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It’s Random Time!

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Today I want to take a leaf from Derek Mansker’s Lego Jar posts.   It’s random time!  My 4 and 2 yo grandchildren were here for a week recently.    The older one (boy) had the green-eyed monster taking over all week.  You see, he has a fractured clavicle, and had to sleep in another bed and not with Grandma and Marilyn.  He was so not happy.  So all week if she hugged, he hugged; if she wanted something, he wanted it.  What a week it was!!!  We all survived though.

 

Today was go home day.  Grandson has decided his family needs to move here and become my neighbors.  Then he could come and see me every day like he does my dad right now.  At lunch, he spent about 15 minutes making a very detailed map.  As we headed toward the meeting place to give them back to the parents, he was peering closely at his map.  I went a different way to the interstate, and he said, “Grandma, you’re going the wrong way.  You have to go that way (pointing).  I explained the different route.  He kept looking at the map all the way and pointing out when we reached certain places.  He’d say something like, “Yup, that’s it.  You gotta go this way to get to my house, Grandma.”  If you can make anything out of this map, let me know.  It looks like a mess to me, but he was very serious about following it.  I hope he’ll be that serious about following God’s map for his life!

 

Marilyn (2) didn’t want to go home today.  She kept taking my face and saying, “You MY gramma!” before kissing me.  So sweet!  Wouldn’t it be great if we loved God so much that we grabbed ahold of Him and said, “You MY God!” on a regular basis?  We’re always wanting a blessing from Him, but how often do we seek to bless Him?

 

Last week, when we went down to pick up the kids (and work on Son’s trailer), Marilyn kept trying to sneak off with a honey packet my Dad had on his tray.  She finally stomped her foot and said, “It’s fo my mouth!”   She didn’t get it, but that was so hard to resist!  Do we long for the temporary “sweetness” of sin?

 

When we arrived to pick them up, I was met at the van by the two youngest.  Roland was jumping around and excited for about 10 feet.  Then he suddenly remembered his fractured clavicle.  He stopped, bent the hurt shoulder down and put his hand on it, moaned, and walked like that the rest of the way.  Hmmm.   All week he would suddenly remember his injury when it was convenient.  Do we have ‘convenient’ injuries we use as an excuse not to do something for God or others?

 

I have no doubt that my youngest granddaughter is the smartest of the 4.  Why?  She’s very good at flying under the radar.  When Marilyn gets quiet, it’s time to PANIC!  You can be certain she’s doing something she’s not supposed to do.  The picture shows one incidence that happened this week.

 

She took the inside out of a marker.  Fortunately, soaking in soapy water returned all but under her nails to the right color.  Grandma had a few blue spots though.  What do we do when we think no one is looking?  Do we think it’s ok to do what we want as long as we don’t get caught?

 

Welcome to a glimpse into my world!

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The Power of a Smile

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There is something you own that you can give away and still keep:  your smile.

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Smile 2 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Have you ever had a down day and someone’s smile lightened your load?  I have, and I try to remember there are others out there who need a smile too.  A smile is like a ray of sunshine bursting forth through the clouds.  It uplifts both the giver and the receiver.  Today I’d like to share some quotes with you about smiling.  I hope these will put a smile on YOUR face!

http://www.coolnsmart.com/smile_quotes/

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One smile can’t change the world, but your smile changes mine. –Laurie

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Keep a smile on your face and let your personality be your autograph. — Unknown

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So many languages in the world, and a smile speaks them all. –Unknown

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Today, if a smile comes to you, a happy smile that perhaps you can’t explain, it’s because in that moment I am thinking of you and smiling too. –Unknown

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If you’re not using your smile, you’re like a man with a million dollars in the bank and no checkbook.
– Les Giblin

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What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are but trifles, to be sure, but scattered along the life’s pathway, the good they do is inconceivable.
– Joseph Addison

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Today, give a stranger one of your smiles. It might be the only sunshine he sees all day.  –Unknown

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A smile of encouragement at the right moment may act like sunlight on a closed-up flower; it may be the turning point for a struggling life.

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A smile is a light in the window of the soul, indicating that the heart is at home. –Unknown

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All these quotes and many more can be found here:  http://www.coolnsmart.com/smile_quotes/

♫You can smile

♫When you can’t say a word

♫You can smile

♫When you cannot be heard

♫You can smile

♫Whether cloudy or gray!

♫You can smile any time of the day!

(Anyone remember this little ditty?

above or below 🙂

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♫♪ It isn’t any trouble just to S-M-I-L-E!

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♫♪If you’re ever in trouble,

♫♪it will vanish like a bubble

♫♪If you only take the trouble

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Birthday Bash

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Happy Birthday to Me!

