Well hello strangers! Boy have I missed you guys and I have soooo much to tell! What have I been up to lately? Well let's see...I took a strange road trip with a friend. It involved gorillas and a giant bird. I knew you wouldn't believe me so I took pictures! No we were NOT sampling mushrooms from the pastures as we drove through the countryside! I joined a local gym. Decided it was time to kill the fat woman that ate me .And you know what? You can sell me an alarm, you can call out your dogs, you can fence in your yard, you can call all the cards but I won't back down, no no I won't back down! I know I'm still in there but I'm tired of looking at the strange fat woman when I pass a window or look in a mirror. Besides I love to shop and this way I can buy for me and not HER!
Which brings me to this question. Have you ever wondered what others were listening to while working out? Look across the room the next time and look at their faces. Try to figure it out. I like to listen to music that makes me move. You know I probably have a couple of screws loose up in my head but hey in the end I'll be the Real Slim Donna won't I! Well at least when I hit the nursing home I'll still be able to flirt. lol
You know you only get one chance in the life to do it right and if you are really lucky you get a second chance. Well this is my second maybe even my third chance and I'm going to do it right this time. So I lose myself in the music, the moment, to own it and pound all the anger and frustrations I can out. So far it's working. I'm paying the pied piper. You can do anything you set your mind to you know.....
So I go to the gym Saturday thru Sunday Monday I go the rest of the week too. Some days I work til I collapse...almost but it's worth it! You just have to find that inner strength to go on and not stop. So with that being said I'm off to the gym my dears and if you haven't figured out what I listen to when I work out.....well here's another hint......Two trailer park girls go 'round the outside, 'round the outside, 'round the outside!
Bet you didn't see that coming from a 50 year old woman did you? Well you just never know.......til the smoke clears out, the roof comes off, I will not fall, I will stand tall!
Thoughts
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
It's Still Filled With Helium After 5 months.....
Well my dears it has been quite a hectic week for me or should a say a jumble of days....Anywho, as I set here writing to you I notice this balloon I have still filled with helium. A pretty balloon, yellow with pink and blue polka dots on it. It's also has flowers and a butterfly on it. My son gave it to me. I still have the dozen red roses he gave me too. They're dried up now but I saved them. They were the first he ever gave me. I also have the first shoes he ever wore, the first tooth he lost and his first report card. It reads S S S....he was a satisfactory child. I found a picture of him the other day. It was taken when he was playing basketball as a thirteen year old. It happens to be one of my favorite pictures of him. You can see how hard he is concentrating on getting that perfect shot.
When he was around the age of 5 or 6 he had a fantastic imagination. Many a day I would ask who he was playing with and he would answer. "I'm playing with my son". "Your son?" I'd answer with a laugh. "How did you get a son? Did you get married?" And so seriously he would look at me and say, "NO mama, I don't need a wife, I have a son." and go back to playing basketball. Sometimes I would set on the back steps and watch him play with his imaginary friends. "Who are you playing with today son?" I would ask. "Scottie Pippen and Michael Jordan" he would reply. Never missing a basket he would continue playing. Everyday he played basketball. I watched his white blond curls change to brown buzz cuts and noticed one day his feet and hands looked way to large for his small body. I told the hubs our son was growing up.
In one year alone I watched him grow 9 inches! I watched his feet grow 3 sizes and my pocketbook shrink trying to keep up with him. Something happened that summer, his son disappeared or he ran away. At any rate he didn't play with him anymore and I was kinda sad to see this happen. I also noticed Scottie Pippen and Michael Jordan quit coming around so much and by the time school started again they were no where to be found. He now had new friends. Friends I didn't like. Friends that changed his personality, causing him to be angry all the time. All of a sudden he wanted to hang with an older crowd instead of being my Friday night date. No more going to dinner with mom on Friday night when he could hang with the 8th and 9th graders after school. And girls were starting to notice him.
High School was a nightmare for me. I could have kissed the principal himself the day he graduated. I must have been the happiest mother in the world. I managed to live through what I thought were the worst years of my life. I keep telling myself it will get better. It must get better. It has to get better! Doesn't it?
I look at my own family history and it seems the boys in our family struggle the hardest to make a stand in this world. Why I do not know. I know the girls struggle too however we tend to settle down a lot easier and quicker when left alone. Boys.....I don't know. I see some who never really stay between the lines. They just hover somewhere near the outer rim just waiting for what? Approval? Some kind of stamp that declares they are men? Or could it be the love of a good woman? What? Is a mother's love not good enough? Sometimes I think a mother's love is worn out long before that special woman comes along. Maybe it is best if we just leave them alone to fine their own way in this world.
