My cat, Cricket, was so named when she arrived in the hangar with a slashed neck — she actually chirped like a squeaking bug for the first year. She’s thirteen now, and obviously a Manx. Although she holds some cat traits dear, at times she acts more like a guard dog: she strolls with me to keep me safe, she guards the hangar to the point of attacking stray dogs, and she refuses to be anyone’s lap kitty. She’s my kind of cat!
While waiting for my daughter to get off work, the grandchildren and I walked the grounds of the electric company. As we made our way to the brick gazebo, an employee drove up to question us. I assured him we were connected to Jennifer.
He went directly to my daughter’s office. “You didn’t tell me you were expecting.”
Jennifer’s brow creased as she looked down at her small waistline. “I’m not.”
He proceeded to explain: We spotted your family on the surveillance camera, and just this morning suspicious individuals had been driving around the plant.
A frank Jennifer smiled. “Yes, I can see how my mother and three midgets could look highly suspicious!”
He teased, “It could be a safety issue if they fell into the pond.” (This pond closely resembled a puddle.)
An unconcerned Jennifer laughed. “They can swim better than you.”
One of my favorite family photos of Jen & the suspicious looking little people!Uphold me according to your promise, that I may live, and let me not be put to shame in my hope! Hold me up, that I may be safe and have regard for your statutes continually! Psalm 119: 116 & 117
Kelli, my daughter, was headed to her car when she discovered a small snake in the vestibule. She went for a bucket, while Steve grabbed the critter behind the head. Lili stood, clutching her face, horrified by the turn of events.
Soon after the capture, rough and tough tomboy Kel stepped outside to discover yet another small snake. She ran back into the terminal yelling, “I got to get my boots on!”
Determined to reach her vehicle, she headed outdoors to kick some snake tail only to discover the snake could fly. The slippery serpent sprung straight into the air in an attempt to scare her. It worked! With her arms waving, high pitched screaming, boot stomping ballerina dancing, she finally crushed the tiny snake under the heel of her boot.
Good Job, Kel!
Luke 10:19 Behold, I have given you authority to tread on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy, and nothing shall hurt you.
Over the Thanksgiving Holiday, we stayed with Steve’s beautiful mother Minnie. She’s a spry, petite, bouncing eighty-one year old who could easily run circles around her son. She has a lovely disposition and a very pleasant personality.
While in Mississippi, Steve told his mother that my mashed potatoes were not as creamy as hers. (I hate to say this, but could mix the potatoes into the next county and they wouldn’t be as good as hers.) After a brief discussion, they decided I needed a mixer.
An excited Minnie leaped to the task as if the thought of her son eating lumps was more than she could bear. She hurried to the kitchen closet declaring that she owned four of the said items.
When she retrieved the mixer, I pointed a the large quantities of grocery sacks strung from the floor to the ceiling and teasingly replied, “Do you have enough sacks?”
Minnie explained, “I use them to line the trashcans.”
I laughed, “I don’t need any of those.”
Minnie smiled and yanked a sack from the closet, “You’re getting one for that,” and proceeded to put potatoes along with a new mixer into the sack.
Well, I’m here to tell you that I used my new mixer and discovered that I could whip the potatoes into the next state, and they still wouldn’t be as good as Mama Minnie’s!
For thus says the Lord: Behold, I will extend peace to her like a river, and glory of the nations like an overflowing stream; and you shall nurse, you shall be carried upon her hip, and bounced upon her knee. As one whom his mother comforts, so I will comfort you. Is. 66:12 & 13
This is one of those stories, when reflected upon, makes me laugh joyfully every time!
Steve and his sons are known as extremest. Steve being the radical pilot; his eldest son, Steve II, is the radical warrior; and Cody, the youngest, the radical skydiver. Adrenaline junky is their middle name.
Steve II, home from the war, brought pins to his father’s place for a little show and tell. Normally these devices are used in grenades to make them go boom, but the boys got this brilliant idea to stick a pin in an orange. Excited by the new game, the boys rushed outside not realizing that the glass doors had locked behind them. Steve II tossed the orange explosive a few feet from the group and turned to go back inside.
When the boys discovered the doors had locked and the fruit bomb was about to blow, they plastered their bodies against the glass doors and screamed as the orange cocktail exploded. Bits of pulp splattered across their backside in a gold spray.
After a good hearty laugh, I crawled off the floor to let the orange encrusted boys back inside with a, “You’ve been juiced!”
I perceive that there is nothing better for them than to be joyful and do good as long as they live. Eccl. 3:12
My brother was born with a rare, crippling disease. And by the time the chatty little boy was fifteen, he’d lost his speech. So his gait’s crooked, one arm is twisted behind his back, and his speech is mumbled, but even in the face of all that he has a great disposition. He loves to smile, laugh, and crack jokes. He loves to fly, read, and work on computers. The forty-two year old has a brilliant mind, but unfortunately it is lost on those who cannot see past his twisted frame.
When he came to visit me recently, I had chores so I brought him along. Inside the bank, I pulled a candy dish down from the top counter and asked, “Would you like a sucker?”
“Yes,” he mumbled and took one from the bowl.
When we left, the teller smiled wide and waved real big, “Goodbye,” she said as if he were a dumb little child. I nearly snorted out loud.
When we reached the exit I burst into laughter. “People treat you like you’re a retard.”
He smiled. “You do it too!” He was referring to the candy dish. “All of you do it.”
“Make no mistake,” I said, “I used you as a prop. I wanted a sucker.” (It’s an older sister thing.) He, of course, laughed heartily.
I can assure you that he plays his baby brother role well too. He likes to sneak up on me and attack me. I scream every single time.
He’s also very opinionated. If you proclaimed it’s purple, he’ll disagree and tell you it’s a dark blue and proceed to tell you why. My mother used to say he was an argumentative little guy. I’m sure mother was smiling down from Heaven over our recent bible debate. My brother flat informed me the version I was reading was not a good translation. Long debate short, he bought me an ESV study bible. It really does read nicely and I am enjoying it immensely. So now I’ll have to relent and agree that his opinion does matter.
I admire my brother’s tenacity and winning attitude. He has to face adversity head on every single day and comes out on top, so say a little prayer for him for he has many more days to conqueror.