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Name: Grandma
Gender: Female
Interests: God, husband, children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren
Expertise: Children and grandchildren
Occupation: Retired
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Member Since:
2/26/2005
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| I'm calling this tree the Lone Ranger. I can imagine it stomping its roots and saying "No, I don't want to drop my leaves!" Just like a certain 2 year old I know......hehe.
This morning I'm taking my mother to the oral surgeon (tooth puller in plain language) again. This time to have the other front tooth pulled. Then the dentist will make her a spring something or other so that she won't be toothless.
I have a bunch of errands to run in the afternoon. It's only supposed to be in the 40's today. Still we've had a nice November, though it would be nice to see the sun again. Busy weekend ahead, and then time to think about Thanksgiving. Happy day to you all. Remember to "rejoice in the Lord."
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| I just read the title of an entry on Xanga's main page. It was, "What was your favorite school lunch?"
I didn't have a favorite school lunch. I hated them all. The most hated was probably hash and string beans.
I still don't like hash. I like some string beans, but only if they don't have strings in them.
We used to have an hour for lunch and recess. The teachers ate with us, and we were required to eat everything on our plates. I would sit and play with my food. I might eat a little bit of fruit or bread, and I'd drink all the milk. I liked milk. If I waited long enough, the teachers would get done and leave, then I could take my tray up, and maybe have a few minutes to play before the bell rang.
In those days, nobody ate pizza, let alone at school. Tater tots hadn't been invented. We had spaghetti but the flavor was awful. The vegetables were all canned, nothing frozen. Here I am complaining, and I just happened to think.....what about all those kids in the world that don't have lunch at all? At home I was told to think about all the starving Armenians, and eat my food. I never did know how that would help them. But I digress. (That's something you never say, but it looks impressive on paper.....hehe.)
Our junior high and high schools didn't have cafeterias, so I carried my lunch to school. Yea! I could eat what I wanted. I can't remember what I put in my lunches, but I do know this much........no hash, and no string beans!
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| Update - I did a lot in the basement, but that's about it. Ran a few errands, cooked supper. Plan to finish up the basement today, and do a couple of other things on the list. Books will have to wait, maybe until someday when we're snowed in. 
Hi . I took a few days off for a Sunday School party at our house, company from Alaska, Sunday family dinner, and a trip to the orthopedic (correction-oral) surgeon for my poor mother, who is outliving her teeth.
I have a lot of things I could do today........reorganize books in bookshelves, go through stuff in basement and arrange so I might have a chance of knowing what is there and where it is, go to the library, visit a friend, practice making communion bread until I find a recipe I like.......just lots of things. I think the stuff in the basement might take priority, if I get off of this computer. Soooooo......see you all later.
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| During the 80's I drove a 1956 aqua (turquoise) and white Chevy. It had No power steering and I ended up with bursitis in my shoulder. It also had no radio, so I sang a lot. Most of my kids didn't mind, but my youngest didn't like it. The next to youngest liked it as long as she knew the songs. She got mad if I sang a new one. Some of the songs I sang were:
Love Lifted Me
Standing On The Promises
Leaning On The Everlasting Arms
Let The Lower Lights Be Burning
and of course, lots of choruses like This Little Light Of Mine. That one we sang in English and Sango.
Did you know I can sing the chorus of Jesus Loves Me in 5 different languages? English, Spanish, French, Sango and Chinese. I once asked my Chinese-American son-in-law if he understood what I was singing when I sang it in Chinese. Of course, he was polite to me, his mil, and said yes. He did correct me on one of the words though.
One time I was singing "God is so good, God is so good, God is so good, He's so good to me" when I heard a little voice from the back seat singing "God is so bad." I can't remember my response, but I think I said something like "that's enough." I didn't want to make a big deal of it, but I also didn't want it to continue. I'm not even positive about which child it was, though it had to be one of a certain two.
Sometimes I will wake up in the morning with a song going through my head and I don't remember hearing or singing it for ages. Other times it will be something we sang in church Sun. Still other times I just wake up.
The Bible says "The Lord will command his lovingkindness in the daytime, and in the night his song shall be with me. a prayer to the God of my life." Psalm 42:8.
Here's a fun one we still sing. We first heard it on a Raffi tape.
"Willaby wallaby wu, an elephant sat on you.
Willaby wallaby we, an elephant sat on me.
Willaby wallaby wancy, an elephant sat on Nancy.
Willaby wallaby wanny, an elephant sat on Danny.
Willaby wallaby wommy, an elephant sat on Mommy.
Willaby wallaby waddy, an elephant sat on Daddy."
The kids love hearing their own names in the song, and they think it's simply hilarious when the elephant sits on Mommy or Daddy, or Grandpa or Grandma.
Maybe, just maybe, I should turn off the car radio and sing more.
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| I'm afraid I might be giving some of you the wrong impression about our family, at least those of you who don't know us except on Xanga. We are NOT perfect, in fact, we are very imperfect. I could make a list of our faults, but I am not going to do that. I am just going to say that, on the whole, we get along pretty well. Some of us work together, live quite close to each other, and still speak when we get together for family birthday parties. (Smile.) Our marriages are not perfect, we are not perfect. But God loves us anyway, and we do love each other too, at least most of the time.
I grew up in a small family, and so did my husband. In large families it seems like there are always problems....... someone is always needing prayer for something. On the other hand, there is always a lot of support. When one child or grandchild is going astray, there are others to help pray for and encourage the wayward one.
So I thank God for my family, and I remember that all of us who belong to Jesus are in God's family. It is not perfect yet either, but it will be when we all get to Heaven. God's family (the Church) and our families would be much better off if we would all do what the Apostle Paul tells us to do in Ephesian 4:32. A lot of us memorized it as little children, but it's easier said than done.
"Be ye kind, one to another, tender-hearted, forgiving one another, even has God, for Christ's sake, hath forgiven you."
Here's a special family picture.
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