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Monday, August 10, 2015

STILL NO WORK

It's been very difficult to find work in Payson. I'm thinking it's because of my age. I may be past retirement but I can and want to work. I'm experienced in office work, management and have done tutoring, substituting in the schools, worked in a law office for three years and a collector for various businesses for 8 years.

I had two interviews recently, one at Payson High School and the other at Head Start. The interviews went well, I thought but maybe they are looking for someone younger. I can't help but think there just isn't a job here for me. 

I'll go to the DES office if it would help but they don't have any jobs for me either. I could talk to someone even if it would help me not give up. 

I wrote a letter to the Payson Roundup editor about how hard it was finding a job and two days later I was called for interviews. Was it the letter to the editor? I wonder.

Over this past year, I've applied online to various job sites and websites. What do I have to do to get a job? I tried the schools, turned down, applied at the hospital, turned down, applied at the County, turned down and all I can do is just keep applying hoping something will come up. 

KNOLL LAKE AND RIDING THE RIM 300

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We went fishing and camping a few days at Knoll Lake north of Payson, Arizona. We only caught two small trout but the scenery was great. We came back home by way of the Colonel Crook or Rim Road 300. It's high atop the Mogollon Rim. We saw some beautiful views.

Saturday, March 07, 2015

Letter to the Editor-1988

September 22, 1988  Letter to the Editor

It has been my undoing or my chagrin to have worked for a law firm that doesn't know when they have someone good to work with them. Truth, justice and the American Way is no longer exemplified by the legal body. The firm, I won't mention, due to the fact that not everyone in the barrel is rotten, has denied my most unalienable right, to grow, to flex my muscle so to speak, to be trained and to move upward, not downward.  But as it goes those in high office do tend to compromise.
 
The case in point is the neglect and feeding of secretaries, staff and help, not just in this particular law firm but other businesses as well. People seem to forget that there is a world out there. A world depending on our expertise and wisdom, knowledge in various areas to help the destitute, the floundering, the poor managers, the oppressed, the defrauded, and the denied of society.
 
Is it right for fledgling in house secretaries and staff to be put on a leash, sometimes too tight, and made to sit undaunted, unthinking, unemotional, as if by remote control to stare at four walls, fill in the blanks, go at thy bosses bidding and suffer distress, duress, pain, emotional stagnation as well as spiritual death? It is my belief that if you don't like it do something about it. But what can I do? I used to be a people person. I was hired for that. Someone who could get along with practically everyone, have a sweet demeanor and carry on through the day consistent in duty and behavior. But knowing I also am a Christian does carry with it a stigma to those who compromise and to those who do not love truth and would rather shut me up.
 
This was accomplished by a drastic move that has effected my emotions, my mind, my physical and spiritual being. I represent to them uncompromising strength that they cannot bear. To fire me because they don't like what I believe or stand for would cause, for the law firm, some embarrassment. To move me where no one can hear, sounded like the solution for many attorneys.
 
My work was fine, so they say, but my ideals, my faith, my uncompromising stand for the truth at all cost rubbed some people wrong. What did they go to law school for? To see how they could break the law? To see how much they could squeeze out of their clients? What happened to our legal profession? What happened to upholding the truth, honesty, integrity and justice? So many attorneys fall for the buck, compromise on issues they once would never have thought twice on. They have denied the truth, passed it off as bad or not reasonable or not benefitting the situation.
 
I was always told, honesty is the best policy. Well, half if not three-fourths of the clients nowadays want the attorneys to fit into their thinking good or bad and support them in their unwise, unfair decisions. If they can't find a lawyer to support their cause then they'll find an attorney that will take their money.
 
So many good attorneys have fallen by the wayside or become weak because they have succumbed that one time in their life. It is because of their first fall that it became easier to fall the second and third and so on.
 
Not only attorneys are effected by a distastefully dishonest public but administrators of legal firms also. In order to be a good administrator there needs to be a concern for everyone in the firm, not just the ones they like. In order for the firm to function well, there needs to be team work and a desire to see people grow, no matter if they've been there six months, six year or sixteen. The staff and secretaries want to feel they are important and not just once or twice a year. There isn't enough of those rare "thank you", "may I", and "please".
 
It is a sad thing to work where there are too many cliques, too many selfish, greedy people that won't share their workload because of pride and mock and deride you for living for what is right, and who could care less if you have the desire to work, to learn, to be trained.
 
I have been referred to as an enigma of sorts. Because of my love for God and His Word and statutes there will surely come those who won't understand His ways.
 
Signed Anonomous

Thursday, February 26, 2015

Decorating for a Reception

Recently, my son asked my husband if he could help out with some smoked meat for a reception coming up. We both agreed it would be a good thing to help since he and his wife were putting it together with little help.

Terry bought the wood chips and both of us bought plenty of chicken and we took his smoker, propane and ice box and headed to the valley.  Terry is from Texas and his expert smoked meat and beans and bacon were just a few of the potluck dishes to be presented.

We reserved an inexpensive room not far from him and set out to help on a Friday. My son took me to the Home Depot where I surveyed the flowers and figured the color scheme out with the bride's colors. Then back to his place to start planting pots and decorating the stage that he and a house guest put together. 

The pots were of various sizes and colors so with another bolt of fabric, my daughter-in-law and I glue gunned the fabric onto the pots. The fabric looked like brocade with leaves and roses, very pretty. It took all of 12 hours to do the planting and setting up other pots all over the yard, putting table cloths down, runners, and  battery powered candles.  The wedding and reception went well even with the fire works. I'm sure the neighbors put up with the noise of two bands.    
 
