We had a kickoff for Operation Christmas Child at HBC tonight. Here is a cute little get up my friend made.
Have you started getting your shoebox together to send?
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Four Four Four Four Four
1 . Four places that I go to over and over: Church, Wal-mart, my kids school, my land
2 . Four people who e-mail me (regularly): my sister's Polly & Wanda, Selena, My MIL & FIL
3 . Four of my favorite places to eat: Sonic, Mexican, Olive Garden, Subway
4. Four Places I would rater be: Paris, Hawaii, my land, my hometown (visiting ONLY)
5 . Four TV shows I watch: Days of Our Lives, Yes Dear, CSI, ER
2 . Four people who e-mail me (regularly): my sister's Polly & Wanda, Selena, My MIL & FIL
3 . Four of my favorite places to eat: Sonic, Mexican, Olive Garden, Subway
4. Four Places I would rater be: Paris, Hawaii, my land, my hometown (visiting ONLY)
5 . Four TV shows I watch: Days of Our Lives, Yes Dear, CSI, ER
Thursday, September 18, 2008
T-R-O-U-B-L-E
I told you I would be in trouble.
A Northern storm just blew through Mississippi by the name of Polly. My sister read my post of her being next of a picture of her the same day in a swim suit. I have always loved the picture but she hates it. It was the seventies, she had long blond hair & was gorgeous. We Potter's usually speak our minds & don't leave anything for wondering. Well I value my sisters love & being family so I chose the option to NOT post. Actually she chose it. I have plenty of pics made of me looking really really homely that I know she has copies of & that I wish to not be out in the WWW / World Wide Web. She sent me some pictures she would have her rather's. I told her she would not have to fall down or get sick or have a birthday for me to post one & I would love to put her picture on. I am rather proud of my pretty sisters!
We rarely get the chance to see one another except for reunions & funerals but with that invention of the telephone we get caught up quick. Today was a catch up day. I love my calls with her. Different generations of growing up but we love hearing about one anothers lives. She was 26 when I was born but the years come together when we get a chance to visit. I wish for a future of her life now & she sees her past in me. That of being a busy wife & mother. So many times I have written letters in my head to her to let her know how very special she is to me but it never makes it to paper. Growing up I always loved her visits. It meant having more laughter in the house from such a godly Christian woman as she is. I didn't really understand that then but now as an adult she is what I want to strive for. Birthday cards from her meant she was thinking of me way down in Bama & always money in each one. She never missed a birthday & if she did a card saying it was late always came. I still have some of them. Tons of memories fill my head & they are all the greatest of my growing up years. I love you Polly!
Polly 1957
A Northern storm just blew through Mississippi by the name of Polly. My sister read my post of her being next of a picture of her the same day in a swim suit. I have always loved the picture but she hates it. It was the seventies, she had long blond hair & was gorgeous. We Potter's usually speak our minds & don't leave anything for wondering. Well I value my sisters love & being family so I chose the option to NOT post. Actually she chose it. I have plenty of pics made of me looking really really homely that I know she has copies of & that I wish to not be out in the WWW / World Wide Web. She sent me some pictures she would have her rather's. I told her she would not have to fall down or get sick or have a birthday for me to post one & I would love to put her picture on. I am rather proud of my pretty sisters!
We rarely get the chance to see one another except for reunions & funerals but with that invention of the telephone we get caught up quick. Today was a catch up day. I love my calls with her. Different generations of growing up but we love hearing about one anothers lives. She was 26 when I was born but the years come together when we get a chance to visit. I wish for a future of her life now & she sees her past in me. That of being a busy wife & mother. So many times I have written letters in my head to her to let her know how very special she is to me but it never makes it to paper. Growing up I always loved her visits. It meant having more laughter in the house from such a godly Christian woman as she is. I didn't really understand that then but now as an adult she is what I want to strive for. Birthday cards from her meant she was thinking of me way down in Bama & always money in each one. She never missed a birthday & if she did a card saying it was late always came. I still have some of them. Tons of memories fill my head & they are all the greatest of my growing up years. I love you Polly!
Polly 1957
Polly 1954
She & my BIL have been married for 50 years.
She has a challenge for anyone to reach that milestone.
She has to have some secret she could pass along!
THE INVISIBLE MOTHER
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?' Obviously not; no one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see meat all.
I'm invisible. The invisible Mom. Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this? Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What number is the Disney Channel?' I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.
'I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa-cum-laude - but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going, she's going, she's gone!
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England .. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there,looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this.' It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe.
I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription: 'To Charlotte , with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.
'In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern m work: No one can say who built the great cathedrals we have no record of their names.
These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it.' And the workman replied, 'Because God sees.
'I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me,'I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become.
'At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride. I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on.
