Showing posts with label life happenings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life happenings. Show all posts

Friday, April 20

*random photo's from my phone

 Interesting plunger handle that we saw at a recent doctor's office visit while using the restroom.

 Oh, my babies. Athena's third litter, she birthed 9 and is raising 9 - successful litter!

 Many "nucs" at our local Bee Master's shop.   This is the day I picked up our 4th hive.

 The big girls love to peck at the sunflower leaves each evening when we bring them snacks from the garden.

 Lucy insist on laying her egg in the barn, in odd places every day... so we let  her (lol).

 Its  me! It is the rare occasion that I like photo's of myself.

 The hedge around our pool area is in full bloom and to me, smells heavenly!

Lunch with my dear husband, the company and food were both excellent! Have a great weekend!

Friday, March 16

*solace on the surf

Today was a day for solace, and I found my solace amidst loud shrieking children who were all having a great time running in and out of the waves.  The laughter of small children is something I haven't been around in a while, it was wonderful!  The beach was PACKED.

Many young students had driven to the beach for spring break as well.  It was obvious that I was either not at the family friendly beach or they were not at the Belle Glades (the partying beach in Fernandina Beach where I grew up).

The sounds (words) coming out of their mouths didn't bring the same delight as the innocent little children.  I wasn't offended, as I am not offended by curse words. I didn't really like what I heard, didn't want to be a party to it, but I wasn't offended by it. I know that their actions were sinful, so are some of my actions -some I am aware of, some I am not.  I bet it is the same way with them, some things they recognize as "wrong" or sinful, and somethings they don't yet recognize.  I pray that someone in their life is able to LIVE OUT Jesus to them in a real tangible way.

Para sailing seems to be really popular here on the Emerald Coast.  I think I would like to do this one day, but my DH said, "Have fun!"  I guess I wont be para sailing, because I would only want to do this with him.  I am not sure I want to pay the price they are asking anyway.

Crab Island was not terribly busy today, but just you wait! In a month or so from now this area will be crawling with people, boats, jet ski's, floating amusement toys etc.

Monday, March 12

*foot prints in the sand

About 18 months ago when we knew we were going to be moving to Florida we began making a list of things we wanted in what will ultimately be our retirement home, that is unless God see fit to move us elsewhere.

Some of the things on the list were:
 * close to beach
 * on the water
 * close to DH's work
 * a barn on the property
 * in the rural area
 * a pool
 * land
 * etc....

One of the things we finally marked off the list was "on the water". The water front properties that we looked at, whether it be on the bay, intercoastal waterway or other were just to high priced for our pocket books. And while I would have liked to be closer to the beach, being close to DH's work was in conflict with that, but 45 minutes is still close if you ask me. Today I took advantage of that and walked on the beautiful Emerald Coast before dusk.  It was rather windy and cool tonight, but lovely nonetheless!

How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is the sum of them!  Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand -when I awake I am still with you.  ~Psalm 139:17-18


Tuesday, January 24

*laughter is good for the soul

A good, real, unrestrained, hearty laugh is a sort of glorified internal massage, performed rapidly and automatically.  It manipulates and revitalizes corners and unexplored crannies of the system that are unresponsive to most other exercise methods.  ~Author unknown, from an editorial in New-York Tribune, quoted in Quotations for Special Occasions by Maud van Buren

 Laughter is an instant vacation.  ~Milton Berle

 What soap is to the body, laughter is to the soul.  ~Yiddish Proverb

 Laughter gives us distance.  It allows us to step back from an event, deal with it and then move on.  ~Bob Newhart

 Remember, men need laughter sometimes more than food.  ~Anna Fellows Johnston

I know this picture looks a bit crude... and I am sorry, but these two are like brother and sister and they were laughing it up to the highest! 

A joyful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones. Prov 17:22

Monday, November 28


Today as I got ready to go out the door into the somewhat brisk weather, I grabbed my black leather jacket that I haven't worn since last winter.  As I put it on, I felt a "treasure" in the front left pocket. Once I had the jacket on, I reached in to see what it was hiding in there since last winter.

