It’s been a busy few weeks! I haven’t been able to post much I know. Having a newborn in the house to spoil is right up this Nonna’s alley! We are exhausted but happy! 😃 😊 😆 😇👼
They are staying with us for a while, so I get lots of cuddles! 💙You know what they say….It takes a village…to raise children these days! So that means we take shifts doing anything that needs to be done. Eating, bathroom breaks, cooking, etc. He won’t let my daughter put him down! Spoiled already! 😁
There are plenty doc appointments and a few this week. Lots of laundry for baby and feedings.
I am finally getting over the vertigo I have battled for a while now. I owe it to going up for prayer last Sunday. 👏🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼
And then there was that mishap this weekend from Aunt Ruthie taking a fall….She kissed the pavement heading back to her car from eating out with her friend. Stumping her bad foot, she fell and broke her wrist and bumped her head on the bumper of her car! She had two trips to the ER this weekend. The second one being in so much pain the following day from being bruised up. She is getting so feeble. 😢🙏🏼
Well, that is all for now…I have lots of pics and thoughts to share…Hopefully soon! Tomorrow and the next day will be another early morning, so I will have to play it by ear…
Do you know how much POWER lies in Jesus’ blood? There’s so much power in it, that the enemy has fought hard to remove every song that speaks of that blood from hymnals at many churches today.
When Jesus took His last breath on that cruel cross, the veil in the Temple rent in two. From top to bottom. Revealing the Holy of Holies. And now we can go boldly before the throne!
The following is one of my favorite prayers to pray, (one that David prayed after he sinned) especially when I have slipped up and bobbled with sin.
“Have mercy upon me, O God, according to thy lovingkindness: according unto the multitude of thy tender mercies blot out my transgressions. Wash me thoroughly from mine iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin. For I acknowledge my transgressions: and my sin is ever before me…Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean: wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow…Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me. Cast me not away from thy presence; and take not thy holy spirit from me…Deliver me from bloodguiltiness… Psalms 51:1-17 KJV (Read the whole chapter if you have the time)🙂
After sharing with Stu at Something to Stu Over in a comment, a personal experience I had with the Blood, I felt the need to share some of it here —
God sees your heart. It’s made of gold! He made that heart— and everything about it.
He sees the person that you are. The one who makes mistakes but isn’t afraid to admit it when they slip up. You wish a lot of things could be different, and it’s 2 steps forward and 1 step back. That tells me that at least you are still ‘moving forward’, even if it’s one small baby step at a time. That speaks volumes! It means you haven’t given up!
That problem is not WHO you are! YOU ARE A WARRIOR!!! That’s why the devil is trying so hard to defeat you, discourage you to give up. To knock you out of the race! he knows how strong you really are!!! ……..Think about that for a moment…YOU ARE STRONGER THAN YOU REALIZE!
Many years ago, an out-of-the ordinary experience happened to me in my bedroom on my knees in prayer. I was struggling with a sin that I could not seem to get victory over. I had slipped again. I was so disgusted with myself and asked the Lord to please help me, because I could not help myself. I was desperate!!! I wanted to change. I could not do it in my own power.
Right there on my knees, I saw Jesus hanging on the cross. I saw the blood, and it tore at my heart that every time I slipped up, I was crucifying Him afresh.
I reached up and touched the blood on his feet and something happened to me! When God got done with my spirit after being completely laid out onto the floor, hair and clothes all mussed up, all pride gone, I felt something had changed within me. As days passed I pondered if I had imagined seeing this. I didn’t understand or even know what it was!
A visiting preacher came to our church and was ministering to different ones. He came to me and spoke to me. Told me that thing that had happened to me had really happened to me ‘in the Spirit’. He said my hands had touched the Blood and bring a cleansing. I had never told this experience to another living soul!
This deeply touched me! How could God use a terrible ‘Mess-up’ like me? At that point in my life, I had no self-esteem whatsoever. I felt completely unworthy, and that every time I messed up Jesus didn’t love me anymore. That I had blown it for life….The enemy tormented me with these kinds of thoughts.
