"A Pecan Pie and I"

Oh why oh why did I buy a pecan pie?
It was so tasty, so sweet and good
My taste buds could not let go of it
Even though I thought they should

One piece, two pieces, I don't need more
How can I resist this tastiness
I'll get another piece for sure

The pie, it says "have another piece of me"
"It won't hurt I did agree,
a little sliver won't bother me

All through the evening and the next day
I couldn't get away
from pie I got for the holiday.

Little by little it began to disappear
"I will get too fat" this was my fear
Don't fret my lady, be of good cheer
You will get rid of that weight next year

So the rest of the pie I finally ate
And now I'm hoping I won't gain weight


This poem was inspired by a true story; however, there are no names to protect the innocent.

Innocent? There's no innocence here. :-(

"Reminicing the Holidays Past"

It’s funny that I can remember things way back when I was a child, but can’t remember something I may have done an hour ago or can’t remember a word or two in a sentence when talking to someone. I guess you might say my long-term memory is great but can’t say much for my short-term memory.

I have such warm memories of the holidays when I was a child. “The Night Before Christmas” was a regular part of the holiday season. In fact it became real to me because I believed that once I fell asleep on Christmas eve, I would be able to reach up and grab one of the sugar plums dancing in my head and would always be surprised when I didn’t have any the next morning.

Back then there was no Santa Mouse, no Mrs. Santa Clause and we didn’t leave a snack for Santa. We were rushed to bed with the idea in mind that if we didn’t go to sleep, Santa wouldn’t leave us presents or if we were bad we would get a piece of coal or ashes in our Christmas Stocking.

My dad eventually became a Saturday Sabbath keeper and we began attending a church with strict rules and were taught that it was a sin to celebrate Christmas. We were no longer allowed to have a tree decorated but our parents would wake us up in the middle of the night to give us gifts instead of the next morning.

Even though our parents told us about the tooth fairy, which was another beautiful time in my life, awaking up the next morning after loosing a tooth to find that the tooth fairy had left a nickel under our pillow or knowing that if we didn’t go to sleep when our parents put us to bed, the sand man would come and put sand in our eyes to make us fall asleep.

Today, many people believe it to be wrong to “lie” to your children about Santa Claus, the tooth fairy, etc. They believe that somehow this would be harmful to their children. I believe that having these little fairy tales in my life actually made me enjoy being a child, and I have grown into a normal adult. Although I do understand the religious belief that these things can become more meaningful to kids than God and that is definitely wrong.
It was fun for me to provide Christmas for my children and I believe they also have fond memories of the holidays.

A REALLY CUTE POEM!

I received this poem from a co-worker and wanted to share it. Have a blessed Thanksgiving to everyone!

T'was the night after Thanksgiving and I just couldn't sleep,
I tried counting backwards, I tried counting sheep.
The leftovers beckoned - the dark meat and white,
but I fought the temptations with all of my might.

Tossing and turning with anticipation, the thought of a snack was
infatuation.
So, I raced to the kitchen, flung open the door,

and gazed at the fridge, full of goodies galore.

I gobbled up turkey and buttered potatoes, pickles and carrots,
beans and tomatoes.

I felt myself swelling so plump and so round, 'til all of a sudden,
I rose off the ground.

I crashed through the ceiling, floating into the sky,
with a mouthful of pudding and handful of pie.

But, I managed to yell as I soared past the trees...

Happy eating to all - pass the cranberries, please.

May your stuffing be tasty, may your turkey be plump,

may your 'tater 'n gravy have nary a lump.
May your yams be delicious, may your pies take the prize,

may your holiday dinner stay off of your thighs.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!

GOD HEARD THE PRAYERS!