     



       
 

Thursday, January 15, 2015

Worship Leader Relocated

It's been a year since I left the church in Gallup. I spent hours in preparation each week for worship. As a leader, I felt it was time to leave as my husband didn't like the town. I had to wait for the Lord to give me the OK and a peace before we continued looking for a new home.

The first thing we did was look for work and also a place to worship. I didn't know that it would be so difficult to leave what I loved doing, that is the teaching, the playing keyboard, singing and encouraging others in the congregation to love the Lord with all their heart. I have this fire in me that wants to do more than I am.

I find it difficult and painful to be out of the loop, so to speak, when the church we attend doesn't function like a church but a Bible study and brings a few songs to sing. I'll continue to pray about this and the emptiness I feel when I can't share the music that the Lord has given me. The music is part of who I am.

I read an article recently from another worshipper who sees the problems of our society with the cell phones, innumerable devices that people are mesmerized by. In the article it fairly describes the way people are so immersed in wanting to be included in some social media. The danger is that the Lord is on the back burner. People say there's no time to study the Word, that other things like work, the kids, the rush, rush of daily life consumes them, or they only turn on the TV instead of turning on to the Lord.

People are still looking to be included somewhere and if they can't find friends on the social media or work or everyday encounters, then how? I can't seem to find anyone really interested in what has been a priority in my life, that of worship. I live in a small, sometime small minded, town. I can't find work because people have to get referrals from friends or family.

I'll be spending my leisure time, since I'm not working, on reading the Bible, taking time for those praise and worship lessons. The Lord had me studying and preparing to share and teach about worship but that was only one time. He has given me so much music and so much of a burden that I'll take the time I have and not waste another minute ion self.

It's all right to do introspection but the Lord wants more than anything to think of others and to help others and to be there for others that are hurting or need comfort or need a friend. So today, I pray for the Lord to lead, for the Spirit to guide and to fill me again with His promises so that I can give Him praise and adoration and thanks for all He does now and tomorrow.

A Christmas Poem -written 1970

The following is a poem I wrote several months after my eldest son was born and was included in a Christmas letter I stumbled on recently.

"This Christmas brings our hearts and minds
To God's greatest gift, the person of Jesus.
It is He who imparts His love as we find,
Not the babe in the manger but the man Jesus.
His gift to us was himself when He died
On that cross, oh the love of our Jesus.

What joy we share as our hope is found
Not in the baby lying so sweetly but in Jesus,
Who shares our joys and our ups and downs.
It is He we worship each Christmas. It's Jesus.
We're so thankful for His great love profound
Someday soon the world will bow down to Jesus.

This Christmas let us sing praises to our King
and not be all tangled in the world's riches.
This Christmas let us remember Him and bring
Gifts of the spirit that cross the bridges
between ourselves and men in the world's ring.
Let's meet Him this Christmas and His riches.

So this Christmas look for Jesus our Lord,
the man who never changes yet always delights
in reaching the lonely, depressed and bored.
Men and women who can't resist or give fight
to His tremendous love for them. They'll open the door
thus allowing Him to reveal the real Christmas light."

Copyright, 1970, Little Impressions, Kathryn Tyler Yazzie

Sunday, January 11, 2015

Payson's Huge Snowfall -2015

We prepared for a snow but not as much as that which fell New Year's Eve and New Years. My husband and I traveled to the town park Green Valley. It was packed with Phoenix valley people and their families, sliding and throwing snowballs. They were there because of the 8 to 12 inches of snow. It was like Christmas at the Walmart because of the crowds. The cashiers there weren't used to the crowds.

We took videos and pictures of this rare occasion. Last year, in fact, we hardly saw any snow. At Christmas we had a sprinkling, I call powdered sugar snow.  This year the snow was powder but eventually thawed and froze overnight making travel dangerous.

My son and daughter-in-law had to come up too and enjoy what they don't see in Phoenix.

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Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Highlights of the year in Payson.

This year just flew by. Two jobs under my belt and out of work again. Had a good holiday Christmas and praying this next year I will not only be older but wiser and have a job too. Terry has been doing handyman projects working with a realty company where we live and has been able to supplement our income. He painted inside our new home covering all the flower prints throughout the house. Before Christmas, he painted most of the front of the house. It looks amazing with white trim.
 
The first job I had was at an apartment complex where I was being trained for a Community Assistant and work toward being the manager. My boss worked in Phoenix but because of the distance, my applications had to go through her. She said I just wasn't getting it. That wasn't true. I had almost all the apartments rented. I think she had a problem with me and it wasn't the work I did. I was given two verbal warnings, something that hadn't happened to me in all the years working. I'm 68 and she was in her thirties. Anyway, I was forced to resign or be fired. I never have been fired from any job.
 
The next job was at a Christian Day Care. There, I had to follow several guidelines, from the state, federal and DES. That wasn't a problem so much as the stress of caring for 1 year olds to 12 and making sure that when the bosses peeked through the curtains, I was changing the babies right, feeding them the exact quantities of food and drink and teaching them what they wanted. Then my husband's sister was having medical issues and I had to leave because he wanted to visit her and didn't know for how long. I left that job.
 
