Ranky-Ramblings-etc

Ranky-Ramblings-etc
Blog contains some humorous? real life events in the life and times of Ranky. Ranky is always learning because he is always asking questions. Ranky has Restless Leg Syndrome (RLS) and peripheral neuropathy in feet, hands, and hips. The pain and at times shaking from these conditions create some interesting events.He is at times entertaining telling funny real life events. He loves people and loves to make them laugh. Ranky is serious about his Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Ranky and SweetCakes Approaching the Finish Line

“There isn't any hair growing in this story." - Gerald Mann The only part that is speculation is when Baby will go home. God is in control of His Children. 



It has been  awhile
since Ranky has written into his blog. Ranky thinks SweetCakes (Baby)
has limited time left on planet earth. Ranky calls her Baby since the
brain tumor and her many health issues has taken control of her body
and at times her mind. There are so many other issues, health wise ,
against her, Ranky does not think the gravity or love for her on
planet earth will keep her from soaring into heaven.



Life is a journey and
ours together has seemed so very short, we will have been married 47
years if we make it to our next anniversary. But, we really don't
know what it is like to be apart. She loved me at age 12, she said.
She corrected me, when I was telling a friend, I thought she loved me
since she was 14. So, as a guy, Ranky is still behind in maturity and
really catching on to what is really going on.



Ranky has neurological
problems that will see him to the grave. It may be a sudden heart
attack from chronic pain that will just wear my heart out. But, My
Lord will call me  and I will know His voice. Ranky will go as a
“Forgiven Child of God”, bought, paid for, and adopted by the
Blood of the Lord Jesus Christ. Everyone that knows Ranky knows he
wasn't perfect, Ranky just wanted to be for Jesus' Sake.



Baby has been very
sick now for about 2 ½ years. But, Baby has been sickly since age
26. Over the years, she has fought many health battles, not really
winning many, but just accumulating one more debiltating disease, the
last 2 being Chronic Congestive Heart failure and now a golf ball
size tumor in the right frontal lobe of her brain. The doctors found
the tumor 03/15/2012.  Baby is scheduled for the tumor to be removed
at “The Vanderbilt Brain Tumor Medical Center” in June, TBA.



Ranky has mixed
feelings. Ranky wants Baby to have a shot at removing the tumor, but
if that is successful, Ranky does not believe at this point in time
her quality of life will improve very much. 




Baby was so sick last
night, she cried at age 64 and said,”It's times like these I wish I
had my mother.” Ranky asked,” Baby what would your mother do?”
She said, “ I don't know.” Ranky thinks Baby is preparing Ranky
for the fact Baby is going to her mother in heaven. Baby really loved
her mother and dad, so very much.



Sometime, two or three
hours later, it is now 01:15 am May 29,2012, Baby said to Ranky. Baby
doesn't want to leave you alone. Ranky tells her, Ranky does not want
Baby to leave Ranky alone. Baby asks Ranky to let Baby go, with tears
Ranky says,”OK”. Ranky sees her pain and tears. Ranky tells Baby,
Ranky will not project into the future w/o you, But if Jesus comes
for you, It will be OK. Baby tells Ranky, if He comes for me, Baby
has to go with Him. I said, “Yes” and it will be OK.



Baby asks me to get the
kids to tell her, It is OK for her to go. Baby wants the kids to
release her, also. Baby has always been Ranky's teenage sweetheart.
Ranky and Baby have both had a physically ,health wise ,a very tough
life on planet earth. If Ranky makes it to November, Ranky will be
68. Ranky has lived in chronic pain since Ranky was 38. The years and
the nerve damage pain only increased as the years went by.



Ranky and Baby were
totally opposite folks. That created some passionate and furious
fights, at times Not physical violence, but just out-of-character
mad. Things she did at times, irritated me. She would just hold on
too tight. I knew that would never change. But, she loved Ranky more
than life, itself. Ranky loved Baby more than life, itself.



Ranky may still beat
Baby out of this world, I don't know. But, Ranky and Baby both will
see “Perfect Love”, God Himself. Ranky and Baby will be there
because both have been forgiven, no other reason. Shoot folks, Ranky
knows many people, who are just better human beings than Ranky or
Baby. Ranky and Baby loved each other deeply and passionately. Years
passed too quickly. 




