…..Rewarder of those who diligently seek . . . Hebrews 11:6

He that diligently seeks good procures favor: but he that seeks mischief, it shall come unto him. Proverbs 11:27

It was almost instantaneous . . . the feeling of jealous anger I get when I see an author on tv that isn’t me.

It was almost instantaneous . . . that voice in my heart/head that said, “She is diligent and earns her rewards.”

Now, before you jump on my head, consider this, I have written 11 books, can you name at least 2? I didn’t think so… it is for this reason, that I am not diligent about writing/releasing anymore, but words swirl and dance in my head every second of every minute of every hour of every day . . . you get the geest.

Why are we like this? Why am I like this? I haven’t the answers. I just know that the effectual fervent prayer avails much. Yes, I’m rambling. I usually do after such a chastising. I’m just happy my Creator loves me enough to correct me.

Blogging About A Blogger’s Blog

She said she’s going to start a blog to get her thoughts out so that people can hear what she has to say.
I’m not reading it, or searching it out, on purpose BECAUSE she has HORRIBLE grammar and her spelling isn’t much better. In her defense, she writes the way she speaks… sigh, everyone’s an Author.

I’m certain my Editor grimaces at some of my written musings ~ but she gits paid to make me look gudder then mst!

RE: A post from Sept 2010 by Single Dad Laughing

 I didn’t read the entire post as the writer asked I must admit I skipped from page one to page three of the very long post. I am very aware that opinion pieces are just that opinion pieces.

I’m responding in this way because I wondered what was truly going on in the situation between the quote “bad dad” unquote and the son who appeared to be broken. Before I get into that, I want to recall a couple of memories I have from my mommy files:
 First, My son has always been high energy. He’s far better now than he’s every been, but there are still challenges. The incident I want to share happened in a thrift store, with freshly painted/polished floors ~ CONCRETE floors. So I corralled the kids, gave them the lecture (you know the one), put the smallest of them in a cart and placed the hands of the older ones on the cart and off we went. My son began to skip and bounce, which gave me visions of his head against that floor, so I spoke to him, face to face, asked for confirmation of info upload (he nodded) and off we went. Well there must have been a memory dump that I missed because he let go of the cart and began to repeat the unwanted actions. The next few minutes, I reminded, I threatened, I put him in the cart, he cried, begged, I relented and took him out. I saw the looks we were getting, so I decided to cut the trip short. So there we were, standing in line waiting to check out, My son once again lets go of the cart, and seconds later, his head hit the floor, hard! I didn’t move. I looked down, checking his face, assessing the degree of injury, I saw his face register the pain. I saw his memory kick in and I said, “See, I told you that would happen. Now do you understand?” He got up nodding and grabbed my hand. The lady behind me voiced her opinion of my parenting skills (unfavorable) and the lady behind her corrected her stating that she’d heard me telling him he’d fall for the past five minutes. Once we got home, he got an ice pack and snuggles. Did the incident change his outside behavior? Yes.
The next was in an airport with my toddler daughter who stated she needed to go to the bathroom. I sent her with her big sister to the bathroom. This occurred three times in about 15 minutes. On the fourth request from the toddler, my eldest, now very frustrated, said that she wasn’t using the bathroom, she was just going in to play in the water and flush the toilet.  So the next 5, 6, 7th requests went ignored. Upon the 8th request I asked her if she truly had to go potty, she said yes. I said okay, let’s go and reached for her hand. She shook her head and asked for her sister to take her. I said nope, she’d have to go with me or not at all. She climbed into the chair and sat down, so I sat down and began to feed the baby ~ this must have been her Que because she began to jump up and down and yell, “I need to go potty!” I handed the baby to my eldest and stood up. My middle child began to scream louder and not allow me to take her hand, so I sat down (we’re in the airport) and she continued to scream that she had to go to the bathroom. I said calmly, “I will take you, but you’re going to calm down and take my hand.” She stomped her foot and told me no, she wanted to go with her sister. So I made a decision to not carry her kicking and screaming to the bathroom. I sat back and she ran toward the bathroom. My eldest caught her and as she was bringing her back, a lady who’d only been there for about 5 minutes angrily spat out, “Let the girl go to the bathroom before I go get someone about this!” My response to the lady wasn’t nice. I’m not proud. The exchange caused my daughter to sit down and get quiet.