Now, I'm home and still working the Avon business. (http://www.youravon.com/kking9197) and this year I made cookies, 6 different kinds and handed out cookie plates. The first part of December, Terry went to Texas to be part of his son's wedding.
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Throughout the year, Terry and I did a lot of fishing and just two days ago, we caught several fat trout.
This picture shows some of the 11 to 13 inch trout. We fished the East Verde River but found it covered by ice. There were a few openings but nothing. 
 
Then, we decided to try East Verde Estates but still nothing.
 
Finally, we went to Green Valley Park and the temperature was warmer and started pulling out several trout. Wow, we were surprised. The temperature was in the 50's.
 
 
Easter, I missed not playing in the Program at Joshua Generation, one of the best programs in the area. It involved costumes of the period, the Ministry of Jesus, The Garden scene and crucifixion where the pastor portrayed Jesus on the cross. The program was usually done for three days. This year I don't know what they did.
 
The family in Phoenix are doing ok but my youngest son broke his foot and has been in a boot for two weeks already. The surgeon thought his foot would heal without surgery. He has to see him this week and hates the "boot". He still is able to get to work with his crutches and ride the bus. He's fortunate to catch the bus just outside the apartment complex. My oldest son received some grants to do more documentaries. The other son works as a project manager for two properties and their wives work and have their hands full with our grandchildren.
 
Terry and I attend a small Pentecostal church north of Payson. The pastor is cool and for Christmas put on a puppet show where he played a bird doing a Christian song...
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Sunday, August 03, 2014

My Trip to San Antonio

5/7/09 to 5/11/09 Trip to San Antonio
I left work on Wednesday and traveled to Phoenix. There I would take a flight out around noon the next day. I spent some time with my son Matt and wife Lesli that night. As soon as I entered his house, Lesli was wondering what to make for dinner. Matt was taking a nap after working hard on a 33,000 sq foot house, tapping and plastering. Lesli doesn’t cook and wanted to fix something for Matt.

I suggested chicken tacos. She had all kinds of leftovers and together we had a great combination. Chicken, onions, pineapple chunks, chili powder, grill seasoning; a few cloves of garlic all cooked together then put on corn tortillas with cheese and lettuce. Wow, they tasted great. Lesli has to eat gluten free food and I told her to write the ingredients down for another time

I slept at Steven’s house and got up and made it to the airport on time. Of course there was the other car that was impounded by Phoenix police cause Daniel had it parked in the wrong place. That took some time. Steven was feeling anxious and I kept telling him it was all right that we would make it on time.

The plane was on time and I spoke with Terry about meeting at the airport and suggested he put a bright color of something on his antenna. His Bronco is black and I thought it would be hard to see him with all the other black vehicles around. When I got off the plane I followed the people to a place where shuttles and taxi’s were and a nice lady I talked with said I was in the wrong place and that I needed to go further up.

Terry met me with a piece of florescent yellow micro fiber dangling on his antenna. He grabbed my suitcase and we headed for the store to shop. He wanted to wait until I got there before we decided on the meals we’d cook. His house is about 20 miles out of San Antonio, beautiful green pastures, rolling hills, cactus, Prickly Pear, grape vines, Oak, Mesquite and Catalpa trees all around. He showed me his house with few furnishings but very clean. His dog Kimber who is pregnant met us and was looking for food.

He told me that while he was marinating the brisket the day before, he had accidentally put a hole in the aluminum pan he had the brisket. He had wrapped the brisket in plastic and the marinade sauce spilled all over. He was so upset about it. He planned on cooking it the next day and it would be in the smoker all day.

Friday, I woke up and he was already out basting the brisket with his own special sauce. He used a clean rag to wipe the sauce on it and would be tending it all day long. He loves to cook. His brother Jr (Jesse) would be coming over for dinner. Terry had made some cole slaw with apples and pineapple and had a pot of beans cooking when I got up. He cooked up a storm while I was there. But I did help him by washing the dishes.

Sometime Friday morning he had looked at his truck and the tire was flat. He said he had bought new tires three months back. So he plugged his air compressor in and pumped it up to see how long it would take. No sooner had he put the air in when it went flat again. I told him I thought it was a puncture, like a nail or something. When he went to turn the truck on the horn went on. Why? He had used too much of the battery to run the compressor. So then he had to juice up the battery. Finally, he put the spare on and we went into town to get the tire fixed.

The tire guy said the tire had been punctured on the side and had to put a plug in and couldn’t patch it. So we, with pins and needles, went slowly for a while to see if the plug would hold. We had spent the entire day getting the tire fixed and cooking the brisket. I suggested that we just have dinner and rest. His brother Jr lives behind Terry in their dad’s house. He’s a carpenter by trade but he doesn’t seem interested in fixing up the house or the trailer that was his sitting out in the field.

The dinner was great. I had never tasted Texas barbeque like that. Terry thought the brisket could have been better and thought the heat may have been too hot. He used scraps of Mesquite to burn in the smoker box and there’s a thermometer on the other end where the racks are to put the meet. He covered it allowing the smoke from the Mesquite to permeate the meat. I had never seen it done and I was really interesting. The barbeques in Texas are made specially for smoking meats When I went to a popular store HEB there were barbeques lined up outside and on the grills were stars representing Texas.

Saturday, we were supposed to go to his son’s place where they were having a birthday party for his girlfriend’s son Damien. It took about an hour and ½ to get there and the we got lost a little even with Terry’s GPS unit. I kept saying that the lady in the box is not always right. When we got there the place was filled with kids around 7 or 8 and they had one of those circus air jumpers and two small swimming pools and a piƱata for later. There were several adults there too.

