10 Commandments of Love, Part 1

Ever wish you could recapture all the wise words your mother and grandmother told you?  Words that meant nothing to you until later years in life, but ones that you always kept note of.  Comical character MaRed Walker takes you back down memory lane.  She could be anybody’s grandmother, the lady next door or the woman down the street.  Either way, you’ll laugh and you’ll cry as her wise words execute judgment on wrongdoers while soothing the spirit of the weary.  She gives wisdom that teaches moral and truth, as well as, touch the very core of your soul.

ISBN: 978-0-9765879-4-1
Price: $13.95

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Lazy Love Don’t Live Here Anymore

Why do you think some men can’t act right when they find a woman who wants something out of life? Some of those jokers quit their jobs when they find out she has a good one or just lay back and stop working overtime.  And to top that off, if they’re unemployed, they stop looking altogether.  They start doing things like making a hustle or trying to start a business that they don’t know anything about, knowing doggone well it’s going to fail.  But they do it anyway.  Yes they do.

My grandmother used to always tell my mama, and I think she was talking about my daddy when she said it, that a lazy man works harder than a working man any day of the week.  At the time, that didn’t make sense to me, but lately it makes all the sense in the world.  It takes more energy to dodge work than it does to do it.

I still can’t believe how trifling some men are!  Their woman is out there working like a Hebrew slave, and these sorry excuses for a man want to take it easy. What’s wrong with them? I’ll tell you what it is; they want to do the role reversal thing—be the woman and stay at home and keep the house.  To be honest with you, I’ve never seen a house that needed babysitting. Have you? Places that have huge investments like museums and jewelry stores have alarms and plenty of insurance.  Now, that’s the babysitter right there.

I can count my husband, Mike Ramsey, among those trifling men.  His daddy ran off with another woman when he was little, and his mama didn’t have enough sense to run behind him and make him take care of his responsibilities.  Talked about if he didn’t want to do it, she wasn’t going to make him.  Now, isn’t that the dumbest thing you ever heard?  How many men want responsibility anyway?  None that I know of.  My mama said when they see it coming, they lace up those shiny Stacy Adams shoes and run like hell, faster than a scalded dog.  So, his silly mama worked and took care of him with no help.  I believe hard work along with a hard-headed child killed her. Mike was twelve when his mama died.

My husband, Mike, told me, “Hard work killed my mama, but it ain’t gonna kill me.”

Now he wasn’t lying about that.  How could something kill you, if you didn’t ever do it?  Well, to be honest with you, I don’t know what killed his mama, but I know I’m sick and tired of taking care of a grown man. My mama told me that love was a good thing, but I couldn’t live off love alone.  Now that’s the truth.  You see house rent, light, gas, water, and food won’t wait.  It takes dead presidents like Grant, Franklin, Jackson and McKinley on green paper to keep bill collectors happy, and they weren’t coming threw my door often enough!