Um. Well. I was not thrilled to find a mozzarella cheese stick in my coat pocket!  We use these as treats with Frayja and she obviously wasn't a good girl on this particular day because the treat remained in my pocket for many months. 

And in the other pocket was $5 and some change...
Do you find treasure in your coat pockets like me at the beginning of the new winter season? You never know when you  might need a moldy cheese stick or a few bucks. 

Saturday, November 5

*a new perspective

Face book. Myspace. Twitter. Buzz = Social media, what a misnomer. I have struggled (if I can say it that way) with Facebook, Myspace, Twitter and the likes for a while now. I have had an account with all at one point or another. Never really enjoying any of them, don't get me wrong, I enjoy that I was able to keep up with my cousins, my dear friends, etc.  At one point I had several hundred "friends", and when I started thinking.. OK.. I am done with this, I simply narrowed down the people that I naturally chatted with, sent messages to on a regular basis. Then one day, I simply decided that I was done with social media and closed my Facebook account yet once again.  I feel like such venues cause our culture to be the most unsocial generation ever.  WARNING: these are my opinions, feelings and thoughts on this topic.  I have to quote a wise woman in my life regarding Facebook.  These are her thoughts about such venues, she desires to know people, not know about them.  In my mind right up until last night was that FB did more harm that good. I know my thinking is limited.  We read about people, we look into their lives often them unaware - so we AREN'T socializing with them, we read things about their personal lives that perhaps they shouldn't have shared in the first place.  There are so many other examples (in my opinion) why FB is more of a hindrance to our souls than a help.

However last night, I had to step back a bit and rethink my strong opinion. I STILL don't think FB is for me, so I will remain deactivated.  However, last night my husband had to take me to the hospital ER (I am fine) and our youngest son posted on  his FB :prayer needed for my mom etc. He had people across the nation praying for me. I am grateful. He was home alone, afraid, worried, and FB helped him touch some friends & family - it played it intended part- social interactions.  He also used his phone and made a few calls, so with or without FB he would have contacted people he knew he could count on for prayer support- just sayin.

I do not judge people who have FB accounts, we are all challenged in different ways, all have different needs, strengths and weaknesses. For me, FB doesn't play a vital role in my life. I prefer to write notes, personal emails, send packages, and make phone calls to the ones I love. I prefer to be relational and FB is not my choice of method.   Maybe I am just an fuddy duddy?  Maybe. Maybe not.

 Later added:  I guess my biggest "problem" with FB is when people choose to use it to keep themselves feeling connected to other peoples lives and not interacting as they once did.  We can find out about what is going on in peoples lives and never talk to them. We no longer need to call to say hi and catch up because FB has done that for us.  Again, my limited opinion. 

Saturday, October 22

*celebrate good times, come on!

Our house (in NC) sold!

It is worth celebrating.  The truth is, we have had many things to celebrate since our house went on the market a year ago - yes it was on the market for a full year.

Eric left NC in March, so it has been vacant for 6 or so months.  It was a long wait. I know full well that God was doing something all along the way. We were pounding the Heavens with prayers (many of you along with us) and we asked His will to be done, in His timing.  Of course it was done in His timing, but I must tell you that from the time of the offer, til the closing, God was "showing off".  Everyone we have worked with from our agent, to the buyer to the closing agent to the contractor doing repairs, was phenomenal - picture perfect!  We went from an offer in first week in October and closed in the 3rd week of the same month.  Astonishing.

This home holds many special memories for our family and many dear friends, those we will cherish for many years to come, but we are grateful that this house will now become someone elses home.  May as much love, peace and joy - no, may more, fill this house as did when our family lived there.  Good Bye North Carolina, our heart will be fully in Florida now.

Wednesday, July 13

*moving on is hard to do

Newly married twenty some odd years ago, my husband and I moved to the great state of North Carolina with orders in the US Army. The move was hard on our families, as we had the first grandchild in tow and we were packing up to drive 365 miles north. This move was the beginning of our family, it was what would shape and form who we are today.   We were unlike most military, not all, but most military families.  We would end up staying in Fayetteville for 22 (ish) years. We grew up there. We have roots there. We developed into the people we are today based on our lives there.   I mean, yes our parents had something to do with our upbringing which has a lot to do with who we are as well. 