I met Terry’s first wife Brenda who came with her boyfriend. She was cordial but pretty interested in what she and John had been doing. I sat there listening. Brenda is a beautiful lady, blond hair and dressed casually for the party. Terry had said when she started working for people with money that she changed. She tried to act the part and was only interested in men if they were wealthy. Terry didn’t want any part of her approach to life and their relationship dissolved.

I also met Terry’s son Chris. He is a tall handsome man with light brownish blond hair. At the party he wore a cowboy hat and was helping with the party so I didn’t have much of a chance to talk with him. He made sure all the kids were having a good time. He is very likeable.

Sunday we spent some time touring the area. He showed me houses where he used to live, several missions that were established along the San Antonio River. We stopped long enough to watch a movie done by the National Parks that explained how about six or seven tribes had disappeared from the area. Most of them died from disease brought to them by the Europeans. Others died from working long hours in the sun to build the missions.

Monday morning around 4 am I woke to get ready for my flight. Terry packed his lunch for work later on and we headed toward the airport. This time he pulled in front, got my one bag out and gave me a big kiss goodbye.

Throughout that time that I was there, we talked about when he would move here. He figures after his grandchild is born he should be able to pack up in a couple of weeks. He showed me one item in the kitchen that I didn’t have, a fryer. I hardly fry food but it would be good for fried fish. We are excited to be together and it is hard that we have to communicate long distance. We are ready for a new adventure. He knows that our meeting wasn’t just coincidence.

He is anxious to move too. He’s not happy there and feels he has stayed longer than he wanted. Coming to New Mexico will help him in other ways. It’s drier here and the appliance that he wears for his ileostomy won’t slide off as easily. He sweats easily where he lives and the humidity causes his bag to lose adhesion and has to be changed often. With two hospitals here, getting supplies shouldn’t be that difficult.

Pentecostalism As Viewed by a Christian

I married a man who came from an Ash Arbor Pentecostal background. It has been difficult at times because of his beliefs. I have been a Christian for over 50 years now and the Holy Spirit came into my life in 1966. Because of my involvements with various denominations, I have been taught by the Holy Spirit and have been careful what I hear and what is taught to me. I base what I hear upon the Word of God. If we are not careful, it is easy to be deceived.

My background came from several denominations so the Lord allowed me to see all of them in different lights. I was raised in a Lutheran church, then Methodist, then a combination when our family moved to Flagstaff, Arizona called Federated. In college I was exposed to Baptists, conservative, belonged to a youth group, Presbyterian, near the college in Tucson. When married, I attended a Baptist church, then Melodyland then Calvary Chapel. When in New Mexico, a Baptist church. In Page, Arizona a full gospel church, nondenominational. In Phoenix, a spirit-filled non-denominational church, then Word of Grace. Once in Holbrook, attended Four Square Church. The list goes on and you can see that I had a wide variety of church background but my faith only got stronger, my knowledge and understanding grew right along with it. My spiritual growth became dynamic when I was filled with the Holy Spirit which didn't come by laying on of hands but by faith.

I have taken the stand to support my husband in where he wants to go to church and deny really what I wanted. When we moved to Payson, Arizona, I found a good Christian, Holy Spirit led church at Calvary Chapel. I even felt the Spirit, tears running down and freedom in the Spirit. I know there are tons of churches here but I felt very comfortable there. I was hoping to continue there and get involved with the music but alas, my husband had different ideas.

I love being with people and the place we go to worship is fine as my faith is not changed in any respect but the fellowship is wanting. There is a Bible Study and leaving out areas that I have difficulty with, having my belief system in place, it goes well. Then Sunday sometime I can share music but it's not like before at Joshua Generation where I was the worship leader, teacher and admonish-er.  I feel strapped to not grow and not find the place where the Lord wants me.

Some Pentecostals would say I am in rebellion and should do as my husband says. Well, I did tell him I would go where he felt comfortable even if that meant I wasn't. That won't keep me from having fellowship with other Christian women and perhaps doing music with others.  So, for now I am not in a position to make a change on my own because both my husband and I are out of work. It does give me the opportunity to get into the Word of God and do more study.

I love the Word of God and it is what has directed me through the years. The Lord says to trust Him and He would lead me to listen to my heart. Well, you might say, "the heart is wicked" but not if it is converted and open to the Lord. I believe that. I believe He is a good God and the Lord laid out the church in the beginning and some may have tried to make it utopia but their utopia was a human endeavor. The Word of God tells how we should worship and what we should believe and not be turned one way or another and not be deceived.

Sunday, May 18, 2014

My son Steven graduated from ASU with honors

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This is a smilebox presentation that includes pictures of my son Steven who received the "Outstanding Graduate Award" from faculty and students from the Herberger Institute for Design
and the Arts.

We were blown away of such an honor. We are praising the Lord.

Wednesday, February 05, 2014

We're Not There Yet

Most of my life was spent raising four sons. Then when my former husband died of cancer, I continued working and leading worship at a church in New Mexico. My sons asked what I would do after their dad died and I said I would continue doing what I've been doing.

After six years, I needed to find someone to share my life with. I asked a friend online where I could go. She said to try Match doctor online. So after submitting my information, I had several men interested that messaged me. Finally, a man from Texas who almost erased my emails started seriously writing me. He wrote long letters asking questions about my life and my beliefs which led him to visit me. It was a good visit and we found a great deal of similar interests.

