Darn, those scary movies

It was like a scene from a scary movie. I had just stepped outside to leave for work, when I heard a noise in my husband's workshop. I noticed the door to his shop was closed. It is usually open!!! I immediately thought someone was in there. It was then I decided to investigate. I headed that direction with fierce determination to find the intruder. I was almost at the door, when I had memories of Jason (Friday the 13th) and Michael (Halloween) flash through my mind, which put a quick halt in my step. I was all alone...should I be brave and move forward, or turn around and run for my life? After a few moments of pondering I decided to just look in the window. This was alot safer and I was not totally wimping out. After a quick observation through the window, I saw that all was clear. Oh, what a relief!!! I headed off to work. Those scary movies can come back to haunt you at any time. But after all that, I still love to watch them.....

A lovely letter

But, O Sarah! If the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the garish day and in the darkest night -- amidst your happiest
scenes and gloomiest hours -- always, always; and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath; or if the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by.

Sarah, do not mourn me dead; think I am gone and wait for thee, for we shall meet again.

Written by Major Sullivan Ballou of the Union Army to his wife Sarah, July of 1861

It is amazing that in 1861 before people had the education and the advances that we have today that someone could write such a beautiful letter. This is just a small portion of the letter the Major wrote to his wife. I think because people did not have all the distractions that we have today, they could express their feelings better than we do today. They got in touch with nature and with their true feelings and this was their entertainment. No Tv, No computer, No cell phones!

I would love to be able to write as the Major did, maybe I have had way too many distractions!!

Good-bye Sister Jones

I just found out that a lady from our Church died yesterday. We all knew her as Sister Jones. I will miss her. I know she is happy for she is in Heaven and with the Lord. I know she will see my
Mom and Dad soon, maybe she already has. Her smile will be much missed and though I'm sad
she is gone, I'm also sad that such a sweet spirit has left our world. We here on earth need more
people like Sister Jones. She was the kind of person who always thought the best of everyone. I
never heard her say a bad word about anyone. I'm not just saying this because she is gone and it
is expected to say something nice, this was true with this lady. She got up in the morning and
would try to find a way to help someone that day. I called her on several occasions and asked her
to pray for me. She would stop what ever she was doing and pray for me that moment. How many people will do that for you, in this busy world we live. She always had a hug to give. She was a bright light in a world that most days can seem dim. In a world where if you get a smile from someone it is a surprise and a kind word is seldom heard. A sweet spirit like that will be much missed. Good-bye for now, until we meet again.

My Addiction to Vera

For the last year or more, I will purchase a new Vera Bradley bag at least twice a year and of course, a few accessories along the way. As spring approached, I thought maybe I should buy another style of bag. I really did not like the idea, but felt it may be good for me to break away from Vera. I looked at several stores on different occasions and nothing caught my eye. I would go back to the Vera Bradley stores and wonder with amazement at all the colors and all the room in these great handbags. Again I told myself, "You really need to get another style of handbag this spring" and I sadly went out to search for a new bag. After several more weeks of searching I saw a pretty pink Liz handbag at J.C. Penny. "Well, here it is", I told myself. I love pink and it looks like spring, so I bought the handbag. As I left the store, I told myself that I love this color, but something just did not feel right. Once I got home the more I looked at the bag the smaller it looked and I just did not like it. I got everything in my new bag and put it on my shoulder. Right away it felt too heavy for my shoulder and all my stuff was crammed together. It was not roomy like my Vera and not as colorful. I decided to return the new handbag and get me a new Vera. Oh, the relief I felt. At that moment I knew I was hooked but frankly realized that I did not care. I could not fight it anymore. I even admitted my addiction to my husband and son, who both laughed and said "We already knew that". Oh well, at least my addiction is legal.........

A New Adventure

This is my first blog writing. My husband is one who thinks we all need to write and express our
thoughts and get in on paper. I have been doing that and I admit it does help at times. The Bible
also tells us to write things down, so we will not forget all we have been through and all we have
learned. My actual handwriting is not that good, so I thought it may be easier to type it. My
husband writings are so deep and thought provoking. My writings more consists of everyday
thoughts and occurences. I think maybe that is good, he keeps me thinking on the deep things
and I keep him grounded on the everyday. Anyway, here I go on my new adventure. Isn't
that what life is about learning new things.