Thursday, March 10, 2011

Art and 'nem

Martin's son, Art, has been here while he's on leave from duty in Afghanistan. He tells us he's never in danger. We ain't buying it, but it makes him feel good to say it, I guess. He's been having "Keenefests" all week. That's where all them Keenes get together and there are just as many opinions as there are people. I was looking at Art, he's so young, handsome, smart, polite, witty, all the things you'd love in a son. Then my mind lets me think of all the young, handsome, smart, polite and witty young men and women who have served our country and gave their lives. They were a valuable asset to society, and somehow, they just didn't get to finish their wonderful journey. It ain't fair, I tell you! Why can some slug have nine lives and our nation's finest are gunned down, step on an IED, give their life??? Then some place called a CHURCH decides that THEY know what God's thinking. I heard the daughter of Westwood Baptist Cult, uh, Church say that the ruling from the Supreme Court that allows them to continue to picket and terrorize soldier's funerals happened because it would not have happened if God had not wanted it to. But when asked about some Supreme court ruling about gays, well, that wasn't what God wanted. HUH????? You gotta love crazy people, they're every where. I see stuff all the time and tell Martin that God's getting ready to take us all home. Luckily, that woman doesn't know what God's thinking. He'll always be in control, that's Jesus' dad, not all Gods are created equal. Jesus' dad has a grip on us and He promised he'll never leave us or forsake us. I believe him. Well, that's about it. I'll make my next post a little lighter, but I had to let ya'll climb up on inside my head for a while. Come back, ya hear?

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

I Ain't As Good As I Once Was...

but I'm as good once, as I ever was. I wish I could go back and talk to little 6 year old Debbie Adams. And then I'd love to talk to her every year of her life. I had a great childhood, which proves the theory that life is just kinda hard, no matter how you grow up. I can remember a friend of mind saying that she was in her twenties before she realized that not everybody liked her. What was not to like? She was kind, considerate, compassionate,pretty, and then WHAM! Her husband at the time acted like he just hated her. Boy, can I relate. You go from Cinderella to the wicked step sister in nano seconds. Happened to me for my 30th birthday. What a tumultuous affair that was. My ego could have schlepped under a snake's belly. It had to be my fault, right? I coulda lost weight, I coulda cleaned the house more, I coulda coulda coulda?? NO! It took me a while and lots of reading to realize it had nothing to do with me and EVERYTHING to do with HIM! I bounced around like a bebe in a boxcar, trying to make sense of it all and trying not to experience that again. I know what! I'll just not date, not interact with a guy, nada, nothing, finite! That kept those awful things from happening to me for a good long while. I got to grow up, be my true self, get my kids reared. For the first time in my life, I knew who I was, confident to express what I liked and didn't like. No need for validation from the outside. Is that what maturity is, self validation? I think so. You can't give what you don't have. Then ol Marty came along. He liked who I was for who I was. No changing needed to please him. Sure, we had to do some tweaking along the way, but I always have known that he loves me for ME. Don't gotta be a size 2, partying, drinking, dancing on the pole kinda girl. He likes "Creative Debbie", he's still amazed that I reared two pretty fabulous kids who are fantastic adults with no dad in the picture and NO child support. He doesn't care if I don't cook, clean, or whoop it up in the bedroom. He loves 6 Year old Debbie and all the years combined inside me. I Yam what I Yam, as Popeye says, and I'm loved.