We were married only eight months later. We immediately went to work at a mobile home community but that didn't last long. Soon we were looking for another place to live and hopefully work. We went to Page, Arizona where I used to live but the homes were too expensive. We loved the lake and went fishing there several times. Last summer, we both caught stripers.

A friend suggested we try another town that offered hunting and fishing in the area so off we went looking for a home. We found it. We've only been here for three weeks but I'm closer to my sons and grandkids which for me is exciting. We may go to my grandson's birthday this weekend and I've missed his other parties.

We aren't retired yet. So far, I've submitted my resumes' and applied online but no bites. It may take some time to find work here, so the locals tell me. In the meantime, I've visited several thrift shops, antique stores and tried to meet women who would like Avon which I've been selling as long as I managed the mobile home park.

I can't wait until we find a church here too. I miss the involvement with worship. The last church I attended, I led worship for over 8 years. The people there honored me with a farewell dinner, cards and good wishes. I am trying to get a newsletter out to relatives and the friends we left behind.  

Sunday, we visited a church and I found myself tearing up because I felt the Spirit of God moving in the place and my heart ached to play keyboard again and sing my heart out to the Lord. My husband doesn't understand this about me. I have to let him lead and so far we've visited two churches. There are 39 churches but he's interested in finding one that doesn't conflict with his background, his teachings as a Pentacostal believer.


Monday, January 27, 2014

Boy is it Quiet!!


We were so used to noise living in Gallup with planes and small jets overhead, trains passing by not too far from the house and people with their boom box speakers loudly serenading us.

In our new house, we can hear the crickets walk over the porch and it is going to take some getting used to. Now really, it is easy. Although we haven't found work, our day seems full with unpacking boxes, and fixing things up and trying to find places to put stuff. It will all work out though.

We still need furniture and recently purchased one of those stackable washer and dryer but after a week, it's screaming at us. Now we have to take it back and hopefully they'll find the problem. It was difficult to take out of the back of the truck but when we take it back tomorrow, we'll have it on the trailer. Poor Terry. He was going all over the place trying to get it registered.

One thing for sure, we both have our new licenses to drive and vehicles registered and took care of our voter's registration at the same time.

The boys all live in Phoenix and will probably being visiting us more often now that we are closer. One of my sons wants to come up and do some hiking with his wife and kids. Sounds fun and looking forward to the fun.



Sunday, December 08, 2013

Home is Where the Heart Is

What does that mean when home is where the heart is? To me, it means wherever my husband feels the Lord is leading him. I will follow him and know that the Lord is with us and that He has plans for our lives. It's not the place to just go hunting and fishing but it will be the place where both of us will grow as a couple and grow in what God has called us to do. 
 
He asked me a couple of years ago where I would like to live and I said Page, Arizona. There I had friends and a church that I could get back to. But for my husband, that was too far and he felt logically we should be closer to my sons and grandkids even though he has a son and grandchild still in Texas. I have been so far from my sons and wives and haven't been able to really be a part of their lives.
 
So, while talking with a friend, he suggested we go to Payson also in Arizona and check it out. Terry wants to be in a place where he can go hunting. Check. Also where we could go fishing. Well, the whole area around Payson is full of lakes and rivers. We visited a church there one weekend and liked the pastor of a United Pentecostal Church. There are over 39 churches there too.
 
Anyway, we found a house we both liked and knew that this is going to be our permanent residence. It was built in 1987 and although it's a doublewide mobile home, it doesn't look it.
 

We should be moved in either at the end of December or first part of January. I wanted to tell the boss that we were moving but Terry thought if we told them too soon we wouldn't be ready. We have spent this last month just packing. His thinking is that the company, being a corporation, may want us to leave our position as managers so they can get some other people in right away.
 
We live in a house provided by the company and haven't had to pay for our rent or utilities. People would say, why leave? That's a great position to be in.  Well, Terry hasn't been going to church with me since we were married over 4 years ago because it just didn't agree with his religious background, with preconceived ideas.
 
It's been difficult though, ministering in music at my church and not have him there to support me prayerfully. I accepted his decision to leave as I had felt I wasn't growing spiritually and not teaching kids, one of the areas I haven't been free to do.
 
My husband doesn't like clutter and has had a hard time dealing with the boxes piles all around. I remind him that it is only temporary. We still have to buy a bed and dressers. We don't even have that yet. We also have to buy a washer and dryer, perhaps a unified set with the dryer on top of the washer. We may not have a lot of furniture but the books, music and art takes up a lot of room
 
I'm anticipating this move and will be looking for work in Payson, clerical or administrative. My husband will be looking for work either in field service type work or appraisal jobs. He just can't take the physical work that was required as a manager of the mobile home park.

Twas the Night Before the Last Christmas


Friday, November 08, 2013

You have what it takes to sell Avon

You have what it takes to sell Avon: It's more than selling beauty. It's earning money by simply making connection and letting your personality shine. Learn more today.

If you didn't know by now on other social medias, I have sold Avon for four years now. I love the products, use them and share them with family and friends.

I wouldn't be without all the beauty products that for over 126 years Avon has been famous for.

Monday, August 12, 2013

Shop my AVON store! Really!

Shop my AVON store!: Here's a sneak peak at some of the latest products available at Avon. Be sure to click

Avon just introduced a Mega mascara...the biggest brush you'd ever seen and with an adjustable handle too.