The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don't want my child to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.'That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add,'You're gonna love it there.
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
I'm invisible. The invisible Mom. Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this? Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What number is the Disney Channel?' I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.
'I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa-cum-laude - but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going, she's going, she's gone!
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England .. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there,looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this.' It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe.
I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription: 'To Charlotte , with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.
'In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern m work: No one can say who built the great cathedrals we have no record of their names.
These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it.' And the workman replied, 'Because God sees.
'I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me,'I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become.
'At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride. I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on.
The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don't want my child to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.'That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add,'You're gonna love it there.
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
My big sister
Please say a special prayer for one of my sisters. Here is what was posted on my family site. I added in red letters beside the names to let you see who is who.
"Well I think Mom (my sister) had a really good birthday. Me (my neice) and the boy's, (Kirby, Kerry and Tate (my great nephews & great great nephew) and Amber (my great neice) went down and then later on Connie and Paulette (my neices) went. Larry (my nephew) called her and they talked awhile. She got something yesterday that she's never had in her 79 years. Her, Paulette and Kenneth (my BIL) went to the bank. They get out and started inside, Kenneth takes off and Mom goes after him. She's always scared he's going to fall. Well she slipped and she fell face first right in front of the bank. An ambulance came and carried her to the E.R. She's got a slight concussion, she's got a black eye. She's got a broken bone under her eye and she fractered her wrist in two places. She cut her finger above her mothers ring and her hand swelled so bad they had to cut her ring off. Her knees are bruised really bad. She's got a small cut beside her eye and some bruising on her forehead. She's got and appointment with Dr. Griffin next week to put a cast on. It's swelled to bad to do anything now. Her cuts wasn't bad enough to be sewn up. Thank goodness. She's really hurting today. It is her right hand so she can't do a whole lot. Gotta get in the bed I'll try to get you posted. Oh what she got was three broken bones. She's never had one.
"Well I think Mom (my sister) had a really good birthday. Me (my neice) and the boy's, (Kirby, Kerry and Tate (my great nephews & great great nephew) and Amber (my great neice) went down and then later on Connie and Paulette (my neices) went. Larry (my nephew) called her and they talked awhile. She got something yesterday that she's never had in her 79 years. Her, Paulette and Kenneth (my BIL) went to the bank. They get out and started inside, Kenneth takes off and Mom goes after him. She's always scared he's going to fall. Well she slipped and she fell face first right in front of the bank. An ambulance came and carried her to the E.R. She's got a slight concussion, she's got a black eye. She's got a broken bone under her eye and she fractered her wrist in two places. She cut her finger above her mothers ring and her hand swelled so bad they had to cut her ring off. Her knees are bruised really bad. She's got a small cut beside her eye and some bruising on her forehead. She's got and appointment with Dr. Griffin next week to put a cast on. It's swelled to bad to do anything now. Her cuts wasn't bad enough to be sewn up. Thank goodness. She's really hurting today. It is her right hand so she can't do a whole lot. Gotta get in the bed I'll try to get you posted. Oh what she got was three broken bones. She's never had one.
Happy Birthday Sis
She will kill me for this picture but I have always loved it.
I can't help I have beautiful sisters.
Polly--yours is next (that one I will die for for sure!!)
Made at her mother's grave. We all have the same father.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Living Life
Live your life in such a way
that when your feet hit
the floor in the morning,
Satan shudders & says...
"Oh no....she's awake!!"
Friday, September 5, 2008
Just for Fun
Ok, I thought I'd have a little fun today!
I saw this on Lori Diane Photography .
Re-post & link back to here.
I AM … a SAHM
I WANT…millions of dollars
I HAVE …all I need
I KEEP …old friends
I WISH I COULD …keep in touch with everyone I think of daily
I HATE … mean people & bad drivers
I FEAR … Snakes
I HEAR …the tv on & the radio in the kitchen
I DON’T THINK …. I like all this rain
I MISS...my daddy (died 22 years ago)
I REGRET … not doing better in High School
I LOVE …my kids & family
I AM NOT … a girly girl
I DANCE … in private
I SING …BAD BAD BAD
I NEVER … stay caught up
I RARELY ... dust
I CRY WHEN I WATCH … P.S. I Love You & love stories/movies
I AM NOT ALWAYS … in a good mood
I HATE THAT …my house is dirty
I’M CONFUSED ABOUT … confused about what?
I NEED … to sell my house
I SHOULD … get up & get busy
I WISH ....I didn't bite my nails so much
I saw this on Lori Diane Photography .
Re-post & link back to here.
