Going to Mama Jaume’s

Going to Mama Jaume’s

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Mama Jaume’



Live and Learn is an old expression that I have not only heard, but used time and again.  I have spent a lifetime doing this.  I hope to share some of that with you here on this blog.

Today I am learning more about patience.  When I was a young adult, I prayed for patience.  Over and over again, our Father has given me opportunities to practice the gift He gave me when he answered that prayer.  

My house is being remodeled and has been for over a month now.  We have been living in the house while all of this is happening and I am getting pretty tired of sleeping on the floor on an air mattress, but I keep telling myself that it will be nice when it is done.  Hopefully I survive it and can walk when it is.  🙂

Tuesday, my husband was off work and we needed to go to South Houston to get the title to my disabled truck.  We were going to try to drive it there but it just did not want to make the trip so on the way back home to get my husbands truck, I said; “Let’s call your mother and see if she wants to go along for the ride”.  My husband was in a grumpy mood and he made every excuse in the world not to call her, but I insisted so he called and passed the phone to me.  I asked if she wanted to go and she about jumped through the phone and into the truck. 🙂  When we got back to her house after the excursion and listening to my husband grumble the entire 2 hours, she said to me, “You have a lot of patience, don’t you?”  I just smiled and said yes, thank God.  Then I explained that this is one of the very first things I can remember praying for as an adult.  Mostly I prayed this prayer so I would not strangle kids or husbands, lol.  

Earlier in the excursion, she and my husband had been discussing how to deal with the people we were going to be dealing with. The title had been promised to us for months.  I had paid off the truck in August of last year, in November, we called and they said that it was at their bank and they would call us when they received it.  We never got the call.  Monday, my husband called them and chewed them out and told them we would be there on Tuesday to pick it up.  When we got there I opened my door and told my husband that he did not need to go in, I could handle it just fine.  His mother said; “He needs to go with you, you are too nice.”  Is is possible to be “too nice”?  My husband insisted on going in with me, proceeded to chew out the poor girl behind the window, and she was so nervous she was dropping everything.  I finally stepped in front of him and was talking “too nice” to her and she calmed down, found the title, and made a copy of it and my driver’s licence, had me sign the copy, and put it in an envelope and out the door we went.  When we were about out of the parking lot, my husband’s cell phone rang, he answered, and it was the young lady behind the window.  She said she forgot to release the lean and we needed to go back.  My husband threw it in park commenced to become irate, and I calmly got out and told him to stay in the car, I did not need him for this.  He started grumbling and I could hear him as I crossed the parking lot.  I went in, gave her the title, she signed it, had it notarized, and I was back out to the car in less than two minutes.  A police officer opened the door for me as I was leaving the establishment…I thought they probably called him when my husband was being a You-Know-What…

When I got back out to the car, my husband was still grumbling…An hour later when we got to Mom’s house, he was still grumbling about something, although the subject had changed…Now that I think about it, perhaps he is tired of sleeping on the floor, eating junk food, living out of a suitcase, and all that comes with this remodeling project.  Perhaps his patience has worn thin faster than mine did.  Or perhaps he just never prayed for patience…

Patience is a virtue, so I am told…I must be very virtuous then…But some days!

Welcome to my blog

I am new to blogging, at least my own…I have blogged for other people for a while now, but you know how it goes…Whatever you do for a living, is the last thing that gets done for yourself. If you are a mechanic, your car is in need of an oil change. If you are a carpenter, your porch railing probably needs fixing. If you are a hairdresser, your hair is in need of serious attention…and the list goes on, and on, and on.

Today, I decided that it was time to start a blog for me and about me and to share it with anyone who might be interested, not that my life is all that interesting or special, but I have lived a lot of life in a lot of different ways. Someone might learn from my experiences, mistakes, and successes and find something of use to them or someone they know.

My intention with this blog is to share not only my knowledge and experiences, but those of others who would care to comment or share things with our community. It is my hope that our community grows and that we will be a blessing to others.

My favorite quote is one that I have used my entire life. I do not know if someone else said it or if I made it up, it has been such a part of me for so long. It has been the signature line of my emails since I have been using email (1995). It goes like this: “YESTERDAY is gone forever, we can never get it back. We do not have a promise of a TOMORROW, so let’s go out and make it the best TODAY we possibly can. Be a Blessing to someone TODAY!” Hopefully this will tell you the type of person I try to be, and optimist, and a blessing to others.  I try to live for today, but I also keep in mind that I need to be prepared for whatever tomorrow might bring, if I am so blessed.

I am a spiritual person, Christian by faith, however, I believe that we are all given free agency or choice.  I also believe that it is not our place to judge other people.  As such, I respect everyone and do not judge them for their choices.  Many people judge other people and their choices and say they are doing it in the name of Christianity.  I believe this is a sin because in the Bible, that I believe is the word of God, it says that we are not to judge, unless we expect to be judged.  Christ told those who condemned the women caught in adultery to cast the first stone if they were guilty of no sin.  No one complied, they all turned and left.  Believe me, I have sinned plenty, and try very hard not to judge others for anything.  I have had a very hard live and many things have caused me pain, and I know that much of the pain I have endured has been a direct result of my choices and disobedience to the word.  Thankfully, we have a merciful God who provided a way for us to be redeemed through the sacrafice of His son, Jesus Christ, if we believe, and take upon us the name of His followers, Christian.  As a Christian, I would love to see all of my friends and family enter into Heaven when they die.  If I die before they do, I would hope to be in the welcoming committee when they arrive at the gates of Heaven…However, I respect everyone’s right to choose.  I have friends in just about all philosophies and beliefs.  They respect my beliefs and I respect theirs.

Because I live in a large diverse area, I am exposed to many types of people, but culturally and ethnically.  When it comes to the color of a person’s skin, I am color blind.  I love all people and am proud to call them sister and brother….I am excited to be able to learn about all different cultures.  On the block I live on it is very diverse, just as is our city.  On our side of the street there is an older white couple, a middle aged white couple, an Islamic family, then us (I am European American, mostly British and my husband is Hispanic American, Puerto Rican and Cuban), then the elderly lady next door is Vietnamese, then an African-American couple.  Across the street is a single white lady, then a large Mexican American family, then an elderly Hispanic American family (not sure which country), then next to them is an elderly white widow woman with her big old yellow lab.  We are a front porch community.  We all know each other, visit with each other on a regular basis, work in our yards and lend a helping hand to each other.  We will probably close the street and have two or three block parties this summer.  I can honestly say we like each other.  Mike and I moved here last spring and I love it.  My house is small and crowded, but that is ok.  I live outside more than inside anyway.

Well, that is all I am going to write for now.  It is time for the hubs to get home and I have not even started dinner yet.


Andi J.