Happy Birthday to Me! (Photo credit: jo-h)

Saturday was my birthday.  I was born on my parent’s first wedding anniversary, so it would have been their 55th.  The birthday was great.  My mother-in-law was here and she was able to sing Happy Birthday to me, even though she said “dear lady” instead of Angie.  The thing is that for many years, my mother-in-law was always the first one to sing to me on my birthday.  She called in the morning, and it was something to look forward to.  It’s been a few years now since I’ve heard that song from her, and it made my day!  It’s important to remember that, sometimes, it’s the little things that really make an impact.

Sunday was the big day, however.  My husband’s birthday was last Tuesday.  He was away for work, so we couldn’t celebrate.  So, Sunday was celebration day for both of us.  My request to my middle-born was for him to come and go to church with me, and he did 😀  He came in and sat by Grandma Ginny and we had a hard time keeping her quiet because she wanted to talk to him and talk to us about him:)  My oldest and family did not make it till after church, because my daughter-in-law had to work in the morning.  The oldest grandkids were with their dad this weekend, so we missed them:(  They sent me some beautiful hand-made cards though!

So, we had all our kids, two grandkids, Grandma Ginny, and a family friend here for steak on the grill and lots of other goodies.  We had a great time.  One The middle child :Dof my favorite things {TMI warning} is when I’m in the bathroom, which shares a wall with the dining room, and I hear all the laughter and talking going on out there.  I just love to listen to it and feel blessed 😀  [and for my writer friends-I know 😀 is not a punctuation mark, but it expresses how I feel.]  About 4pm, the middle son had left for work and friend gone to work too.  I tried to lay down for a minute when I hear this voice.  Hmmm, that sounds like Glenna.  Couldn’t be!  Eventually, I went out to investigate and my Uncle Dave and his wife, Glenna had come down!  I didn’t get my nap, but naps don’t matter in the scheme of things.  The important thing is family and friends and spending time together.  That’s what I wanted for my birthday, and that’s what I got!  What could be better?

Building MemoriesPart of the backbone of communication is building memories by spending time together.  My Uncle and I tell people we are twins.  I am one month older than he is, but we are a LOT alike!  We can make a half statement and the other knows exactly what’s coming.  We know each other so well that communication doesn’t even have to involve words.  It’s an intuitive thing based on years of memory building and time spent together.  It is built and maintained on connection.

The same is true of communication with God.  We build our relationship with Him by spending time with Him, listening to Him, sharing experiences with Him, and just getting to know Him.  Trust is built.  An intuitive knowing of Him is built.  The ability to truly communicate at a deeper level is built.   He attempts to communicate with us from the beginning, but it is only as we begin to walk with Him and learn of Him that we find that inner joy and peace that comes from truly knowing Him.

Learning about Him is kind of like learning new facets of a multi-faceted diamond (infinitely faceted).  If you’ve ever studied the names of God (Jesus/Holy Spirit), you know that he often has names that express some aspect of His personality.  We could not bear to see Him all at once, so He reveals Himself to us slowly, building that relationship in much the same way as we build them horizontally with others by building memories and learning about one another.

Sometimes that “knowing” can backfire in the realm of horizontal communication, especially with family.  It’s never that way with God though.  Each new thing we learn about Him makes us thirsty to learn more.  We will spend eternity learning about Him and never get to the end.

In the meantime (before that eternity) building connections with others is heaven on earth!

What do you have to say?

Kicking it boy style!

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This week is the grandson week.  My 4 yo grandson is all boy, and I’m tired already!  We have a great time, however, and I’m always glad to see him come.  Today is a posting of random (or *promiscuous ?) thoughts, or ‘things I’ve learned’.

 

Fingernails boy style

When Klar was here, I had hello kitty on my nails.  For Roland, we have super heroes.  The first night he was here, we did our nails.  I took super hero stickers and cut them down to fit on our fingers.  Then a coat or two of clear polish to set it.

 

Jewelry (girl stuff) boy style

The grandson is just as fascinated by Grandma’s treasure box as the girls.  However, our play is a bit different.  So far this week I have seen him with a pile of necklaces hanging off his head (not neck), a clump being pulled behind his tricycle, and swinging behind like a cape.  He likes to wear the eye patch and funky teeth (also in the treasure box) and pretend to be a pirate with his ‘booty’.  He owns a wrap bracelet, that we call a ‘power band’.  If he has that on, he has super powers and can beat all the villains!  He also plays with the kitchen items.  Sometimes he ‘cooks’, but most of the dishes are now stuffed into the trunk on his trike.  Hmmmmmmmm

 

Karen 1/2

Karen 1/2 (Photo credit: -gigina-)

Hey Babe – crushing it boy style

Roland has a serious crush on his Aunt Karen for some reason.  She’s a bit creeped out about it, but it is a normal rite of passage for little ones.  He has been wanting to hang out with her, calling her babe, and crying if she looks at him wrong.  I remember just a couple months ago when he asked me to marry him!  How quickly they forget.  He was not happy when he found out Grandpa and I were also going to the mall with him and Karen (for Karen’s birthday).  He thought the two of them were going alone.  For some reason, he gets offended if we laugh too.  Ah well, who will be his crush next week?  Watch out Jason (his dad), this is only the beginning!  For Karen, I remind her that he is learning how to relate to others (especially ones he really likes), and she can help him do that or scar him for life hurt him by her responses.

