HE'S GONNA FIND OUT WHO'S NAUGHTY OR NICE

DECEMBER 5th, an important date in my childhood.

I don't know if this is still celebrated in Milwaukee anymore, but when I was growing up, it was just part of the Christmas season. St. Nicholas nite. All the dime stores advertised it, you could find children all over the area being very well behaved. I don't know the whole tradition of it, just what happened in our home.

On the evening of Dec. 5th, we would all hang our stockings up. We had no fireplace, so ours were thumbtacked to the window sill. Not Christmas stockings, mind you, just one of your stockings you wore on a daily basis. Ours were long (hated) white ribbed stockings. (side note: not sure how we kept them up, but pinning them to our underwear seems like a safe bet) anyhow, sometime after we were asleep, St Nick would sneak into our homes and fill our stockings. In the toe there was always a tangerine or an orange, followed by nuts (still in the shell) some Christmas hard candy, and a small toy, or maybe barettes for our hair. Then we knew we were on his "nice" list. I remember one year when my Dad had to have been very, very naughty, he found his sock (a regular man's white sock) hanging from the chandelier filled with COAL, the real stuff like we had in the basement.

Then back to the North Pole lickety-split to get all the toys and reindeer ready for Christmas.

Now begins the nightly radio shows (15 minutes each) starting with Billie the Brownie from Schusters (local dept. store) led by Captain Larry. Santa also had Metik the eskimo who took care of his reindeer. He kind of looked like the guy in Dawn's photo of Snow, Las Vegas style. No, not Chip, the other photo. Following that was The Gimbie and Ellie show sponsored by Gimbels dept store. Ending with Santa's big night of leaving the North Pole and visiting all the good boys and girls.

HAPPY ST. NICHOLAS DAY

NOVEMBER, A TIME OF SADNESS AND THANKSGIVING

As most of you know, November is not my favorite month. 23 years ago today I said goodbye to my best friend, my husband of 35 years, my kid's daddy and my grandbabies "haha". Bittersweet, because we had a good marriage. (altho, I do believe it gets better as years go by) you seem to forget the lows and really remember the highs. November, we celebrate Thanksgiving and get ready for Christmas, probably one of the busiest times of the year.

My dad died on Nov. 30th, just a few days after Thanksgiving. We had turkey day at our house and as usual my folks thanked us and gave me a kiss. Unusual tho, my dad also gave me a hug and said it was the best thanksgiving he had ever had. Those were the last words I would ever hear from him, as the next Tuesday morning when my mom went to get him, he had slipped off to meet Jesus sometime during the night. They even had reservations to go to Las Vegas later that week.

My sister died on the way to a hospital on Oct. 30th, (close enough to November for me) Numerous other family members also left us in November.

Yesterday, two of my grandchildren lost the only Grandpa they ever knew. Jack Dukes, Robert Sahinbas' stepdad. My thoughts and prayers are with you Wayne and Alyssa. Our very good friend, Sherri (my adopted daughter) flew to Boston last night along with her granddaughters and Nichoel to be at the bedside of her daught Penny who is losing her battle with cancer. When Penny goes to meet her Savior, she will leave behind two daughters who are in their late teens and who really need their Mom, but God has other plans for them.

Several years ago I mentioned to my friend Sandy about hating November (she too does not like it much). Any how on Nov. 1st she called me and said meet me at the curb, I'm on my way to a meeting, so I walked outside and there she was with a basket of flowers "to make my November better" They survived about two weeks and then they too were gone. How thoughtful is that .
I had forgotten I had even mentioned this to her.

Yes, Nov is a tough month in the Webb household, but it also has it's bright spots. Erick and Shannon are in New York (so I can relive memories of my trip to the big apple thru their visit)
Alyson and Mike and the boys will be here for the holiday and we will celibrate Bennett's 2nd birthday while they are here and Beth is planning to come for his birthday.

To all my family and friends who have gone before me to be with their heavenly father know that I know GOD IS IN HIS HEAVEN AND ALL'S WELL WITH THE WORLD. I miss you all and am grateful to have had you in my life.

A NOTE TO WAYNE AND ALYSSA

DISCLAIMER: This is not my usual blog. It is meant for two of my grandchildren who are very young and have a lot to learn about life.

Alyssa, Words cannot express how disappointed I am about the way you choose to image yourself on facebook. I am not sure if the disgusting status was aimed in my direction, or not, but it really doesn't matter. It was out there for the whole world to see--and knowing t he world I know--the world will judge. No, they wont be judging me or whoever that post was referring to, but they will be judging YOU. As I told you before, you are a beautiful young lady until you open your mouth, or set your fingers to the keyboard. That certainly changes the image. It is obvious that you have little or no respect of others, but I would hope and pray that you have some respect for yourself, and once you do tha t you might find others respecting you more. I love you very much. I know I have not played a big role in your life once your parents separated. I regret that. I never had any living grandparents in my life, but once t hey split, I thought it best not to interfere. I am sorry for that. But, you and they , have never ceased to be in my prayers and I want only what is best for you. Please think about these things. We all love you but are unhappy with your life choices.

