Monday, March 28, 2011

Punkin had a Birthday!

Happy Birthday to my precious husband Mike who turned Sshhhhhhhh! ___ on Saturday the 26th!
He celebrated Friday with the ladies from his office who took him to lunch and got him his favorite German Chocolate Cake...and he celebrated that night with just the two of us with a Steak Dinner and more Cake...and again for the big family lunch/dinner after church Sunday where he got good wishes, lots of lovin, pressies, cards and some more German Chocolate Cake.


Happy Birthday Sweetie. You rock my world!

Thursday, March 24, 2011

New Venture In The Works

Yes...................I am inspired by Charlotte who has several amazing blogs one of which is her blog dedicated entirely to her Dolls.

And I got thinking..................................Whoa Nellie...This could be fun to have a good excuse to start "playing" with all my dolls.

So a new site is born. I will begin working on this very very soon. So hop on board and be my new friends with

MizMollyes Dollies and Playmates

Tears that cleanse

I awaken in the morning refreshed and renewed.
Vaguely remembering the tears shed before falling asleep.

Could it be that Tears may be God's way of clearing the cobwebs of hurt from our hearts?



Be merciful to me, Lord,
for I am in trouble;
my eyes are tired from so much
crying;
I am completely worn out.

Psalms 31:9

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Farewell Liz

Elizabeth Taylor.................gone at age 79.

Bigger than life she was. She was 12 years older than I and at the age when little girls were "star struck" and over the moon with collecting pictures and articles about thier favorite glamorous stars, I was taping my room with images of Elizabeth Taylor and Jame Dean and of course a few years later, Elvis.

As a young girl and woman, she had a fragile, sweet innocence about her with her whispery somewhat Brittish sounding voice. Later on she would seem brash but I always thought the little girl was still within.

This is the way I will remember Elizabeth Taylor.


God Bless you Elizabeth

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

What is it gonna take?

I am so sick of reading about this creep and looking at his what I once considered good looking face. But who cares at this point what he looks like. He needs help. But why would he get it. He doesn't have to. We keep taking him back as he is. We are a Society of Enablers.



Why do we continue to support him? We either go to watch him in movies or buy tickets to movies he has directed. This makes no sense.

He is a time bomb just waiting to go Off.......and when he does it will probably be in a Big way as in killing someone. Then and only then I guess his money making days will be over.

Truths: He is an alcoholic who obviously is "not ready" to get well.
He has anger issues he works on only when he is forced to.
He is a loose cannon. An abuser. A womanizer. A liar. And he continues to act out, be arrested, say he is sorry, do a few weeks or months as a requirement to getting out of something once again, and Bam right back he goes to direct or act in a movie and we forget all about how sick this guy is.

But this scene is played all over the world day after day with guys who have no name. Guys we don't know about. They are accused, arrested, proven guilty, have restraining orders placed against them. They lose their homes, their wives/girlfriends, their jobs, their children and then someone loses their life at the hands of this abuser. Then we all cry out and play the blame game.

It seems that we must put our creative minds to work and find a solution to stop this in it's nasty tracks. Every action does not deserve the same legal consequence. Some crimes need a different form of rules.

Why can't Hollywood just say No to Mel. We won't hire you. We won't have you direct our movies. We won't give you anymore free publicity. You're yesterday's news. Now get on the streets with the rest of our sick society who are content to live as they do...and tell your story walking__ Or__ go turn yourself into a treatment center, a halfway house, a program of recovery, and then from the bottom up maybe, just maybe you can begin to rebuild your life while your victims try to rebuild theirs and until you desire to get well, may all you hear as you "stink, grow a beard and rub your two nickles together" is "Mel who?"

Monday, March 21, 2011

How Do You Learn?

Did you ever see this old Movie? I am on my way to Netflix to order it!


How do YOU Learn? Are you one of those people who can hear something and retain it? Or when you read a passage, some scripture, or something maybe a little wordy and difficult it just stays with you? Or are you a person who must Experience something to remember it.

I confess, my brain seems to work completely different today than it did in my younger days. Actually I HAVE a brain today! And most of the time back then, I did'nt desire so much to learn, but to be entertained.