If I had only realized back then that it wasn’t about ‘me’ and my ability or lack of it or even my weaknesses that determined how much He loved me or used me or forgave me. His love was so much bigger than all that!
He gets all glory in whatever He chooses to do through YOU and me. When we are weak, it shows those around us how strong He is, when we never stop trying to get the victory! It brings Him glory when we get ourselves out of the way – His power makes up for all our frailties. Oh those doubts that God could ever speak through us or use us though! Not to mention the guilt from the continual falling down on our faces!
I don’t say any of this to say look at Renee, she’s something special!….I say this to say, Look at Renee, she’s weak and IMPERFECT.
Aren’t we all? We don’t have it together a lot of days. God has to continually remind us that He understands and is very much touched by the feeling of our infirmities! And somehow still wants to use us anyway! He uses the weak to confound the wise!
Peter failed God, too, but God gave Him the keys to the kingdom and told him when he was converted, to strengthen the brethren! …David also made many mistakes, but was somehow still a man after God’s own heart.
Do you realize just how powerful the BLOOD of Jesus is? It’s an unlimited power source!
I am praying for deliverance for anyone struggling today! You cannot do it on your own!!! You need help from God. And your prayer partners…Pleading the blood of Jesus over that problem, over your family, finances, home, car, lack, job. You name it, He covers it!🙏🏼 Get desperate and lay your life out like a book before Him. Get somewhere alone or with a trusted prayer warrior/warriors. Don’t be a mouse either! Get loud! Cry out in desperation! God is not deaf, but neither is he nervous. He moves on desperation.
Don’t think the blind beggar sitting on the roadside called out quietly to Jesus when he heard He was passing by. No sir! You can be rested assured he formed those consonants and vowels loud and clear to get his healing miracle!!!
And he cried out, “Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me.”
And those who were in front rebuked him, telling him to be silent. But he cried out all the more, “SON OF DAVID, HAVE MERCY ON ME!”
And Jesus stopped and commanded him to be brought to him. And when he came near, he asked him,
What do you want me to do for you?” He said, “Lord, let me recover my sight.”
And Jesus said to him, “Recover your sight; your faith has made you well.”
And immediately he recovered his sight and followed him, glorifying God. And all the people, when they saw it, gave praise to God.
The blood on the houses where you are staying will distinguish them; when I see the blood, I will pass over you. No plague will fall on you to destroy you when I strike the land of Egypt. Exodus 12:13 Berean Bible
The enemy of our soul will try to entrap us again with those same spirits we were delivered from when we were first Born-Again. But….
There is wonder-working power in The BLOODof the Lamb!
—Would you be free from your burden of sin?
—Would you o’er evil the victory win?
—Would you be whiter, much whiter than snow?
PRAYER: Lord, how we need Your power! Every day and every hour! Lord how we need Your power! Every day and every hour! Lord we plead your blood over every sickness, over every doubt, over our failures, over anything that seeks to exalt itself over your Spirit and your Blood! Wash us Lord, and we will be whiter than snow! In Jesus Name!
The words in this song soothe my spirit EVERY single time I hear it. There is a short testimony close to the end of this version that feels like the balm of Gilead being applied to that troubled heart.
We all have those days when the bad seems to slip right through all God’s good blessings and sting our heart. We wonder if we can make it through THIS trial–the one that has knocked us to our knees.
The older I’ve gotten, I have realized that it’s not as easy to get up from that ‘knee prone’ position as it once was.
I’ve heard older people remark –with a twinkle in their eyes– and a laugh on their lips, that they were having a hard time getting back up from the floor if they ever got down there in the first place….So they try to make sure they get everything done down there while they’re at it!!! 😂
I guess I resemble that remark way too much these days! 🤦♀️😵 👵🏻+🌙= 😴 🐓=😂🤪🧐
That mountain, that troubled sea, that drives us to our knees is the same thing that is going to strengthen our heart.
