Pastor Preaching and Thangs...

Well praise the lawd babies. Seems as though our responses is getting more and more. Ruthie Ann and maself are ova here tryna figure out how to work all this fancy stuff. Course, when you got the Lawd on ya side, all thangs is possible.



Service yesterday was just wonderul. Pastor sho'nuff know he can preach. Child, the man is so annointed and sent from God. Just long winded. Yes, he can preach so, seem like he preaching the whole bible. Made me happy twice - I was happy to see him get up and happy to see him sat the hell down. Bless his heart. I was trying to give him some signal, don't you know he kept on going. Hell, seems to me he started to preach even harder. If there's anytime I was a'praying, shole was yesterday. I had on my good two hour shoes and my time was running out.



And one of the other mothers must didn't have a mint in her purse, course, she was the one shouting hallelujah to loudest stanking up the entire mother's row. I still can't figure out how she managed to do that one. She got one mo' time, I ain't playing. One mo' Sunday without using her church candy and I'm gonna have to see if she can join the usher board or something. Hell, can't hardly concentrate on the pastor cause her breath smell so.


Ol' Sister Angie took the microphone yesterday and sang her song. I don't know why she the only one thank she can sang. Matter'fact, betweens me and you, the old batalax don't hardly sound as good as myself. Course, I don't sang much no more. But if you put on some Patti or some Aretha, then you know, I gots to show you how I gets down. Can't sang that at the church house though. You know, I never did wonder why. The saints sangin' it at home anyway.



Alright, we got to figure out how to continue to do this blogging thang. Anybody got any suggestions. I got to run in a few. I messed around and ate too many collards last night, you know at my age they don't sit too well on your stomach. Child, my stomach been tossing and turning all day. Besides child, I joined me a jazzercise class. I got to get myself right for this summer, you know, putting it all in the right place. I agrees with them Destiny Childrens, I don't think yall ready for these preserves! Jelly is for them young gals, when you gets my age, you got preserves cause the longer it sits, the better it tastes!



Alright then babies, I ain't gonna hold yall, I got to go get my drink and do my two step.





With Love,


Mrs. Mabel