WEIGHT & WAIT! AGAIN & AGAIN!

Just doing some light thinkin’! About watt? “WEIGHT & WAIT! AGAIN & AGAIN!” Wait!  What? PIMP LOL.  So, I was typing the word again and made a typo and left off the “a” which got me thinking about the word “gain” and “again”. When we do something over and over again, we, uh…gain something. PIMP LOL. Now, I know a lot of you are thinking food, but I was thinking more about serving people, not food. PIMP LOL. With serving food, you gain weight and see quick results! With serving others, you gain wait and learn to be patient and wait for results. Wait for God to work. So, don’t quit checking on others and calling and just loving others, again and again. They’ll gain and you’ll gain… Again and again… Have a gainful day and do some light thinking… About shining the light. Again and again! Heavy stuff.


Trace

“NO-BRAINERS and LI’L DRAINERS

“NO-BRAINERS & LI’L DRAINERS!  I can stack any amount of dishes in our little drainer. Without it draining me or my brain. Just 1 of my many talents. Just sayin’. Makin' do. It’s a no-brainer. Just gotta make some things work. Some things are over thought. They drain us. Now, yes, I know that is a tough one to believe coming from me.  Cuz like, I’m always thinking. But, really. Some things are just no-brainers or they’d just be drainers. So! No matter how things stack up, or how MUCH you gotta stack up or how much is stacked againt you, have a fun non-drainer day! That’s a no-brainer!  If you do get drained? You know Who to call on!   Oh! And, the photo?  Just makin' do! Wanted the pans to look metal and shine so I found another free photo editor that you can do this. It's hard work, but the end result is so worth it.  Now, this was a li'l draining... But, I loved it. And, that's a no-brainer!  I love working!  Trace

KEEPSAKES, STICKERS AND OTHER MEMORIES THAT STICK!

KEEPSAKES, STICKERS & OTHER MEMORIES THAT STICK! So, since my girl is a senior now, she is cleaning and going through all her things. You know? Kept keepsakes? Everythng from birth thru 11th grade that I kept for her these years. So, she’s sort of reminiscing and bringing stuff to me to show and deciding what to keep. It’s good for me because after my big seizure of 2006 I don’t recall most things. I see these awards, the doll we made together, her art work, school work and so much more that we kept. I just smile and tear up. Good memories…maybe cloudy but I am finally ready to try and remember good stuff. See, lots of times when I try to remember, all I can remember is the trauma, cuz that’s how life is. The trauma sometimes seems to be what sticks. But, I know if I can get through that, the good stuff flows in and sticks, covering the trauma.  Kind of like wallpaper. It covers up all kinds of walls. It's there, but covered. That's us. Layers. I’m not complaining because the trauma also makes us who we are. Yes, I got very sick when she was in 1st grade and again in 3rd, and still again in 6th, but I gave her my time, always. I couldn’t do what other mamas did. Like work and give big things and run around everywhere, but I could give my time, my heart, my love for music, art decorating, etc. I still cry sometimes trying to remember and wishing I could be like other mama’s and never have gotten sick, but life is what it is and I’ll take it. It’s when I am thankful and look away from all else and don’t compare, then I am alright. I think we all do that. So, anyway, God is our life and in every part of our life. That’s the only way I know. We make memories with Him and they stick. So, anyways, I am so glad we kept so much of this all these years. It does us both good. She remembers a good mama who loves her and I remember a good daughter who loves me. It builds us both up. My mind is eased momentarily about feeling like less of a mama for getting sick. I can see the things we did together and still do. I hear her sing and can see God’s hand. That is worth more than any amount of money or travel or things I could give her. That’s the stuff that sticks to you. And, the smiles between us are priceless. The connection…ahhh. The connection! Oh! And, a bit of humor? Umm…the photo is of the doll we made and of a giant Potty Poster Sticker Card we made and hung on the wall. Every time she went to the bathroom on her own, she could pick out a sticker (of which she picked out every week at the store) and place it on the card. She loved the stickers and the feeling of accomplishment and control. It was awesome and it worked and the idea kind of stuck on us. PIMP LOL. What? Sometimes, we did go crazy with the stickers and put them on everything. Even ourselves. I think there’s even a few still stuck on some doors to this day. Yes, we made cards for lots of things. Things we looked at today and remembered. And, by the way? She kept everything! Kept keepsakes! That’s what they're for! So, if you’re stuck, make a memory. Make a memory stick! Err… Just keeping it real. And, just keeping the keepsakes! Jus' saying! One more thing...  We didn't have a lot of money to make her doll, but we actually used the dress and buttons and other things I wore while pregnant with her. It is really cool looking. Of course, it has boots and fingerless gloves on.  Just saying that you can make do and still make memories that stick...err!!    Trace

A DAY OF REST, LEST I WREST!

