Today's Thoughts...

A.Levesque #60 - Time

 The one thing you spend you can never get back.  Tonight, I'm thinking life is to short to worry, you realize this.  Turn your worry into prayer.  See how things manifest exactly the way they are intended. I didn't say the way you wanted, that is not really how this works.  There's a big plan you know nothing about and you don't need to. Just keep being you. Keep shining your light in the darkest places to find all of the lost sheep.  One person is worth all the effort.  Never let the enemy win.  Satan will destroy everything you build if you let him.   Believe that.   Keep your peace  Remember I love your faces. 💗A.Levesque 

Missing the Big Kay

Blogging has been definitely a new experience if you haven't tried it do it.  I am really enjoying myself.  There are people from my family and friends, as well as strangers that I am sure, are reading my stuff, which is awesome.  Tonight, I was chit-chatting about my blog with a friend of mine when it dawned on me that I miss my grandma, which really kind of hit me by surprise.   
Just a real quick up to speed lesson (so you don't fall behind), A few years ago her and I started a tradition, sort of, to meet on Tuesday with the girls.  She and a few of our friends would meet, every week different people but the same few faces.  We would have parties for Dildos or Tupperware (whatever someone was selling at the moment).  We would carve pumpkins on Halloween.  We did this steady for a year and a half before work schedules, and health conditions got the best of both of us.  Before you knew it, we no longer met on Tuesdays.  
For the last year, she and I would talk on the phone.  She was always interested in everything I did.  She was always speaking her mind, whether I wanted to hear it or not.  When we would end up in the same place, you could always find us in the back catching up on what we missed until my dad would be breaking us up because we are getting too loud.  The last time I saw my granny was at my cousin's funeral, a week before she passed, and you never know that will happen till it really does.    
Which brings me to the point...  I am sharing this with you because today as I am writing, sharing, and "blogging" and one of my people is not there.  That makes me sad.  I miss her on my Facebook feeds on days when I am awesome, and on the days I am sad.  I see her in my memories with her being the only person who has like 57 pictures individually because she looked through every single one of them.  My husband and I used to joke about the phones just lighting up and saying oh looks like G-ma is on Facebook. I know that she would be reading my blog posts, sharing them, and getting all crazy about it for me.  No one in the last 48 hours has really filled her shoes.  
As I get older, ha ha ha...  I realize how precious this time we have is.  How limited it is.  How little of it there is.  It is something that is so wasted.  I waste it, you waste it and then when action is needed say I don't have time for it.  I don't have time for you.  I don't have time for me.  I don't have time for anything.  You don't want to end up with a life that has no Tuesdays.   
Do me a favor, would you?  Call your granny, and tell her you to love her if you can.  If you got a day to sleep in because you don't have to work, make a breakfast date with her and get to know her.  You are kind of like the second generation of her vagina, and she actually has a lot of wisdom to share with you if you will listen.  The thing I have found with any granny is unless you ask, they never tell...  Share your life with them.  Let them help you to get over anxiety or depression.  Most of them lived through things that you couldn't even imagine.   


  1. You can post your stories here for me, I would love to see them....

  2. My day was Sunday the church was the farm with Gma and Ma and the uncles miss the coffee and the stories and the constant push to eat enough to bloat a horse. Gma would share her recipe for cherry cheese cake and Ma would cut down my food with a huge mouth full. I miss the small talk and the ability to bitch about whatever and always have support. Being first was the best! Feel a little lost and alone now... I miss them both. Thanks for your thoughts nice read. I Love you Slimmy! Dad


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