Ranky thinks only a
fool would say, “I would do it all the same again, as to living a
life on planet earth.” Ranky and Baby would do some things
different. And maybe better. But, one thing, Ranky and Baby would not
change is the passion and love we had for one another. Ranky was
passionate concerning his Love of Christ. Baby had a lot to do with
Ranky coming to Christ.



Ranky won't project
into the future, but Baby asked me, “Let me go”. Ranky's love for
baby will never die, she was almost perfect. But, true love will
release Baby, and Ranky does as Baby asks. Baby, Ranky will always
love you and be “In love “ with you.  Baby tells Ranky the same
with tears flowing down our cheeks and our eyes meeting looking deep
into each other's soul, knowing all is well with our souls and our
love for each other and family.



Ranky was nearly 50
years old before Ranky could tell Christian brothers and sisters in
Christ, “He loved them” or “I love you.” Ranky even told
co-workers, male and female, “ I love you.” If Ranky ever told
you that, Ranky meant it. Of course, that caused problems for Baby.
Baby would fight to keep what was hers. Baby knew and Ranky knew,
Ranky never told another woman,” I am in love with you, or I think
I'm falling in love with you.” In love”, was always reserved  for
Ranky's teenage sweetheart, Baby. Ranky nor Baby would never change
that fact, we were in love passionately since Ranky was 14 and Baby
was 12.



Baby and Ranky were
never perfect in life or marriage, but we did know “Perfect Love”,
the Christ. Ranky thinks maybe God made us for each other, in Ranky's
heart, Ranky always wanted to protect Baby and Ranky did. Ranky
always wanted to take care of Baby and Ranky did, with some help of
course. Ranky wanted her to have all the materials things she wanted,
I think Ranky did. She liked shoes and makeup. Ranky said, “Baby
had 40 pair shoes”. Ranky knew. Ranky counted them when Baby was
angry with Ranky and Baby threw the shoes at him. I think there were
42 pair. Generally, her tastes were simple, but she liked shoes. So
long, Baby, Ranky will see Baby soon. Ranky and Baby won't hurt
anymore or cry because of heart break or pain. Baby, we are finally
going to a place where we belong, bought and paid for by Christ
Himself.



Ranky was just a cotton
picker, put out of work by the new green machines that could pick
more cotton than Ranky. 

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Updated 20120608: Baby has been on dialysis 3 times and getting ready for surgery to remove brain tumor.  After dialysis Ranky can no longer use logic or get in bed with her to hold her head while Baby goes to sleep. Baby is afraid of leaving her family and doesn't want to do that; I asked Baby if she wanted me to pray for Baby verbally she said,"Yes". I asked Baby if she remember talking to Ranky about going home and our time of sharing, She said,"No". Ranky does not know if that was of the Lord, brain tumor, or her kidneys malfunctioning. After praying for Baby and then going back to my bed, I believe the Holy Spirit wanted me to go back to Baby and ask her a question. The question Ranky asked was"last week you were certain you were going to die, and now you have this strong desire to stay with your family, Where is that strong desire coming from?" I told her the Lord is Life and that is coming from the Holy Spirit of God, not from Satan and his demonic forces.  Baby stays on her ipad until she falls asleep from exhaustion. Ranky did go back an hour later to check on her; Baby was asleep and is still sleeping at 11:10am.Ranky won't awaken her until mid evening. Ranky must sleep also, those wee hour morning sessions are draining me, but the Lord will renew and refresh me.



  









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Rank & the Bonanza Gold Treasure (not this time)



"One Person's Junk is another Person's Treasure" Maybe/Maybe Not?
///
“There is no hair growing on this story." - Gerald Mann
(Meaning the events are true and the character is Ranky)
///
Another day and another walk. I was on my street in the subdivision. Not very far into my walk on my street, another pile of junk on the side of the road. Does this pile of junk contain the "Bonanza Gold". I doubted anything worthy in this pile of junk. Half empty coke bottles, strings of cord, and plastic cord.

I begin to dig into the pile of junk. I fished out a hammer, well worn, but a worthy hammer. I fished out another hammer, I had not seen a hammer shaped like this one. Interesting, worn but a worthy hammer. I kept fishing. As the time past quickly, I had four well worn hammers, but worthy as "Bonanza Gold".

