It's a dogs life---Or is it?

Sometimes I feel sorry for dogs. They are so dependent on us, their masters. They are always following us around and being under foot. They crane their necks to see what the next thing we drop on the floor for them will be. They are happy for all of the little morsels that we drop and are always begging for just a little more. Sometimes they are impatient with us when we do not meet their needs as quickly as they want us to.

I guess, to a domestic dog or cat, we must look like giants. Mostly what they see of us are our feet, legs and the underneath side or the bottom of everything. They must think a table looks a lot different than we do. They don't see the top side of it. We see a larger picture of everything than a dog does. Even more than us---God sees a much larger picture. He sees the entire world and universe that He has created and knows what is going to happen at any time.

When our pets get tangled up in their leash, run out of water or food, we are the ones to take care of them They depend on us to meet their needs. They sometimes get impatient and whine around waiting for us to get things done. They might even get a little irritable.

Like our pets, sometimes we get ourselves tangled up in the things of life. We do things that we shouldn't and whine around about the mess that we are in. God listens to our whining around and sometimes teaches us to have a little patience. Sometimes we just see no way out, with the limited view that we have. Just like our animal friends, we need someone bigger to take care of ur needs. Some of the mountains in our lives are just a grain of sand to God. As we take care of our pets, God takes care of us. Too often, we whine and expect more than God is ready to give us. He knows what is good for us and gives to us according to His desires and our needs instead of giving us the never ending supply that we often demand. We should be greatful for the abundance that He blesses us with.

I am glad that I am not a dog or a cat. For one thing, I like to take a good shower every day. I wouldn't want to have to meet my hygiene needs as an animal does. I rely on God as my pets rely on me. I can talk to Him at all times. He knows my needs and my limitations. I suspect that He expects more out of me that I give though. I need to work on that. What about You?

Because I Am The MOM!!!

Because I am The Mom!!! The words of my own mother echo back to me as I say those words to my own grown Son. One never stops being the Mom even when your children are grown, have children of their own and probably even when THEY have grandchildren. You will always be the MOM. Being the Mom gives you many priviledges and also SHOULD put you at a place of authority in the peck order of the family. MAYBE!!! Sometime my place seems very small. I feel that as I get older, my place has slipped further and further away. I know that this is not true but sometimes being THE MOM means that much is expected of you.

To be right truthful, I love being the Mom but I want to be relieved of some of the responsibilities that go with it. I thought that when everyone left home and went our on their own, that there would not be so much to worry about as far as my children were concerned. WRONG!! The truth is, You might worry more. Your children are not where you can take care of them and protect them everyday. They have moved to some place half way across the continent with the love of their life and are not at all concerned that Mom may be at home worrying about you as you go driving off, All by yourself. Did my own mother worry or did she give a sigh of relief that some of her flock had finally spread their wings and went out on their own.

Did my great grandmothers worry when their daughters climbed into a covered wagon and went across the prairie with a young man to a place they had never heard of. Probably so, but as they had done the same, they knew the dangers and the rewards. They also knew that it was time for them to be on their own.

My daughters have all made this change. They are also MOMS so they know the worry and joy of watching your children as they go through all of the changes and development stages of their lives. My son still lives near. He is a divoriced man and can take care of himself. HA :^) He does do his own laundry, clean his house, and works with Dad in the fields and with the cattle but who do you think he comes to when he wants to EAT??? I am the Mom and he thinks every meal should come from my kitchen. He also thinks I should be responsible for other things, but guess what!!!
I'M THE MOM AND I DON'T HAVE TO DO THAT ANYMORE!! I have reminded him that a mother cat runs away sometimes when she is wanting to be away from her young and I think I am about ready to do that.

Okay, now I have vented about that enough. I do love being a Mom, sometimes I need a lot of prayers though and I know that God gives me the strength that I need to get through some things.

Being a Mom is really great but I can tell you a truth---Being a grandmother is a whole new game. I love it.

Fall Break

Hey Y'all,
It's Fall
We took a Break
Went to the Lake,
Set up Camp,
It was damp.
Had fog and rain,
Was a Pain.
Still had fun,
Pray to see the sun.
Played games and ate,
Gained weight.
Had family and friends,
The talking never ends.
Ate supper by the fire.
Had trouble with a tire.
Caught lots of fish,
Kept dogs on a leash.
Kids rode a bike,
I tried to take a hike.
Had 31 in our group.
We really had a hoot.
It's over now
Do not fear
We'll do it all
Again next year.

How I met The Rancher

When I was growing up, there were a lot of school houses throughout this area of Oklahoma. They were mostly two rooms with restrooms and some had an addition for a place to cook a lunch. These schools gave one an education through the 8th grade. The last ones in this area closed in the late 1960's and sit vacant today. I am telling you this because I went to such a school and my husband went to another. The school that I attended had previously had a high school, but the enrollment in our small town had dwindled so much that it would not have been accredited. When this happened, we were transfered to the nearby town for our higher education.

The year I started high school, I joined a group of transfers from 4 other schools. We were in the big school in town and we were scared to death. My class had always had 8 students at a maximum and I know the other small schools were the same. We finally fit in and if nothing else we blended with the other rural kids. I was always a tall girl and had reached my height of 5'8" when in the 6th grade. Some of the kids that came in were soooo short. There were 2 boys that barely came to my shoulder. They were from a community out west of town. I was from the east. I could not believe these boys could even be in Jr. high school much less be freshmen.

Time passed and I was involved in all of the things that I liked in a larger school.
I was in Chorus, sang in the quartet, played basketball, was involved in FHA and and later took band. I liked being busy. My Junior year there was a new boy in our class. Well, I thought he was new, something was familiar about him but he was so tall and good looking that he caught my attention. I soon realized that he was one of those little short kids from out west. I couldn't believe the transformation in him over the summer. I thought he was rather handsome and tried to think of some way to catch his eye. As I mentioned my feelings to one of my friends, I hoped she would relay the message that I thought he was cute. Well, as she was visiting with him, HE ASKED HER FOR A DATE. That certainly backfired. Another time, he took one of my friends home from the movies and sent His friend to ride with me. This scenario went on for over a year.

At the beginning of our Senior year, our band members were given tickets to the nearby Rodeo for marching in the parade. Several people did not want to use theirs so I offered to take a few off their hands. My friends and I told some guys (my secret beau included) that we had tickets if they would want to take us to the big Rodeo in Woodward. Now this is one of the best rodeos in the country and everyone wanted to go there Some of our local men were World Champions in their events.
This was the beginning of a courtship that lasted for a year and a half. The Rancher came into my life after much scheming and manipulating. It was supposed to be though, as we are still together after that first date 47 years ago. I never really chased him but I sure let him know that I was available. He told me later that he thought I was just wanting a ride, as he didn't think I would really want to go with him. He secretly wanted to date me too. He was always too shy to ask. I am glad that I was persistant and didn't give up. He is still my sweety today and we still go to the Woodward Elk's Rodeo and laugh about our 1st date.