We have need of patience a lot of times in that ‘knee-prone’ position. But when we fully get a revelation that HIS LOVE IS ALWAYS STRONGER, THAN WHATEVER TROUBLES US, we will learn to trust Him and believe.
Whatever knocked you down in the first place will be your SAVING GRACE in the end. It will be your confidence, when you come through to the other side. You will be able to look back one day and say,
I MADE IT THROUGH THE FLOOD AND THE FIRE!!!
Hallelujah He brought me out!
Today, my friend, I pray God gives you a set of really soft knee pads to cushion the fall–and a prayer life out of this world!
You will get a lot accomplished while you are down there!
•Rest for your soul.
•Strength for the battle.
•Patience in the struggle.
•Compassion for your fellow man.
•RenewedFAITH and JOY.
*A little side note: Check your KNEE MAIL while you are down there! PRAY for those prayer requests. And pray for your fellow man.
GOD BLESS YOU MY FRIEND!!! Have a blessed day!
Gaither Vocal Band – Sometimes It Takes A Mountain (Live) – YouTube
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John has nominated me for this scary challenge. 👻 In his words, he called upon me to bring one of these critters to life! Oh mercy me! I don’t like scary monsters, but I did love to read about Nessie and Big Foot, etc when I was growing up. I do like a good challenge, so here I go….
But first before we begin, here’s a word from John himself:
I believe it’s time again!! So…. with Halloween upcoming, I’m picking some of my favorite monsters…
I’ve loved this guy since I was a kid!! Ole Nessie.. one day I’m going to see him. And ride him around the lake like a bucking bronco.
The Lizard Man from the swamps of sunny South Carolina! It’n he cute?? He’s real ya know….
—John the Eclectic Contrarian
Here’s my Nominees of who I’m calling upon to bring these scary things to life. But only if you are up to the challenge. It’s up to you.
She had not meant for this to happen. Had not planned it in this fashion, at all! But here she was anyways. Her worst nightmare come to life. Stranded. In a small wooden rowboat. Terrified! After dark. Far away from safety and the shore. She had been here before, but only in her reoccurring, nightmares! It was the worst scenario she could have ever imagined! No doubt.
WHAT WAS SHE GOING TO DO?!!! HOW WOULD SHE GET OUT OF HERE? Her thoughts screamed at her!….There were no oars.
The tears stung her eyes as they built up and spilled out from the dam hiding behind the water well. She was grasping at straws in her anxiety…. Feeling the panic dogging her, nipping at her heels like the Hounds of Baskerville. Straining to draw enough air into her lungs, as if through one of those figurative straws. Devising different strategies in mind, to get her out of this mess—she fought intensely to keep her wits about her—but she was slowly starting to lose it again!
Her heart launched the racing again. She felt the sickening nausea. The dizziness.. She was scared out of her mind and wanted nothing more than to escape this horrible place! You MUST stay focused! BREATHE Abbey! BREATHE!!! YOU’VE GOT TO STAY FOCUSED!!! She imagined in the voice of her therapist.
Inhaling air deeply into her nostrils, she slowly counted to 4—- 1….2….3….4….She held her breathe for the count of 7, and then exhaled slowly, blowing the air back out through her mouth. Pursing her lips slightly, her jaw struggled to relax. She could hear the soft “whooshing” sound as she exhaled, as if it were someone else…not her.
She had blacked out after the first panic attack. Had somehow woke up here. She could not let it happen again. Abbey, get it together girl! Her thoughts commanded, while shoving the same catastrophic fear and images out of her head. She mustn’t go there this time. She had to be strong. If she were to get out of this lake alive.
Face your fears. Face your fears. Her thoughts sing-songed to her at the beginning. She had decided to drive out to the lake and do as her therapist had suggested. If she were to ever get past these night terrors, she must.
There was an old boat that always stayed tied near the edge of the dock there. She would just sit there in the boat a few minutes, while the rope remained securely tied. Take a simple baby step in the right direction towards conquering her fears. It was still evening. Not dark yet. No need to panic.
