VICTORY FOR MSU!

Ohio State has won 24 in a row.  We beat them and are the Big Ten Champions and going to the Rose Bowl--for the first time in  26 years!!!    We won 34-24, with a new quarterback that didn't start until the second game of the season.

I AM GEEKED!!!

Michigan State Fight Song and marching band.

Computer Problems

I may or may not be able to post--I am having major problems with this electronic toy!

Does It Matter?

Today's high temperature was: 59 degrees

At wake-up time.

36 degrees by five tonight.

We are heading into the refrigerator.

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...but we aren't going to get the freezing rain/ice/and snow that the rest of the Mid-West is going to get.  The first storm went north of us into the UP of Michigan--the second one that is traveling east now, is missing us to the south.  How fortunate!!  I have to drive 20 miles on Sunday to see Madeleine perform in the Nutcracker and if there were a lot of snow, I would have to stay home!!

I woke up this morning singing, "Muskrat Susie, Muskrat Sam, living and loving in muskrat land..." I have no idea why that song.  Weird things happen in my mind while I sleep, and when I wake up, sometimes they are still with me.  Monday morning I woke up way early, trying to pull the open end of the pillow case over my head like a hood!  The connotation weirded me out.  White.  Pillow case.  Hood.  I live near the (once) Michigan Capitol of the KKK--Howell, Michigan.  Or, maybe my ears were just cold and I was trying to pull a hat down over them, who knows!  Last week I woke up saying, "Thank you for the world so sweet.  Thank you for the food we eat.  Thank you for the birds that sing.  Thank you, God, for everything."  Now, I haven't heard that prayer for 40 years--why would I think of it while I slept?

Some mornings, I open my eyes and am startled and amazed that I am still alive.  Then I wonder if I am really dead, but living in a parallel universe, where everything looks like it does in real life.  Then I have the urge to call someone on the phone and see if I can reach them, which would prove that I am truly still alive.

I tell you--I am weird!!

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So, after Maggie The Cat's demolishing of Bethlehem under the tree, I did not put it back up.  I just didn't want to take another chance down on the floor and not being able to get back up.  I used my Grabbit-Stick from when I had hip surgery, pulled out the little stable and all the animals and people and put them away.  The next morning, she had the tree skirt out in the middle of the living room again.  I pulled her over to it and said, "No.No!" which she seems to understand.  Later that day, I found this.  

Apparently, Buddy was teaching her how to respect and enjoy the Christmas tree,

as the tree skirt has remained in its place every night since.

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I could not find a frame to fit this collage I did for my sister.  I got advice from another customer in Michael's the other day and bought a floating frame--glass on both sides.  I think it will work.  I will let you know.

This shows things from The Farm BEFORE 

their renovations started.

Some of the old sheds and the little house that they tore down

to make room for the new family room and garage.  

I think she will like it.

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I had one of my extreme Liberal friends notify me that I was being a "pagan", with the whole Christmas tree and decorating and that "Jesus was not born on December 25th!  Quit living in denial"  So I just had to reply, because she is such a know it all and I wanted to prove that I was just as bad a know it all as she is.

"Yes, I know Jesus wasn't born on December 25th.  Point #1: Shepherds were not abiding their flocks by night in the fields in December.  Judea is much too cold and rainy that time of year.  Point #2:  Caesar did not ever have a census taken in December--the cold and rain would have kept people from traveling to their home town, which is why Joseph and Mary went to Bethlehem--his home town.  Point #3:  John the Baptist was born the end of March.  He was Jesus' cousin.  Scripture states that Mary went to visit John's mother Elizabeth, who was ready to give birth.  Mary was three months pregnant.  Jesus was born six months after John, so that would put His date of birth around the end of September. 

The Romans celebrated the infant birth of their Sun god on December 25th, near the winter solstice.  The new Christians wanted to one-up them, so they celebrated their God Son on the 25th also...this was way back in the 4th century.

As for the Christmas tree--early German's cut evergreens and placed them in their home and barns to keep the evil spirits away for the new year.  Later, German's brought a freshly cut tree into their home and decorated it with fruit and candies.  Prince Albert, of German descent., had his servants cut an evergreen and bring it into the palace for Queen Victoria, where they decorated it with candles and pretty ribbons, beads and ornaments.  The people in the New World--the rich people, many of them English and German, thought this was a sign of affluence, so they did the same.  My family always celebrated on Christmas Eve night, because, being of German descent, we believed that the baby Jesus was born that night, NOT Christmas morning.   