So as I look up at this balloon with it's flowers and butterfly printed on it, I know one thing is for sure. I may struggle daily with my son to find that common ground, that peace of mind but the love I have for him goes deep. Deeper than he will ever know. I also know the love he has for me goes just as deep.
When he was around the age of 5 or 6 he had a fantastic imagination. Many a day I would ask who he was playing with and he would answer. "I'm playing with my son". "Your son?" I'd answer with a laugh. "How did you get a son? Did you get married?" And so seriously he would look at me and say, "NO mama, I don't need a wife, I have a son." and go back to playing basketball. Sometimes I would set on the back steps and watch him play with his imaginary friends. "Who are you playing with today son?" I would ask. "Scottie Pippen and Michael Jordan" he would reply. Never missing a basket he would continue playing. Everyday he played basketball. I watched his white blond curls change to brown buzz cuts and noticed one day his feet and hands looked way to large for his small body. I told the hubs our son was growing up.
In one year alone I watched him grow 9 inches! I watched his feet grow 3 sizes and my pocketbook shrink trying to keep up with him. Something happened that summer, his son disappeared or he ran away. At any rate he didn't play with him anymore and I was kinda sad to see this happen. I also noticed Scottie Pippen and Michael Jordan quit coming around so much and by the time school started again they were no where to be found. He now had new friends. Friends I didn't like. Friends that changed his personality, causing him to be angry all the time. All of a sudden he wanted to hang with an older crowd instead of being my Friday night date. No more going to dinner with mom on Friday night when he could hang with the 8th and 9th graders after school. And girls were starting to notice him.
High School was a nightmare for me. I could have kissed the principal himself the day he graduated. I must have been the happiest mother in the world. I managed to live through what I thought were the worst years of my life. I keep telling myself it will get better. It must get better. It has to get better! Doesn't it?
I look at my own family history and it seems the boys in our family struggle the hardest to make a stand in this world. Why I do not know. I know the girls struggle too however we tend to settle down a lot easier and quicker when left alone. Boys.....I don't know. I see some who never really stay between the lines. They just hover somewhere near the outer rim just waiting for what? Approval? Some kind of stamp that declares they are men? Or could it be the love of a good woman? What? Is a mother's love not good enough? Sometimes I think a mother's love is worn out long before that special woman comes along. Maybe it is best if we just leave them alone to fine their own way in this world.
So as I look up at this balloon with it's flowers and butterfly printed on it, I know one thing is for sure. I may struggle daily with my son to find that common ground, that peace of mind but the love I have for him goes deep. Deeper than he will ever know. I also know the love he has for me goes just as deep.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Hands
Well my dears it has been a busy late summer for me let me tell ya! The Chosen One left his puppy here with me. How's that working for me you say? NOT TOO GOOD! I have decided I don't want anymore animals here! Every 3 hours he was walked, fed, watered, petted, loved, yucked. Yes yucked. Remember now I'm the CAT LADY not the DOG LADY OK?
So since I know you are not interested in yuck I thought I would write you a little story. So here's my story, let me know what you think!
HANDS
I watch her hands as she kneeds the dough and gives it a punch. "One last time" she says, "that's the secret." she says. With a giggle she adds, "That and my big toe!" She scatters the flour across the counter and begins to roll out her dough. "Now don't you go telling everybody about my big toe, Donna!" Grandma just grins that funny little grin only she can do. "They might think I didn't wash it this morning!" again she giggles. I love watching her hands as she works. You would think after all these years she would slow down but nothing seems to slow her pace not even her approaching 93rd birthday.
"Grandma? What are you doing for your birthday this year?" I ask.
"Why Donna, you know I haven't the foggest notion! They don't tell me nothing til it happens! I just show up and there you have it! Suits me just fine." She scurries around the kitchen looking for her pans.
"Gotta get these rolls over there in the sun so they can Rise, Rise, Rise! Won't they just be so good?" she asks.
"Yes Grandma, they always are!" I reply. She carefully places them one by one on the black metal pan and covers them with a dishcloth. "Ok, that's done." she declares. "Now let me wash my hands and grab my key and we can go see Aunt Pat! You want to take me to see Aunt Pat?"
