Sunday, November 30, 2008


This was written by steve Williams.

We are rich. From the standpoint of material wealth, Americans have difficulty realizing how rich we are. However, going through the little "mental exercise" suggested by Robert Heilbroner, can help us to count our blessings. Imagine doing the following, and you will see how daily life is for as many as a billion people in the world.

1. Take out all the furniture in your home except for one table and a couple of chairs. Use blankets and pads for beds.
2.Take away all of your clothing except for your oldest dress or suit, shirt or blouse. Leave only one pair of shoes.
3.Empty the pantry and the refrigerator, except for a small bag of flour, some sugar and salt, a few potatoes, some onions, and a dish of dried beans.
4.Dismantle the bathroom, shut off the running water, and remove all the electrical wiring in your house.
5.Take away the house itself and move the family into the tool shed
6.Place your house in shantytown.
7.Cancel all subscrptions to newspapers, magazines, and book clubs.
8.Leave only one radio for the whole shantytown.
9.Move the hearest hospital or clinic ten miles away, and put a midwife in charge instead of a doctor.
10.Throw away your bankbooks, stock certificates, pension plans, and insurance policies. Leave the family a cash hoard of $10.
11.Give the head of the family a few acres to cultivate on which he can raise a few hundred dollars on cash crops, of which one third will to to the landlord and one tenth to the moneylenders.
12.Lop off 25 or more years in life expectancy.

By comparison, how rich we are! And with our wealth come responsibility to use it wisely, not to be wasteful, and to be sure to help others.
Think on these things.

Betty G
I hope you put back your house in order!!!

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

JOHN 3: 16

John 3:16
A little boy was selling newspapers on the corner, the people were in and out of the cold.The little boy was so cold that he wasn't trying to sell many papers.He walked up to a policeman and said,'Mister,you wouldn't happen to know where a poor boy could find a warm place to sleep tonight would you?You see, I sleep in a box up around the corner there and down the alley and it's awful cold in there for tonight.Sure would be nice to have a warm place to stay.'
The policeman looked down at the little boy and said, 'You go down the street to that big white house and you knock on the door. When they come out the door you just say John 3:16, and they will let you in.
So he did. He walked up the steps and knocked on the door, and a lady answered. He looked up and said,'John 3:16.' The lady said, 'Come on in, Son. 'She took him in and she sat him down in a splitbottom rocker in front of a great big old fireplace, and she went off. The boy sat there for a while and thought to himself:John 3:16 ...I don't understand it, but it sure makes a cold boy warm.
Later she came back and asked him, 'Are you hungry ? 'He said, 'Well, just a little. I haven't eaten in a couple of days, and I guess I could stand a little bit of food,'The lady took him in the kitchen and sat him down to a table full of wonderful food. He ate and ate until he couldn't eat any more. Then he thought to himself:John 3:16 ...Boy, I sure don't understand it but it sure makes a hungry boy full.
She took him upstairs to a bathroom to a huge bathtub filled with warm water, and he sat there and soaked for awhile. As he soaked, he thought to himself: John 3:16 ...I sure don't understand it, but it sure makes a dirty boy clean. You know, I've not had a bath, a real bath, in my whole life. The only bath I ever had was when I stood in front of that big old fire hydrant as they flushed it out.
The lady came in and got him. She took him to a room, tucked him into a big old feather bed, pulled the covers up around his neck, kissed him goodnight and turned out the lights. As he lay in the darkness and looked out thewindow at the snow coming down on that cold night,he thought to himself: John 3:16...I don't understand it but it sure makes a tired boy rested.The next morning the lady came back up and took him down again to that same big table full of food. After he ate, she took him back to that same big old splitbottom rocker in front of the fireplace and picked up a big old Bible. She sat down in front of him and looked into his young face.'Do you understand John 3:16 ?' she asked gently. He replied, 'No, Ma'am, I don't. The first time I ever heard itwas last night when the policeman told me to use it,'She opened the Bible to John 3:16 and began to explain to him about Jesus. Right there, in front of that big old fireplace, he gave his heart and life to Jesus. He sat there and thought: John 3:16 -- don't understand it, but it sure makes a lost boy feel safe.
You know, I have to confess I don't understand it either,how God was willing to send His Son to die for me, and how Jesus would agree to do such a thing. I don't understand the agony of the Father and every angel in Heaven as they watched Jesus suffer and die. I don't understand the intense love for ME that kept Jesus on the cross till the end.I don't understand it, but it sure does make life worth living.
John 3:16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his onlybegotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.If you aren't ashamed to do this, please follow the directions .
Jesus said, 'If you are ashamed of me, I will be ashamed of you before my Father.' Pass this on only if you mean it. I do Love God . He is my source of existence.. He keeps me functioning each and every day. Phil 4:13 If you love God and are not ashamed of all the marvelous things he has done for you, send this on.Take 60 seconds & give this a shot !Let's just see if Satan stops this one.All you do is:1) Simply say a small prayer for the person who sent you this,'Father, God bless this person in whatever it is that You know he or she may be needing this day !'