“A DAY OF REST, LEST I WREST! A li’l rest-le is always nice after a li’l wrestle! What? Well, when I’m wrestling with decisions or just plain “hittin’ the mat knocked out wore out”, I tag team it & call on God. Maybe even another wrestler for help, too. Then, I rest. Cuz a li’l rest-le is always nice after a li’l wrestle. Then, I’ll be ready to tackle anything. What? I still got some fight in me! By the way, we have vests I designed in our house that read “City Hall”. When anyone is being un-family-like or governmental, I get the vests out. You can’t fight City Hall, you know! Now, I gotta go finish doing the cooking & the music, so I can actually rest. Well, I guess doing the music would be doing the “cooking”, too. I hope. We’ll see. I may have to wrestle a bit. May even have to break out the headlock or jawdropper moves. Def not the sleeper! Have a great day. Def not a sleeper. Well, maybe! PIMP LOL. Rest-le a li’l! Oh! And, who is your fave wrestler of all times? I'm thinkin' Dusty Rhodes? C'mon. Throw it down on the mat! Smackdown! Trace

THE SHORTEST NIGHT’S SLEEP AFTER THE LONGEST DAY

“THE SHORTEST NIGHT’S SLEEP AFTER THE LONGEST DAY”! So, last night we were watching “The Longest Day” on Netflix and going through some old photographs like I do every month or so to dig up memories to help me recollect any of my past. I love talking about history and memories. Some are hard. Still, some are harder. Anyways, I found a photograph of Sam’s Dad, Poppie, sitting on our porch at the river house right next to the rocker he gave me. I am told it was my fave place to sit and my fave chair. I do remember us all sitting on the porch and his Dad would tell us his real life true war stories from his experience in the 82nd. I could hear him telling us so many things. Oh, not bragging. Not at all. Just sharing his heart. Sort of humbling to me. He would talk about his 2 combat jumps. D-Day. Normandy, where he parachuted in to St. Mere Eglise. Then, Operation Market Garden in to Nijmegen, Holland. Then, fought in the Battle of the Bulge. He also helped to free a concentration camp. Lots of other heroic soldiering and stories from afternoons on the porch. Ahhh…memories. Needless to say, I didn’t sleep much at all last night from remembering these stories. No complaints at all. Even after “The Longest Day’ movie was over, I was still remembering. I had the shortest night’s sleep from thinking about the longest day and my father-in-law and many other memories that flooded in. He so treated me like a daughter. So, after 2 hours of sleep, we went to church, which we were able to do because of Poppie and others like him. Thanks, Poppie and all of you. Honored to know you and have been part of your life. That’s my short story on the longest day and the shortest night's sleep! Seemed fitting to share this story and photo collage this Memorial Day weekend. Oh! And, I'm not sittin' on my rocker next to him cuz I be takin' the photograph! So glad! Miss you Poppie! Oh! And, it won't surprise all of you to know that he was an incredible musician and song writer. I know, right? He came to hear me the first time I ever played guitar and sang at a church after I turned my life over to God. What was the song? Amazing Grace, Of course.     Trace

WE'RE ALL STARS

Mr. Gibson and I would like to introduce the b.a.s.i.c band's newest song and video on YouTube and axe you to stop by! He'll fret if you don't and he'll then start wailing! Maybe even a li'l wah wah! I told him to stop pedaling but he said to stop by. No strings attached. Have a fun day and remember that God made the world. He made the stars to shine. He made you and me. He made us all to be stars that shine light in this world. So, shine light into someone's darkness today. It will do a world of good. Thanks for shining light into ours. Here's a link to the vid and song and story:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_profilepage&v=rjRckrJhXp4  Trace

GET YOUR ARMOR ON! ALL!

“GET YOUR ARMOR ON! ALL!” What? Well, we, “The G-Force” (G for Glenn), just tag-teamed the PT Cruiser to detail it. Make it shine! Especially after getting all the work done on it. A radiator, tires, fan, etc. Its 12 years old but still looks great. Though we have been wrecked into 3 times over the years. Last year we got hit in the back. Crushed it in. And, they HAD to fix it. We couldn't get into the hatch. While they repaired the damage, they offered to fix the other dents for cheap. Blessing in disguise of a wreck, I wreck’n! Still isn’t my Camaros or trucks, but will do. We were a force to be wreck'ned with! PIMP LOL So, let’s break it down: Sam vacuumed & washed it, then Garnet Rose ArmorAll-ed the whole inside & Windex-ed those things we look out of. Then, they waxed it & finally, Trace did the tires & other rubber with ArmorAll Tire Shine & then Armor-Iced the whole body. Love all those Armor-All products. Again! We were a force to be wreck'ned with! Now, my girl is ready for grocery shopping & job hunting in a lovely safe car. We equipped her with extra armor with some prayer. Oh! And, I was a G-Force even before I was a Glenn. I was a "Gross"! For real! That was my last name, as many of you know. I was a force to be wreckn'ed with, for sure. PIMP LOL. At least, I wreck'n! So, don’t forget your Armor, all! Be a force to be wreck'ned with. Then, I wreck’n your day will shine. Trace