Saturday Silly

An older man becomes very ill. His son visits and decides he needs to see a doctor.

The man and his wife have farmed for all their married life and have only gone to the little city closest to them for supplies.

Since his Dad doesn’t have a Dr. the son takes him to the closest big city for a checkup. While there the father is amazed at all the “new fangled” things he sees. As they’re walking into the building, he father notices the elevator. The father, never having seen an elevator before, stands in front of it bewildered. While staring at it, an old lady walks up to it, pushes the button and the door opens. She walks inside and the door closes. The father watches as the lights for each floor light as it goes up. He continues to watch as the numbers go down again. Then the door opens and out walks a gorgeous blonde.

Suddenly, the father turns around and takes off running, the son can barely catch up to him. He finally reaches his father and asks why he’s running so fast. The father replies, “Son, I’m going to get your mama and put her in that there contraption!”older manBuildingRunner

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Friday Fiction

The River by Beverly Lewis focuses on the lives of two sisters, Tilly and Ruth Lantz, previously of the Amish faith.

One day, Tilly receives a letter from one of her brothers, requesting she and Ruth return home to Eden Valley for their parents’ anniversary get together.  A few days later, the same brother calls Ruth, urging them to come home, because their father is very ill.

Tilly ran to avoid memories. She married an Englisher and has two daughters, twins Jenya and Tavani. She rebels at the thought of going back to Eden Valley.

Ruth left Eden Valley after the heartbreak caused by a philandering boyfriend.  She is both excited and resistant to returning home.

Neither Tilly nor Ruth really want to return home. Both are happy and settled into their new lives, far from the Amish and Amish way of life. Going back would resurrect memories and hurts best left alone. Memories of sweet Anna, their baby sister, drowned at age five; memories of a father who never seemed satisfied with Tilly and memories of Ruth’s boyfriend, who left her broken-hearted and bereft.

How will the sisters be able to fit into the Amish lifestyle again, even for a short period of time? They both love the ease of Englisher life and are reluctant to go; after all, it’s not really like the Amish to have celebrations.

Finally, overcoming the roiling, disconcerting memories, Tilly and Ruth set off for a visit to Eden Valley. As the visit advances, things seem to have remained the same even though many years have passed. Tilly and her father still have deep issues, and Ruth’s boyfriend wants to pick up where he left off when he broke her heart.

Through much soul-searching, painful honesty and openness, the sisters are able to resolve many issues before realizing they made the right choice leaving Eden Valley.

I received this book from LibraryThing in exchange for an honest review.

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Saturday Silly

Paul was madly in love with, Mary, a beautiful girl. While talking to her on the phone, she told him the next day was her birthday. He excitedly told her he would send her a bouquet of roses the next day, one rose for each year of her life.

Upon hanging up, he called a florist, ordered twenty-one roses and requested they be delivered first thing in the morning.

The florist preparing the order decided that since the young man was a good customer, he would put an extra dozen roses in the bouquet.

Paul never did find out what made Mary so angry with him.



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Friday Fiction


Real Stories Generously Sprinkled with Chocolate!

The Chocolate Diaries by Karen Scalf Linamen is a book for all women who have been on this journey called life.

Karen does a wonderful job in The Chocolate Diaries of injecting her own life’s battles; such as bouts of depression along with life’s joys.

She believes in using lists to guide her and keep her on track. After one disheartening experience with her lists, she decided to always start her list with: Eat chocolate, thereby ensuring at least one thing on her list would be done every day.

At times lighthearted and at other times reflective, the book features real women with real stories and ways each coped with their situations.

Karen draws her analogies from extensive interviews with friends and family and sprinkles the stories throughout the book.

Each chapter has, in addition to the story, three additional sections. Sweet Secrets poses the question to different women, “What’s your secret to a sweeter journey on the rocky road of life?” and gives their answer. Food for Thought asks the reader questions based on the chapter. Finally, at the end of the chapter is Because Real Women Don’t Need a Cookbook, which highlights reader submitted recipes.

I think this book would be great for a study group ending each session with the Food for Thought questions and then making the recipes.

Real people with real stories, generously sprinkled with chocolate. Nothing is much better than that! I received this book in exchange for my review at Blogging for Books.

I felt, in light of recent events, that many could use a book with help that includes a dose of chocolate.


Revised from May 2, 2011

Saturday’s Silly

One customer continually bothered his waiter. He’d ask for the air conditioning to be turned up because he was too hot, then he’d ask for it to be turned down because he was too cold. This continued for almost half an hour.

The waiter was extremely patient and walked back and forth, never once getting angry. Finally, another customer asked why the restaurant didn’t just ask the other customer to leave.

“It doesn’t bother me,” the waiter said, smiling. Then he leaned over and whispered, “We don’t even have air conditioning!”

