Your wondering what to get me for Christmas…..
Most anything in black will do..
Your wondering what to get me for Christmas…..
Most anything in black will do..
Way to early for a Christmas morning but Jak, the Jack Russell Terrorist had to go out NOW at 5am…Think he has a bit of a bug or something.. So after wandering around the backyard for 15 minutes before he found the ‘spot’ to go, I was wide awake and knew it would be pointless to return to bed…
As I sit here meandering through the web in a quiet house a began to think about Christmas and it’s true meaning.
The birth of our Savior, Jesus.
And Christmas of 2004 popped into my head.
Was both the worse and best Christmas ever for our family. That August my wife had her annual checkup and the bad news we delivered. Breast cancer.
Was devastating to us. Our boys at the time were 12 and 9 years old. We had recently joined a new church, Rejoice! of Northfield, which turned out to be a blessing as the Pastors and members immediately rallied around us as did my co-workers and our friends.
This was on the heels of losing my sister, the eldest of my 3 younger sisters to cancer in 2003. So with that fresh on our minds we all were pretty scared.
As my wife progressed through surgeries, the first being a lumpectomy for what they believed was DCIS, it was found the margins were were not ‘clean’. She had another and it was discovered she had another tumor in the breast that was also cancerous, a radical mastectomy was preformed.
Then chemo, months of chemo, gawdawful chemo.
She obviously was unable to work and her employers, the School District and Nursing home, were very good about giving her off what she needed and my coworkers with the Ambulance willingly took my shifts for me whenever I needed to be home with here. Our eldest withdrew into himself and refused to talk about it and our youngest began to have a host of issues, migraines, intestinal problems constant MD visits and a few ER visits trying to figure out what was wrong.
As we progressed towards Christmas, we knew with the loss of wages, both jobs were part time for her, so not sick or vacation time. Money became tighter and tighter, my insurance paid the medical bill, hate to think what it would be like today with ObamaScare but things were getting tight.
One night we discussed Christmas and determined it was not going to be filled with joy or presents..And we explained such to the boys, whom understood and accepted it.
But I didn’t, made me angry, at the cancer for what it was doing.
Our church family was so supportive, meals brought over, members helping with getting the boys to and fro and being at our house for them when they came home from school and we were at an appointment or chemo treatment. My youngest son’s guitar teacher was there for him each and every lesson plus more.
As Christmas approached one of my partners at worked asked me about Christmas and I told her the truth. We weren’t really going to have one at home.
As Christmas Day slowly crept closer things were quiet and somber, we did pick up a few gifts. Then one evening the doorbell rang and it was two of my co-workers, Ann a paramedic and Theresa a nurse from the ER. They came bearing gifts, in the form of gift cards and cash. Around 400.00 dollars worth if I remember right.
My wife and I were overwhelmed.
It is hard to describe what went through our minds and the happiness we felt that maybe, just maybe this Christmas would not be so bleak!!
So we went shopping. spending little on each other, but lots on the boys.
One evening at the local Target we ran into a couple we had met through Youth Baseball, the Dad and I had been co coaching for a couple of years together. They had a cart full of ‘stuff’, were happy to see us. We chatted a bit and headed home.
Shortly after we got home the doorbell rang. It was them and the cart full of stuff was for the boys…
Christmas arrived and we spent Christmas Eve with wife’s family. Was good. As had been the celebration with my family. Wife was tired and not feeling so good from the chemo, but happy.
Christmas Day at home was wonderful. The boys opened their presents with wide eyes and wondering how we pulled this off. But we smiled and told them Santa Claus must have felt they had been really good that years…
They gave us the ‘look’, the ‘come on Mom and Dad we know better!!’
But it was all good and we were ‘blessed’ that Christmas, by friends, family and folks we did not even know. We were gifted gift certificates to go out and eat and folks made sure wife and I had time for each other, kidnapping the boys and chasing us away.. Christmas 2004.
One we’ll never forget..
And my wife has been a survivor, cancer free for ten years!!!
What I want for Christmas?
I am going to be selfish.
Yes I wish Obama was gone, most of the Senate and House replaced with folks that care about America.
Instead of corrupt politicians and hacks.
