All of my children played instruments in school. Three of them were skilled in musical ability that they played more than one instrument. One had difficulty. The music teacher told me before she excused them from band, “She couldn’t carry a beat if you put it in a suitcase.” That might have been true but she finished out the year and what I remember about it was, she never gave up. She practiced, she never missed a class, she kept her instrument clean and she supported averyone else regardless of what instrument they were playing or how good or bad they played.
God has an orchestra comprised of every kind of instrument. Every musician comes to rehearsal prepared to play their best. Sometimes one part plays better than the others but God doesn’t want that. He keeps practicing them all until they perform the perfect symphony. One section may be out of tune so he will have the composer rewrite that section so they can stay in key. He doesn’t think the violins are better than the flutes. It is not possible. They are two different types of instruments. What he does think is he incorporated it all into an orchestra and every instrument will play its part until he decides the symphony can not get any better and at that time he will have the curtain call.
I’m sorry my baby did not get to play out her six years of band like her siblings did, but she did find her place at the events. She worked the concessions. 😉
Wonderers, those of you who are strong in faith need to help those who are trying to find their place. God is giving you strength for service not for a first chair position. Pick up your instrument and toot your horn so that others can hear the God in you and if you see someone else is having difficulty help them find the instrument (or not) that is right for them.
I’m late for Mundy Madness due to traveling. I am in Philadelphia now and am ready to tell my story if you can forgive me.
The water park is one of my favorite places even when I don’t get in the water which can happen.
My oldest treated us to Six Flags for 4th of July. How exciting for me to watch them have fun and see the fireworks. As soon as we get into the park the oldest decides we must get lockers for our stuff. Wait a minute! All your life I have been guarding everyone’s assets while we were on an adventure but now that you are in charge we need lockers? Smart move! 🤔
While we were at the counter waiting to pay for the locker code (I was free) the oldest says something totally unbelievable. She tells her sister, “Go down to the lazy river and get on it and mom and I will meet you down there.”
Now for those of you who don’t know my baby girl, she has a learning disability. What that means is her thought process is different that anyone else’s normally is. Like how she sees good in everyone even when they mistreated her. A quality I wish I possessed. Everybody is her best friend.
Well the oldest, who has a degree in special education thinks she can communicate better with the youngest. I have to admit she has taught me a thing or two but this time, she made a mistake. My mind told me to call a foul but I didn’t. I pray a prayer of protection over them and let the games begin!
It is about 1:00 p.m. when we get to the lazy river. No youngest or the grand around to see. So we start walking around looking. You know what’s real? You don’t remember what your people look like or what they are wearing when your looking for them. I started remembering some of the safety tips like write your name and phone number on the skin and cover it with liquid bandage. Which of course we didn’t do. Around 3:00 p.m. the oldest is frantic. I suggested we go get something to eat. I was hot and tired. I was almost ready to quit the game. I got a pizza. Hot dog and cotton candy. Oh yeah and a Diet Coke. I love amusement parks where you can magically eat anything you want and not gain a pound because your walking around in the heat. I choose a table right across from where we last seen those two jokers. I figured one of them will think to go back to where we divided. I mean when they got tired or hungry they would think to come back. So we sit and wait and I tell the oldest why she can’t let her sister out of her site. She is no different then her except she didn’t get to experience free will and every chance she gets, she’s going to take it.
An hour later the oldest says, “Your so calm. You have really lightened up.” I tell her my strategy, why we are sitting across from customer service. She gets something to eat and tries to relax. I silently say another prayer. Suddenly the oldest remembers she took the grand baby picture on her phone. She wants to ask security to help find them. When we get to the counter I say, “You know we are going to be here until the park closes.” No sooner than I say it there is an announcement that the park is closing due to a storm warning. And behold, I turn around and there they are. The sky opens up and it pours down rain. Unbelievable right? We walked around the water park for 5 hours and did not get on one ride but we left soaked in knowledge.
There is power in the tongue. There is power in your prayers
I hope you’ve got your coffee and are ready to hear a little of my madness. It’s been a while so please be patient with me.
This summer being the great mom that I am, I purchased season passes to Carowinds, our local amusement park. Let’s not stop there I also purchased the drink plan and meal plan. Such a good mommy! Like the mom who sprinkles flour on her face when she makes rice crispy treats. 😜 Really though I have loved saying several times a week I might add, “Let’s go the Carowinds for dinner!” Every time-they react like it’s the first time I said it this season. Mental note moms: Children are so easy.
