Powerful and cute

Love is very powerful and so is this song. I wish all marriages would end in “..happily ever after,” but a perfect ending isn’t what it is about. Get out and dance. Love that special someone and never put yourself in situations where you must say, “I am sorry.”

Living in happiness is much better than ending there.

Personal:  I’m still alive. I hope to be back soon. 

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I got you babe :)

 

 

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I love the words!

Blessings… 😀

 

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Women in my family

I write about love, friends and family, romance and such because these things are important to me. Family is essential but so is your mate. People have wondered if I would be able to withstand some of the things that have come my way lately—sometimes I do too 🙂 but the following is about the women in my family.

• My paternal grandmother died at 60 years of age. She had been divorced from when she was about 34 years of age—never remarried. She loved my granddaddy until the day she died but when they were married, he liked going out carousing and drinking a bit too much.

• My maternal grandmother also was divorced but not until she was about 54 years of age. He ran off with a woman, yada, yada… I know how that goes (eye roll). She lived to be 88 years of age and never remarried. 

• My mother died at 60 years of age and was widowed when she was 48. She never remarried.

• Then there was my great-grandmother on my mom’s side. I remember her quite well. She died at 84 but was widowed at 39. She also did not remarry.

My mom, me, maternal g-ma and her mother. As usual, there is a story 😀 .

These women withstood all types of hardships and heartache, and they made huge sacrifices. They were strong. They never remarried and I am told they never fell in love or had a relationship with another man again. Very sad but romance isn’t everything. When I was young I wanted to be just like my maternal grandmother – the part where she was strong and independent. I later learned she was vengeful toward all men and I did not want any part of that. I still try to be strong and independent but I don’t want to lose the hope of falling in love again. 😀 The odds are not on my side. Someone said the other day I was too old–what? Hmm… I guess maybe that could be true but I don’t like it when people tell me I can’t do something.

 

Each woman had problems along the way and had very little help to get through. As for both of my grandmothers…what do I say? The girls and I are all there is to keep their legacy going. It is really tough being an only child of two only children but as women of my family on both sides of the tree, we are strong and we keep going. 🙂 

Happy Gardening! 😀

Happy Birthday, MOM! 😀

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Longing

Once upon a time there was a girl who had a dream not unlike a fairytale. She believed in love, love…a romantic type, a fulfilling love, a love where two people saw only each other and no one else. Fairytale? Maybe.

 

She was special, had a heart of gold…a little feisty and a little rough around the edges…but very romantic. She believed in the goodness of all people and wanted happiness not just for herself but for everyone. As she grew she became more adulterated in the world around her…losing her innocence and that pureness of love. She was hurt a few times—more than she should have been. She hated to hurt someone else and would sacrifice her feelings for those of others many times. Sometimes she was accused of being selfish but often these words were meant to hurt and they did.

 

She lived a life full of dreams cherishing the memories while keeping her feet on the ground. Then her world was shattered, her heart not only broken but trampled on and all but destroyed. She didn’t deserve it. She did everything she could to salvage what was left, caring more about others—more than herself. She tried to find meaning in life…where she went wrong…why this happened. As she searched she found more questions than answers and not really loneliness but more of a type of longingness. Her heart desired to be with another but she wondered if she could be satisfied after being hurt so much. The heart…it can heal but it will have scars.

 

This girl began to wonder if she knew anything at all. Was it time to erase everything and start again? Was there such a thing as true love, romance…? Maybe she was not meant to find love. Perhaps that wasn’t meant for her. Her soul, her heart, her body, all of her being desired to love again…to love fully with no reservation and to be loved. She wanted to take a chance. She wanted to risk it all but she was scared. She knew what love felt like but would she ever feel it again? 😐

 

🙂 Some of my writings.

May your day be so greatly blessed! Happy Gardening! 😀

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Paper Plates and Find China – repost

Relationships–they are what we make them just like the respect we have for one another. If we choose not to have respect and not invest, we get nothing out of them and they are like paper plates, but if we take special care, time, and treat others with the utmost respect, our relationships become as Fine China, precious, valuable, and worth more than all of the riches of the world.

