Hey sister? we must be related somehow to have been cursed with the same wee folk running around our computers...LOL; Ended as quick as it started - with no answers - I shut it all down - cleaned everything up like I was told - and walah (?)....or it could have been the ancient Gaelic ritual we did...hmmmm? (jokes) seriously, shut it all down, defrag, clean cache and cookies etc....hope it will all be ok - Funny thing though - almost a nudge by the universe - spurred the event of phoning alot quicker and hmmmm......
Hi Jenny, I always get help from KDH with computer stuff - you have to be more specific with your thread title - always get alot of help and suggestions...just try a different title - like "cannot figure out computer...HELP!!" SOMETHING LIKE THAT
We always have to remember that is could always be worse...yes maybe better, and sometimes we have to relax just to see the bigger picture and trust....that there is something or someone greater than ourselves driving the train.... Just because...
Back in 1932, I was a fairly new husband. My wife, Nettie and I were living in a little apartment on Chicago 's south side. One hot August afternoon I had to go to St. Louis where I was to be the featured soloist at a large revival meeting. I didn't want to go. Nettie was in the last month of pregnancy with our first child. But a lot of people were expecting me in St. Louis. I kissed Nettie good-bye, clattered downstairs to our Model A and, in a fresh Lake Michigan breeze, chugged out of Chicago on Route 66.
However, outside the city, I discovered that in my anxiety at leaving, I had forgotten my music case. I wheeled around and headed back.
I found Nettie sleeping peacefully. I hesitated by her bed; something was strongly telling me to stay. But eager to get on my way, and not wanting to disturb Nettie, I shrugged off the feeling and quietly slipped out of the room with my music.
The next night, in the steaming St. Louis heat, the crowd called on me to sing again and again. When I finally sat down, a messenger boy ran up with a Western Union telegram. I ripped open the envelope. Pasted on the yellow sheet were the words: YOUR WIFE JUST DIED.
People were happily singing and clapping around me, but I could hardly keep from cryin g out. I rushed to a phone and called home. All I could hear on the other end was 'Nettie is dead. Nettie is dead.'
When I got back, I learned that Nettie had given birth to a boy. I swung between grief and joy. Yet that same night, the baby died. I buried Nettie and our little boy together, in the same casket. Then I fell apart.
For days I closeted myself. I felt that God had done me an injustice. I didn't want to serve Him anymore or write gospel songs. I just wanted to go back to that jazz world I once knew so well. But then, as I hunched alone in that dark apartment those first sad days, I thought back to the afternoon I went to St. Louis. Something kept telling me to stay with Nettie. Was that something God? Oh, if I had paid more attention to Him that day, I would have stayed and been with Nettie when she died.
From that moment on I vowed to listen more closely to Him. But still I was lost in grief. Everyone was kind to me, especially one friend. The following Saturday evening he took me up to Maloney's Poro College, a neighborhood music school. It was quiet; the late evening sun crept through the curtained windows.
I sat down at the piano, and my hands began to browse over the keys. Something happened to me then. I felt at peace. I felt as though I could reach out and touch God. I found myself playing a melody, once into my head they just seemed to fall into place: 'Precious Lord, take my hand, lead me on, let me stand, I am tired, I am weak, I am worn, through the storm, through the night, lead me on to the light, take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home.'
The Lord gave me these words and melody, He also healed my spirit. I learned that when we are in our deepest grief, when we feel farthest from God, this is when He is closest, and when we are most open to His restoring power.
And so I go on living for God willingly and joyfully, until that day comes when He will take me and gently lead me home.
-Tommy Dorsey-
For those too young to know who he is, Tommy Dorsey was a band leader in the Thirties and Forties.
I agree Jenny, I am not entirely sure what headgames are, think that means something different for just about every individual - and I do believe that there are men (and women) who have so many issues that they blame them on the headgames of prior partners ; those with unfinished issues and business. JMO
Baggage - that which carry with us, often for the sake of survival, from one place in life to the next? Okay, well the last time I checked, we don't have the "zapper thingy" they used in Men in Black to erase memory so, we all, male and female will have baggage - some good, some bad, some otherwise. Who we are today, is a result of events, stuff of our yesterdays - it is a simple fact of life, and it can be a very positive part of you...JMO
Oh I have been doing the visualization and saying it over and over and thinking and believing and seeing myself at that job and the phone call, etc. etc. It is ingrained in my brain - I was told if I haven't heard from them by midweek that they had hired someone else...despite what I want, that is the reality. so I will stop just hit reboot and start applying for others if that is the case!!!!
Yep! and Thanks. It took ALOT of self talk, let me tell you...and I did not stay for the whole affair, but that is ok. And as somebody said in another post - and the beat goes on!!!
Yikes!!! I started this thread... you have all been busy putting your posts in and I was going to get home and add mine...so here goes:
Must haves 1. Honesty & personal strength & pride in self 2. Integrity & kindness & courage
Deal Breakers 1. Active addictions 2. Violent temper
Of course this can go on and on and on...we all have out likes and dislikes - do we really require a carbon copy of such, are we willing to hold out for the full meal deal so to speak? hmmm, something more to think about...
I'm back....beautiful ceremony...and stayed for pictures...then chose to come home. The right thing to do for me and for her - hot, hot, hot!!! Put 2 pics on profile
Giving you all something to think about and discuss: Two qualities that you rate as a "must have" in a partner and two "what you consider to be defects or NO GOS/DEAL BREAKERS!!"
Yes it will; cuz I only control me, and me is going to behave!!! And treasure every second of the day - there are no redos when it comes to a day like today, right!!?
morning all - the day is here and it looks like the weather should be good. The hair, just putting it up in a very loose and informal updo...if I overthink it all ...well that's when I get stuck in dumb! Will put a picture of 2 on...Thanks for all the encouragement and advise...Good day to all.
Hi Kim, I uploaded picture of my dress onto my profile - you only have to turn your head to the right oh, yeah, it is an outdoor everything, so if it rains, I can take my shoes off and .... I'll take my shoes off anyways!!!
No, for some reason nobody seems that interested, not like we are for the winter Olympics - but I have an observation concerning the Olympics - and perhaps it is something that I just never got the memo about - here goes - In the spirit of good parenting I started getting the Olympic glasses from micdees - What the H?!!! Have you seen these characters? Look like some sort of alien life form jacked up pika choo!! JMO What is this all about?
RE: Lol the voice of experience............so many men do not know how to kiss..................
Were you spying???