 

I need something boys can watch.

Braun HF 1 television receiver, Germany, 1958

Braun HF 1 television receiver, Germany, 1958 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

When the television is on, Roland will say, “I need something boys can watch.”  He means sports or cartoons.  Grandma started thinking (Oh  no!)  about this.  How often do we mindlessly watch television, unaware (or uncaring) that the subject matter, etc., may not offer healthy input for children.  I don’t watch a lot of things, but I occasionally have something on (like Dangerous Minds or any of the CSI shows).  These shows have quite a bit of violence on them, and the CSI ones often show very inappropriate images of a sexual nature.

I often have television on for white noise.  It is a mindless noise in the background that I seldom pay attention to.  This isn’t good for me.  It is certainly not good for any children in the area.  Here comes the conviction!  The Holy Spirit has used Roland’s words to remind me that what I think of as mindless, is anything but.  Time to make some better choices.

 

I hope you injoyed looking in our window 😀

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Random Ramblings

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Sorry it’s not a better picture – use your imagination 🙂

Shared at the right is one of my absolute favorite scenes.    This scene is in Kentucky, just before going over the bridge into Cincinnati, Ohio.  You come down a steep grade for the last two miles and go around a curve to be met by this site.  It always makes me catch my breath, and it always reminds me of the “city on a hill” or heaven.  I’ve seen this site more times than I care to say, starting when I was about 8, but it still gets me.  When we moved to the Cincy area a few years ago, it was like coming home for me because that sight and that bridge (over the Ohio River) have been a constant in my life and something I always loved and looked forward to (going South or North).

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Downtown Cincinnati

Downtown Cincinnati (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Recently, I was cogitating randomly, and I thought it sure would be nice if I had a straight road that went from my house to my gks house (maybe over top of other roads… so no traffic. . . .    God whispered to me, “Boy, you’re never satisfied are you?”   He reminded me that he moved me 2 hours closer before I even had grandchildren.  AND–I 71 is 3 miles from my house and 8 miles from the gks home.  So, I do have a road (fairly straight) from here to there.  I get almost entirely highway all the way!   How ungrateful of me.  Father forgive me for always wanting more.  (See last post:  But I need you!)

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In trying to be creative, I decided to put the word random in the thesaurus to see if I could come up with a less-used word.  Then I put in thoughts (because ramblings lead to something else entirely).   How do you like these:

Haphazard Happenings

Aimless Intuitions

Designless Deliberations

Indiscriminate Musings

Hit-or-miss Rationalizations

Driftless Discernings

Irregular Inferences

Slapdash Speculations

Promiscuous Perceivings

Hmmmmmmmm.   Do you have a favorite?

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Isn’t it funny how we don’t like people who are like us?  Seeing ourselves in others (whether we recognize it or not) is not fun.  The Daughter and the Husband do NOT get along well.  Why?  2 peas in a pod.   We have a friend who is quite the talker when she gets going.  My Mother-in-law is also quite the talker.  Now-a-days her conversations are repeated over and over, but the talking continues even without the memory.  Anyway, last week we were out to dinner with the friend who had not seen us for a while and had a lot to say.  Ginny was sitting at the far end of the table.   With her 2 yo mind, she turns to my daughter and says in her best 2 yo, loud voice.  “What in the world is she yammering about down there?”   YIKES!   Not to worry, the talker didn’t even skip a beat, even when my daughter then  told her Grandma, “She’s yammering about her job.”   Ain’t life fun?

I hope you all have those promiscuous random moments to enjoy in your own life. 😀         Oops, I think this one got published first!  Ah well,  ……

On the lighter side: Did you hear that bird!?!

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The Princess and the Pea

The Princess and the Pea (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

My daughter is a princess.  

There is no doubt in anyone’s mind that the story of “The Princess and the Pea” was written about her.  I love her more than my own life, but she’s a bit sensitive.  With the power out last night, she couldn’t sleep with her fan.  The fan’s entire purpose is to make a noise that blocks all the other noise out so she can sleep.   {Boy do I have stories!}

 

I might also mention that she is an adult and has recently moved back home for a bit.

5am.  Brian and I are laying in bed, him awake and talking to me, and me half awake but trying to go back to sleep in the extreme heat.  Did I mention he’s a morning person, and I am not?  That’s for another post.