I watch her fingers button her sweater and with a twinkle in her eye she tells me where every key she has to her house is hidden. Why so many I ask.
"Because I can't seem to keep up with my key. Now I've lost them all but this one and the one in the old oak tree. I need to get your Uncle Glenn to make me some more keys. You know time was you could leave your house unlocked and stay gone. Come back and everything was as it was when you left. Now days you better lock down everything or they just might dig it up!" she replied looking sad as she told me. I help her into the tomato car and off we go!
We take the back roads which in my opinion are always best. I like the winding-twisting-never-know-whats-around-the-bend roads. Thats where I hear and feel things the most. I think that people today have lost touch with themselves and their surroundings by taking the fast way. Sometimes it is necessary to take that fast road but whenever I can I choose the later thank you.
We talk about her childhood and what it was like growing up in Harmony. She tells me what kind of crops her daddy grew, the many quilts her mama and grandma made but most of all I hear the pride in her voice as she tells me about her family. How working with their hands meant so much to her, to them and that it was a way of life for everyone. I listen to her tell me about her siblings when they were growing up on a farm. I learn that my Uncle Arzie was quite the rascal and my Uncle Carl could turn a girl's eye. I grew up as one of the beautiful Phillips' girls. On this day I learned that my grandmother was known far and wide in the Brushy Mountains as one of the Hodgson Beauties. No small wonder why my grandfather traveled into those hills to find her!
Our first stop is always Uncle Carl's house but this time we can't get anyone awake. We decide to head on over to Aunt Pat's instead. But before we leave we spot some wild turkeys my great-aunt has been feeding. Of course the dogs are barking and Grandma is banging on the door to no avail, still they won't come to the door so finally we load up the tomato car and head over to Aunt Pat's. Only took one knock and Aunt Pat swung open the door. As always she acts surprise to see us and pulls us inside where it is warm. It always amazes me how small her house is getting. I mean everytime I go up there the house is smaller than the last time I was there. Funny how that happens. But yet everything looks the same. I leave them to talk about what only sisters need to talk about. I wander around the property snapping pictures of old buildings and whatnot. Thinking about my ancestors and how different this land must have looked to them. I wander over to the family cemetary and pay my respects to my great great great grandparents. It's so quiet, so peaceful. I could just sit for hours and perhaps never leave. After a bit I wander back inside to find Grandma.
"Are you ready to go?" she asks. "Your Aunt Pat is tired." Hugs and Kisses are passed around and off we go down the hill, past Uncle Carl's house. I ask, "Do you want to stop and see if they are home?" "No, they are probably off with her son somewhere." she says.
"Where do you want to go now Grandma?" I ask.
"Let's go home and eat a yeast roll. You wanna go eat a yeast roll?" she looks at me, waiting for my answer.
"Of course I do! After all they are the best Grandma." I reply.
We drive in silence for awhile, watching the road as we go. After a bit she asks me if I have ever tried to make her yeast rolls. I laugh and say that I have but they were only fit for roofing tiles and hockey pucks. She thinks that's funny and tells me I'm silly that I must be doing something wrong. I agree and tell her where I went wrong was trying to copy her! That I gave up a long time ago. I just buy them all ready to bake now. I tell her I don't have the hands for it like she does.
"Well Practice, Practice, Practice! Your Aunt Kathi makes them pretty close to mine." she smiles. She knows everyone in the family has tried to make her yeast rolls to no avail!
I notice her hands are digging in her pockets searching for something. I asked her if she lost something and she looks up at me with those blue eyes twinkling.
"How do you feel about climbing that old oak tree?" she asks.
So since I know you are not interested in yuck I thought I would write you a little story. So here's my story, let me know what you think!
HANDS
I watch her hands as she kneeds the dough and gives it a punch. "One last time" she says, "that's the secret." she says. With a giggle she adds, "That and my big toe!" She scatters the flour across the counter and begins to roll out her dough. "Now don't you go telling everybody about my big toe, Donna!" Grandma just grins that funny little grin only she can do. "They might think I didn't wash it this morning!" again she giggles. I love watching her hands as she works. You would think after all these years she would slow down but nothing seems to slow her pace not even her approaching 93rd birthday.
"Grandma? What are you doing for your birthday this year?" I ask.
"Why Donna, you know I haven't the foggest notion! They don't tell me nothing til it happens! I just show up and there you have it! Suits me just fine." She scurries around the kitchen looking for her pans.
