Wednesday, April 16, 2008


About a couple of months ago in the daytime, HL came toward the house from our pond ... which is only about 9 acres away ... but with a couple of curves and plenty of weeds, you cannot see the house until you are about 4 acres closer. As he rounded the last curve, he saw an ambulance at our front door, with the lights going ... but no siren and rushed to see what was going on. >>>It was when I had vertigo so bad.<<<
Two EMTs were in the cab, doing paper work on a clipboard. Our front door was closed, but from my computer room, I cannot see the driveway, much less who was at the front door. However, they assured them that they had NOT knocked yet. ***Good thing it was not an urgent 911 call.*** So then he had to go to the back door; maybe a minute more than if the front door was unlocked. He came in, slamming the door and hollering for me.
Imagine his surprise when I was looking into the kitchen ... and he can see me after about 4 or 5 steps toward the sink. I could not 'figger' out what all the hallow-ba-looooo was.
Well, I was on line; so no one could have used my internet line to dial out. They were satisfied with seeing me ... and knowing there was no emergency. But they claimed the call came from 3187 ... and that was impossible, we assured them
Now, on Monday night (4/15; around 1:30 am); BAM, BAM, BAM ... AND ... it was NOT Emeril. HL said 'be quiet' and took his pistol and went into the living room. BAM, BAM AND BAMBAMMMMM. They were determined to wake someone.
He said 'who is it?' and as the voice came back 'sheriff dept' ... I saw one of them step up on the bottom step and could see his patch on his shirt sleeve. I could also see the legs of one of them on the porch. I told HL that ... so he opened the door slightly, with his pistol hanging down at his side, but where it could be seen. Needless to say, he was being cautious; but still, wanted to be ready if the voice outside was lying. >>>They could have prevented all that anxiety by having their whirling lights on ... but only had on their headlights and there were 3 guys ... each in their own car. 'What is the emergency' was from the guy on the porch.
HL said 'I do not know what you are talking about.' About that time, someone saw the gun in his hand at the same time that he realized the uniforms and the cars were real.
The guy on the porch said 'I do not blame you; I would not have opened my door without my gun in hand.' They chatted a bit; 'do you have a computer' ... and I explained ... a laptop that I always turn off ... and since I get into several bank accounts (all with the padlock; but I am still leary about this new fangled gadgets) I always unplug the phone line. ;-) Yep, I do.
Sooooooooo your guess is as good as mine. We still do not know why or how that phone call was made. HL thinks it was our address but in Westlake (70669 instead of our 70663 because we get their mail and they get ours). Sissy and I think it was one of the many computers under the communication tower. Will probably never know. But if it happens again, I am going to be a lotttttttt more curious ... and ask a lot of questions.
For now; GOD IS GOOD ... ALWAYS; AND IN ALL WAYS. (Yes, we both thought it was bad news about Ricki or one of his boys [Daniel works nights] ... we praise our Sweet Jesus ... that it was just a glitizzzzz in some machine. DIEU TE BENISSE!!!

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Ricki is stable; but no where near release

Merci for all the prayers for our son, Ricki who is stable but not getting any better ... and for all of those who do not know ... a six day hospital stay for a triple by-pass has extended to a month and 4 days. (Surgery 3/11 ... and he now has a staph infection ... had two more surgeries and is his chest is laid open so they can clean the bacteria out a couple of times a day.) Any and all prayers are deeply appreciated. And I can be reached on this website ...
macilehooperlejeune. com DIEU TE BENISSE!!! Cajun Sissy Macile