The following writing has a very special place in my heart. It was originally posted on Dec 1, 2010, on my main blog and re-posted the week after my husband told me about his affair and baby in Jan 2012. I had no idea at the time of this writing the significance it would bring. We all have problems along the way, but how we work together demonstrates how well we can rise above them. Treasuring one another is so important and vital to good marriage. Do you treat your partner like Fine China or a Paper Plate? (original posted Dec 1, 2010)    This posting appears here with permission.

 

“Let me state that I am not a believer in non-monogamous relationships. I believe that we as humans can rise above our animalistic behaviors if we commit to our spouse (or significant other) and focus on our own behavior. Today, I want to write about marriage. People get married for several reasons, but too often I hear about one or both of the spouses “straying away” for even more reasons. Some of those are, “I was at a point of weakness…”; “This woman just turned me on and I lost all control…”; “It started as an innocent friendship…”; “My spouse has lost interest in sex…”; “He does not love me anymore…”; and on and on and on. Sure, we all have those times of temptations, but we should be able to get through them without entering into a sexual relationship with someone other than our spouse……

…Continued at Protect Your Heart (link).

This post is one of my very favorites and was the catalyst for the book that was written 1.5 years later.

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The Woodshed

As I was sent on my way to first grade my parents said, “Get a spanking at school and there will be one waiting for you when you get home.” I didn’t try to find out how true that was but knowing my parents there would not be just one but two

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spankings waiting for me. We didn’t have a woodshed; we didn’t even have a fireplace until I was 14 😀 , but that would NOT deter my parents. Many parents in the area were the same as mine. You know that phrase, “Spare the rod, spoil the child?” That sentiment was emblazoned on a wood plaque in many a home. We were raised to respect people and property—well, most of us.

 

IN THE NEWS — Another cemetery was vandalized in Alabama last week. I saw the headline and checked to see if it was one I knew. It wasn’t but there was a particular cemetery near where my mother grew up dating back to a battle during the War of 1812. It had been vandalized several times (not the only cemetery but this has become a type of recreation 😦 ). An ancestor that settled this area had a brother killed and is buried at the one from 1812 . The cemetery was moved at least twice, the first was to make way for a lake then it was moved again to make way for a subdivision. People do not have respect for others. It is a shame. It was suspected that teenagers were hanging out in the area drinking when they spray-painted some of the stones and then went back and broke them not once, not even twice, but several times. It was a sad scene. 

 

I guess you have seen about the Petraeus scandal. I have been trying to avoid as much news as possible but that has not escaped my eyes. At the risk of sounding crass, “Guys, what is it that causes this?” Are you really willing to throw everything away? Women do it, too, but what has happened to respect, respect for others, respect for property, respect for oneself and just pure respect? Where are the boundary lines? You can make anything exciting if you want to and it doesn’t have to be with someone ELSE’s spouse or without your spouse. I’m still trying to get over Mark Sanford and a few others who were out living it up while their wife was performing some super woman feat—one was giving birth to their child. And, let us not forget John Edwards… I can’t even write those words. Men who leave their wives when their wives have health issues… I told my husband that I would so like to take him out to the woodshed, or get someone else to… Well, you get the picture.

 

I urge us all to know where our boundaries are and if not, learn them. See them and cherish what we have. As for the tombstones…I think this is worse than a crime of vandalism. It is a crime against home and sanctuary—it was their place of rest. When we dumb-down the crime by making it less sensational, we do a disservice to us and all of the people that pass after us. And, infidelity… You wouldn’t want to be treated with such lack of respect so treat others better than you would want to be treated…PLEASE. Thank you!

 

By the way, I never got a spanking all through school–not from the teachers but I did get in trouble one time…I would rather have had a spanking… 🙂 …I would rather have had three. Be good to others and cherish your spouse! Happy Gardening! 😀

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Happy Anniversary!

If my parents were alive today they would be celebrating their 60^th wedding anniversary. They were married in a little church in Alabama in 1952.

 

My parents as they exited the church.

 

Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad!

 

And, Happy Gardening to everyone else!

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