Posts by becky:
The cabinet is hung high on the wall, pure white in color with delicate trim so delicate, while filled with darkness. The double doors can be opened with a gentle pull, quietly, no sound. The shelves are filled with bottles. The bottles are amberbrown with white tops. Some bottles are tall and skinny, some bottles […]
It’s took me a week to recover from those CRCT’s. That was last week. I think I did okay, well kinda. I first thought the Math was the hardest, but Science, I don’t know I might have bombed it! I have an awesome Math teacher, so maybe I done okay on that one.
I met someone today. My life will forever be touched having the fortune of making the acquaintance with this beloved woman. She entered the room with a gate of grace. Her body was tall and lean. She voluteered the information that she was 6′ 1″ and weighed 151 pounds. She said, “I have had this same […]
I recently stumbled upon this definition of a REAL WOMAN. Are you (or your spouse) a real woman? 1. A real woman always keeps her house clean and organized, 2. The laundry basket is always empty. 3. She’s always is well dressed. 4. Her hair is always done. 5. She never swears. 6. She always […]
TEN COMMANDMENTS OF A DOG 1. Thou shall not do your bathroom business in thy master’s yard. 2. Thou shall not growl at the hand that feeds you nor no one they love. 3. Thou shall not roll in dead stuff, thy master does not like the smell. 4. Thou shall not urinate on the […]
Okay for all you supermom’s out there, you might not work for State Farm but sometimes we feel as though we do these things too! Love it!
In Wal-Mart parking lot, in an older model duly-style truck on a hot spring day in a strange town stands a 20 something year old man with a sign. The sign hand written on the back of a white piece of cardboard reads: Family needs any kind of help, please! God Bless You!
You may have read The Hose Pipe Story, here is a picture that shows the length of my hair as a little girl. Not a clear picture, but you can see my hair. Imagine washing that under the hose pipe!
The numbness was overwhelming. Why could I not feel anything? The stress and tragedy had taken its toll on my 38 year old body. It was hard to go on but, I must. A 5 year old blue-eyed little boy depended on me. The story is complicated but yet so simple, so common. A young […]