A Recent Survey


Did you know intelligent people are funny?
People tell me I’m a laugh riot all the time.
How did I slip in there?


The Wrong Airport


She makes mistakes like me. Nobody else makes these quirky goofs in the family.

My grandson called his mom saying, “You’re going to like my girlfriend, she fits right in.”

She was meeting her cousin at the airport. When she arrived, she called and said, “I’m here at the downstairs carousel.”

The cousin responded “I’m here at the carousel and I don’t see you. What airport are you at?”


The cousin said, “Oh no, you were suppose to go to DCA (District of Columbia Airport.)”

When my daughter relayed this story to me, I laughed so hard because I have done the same thing. I said, “She has my permission to marry my grandson.”

And of course my grandson told her.

Two weeks go by and my grandson tells of the next fiasco his girlfriend got herself into: she almost ran into her mother’s front room window with her car after she missed the brake and hit the gas pedal. I’ve done the same thing, too.

The girlfriend said to my grandson, “Now your grandma is going to want my ring size.”

Jesus Sings to Me


This is a song sung by Dean Martin:

“Welcome to my world
Won’t you come on in
Miracles I guess
Still happen now and then
Step into my heart
And leave your cares behind
Welcome to my world
Built with you in mind
Knock and the door will be open
Seek and you will find
Ask and you’ll be given
The key to the world of mine
I’ll be waiting here
With my arms unfurled
Waiting just for you.”

Not in My Closet


We’d like to think that within ourselves we have nothing to hide, but this isn’t true. We all have skeletons in our closets.

The picture of those skeletons that come to my mind are just bones with no flesh on them, no meat, no substance of any worth and meaningless. So don’t invest too much time sorting through them, simply ignore them instead.

Making What’s Old, New Again


Oh, I can’t believe the treasure I found!

If you’re into quilting, you’re going to be as excited as I am! A few weeks ago, I was in Carson City visiting when I stumbled upon a little Victorian home, turned antique store called, “Due Sorella.”

The name I later found out is Italian for ‘two sisters.’ I knew had to go inside.

There were all sorts of neat things — vintage white gloves, cloth napkins, of which I bought both. And then there they were — sitting on a table — safety pinned together: 13 nine-by-nine inch muslin squares with pencil transfers of fairy tales on them and a tag that read ‘1930s circa.’

I knew I had to have them no matter what the cost!

Earlier, I had seen a bolt of an older looking pattern filled with red flowers. I went back and bought two yards of it, knowing it would make a wonderful backing to the quilt I had envisioned in my head.

Since then I’ve been working on the squares, one at a time, adding the batting and backing, making my very first quilt. I knew I was looking at a time-consuming project, but with confidence, I’m doing it.

I am so happy!

A Dish Best Served


A week before my brain tumor operation, I felt like I was going to die. By this time, I was pretty much bed ridden, resigned to lying on the couch. However, I felt the Lord tugging on me to eat, but I was so weak I could hardly make it to the bathroom, let alone to the kitchen to cook.

Before I had been diagnosed, a friend and her husband had invited me and my then-husband to the campground they were hosting. She made this awesome cold pasta dish, consisting of pasta, olives, corn and peas. Unfortunately, I can’t remember everything in it, but it seemed all that plus the kitchen sink and it tasted so healthy.

After barely making it to the kitchen, I made a huge pot of the stuff. It took all my energy to drain the noodles, but I finally got it into the strainer and then to a bowl. After, I sat at the dinner table, exhausted, slumped over in my plate with barely enough energy to get the food-laden fork into my mouth.

It was so hard – but so worth it as my intensity to live, out weighed any desire I had to die.

Eye Glasses


It’s apparent I’ll be walking by faith from now on, and not by sight after I told God that I believe I’m healed by the blood of Jesus.  The next morning though I was feeling somewhat doubtful, so I asked God, “Can I wear my glasses to drive my grandson to school?”

As those words were leaving my parted lips I looked over to see my ‘grand dog’ (as I call him) Jack chewing up my glasses. It came to me real quick that His answer is an emphatic “NO!”

My fear of the Lord over took me at that moment with such strength that picked up my reading glasses, case and all, and threw them as far back into my closet as I could. I didn’t want to be tempted to put them on or even accidentally put them on out of habit.

“So the subject’s settled,” I responded, “I see by faith.”