Post 683 ~~ Wednesday, 26th May, 2010.
Hello My friends ~~ I hope all is well with you and your loved ones. Sorry
to be so long getting around to this post. I have had visitors, my 76th
birthday and cooking etc. and then to top off a busy few days, I couldn't
upload the pictures I wanted. My granddaughter Bec sent a lovely flower
arrangement complete with Teddy bears, but I couldn't get them to load.
Sorry Bec - - I will try again, maybe tomorrow.
I had a lovely few days with Peter's first wife, Jacqui and her third husband
Walter. We had lots of catching up to do as they live in Western Australia.
Jacqui washed every dish while she was here and Walter dried them. (They
can come again.) My dear friend Jeanette called in on Monday - the big day.
Always love to see that lovely lady.
Thank you so very much to all those who sent greetings on the blog and on
Facebook etc.. Seven of my grandchildren sent FB messages which was nice.
Of course I love them all dearly. Even the ones who didn't send messages.
My story tonight is from Mountain Wings, author Karen Williams.
Out of the Blue.
It was a typical fall day, leaves blowing from the wind, cold and damp so I
decided to pick up the boys from school in the warm truck. I strapped
my 4 year old niece in the back car seat and went to pick up her brothers.
The school is filled with parents picking up their children, kids running all
over the place, and buses taking kids home; but the boys see me through
all the chaos and run to my truck with their coats hanging askew. their big
book bags hanging almost to their knees and those beautiful smiles.
They climb inside my truck, laughing and talking at the same time. We get
all strapped in and we are off to my house.
The oldest asked me if I was OK because he knew I had gone to the doctor
this morning and since his grandmother died he worries about that sort of
thing. I told him everything was fine, but actually it wasn't to me. My
husband and I were on our third round of injections for having a child of
our own and it was a bust again. I cried all morning long on the way home
because our five-year battle with infertility was emotionally draining me.
I couldn't understand why God would give children to people who didn't
want them or take care of them, but not to me. I wanted to scream at Him
and ask Him why - why me?
The worst were the comments my family would make, particularly my grand-
mother said really stuck with me. She said, "God's just telling you that you
don't need babies." I cried all weekend after that. People can be so thought-
Well, out of the blue the oldest boy asked why I was trying so hard to have
a child of my own when I had the three of them to take care of. Tears filled
my eyes, but I held them back as I explained that I loved them and always
would; but it wasn't the same and that I wanted a little boy or girl of my own
who would call me Mommy.
He was quiet for a few moments and I thought the conversation was over;
but then he just looked up at me in the mirror and said, "But I can call you
Tears rolled down my eyes and I felt so ashamed for being so angry at
God, the world and mostly myself for being so self-centered and thinking
only of what I couldn't have. Here were three children whose mother used
drugs and lost custody of them, a military father who was gone all the time,
being raised by a grandmother who was getting too old to care for them.
Here they were giving me their hearts with open arms and all I could think
of "why not me?" I have a wonderful husband whom I will celebrate my
10th anniversary with, three kids who love me unconditionally, family
and friends whom I love; the list could go on and on.
I have been so blessed by Him.
First joke came from Mountain Wings also. "Camouflage Class."
Sergeant : Private.
Private : Yes Sir.
Sergeant: You failed to show up for camouflage class yesterday.
Private : How do you know that, sir?
One from my friend, Warren. Thanks Mate. Sex at 82.
I just took a leaflet out of my mailbox, informing me that I can have sex
I'm sooooo happy because I live at 73 .....so it's not far to walk home
Another Queensland friend, Margaret sent me the next one.
I am passing this on to you because it definitely worked for me today,
and we could all probably use more calm in our lives.
Some doctor on the TV this morning said the way to achieve Inner
peace is to finish all the things you have started.
So I looked around my house to see things I had started and hadn't
finished and, before leaving the house this morning, I finished off
a bottle of Merlot, a bottle of Shhhardey, a bodle of Baileys, abutle
of vodka, a package of Pringlies, the re of the cheescak a n box
Yu haf no idr ow frigin gud I feel. Peas sen dis on to anyy yu feel
ar in ned ov inr pece.
Last one tonight from my Canberra friend Linda L. Thank you.
The Importance of Walking.
Walking can add minutes to your life. This enables you at 85 years
of age to spend an additional 5 months in a nursing home at $7000
My grandpa started walking five miles a day when he was 60. Now he's
97 years old and we don't know where the hell he is.
I like long walks especially when they are taken by people who annoy me.
The only reason I would take up walking is so I could hear heavy
I have to walk early in the morning before my brain figures out what
I joined a health club last year, spent about 400 bucks. Haven't lost a
pound. Apparently you have to go there.
If you are going to try cross-country skiing, start with a small
Every time I hear the dirty word "exercise", I wash my mouth out with
I know I get a lot of exercise the last few years . . . just getting
over the hill.
We all get heavier as we get older, because there's a lot more
information in our head. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Well it is time for me to say Goodnight and get myself to bed.
Morning comes too soon. Take great care of yourselves and each
other. Love and Best Wishes to you all. Cheers, Merle.
Post 683 ~ ~ ~ Wednesday, 26th May, 2010.