The door bursts open, and the D flips inside saying loudly,Did you hear that bird?  Seriously, did you hear it?  I’ve never heard anything like that in my life!”   {Evidently we have a very special, very loud bird in our front bushes that lives to wake Karen up – this may be true if he’s ever seen her when she wants to sleep. 🙂

Dad:  “Um, that’s the birds.  They get up this time every day.”  {He says laughing and continues to laugh at her the entire conversation, much to her disapproval.}

The D:  “Well, I’ve never heard them before, how long do they keep doing this?”

Dad:  “As long as they want to.  It’s the birds; it’s what they do.”  (or something like that)

The D:  “Well, I can’t sleep with that going on!   I have to go to work at 11, and I’m not going to get any sleep!  I just can’t deal with this!!!!

{The D sashays back to her bedroom before coming back into ours in a panic.}

The D:  “I have to sleep, what am I going to do?”

 

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Mom:  “We still have your ear plugs in my bag in the bathroom.”  (from a trip where she had to sleep in the same sound area as all us snoring people.)

The D:  “I can’t sleep with those things!”

Mom:  “Well, you can either use them and try to get some sleep, or you can figure it out.  I’m going back to sleep.”  (I did not add, thanks for waking me up and storming in my room without knocking…..AGAIN  ::sigh::)

The D:  “Where are they?!  I can’t find them!” {as she rummages through my stuff}  “Oh, here they are.”

{My door slams; her door slams}

Dad:  “You’ve really got to blog this.  It’s hysterical.”

 

I guess you had to be there 😉    BTW  My daughter finally gave me permission to blog this as long as I didn’t use her name.   I only have one daughter, but whatever……

The Joys of Miss Communication

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Have you ever noticed how two three a hundred people can read the same thing, hear the same thing, and have a different response based on several factors.  These factors include our cultural filters (I typed flitters first – should I have kept it??), our upbringing filters, our worldview filters, our family filters, our experience filters, our belief filters, and millions many more.

 

 

One reason I love writing about communication involves the miscommunications that happen every single day whenever two people try to communicate.  It gives me more fodder for my blog and teaches me more about communication.  As a people watcher, I love, love, love watching and listening to others (or reading posts and comments).

 

 

 

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The other day, I took my oldest Granddaughter to Chick Filet.  While she was playing, I was listening to two friends behind me having a conversation.  One was obviously more of a talker and an interrupter.  The less-talking friend was trying to tell something to the other.  Every couple minutes few seconds, the more-talker would interrupt her in mid-sentence to insert her own thoughts, questions, and analogies.  I presume she was going for clarification, but what she was doing was being rude!

 

As time when on, I could feel the frustration emanating from the less-talker as she would say, “Well, anyway” and go back to the story.  She was not going to get side-tracked, no matter how often she was interrupted, also rude in some contexts.  Eventually, the story was told, but I’m guessing less-talker did not feel good about it, and more-talker probably missed the entire point of the exercise.  Since my back was to them, I could grin with delight as I listened without offending them.  Poor less-talker needs to give her friend a lesson on boundaries.

 

I am not immune either.  My daughter and I speak a different language.  I speak American English, but I have no idea what language she speaks.  I just know the atmosphere is rife with potential miscommunication every time we speak.  I usually believe I was clear about my speech, but somehow, it gets all screwed up because she doesn’t speak the language.  How do you overcome this?  I don’t know, but it’s a lot of fun to watch in other people.  Not so fun to find oneself in the middle, however.  If these things did not happen in our fallen world, what would we watch on Television or laugh at??

 

 

Thank the Lord His communication is clear.  I want a show of keyboards hands – Who understands God’s Words completely?  Hmmmmmm.  Well, in this case, we know the problem is not His.  The problem is that we use our flitters filters when we talk to or listen to Him.  It helps to ask Him to make His word clear to us before we read the Bible or pray or listen to a sermon or read an article or ….   This is especially true with the Old Testament.

 

 

 

I used to believe God was always serious until I ‘heard’ Him laugh one day at a little ‘joke’ He was playing on us.  (See theTurkeyStory). 

 

 

 

Many young ladies (and old ones) have difficulty relating to God as Father because their own fathers were less than perfect.

 

 

 

Some have difficulty with the “obey Me” thing, projecting their feminism and/or independence onto God’s thoughts (men are not immune).

 

 

 

Communication

Communication (Photo credit: P Shanks)

♦What are some ways you flitter filter what you hear from God?  From others?

 

♦Do you enjoy the melodramas all around you as people seek to communicate without really having a clue how to speak to someone in their own language? 

 

♦Do you have any advice about how to remove your filters from your listening/communicating? 

 

♦Do you have a funny story to tell?  I’d love to hear it! 

 

♦Response is always in your court.  If you’re busy, just move on, but if you have something to say, here’s your chance.  🙂

 

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