Trying to get back...

There's nothing more boring than listening to a sick person excuse themselves so let's just plunge in as if I'd never been away...

My middly son--yes, middly--is getting married. I am overjoyed. I really love this little girl that he's chosen---she has good sense and a lovely heart. She's young, and there are some things about which she's never thought, but she is good and character is all that matters. A person of good character will make the right decisions with more conviction than a person who's been taught right, but has no character...

Anyway.

His two brothers, both married, got together with him for a "bachelor party" this weekend...the high point was, of course, a fistfight...
This is, you understand, my version, put together with snatches of information from my oldest four children...

The first info came from the oldest, who called to inform me that he was going home having punched his little brother in the face and was angry with the middle brother for having taken up for the baby...(Oldest to youngest: 32, 30, 26. I mean, it's not like they are preschoolers...Yes, they were homeschooled, but they've all been to fairly prestigious universities. You'da thought they'da picked up SOME couth, right?) said he was going back because the middle one was crying(?) and begging him to.

Then my daughter called and talked to her little sister, who was home because she lives with the middle brother and didn't want to be designated driver for the barbarian hoard...daughter's info had come from her dear friend who happens to be the fiance in this whole thing and who informed her that the youngest had bitten the middlest. Yes, bitten...

The next morning the middle son called me...They had, he said, decided that they had all been drugged..."You were all DRUGGED?" I repeated.

"Yes!" he said. "We know we were drugged because we all had no more than 10 beers each" (okay, this is believable since they all drink like IRA henchmen)"and we don't remember anything that happened!"

"You had at most 10 beers each and you don't remember what happened??"

"Yes, and we think whoever drugged us was going to follow us home and rob us, but we left before they thought we would!"

"Someone drugged you in order to follow you home and rob you???"

At this point I heard a high pitched, wheezing wail and a loud thump, and turned to see that my husband was literally laughing so hard that he had fallen off the couch and onto the Big Puppy, and was now kicking his little heels in the air and clutching his sides. Puppy looked concerned...

I was trying mentally to deal with the utter stupidity of a gang who would pass up practicing their theft scheme on one of those little metroplex yuppie nerds driving 2011 BMW's in favor of my three big redneck boys, piling out of a 2003 Ford Mustang...

"Well, you MUST have been drugged," I said. "It's the only explanation that makes any sense."

We exchanged a few more pleasantries, and he said that they had watched the Cowboy game together and had all been in fine spirits when his brothers left...

"Well, I'm glad the experience was more positive than negative," I said...

"I'm just glad we didn't get ROBBED," he said.

The youngest one called, cautiously, that evening. You know the way they do---just kind of scouting out the territory to make sure there is no unpleasantness on the horizon.

Bless their little hearts...

I love them a lot...

Good Friday

Solemn Day! We wait and watch-- Our conversation hold
In low and whispered voices while His battle plan unfolds.
The long, last battle---all things leading up to one dark hour
When our Prince will lead the final charge against the deadly power.

We know full well the outcome, yet we wait with bated breath
Reliving once again our Fair Lord’s Victory and His Death.
Anticipating still the charge made slowly and in pain
Up Calvary’s hill where Love will win and Love’s King will be slain.

We look across the timeless time---our Hero and our Hope
Begins again the endless climb, is fighting up the slope!
The Cross---His banner---in the fore, He strives on gallantly:
His courage never wav’ring as He claims the victory!

The awful sounds of battle fall again upon our ears--
The pounding of the heavy nails! We see His Mother’s tears!
The flow of blood---His own red Blood--now deals the deadly blow!
The King triumphant claims His own and banishes the Foe!

O Solemn Day! All hist’ry leading up to this dark hour
When our Prince will lead the final charge against the deadly power.
We gaze across the timeless time as Heav’n and Earth bow down
Before the dead Incarnate God who wears the thorny crown.


Syler Womack 2000

Just stuff...

I thought I was gonna have to have a mammogram today, but then I remembered that I had a previous appointment to get a molar pulled. Whew! Sure dodged the bullet on that one! Now I don't have to get the mammogram until next week...

Dottie is doing better since she's been seeing the Chiropractor. Benny is really back to normal, and Scipio seems easier as well. It kills me for Dot to be in pain, but it could be worse---she might be one of those dogs who loves to go out and run around and hunt. As it is, she'd just as soon stay home and lie around and have me tell her what a pretty girl she is...

The midnight gardener strikes again...