From an e-mail,
Betty G


A young man named John received a parrot as a gift. The parrot had a bad attitude and an even worse vocabulary. Every word out of the bird's mouth was rude, obnoxious, and laced with profanity.
John tried and tried to change the bird's attitude by consistently saying only polite words, playing soft music and anything else he could think of to "clean up' the bird's vocabulary.
Finally, John was fed up and he yelled at the parrot. The parrot yelled back. John shook the parrot and the parrot got angrier and even ruder.
John, in desperation, threw up his hands, grabbed the bird and put him in the freezer.
For a few minutes the parrot squawked and kicked and screamed.
Then suddenly there was total quiet. Not a peep was heard for over a minute.
Fearing that he'd hurt the parrot, John quickly opened the door to the freezer. The parrot calmly stepped out onto John's outstretched arms and said, "I believe I may have offended you with my rude language and action."
"I'm sincerely remorseful for my inappropriate transgressions and I fully intend to do everything I can to correct my rude and unforgivable behavior."
John was stunned at the change in the bird's attitude.
As he was about to ask the parrot what had made such a dramatic change in his behavior, the bird continued, "May I ask what the turkey did?"

Betty G

Monday, November 24, 2008


Hi Mom, Got a call from Tracy in Texas and her Dad has been diagnosed with cancer, and is not doing so well. Please ask for prayer for him. His name is Don Jackson, and he lives in California.Everything is well here, still trying to get settled in, lot of un-packing left.
Love you guys, Bryant

Thanks, Betty G

Wednesday, November 19, 2008



Tax his land, Tax his bed, Tax the table At which he's fed. Tax his tractor, Tax his mule, Teach him taxes Are the rule. Tax his work, Tax his pay, He works for peanuts Anyway! Tax his cow, Tax his goat, Tax his pants, Tax his coat. Tax his ties, Tax his shirt, Tax his work, Tax his dirt. Tax his tobacco, Tax his drink, Tax him if he Tries to think. Tax his cigars, Tax his beers, If he cries Tax his tears. Tax his car, Tax his gas, Find other ways To tax his ass. Tax all he has Then let him know That you won't be done Till he has no dough. When he screams and hollers, Then tax him some more, Tax him till He's good and sore. Then tax his coffin, Tax his grave, Tax the sod in Which he' s laid. Put these words Upon his tomb, 'Taxes drove me to my doom...' When he's gone, Do not relax, Its time to apply The inheritance tax. Accounts Receivable Tax Building Permit Tax CDL license Tax Cigarette Tax Corporate Income Tax Dog License Tax Excise Taxes Federal Income Tax Federal Unemployment Tax (FUTA) Fishing License Tax Food License Tax Fuel Permit Tax Gasoline At x (44.75 cents per gallon) Gross Receipts Tax Hunting License Tax Inheritance Tax Inventory Tax IRS Interest Charges IRS Penalties (tax on top of tax) Liquor Tax Luxury Taxes Marriage License Tax Medicare Tax Personal Property Tax Property Tax Real Estate Tax Service Charge Tax Social Security Tax Road Usage Tax Sales Tax Recreational Vehicle Tax School Tax State Income Tax State Unemployment Tax (SUTA) Telephone Federal Excise Tax Telephone Federal Universal Service Fee Tax Telephone Federal, State and Local Surcharge Taxes Telephone Minimum Usage Surcharge Tax Telephone Recurring and Non-recurring Charges Tax Telephone State and Local Tax Telephone Usage Charge Tax Utility Taxes Vehicle License Registration Tax Vehicle Sales Tax Watercraft Registration Tax Well Permit Tax Workers Compensation Tax STILL THINK THIS IS FUNNY? Not one of these taxes existed 100 years ago, and our nation was the most prosperous in the world. We had absolutely no national debt, had the largest middle class in the world, and Mom stayed home to raise the kids. What happened? Can you spell 'politicians?' And I still have to 'press 1' for English!?!?!?!? I hope this goes around THE USA at least 100 times!!!!! YOU can help it get there!!!! GO AHEAD - - - BE AN AMERICAN!!!!!!
Betty G
received from a nephew


I am writing this to answer some of my anons.

First, if you don't agree or even tolerate what I write, don't read it. I won't miss you and you won't change my mind.

Second, I know some of my links are blank. Some have given up writing. They are still listed because I don't know enough computer to take them off. I do have some I would like to list, but again, I don't know how. Links are actually listed for my conveience.

And last, I don't read your blogs if you differ too much from mine. Most blogs are free so write whatever you like, and I will do the same. I find it fun, and it certainly helps me cope with age and pain. I'm coming up on 83, and wondering how long I can write anything.

There must be millions of bloggers out there, I just happen to be a minor one. I don't intend to be mean here so hope everyone finds what they want to read and enjoys it, as I do.

Betty G

Sunday, November 16, 2008


Aren't things in a mess? Does anyone really know what to do?

Tony Evans said this morning on television, "God doesn't expect us to 'do.' God expects us to let Him fix things."
"He will fix things but it will be something we do not expect."