My son has been chastised many times in public and at home. My daughter is now a mom. My son, now 11, isn’t broken. My daughter isn’t broken. While I understand what he thinks he saw 4 years ago, I wish he’d have taken the time to check what was going on. Child welfare checks are easy. People will respond in a way that will show you who they are as parents and people. Children, at their worst are genius Sociopaths only concerned about their needs and wants. So if you see a situation you’re not certain of or if you see more anger than you feel is necessary, say something. There is a point in which discipline becomes abuse, everyone’s line is in a different place. Each child is different and therefore requires different levels of everything. ABUSE IS NEVER DISCIPLINE!

Sigh … I’ve spoken to many an angry parent and for the most part felt the anger subside. Just don’t be so quick to judge without all of the facts. Do not be afraid to tell someone if you believe a child is being abused.
I saw a toddler verbally abusing his mother, she was quietly admonishing him with kind words, calling him sweetie and such. A man the boy called Grampa walked over and pinched the boy on the leg while saying something in the boy’s ear. I saw pain register on the boy’s face. I saw him nod. The older man kept talking. A lady walked past, summed up what she thought was going on and began to make loud statements, which is her right, I suppose to assess the situation. This brought the mom back to the cart. She placed herself between the boy and the older man. She looked from the lady to me and tried to smile. I said, “That’s a good Grampa.” She smiled and walked away.

Point of view is everything! “Only believe half of what you see, some or none of what you hear.”

Here is the post to which I’m responding: SDL . I am reminded of my mother, who used to discipline other people’s children. She once grabbed a little boy for cursing at his mother in a McDonald’s Restaurant. No one ever stopped her or called the police. I don’t think it would work in today’s society.
I’m off my soapbox. No intent to offend. Rude and nasty comments will be deleted.

Certified Couch Avocado

I watch a LOT of television. So much so I have deemed myself a “Certified Couch Avocado “. Avocados are far healthier than potatoes. Enough said.

My favorite new show this season is “Stalker“. I enjoy the originality of it. And to date, I am a couple of episodes behind, my eyes haven’t been assaulted by graphic sex scenes. I am pleasantly surprised by the hunt for ratings through talent and good writing.(This has been canceled)

Now, sadly, there are shows in Shondaland that have caught my eyes also, most recently “How To Get Away With Murder“. I am an on again, off again “Grey’s Anatomy” fan and I must say that the recent turn of events caused me to smile… no spoilers here. There is SEX is Shondaland… LOTS of it. EVERYWHERE … I set the DVR and watch it when the kids are outside or asleep. I have never watched “Scandal“. It just never appealed to me.
Yes “Blacklist” in on my list. Red is the man!

Well, just so you know… I found this post in the draft folder. I no longer watch “HTGAWM”, or “GA”.
Netflix has become my new friend. It’s better than ON DEMAND because I don’t like commercials.

Any-who, I do still watch television… nothing considered “wholesome” in the line-up. “Survivor’s Remorse” “Being Mary Jane” “The Mysteries of Laura” “Mom” and of course there are those I watch almost grudgingly, though I’m not certain why: “Empire” is first on this list. I don’t happen to think Jussie/Jamal can sing. It’s like a bad Michael impression. I am, I must admit, in deep like with the entire Cookie/Lucious dynamic. I know it’s because of “Hustle & Flow“. It’s like the movie was continued and we see that he made it even after being jacked for his music. Shug and Djay made it y’all! I don’t watch this in real time… On Demand works, I can mute Jamal/commercials. Second on this list is: “Law and Order: Special Victims Unit” I sometimes set the DVR for this one… but more often than not, I just watch on demand. The new batch of detectives are “soft and whiny”.

 

Well, enough of that…. Red is still the man!

Enough all ready! Tell the truth, shame the devil…..

