answer. If it is from another area code, with no name, I will not answer. If it is just a bunch of letters, I will not answer. But, you? I’ll always take a call from you……….as long as you don’t ask me who I’m voting for!!!
OOPS!
Don’t know why the picture below turned out to be GIGANTIC!!!!! And Ian isn’t available to ask. SO….please excuse my ignorance. I’ll do better…one day!
HERO IN A VAN
For some reason, I have never been close to anyone who has been off to a war. That I know of, at least. There is a possibility that some of my cousins may have gone to serve…and if they have…speak up, family…let me know. My Pop was in the Navy, and my niece’s husband is in the Guard.
But recently, I found myself sharing a ride with a hero. There was me, and 2 couple riding on a tourist van. Let’s call them Back Couple and Side couple. I was alone for just a few minutes, and then at a motel stop, two couples came to ride with me. They were all prepared for a day on the beach. From the way the were acting, I do not think they knew each other.
Back Man…”This is the life, no working, just laying out and playing all day. I could really get used to this.”
Back Woman…”Seems to me you have gotten used to it, but, it’s time to grow up and get a job.”
Back Man…”Watch out woman. We’re paying our bills and we got food on the table. The kids have toys, and we are on a fine vacation.”
Back Woman…”That’s because I’m working double shifts at the hospital…and I am tired. I want to be able to spend some time with the kids.”
Back Man…”Well, you know how hard it is to get a job.” Then addressing the Side Man, he said, “What kind of work do you do?”
Side Man…”Well, I’m not working at all right now. But, I plan to get busylooking next week. I’ve got a baby on the way!”
Back Man says to Side Woman…”You working?”
Side Woman…”Yes, I’ve been cleaning houses. That’s the only thing I could find. But, it’s paying well.
Back Man to Side Man…”Well, Man, you just need to take it easy. Let your Old Lady work. You got no worries!”
Side Man…”No, this vacation is my time to take it easy. I’ll be finding a job next week. Then she can rest.”
Back Man…” How long you been out of work, Man?”
Side Man…” Oh, I haven’t been out of work. I’ve been in Afghanistan, and Iraq.”
Back Man…”You are crazy! You couldn’t pay me to go over there. All that shooting and bombs and those crazy folks that live there. You get shot at much?”
Side Man…with a quick glance at his wife…”Nah, not much.”
Side Woman…”I’m just glad to have him home. And, he doesn’t have to go back.”
Back Man…”Well, I wouldn’t have gone over there in the first place. You crazy, Man. You can’t tell what those folks will do. No, you wouldn’t ever see me going over there.”
Back Woman…looking very disgusted at the Back Man…” No, you wouldn’t have gone. You won’t even work in the States, you sure wouldn’t work overseas in the army. That’s way too much work for you.” She finished her sentence and then turned her back and looked out the window.
Back Man looked around, chest puffed out, wanting the rest of us passengers to see what a fine man he was.
Side Woman looked up at her husband and smiled.
Side Man leaned over and kissed her. She lay her head on his shoulder.
Older, But Still Cute, Woman…looking at the Side Man…”Excuse me, Sir, but I’d like to thank you for being willing to serve our country. I appreciate you and your wife for sacrificing for people like me. To me, you are a hero.”
Side Man: with tears in his eyes,”It was my privilege, Ma’am…my privilege.”
And,the five of us rode in silence to the beach drop off. Side Man and Woman got off, smiling and anxious to go play in the beautiful sand and surf.
The Back Man got up and walked to the front of the bus. He turned around and looked at Back Woman, who was still sitting and looking out the window, “Woman, You coming?”
She slowly got up and followed him. He ran off, fancy free, while she was struggling with two floats and a big beach bag and towels. I watched out the window as the Side Man and Side Woman noticed her. They went to her and took the floats and the bag…and the three of them walked off toward the beach…
I rode on, alone, to the hotel. I’ve thought of that many times since then…and today seemed to be the time to share.
Happy Memorial Day!
SHARING YOUR GIFTS
I have a pretty good idea of the person I am. I know many things about myself…some I’m proud of, some…not so much. One of the things I struggled with at one time was affirming other people. I don’t know why…if it was envy or just not thinking. Whatever, God impressed upon me that that was something I should be doing. I needed to look for the gifts that He had given to others and learn to appreciate the good things they did with their gifts. And, so I have made that a concious effort. And, as I have practiced this, I find that God has blessed me with seeing things through another set of eyes. And, many times, I see way more than I would on my own.
Today, a friend of mine, who is a very talented photographer, took some of my words to heart and has written a delightful post. I urge you to go over and read it. I promise you that you will be blessed…and what a feast for the eyes. Just click here and you’ll be whisked over there. It’s one of those computer things that seems almost magical…and never to be understood by some amoung us!
About Me
I am a Christian woman who has survived 56 years on the planet. God has blessed me with a wonderful family: husband, 3 sons and a dear DIL. I also have dear friends to keep me inspired. I am an artist of sorts and am finding my way through the great blessing of retirement. I recently retired after 20 years as a music teacher. Life is good!
My Parents
Me & Don
Gatherings