I for one, agree. I need to obey what He says to not do. Not to worry.
I do need to subject my thoughts and actions to God, and obey what He says.

God is in the "doing" business, He will produce His excitement.
Betty G

Tuesday, November 11, 2008


The kids gave me a lot of nice things for my late, late, birthday party, a week ago, and this is just a sample.
The Orchid plant is a Phalaenopsis orchid. I know nothing about growing any kind of an orchid so will work with this one.
The other picture is a pitcher, with little pineapples embedded in the glass. It is also unusually pretty.
I also got a pants suit , black with silver threads. I plan to wear it Christmas. Maybe I will get my picture wearing it.
I even still have cut flowers alive and blooming.
It really was a nice party and I thank all the kids for doing it for me. It's a great bunch.
Betty G

Monday, November 10, 2008


Well, I'm glad the election is over.
I do not like the polices of Obama, but I left the election decision up to God. Now I do thank
God for bringing the nation ready to go forward.

I will still continue to pray that innocent life will be spared abortions. Abortion will always be a horror in my mind as I believe God hates abortions also. And creating life for stem cells is included in this.

I accept the fact that I am fallible and do not have the knowledge to see God's plans. I do know I must pray for God's leading for this country. Where there are mistakes made, I trust God to redeem them for good.

So, I will pray for Obama and his family, for their best to come forth in governing, and for the joy of God in their hearts.
Betty G

Sunday, November 09, 2008


Yes, we are home again. We were west but not as far as Fargo, ND, this time. I did read that they had nearly 4 feet of snow.
We were in the middle of northern Nebraska, and we did have snow but not much was sticking. I took my camera with the idea of getting pictures of snow for Brandy, she went nuts when they were here over snow flurries that melted when they hit the ground. She loves snow.

We started for home Saturday morning and when we crossed over into Iowa there was the snow. Lots of it, not 4 feet of it, but it covered fields and roofs. And my camera was out of my reach. Oh, well, I had good intentions.

No snow on the ground here in Wisconsin, but we had several deer run across our path when we were close to home. Dean slowed but didn't have to stop. The deer disappeared into the brush. So, believe me, we were busy watching the sides of the highway after that, and it was dark so that kept us nervous and awake.

We are home, safe and sound, just tired. Every time Dean goes out on a job, and it is a long drive, I say no more. But he loves it, and I can't let myself let him go alone.
Betty G

Tuesday, November 04, 2008


I am missing Janie Marie and her blog. It was AOL and AOL has canceled its blog site. That is my understanding anyway. I tried to get her daughter's blog, and it turned out to be AOL too.
So, I miss her.

If anyone will let her know that I miss her, I will appreciate it.

Thank you,
Betty G

Monday, November 03, 2008


You know I write about my uncles in Memphis and think about them a lot.
Reading MrEddie this morning and his concern for helping young people with spiritual things and knowledge of how to live, reminded me of how much I learned from my uncles, and then the family in Arkansas.
MrEddie was with the young people, and I was reminded that the elderly need the attention, too.
That brought to mind when my grandmother, Mama, in Memphis was dying in the hospital, my uncles were at her bedside constantly, singing to her all the old hymns she loved so much.
That is love.
Then there was the time of the death of my grandfather, Papa, in Memphis, all seven uncles were there for Mama, and were pallbearers. Dan had to hitchhike all across the country to be there and he was there on time. Several uncles were in service then. Can't you imagine how Mama's heart was full of love for her sons?
I know how much love I feel for our children when they all come together for our family gettogethers. I love them all.
Betty G

Saturday, November 01, 2008


Nov. 2, Tyra Marie, great granddaughter, will be 8.
Nov. 7, Jeni and Eric, grandchildren, will note their 4th wedding anniversary.
Nov. 11, Terry, grandson, will be 35.
Nov. 13, Gary Jr., grandson, will be 26.
Nov. 24, Jeni, granddaughter, will be 32.
Nov. 27, Thanksgiving Day.
Nov. 30, Great Granddaughter Jaelyn will have her first birthday.

Who else did I miss this time??? I have had to make some corrections.

Blessings to you all.
Betty G


Halloween is past and it was quiet at our house. We probably had about eight kids until granddaughter Sara brought a carful. When all of them came in at once Dean just set the big orange bowl of candy in the middle of the living room floor and let them fill their bags.

I am showing my Grinch side today.
I don't know which is worse, kids going around begging candy or the stunts we pulled when I was a teen.

A few years back I was jolted with Halloween memories by an old teenage friend in a birthday card.
He reminded me of things we did as teens, one in particular was on Halloween. I lived with my grandparents in North Little Rock, Arkansas, on a minor highway going to Memphis, so a bunch of us tied banners, like the college banners, on a long rope and tied it across the highway.
Cars did stop. I remember we did get the police but I don't remember what they did or said. Also, I don't remember anyone breaking our rope.

This sounds minor after all these years, but in today's traffic, it would be a disaster.

This was in the late 1930's. There were all sorts of stunts pulled on people in the neighborhood and I was there, but thankfully they are not in my memory!!!

Betty G