She held on to the post as she firmly stepped down into the boat. Reaching down ever so gently, gripping the side of the boat, she planted her body onto the seat. She was there at least. A lump formed in her throat, and she tried in vain to swallow it down like a bitter pill. She decided to say those words aloud for good measure. “Face your fears, Abbey!” There. She had said them. It was done. She could go home now. Yes, small baby steps. It was enough that she had even gotten into the boat in the first place.
But then she had to doggone go and do it. Scanning out across the murky, dark water—against her will, against her better judgement, while searching for any sign of movement, a cricket quartet started up their band. Evening was quickly winding down. She had to get out of there. She had misjudged the time.
And before she could even will her feet to move, it happened ever so quickly actually. Something moved out across the water. She froze! Her eyes narrowed, squinting to discern what she had thought she had seen.
A glimpse of a shadow. Her eyes darted back and forth, surveying the incident. Those old familiar oppressive thoughts closing in on her from all sides. The black fearful thoughts threatening to engulf her. This had to be her imagination! It always seemed to get the best of her. Why, oh why could she not just get up and get out of there! Fear continued to grip her heart. She remained frozen in her seat.
There it was again. A lone figure. Dipping slightly beneath the surface and reappearing. She must be finally losing her mind! Its head turning her way, glaring right into her soul!
Her breathing turned into shallow quick breaths. A heart pounded out its distress signal—Fight or flight, it drummed, while she continued to gasp frantically for air. But none seem to fill her lungs. She was thrown right smack dab in the middle of a full-blown anxiety attack, right there in the worst place possible for it—the Loch Ness Lake!
For as long as she could remember, she had been afraid of the deep. Of water in over her head. Of the night. Of scary things that lay just beneath the water’s surface. Lying in wait, waiting to snatch her back down into its deep abyss. She had only wanted to prove that she could do it. Overcome the childhood memories of the time she had thought she was drowning.
Her dreams were full of strange happenings. Always near the water. In one of those dreams, she had been riding on the back of a pterodactyl. One minute she had been flying high into the air, and then the next, holding on for dear life as the prehistoric mammal dove just above the surface of the dark and scary waters. Something huge came up out of the water to the surface, but they zoomed over its head in the nick of time. She felt relieved and woke up from the nightmare. There were different ones. Alligators. Helicopters. Walking down into the waters against her will, as she helplessly screamed out in terror in most every single one of them.
And here she was, like an idiot! Far away from the shore. Like a blooming idiot! Recovering from the first black-out and managing to hold the second anxiety attack at bay. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. She continued.
Terror rose up again as the head surfaced very near the boat. But before she could completely lose it, once and for all, the dark eyes locked onto hers. They seemed to hypnotize her into a complete state of tranquility. Her body seemed to be in a state of rest, as Ole Nessie herself began to speak through her thoughts.
Don’t be afraid. I’m not here to hurt you. I’m here to help you. I will help you get back to shore. Lie back against the boat, and be still now. Nessie said.
Abbey could not explain it, but she knew that Nessie was a female—speaking to her in an ancient Celtic tongue of wisdom and comfort that only a mother could bring her. And there was no more fear. At last she felt safe, doing as she was told.
Lying back into the boat, Abbey had watched as Nessie pulled the boat’s rope towards the dock. The next thing she knew, Nessie came close to the edge, looking once again, deep into her eyes.
You are better now child. See? Nothing to worry about anymore, she spoke gently. You have faced your fears. With that, she released an audible cry out into the lonely night that only a lochness monster could make, and dove once more, down, down into the depths of her haven.
Abbey vaguely realized she was crying again. But somehow all had changed. The fear was now completely gone. The anxiety was gone. And so was Nessie. She woke up.
We all need to hear those words a lot of times. When our back is against the wall. When things seem to be closing in. We feel we may even lose our sanity through the chaos.
This song always gives me peace. Things may be hard for you right now my friend, but just take one step at a time. Don’t look to the left or the right. Keep focused on God’s outstretched hands. He will see you through this. 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼
You’re Gonna Be Ok (Lyric Video) – Brian & Jenn Johnson | After All These Years – YouTube
— Read on m.youtube.com/watch
You are laid back and willing to make new friends, but you sometimes feel unwanted. You are sweet, caring, and imaginative.