"Gotta get these rolls over there in the sun so they can Rise, Rise, Rise! Won't they just be so good?" she asks.
"Yes Grandma, they always are!" I reply. She carefully places them one by one on the black metal pan and covers them with a dishcloth. "Ok, that's done." she declares. "Now let me wash my hands and grab my key and we can go see Aunt Pat! You want to take me to see Aunt Pat?"
I watch her fingers button her sweater and with a twinkle in her eye she tells me where every key she has to her house is hidden. Why so many I ask.
"Because I can't seem to keep up with my key. Now I've lost them all but this one and the one in the old oak tree. I need to get your Uncle Glenn to make me some more keys. You know time was you could leave your house unlocked and stay gone. Come back and everything was as it was when you left. Now days you better lock down everything or they just might dig it up!" she replied looking sad as she told me. I help her into the tomato car and off we go!
We take the back roads which in my opinion are always best. I like the winding-twisting-never-know-whats-around-the-bend roads. Thats where I hear and feel things the most. I think that people today have lost touch with themselves and their surroundings by taking the fast way. Sometimes it is necessary to take that fast road but whenever I can I choose the later thank you.
We talk about her childhood and what it was like growing up in Harmony. She tells me what kind of crops her daddy grew, the many quilts her mama and grandma made but most of all I hear the pride in her voice as she tells me about her family. How working with their hands meant so much to her, to them and that it was a way of life for everyone. I listen to her tell me about her siblings when they were growing up on a farm. I learn that my Uncle Arzie was quite the rascal and my Uncle Carl could turn a girl's eye. I grew up as one of the beautiful Phillips' girls. On this day I learned that my grandmother was known far and wide in the Brushy Mountains as one of the Hodgson Beauties. No small wonder why my grandfather traveled into those hills to find her!
Our first stop is always Uncle Carl's house but this time we can't get anyone awake. We decide to head on over to Aunt Pat's instead. But before we leave we spot some wild turkeys my great-aunt has been feeding. Of course the dogs are barking and Grandma is banging on the door to no avail, still they won't come to the door so finally we load up the tomato car and head over to Aunt Pat's. Only took one knock and Aunt Pat swung open the door. As always she acts surprise to see us and pulls us inside where it is warm. It always amazes me how small her house is getting. I mean everytime I go up there the house is smaller than the last time I was there. Funny how that happens. But yet everything looks the same. I leave them to talk about what only sisters need to talk about. I wander around the property snapping pictures of old buildings and whatnot. Thinking about my ancestors and how different this land must have looked to them. I wander over to the family cemetary and pay my respects to my great great great grandparents. It's so quiet, so peaceful. I could just sit for hours and perhaps never leave. After a bit I wander back inside to find Grandma.
"Are you ready to go?" she asks. "Your Aunt Pat is tired." Hugs and Kisses are passed around and off we go down the hill, past Uncle Carl's house. I ask, "Do you want to stop and see if they are home?" "No, they are probably off with her son somewhere." she says.
"Where do you want to go now Grandma?" I ask.
"Let's go home and eat a yeast roll. You wanna go eat a yeast roll?" she looks at me, waiting for my answer.
"Of course I do! After all they are the best Grandma." I reply.
We drive in silence for awhile, watching the road as we go. After a bit she asks me if I have ever tried to make her yeast rolls. I laugh and say that I have but they were only fit for roofing tiles and hockey pucks. She thinks that's funny and tells me I'm silly that I must be doing something wrong. I agree and tell her where I went wrong was trying to copy her! That I gave up a long time ago. I just buy them all ready to bake now. I tell her I don't have the hands for it like she does.
"Well Practice, Practice, Practice! Your Aunt Kathi makes them pretty close to mine." she smiles. She knows everyone in the family has tried to make her yeast rolls to no avail!
I notice her hands are digging in her pockets searching for something. I asked her if she lost something and she looks up at me with those blue eyes twinkling.
