M.K.R.O.

Well after 1 1/2 years of waiting, my restaurant is opening TODAY!!!
I am so petrified that I won't even go to the restaurant until after it has been open for hours. God truly opened my eyes and heart to His Will. I thank Him for all the adversities, problems and anger. Only then do I realize how much I need Him. Anyway, in case you are wondering what kind of food we sell I'll give you a short list.
Hot dogs, hamburgers, char chicken sands, vegie burger, Polish sausage, Italian Sausage, Italian beef. Every kind of Hot dog topping, but we are know for M. K.R. O., mustard, ketchup, relish and onion. We have toppings like chili, slaw, kraut. We serve french frys and onion rings. In fact, I'm changin my license plate to MKRO! Till next time.


Blessings,

A Diamond In The Rough

A Diamond In The Rough

Do you ever wonder where you failed as a mother when it comes to the wayward life of your child? Well, I've pondered this perplexing question for some 35 years. I have two wonderful grown daughters. I wasn't there for them when they were growing up. I guess I was too involved with myself to be a mother to them. Well I'm paying the price today. Oh I have an existing relationship with them and I have asked them both to forgive me for my absent mindness of being a mother to them. You see, I was married at the young age of 16. I had my first child at 17 and my second child at 19 and I was divorced by age 21. I was free, free at last to be me and do whatever I wanted. By the time I grew up at age 31 and met the true love of my life, my husband of 26 years, I felt like it might be too late for me to make ammends to my girls. Some of you know what I'm talking about and please if you have empathy for me, jump right in! I wasn't there for them when they were growing and learning. I wasn't there for them when they were involved in school, the music lessons, the recital's, the parades. I wasn't there for them when they grew into young ladies and got their menstrual cycle. I wasn't there for them to teach them about boys and their first love. So many years I wasn't there for them. When they grew into women and married and had children of their own, then and only then did I start to understand what I had missed in all the years before. I never took the time to talk with them, laugh with them and cry with them. They were blessed, I believe with a step mother who though she was stern and perhaps had some unorthodox ways of disciplining them taught them everything I didn't know. In a way, I was jealous and in a way I was grateful. Nevertheless, these women grew up knowing so much more than I could have taught them. Anyway, I'm getting off the subject. It took some 18 years or more for me and my eldest daughter to even speak kind to each other. But we both worked at the relationship and I believe today, 41 years later that I have a wonderful daughter/friendship with her. Oh we have our up's and down's, but our up's are more frequent than our downs. We don't let too much time go before we make up. We try to stay in touch, perhaps not as often as we wish, but at least we communicate. I don't doubt that she has a deep love for me and that she has forgiven me for my absence in the past. But I have a younger daughter who even at 39 is still having trouble adjusting to life. We struggle, we don't speak for long period's of time and when we do speak it is strained. I know in my heart she loves me. But I believe she is suffering deep down in her heart from the past and bring it upon herself to forgive me. She feels very alienated and unloved. Yet she buck's the system of what we might call a normal lifestyle. My life with her is like the bibical story of the Prodical Son. I try very hard to let her know she is loved. I pray that someday she will understand how it feels to love and be loved. But for now, she is a "Diamond In The Rough".

Blessings

Too Much For This Ole Lady

I spend hours on end on the computer because this is what I am comfortable doing. I spend a lot of time "surfing the net". I learn as I go. In order for me to stay up with the Jones or in this case, my grandchildren, I must pretend like I am into the current craze. OK, I don't pretend to be talented and God know's I have tried many things. So all I ask is that you be patient with me until I get with the program, ok? My eldest granddaughter Joleen started this "blog" stuff sometime ago. She is very gifted and her talents are endless. So she gets into the blogging craze and we all fell in love with her "secret life". Then she convinced her younger sister, my next eldest granddaughter, Aimee that she should "blog". You have to understand, Aimee is a second year college student studying to be a pediatric nurse. God know's she barely has time to have a marriage, take care of a cute 4 legged "kid", cook dinner and spend time with her new husband, Vince and get a few hours of sleep and study. Yet she walks around with a camera in her hand and takes pictures of everything. I picture Aimee with a stethiscope in one hand and a camera in the other. Now I find out that Joleen made a blog cover for my eldest daughter, Lisa, who is mom to the above girls. Now, Lisa is blogging and I can't let them get away with that so me, mom, and grandma has to jump on the bandwagon. I am thrilled to share this new phenomena as three generations go "blogging". Signing off now until I can figure out what I'm doing.

Blessings,