From Purple Rose: We love to come up with the tags together, but Dollface brings them to life. You can check out her post here. We loved this:
Here we go!
“Being a Christian means we are like a pumpkin to be carved out and for God’s love to shine through, which brings us to the question of this tag…
What kind of pumpkin are YOU?”
Here are the rules:
1. Thank the person who tagged you and link their post to yours. 2. Link the original post so the creators can read them 3. Use the original featured image and include it in your post. 4. Copy and paste the meaning of the tag into your post.
5. Answer the questions. 6. Tag at least one person. 7. Have fun and enjoy the rest of your month!
Here are the questions:
1. Do you celebrate Halloween? Why or why not?
2. Do you like to watch scary movies? Why or why not?
3. Name 3 of your greatest fears.
4. When was the last time you scared someone?
5. Do you believe in ghosts, angels, and/or demons?
6. Do you ever get déjà vu? What do you think it means?
7. What are two of your favorite candies?
Here are my answers:
1. Do you celebrate Halloween? Why or why not?
We didn’t decorate for Halloween when I was growing up. At school, yes. I can remember our teachers one year, scaring us into thinking an old green-faced witch with warts, lived in a cottage (which was actually an old small abandoned falling-in shack) behind the playground. All the 3rd grade class gathered near the edge of the woods at recess. One of the teachers screamed and proclaimed they saw the witch. We ran like crazy! No one else mysteriously saw her. 🤦♀️🧙🏼♀️🧹🎃
About the extent of our Halloween was dressing up in a simple costume and my Mama driving us through our immediate neighborhood that consisted of family and near kin to get candy.
My Great Aunt Lena, who was a little older lady would dress up every year in a witch’s costume. She would be sitting very still in a chair till we got near. And for a couple years we were convinced that it was just a mannequin till she would go BOO! From then on, Mama would have to get the candy from her because us fraidy cats wouldn’t go near her after that! 👻😹😹
When my kids were growing up, we would drive to town and park. Those were the days before Trunk or Treat…I walked with my kids to every door. There was always a few good neighborhoods who didn’t do scary, just pumpkins and cute fall decorations. Those were the places we stopped. My kids knew my rules. If it was scary, evil, darkly decorated or had scary music playing, we walked on. I can remember one year a lawyer started decorating his practice in town with all kinds of scary stuff. I made my kids walk on by. They were upset with me, but it was the rules… We didn’t go that way anymore after that, to save the confusion, except for one year my husband who was driving, let my youngest daughter go there.
I’ve never had to buy candy for my house, because no one ever comes this far into our woods! I tried for a couple years, but just gave it up. I buy us a bag to eat, just in case.😹
With that being said, I know there are some who don’t celebrate. I respect other people’s wishes, and I taught my kids to respect others opinions. As for me, my philosophy has always been to educate my kids, that every holiday is Pagan, including Christmas. They will get exposure in schools. I told them what the holiday was created for, and then I told them what we as a family would celebrate it “as.” We celebrated the fall aspect of Halloween.
I never lied to my kids about Santa, Easter Bunny, or Tooth Fairy, etc. We always celebrated them as fictional characters. It’s just like storybooks. They knew these characters were not real, like Cinderella or Little Red Riding Hood, teachers never taught them they were real, but it never stopped them from loving to pretend or the fun in the imagination part. They always had a wonderful vivid imagination. I also told them not to ruin it for other kids whose parents chose to tell them they were real. They would get a spanking if I heard they had told them there was no such thing as Santa, etc. As far as I know, they never did.
2. Do you like to watch scary movies? Why or why not?
No. I am too sensitive to things like that, and have learned to stay away from scary entertainment since getting in church. If it was a PG movie like Casper, Scooby Doo, or a plain ghost story movie or tv episode, but even then I would feel as I went. If it didn’t feel right, off it went!