Dennis and I planted 2 grape vines and four blueberry bushes on Saturday. Arliss the pit puppy watched us carefully and with obvious fascination, his brow furrowed, turning his head this way and that in an attempt to take it all in. Yesterday when Dennis watered the wee plants, Rocky the cat went with him---stayed with him---also apparently very interested.
This morning when I went out to feed the horses, I checked on the plants. Each hole had been carefully re-excavated, the dirt mounded up fairly neatly in front of it, and each mound of dirt had one of the plants lying on it. Well, all but one...I never did find one of the blueberry bushes, but nevermind...the point is that the job was done neatly, with attention to detail and apparently with some purpose---Lord alone knows what that might have been...
Well, it wasn't Scipio. Such things are beneath him. Hadrian would have done the thing with far more flair and far less care, and Dottie would have forgotten what was going on after the first plant...Benny would have suffered a fatal coronary from so much exercise---which leaves the two pits and the cat...Tweek, it must be said, has a history with plants, having stolen an antique rosebush in a one-gallon pot in order to beautify her woody little shade den...but I keep thinking of Arliss' fascination with the process---ditto Rock Star...plus, he's a cat...
All three, plus Dottie, were lying around watching me while I replanted the poor little green things and lamented their cruel abuse, so I will watch and see if it happens again, I guess...
I can't believe I was worried about the horses...

My letter to Governor Perry...

Sir,
I am trusting you to do everything in your power to see that this socialist president's bill does not take effect in the Great State of Texas---up to and including secession. This giant step into the benthic depths of Communism cannot be made---at least not by us.

Yours is a unique opportunity in politics. Depending on which side is ultimately victorious, historians may record you either as a villain or as a hero, but I hope you will not be satisfied to have them say that you merely looked good in the uniform.

Thank you,
Syler Womack

Broke my own rule, but saved again by Grace

So I thought I had accepted the fact that the worst is going to happen politically, and that we have no control over it, but all those years of "American" condition got my gut twisted again---and to what purpose? The worst happened, in spite of an amazing effort by the majority of citizens---and there is nothing we can do. God will help us, but our fate isn't tied to the fate of this country and the traitors who think they run the government. In reality, they are all expendable. The real controllers are so wealthy, elite and obscure that they are untouchable. But pray for the souls of men like Stupak. Poor cowardly thing...

BUT---as for my own salvation, by Grace, a totally undeserved gift from God---I had the most wonderful little house guest this week! My wee Ann Marie, the oldest (at five months) grandbaby, was here with me from Tuesday through Sunday--and I got her dear parents on Saturday and Sunday as well!

I forget---we all do, I suppose--how amazing they are...I finally really got into my groove on Saturday morning, when I remembered the sling. Tied a knot in a length of fabric, stuck any inside it, seated on my hip and we cleaned the kitchen together and washed a load of clothes... They LOVE the sling---they think you are holding them in your arms, yet your hands are both free, and they can see everything you're doing. I got to try out the "tummy tub" and just loved it, as did the baby...3 quarts water come up to her shoulders and she played and played for about 15 minutes--until the water was cooling and I was afraid she would get pruny, then she cried when I took her out because she wanted to stay there (for about 2 minutes) until the warm water calming effect took over and she took a TWO HOUR nap...We bought her a walker, but her little legs are about an inch too short so we had to put a platform under it. Worked well for those times that my fibro just couldn't take anymore stomping, LOL.

The magic is in her desire to interact with everyone in the room. Imagine how wonderful it would be if we simply acknowledged everyone's presence with a truly happy smile...Oh, that little smile.

It was wonderful, and we are so grateful to her dear parents for sharing her with us. How loving is that, to share your most precious possession? I am also grateful to my daughters for helping me care for her. Evil Aunt Sissy kept her constantly amused with hugs and mean comments---the meaner the better--"Let's leave her on someone's doorstep" got a squeal and a belly laugh---and Aunt Baby got up early every morning and held her while I fixed her bottle and walked her when nothing else would comfort her. She loves them both so much and says so, with her eyes, every time she sees them.

So---my involvement with the wee darling has saved me from despair.

say WHAT?

So the ad has the guys who service the rival coke machines--Dr. Pepper, 7 up, Coca Cola, whatever---wheeling their products into the school and the announcer tells us that they are no longer supplying "full calorie soft drinks" (natural sugar as opposed to chemical whatever) in schools.
"American Beverage Companies. Helping children make more balanced choices."

CHOICES??? CHOICES???? What choices? You just eliminated the CHOICE---there is no CHOICE...You just freakin' dictated what the kid can drink! You just re-defined the word "CHOICE" you liberal creeps!

And everyone thinks it's wonderful, because the propaganda machine is in motion and its working, because who wants a fat kid, right? Oh, RIGHT! fat is unhealthy...no, that's BS---You don't want a fat kid because you want a trophy kid, you unnatural vile things...You want your kid to be a little "you" and have lots of sex. Stop lying. Get a new soul.