MoparMom

This was a memorable evening!!! Jenifer, IB and Jag combined efforts and produced a superior dinner party right on down to the chocolate ice cream by Jag. Their table rotated more variety than a Chinese Buffet. The food was amazing and we all gobbled through it. We kept a steady stream of conversation going. No cell phones....just human voices talking!!!! The camp ground was full but we were all so busy eating and talking that we did not pay a bit of attention.We left these wonderful people at midnight. We were here in Prama,Id. for the celestial event. Big celestial applause for GOD! Both events are memory-makers. Thank you God for letting me attend both squeezed into 24 hours.What an experience. If you get a opportunity to camp with these wonderful people....jump at the chance! You will be enriched by having to get to know them. Love MM

Gentlemen: Michael & I have been laughing our heads off with Chad Prather. Take a peek at some of his short subjects. This man is a Texan with a great sense of humor. Enjoy! MM

Thought you might like this. It's just sweet!! MM When I was a young boy, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it. Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's number and the correct time. My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. Hey, the telephone! I ran for the footstool and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver and held it to my ear. "Information, please," I said into the mouthpiece just above my head. A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear. "Information." "I hurt my finger..." I wailed into the phone, the tears came now that I had an audience. "Isn't your mother home?" came the question. "Nobody's home but me," I blubbered. "Are you bleeding?" the voice asked. "No, "I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts." "Can you open the icebox?" she asked. I said I could. "Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice. After that, I called "Information Please" for everything. I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts. Then, there was the time Petey, our canary, died. I called, "Information Please," and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child But I was not consoled. I asked her, "Why is it that birds sing so beautifully and bring joy to us, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?" She sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, "Wayne, always remember that there are other worlds to sing in." Somehow I felt better. Another day I was on the telephone, "Information Please." "Information," said in the now familiar voice. "How do I spell fix?" I asked. All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much. "Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never left me. Often, in moments of doubt I would recall the sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy. A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle. I had about an hour between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister. Then without thinking, I dialed my hometown operator and said, "Information Please." Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well. "Information." I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, "Could you please tell me how to spell fix?" There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your finger must have healed by now." I laughed, "So it's really you," I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?" "I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your calls meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls." I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister. "Please do," she said. "Just ask for Sally." Three months later I was back in Seattle A different voice answered, "Information." I asked for Sally. "Are you a friend?" she asked. "Yes, an old friend," I answered. "I'm sorry, but Sally died five weeks ago." Before I could hang up, she said, "Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne?" "Yes." I answered. “Well, Sally left a message for you in case you called. Let me read it to you.” The note said, "Tell him there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean." I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant. Never underestimate the impression you can make on others. Whose life have you touched today? Lifting you on eagle's wings. May you find the joy and peace you long for. Life is a journey, not a guided tour. Life is short; drink the good wine first.

Now I ask you, why isn't that darn media showing the public the latest flooding out of the OD area. This is not a picnic!!!! These people have got to be furious. MM https://doomerdoug.wordpress.com/2017/02/19/oroville-main-spillway-failing-2-19-2017/

Thank you,,,,I'm moving right along. God helped the snail reach the ark so we are moving right along at the pace HE has determined for me, I also give new meaning to our Mopar t-shirts, Achieve your destination!!!!Life has so very many surprises.,,,setbacks too,,,but these are our challenges. I'M GOING FOR IT!

Hello from MoparMom sure miss you all.

I've spent so much time on the road, eating out, running after parts & transmissions that I identify with Mrs. Chicken! Told Michael to fire up the grill,, do two steaks and a salad.....then I'll go back to bed. Yep! Mothers Day!

Here's my Mother's Day message to all of you!

He is Perfect and Beautiful!!!!God bless you all. MoparMom

when life gives you some pretty tough things to handle.

Yes he is!!!

We're drinking coffee & orange juice while the rain slashes the windows. The river is rising at this time and we are in an avalanche alert. Snowmobilers are still driving back & forth up the canyon in spite of it all. If I jumped in a truck & drove 15 miles into town I'd run into a combat zone of hard-core steelhead fishermen who are fighting for a piece of river front to stand on. They and the Indians have their own war going on. Yep!!! We in a recreational area and most have forgotten how play safe. Michael just said, "I hope to God I"m not called out."

Thank you so much for sharing your experiences. The truth can be hard to take, but it is so important to know. Again, thank you for helping. God bless!

You've seen tens of thousands of movies that tell you to "move along...there's nothing to see here by a police officier. There is plenty to see. It's blood, guts, pain, etc., and you won't forget it if you're involved. We have been programmed to not assist our fellow man. I'm waiting for the rain to stop and I'll do a film with Michael on the highway to point out to you the importance of having a lst aid kit, water, and a blanket. My deputies are not on US95....their stuck in their office. Our response time to assist any one just got a helluva lot longer. Your alone out there. That medical kit, water & a blanket will be you life-line. So for God's sake drop that pepsi, phone and help your neighbor on the road. You men have always been highly tuned in to another driver & how you perceive a possible danger to yourself or others. You move out of the way. Pull over at the sign of an accident and assist us. Our resources are gone...we got to help one another. A little blood is not going to kill you, but the wake up call will do wonders for you. Laying on a highway is not fun and it is very scary, but a fellow American helping you out & holding you during that truma will stay with you for ever. So, please put that medical kit in the truck, the water & the blanket and pray.

I love the replies to the video. Seeing the families all together preparing the food makes me want to cry & thank God at the same time. What beautiful people we have here! And raising their own food source and all the hard work that goes with it is commendable . Love you.....