GOD IS GOOD

A testimony about my daughter-in-law. YT was admitted to the hospital on Wednesday night because she was pregnant, and due to complications she had to be induced yesterday morning. My daughter-in-law risked her life to carry this child in order to save the lives of her two other daughters who suffer from Sickle Cell Disease. During the pregnancy, YT had much pain and discomfort. Last night when I talked with my son, he told me that the baby was born weighing 4 pounds but she was okay. However, he told me that mom was not doing well. During the delivery she lost a lot of blood and they were unable to stop it. At one point they got it stopped but it started up again. She had to have a blood transfusion because she almost lost all of her blood. Her face swelled up and her hemoglobin went down. Additionally, she had fluid in her lungs. This did not look good at all. She was going to have to be in ICU for several days and was not to have any visitors. After much prayer and supplication a good part of the evening, and throughout the night, I received a call this morning from my son telling me that YT was better. He said he was able to talk to her and he told her what she went through. She didn’t remember a lot of it. He was even able to joke with her and she laughed. I called the hospital and checked on her again and the nurse told me she was doing really good. She is a very good mother. To you, YT -- I love you and look forward to seeing you again so that I can tell you in person and get some hugs. Also thanks to all who prayed for us.

For some reason while all of this was going on, even though I prayed I still stressed very much over it. I knew that if I wanted God to hear my prayer, I had to believe, but I couldn’t stop fretting over it. In fact, I took it very hard. I did talk to God and asked him to forgive my unbelief. I wanted to just pray about it and leave it at his feet but somehow I couldn’t do that. He heard my prayer anyway. GOD IS GOOD. THANK YOU JESUS.

One Month Early

Tonight when I got home from the beauty shop I had a message on my phone from number 4 son. He informed me that they were going to admit my daughter-in-law in the hospital to have her baby. She has been having a hard time with this pregnancy. Please join me in praying for her that she will be okay and that she will deliver a healthy whole baby. Her name is Shawnee. Thanks in advance for your support.

"Are You For Real????"

Today a fellow church member and I went to a small suburb of Des Moines. She recently put her house up for sale and wanted to check out Indianola, Iowa as a possible place to relocate. It took us approximately 35 to 40 minutes to get there. By the time we reached our destination, she had already decided against this particular move. Afterward she wanted to try a couple of other areas around town. She is not originally from Des Moines; but is from the islands, and has lived here for only a few years, so I was more or less helping her to find different areas to check out. We came to one really nice area on the South West portion of Des Moines. There were several houses for sale, and a few open houses. We went into one really lovely home, got the paper work and looked around. It was so funny because after we checked out the house and walked out, I told her ("what if they think we are gay; two women looking at a house). We cracked up laughing. It's funny how people can come to the wrong conclusion about situations. After we left the house, we discovered another "for sale" sign just around the corner. As she backed her car out of the parking lot, and turned the corner, we discovered some people standing on the porch of one of those houses. They were staring at us as if to say "oh no, what are they doing out here?" "Are they going to buy a house in our neighborhood and make the value go down?" We chuckled as we passed by and watched them as they seemed to stare us down as we drove by. We teased -- what if they were thinking that these two women who are probably lesbians and Black ones at that, are thinking of moving out here and corrupting the neighborhood? What can I say? Of course we are not lesbians, but two friends who work in the Children's Ministry Department at our church.

Another incident happened just the other night as I visited yet another church member's home after he lost his aunt of whom he was the care taker. Not only are we just friends but we kid and joke a lot with one another. He was a little buzzed, apparently from the whatever he had been drinking, and was joking around with me, as he always does. The next day i took food to the house and was basically there to give my respects to him and his family. My 85 year old dad, bless his heart, asked me if that was my boyfriend? "NO, I blurted out, we are just friends." People can certainly come to the wrong conclusions about things they think they see. *chuckle*

All in all, it turned out to be a beautiful day with a walk at Gray's Lake which is 2.6 miles around. It was rather warm even if the wind was blowing. Beautiful weather, beautiful! What are we in for????

"Billy Graham's 83rd Birthday"

Tonight while watching T.V. I turned the channel to the Trinity Broadcasting Network (TBN). They were celebrating the 83rd birthday of Billy Graham. I was so touched by all the well wishes he was getting from many famous people and ministers, as they told how he had influenced their lives and brought them to Christ. He has brought thousands of people to Christ. As each person wished him well with a short speech, they would also play short excerpts of past sermons. I never knew much about Billy Graham because as a child, a young teenager and a young adult, I’m sad to say that I always turned the channel when Billy Graham’s crusades came on.

