Friday Flashback

It's a Friday Flashback kind of day!   I've chosen an entry from my previous blog...Margaret's Musing..and posted it here.  Enjoy! 

I have decided…

·    That I must be getting old growing up because I don’t have to buy something every time my little heart desires it.

·    That I have very good taste in purses because every one I liked at TJ Maxx’s today was over $100.00, except for the one on sale for $99.

·    That a single pack of drink mix is too much for a small cup of water from Taco Bell.

I have noticed…

·    That the people hostilely yelling about being disrespected are the ones who’ve done very little to earn respect, and respect others even less. 

·    That many of these folks are people who must, often times, make appearances in the criminal court system.

·    That the older I get, the more I realize how unimportant things I let annoy me are, like some lawbreaker yelling that they have been disrespected. 

I believe…

·    That there is a very merciful God in Heaven; and whether or not you believe that does not negate His existence. 

·    That America’s Christians need to open their eyes, pray and seek divine guidance, and vote accordingly in the next election, and the next presidential election, as well.

·    That it’s time for true believers to step up and speak God’s truth, and not back down and apologize when “the world” disagrees.

I Admit…

·    That I continue to (periodically) read a particular blogger because she’s a train wreck.   (Side note about this point:  When I originally posted this, I got an email from a girl who was convinced I was talking about her blog.  I don't believe she ever visited me again...and my comment wasn't about her blog.  Maybe calling the girl a "train wreck" wasn't the best idea, but she was always writing about some self-imposed catastrophe, and like a train wreck, I couldn't look away.)  

·    I don’t like to be touched by others unless I have emotional or family ties, and sometimes not even then.   I cringe when the preacher says “shake hands” and I cringe even more when he says “hug your neighbor.”   I’m perfectly OK with a smile and a wave.

·    I can be pretty judgmental.   I find, though, that it’s usually those things that I don’t like about myself that I detest in others.    (Yeah, I know.   I’m working on it.)

I like squirrels...and these white ones are the cutest!

Yes, I know they are destructive little boogers...but they are just doing what they do.

How could you not love a face like that?

The glowing eyes are a little scary in this photo.  
This little guy lives in Rockport, Indiana