Dear Mr. Blog

Dear Mr. Blog,
Here it is the post you've been waiting for.

I went to South Carolina last week and had a wonderful time  with my darling Grandchildren there. Also I saw my son who is a cute funny guy and bound to put 

laughter into anyone's day.Because he locked his house key in the house we were trying to find away to break in  without making too much damage. :) During that time of walking around the house I of all people stepped on the home of  the horrible tiny Fire Ants. They look like the little piss aunts or sugar aunts that we have out west but they are red. Any way as they climbed around on my feet and legs I said "Shoot, I'm really allergic to these things. Dang it!" That didn't stop them so I immediately ran to the cement and stamped my feet and pushed them off of me the best I could.  They weren't big like the Fire Ants I had encountered in Florida when we lived in Gainesville on our mission so I hoped they would not make me sick.  But alas, :( "See the blog post." 

I washed the bites and put some Bach Rescue Cream on them, which works wonderfully for mosquito or midgie bites and other itchy rashes. Whalaa I was immediately saved, I thought, but not now a week later they have risen with vengeance and become a terrible problem so much so as to affect my sleep and sanity. I went to one of my best friends Google to ask for an answer. I found I should have used ammonia on them as soon as possible. There are little portable ammonia pens that you can buy called Tender After Bites with ammonia in them to carry with you when in the south or other scary places. :) Then another site said Meat Tenderizer made into a paste would help. It has Papain from pineapple in it. So I soaked my feet and legs in Epsom Salts and then I put a paste of the meat tenderizer on the red bumps. I felt so much better Mr. Blog that I decided to tell you all about it.  I also took Bromelain tablets. It also is from the pineapple and I took Benadryl tablets to help from the inside out. I feel so much better and had to share. 

I have had a recurrence of the stinging pain at night and have resorted to spraying with Windex to relieve it. So let's add Windex to our little list. Now to soldier on by adding essential oils like Lavender, lemongrass, melaleuca, rosemary and myrtle mixed with a vegetable oil. I like grape seed or almond. 

It reminded me of the time that I got wasp stings that really hurt, so again I visited my friend Google and found out that the best solution is to put the sticky side of a banana peel on them. I cut up a banana peel put the little square sticky side down on my stings, secured them with a band aide and phew it worked. The pain and swelling was gone. What a miracle. 

Which brings me to the miracle of the everyday remedies that God has given us to use. 

I am so grateful for the help we have today to help us with these little fixes. 

How to get your older yahoo mail back for 2013

Tim and Jenna 

Hi all,
This is the answer I got from 
Yahoo Answers on; 

If you want to go to a "basic" version (not Classic which is gone) 
then select mail options under the gear icon 
in the upper right. 

On the "general" options page scroll to the bottom. T
here you have a choice of "full featured" or "basic". 
Click on SAVE when done. 
If you decide on the Basic format 
some features will be missing..
.open this link for details.... 
http://help.yahoo.com/kb/index?page=cont…

And from me, I went into the little gear on the upper right 
by my name and chose 
"Basic". 
Then I went into the little gear called 
"Actions" 
next to Spam. 
Then I chose 
"Preview Pane on the Right". 

And now it is as close as I can get it 
since to did away with 
my favorite 
Yahoo Mail. :(

Hope this helps. 

The Story of Kyle

Josh and Amy in about 2000.
This is one of my favorite pictures of all time.

I've seen this email before but with Easter upon us 

it's a good time to see it again and to ponder 

the consequences of our choices. . 

God puts us all together in this life to impact one another in 

someway. 

As Jesus said, "Love one another as I have loved you". 

The Story of Kyle

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, “Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.”

I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up, and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.

My heart went out to him. So I jogged over to him, and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, “Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.” He looked at me and said, “Hey thanks!” There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.

I helped him pick up his books and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before, but we talked all the way home, and I carried his books.

He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes.

We hung out all weekend, and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, “Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!” He just laughed and handed me half the books.

Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.

Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn’t me having to get up there and speak.

On graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him! Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech, so I smacked him on the back and said, “Hey, big guy, you’ll be great!” He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. “Thanks,” he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. “Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach — but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.” I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his mom wouldn’t have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. “Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.”

I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture, you can change a person’s life.

Love,
Grammy T.