I've always marveled at and "envied" (whoops) people who could read the Bible and remember what they read, actually Understand it and above all, teach others. I just got lost in the "thes, thus's, and henceforths" and after stumbling over names I could not pronounce, somehow allowed the veil to cover the retention part of my brain so any bible reading was in vain. Frustration would set in and I'd give it up only to satisfy myself in "Daily Readings".

But I now know what works best for me! I have to watch a Movie, or Read a Novel and then when my appetite has me hungering for more I can go to the Bible and read, retain and respond!

Which brings me back to the topic of my Post today. The King's Wives.

I recently was skimming through Amazon for some new Freebies for my Kindle and came across "Michal" written by Jill Eileen Smith and quickly read it. And I loved it! Oh Michal, like a little sister; always getting the raw end of the deal.


What a surprise to learn so much about people in the books of Samuel, Kings and Chronicles! I'm saying to find Saul interesting and to know so much about Joab. To realize how "human" David was and to realize how Handsome he was. How tender. How very musically talented. Well.............I was onto something here.

And as I told you I was searching for "Freebies", I meant I rarely BUY the Kindle books because of the wide selection of Free books, but after reading about the first woman who stole the King's heart, I was hooked, so I found the next two books in the series and purchased them.


Abigal was next and I could relate to her. I mean this could have been a blogging sister. She came to life and spoke to me. Oh Abigail, how can I say "Goodbye" to you.

Then I was sadly off on the last of the three "wife stories"; Bathsheba; which I felt I could not possibly love as much as I had loved Michal and Abigail.

What a bad rap she's been given. How much I did not know about her. I can remember learning bits of her as a child, and she was passed off as a "loose woman" with not much to admire. But as I read her story and learned of her life told as only another woman could, I came to admire Bathsheba and appreciate her "humanness", her sisterhood with us. She has so much to say. So much to teach. Bathsheba, the woman who loved much, learned much and suffered much.


I'm sad that this is the end of the line for this series, but maybe God intended Ms. Smith to only write about three of the many women in the king's life, because now I'm inspired to go to the most important book written and learn more about those people I will get to meet someday.

Each book leaves you with a moral lesson, but Bathsheba speaks volumns to the woman of today. The lesson here............Redemption. God's mercy comes down upon you in this beautiful story and you're left on your knees in thanksgiving and humility.

My "how do I learn" discovery all began two years ago as my youngest protestant daughter Shari introduced me to Bible Study with Beth Moore. Shari and I begun the most meaningful realationship we know to this day by studying together the lessons taught by Beth.

We began with Esther and I was then inspired to watch a movie of Esther and then read the book in the Bible, and fell in love with Esther and learned values and took the teachings to today's time, and applied the principles to my live and not only have retained it but can teach others! I tell you my friend, for me.....well this is nothing short of a literary miracle!

Jill Eileen Smith has a website here called The King's Wives. Treat yourself to a visit with her and get to know some of the other women who write historical romance. Most specifically Biblical Romance. In the past I would have passed this genre off as "fluff". I'm sure glad I opened my mind when I saw the name "Michal".

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Thank You Father

for letting me live long enough to realize that this


won't bring HAPPINESS



and that looking like this for a woman my age just
ain't where it's at
but when we learn that going to our knees

brings us true peace, joy, happiness, closeness and belonging
we then live to live

we appreciate the time we take to grow our flowers, to smell our flowers and to give thanks for this stage of our lives



"older age"............. how glorious it can be!




PROVERBS 16: 31 Long life is the reward of the righteous; gray hair is a glorious crown.

Today I am linking up with the beautiful ladies at SPIRITUAL SUNDAYS. Please go by for a visit and take a moment to visit some of the other linking sisters.
Much love for an awesome Sunday,

Friday, March 18, 2011

IT'S OVER .....AND I'M GONNA LIVE


My procedures are over and I have most of the results.

From my CTScan on Wednesday the only thing showing up are some cysts on my liver and I am told it is "not a big thing" and nothing to worry about. OK...Then I won't worry.
From the EGD procedure yesterday I learned several things. I had a very small esophagus which they stretched and the scope showed that there was much reflux and irritation going on with my esophagus which the doctor thinks may be caused by some of the meds I take and for some reason he did a biopsy of my esophagus which I will not know about until the 24th. I was given a prescription for a drug called Baclofen which I take at bedtime for four weeks and this is a muscle relaxer used to treat muscle spasms associated with MS patients or those suffering from spinal cord injuries. So at least I have a probable cause for the pains and discomfort I experience when eating solid foods and we'll see what happens now.