I've enjoyed selling Avon for almost four years. I've tried to encourage women to sign on as Representatives because it is a great business for very little investment.

Wednesday, May 01, 2013

LOOKING FOR A NEW HOME


Three stripers caught at Lake Powell
Lately, my husband and I made two trips to Page, Arizona to look at housing and properties. We haven't settled on anything yet but we are in the market. His brother died a couple of months ago and he is strapped with the responsibility of handling the property that he and his brother and sister owned. So moving may be out of the question for now.
 
If and when we move the fact that we both love to fish and he likes to hunt makes the area intriguing. I used to live there and that's where I started in a worship team.
 

Lone Rock camp area
I still have many friends there at the church Faith Bible Chapel. Here in Gallup, the only friends I have are where I've been leading worship for the past 8 years. Recently, our friends from New Jersey moved here and that may open new doors for the friendships that both Terry and I need.
 
As a manager of a small mobile home community, I believe the Lord has put me here to minister to the tenants. Several times they come into the office just to talk or to pray with me.
 
Looking toward Wahweap Marina
There's no job service other than a county workforce office that doesn't counsel anyone or help people find work. They have a huge book for the locals to ponder over and a few computers. I don't think their office is of any use here. Employers are looking for people that their employees might know to hire and it's rare to find work. Several of our tenants live in other cities just to have a job.
 
 
 
 
   El Morro Theatre, Gallup, NM
 
 
 

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Last Years "Passion Live"

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This year we didn't do the entire play but portions, on Palm Sunday we did the triumphal entry and Wednesday, the Garden Scene and Crucifixion and on Easter we will be doing a skit and dance "By His Stripes" and the Resurrecton of Jesus.

Saturday, March 16, 2013

The Passing of Jesse W. King

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This slide presentation was made last Sunday after returning from my husband's brother's passing.
His name was Jesse Word King. We heard the news March 2nd and immediately rented a car and began our trip to Texas the next day. Terry had had surgery the 6th of February for rotator cuff and couldn't really lift his right arm but he was albe to drive a little. We stopped after driving about 10 hours and stayed the night in Carlsbad and on the return trip stayed one night in Truth or Consequences, actually it was in Williamsburg, outside of TorC.
 
We had tried to have a service at his son Jason's house where several people gathered to pay their respects. I finally was able to meet my husband's sister Doris. She and her husband drove from Indiana.

Friday, October 26, 2012

Taking A Look At 2012


Taking a Look at 2012

 

Ever since our family moved from Michigan in 1963, this nation has been splintered in location, within the family unit, with men’s philosophies, politics and from God’s commands. Many that read the Bible and study it know that Scripture repeatedly admonishes Israel and believers to not turn their backs on God.

God has blessed our nation in so many ways and out of it we have produced huge quantities of men and women educators, inventors, scientists, writers, musicians and every conceivable occupation. Since the computers came around, the occupations have tripled if not more. Instead of praising God for their accomplishments, society has only turned outward, to material things, to possessing things, to selfishness, to greed, to every evil imaginable.

By being splintered and transient, our nation, as a whole, has forgotten God and have replaced Him with their own thinking, philosophies, religions, accomplishments, self-emulation and so much pride in themselves.

We are looking at the end of times as we have heard in the pulpits and even those that don’t believe because things have gotten worse not better. Our nation which was founded on God and His commands and principals of freedom and liberty has turned that liberty into a political arena, with so many different views. We had two parties and now there are the Libertarians, The Green Party, Independents and probably some I’ve never heard of.

When our pastor tells us to vote for God, he is meaning the Godliest man and one with the most integrity. Integrity is a lost art and lost because of compromise. It comes with a price. Years ago a man’s word was all you needed and a handshake to seal an agreement.  But now, even an oral agreement is broken and written ones might as well be shredded. As a business person, I’m appalled at how people don’t do what they say. Since I’ve known the Lord, He insists on keeping our word, not to lie and to commit ourselves to the work at hand and not be slothful or reckless but always honest.

I came from a background of Christian believers and teachers and hard workers that cared about this nation and knew their vote in an election would mean something and would carry weight. Now we hear that the popular vote won’t matter as much as the Electoral College where the President will ultimately be chosen. This I believe should be removed from the Constitution. I don’t believe it is fair.

I fear for our nation that if we don’t turn back to God, persecution of Christians will be next. You may think, “Oh, that will never happen!” but it has happened in other countries and the rights of those who do fear God are in jeopardy. Many in this country are in the dark about what goes on in other countries where persecution exist all the time. I myself have experienced persecution on the job because I was a Christian and had strong beliefs.

When 911 occurred, we thought at that time something like it could never happen. Now with our involvement in other countries because of our greed and need for outside oil, we have become more of a policeman and have failed to protect our blessed land. Even with all the security measures which really need upgrading at the airports and all other transportation systems, we are vulnerable. But it’s not too late for America to turn back to God and seek His face and turn from our wicked ways.

Wickedness comes in many forms. It comes as we have compromised God’s commands, principles and precepts. We have forgotten to honor our elders, to obey the laws of the land, to uphold marriage between a man and a woman, to speak out against what is wrong, to speak out against abortion or the killing of generations. Many would say “now you’re judging” Well, guess what? When Jesus Christ returns to this earth to set up His kingdom there will be no room for the ungodly, the homosexuals, murderers, thieves, liars, gluttons and perverse  and the list goes on. He will judge the earth and the people that have not received and accepted Jesus Christ are judged already for not believing. Believers will rule with Him but believers are still not ready to rule.