One night as I watched TBN they were telling his story, how he started preaching at a young age and televising many small excerpts of past sermons. I became very interested in learning about him and his dedication to Christ. I enjoyed hearing the speeches as they were broadcast on T.V. Tonight as I watched the celebration of his birthday, I marveled at this person who spent his life sharing the Gospel with people all around the world. This was truly a blessing to me to watch this program on TBN tonight. Billy Graham is truly one of a kind and I'm glad that I have had a chance to learn all about him.

At one point in the night I picked up the phone to use it and discovered there was a message on my phone. Someone had called earlier when I was out at the Laundromat. When I listened to the precious little voice on the phone reciting Psalm 100, tears came to my eyes. My little grandson had learned this verse and was excited as he repeated every word. I thank God that he is doing well in his new school

"To Be Loved"

To Be Loved

Today while at work I had a moment to just think about things. I thought back when I was in Texas this past summer and began to reminisce the fun I had with the grandson. A big smile came on my face as I thought about all the little things we did together from playing games, hide and seek, to when we were making faces at each other which was so precious to me. He would say “watch this” and when I looked at him, he would be making a face, then I would say “watch this” and I would make a face and we would laugh.

Later while in my car driving, I thought about my family, each and every one of them came to mind. I felt so loved; a beautiful feeling came across me as I thought about how much we all love each other. To be loved, I mean to be loved to the place where your every being means something to someone. Someone being totally in your corner and always there when you need them no matter how close or far away they are. Love can be a beautiful feeling, and to know that you are loved, I mean to know that someone really cares about you can be overwhelmingly wonderful.

Wow, that is heavy; my heart is heavy, so why do I get depressed at times? One reason is because I miss my grandchildren, and my sons who live far away. There are two precious beings in Minnesota who I haven’t seen since this summer. I need to see them, to hug them to interact with them; hear their laughter, watch them argue with each other and that I might intervene, to play Bratz and Barbie dolls with them and play out our little skits with them. How wonderful. Being a grandmother is as awesome as being a mom. Someday I would like to see the great grandson.

God is love; he is all those things I mentioned above and more. Isn’t it great to know that there is such a God who loves us so much that he made the ultimate sacrifice, just for us, and he will forgive us of anything. Isn’t it great to know that you love God too; that he is above all things and you appreciate knowing you have him in your life? Yes -- GOD IS LOVE!

This post is dedicated to my wonderful family and I thank God for them.

"You All are Awesome"

I would like to thank all of you for your encouragement. I thank the Lord for leading me to such wonderful bloggie friends. It is much fun blogging,getting comments having a chance to read your blogs and comment, and being able to find out things about you. I will not give up and I pray that I will catch on to something soon without always asking Brotha Buck to do it for me.

"My baby steps to blogging"

Trying to learn the ins and outs of blogging is frustrating. I have spent time trying to figure out how to do different things on my own without asking Brotha Buck to do everything for me. I woke up early this morning as a result of having insomnia; got on the computer and decided to learn how to restore the links I had lost when I changed my template. I was so excited that I changed my template without help. When I returned to my home page, all of your links were gone. "No," I didn't unlink any of you. I have spent an hour trying to read instructions on how to restore you all back to my template. I thought I came across some instructions on re-linking, and typed in Brotha Buck's blogspot address and thought I had saved it by clicking on "post." (That made sense to me). "Oh boy" I thought, Brotha Buck will be proud of me that I was able to do this by myself." However when I checked out my home page, there was no link. This is just downright discusting. I usually start out okay with what I'm trying to accomplish, but I run into "roadblock." It's as though I can't understand the instructions and as though they are in a different language, but they are not. Sometimes I feel as though my mind is dull and I ask God to make it brilliant because I know that anything is possible with him.

Now that I have done my whinning for the day, I hope you all know that I didn't kick you to the curb -- I was trying to learn how to change my template on my own. Have a blessed day.