BUT--as your dear friend Hillary is so fond of saying, "What difference does it make?"  September is much too busy a time of year.  We need a celebration of light and life in dark December and what would all the people do the day after Thanksgiving.  AND, as my favorite Tevye would say, "TRADITION!" and he was Jewish and celebrated the Festival of Lights."

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I have not heard back from her.  Hm-mm.

So--if you don't want to celebrate Jesus' birth, celebrate Santa Claus--it matters not to me!

Okay--done with my rant and enjoying my Christmas tree and my nativity collection, along with my Santa collection and Angel collection and...all of it.

This 'N That

Today's high temperature was: 56 degrees

Grey and misty

Cold front coming through tomorrow.

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Yes--the cover on my book is an adaptation of my nephew Matthew--who I dedicated the book to.  Susan's youngest son who died of Leukemia just a month shy of his high school graduation.   I asked the illustrator to put MSU on Matt's baseball cap because he had been accepted there.  The illustrator said he would, if he could put HSU on Matt's friend's cap because he had gone to Hobart.

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So strange--the weather that is.  Such huge amounts of snow fall and cold temperatures--where they don't belong, while we were warm and dry with still nice green lawns.  I swear, if this climate change keeps up, we are going to growing oranges and Florida will have ski resorts!!!
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I haven't written a thing in two whole days--busy, busy.

I designed and printed my Christmas cards all day Tuesday--and I mean--ALL DAY!!!  Got them in envelopes and all set to mail--first of next week.  I usually buy the religious themed Christmas stamps, but this year, the ones with the Gingerbread houses were so cute, I could not resist!

Tuesday, I also finished the last batch of spaghetti sauce for the "boys" Christmas gift.  

Wednesday, I visited the Chiropractor and took his reception the baby afghan I had crocheted for her.  She just loved it--even got tears in her eyes, and she is usually a kind of cold person.  I also gave my massage therapist a tip--I think the massage helps me more then the Chiropractor, and I gave him a copy of my book for his two young boys to enjoy.  Just out spreading holiday cheer where I can, LOL.

Then, I stopped at the Rich People's store to get some cake and a couple of salads and some medium size croissants.  I use them for my noon sandwich.  If I keep bread around, I have to keep it in the freezer and it eventually gets dry and nasty.  These croissants I keep frozen too, but a quick warm-up in the nuke machine and they are nice and soft and just the right size.

Got a scary call from Karen.  On her way to school, Madeleine had been in a horrific car accident.  It seems someone cut in front of her on the expressway, clipped her driver's side front, which caused her to do a 180 degree spin, with the car facing the wrong way and then it rolled twice into the median.  It is a miracle that she wasn't hit by oncoming traffic.  She said she had just got done saying her prayers and finished up with the Hail Mary, when she got hit.  She told Karen, "I wasn't even scared because I could feel God with me all the time."  I think she got scared afterwards when she realized she could have easily been killed.  I shook for about an hour after the phone call, but, amazingly, she is just fine and will dance one of the starring roles in the production of the Nutcracker this weekend.

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We had a weird thing happen in church on Sunday.  The first time I have gone in two months.  The preacher had just finished his pastoral prayer, mentioning thanks that Doug was back in church after a two week absence--he had a heart problem..and the preacher went on to thank God for EMS and firemen who come to our rescue.  We said the Lord's Prayer and stood up to sing, and I saw this strange look come over the preacher's face.  Apparently, a few rows behind me, Doug had fainted.  I could hear an usher, out in the back, calling 911 and saying "heart attack."  I did not turn around to look!  Doug was sitting two rows in front of Merle and Pearl so they saw it all.

Then, the preacher said, "Folks, let us go into silent prayer."  and we did, as we heard the ambulance come, and they took Doug out--for about 15 minutes, we sat heads bowed and prayed like crazy!

I don't remember much of the sermon--I don't think anyone did.  We got word just after the sermon that Doug was fine--it was no heart attack, but an AFIB attack.

Everyone was quite shocked and worried.  I told Pearl later, "What better place to have a heart attack or die.  In church, where 150 people instantly, all at the same time, start praying for you?"