Wayne, I have been talking with your mom and reading bits and pieces in facebook about the upcoming events in your life. I strongly commend you for wanting to stand up to your responsibilities. The only thing I ask is that you make sure they are YOUR responsibilities. While I know that it is possible to conceive a child after only one night in bed, that and the length of time between hearing from your girlfriend, tend to make me suspicious. For your sake and for the sake of the child, please make sure. That little one deserves to know who his daddy is if only for medical
history.

Know that I love you both very much and will be there for you. Are you the first grandchildren to turn my hair gray.
No, but perhaps the most public.

AN EMPTY PLACE AT THE TABLE

MEMORIAL DAY brings back lots of memories--back to OUR days in the service of our country. Yes, I said OUR, and that was brought back so vividly yesterday.

Sunday, the day before Memorial day--Got up in the morning (a beautiful Nevada day, no wind) got ready, made sure my Memorial Day poppy was securely fastened to the zipper on my purse and went to church. We celebrated Trinity Sunday with a rousing version of Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God Almighty and ended the service with America the Beautiful.

Later that afternoon I was invited to a bar b q at Amanda's. Reality is about to strike. We had a great dinner with the American menu of Hot Dogs, hamburgers, chips and dips, potato salad, baked beans, corn on the cob
and 4 desserts as only Amanda can make them. there were about twelve of us there, all good friends, but something (or should I say someone) was missing.

James should have been there. He is Amanda's husband, and Brianna's daddy. James was deployed in January and has spent these past months on Okinawa. He should be coming home sometime in July and then he will probably be deployed to Afghanistan or some other choice spot. You see, James is a United States Marine. Yep, one of those guys who has devoted his life to seeing tha t we keep our freedom.

We were somewhere between dinner and dessert when we heard a funny noise. Brianna, age 2, heard it too and ran running to the lap top yelling DADDY, DADDY DADDY. It brought tears to my eyes, she was talking to her daddy via skype, showing him her latest dance, telling him she loved him, and saying Daddy come home. You see our servicemen aren't the only ones who serve our country, their families and their friends who wait at home also serve. I know how I felt when my husband of 2 months spent the next 18 months in Okinawa. We didn't have Skype then and a phone call on our first anniversary cost $12 a minute so let me say

THANK YOU TO JAMES AND ALL THE JAMES'S EVERYWHERE AND TO THEIR FAMILIES WHO STAY AT HOME AND WAIT AND WORRY. THANK YOU TO ALL OUR FALLEN HEROES. YOU ARE ALL HEROES TO ME AND BECAUSE OF YOU I CAN SAY MY PRAYERS AND SLEEP PEACEFULLY TONIGHT

GOD BLESS YOU EVERYONE

SOME RANDOM THOUGHTS

Hmmm, not exactly sure I want to write this blog today. I am so afraid I disappointed so many people this weekend,maybe disappointed isn't the word, maybe p o'd decribes it better, but I will tell my story and when I am done, I will decided whether to post it or not.

This weekend was "Women of Faith" weekend here in Las Vegas, also Saturday night was t he night of our annual fund raiser for the mine. Having never attended WOF I was eager to go. I knew it would be a very busy week-end, preceded by a rather busy week(for me, anyhow) of Dr''s appts as well as a bone density t est and mamogram. Just
routine tests done annually, but none the less time consuming.

The Friday session of WOF started at 10 am and ending at 9:30 pm, followed by Sat session at 9 am ending at 5:30 pm, with the gala starting at 6 pm. Sound busy yet? While my mind said " you can do it" my almost 80 yr old body was laughing so hard. Kind of sounded like God laughing when I tell Him my plans for my life.

We arrived at the Thomas and Mack stadium with time to spare. Those of you who have visited the T & M know that you take the escalator or stairs to the concourse at the top and find your aisle and enter there and find your seats.

Praise the Lord, our aisle #118 was just across the concourse from the front doors. I just knew we would have to walk completely around the arena, but no we were right there. The aisle starts at row Z and goes straight down, and I do mean straight down. Those of you who know me well, know that I don't do that straight down thing well Oh, did I mention our seats were in the A row? Yup, you guessed it AwwwwwwwwwwwwwL the way down. Grasping tight to the railing, I was prepared. The railing lasted for about 3 steps and then a break before the next railing started. Oh trust me I was not the only one not liking this. I finally got down to A and decided neither hell nor high water was going to induce me to make that trip again.

The morning was inspirational. The worship team was great, speakers Sheila Walsh and Marcus Buckingham were motivational, had a great sense of humor and inspiring. Lunch, which several members of our group went and picked up was OK. We had a great dinner planned, so lunch was just something to tide us over.

