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Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Wake Up Wednesday Linky Party #11 & Giveaway
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Welcome to the 11th week of
Welcome to the 11th week of 
Tuesday, April 1, 2014
Wake Up Wednesday Linky Party #10 - 21 Blogs @ 1 Party
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Welcome to the 10th week of
Welcome to the 10th week of
Wake Up Wednesday "Linky"
21 Blogs - 1 Party
&
Giveaway
We are so excited to have you all party with us.
Thank you so much to all those who participate in our party.
Last week we had 282 awesome linkups!
Wake Up and be happy, get excited and have fun with us!
We want to be inspired, entertained, laugh and have a good time!
The hop is hosted and posted on 21 different blogs!
Sunday, November 10, 2013
Momma's Hands
For some reason this time of year always makes me think of home, not my home now but where I grew up. Today I was running hot water over my hands to try to ease the ache they had, and as I stood at the sink looking at my hands, I began to think of my momma's hands.
My fingers are bent and crooked, especially my right hand. I was married to a mean, angry man when I was 15. During his fits of anger and abuse one of the things he would do is break one of my fingers, they've all been broke once or twice, but that was another life time. All these years later I still feel the pain just like it was yesterday. As the warm water was running and the ache eased some I remembered how my momma's hands had looked when I was just a child.
Momma worked hard when we were kids on the farm, just like the men did. She worked the fields side by side with daddy. I can see her scrubbing cloths on that old washboard, I hope that old washboard is burning in the pits of hell. Her fingers would bleed in the cold water of winter, but she never complained. She'd say "hard work never killed nobody". She'd put what she called a poltus on them at night and do it all over again in the morning.
These tired and bleeding hands were the one's that rocked me gently anytime that I would cry.
They picked me up when I fell down and tried to teach me right. Momma's hands were my stronghold as I struggled to grow. Who knew I'd grow and then move on so very far away.
Though knarled and bent from life she never pulled away, she kept her pain and held us tight, how I miss those hands today. I never knew how momma felt until I had my kids, now the pain of my hands is the pain that must stay hid. Momma never cried, at least I never saw. I wonder if she cried alone as I do sometimes late at night, tears that will never see the light. I understand now why she must have hid her tears, they would've served no purpose for we were only kids.
I wish I could hold her old and fragile hands today and let her know how much I appreciate her strength. I know she'd never flinch no matter how tight I held on. If I could hold her hands now I know it would hurt so bad because I I'd never want to let go. I'd love to tell her, "momma please make the pain go away", because I know she'd hold my hands tightly as she prayed.
Now as I look back on days long gone by, I can see the love in momma's touch in the tenderness of those knarled and bleeding hands. I'm putting this to paper, through tears, wishing I could once more feel the love of momma's hands. I wish I could hold her hands, gently as this time I prayed, that God would take her pain away.
Now my kids depend on me and the strength in my two hands.
Angel
My fingers are bent and crooked, especially my right hand. I was married to a mean, angry man when I was 15. During his fits of anger and abuse one of the things he would do is break one of my fingers, they've all been broke once or twice, but that was another life time. All these years later I still feel the pain just like it was yesterday. As the warm water was running and the ache eased some I remembered how my momma's hands had looked when I was just a child.
Momma worked hard when we were kids on the farm, just like the men did. She worked the fields side by side with daddy. I can see her scrubbing cloths on that old washboard, I hope that old washboard is burning in the pits of hell. Her fingers would bleed in the cold water of winter, but she never complained. She'd say "hard work never killed nobody". She'd put what she called a poltus on them at night and do it all over again in the morning.
These tired and bleeding hands were the one's that rocked me gently anytime that I would cry.
They picked me up when I fell down and tried to teach me right. Momma's hands were my stronghold as I struggled to grow. Who knew I'd grow and then move on so very far away.
Though knarled and bent from life she never pulled away, she kept her pain and held us tight, how I miss those hands today. I never knew how momma felt until I had my kids, now the pain of my hands is the pain that must stay hid. Momma never cried, at least I never saw. I wonder if she cried alone as I do sometimes late at night, tears that will never see the light. I understand now why she must have hid her tears, they would've served no purpose for we were only kids.