I was told when I became a Christian that “Oh, you’ll go back to what you did before. Nothing will change”. I did change because my faith was as a little child and I believed that the Lord Himself came into my heart and I wanted everything He could give me including His Spirit. He forgave me then and now and continues to forgive all who will forsake their sins and serve the Lord. That wasn’t being selfish. It was what is expected. Jesus died that we can have life. He said He wanted us to experience His life and life more abundant. What does that mean? It’s a life with energy, power, authority, health, joy, a heart forgiven and the power to share that life with the world.

Christians that have suffered persecution all over the world and have died for believing will stand with Christ and come back with Him. Because of sin, the active and passive rebellion against God and Jesus, this world is coming to an end. The systems of this world are looking for a leader. They’re looking for someone to help them with the economic policies, their government and their lives. The world is getting ready for the Anti-Christ. Many will be deceived.

We all don’t want our nation to be destroyed but it is at the brink as Rome was. Who we vote for does matter. Make it a priority as this year is almost over. Learn what’s on the ballots. Find out the voting records of those that are running. You can do that by going online like votesmart.org and others. Don’t use the excuse “ I don’t know who to vote for”. Get involved and stopped being schlemiel.

 

©Copyright, 2012, Kathryn T King

Thursday, October 18, 2012

What A Blessing

September 24th a historical event took place. My husband and I now have a new granddaughter. Her name is Joyce and we are extremely happy to have girl in the family. I have four sons and two grandson and here came the surprise.

 
I remember my son calling me to tell me they were having a girl and saying "she's an answer to your prayers". My real concern was that the baby and mom would be healthy. The Lord is good. He has given us a special little girl that I can spoil a little. I had always wanted to share my dolls with my children, thinking I'd have a girl. Now, the dolls are gone and I'll have an excuse to buy one when she grows up.

 
    
 
In this picture, her brother tenderly holds her at the hospital where she was born. His eyes tell us that he will love and care for her as he has been cared for himself. His mom is a gentle and kind woman and I enjoyed watching her as she handled her son. Joyce will be a blessing to my son and daughter-in-law. My only regret is not living closer to my family. They are over five hours away. If we moved again I hope we won't be too far away.
 
I was able to be at the hospital and at my son's home for a week and hold her sweet little body. She has grown so much already and had an insatiable appetite after she was born. I pray that her brother will help his mommy and know that he too is very special to our family.
 
 
 
 


Friday, August 03, 2012

The Allergic Reaction Bah Bah Black Sheep Remix



Done by my son and grandson...didn't see it until today...very funny.

Monday, July 30, 2012

Our Anniversary trip to Lyman Lake

Terry and I camped out at Lyman Lake State Park in Arizona for three nights. It rained a couple of evenings and lightning could be seen surrounding my tent. I wasn't afraid though because they struck well over 5 miles away.

We took our kayaks out and pretty much went the entire distance from Rattle Snake point to the dam. I would go off by myself and enjoyed getting around and enjoying the vast scenery. Terry and I spent the entire day fishing and would take snacks with us and come back for lunch or supper.

One night we ate some of the fish we caught and Terry fried them with his special seasonings. He is such a fantastic cook.

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Thursday, June 28, 2012

Fishing in New Mexico and Arizona

Here is a picture of  a Muskie. In New Mexico and not too far from Gallup, there is a lake that is full of them. Too bad, though, we can only take home a Muskie that is over 40 inches in length. My husband went there not too long ago and pulled out several over 20 inches and some over 30 but not 40. He said he was trying for trout which also are in the water but every time he threw his bait in, wham! a Muskie would hit.

My husband Terry and I traveled north the Navajo Reservation and there are several lakes dried up or almost dried up because of the drought. We passed Red Lake, supposedly a 3 mile long lake, and it was dry. I mean there was not even any mud to be seen. We fished at Ganado Lake near Ganado and in one week the water level went down 6 to 10 feet in places. We thought it was unbelievable that the water went down so fast but the temperatures have been over 90 degrees.

We finally had a rain shower three days ago and it was wonderful. We hadn't seen rain or any precipitation since February. Several families at the park suffer from asthma and the blowing winds and dust have irritated them.

Yesterday, he went over to Ganado near the dam late in the day and caught several bass in a two hour stretch. He said they were practically jumping at him. The weekend before I managed to snag two bass and he a small catfish. He said they must be still spawning because there were several carrying eggs.

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Passion Live 2012

This is a video, slideshow of pictures and clips I took during our Easter program this year.

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Wednesday, May 09, 2012

My Animoto Video

My Animoto Video

I made this for one of my daughters in law...for Mother's Day. Animoto have some great video backgrounds and music to go with your pictures or videos. Try it out. It's free for a 30 second video.

Monday, May 07, 2012

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Friday, April 13, 2012

The Not So Law Abiding Tenants

There are many people living in this mobile home community that love living here. Then there are those who consistently want to fan our fires.

We had an incident, ongoing, that hasn't been resolved yet. One of the tenants bought a house here and moved here from outside of the area. She signed all the documents to rent the space but I guess she just overlooked a policy that says, "No pit bulls, Rottweilers, Doberman Pinchers or Chow".

We received many calls of mothers fearing for their children's lives. So, we talked with the tenant about her dog. She insisted that it wasn't a pit bull and that she had it since it was a puppy.