We didn’t go to church much when I was growing up. That meant we watched things scary. I was always afraid of the dark, because of it. So, I wouldn’t let my children watch them growing up though. And of course they let me know later on after they were grown and moved out of the house that they had watched a few at a friend’s house! 🙄🤷🏼♀️
3. Name 3 of your greatest fears.
I try not to let my fears get the best of me…Maybe I should just call them concerns. I’m like Purple Rose on one of her answers. The coming Tribulation. Some of The book of Revelation scares me, too!It’s not that I am fearing to the point that I can’t deal or anything like that. Some believe in pre-trib and others post-trib. I don’t try to worry or argue either way. I just don’t want to be here at the end and be ready to go!…I hate deep water (also things under that deep water any poisonous, big wild animals that can kill a human for that matter) and heights. Also, getting lost anywhere by myself. More than 3, I know…
5. Do you believe in ghosts, angels, and/or demons?
Yes, I do believe in angels. I believe God created them. Most all us know the story. A tenth of those angels got kicked out of Heaven along with Lucifer/satan (the keeper of God’s Glory) for their rebellion, pride, sin in disobeying God. Demons masquerade and disguise themselves as ghosts and also appear as their true evil form. Good angels are still “heavenly messengers sent from God” who have the power to “become visible” in the form of a human or as a heavenly being with wings or a light/or both. They also shield from harm. Some may choose to stay invisible to do their work. Good angels “minister” and are able to give “heavenly messages” to “help encourage” the heirs of God’s kingdom. Bad angels do the total opposite. They want to invoke fear, deceiveand discourage.Angels cannot give someone the plan of salvation. Good angels are ministering spirits.
With that also being said, I believe God is God. He can do anything He feels He needs to do to “comfort” someone. For instance, smelling someone’s dearly departed’ perfumeon a day when you needed itthe most. It was most likely a good angel bringing you “a heavenly message from God.” He knows what you have need of! The thing to ask in any situation like this is did it fill your heart with peace when it happened? God is peace and love. Not fear….just food for thought.
6. Do you ever get déjà vu? What do you think it means?
Yes, I do. It’s a feeling that you have done that thing before, been there before, said that same thing in the same situation or something similar to it before…I actually did this last week, and said I was going to try to remember what it was for this tag, but I haven’t been able to remember when I sat down to write this….sighs…It don’t happen very often, so I don’t worry too much about it.
7. What are two of your favorite candies?
Turtlesalmondjoysnickers! If I put it all together does that count all as one? 😂 Other kinds of candies I like are gummy bears, (especially Trolli Peachi O’s) Jolly Ranchers, and sweet tarts.
Sometimes that’s all we have left, just a broken hallelujah, but when “We are weak, He is strong!”
King of My Heart by Kutless A huge butterfly flew in and circled near me and flew away as I listened to this one. God always lets us know He is ever near. He is always good, no matter the circumstances. This next one will fill you with His Peace!! 💃🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼 Dance in advance!!!
WANTED: DESPERATELY SEEKING A ‘DO-OVER’ !!! Not to be confused with a Make-over! Looking for a remote control thingy that can rewind small increments in time. Will pay big money. Call 1-800-HELP.
I think it’s perfect to put in the Want Ads in my local newspaper at the moment. What do you guys think? 🤓
Can you tell it’s been ‘a morning’ here and all happening before noon?! 🤦♀️😩🤯 If I could just hit that rewind button!!! Simple as that.
Seriously….Does any of you out there actually happen to own one of those remote control thingys?😳….I think I could muster up a first born child or an arm and a leg or something or other to pay for it at this point!
No takers yet?…..Oh well, 💁🏼♀️ I just had to ask….It was worth a shot, right? I’m just now calmed down long enough to take a coffee break with a warmed up cup of coffee poured hours ago. I haven’t eaten or even taken my meds yet. 😂
I’m sure I’ve gotten your curiosity up by now, so I might as well spill it.