It is so disheartening to go to the doctor, take a regime of tests and procedures which are very expensive and involved to only be told that everything looks "ok" when you know plain well things are anything but "ok". But on the other hand you sure don't want to be told it is something very serious and bad, so you hope they will find something wrong with you but that it can be fixed. Can anyone relate to this?

And yesterday was the 17th of the month which was also the 9 month death anniversary of Jake and I just woke up this morning and decided I'M GONNA LIVE TIL I DIE... Whoops! not DIE but LIVE til I LIVE...cause as bloggy sister Marcia said,,"We live to live".

I'm going to plant and work, pick and care for our garden this year with joy. I am moving slower than ever before due to my RA which as you all know worsens each day and bursitis and bad hips slow you down and cause you unending pain, but ya know folks...it just is what it is and I just have to quit whining and griping about it. I am so grateful to be alive and have all the joys and blessings I have.

And I want to just love and enjoy my family

You know we are expecting a new great granddaughter (who will be called Lanna) on April 5. And Mike and I are going to Dolphin Island April 10 to fish, lie on the beach and spend some time with our son Buddy and his family in Mobile. I am so looking forward to seeing him and being able to get away with my hubby for some relaxing and fun time.

And the biggest guess what to all of you my brothers and sisters who have hung in with me this past year as I've been MIA much of the time and in la la land the other part of the year.................I have gotten back into ART and in creating in general. I thought I never would again hold a paint brush, but I am painting the gourds we grew last year and have begun painting fairy birdhouses which I will soon be ready to "show and tell".

But this post ain't all about me...I want to specially thank the following for their prayers and for commenting on my health procedures because it sure helps to know people are lifting you up. So Thank You
THERESA
PARSLEY
WANDA
CORY
PEGGY
ASTRID
PEA
TAMMY
DOTTIE
LEEANN
CRYSTAL MARY
BOB
DORIS
RON
SHEILA
And to anyone else out there who loves me like crazy, you just have no idea how much you mean to me! Thank you and above all...Thank you my Heavenly Father, my Adonai Eloheynu for giving me the desire to press on..............

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Ain't This A Revoltin Development


Yep I'll be sliding into the tunnel for some pictures of my mid section Wednesday and on Thursday off for one of those twilight procedures with the dreaded scope. You know the one.

I'd appreciate a prayer or two and not to advise God of his business, but that the doctors will be able to find out just what is going on and be able to do something to make it better. Cause I can tell you sisters, something is just not right within.

Love you all and will bring you up to speed when I know something for sure.

Friday, March 11, 2011

Happy Pink/Green Saturday

Sshhhhhhhhh!

It's no secret...............

The word is out.............

That Mizmollye and Punkin Darlin are expecting their 5th Great Grandchild on April 5

And guess what? It's a Girl.
Yep ... the Pink gave it away
and her Momma is our granddaughter Emily!

Whoot...whoot!

Have a beautiful Pink and Green Saturday and be sure to stop by our Hostess with the mostest Miss Beverly over at How Sweet The Sound! Thanks Beverly for a fun day!

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

40 Days To Prepare



LENT: the time for repentance. Not in just feeling sorry for our sins, but the 40 days in which we as Catholics desire to do something about them. This is a time to change not only our diets or bad habits but the opportunity to do something for others, to behave differently. To renounce the ways we have been living and treating others and adopting a new way of life. To recognize the very things that can remove us from God and again bring us back home to Him.



We fast, we abstain and we repent. If we judge and criticize our neighbors, our fasting is in vain. Our repentance is hypocrisy. And furthermore we mock Jesus.

Repentance comes after realizing that our hearts and our minds have taken the wrong road.



How do we repent? The first thing we must do is withdraw from the stimulus. We must realize what we do and pray that God will forgive us and then we must make amends and atone for our sins.

It is only by a transformation that opens our spiritual eyes and hearts that we may shout with joy, "Christ is risen from the dead and death has no sting".