Recently LeVar Burton read one of my favorite bedtime stories at a charity event. The book titled: “Go the F#@K to Sleep” was written by adults for adults. I heard it read first by the great Samuel L. Jackson, I’ve posted the link here.

I was amazed to see that some parents were offended by LeVar’s narration. It was good, not as good as Sam’s. It would seem that those of us who have felt the frustration of trying to get a wee one to bed, are the only ones who appreciate the sentiment of this well written book. There are times when I wish I could just shout the title of this book into the air knowing that the shock of mommy saying the “f” word would shock them to sleep. gggggrrrrrooooaaannnn

There are lots of children in my home. Sleep often eludes them. So on those nights, I and their mothers began the go to sleep chorus, complete with, “Do you want me to come in there?” “Tu quieres un pow pow?” sigh

I think every parent has felt this frustration. So why pretend otherwise? And if you’ve never dealt with it why even comment? I believe in sharing my pain, so the next person won’t feel so abnormal.
I strongly believe that bedtimes are for parents. It is a blessed time of day. Don’t get me wrong, I love my kids, I just need a good night sleep as much or more than they do.

Anywho, enjoy the read for as long as it’s posted on-line…. you know how they do

Chronicle of an ex-Church Girl/Lady

Today is Sunday. I didn’t go to church. I didn’t even sign in to an on-line service and there are a lot of those. I’m looking for a Pastor who is starkly in the middle of Osteen (motivational) and Shambach (no nonsense fire and brimstone). It would seem that the “heavy weights” of Kingdom work have all gone to Rejoice in Paradise. There used to be men and women of God who could speak for about 10 minutes and despense enough spiritual food for an entire week! I remember E V Hill did the eulogy for his wife and I was moved to try to become a better wife.

I miss the WORD, “rightly divided”. There are Sunday morning cheerleaders that truly show every sign that they’ve spent time studying and seeking the LORD’s wisdom, but the yelling just makes me tired and I can’t seem to remember and therefore apply what I’ve learned in practical ministry.
Just let me say that I’ve never been able to follow, or willing remain in the church where the Pastor is a “whooper”, you know those ones who make odd noises and foam at the mouth. SIGH

I’ve been to a few churches here, in my new home. The first had the word delivered in a beautiful teaching way, but the worship was tech-no that could be heard in the next state AND the kids did not like the children’s church. They complained of not being able to hear and it was always cold. No mid week Bible Study here, Life groups were the order of business. I received an email asking for more info about myself so that they could place me in the appropriate Life group … I will always believe that this statement, “I know who I am in Him.” is what prompted this response : “Good luck in your search for a new church home.” end of story. No further emails or responses to mine were sent.
The next one had better worship, but it wasn’t “free”. The whole worship team appeared frightened and I will not comment on the teaching, suffice to say that this is why the Bible tells us to study the word for ourselves. The kids however, LOVED the children’s church and could tell us what they’d learned in the lesson. It was a Wednesday night “Bible” study that sealed the deal for me. I won’t give a blow by blow, but one of the other attendees said this to the Pastor, “I won’t allow you to shake my faith.” end quote

NEXT … sigh …um, a small church body, very new, loved the LORD, worship and the word was good as new church with few members can be. It was family. Movie nights, couples night, etc. Now, at this point I’m not certain if this was great church or a Ritz ( old joke) so I took it slowly, the came the stay within the lines bible study. I sat in the seat and felt the tears come to my eyes… I didn’t go any more. I am NOT a fan of religion.

The last and most recent ~ was referred to in the beginning RAH RAH SIS BOOM BAH! I need a nap.

Quite honestly, I don’t truly care about their title, I’ve sat under great and so-so Pastors and Reverends. I’m looking for the pure undiluted WORD (keep your politics to yourself). There are men and women of God who spoke and are still speaking life into my ministry. I must be still and obedient in my wait for our new church home . . . thanks for hanging in there and reading with me!

Sigh ~ no ministries were maligned in this post.