Picture if you will, me stumbling into the kitchen fresh out of bed, (terrible picture I know!😂) pouring a cup of coffee and setting it down. Getting the food out to feed my fur babies on the back porch. I take it out and pour some in 3 different bowls…Yes it seems I have a new addition to the family apparently, a big brother for Chester and Grace….details later on that one.
Anyways, I proceed back into the kitchen to pour water for their bowl. This is where someone should have yelled out a warning at this point, while violently shaking head “NO!!! DON’T DO IT!!! 😱😱😱 Like someone watching a horror movie, trying to warn the actor/actress they’re about to walk straight right into the killer’s lair.
I reach for the faucet handle, the hot side, to rinse the bowl.
All of a sudden, all hades breaks loose!!! 😳😱🤪 I admit, I wasn’t fully awake before this point. I felt a mist of water 💦 spray my face, and then the handle flies straight up into the air!
What erupted from this little fiasco can only be compared to “Old Faithful.” A giant sized geyser shot up to the ceiling all while soaking my face, hair, pjs, counter, floor, cabinets and ceiling above the sink.
Now when I tell you that I am definitely not a plumber, please believe me….. I’m being pelted with water in the face and eyes, spitting water out of mouth, all while trying to put the handle back on…Why I didn’t think to put a water pitcher over this gusher I will never know. Duh 🙄 👱♀️ Blonde moment I guess. Hey, it was my first experience in this sort of thing! Give me a little leeway! 😂🤣
I’m groping the cabinet doors under the kitchen sink trying to find a cut-off valve, feeling a little like Helen Keller’s twin or a nut with a bucket full of holes trying to bail water out of a rowboat full of holes!
Sure….laugh at my expense if you will, if you haven’t already!!….I’m giving you permission though. 😂 🤣😂🙊 WHY NOT?!!!!….🤣 I’m laughing at myself, too, at the moment, after it’s all over with! I’m happy to be able to supply the Comedy Act for the Hour.🙄🤡🤣 Renee takes a bow. 🙇♀️ Curtain closes on scene of life… 😂
Well anyways, curtain reopens to the “Double Double, Toil and Trouble” moment….I could not find a valve underneath the various and vast amount of cleaning supplies. I looked, I groped, wiped eyes the best I could, groped some more.
I grab my phone and send out an SOS 🆘, dialing my oldest brother for help. Thank the good Lord above he’s retired and living down the road from me! My phone is trying to get a little wet, so I have to move into the living room to make the call. Steam has settled all over the kitchen and living room ceilings at this point!
He tells me to find the cut-off valve, and then gives that up when I tell him I can’t find it and tells me to go turn the water off at the meter outside. I start balling at this point. And my brother says, “I’ll be right there” and hangs the phone up.
I’m all Helter Skelter, Nilly Willy, squalling, running everywhere like a chicken with its head cut off.
I run to the shed, get a wrench, run over to the meter. Realize that I can’t do that. So, I run back to the house. 🏃♀️ 🐔 🐓
Somewhere between kicking out of panic mode and going into a half intercession, half pity-party, telling the Lord I wish He would just swoop down and get me out of this ole world, I run back into the house. The kitchen sink is filling with water, the geyser is still washing the ceiling sparkly clean, I might add! And I realize. Renee, you HAVE GOT to find that cut-off valve!!! Get it together girl!
So, I sling the cabinet door open underneath the sink once again with the newfound bravery of a swash buckler defeating a foe! With cleaning supplies slinging left and right, I manage to clear out a few in order to see the valve. There were 3 different ones. I try the one in the middle and it works! The water turns off. I get up and run to call my brother and tell him I finally got the water off. He tells me he’s on the way.
I will spare you the rest of the details. Let’s just say it involves two brothers, a sister, a wet/dry vac, a lot of towels, wiping, mopping and a kitchen chaos scene beyond your wildest imagination or nightmare ….sighs…..
Hey, I think I could host the House of Horrors for your Fall/Halloween party this year. You wouldn’t even have to decorate!!!! Takers anyone?…….ANYONE???….No???…..😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