EXAMINATION OF CONSCIENCE

For the times that I forget that I need a Savior; and arrogantly rely on myself as if I am sufficient to myself: Lord Jesus, have mercy on me!
For the times that I trust my sinful attachments more than the Father's love: Lord Jesus, have mercy on me!
For the times that I allow my own reactions and opinions to supersede the truth of the Father revealed to me through Christ in his Church:
Lord Jesus, have mercy on me!
For the times I shun the presence of Christ, whether it be his sacramental presence or his presence through the people he puts in my life:
Lord Jesus, have mercy on me!
For the times I blaspheme by using other human beings as things that I can manipulate or use for my own selfish ends:
Lord Jesus, have mercy on me!
For the times I abuse those things the Father has given to me for the building up of his kingdom:
Lord Jesus, have mercy on me!
For the times that I justify my sinfulness:
Lord Jesus, have mercy on me!
(taken from The Magnificat Lenten Companion)

I wish you all the most meaningful Lenten season ever. You inspire me to be better and I love you for that!

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Do We Truly Value Our Elders?


I know in some other countries the elderly are revered and truly honored, but do we here in the richest nation in the world? This year begins an explosion of elderly like never before have we seen and are we ready for the care they will need? What about Compassion? Is it in us to treat our aging parents, grandparents like we want to be treated? What about when they embarass us, when they begin to act as children, become incontinent, messy and just plain silly. Will we scoff at them and try to send them away, or ignore and secretly long for the day when they are no longer here? I'm grateful and Blessed that my children are compassionate and loving. I am sad and heartbroken for the frail ones who are not so blessed.

Serious questions and ones we must truly take seriously and think hard on. I was thinking of the fact that I and my little brother are the "end of the line" as far as elders in our families. Our grandparents and parents long gone. I sure wish I could have do-overs where my parents were concerned. How I would lavish the love and respect on them; but did I do so while they were here? Not nearly as I would have if I could go back. I found a little story while surfing these topics and it broke my heart but what a lesson to learn. I hope it is meaningful to you too.


The Grandfather's Table

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table, but the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.

The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. "We must do something about Grandfather," said the son. "I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor." Therefore, the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since grandfather had broken a dish two, his food was served in a wooden bowl. When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.

The four-year-old watched it all in silence. One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?" Just as sweetly, the boy responded, "Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up." The four-year-old smiled and went back to work. The words so struck the parents that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.

That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days, he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.
(Submitted by Kathy Pinto)


Children are remarkably perceptive. Their eyes ever observe, their ears ever listen, and their minds ever process the messages they absorb. If they see us patiently, provide a happy home atmosphere for family members, they will imitate that attitude for the rest of their lives. The wise parent realizes that every day the building blocks are being laid for the child's future. Let us be wise builders and role models.

Always remember: "What goes around, comes around!" However, "Treating others as you would treat yourself or that you would like to be treated will grant you more love than not!


Love you all and hope you have a wonderful afternoon


Tuesday, March 1, 2011

The Cab Ride


One night I took a fare at 2:30 a.m. When I arrived to collect, the
building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window.
Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, and then drive away.

But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself.

So I walked to the door and knocked. "Just a minute", answered a
frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the
floor.

After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 80's
stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase.

The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All
the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

"Would you carry my bag out to the car?" she said. I took the
suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.

She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.

She kept thanking me for my kindness. "It's nothing", I told her.
"I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated".

"Oh, you're such a good boy", she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, and then asked, "Could you drive through downtown?"

"It's not the shortest way," I answered quickly.

"Oh, I don't mind," she said "I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a
hospice".

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. "I
don't have any family left," she continued. "The doctor says I don't have very long." I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

"What route would you like me to take?" I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me
the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.

We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or
corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly
said, "I'm tired. Let's go now".

We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low
building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.

Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They
were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The
woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

"How much do I owe you?" she asked, reaching into her purse.

"Nothing," I said.

"You have to make a living," she answered. "There are other
passengers," I responded. Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.

"You gave an old woman a little moment of joy," she said.

"Thank you."

I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.
Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.

I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly
lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if
that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more
important in my life. We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve
around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.
(Sourced from the internet from a former cab driver)


PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT 'YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID, ~BUT~THEY WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL.

Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we
might as well dance.