Now let me inform you I am not the amusement park type. I am not really the wanna be outside in the heat type either. My idea of “Ruffin it” is continental breakfast at Holiday Inn Express. 😳 And I don’t do rides. I do eat all the snacks under the rides while I wait although I’m not supposed too. Heck, if the lines are long enough, the world may never know! It will be our secret.
On to why you’re here. I decided there was a ride I wanted to try. It’s a ride that goes to air traffic control height and it looks like a carousel in the sky. My mission for the summer Wonderers! I thought, I’ll have to ease my way into it. J who is 6, wants to ride the swings. She just made the height chart and is super excited. I thought this to be the first step to my victory. She carefully selected her seat and waited for the ride to begin. I just grabbed the first seat I came too. I noticed she kept looking at me and I wondered if she was scared. Maybe I should have sat next to her. At lift off I was feeling a little panicky and when it started to swing I gripped the chains and started mumbling to Jesus. I could hear J laughing. I tried to open my eyes to see if she was laughing at me but the roof of an adjacent building was coming at me so I shut my eyes again. I was whimpering like a baby. I was really feeling anxious so I started praying for the Lord to stop the ride. As the ride started to lower I gave up all claims to ride the big carousel in the sky. My dream had been dashed and to make matters worst when the ride stopped and I opened my eyes my swing ramjacked the swing in front of me. Only mines did that. Everyone else’s stopped on point. Maybe that was the insult of being on the kiddie ride. When it was time to get off J turned to me and said, “that’s why I get on the inside swing! How humiliating! She did see me shivering in the air.
At the next ride I stayed on the ground and got me a funnel cake with powder sugar, vanilla ice cream and strawberries. I deserved it! Just when I sat down to eat it, it started to rain. Okay Derrick, okay God y’all got jokes. I looked inside my healthy backpack and “ Shazam!” Pulled out a ziplock bag!
Girl Scouts prepared me well. If you can’t fly high at least be able to cover ground. Oh! I gonna have to put that on a flag or something.
Have a great Monday Wonderers and thanks for perusing.
What is your super power? If you could pick out your cape what would you choose.
I want my superpower to be joy. I want to fly around the world spreading joy to everyone I meet. ZAP -Touch a heart here. POW -fill a void there. BOOM -always with the power of God’s love.
Wonderers I challenge you to pick out the superpower you would use to serve God by serving humanity. If you have no idea what it would be I leave these words with you to get you started.
“Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.”
Thank you for perusing and I would love to hear about your choice.
Do you ever wonder why things have to be so difficult? What can possibly be hard about purchasing a trash can and then use it correctly? Probably nothing in your household but in mines – madness!
I don’t know why in this day and time you have to touch the top of the trash can. In my day we had to take trash outside and pick up the lid and place it back down, make sure it was on tight before we came in the house. My jokers have it so easy if they could just figure it out, they should never have to touch the lid. I have purchased several brands of trash cans over the years. Ones that flips up. They don’t work because somebody never sees the can is full and leaves it open smelling the house up with garbage. Swings open. No because everyone had to touch the lid leaving some residue that just makes the can look nasty. I had pedestal to open the tops. But someone used their super human strength and breaks off the pedestal and so on and so on and so on, None of these have worked. Thirty three years of searching for the perfect can. I just gave up.
Well I thought I found it. My friend has an automatic trash can. I was at her house having a coffee break when her grandson walked up to the can and wait for it….it opened and he put his thrash in it and then it closed. WOW! He didn’t touch it any where. It just opened as if he mentally suggested – open sesame! For two hours I watch her family navigate around the can tossing, scraping, even spit trash into the can. I was impressed. I had to have that trash can. I was too ashamed to ask her where it came from but I knew Goggle would know. He sent me to Amazon and I purchased a NineStars Electronic Stainless Steele can that came with a bonus can. Two for the price of one. Impressive, I know right! I even additionally purchased the adaptor because I’ve seen this baby in action and I knew it was a keeper. Shouldn’t have to waste batteries on this life changer. I had to wait a couple of days for it but I was so excited i went to the store and purchased a rug to go under it.