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Thursday’s Thoughts

Raw, tender and agonizing are just a few words to describe how I feel right now. For many years, I have suffered from depression and recent news has stirred up innumerable feelings.

I haven’t had access to the internet for several days now, and though I had heard about Robin Williams’ death, I had not read or seen any reports. I know there have been countless stories, blogs and remembrances almost everywhere, and I know too, that this is late, but I feel led to share my story.

This won’t be easy for me because the memories are painful, but they are invading virtually every thought.

Quite a few years ago, my husband and I were going through some growing pains in our marriage. He was a career soldier, and I worked and cared for our three young children. I was managing a large apartment community at the time that had some pretty significant perks. Things were becoming tenuous at best and indescribable at worst. Due to my very dysfunctional childhood, fear, imprudence and immaturity, I decided I could care for our three children and myself and asked him to leave. He decided to request and received, an overseas tour.

I continued to work for the property management company until several months later when I was offered a job with a great deal more pay in another city. So, I packed up myself and three little ones, and we took off on a grand adventure. Little did I know.

Fortunately, I was able to enroll my little ones in a before and after school care that included evening hours. I began working 10-14 hours a day 6 days a week with little to no time to rest, much less make friends and become part of the community. Initially loved my new job, but things started slowly unraveling.

Work became a haven as I could handle what was going on there easier than I could handle home and all its demands, not to mention the loneliness and isolation I felt.

The company I worked for started laying people off and in true last hired fashion, I was laid off. I received a decent severance package, to include continuation of insurance for a short period of time.

Without realizing what was happening, I spiraled into SEVERE depression. As time went on, I was less and less able to handle even the smallest of day-to-day tasks. The kids were still going to before and after school care, and I was just trying to make it through the next 10 seconds without feeling like I was drowning a very slow and very painful death.

And then one day, I seemed to have clarity of thought and action. I decided life wasn’t worth living and in a bizarre (though typical ideation) I began to systematically prepare everything for my death. Insurance was checked to see if it covered suicide (it did), I found a sweet, older Christian couple to care for the kids long-term, contacted Red Cross to find out what they would need to notify my husband and went to see a friend I made where I had worked.

My friend and I talked for a little while and then, for reasons unknown to me at the time, they asked me to go home and stay there until they came by later that day. I agreed and went home.

I know now that my friend, although not a Christian, was being led by God. This friend had a sister who had committed suicide and was able to recognize in me, through their heartbreaking experience, what I was doing, even though I didn’t. I was saying, “Good-bye.”

Later in the day, my friend came by to see me and was able to talk me into getting help.

I wish I could say this experience worked a miracle. I wish I could say I had not tried to commit suicide before (first time I was 13). I wish I could say I am free of depression. Unfortunately, I can’t. I continued and still continue with debilitating depression. I did learn one thing though-how to recognize when the depression is getting out of hand and to seek help right away.

I also learned, even when fleeing from myself and the Lord, the Lord is still there just waiting for me to return.

I cling to certain verses now.

John 16:33b King James Version (KJV) 33b In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.

Philippians 4:19 King James Version (KJV) 19 But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus.

Jeremiah 29:11 New International Version (NIV) 11 For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.

Romans 15:13 King James Version (KJV) 13 Now the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that ye may abound in hope, through the power of the Holy Ghost.

Psalm 31:24 King James Version (KJV) 24 Be of good courage, and he shall strengthen your heart, all ye that hope in the Lord.

Psalm 30:5b King James Version (KJV) 5b  weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.

And so many more, I can’t even begin to list them all.

There’s a lot more to my story, but I leave you with this: If you are hurting, lost in sadness, overwhelmed by life, feel like you can’t go on or a million other things that leave you feeling hopeless or helpless-get help. Don’t let anything or anyone stop you-GET HELP. I cannot stress this enoughPlease, oh, please GET HELP!

National Suicide Hopeline
Phone: 800.784.2433

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline
Phone: 800.273.8255

Wednesday’s Words

Re-blogging on Captive Dreams Window. Thanks for the reminder!


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“Are you happy?”

A man who was following his heart asked this of a woman who was success-driven in her career. A woman who was always striving for perfectionistic performance to please her mother, never stopping to think what will make HER happy. (Movie: Stranded in Paradise)

Striving to please. Sound familiar? Do you long for success? Do you think it will make you feel happier or more approved by the people around you?

I sometimes slip into questioning the impact I make as a writer. I start thinking of numbers. Number of followers, likes, or comments. I start needing validation again or approval. I start thinking I’m not a success as a writer if I don’t write a book.

Unmet expectations, some I heap on myself and some pressures from society, make me feel I’m a failure in making a difference in this world. I think I should be making a bigger splash, like…

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