Pearl said, "I'll bet that's what saved him.  God saw and heard all those prayers coming up--for just one person--and He said, "I have to take care of Doug so these people will see my miracle.""

Children's Book

I AM THRILLED!!!

My children’s book that was in e-book format, has just come out as a printed book.  

Rather then have you order it from the publisher’s site, which would cost more, if you would like a copy, I will charge you exactly what it cost me to get it printed and shipped.     $7.00     

If you'd like, send me a check and I will mail the book to you.  

Judith J Miller, 6413 Lakeview Lane, Brighton, MI 48114.  Suggested ages for readers: 4-10, but adults have told me they enjoyed it also.  This book is not just for boys!

“On Saturday morning, Matthew would rather play or do anything rather then clean his room, but his mother is determined that he clean up the disaster zone.  The mess under his bed has become downright scary!  Matt finds a way to overcome his fears and discovers that hidden treasures are to be found.”

Few Words Needed

The first ornaments--my kid's and grandkids

In memory and honor of my BFF

 It was very difficult to get the nativity scene under the tree

Love the lights

Sunday morning surprise

During the night, Maggie The Cat played Godzilla destroys Bethlehem! 

The Nativity

My mother loved Christmas above all other holidays.  Living on a farm during World War II meant little money for non-essentials.  I was about five.  One pre-Christmas evening, I remember the following…..

Momma and Daddy were sitting in the living room listening to Christmas Carols on the radio. 

The Christmas tree, we had cut from our woods, was standing in the corner, brightly lit.   Momma had all the decorations on it and it was beautiful.  

I was laying on the rug; coloring a picture of Santa in my Christmas coloring book that Grandma had given me. 

I heard Momma say to Daddy, "You know what? We need a nativity scene for under the tree."  

"Well, it's been a hard year," said Daddy. "We just don't have the extra money to buy one."  

"I know," said Mommy quietly.  

Then she clapped her hands and jumped up from her chair.  "I can make one!" she exclaimed. 

Momma ran into the kitchen and I followed closely behind her, caught up in her excitement.  

Momma spread newspapers out on the kitchen table.  

She got her paint set out of the buffet drawer and a bag of pipe stem cleaners.   She dug around in the wastebasket, pulling out an empty cereal box.  

Momma went into her bedroom and opened up the closet door.   She reached up on the top shelf and pulled down a paper sack filled with scraps of material, from the dresses she had made for me.  

Momma laid everything out on the kitchen table and thought for a moment.  

She cut the top and bottom off a cereal box and painted it to look like wooden shingles.   The empty cereal box now looked just like a little barn, with the front open.  

Then Momma took the pipe stem cleaners and bent them into shapes like people.  She then took scraps of the material from the bag and made robes to put on the pipe stem cleaners.   They looked just like shepherds!  

Momma took some beautiful silky blue material and turned one of the pipe stem cleaner people into Jesus' mother, Mary.  

She put golden cloth on three pipe stem cleaner people and they looked just like the Three Wise Men.  

Momma turned to me and said, "Honey, run to your bedroom and get that little plastic baby doll from your doll house."  

When I scampered back with the tiny baby doll, Momma wrapped it in a piece of Kleenex and put it into a cradle she had made from match sticks.  She put on her coat and stepped outside--I watched as she walked to the barn.  She was soon back inside with a little bit of straw, that she put in the cradle, under the baby Jesus.  

Then Momma opened up the buffet drawer and found some gold foil she had saved off a candy bar.   She cut out a star-shape from the top of the empty cereal box and glued the gold foil onto it.  

Momma and I carried all the pipe stem cleaner people and the little barn into the living room.   Daddy looked up from his magazine and watched as Momma put the little barn under the Christmas tree.  

She put all the pipe stem cleaner people in their correct places.   Then she hung the gold star on a branch right over the little barn.   She pulled a white Christmas tree light down behind the star.  It looked like the star was shining!  

Daddy got up from his chair and hugged Momma. "That is the most beautiful nativity I've ever seen," he said, as he kissed Momma on the cheek.  

I got down on the floor and lay on my tummy so I could see everything close up.  

It was the most beautiful nativity I've ever seen.  

A nativity made from love and a desire to praise God's gift to all of us.  

(I can still remember the feeling I had, when mother pulled that little piece of gold foil out of the buffet drawer.  We used that nativity, under our tree, until I was about 10 years old.  I can still see that home made nativity as if it were right here--right now.)