Now it was time for the afternoon session. Of course, right POTTY TIME. Can I hold out for 3 more hours, be reasonable, I AM almost 80, sometimes it's hard to hold out from the bedroom to the bathroom, 10 steps. Of course my friends from church told me about the tunnel out of the arena to the elevator, which would take me back up to the concourse for the bathrooms. I dont understand why row A is NOT at the floor level, but there are at least 10 more rows below A. No, sorry I don't know what they are called. I walked down the rest of the stairs In my aisle they had a railing, in other aisles they did not and I understand on Saturday someone (not from our group) actully did fall down some of those last stairs and was ambulanced out of there. Fortunately I had a rail and used it wisely. A very looooooooooong walk thru the tunnel and winding around the hallowed halls I did find the elevator, manned by a character who was a cross between Rip Torn and Captain Kangaroo. He told me he was a 70 year old going on 39 and i countered with I was a 79 year old going on 40 and as I left the elevator he said "I love an older woman with a sense of humor"

Ok back for the end of the session. Now it was time to climb up those stairs so when you get to the top you can go down to street level again. Make sense? Yeah, sure!

Our group had decided to go to the Hofbrau House for dinner Did I mention there were about 60 of us. The HH had reserved tables for us and we had our own menu. Delicious. But during the course of the meal I knew I could not to the steps at the Thomas and Mack again that day, and decided to save my energy for Saturday.. We had lots of time between sessions, so Wendy drove me back to my car (parked at church) and I went home which was a good thing because I hate driving at night.

getting up t he next morning was a real project, every bone, every muscle told me I am not a kid anymore. I called my friend and said I was not going. I absolutely could not do that again. Besides, I had the gala that night.
Well, to make a long story short (a short pause for a long laugh) About half an hour before my friends were coming to pick me up the that event, I called them and begged off.

So my friends, if you are disappointed or even mad at me, please at least applaud the fact that i know my own limitations. I love you all an d I am thrilled when people tell me I don't look my age, but please understand that sometimes even tho the spirit is willing, the flesh is weak. I think someone much wiser that me said that once.

Love you and God bless!

COME CELEBRATE WITH ME.........................

It was a rough close to 2009, and so far no better in 2010. I lost many good close friends this past year and
heard many heartbreaking stories of people suffering. I was not sorry to see last year go. I looked forward to
the fresh start of a New Year. I was looking forward to helping Carter celebrate his 3rd birthday at Disneyland and to see our Katie tu rn two. Our friend Nichoel and her boyfriend planning a wedding at the Wayfarer's Chapel, located on the Pacific Ocean, with McKenna and Gavin serving as flower girl and ring bearer.

All these events are happy events and went off as planned. Had a great time in Anaheim with a couple of tours to Corona to see Luke, Maggie and Gavin, as well as the parents, but the Biegers had to cancel due to some sort of bug that had infiltrated their household. We were sorry not to see them, but were happy they were not willing to share their germs. Carter and Bennett and parents and grandparents enjoyed two days at Disneyland, while Greatgrandma, that's me, vegged out at the hotel, sat by the pool, and even ordered up room service one night. I loved it. After a week of rain it was wedding time and thank you God, the w







eather was clear and bright, too bright, the sun created such a reflection on the ocean, pictures with that beautiful setting were impossible. Didn't darken the spirits of the bride and groom tho. The wedding was beautiful, the
reception was fun and the food was good. McKenna and Gavin danced the night away. Another good weekend.

BUT............And there always seems to be a but, in these few short weeks since Jan. 1st, I have lost several good friends, attended memorial services (or missed them because I was in Calif.) learned of two more people diagnosed with the big C and just this past weekend got downed by some bug of my own (feeling better tho)
oh yes, my TV developed a mind of its own turn it on and it will kick in anywhere in the next 24 hr period and then shut off whenever it feels like it. Dawn and Chip graciously donated their bedroom tv to me ( I think they want to get a flat screened one) and came out and hooked it up. Sure enough, I felt so lousy I stayed in my room and watched the little one most of the weekend. This morning my first e mail was to notify me of another friend's passing and the second one was warning me if I didn't read the whole thing and forward it to all my friends bad things would happen to me. I deleted it!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now, you are probably wondering why I am celebrating?

I was sitting here feeling pretty sorry for myself, when I looked at my calendar, and thought hmmm, I should change it, it is February, yo u know. February 1st and my mind drifted back to another
February 1st, 1982. 28 years ago when I had a radical mastectomy and God has seen fit to keep me cancer free all these years and I realize God does have a plan and who am I to question HIM.
I love him and he loves me. Lord, thank you for my life and thank you for my friends and family.. I know you have aplan for all of us and I ask that you receive my friends into your loving care and comfort those who have lost friends and family and hold my friends who are battling illnesses in your healing hands. AMEN