My husband proceeded to look online and found several names for pit bulls, one being Stratfordshire Terrier which in England is the name for a pit bull. She keeps insisting that it isn't. My husband is so tired of people not wanting to follow the rules and policies of the park.

We've tried to upgrade the playground but older teens think it's funny to damage or deface property. Our assistant, who works hard picking up trash, painting stripes on the road, one day painted the swing set. The very next day, the paint was scratched off somehow.

We had another incident where a kid was a visitor and a gang want-a-be and enticed some younger boys to draw graffitti all over the park. We finally managed to get rid of him. We had a lot of clean up in the bathrooms and on the windows and doors of our clubhouse.

Anyway, there are many tenants that think we are doing a good job and don't want us to leave but my husband is so tired of dealing with the people that complain or are just so obnoxious that he wants to leave.

I can't help but feel for some of the people here because of our economy. Jobs are very scarce and I'm sure it has made it tough for households. Most of the tenants here are married and have several children. Some have lost jobs for 6 or more months and some can't get unemployment and others are just suffering physically. The Lord puts love in my heart for people here unlike my husband and I reach out to those who come in and ask for prayer or just want to come in and relax and talk.


Wednesday, April 04, 2012

Happy Easter

If you click on Happy Easter, it will bring up a slide show with music for the season.

This was a presentation I made on Smilebox for last Easter. Some of you may know Easter itself with all the bunny rabbits, eggs, candy...etc is a pagen celebration. I celebrate the Resurrection of Jesus Christ and this slide show shows pictures along with words from Don Francisco's song "He's Alive" to show the Lord during Passion week.

The Round Brush from Hell

Saturday, I was trying to spruce up my hairstyle. I had visited the beauty parlor, had some hair cut and then colored. Well, at home my husband had a rounded brush/comb and I tried a small portion of my hair, wetting it first and then blow drying it. But...I couldn't get my hair out of the brush.Panic set in. I tried spraying with water, putting conditioners on it. No luck. I got so frustrated that I started crying. Then I called my pastor's wife Pee Wee. She said they would be praying and would send someone over.

I stood at the door with my hand holding the brush and tears running down my cheeks. I was flushed and angry that I tried to fix my hair.

My friend showed up and had a can of spray used to detangle. It had an oily base. I sat on the chair while she tried loosening my hair with a pick. After about twenty minutes or so she managed to get me free from the brush from hell.

I was so glad she came and never appreciated her like that day. I never experienced anything quite like this. My husband, thank God, was at work when this happened. I know he wouldn't have been able to get me free. He just doesn't have right equipment for such a task.
Thank God, I didn't need my hair cut and only lost a handful of hair. She was quite capable of handling this since she had the same thing happen to her girls before.

Thursday, February 02, 2012

Christmas in New Mexico


It was the first time the kids came to New Mexico for Christmas and only one son didn't make it. I have traveled to Phoenix each year but Terry wanted us to have the kids here for Christmas. There were nine of us enjoying the cool weather and just spending time with each other. I wished my husband Terry would have been able to see his family in Texas but maybe next year. Terry made brisket for our Christmas dinner and we also had sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes and a vegetable and of course dessert.

Eileen had never been to our home and could see where we live and work. It had snowed a little and that was just enough to take our grandson out to play. Terry rigged up a sled with a plastic lid and ropes which they pulled behind the fence where just enough snow could give the little guy a ride.

Daniel had been able to come up on a bus and got a ride back to Phoenix with his brother. I am happy he's doing so much better and finally is working at a 40 hour a week job. It may not be what he wanted, that is welding, but it is a job.

My son Matt and his wife spent a couple of nights in our guest room, pretty small, being that it is only a 10 x 10 room. The heater kept them pretty warm and we had to figure out a way to turn the heat down at night. We usually close the back of the house so the rest of the house gets warm but that only made their room like a sauna.





Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Fishing at Ganado

Ganado Lake has catfish and bass. We had never seen so many bass and a place so easy to catch fish. One year we found a nice hole in the weeds where we caught several large catfish.


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Friday, August 26, 2011

Six Years Ago




Over six years ago, after seeing my husband's picture in the paper when he passed, I felt the need to have a nice photo taken so my kids would use it when I pass. I haven't had a portrait picture done since the kids were little. Now they're grown and are starting their own family portraits.

Now that Terry and I are married, I would like to get a portrait done of us. We've been married now over two years. He may not think it's important but I do and I want my kids to have a picture of us and not some candid shot. Photos have been important in our family. It's like doing a story and having pictures to go with it. I have over 17 albums now and still counting. I'm a little behind in getting the photos developed.

Everyone I talk to seem more interested in keeping photos on their computers. But there's nothing like having them in front of you and seeing little details written down. I have an album that my dad received from his cousin and I don't recognize very many people in it. It goes back to the early part of the 20th century. I guess I'm more of an historian than my other sisters.

One time when I was a new mom, I made a scrapbook using art paper bound in a ring. It allowed me to glue pictures cut out from a magazine and make more of a story. I want to do that again.

My family means a great deal to me. When their dad Richard died, I had the idea to scan photos of him and make a book for them on Blurb. That's my next project. I hope I can get this ready for Christmas. If any of my sons read this, they'll know what I'm up to.

My husband takes tons of pictures in his line of work, being a field representative. He uses Picassa to download over forty pictures at a time. I'm just fortunate to be able to get my photos developed. Like I said before, I'm behind by about five years. I have to get caught up.
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Thursday, August 25, 2011

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