Did I tell you about the Latinos putting a roof on the house where the trash pile was stacked? The silence was deafening, the hammering on the roof had stopped.
I looked up the Latinos were all looking at me with their arms crossed , just standing and gazing steadfastly at me.

 The thought occurred to me. These could be the Latinos hammers and they do not know trash on the road is game for anyone and the trash truck. I explained to them the rules concerning why I could dig though the trash and take the hammers. No response from the Latinos. I asked, "Do these hammers belong to any of you?" A voice from one of the Latinos said,"Those are my hammers".

I thought what would happen if I just ran up the street with the hammers. Well, I did think of the possibilities. I came to the conclusion the best response was to drop the hammers back into the trash one by one until all four hammers were in the trash.

I did drop the hammers one by one into the trash with all Latino eyes upon me. I turned and commenced to continue my walk up the street. I noticed the hammering on the roof had begun once again.
"One Person's Junk is another Person's Treasure."  No, not this time. No, "Bonanza Gold".








Ranky & the Bonanza Gold Treasure



"One Person's Junk is another Person's Treasure" Maybe/Maybe Not?
///
“There is no hair growing on this story." - Gerald Mann
(Meaning the events are true and Ranky was the character.)
///
            On my daily walk, I noticed a garage sale at a certain house, on this day; I was not even curious. I kept walking. The next day, I noticed several boxes of trash on the side of the road for trash pickup at this certain house.
            On this day, I was curious. A treasure is called the "Bonanza Gold" by me. On the surface, just another pile of junk, but curiosity moved me to begin digging into the junk pile with my hands. Sometimes, one has to work hard for the "Bonanza Gold".
            Deep within the junk pile, I found several unused candles. The candles were similar to those my wife bought and used. There were just too many candles for me to carry back in my hands. Lo and Behold, there was an empty box in the junk pile. Just right, "I like it when the lack of planning comes together." - Ranky
            So, I loaded all the unused candles into the empty box. Was this the "Bonanza  Gold". Only time would tell. The determining factor would be SweetCakes, my wife. When I arrived home after my walk, with hopefully, the "Bonanza Gold", I asked SweetCakes to inspect my find of unused candles.
           This was the test: Is this the "Bonanza Gold" or just some more junk brought home? I would soon know by the rise of SweetCakes eyebrows, if her eyebrows went up her forehead, then it's junk.
            My anticipation was rising as I awaited SweetCakes's reaction. Did I bring home the "Bonanza Gold" or just junk.  I let go of a deep sigh. SweetCakes' eyes lit up and she begin to smile as a mule eating saw briars. My friends, I had brought home the "Bonanza Gold". If SweetCakes is happy, then I'm happy, and every one else is happy.
            Yes, this time "One person's junk became another's treasure."









Ranky & The Thermos Bottle



“There is some hair growing on this story." - Gerald Mann
(Meaning some embellishment to the entire joke.)
///
    Ranky was in a hardware store just wandering around and window shopping. Something caught his eye. Ranky does ask a lot of questions, so he is going to ask about this something. He asked, "The clerk concerning the something, what is it?" The clerk replied, "A thermos bottle." Ranky wanted to know more.  "A thermos bottle, What does it do?" The clerk replied, "The thermos bottle keeps the things you place inside it hot or cold."
Now, Ranky had to have one of those, so Ranky bought the thermos bottle.
    Ranky was so excited about the thermos bottle which would keep things hot and cold. He could not wait to show his new thermos bottle at work.
    Ranky wanted his boss to know, first of all. Ranky asked, "Do you know what I have, I bought it new?" His boss said, "You have a thermos bottle." That hurt Ranky's feelings some, because Ranky thought he just might be the first kid on the block with a thermos bottle.
    Ranky just kept hammering his boss concerning his new thermos bottle. Finally, his boss asked Ranky,"What do you have in your thermos bottle?"  Ranky said,"My thermos bottle keeps hot things hot and cold things cold." My thermos bottle is out of this world. I have two popsicles and a cup of hot coffee in my thermos bottle.








Ranky & the Little Old Church Lady



“There is some hair growing on this story." - Gerald Mann
(Meaning some embellishment to create a proper end of story, but the preceding events prior to the end of the story are true and the character is Ranky.)
///
   My feet and legs dance  when I'm not medicated, sometimes the medication does nothing. The condition is Restless Leg Syndrome (RLS).