I found a church fairly soon after moving to Fayetteville. I attended, loved it, but wasn't really involved for a number of years. This mostly due to my immaturity in many things, some of which are too personal to share.  I grew up "in" church, so none of what I was exposed to was new to me.  None of it was questioned in my thinking.  Don't get me wrong, I didn't operate in most of it as a mature Christian would, because I was not.  I am so very grateful to the people who will likely always look back on Manna Church as a place where special relationships were formed, developed and nurtured. For it was out of Manna that I met some of the best people on this side of Heaven.

I have dear friends who were only 5 miles away, who are now anywhere from 500 to 1000 to 1500 miles in different directions.  It makes getting together for tea a bit difficult.  I have to choose often to count my blessings, because I miss these ladies, their families and the community therein more than I can express. I have watched friends move over the years and since God showered me with so many great meaningful relationships, I always had someone there to help me grow, to help me straighten up a bit in the areas I was crooked, to - you know rub iron against iron.  I was so very blessed to have come in contact with some very special people who through God's leading helped shape and form me and my family into who we are today.  I want to say thanks to each of you, if you are reading you know who you are. Thanks. For in accepting my friendship, you chose to accept my good, bad and ugly and because of that I have become better in all my ways.  I miss you deeply, terribly, so much so that it hurts.

I totally understand why people who are hurting for one reason or another, saved or unsaved, throw themselves into a project of sorts. I mean all in!  It consumes idle time. It keeps your mind busy so your soul cannot rest. By default I have been busy with moving in, repairing things while Eric was in NC waiting, tilling and planting a huge garden and then the move of the reminder of our things plus Eric, harvesting the garden among a list of other things - whew! I did live through all of that!

The hard part about all of this is that I would love to have all my dearest friends here with me in this place. Sharing this life we are now privileged to be living. I love it here. I love that when you meet someone it is an assumption that you attend one of the churches nearby.  Its small town feel, its going to be great. One of my closest friends' daughter gave some wise words recently: you cannot replace the friendships from NC that you so dearly cherish  and treasure with new ladies. So true! Those relationships were for a time. They were predestined to help shape and form me into who I am now. You wont need those same kinds of friendships or relationships. I am not saying that I don't believe that we will not need close, deep friendships  because we will. But I grew up with and alongside women and shared things I will not share with people at this point in my life. I just wish we could go back to the times when the roads weren't even trails that had been blazed yet. Perhaps even a time when we still had, well I was gonna say horse and wagon because you can't get too far in those to fast and moving so far away might have been frowned against. I , however, do not want to do without my air conditioner because I am spoiled.  

Moving on is hard to do and sometimes I put my heels down when I shouldn't. I am pulling my heels up because I know that I am still with flaws, I am still in need of some sharpening, some refining and I know that God has some of His special Floridians picked out to be a part of this chapter in my story. I also believe that God wants me to be a blessing to those in my community as well, I will have a part in some other people's stories here too.  While moving on is hard, I will continue to grow in my NC born friendships and start to germinate some new ones here for now. 

Monday, June 27

*a word to the wise?

A few things you should never do..

....Don't walk briskly and inattentively into your room near your bed that has drawers on the bottom with no shoes on. Hence, you might break your pinky toe. I would know this because I have first hand experience! My toe now looks like a big fat purple grape, so I keep warning all around me to stay away from my grape, lest we make whine. ( Since feet are not lovely things to photograph, I have spared you .)

....If you have very curly hair naturally and now live in a humid climate, don't cut your bangs eye brow length. I haven't really found a hair stylist yet. I loved my hair stylist in NC so much that I feel a bit defeated in finding one and I haven't even started looking yet. With this being my current status and my bangs having been near my chin, I decided to trim them just a bit. I trimmed them to my eyebrows, they looked nice enough. They looked nice enough until I stepped outside on that day, and the next day and the day after that. I spend a lot of my time outside so, my hair stays frizzy, curly, crazy looking all the time.  The good thing is that I don't like to leave the property too often, so I don't feel super inclined to jazz myself up and it's hair, so it will grow back soon.