I wish I could hold her old and fragile hands today and let her know how much I appreciate her strength. I know she'd never flinch no matter how tight I held on. If I could hold her hands now I know it would hurt so bad because I I'd never want to let go. I'd love to tell her, "momma please make the pain go away", because I know she'd hold my hands tightly as she prayed.
Now as I look back on days long gone by, I can see the love in momma's touch in the tenderness of those knarled and bleeding hands. I'm putting this to paper, through tears, wishing I could once more feel the love of momma's hands. I wish I could hold her hands, gently as this time I prayed, that God would take her pain away.
Now my kids depend on me and the strength in my two hands.
Angel
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Wednesday, May 22, 2013
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Monday, May 20, 2013
The Other Man in My Life
Welcome to Mommy Monday
Yeah, you read my title right. Yeah, I'm married.
I've got another man in my life and I can't spend enough time with him.
I want to be with him every second.
When I'm away from him my heart aches.
I've really got it bad.
I can't help myself.
Every time I see him I run to him and he hugs and kisses me.
He's just the most amazing person in the world.
When we say goodnight he cups my cheeks in both hands and smiles,
every time. It's the most amazing feeling in the world.
My heart leaps with joy every single time he does that.
Then, when I go to bed I lay there and think about
how much fun we can have the next day.
I want to share all the good things in the world with him.
He is absolutely amazing!
I finally had to fess up to my husband and tell him.
He was not as devastated as I had thought he might be.
Actually he said he had already suspected that I had someone else that
I was spending all my time with.
He said he was okay with being in second place.
Wow, shocker huh?
Men aren't always as dumb as we give them credit for,
usually but not always.
Fortunately both of the men in my life know each other very well
and my husband really, really likes the new man in my life.
Said he totally understood why I felt the way I did since
the other man is such an awesome guy.
He's actually my husbands best bud.
Who knew, right?
Oh, well let me tell you more.
I probably should tell you up front that he doesn't have a job,
but that's okay, I don't mind supporting him for awhile.
He has the most beautiful brown eyes that will just melt your heart.
He has the most beautiful smile in the world, it just lights up my heart.
He does have fat feet, but hey, I can live with that.
He loves to sing to me and we dance all the time.
He does have two left feet and falls a lot when
he dances, but you know how it is, everybody
can't be a great dancer.
Let's see, oh yea, he loves to wear a hat.
He loves being in the pool, loves, loves, the water.
He pees in the pool sometimes but we all have accidents, right?
Let me think, oh yeah, he rides a big ole Harley.
He's not a very good driver, he ran into the fence last week.
But he still loves it.
(no injuries, just hurt his pride a little)
He would crawl over your cold body for chocolate.
He's got a thing for chocolate.
He's also great on the piano.
In fact he's so good he can even play the keys with his feet.
Seriously, I'm not kidding!
He's kind of a momma's boy, but I can live with that.
He hates, hates to have his photo taken.
He will do anything not to have his picture taken.
I do want to show you pictures of him but I mostly just have shots of his back.
Like I said,he's really camera shy.
He's pretty short too, only about 2 foot tall.
But he's really mature for his age.
Honest, he is.
Well, I guess my secret is out now. You'll probably tell everyone in town.
Since you know so much already I may as well show you his photos.
Here he is, meet Jacob, the man of my life.
Jacob's back with his favorite hat on.
Jacob's back as he rides his Harley. Unfortunately he fell off, it happens.
Jacob's back as he has his Chocolate Death dessert on the floor.
Well actually, all over the floor.
Ummmm Mommy
Jacob's back as he plays me a song on the piano. He's a great musician.
This one is very special. These are the fat little hands that hold my cheeks
and say "mommie wuv" and my heart just melts.
Who knew, The man of my dreams is 2 foot tall and AMAZING.
My Jacob
and I did tell you he hates having his photo taken.
I wasn't kidding.
Angel
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