When it came I set it up immediately, prancing around the house like it was Christmas. Days went by and my hopes were slowing dashing. Somebody can’t get it to open. They stand in front of it waving their hands over it, gives up and pushes the backup button because they couldn’t wait a second. Everyone can’t change the bag properly. There happens to be a ring inside the can that you wrap the bag around so it doesn’t show on the outside. Someone occasionally opens it with their hands and leaves it open all night. I’ve even witnessed the can opening and close before the person let go of the trash and it hit the lid as if the person was stammering o op open pen ses sa meeee! Damn, what’s a girl to do?
Titus, My only smart guy can open the can with no problems. He stands in front of it, waits, and when it opens gets his paper towels and let’s it close. At night he throws them around and leaves the mess all over the floor.
That’s right Wonderers, only the dog can do it!
The search is back on! I guess my mom was right, the trash can must go outside for sanity to remain inside.
Ever get something that you never knew you wanted or even better ~ needed?
Well here it is! A Flip and Fold.
First, I have to admit I am kinda anal about laundry and it makes getting it done correctly (as in my way of doing it) difficult for everyone else so I do all the laundry for a family of six. But now thanks to the gag gift I received over the Christmas holiday. A laundry miracle has happened to my household. I literally just heard an heavenly, “Ahhhh!”
Who would have knew! Something for me turned out to be a gift for every one of them. Now everybody up in here can fold laundry. And guess what? I already ordered another one. This is something I know they are going to try and break. But I’m in it to win it, but I still won’t let them run the washing machine!
I wonder what else is out there I didn’t know I wanted?
One of my neighbors recently did some tree trimming in his backyard and he knows I collect scrapes of almost anything for the musuem’s children art projects that I volunteer on Earth Day. We create art using nature. I had an idea for one small cut of a log. So me and grandson went to work on it yesterday.
Alex and I worked on this one together. When you’ve got wood you can get the boy involved. First we drilled two holes in the log. We then turned it over and hot glued a small branch the length of the diameter of the bigger log to stabilize it. These are the legs. We then shopped around the house for old Christmas decorations.
Alex selected garland. I went for apples and Redbirds clip-on ornaments. I purchased these birds from Walmart after Christmas last year for $.50 a piece. But look around your home and see what you can come up with to upcycle some stray things into one centerpiece. Here’s our results.
Of course it didn’t quite come out the way Alex had hoped. He thought we drilled the holes to make eyes for the log. Maybe next year son.
I was invited to a Barbie Party by a younger girl friend. I was so excited and also too embarrassed to admit I didn’t know what kind of party it was. In fact, I thought I knew. My version of a Barbie Party was a group of girls getting together to drink cosmos and talk about anything that entered the conversation. I came up with the conclusion you wore pink of course and some sort of mule styled shoes. As the date got closer, I started to get an uneasy feeling about it all. I didn’t want to be out of the know and just ask what is a Barbie party to my friend. I didn’t want to be uncool, so I asked my daughter, who just laughed at me and said, “I wasn’t invited!” Okay she was happy just to leave me flapping in the wind. I just kept my vision in mind and purchased a pair of straight leg jeans. Lord knows I have plenty of pink up in here.
The day of the party I dropped off a plate of appetizers and a salad at the party location. My girl asked if I wanted to see the cake? Sure I did, what kind of friend do you think I am? You my girl, your super excited about your birthday cake. You’ve been talking about it all week. When she opened the box, it was a penis cake? OMG what kind of party was this? It just didn’t matter at this point. I wasn’t gonna show all up in the strip club with no dollar bills! When I got back to the house I asked my daughter if a Barbie Party was a exotic party or a male dancer party or maybe even a toy party? She just laughed and said, “Worse.” Okay, I’m always telling my kids to use their words so I looked it up in the dictionary. The Urban Dictionary and guess what, there is actually a definition in there. I just can’t make this stuff up!
“Barbie party – incapacitating a female and or females by either a club or drug and having your way with their unconscious body or bodies, this is usually performed by the incapacitator alone, friends must be very trust worthy! usually performed only on really hot chicks that you couldn’t get otherwise.”
The only thing I got out of that definitions was, she didn’t know what a Barbie party was either! We are like minded. Besides the cake, her definition was right up there with minds. I missed a fun party.