Sunday, April 13, 2008


HL left just before the Mass came on EWTN. I thought; watch it and let it take you out of yourself and the 'why, me/us/our family' mode. Praying always helps. NOPE!
Ricki came back from surgery around 3 am; held back because a 13 year old had a farm accident and they were trying to save his arm. Pray for him and his family.
At 10:30 this morning, R was resting ... still knocked out ... so he could get some strength back into his tired body. And he will probably have to go on dialysis.
I just got off the phone with Trudy; he is resting, in isolation and wanting her beside him every time he wakes up. They cannot sedate him too much; his b/p falls too low. And we know what could happen. His dr give the worst case secernio because he says if he sugar-coats the facts and then the patient almost dies or does die ... the family is hurt worse. I believe that and so does Trudy. We want to know the worst that can happen ... and then pray for better outcome. As if GOD does not already know how we love Ricki and want him well and home.
So Mama (me) is looking for strength of mind and soul; and >>>that will happen as I read the reading of the Mass along with the lector ... and listen to the sermon. NOPE!!!
I have always feared ... (get this now) ... the 23rd Psalm. ***The Lord is my Shepherd***. What's to fear? THE TRUTH IS THE TRUTH; HE is our Shepherd; He will steer (herd) us right ... as long as we are willing to follow the TRUTH.
But I always associate it with sympathy cards. When my mom had her thyroids removed ... I was writing to our troops in Vietnam. I went to see her about an hour after learning that one of my favorite guys had been killed. And there on her table beside her bed ... a beautiful get well card ... with ... yep; the 23rd Psalm.
Father Dominic said Mass; and what a homily. (Pay attention, Dean; he could be your big brother ... so take care of your hair. ;-) He said >>>Jesus is the Main Shepherd; Pope next in line (although part of the flock); then Bishops, priests ... on down the line (all part of the flock; but leaders also; even us ... who have no title except laity); we should lead all we meet to the Truth; always evangelizing.<<<
Take heed; my kith and kin; and new readers. 'Much is expected to whom much is given.' I keep saying 'Jesus, I trust in YOU'. When will I start to believe and act upon that; and show some 'gratitude'. DIEU TE BENISSE!!!


'Be specific' Sissy always says. Soooo, Sweet Jesus and Blessed Mother Mary, Undoer of Knots ... please make this the last knot that needs your attention. Help his stomac heal; his kidneys to start functioning normally; and get rid of this infection so he can come home to all of us that miss him so much; especially little Riley. FOR THIS AND ALL OUR OTHER PRAYERS, WE PLEAD THE PRECIOUS BLOOD OF JESUS; REIGN DOWN ON OUR SON ... IN THE NAME OF CHRIST JESUS ... OUR FATHER AND THE HOLY SPIRIT, FOREVER AND EVER, AMEN. DIEU TE BENISSE!!!

Thursday, April 10, 2008


AND ... I am not afraid that it has anything to do with Ricki; I turned that over to GOD several days ago. I just have this wierd feeling today. Yes, I prayed and prayed. NOW ... Sweet Jesus and Blessed Mother Mary, Undoer of Knots ... bring my heart and soul back in line with both of you; and St. Dymphna ... clear my mind of these thoughts (am sure old red leggs is laughing out loud .... 'got cha' he is saying). NOPE ... gonna beat this one ... with the help of Blessed Mother Teresa of Calcutta; St. Therese; St. Teresa; St. Rita of Cascia ... and St. Jude ... yes, I was a hopeless case until I prayed. DIEU TE BENISSE!!!

Wednesday, April 9, 2008


After Trudy called me while we were at the eye dr office, I started saying Hail Marys … with Mary, Undoer of Knots … please take care of him. And, of course, there were plenty of please to JESUS, in your Divine Mercy.
Six hours later, I was standing next to our fridge, where there is space on the counter between the microwave, toaster and toaster oven. I was making me a bologna sandwich for supper.
And like a loud bull horn in a riot … I almost heard (out loud, but only in my mind) … Blessed Mother Teresa of Calcutta, please help.
That was all of my prayer. Less than 2 hours later, Trudy called. The cardiac surgeon came by with his senior surgery resident. He announced … ‘no surgery’. Ricki and Trudy were stunned.
‘NO need (right now) for surgery; your fever is down; your cultures are getting better and better’. >>>Of course, I cried out in joy. Trudy’s voice was also shaky; and HL was wiping tears from his cheeks. Ohe, Sweet Jesus; merci beaucoup plus et plus.<<< And merci for your praying also.