I AM … a SAHM
I WANT…millions of dollars
I HAVE …all I need
I KEEP …old friends
I WISH I COULD …keep in touch with everyone I think of daily
I HATE … mean people & bad drivers
I FEAR … Snakes
I HEAR …the tv on & the radio in the kitchen
I DON’T THINK …. I like all this rain
I MISS...my daddy (died 22 years ago)
I REGRET … not doing better in High School
I LOVE …my kids & family
I AM NOT … a girly girl
I DANCE … in private
I SING …BAD BAD BAD
I NEVER … stay caught up
I RARELY ... dust
I CRY WHEN I WATCH … P.S. I Love You & love stories/movies
I AM NOT ALWAYS … in a good mood
I HATE THAT …my house is dirty
I’M CONFUSED ABOUT … confused about what?
I NEED … to sell my house
I SHOULD … get up & get busy
I WISH ....I didn't bite my nails so much
Last Rites
Even as Christians we come across jokes that make us
chuckle, grin or say "OH MY".
This one was cute in some absurd way.
The priest was preparing a man for his long day's journey into night.
Whispering firmly, the priest said, "Denounce the devil!
Let him know how little you think of his evil!"
The dying man said nothing so the priest repeated his order.
Still the dying man said nothing.
The priest asked, "Why do you refuse to denounce the devil and his evil?"
The dying man said,
"Until I know where I'm heading,
I don't think I ought to aggravate anybody."
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Rainy Day in Tupelo
(Looking south on Gloster across from Lowes.
This is where the tornado came across a few months back.)
We are still getting the effects of Gustuv here in Mississippi. With 2 more hurricanes coming to the coast it may rain until next year here. Had some errands to run today so I had no chose but to go out in it.
First Monday poem
The following poem by the late E.A. (Boots) Potter (my dad)
describes Scottsboro’s “First Monday.”
Written back in the 70’s & was printed in the
describes Scottsboro’s “First Monday.”
Written back in the 70’s & was printed in the
The Daily Sentinel in Scottsboro
©
First Monday
Once a month in my home town
People come from miles around.
They come by wagon, horse back or car
Some even walk if it’s not too far.
Candidates, preachers, and old mountaineers
Have been coming here for many years.
Some bring their dogs and family too
All kinds of junk both old and new.
And the things they bring for trade
Some they bought and some they made.
Whatever you want just look around
If it was ever made then it’s in town.
Rummage sales and soft drink stands,
Coin dealers and country bands,
Pocket knives, bottles and jars,
Banjos, fiddles, and electric guitars.
First Monday of the month twelve times a year,
People come from far and near.
First time for some, but that’s no sin
If you see it once you’ll come again.
Now as to me- -I’m getting old
And when I was young I was told
This day was started by a swapping deal
Of two work horses out in the field.
Each man agreed when the horses were tried
They would meet First Monday if not satisfied
Each one left when the date was set
That’s how it started and it’s going yet.
If you’ve never been, then you’ve missed a lot.
There are many things you could have got
A gun, a dog or a pocket knife
Most anything- -even a wife.
Girl watchers come from far and near.
Beautiful girls are always here.
Blacks, Whites and Indians too,
Long haired hippies, we have a few.
But it’s not so bad ‘til you look around
At the mess they leave when they leave town.
Now as residents, we always stay
To get it cleaned, the city must pay.
So when you leave just look around,
Try to leave it like it was found.
One other thing I’d like to say
You all are welcome---enjoy the day.
©
First Monday
Once a month in my home town
People come from miles around.
They come by wagon, horse back or car
Some even walk if it’s not too far.
Candidates, preachers, and old mountaineers
Have been coming here for many years.
Some bring their dogs and family too
All kinds of junk both old and new.
And the things they bring for trade
Some they bought and some they made.
Whatever you want just look around
If it was ever made then it’s in town.
Rummage sales and soft drink stands,
Coin dealers and country bands,
Pocket knives, bottles and jars,
Banjos, fiddles, and electric guitars.
First Monday of the month twelve times a year,
People come from far and near.
First time for some, but that’s no sin
If you see it once you’ll come again.
Now as to me- -I’m getting old
And when I was young I was told
This day was started by a swapping deal
Of two work horses out in the field.
Each man agreed when the horses were tried
They would meet First Monday if not satisfied
Each one left when the date was set
That’s how it started and it’s going yet.
If you’ve never been, then you’ve missed a lot.
There are many things you could have got
A gun, a dog or a pocket knife
Most anything- -even a wife.
Girl watchers come from far and near.
Beautiful girls are always here.
Blacks, Whites and Indians too,
Long haired hippies, we have a few.
But it’s not so bad ‘til you look around
At the mess they leave when they leave town.
Now as residents, we always stay
To get it cleaned, the city must pay.
So when you leave just look around,
Try to leave it like it was found.
One other thing I’d like to say
You all are welcome---enjoy the day.
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