Oh, Have I Mentioned Recently…

…that Himself had shoulder surgery and has been home for four weeks?
…that I love being alone at least part of the day?
…that I get cranky when I don’t get alone time?
…that I know God has a plan in all of this?
…that I know that plan is for my good?
…that Himself is planning on retiring?
…that my prayer life needs to be amped up?
blessings, g

Not Again!

 

 

Once again, I am behind at this point of the A to Z Challenge. It is not for lack of trying. Life keeps getting in the way.

Even with several months notice, I do not write my entries in advance; not my style!

Life is still crazy around here. Too much going on. Help! I’m drowning!

Music to My Ears

 Back in 2006 I felt challenged to make a list of what I consider to be the best rock songs of all time. This is what I came up with:
…..my top 10 plus greatest rock songs of all time!!!  (I couldn’t keep it to ten and I reserve the right to add to the list!)  Here goes:  In no particular order…..
Barracuda – Heart – These sisters are amazing!
Heartbreaker – Pat Benatar – One of the best voices rock was ever blessed with
Round-about – Yes – So, I am a child of the 70’s.  Sue me.
Aqualung – Jethro Tull – No, J.T. is not a person but the name of a band!
Immigrant Song/Stairway to Heaven – Led Zeppelin – Stairway is everyone’s favorite but for rocking out I had to include Immigrant Song
Mississippi Queen – Mountain
Layla – Derek & the Dominoes – Eric Clapton – nuff said
Crossroads – Cream – Eric Clapton, Jack Bruce and Ginger Baker.  Need I say more?
Bohemian Rhapsody – Queen
Old Time Rock & Roll – Bob Seeger – This might not quite qualify as “rock” but, once again, sue me.
Dream On – Aerosmith
Behind Blue Eyes/Won’t Get Fooled Again – The Who – Once again, couldn’t decide which
Takin’ Care of Business – Bachman-Turner Overdrive
The Stroke – Billy Squier – Consummate rocker
Sharp Dressed Man – ZZ Top
Glad – Traffic
Magic Carpet Ride – Steppenwolf – Classic.
Honorable mentions:
Rebel, Rebel – David Bowie – Not sure if this is rock or freak rock but I gotta love him!
On the Dark Side – John Cafferty and the Beaver Brown Band from the Eddie and the Cruisers Soundtrack – Love this but not sure it is rock as I have defined it.
Future Rock Classic:
The Kill – Thirty Seconds to Mars – One of the best videos I have ever seen.  Based on the movie “The Shining.”

Knot a Not

(Family emergencies and such have kept me away these past few days so I am going to have to rerun a post rather than drop out.)

What an odd language English is.

As Isabella’s reading ability grows, she is in a constant state of pique over whoever it was who decided to invent silent letters!

“Booboo, how do you spell knot?”

“Do you mean like in, ‘I did not do that?’ or as in a tied knot?”

“A tied knot.”

“You’re not going to like it…..”

“How do you spell it?”

“K-n-o-t.”

Big sigh.

“Who spelled it that way?”

“I don’t know, Boo.  It is very strange, I know.”

So many conversations like this as she tries to comprehend what the most avid reader knows is a matter of memorization.

Heavy sigh.  (Three silent letters.)

I Am “N”

Happy Birthday!

 

 I just realized something: when we were at her cousin’s birthday party yesterday, Isabella had no problem with a large crowd of people singing Happy Birthday and clapping and making noise.
Not a big deal, you say? Oh, yes, it is! Isabella is autistic. Many autistics have a problem with loud noises.
When Bells was about four years old, we were at another cousin’s birthday party. I was in the ladies’ room when I heard the birthday song start. I hurried to get out of there and my worst fear had come to life. One of my nieces was holding a bawling, scared Isabella. Guilt came over me for wanting to be alone to take care of business while, at the same time, I was so happy to have such wonderful family who loves and takes care of my precious granddaughter when I cannot.
So, you see, the fact that I was able to take for granted that Isabella was fine yesterday is big; very, very big. I am so thankful for her growth and for the people, family, friends, therapists, teachers, who have brought her to this point.
Most of all, I am thankful for a courageous little girl, now ten years old, who has worked so hard to be able to live in a world that can be very unfriendly. I am so blessed.
gail

The Garden

Playing a little catch up here because I was at the College of Prayer for the last few days,
The campus I attend the College of Prayer in is also known as The Garden. I don’t know what their intention was in naming it thus but I can use my imagination.
A garden is where seeds are planted. They are watered and weeded and, hopefully, they will grow fruit (or vegetables).
As Christians, we are to plant the seed of the gospel. After this seed is planted, we, or another believer or believers are to tend to the person, watering/growing them in the truth of the gospel of Christ so they will grow whilst weeding out the lies that the world and satan feeds them. Finally, the fruit of the gospel, once again, hopefully, will grow in the new believer.
Oh, there is so much more I can write about this! Maybe later on in the challenge. I hope and pray that you will be fruitful for the Lord Jesus Christ’s kingdom!
Blessings, gail

Family Feud?

 Before I met Himself, I thought I came from a loud family. Compared to his, though, mine seems timid!
A discussion between them can sound like a brawl is about to break out. When I mention this to Himself, he blows off my concern and says that is just the way they are.
Where we live, I call “the town of last names that end in vowels.” In other words, there are a lot of people with Italian last names. In my part of this great Atlantic Northeast, cultural ancestry is a point of pride. Personally, I just say I am an American.  I digress…People of Italian heritage tend to be, shall we say, er, passionate in the way they speak.
Both Himself and I were born with names that end in vowels. His heritage is half Italian and half Slovak; mine is half Italian, a quarter Puerto Rican, and a few other countries from one grandmother. Maybe there IS something to our “loudness” when we get together.
Do we feud? My side, not so much any more. His side? A little bit…..However, we always, always, always are there for each other. Always.
Blessings, gail