Today at church, I  asked The lady with whom I sat, Could I pull my sandals off, I have  peripheral neuropathy and I cannot stand anything touching my  feet. You know how kind, these old church ladies are, nothing bothers  them. She said sure, just go ahead and be comfortable.

Later into the  service as I begin to earth quaking (Legs and feet dancing), I said, I can't  be still. I will move somewhere else.You know how nice old church ladies  are, she said," You are just fine where you are, that doesn't bother me." 

Earth quaking is a name my oldest grandson gave, when I began to shake  the table one day. We were on Sand Mtn at a Xmas function, He said in a deep  gruff voice, where is the earthquake?  My son pointed to me. He  said, OK, deep voice. Laughed because he knew it was me or his mom, she has  fibro and does the earth quaking sometimes, also.

              Back to the nice old church lady, it was beginning to be  rough seas for her, the shaking was so bad. I said, "I will move to an  empty bench, this is too much for you to bear."
     She opened her mouth, to assure me all  was well, you know how nice old church ladies are. But the earth quaking  caused her false teeth to fall on the floor. She picked the teeth up, wiped  them off with tisssue, put the teeth back in her mouth, I don't think she  grinned or winked at me, and then she moved.

     I can never figure out these  nice old church ladies, but I do love them for lying to make you feel good  and God does, too. God doesn't like lying, but I'm betting they get a pass on  this one, maybe a reward, also.

      I love going to church, seems there is always  something exciting happening around me. I do wonder about that.
             Did I tell about the time  probably less than 6 months ago? I was teaching the Abundant Life Sunday  School class. 

Somehow, the discussion headed toward the Trinity of God, which I believe. I told  them, if I had a God that I could explain, I would be as smart as He was. I  don't need a god like that, I need help. And I will NOT attempt to explain  the Trinity in this class. Instantly, the power went out. Everyone laughed,  and a small low voice in the class, it was guy, who may have been afraid,  said; you ought to explain the Trinity. I gave it my best shot, but the power  stayed off until the morning worship service was almost  over.

            I got home and then  ate and happened to find some chess pie, it's mostly sugar as you know. Sugar  SPINS ME UP and sets my tongue free. Sometimes, it's fun for those present.  Some of the ladies at work used to feed me sweet cakes and chocolate stuff,  after they learned they could get a low-budget comedian for the price of a few desserts.








Ranky's Unusal Golf Driving Range Experience



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“There is no hair growing on this story." - Gerald Mann
(Meaning the events are true and Ranky was the character.)
///
Typically, hitting a bucket of golf balls is fun and non eventful. Ranky took the next to last hitting slot on the driving range. Ranky was hitting the golf balls well . I have to wonder "what am I doing wrong?"

A 25-30 year old black guy, who looked the part of a golfer, took the last hitting slot on the driving range next to me. I watched him out of the corner of my eye. He actually missed the first few golf balls he attempted to hit. He had a nice set of clubs and shoes, I knew he was a golfer, but today was not his day. Maybe, it was not my day, either.

The black guy was improving, he was actually making contact with the golf ball. But, the balls were rolling slowly on the ground in front of me.  He was getting better and better.
The golf balls were gaining more and more speed, but were slithering across the ground with 2-4 feet in front of me. I was becoming concerned for my safety.

How can someone hit a golf ball straight from their side verses down range in front of them? He kept hitting and talking to himself and the balls kept coming at a higher velocity and with the same flight path in front of me. How do I handle this, I don't want to die on the driving range and I don't want to quit?

I stepped back, laughing asked him, am I in danger here, do I need to be concerned with my personal safety? He laughed and said, " I hope not, I really don't know what's happened to my swing."

My concentration is gone, I can't hit golf balls when thinking I could be hit by a flying missile at any time. I said, " I will step back and watch you hit your golf balls." I did this. I suggested to him to step 6-8 inches laterally closer to the ball and then see "What happens."

He took my suggestion and his golf balls started flying straight down the middle. Sometimes, it helps to know some golf tips. Knowing golf tips, may just save your life on the driving range. Ranky thinks the golf tips may have saved his life or kept him from serious injury that day.










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