Memorial Day.


They talk about Memorial Day. But very few know what that means. Memorial day is known as race day in Indianapolis, for the Car race.

Memorial day was to give respect and honor for those who gave their lives in battle. Federally Recognized in 1911. But it honors all wars going back to the Civil war, World  War one and two, Korea, Vietnam, Desert Storm, and our current military wars in Afgahastan and middle East.
In my book it doesn’t matter whether you believed in why we were involved but it does matter that we give our Military men and women the acknowledgement they deserve for being and protecting us. So without further ado. I am listing the few personal people that I know that is past and present.
Norman F. Qualkinbush, John Hicks, Jack Qualkinbush, Ross Qualkinbush all the men from the  Hicks that have served . this includes Cheryl’s son, Janice and Ron Payne’s, and any of the others I know that have served.
All my uncles Clair smith, Carl Owen, Robert Durham, Donald McBride, Frank McBride, to the cousins that have served.
Bob Davis, Kitti Sweeney, Don and Bob Record, Charlie Bain, Holt Burton,and Holt Buford Weyant, all of the Weyant nieces, nephews, Danny Weyant, to the in going family members. Billy Brandon’s daughter Tiffany, Robert Luther Fodge, Robert Lynn Fodge.
Joe Schmaltz, Doug Wagner.

I know there is at least two dozen more that I can’t think of. Patty Fodge’s brother for one. Plus all the classmates that have served our country. So any one I may have missed Thank You, I hope that this feeble attempt pays tribute to the people that have given so much to keep this country free.

Okay here I go again inserting foot.


I don’t care that people write erotic, more power to them. I just think some of the subject matter has gotten out of hand.
I don’t mind some men and women, woman and woman, or even man on man.( not my cup of tea but whatever floats your boat)
But even the parodies are getting out of hand. Amish vampires in space, and recently I didn’t catch the name about a captive virgin and a billionaire tentacle monster.
In a world that is crazy enough. Is this really necessary? Is this really what we want our daughters finding by accident in moms drawers when she is looking for a needle thread.
Let’s go back to the hot cowboys, the cops and the bad boy millionaires.
I guess I am to old fashioned but if that’s what you have to write to get published. Then I never will be.
Don’t write me and start screaming at me. If you want to read or write this your choice but I don’t see where it is productive, and I certainly don’t want my one And only book to be about The werewolf with tentacles from the land of zombie dark vampires. ( knowing my luck I just gave someone a idea that will make them millions )

Mother’s day


I have been at two different truck stops today. Both times I have been treated with the utmost respect. A good meal a
Discount coupon for my next meal. I was given something both times I hadn’t expected. I received two flowers both carnations. A single flower from two different waitresses. Both were working mothers. One had grown kids and the other had girls ages 4, 6, and 10.
These women who should have gotten flowers, were giving me the flowers. Oh I know that that Truck stops of America can afford it. But it still touched my heart.
I don’t have natural children of my own. It wasn’t in God’s plans for me. My husband’s boys call me mom. Which I appreciate. I love those boys as if they were my own.
I don’t regret many things in my life. I have a very blessed life. But I do regret not being able to have held a new born in my arms. Waking up to a gleeful laugh coming from a little cherub who is laughing at something only they can see. Having someone ask “why?” for the hundredth time. Watching the first steps, the first words, the first award in school.
Sorry don’t mean to get melancholy. But I do when I know I will never hear the word Mom coming to me or about me from a child of my own.
So today here is my prayer for today.
Dear Heavenly Father,
Please bless all the mother’s in this world let them know how lucky they are as parents. May they never know the ache of missing a child, for whatever reason. Amen.,

Who is this man.


Who is this man that would willing die for our sins? How could one man live to be the sacrificial lamb to save the most ungrateful people ever?
He was beaten crowned with thorns made to carry his own cross all so he could be our savior.
Born to be a king, teacher, carpenter Shepard, fisher of men and yet he was betrayed by a man for a hundred pieces of silver.
He would not save himself for it wasn’t his father’s will.
He loved everyone man woman and child. He healed the sick made the blind see.
Yet he is forgotten by most people today. He isn’t taught in lots of places. We are told we can’t worship him by the ones who don’t believe.
Yet his followers are millions strong and getting stronger.
So who is this man? He is the Alpha and Omega, the wind in which we breath, the grace of god. Our future and our past. He is love. He is our savior, Jesus of Nazareth and Prince of
Peace and the Messiah.