I hab a cold….. all stuffy and stuff…

I’ll bet you caught that “typo” in the title… it’s my attempt at humor. I am in awe of stand-up comedians. I’ve just found a new one. She is Joanne Roberts. Funny and clean, so she probably doesn’t make the money the “raw” one make but she’s truly funny.

http://youtu.be/-YFRUSTiFUs?list=PLEF37AC36F1F9D7DC

This one is very funny. She calls her husband “Left-Brain”. I am in awe of anyone who can not only get people to laugh, but who can get those people to pay to hear them knowing that they’re gonna laugh.
When my first book came out, everyone that wasn’t my mom, or Editor wanted a free copy of it. DOUBLE SIGH
I’m praying that the next one will generate more $$$$$.

Fingers crossed…. prayers going up….. laugh people Mrs. Joanne is truly funny!

The trouble with staying up late to write…

…is that I get hungry, which doesn’t fit well with my so-called diet plan. Right now I want popped corn. NOT that stuff in the bag, but the stuff you have to make on the stove with butter and that wonderfully seasoned salt!

deep sigh

My tummy is growling because dinner was actually 5 hours and 40 minutes ago…. anywho, most of the looky-loos have stopped reading by now. That’s ok, I was just rambling. Nothing new to say, except, I wrote a book from start to finish today.  IT WAS AMAZING!

I used my Dragon! So easy, then all I had to do was go back over it for typos! Technology is awesome when it works!

I’ll give more info later. It’s all in how you “train” your dragon.

It’s awfully quiet around here. This forum I mean.

So many topics… staying away from the Shutdown… not proud to have called myself a “R”….  (even deeper sigh).

Well, I’m going to go pop some corn OR eat some funyuns which ever one I get to first!

Good night!

Good Night, Paula, said no one in this forum……….. -_-

So you want to be a writer……

Just sharing this food for thought:

So You Want to Be a Writer
By Charles Bukowski

if it doesn’t come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don’t do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
typewriter
searching for words,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it for money or
fame,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don’t do it.
if it’s hard work just thinking about doing it,
don’t do it.
if you’re trying to write like somebody
else,
forget about it.
if you have to wait for it to roar out of
you,
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.

if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you’re not ready.

don’t be like so many writers,
don’t be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don’t be dull and boring and
pretentious, don’t be consumed with self-
love.
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
sleep
over your kind.
don’t add to that.
don’t do it.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don’t do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don’t do it.

when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.

there is no other way.  and there never was.

 

Oh What Fresh Hell is This?!?!?!

This morning I was greeted by an enormous amount of emails, far more than usual. I opened the inbox expecting to find page after page of sales report, but alas, it’s replies from a blog I’ve recently subscribed to and while I loved the post, most of the comments about it are just, well, stupid.

Yeah, I know we all have opinions, and I remember that opinions are like bellybuttons ~ we all have one, but some people should just keep theirs to themselves and only reveal them to loved ones, if they have any. (hic)

And to make matters even more weird this morning, there was a classmates.com email tucked neatly in the center of the other junk mail. AND OH EMM GEE! Someone has scanned in copy of a 1977 high school yearbook ~ MY SENIOR YEAR! AND THEN HAD THE AUDACITY TO TAG ME!

Back then I tried to stay out of all things that related to a camera, unless I had no true way of getting out of it. So there are pictures of me, that , well, um… SIGHHHHHH

There’s also a picture of that fine young man I had a crush on, but couldn’t quite get to and yes, he’s still fine only now ~ those emotions are firmly in the past… right? He still fine though!
Oops! My inner ghetto slipped out. She does that every now and again. <giggle> It was just a shock to the systems to see the 18 year old me stuck in the seventies’ wave of bad hair, bad clothing, bad experiences. It was a bad time all around. I was learning what it meant to not be black enough and understanding that the lightness of my skin had nothing whatsoever to do with it.
I had African American friends, but, ugh, so not going back to that nightmarish place!

I’ve always wondered if non-colored people have these issues and then I remember that blonde jokes do exist.

We are all each of us prejudice in our own way about life in general.

I wonder if I can sue to get my images taken off of the site? No worries, I haven’t the money to throw away like that. Sigh….

“Why me Lord?” This is in reference to a separate issue not spoken about here… sigh…