This is what it looks like after I straight iron the bangs, then step outside our Florida home. LOL!
Same hair, after all of it was flat ironed.

....Never bend over in front of your sister who is carrying a camera.  I uploaded the pictures from my sisters camera because she was taking pictures of the goats, and some pictures when we were working with the bees this weekend during their quick visit. Upon uploading them, I found a few pictures I did not know she took.   I love her! And I would likely do the same to her!
Both Cleo and I feel violated. 

If you are wise, you are probably already smart enough not to do any of these things. I can assure you that I will never do at least one of these things ever again, as long as I live in Florida or any other humid climate.

Wednesday, April 20


Last Saturday I was here in our home in Florida with the windows up, and the screens on the storm doors pulled up so the breeze could come inside the house while I cleaned and organized.  Then it happened that I got a phone call from my hubby who was spending his last week in North Carolina, this call was not our normal phone call to each other during this time of living in two separate places.  He called me only minutes after a tornado ripped across our neighborhood and went on from there severely hitting several large neighborhoods in our city.  Our home and several in our neighborhood did sustain some damage.  Many trees were pulled out of the ground, tops snapped out or lost limbs on our street, but no one in our neighborhood lost their home.

I have friends in each of the neighborhoods that was hit HARD, one of them lost their roof.  Yes, the roof was literally sucked - lifted - snatched off. Several areas in the city are inaccessible and some areas requiring a pass to gain entrance. Looting is a problem - what is wrong with people? These severely damaged areas that are still without power are being supported by public servants.   I have seen many pictures of the devastation, heard several peoples heart felt stories and soon I will see some of  it for myself as Henry and I fly to North Carolina.

Our house remains on the market, we had hoped that we would have an offer on our home by this date, so now we will leave the house on the market as we all leave NC  to our home in Florida together -finallyThe insurance adjuster came out rather timely, but now we will wait for the shingles to be replaced and the privacy fence repaired.  Eric kept the chain saw rather busy the last few days getting the downed trees cut and cleared.

Eric sent this picture today and the caption he added was this: "Taming the wild". 
Please take time to visit Purpose Driven Family's Blogspot
She has done a great job writing about a friend we have in common. Trina and her family live in one of the neighborhoods that was hit severely. 

Thursday, February 10

*husbandman arrives

One who is devoted to the tillage of the soil; one who cultivates a farm; an agriculturist; a husbandman.

Mr. Husbandman has arrived!  Eric was supposed to arrive tonight but he surprised me by one day early!  While Henry and I were "in town" (literally just at Walmart in the neighboring town 25 minutes away) yesterday, we got a call from Eric. He normally calls me on his way home from work; it was around that time.  He stated that he was on his way home and asked if we on our way home.  When we arrived back at Erilyn he was out by the barn showing our other cats their new Floridian home. After a potential snow in North Carolina on the day he had originally planned to leave he decided it best if he left a day early.

He brought me these ....

...and said "Happy Valentines!"  The beautiful thing about that is, I love it!  I don't require diamonds and gold, the simple thought of something so practical delights me more than precious stones. He knows this. He knows me.

Sneak Peek of an upcoming post: 

Saturday, November 20

*make peace with it..

This I found while visiting YouTube and on some days you just simply need some comic relief.

I have come to an understanding with the loose skin on my neck, my wrinkles and other aged aspects of my body.  Perhaps not my hair color (since I still dye it).

Monday, November 15

*change is good?

Change is Good. 

I thought this was quite funny. This card arrived after I had written the previous post (*undecided- like or dislike). Really, I do realize that change is good, and as I stated before, I like technology just as much as the next person. After all, I am a blogger aren't I?

Hope you get a chuckle from the State Farm ad that I got in the mail after ranting about change.

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