That Government was downsized to about oh say 25% of what it is now..
But that ain’t going to happen until the American voter figures it out and pulls their collective heads out of their asses.
But back to being selfish..
I want my Eldest son to find what he is looking for..Like a job and to get help for his anxiety and realize beer is not the answer…Is doing he, his mother and I no good at all the way he is going.. Is tough being 22 and trying to be independent, live on your own, when your broke and asking Dad for money all the time.
I want my wife to realize working her butt off is not the answer.. Yes the money is nice, but I would like her around and healthy oh, for say, another 20 years or more…
I want for my youngest son the best. He is doing well in college and life. My hope is it continues.
That my Mom and Dad find peace..Is been a rough year since Mom’s stroke and Dad is plumb wore out. And Mom does not realize it or maybe does not care, nor does she care how hard she has been on Dad this last year. I cannot hardly stand to be around her, for fear of shutting my filters off and letting her have it. As I have done a couple (well maybe more then a couple) of times over the years. No, my Mom and I do not nor have ever really had a good relationship. Nor do I expect it to change. She has always been a bit graceless. And since the stroke completely graceless.
I want my two younger sisters to realize what the hell is going on with Mom and Dad. But with one out East in Mass. And the other living in the metro, with her own dysfunctional tribe..They seem to be clueless as to what is really going on. Or denying it.
For me? More time to do the things I like. Faith, Family, Firearms, Fishing….and maybe a vacation for the Wife and I in 2015…
Is that all to much to ask?
“[A] good moral character is the first essential in a man, and that the habits contracted at your age are generally indelible, and your conduct here may stamp your character through life. It is therefore highly important that you should endeavor not only to be learned but virtuous.” —George Washington (1790)
How to ruin Christmas for some…IN June!!!
Laptops? Phones? Hand them over on a ‘hunch’!
Listening in…On your so called ‘private’ phone conversations….Targetting AMericans not Terrorists. Easier to catch Americans and they often won’t fight back!
Time to change that!!!
Is getting pretty bad when our own Government of the People…Appears to have gone against the People!!!
Hey Markie Dayton!!! Grow some balls and stand for America you rich pampered asshole!!
Will you pray this week that God will help you to:
•That God will help you do what is right, rather than what is worldly
•To thank God for His grace and forgiveness
•For the Lord to cause you to live as a godly example to others
•That you will love fellow Christians well
•That God will produce Spiritual fruit in your life
Don’t call them Journalists!! Is insulting to those rare and few individuals whom actually and factually report the news instead of ad-libbing and spouting out unsubstantiated facts and outright lies!! Today’s ‘media’ has turned most of what they say and write into Tabloids one sees at the check out line…
The reasons Obamacare needs to go away keep appearing daily it seems…
A bunch of components made into .357’s today..
Approx, well enough, ran out of the bullet component….But live ammo stocks are good..
A strange movie watched on Crackle ‘Revolver’…WTH was that about??
I so enjoyed it, when ya can’t be sending them downrange is the next best thing…
Watched 4 Brothers with MBWITW and #1 Son…not bad, not bad…except I kept figuring things out and guess I should keep the mouth shut…MBWITW and #1 were both telling me to be quiet!!
Happy New Years and I hope and pray 2013 is good to us…But am fearful..
|Let them now that fear the Lord say, that his mercy [endureth] for ever. I called upon the Lord in distress: the Lord answered me, [and set me] in a large place. The Lord [is] on my side; I will not fear: what can man do unto me? The Lord taketh my part with them that help me: therefore shall I see [my desire] upon them that hate me. [It is] better to trust in the Lord than to put confidence in man.
| The Lord by wisdom hath founded the earth; by understanding hath he established the heavens. By his knowledge the depths are broken up, and the clouds drop down the dew. My son, let not them depart from thine eyes: keep sound wisdom and discretion: So shall they be life unto thy soul, and grace to thy neck. Then shalt thou walk in thy way safely, and thy foot shall not stumble. When thou liest down, thou shalt not be afraid: yea, thou shalt lie down, and thy sleep shall be sweet. Be not afraid of sudden fear, neither of the desolation of the wicked, when it cometh. For the Lord shall be thy confidence, and shall keep thy foot from being taken.
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