"How do you feel about climbing that old oak tree?" she asks.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Ace of Puppy Toes
Well the Chosen One appeared on our doorstep the other day and as promised he was dragging his puppy behind him. So as I write you my dears I am watching this crazy crackhead dog plotting his next move. I swear I think he writes everything he learns down so he won't forget it! He has found our cats hiding places and hunts them down every chance he gets. He just wants to play with them but you can't tell their geriatric butts anything! They come dashing out from under the bed or out of a closet, all hair standing, screaming as they run to the next hiding place with Ace their tails. Have you ever seen a Persian can with hair standing on end? Quite a picture! It seems the cats have come to a truce and are getting along right now since they are hiding out together. I imagine Mo telling Deuce "You stay in your corner and I'll stay in mine." And Deuce replying "Who you telling what to do?" I suppose the fight will be on again real soon as they sit in the closet growling at each other for a good 10 minutes til they settle down. The Hubs says it's the lesser of two evils. I suppose so. I could put up with a growling cat a lot better than a dog wanting to rip my head off. Poor kitties! Now my house smells like fear, cat fur and sweaty dog.
Any who, the Chosen One has left his puppy with us for two weeks. Now normally I would just stake the dog outside and leave it there. Watering and feeding it when necessary. However, he has asked that we keep his puppy inside and not let it run loose. Have you ever tried to keep a crackhead pit bull puppy inside? How about take it for a walk? Good! Glad to see we are on the same page! Now you understand when I tell you my shoulders are KILLING ME!
So to fix that the Hubs bought a run to set up outside for the pup. He seems to like it til you attempt to go inside or walk to the front yard. Then he commences to scream his eyes out and lunges like someone is holding food out to a starving wild demon. He snorts and coughs and cries and carries on like no other dog I've ever seen! We hope he gets used to it soon. 'Cause that dog really needs to be outside and not inside.
And after the way they both smelled the last time he came home they can BOTH sleep outside!
We take him outside every 3 hours like clock work so he can do his business and chase butterflies. He likes chasing butterflies and eating ants. The ant thing just started today. He sniffs the ground and snorts til one pops out of the ground then he eats it and gos on til he finds another one.
Well my dears got to run and take the Ace of puppy tails out for his walk. You know I'm not sure who's getting trained here, me or him! Well that's the way I see it. Y'all have a blessed day!
Any who, the Chosen One has left his puppy with us for two weeks. Now normally I would just stake the dog outside and leave it there. Watering and feeding it when necessary. However, he has asked that we keep his puppy inside and not let it run loose. Have you ever tried to keep a crackhead pit bull puppy inside? How about take it for a walk? Good! Glad to see we are on the same page! Now you understand when I tell you my shoulders are KILLING ME!
So to fix that the Hubs bought a run to set up outside for the pup. He seems to like it til you attempt to go inside or walk to the front yard. Then he commences to scream his eyes out and lunges like someone is holding food out to a starving wild demon. He snorts and coughs and cries and carries on like no other dog I've ever seen! We hope he gets used to it soon. 'Cause that dog really needs to be outside and not inside.
And after the way they both smelled the last time he came home they can BOTH sleep outside!
We take him outside every 3 hours like clock work so he can do his business and chase butterflies. He likes chasing butterflies and eating ants. The ant thing just started today. He sniffs the ground and snorts til one pops out of the ground then he eats it and gos on til he finds another one.
Well my dears got to run and take the Ace of puppy tails out for his walk. You know I'm not sure who's getting trained here, me or him! Well that's the way I see it. Y'all have a blessed day!
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
News from The Hollibaugh Horror House
Well my dears it has been a week here at the Hollibaugh Horror House! Let me tell you a thing or two....first off the Chosen One showed up at the house with a DOG and a pretty little girl. She says he polite and she likes that sort of thing. Well he better be! His mama is a self respecting southern bred woman who wouldn't be caught dead going to town without every hair in place and her face on too! Much less even think of breeding a boy who was rude. Why those are cussing words in this neck of the woods! I remember a time when a boy being rude to a girl would earn him a black eye to say the least. So to hear those words almost sent to me saute again! But I stopped myself, didn't need to do all that when we had company, I could wait til later to bask in the memory, swirl it around like wine before you taste it!
And would you know in come bounding that DOG of the Chosen One's! So that pretty much ended my conversation with the pretty little girl. So she will be leaving tomorrow, headed back to Mass. Sure hope she comes back to see me. I say me because they are young and I try not to expect much these days. So maybe just maybe we will get to finish our conversation someday.
My free spirited child has alighted upon the branch outside out window and declared to all within hearing that her love has return from deployment today. We are all excited for her, actually we are thrilled beyond reason. So glad to finally see her smile for a change instead of snapping at us whenever we ask her a question. I'm sure her love will keep her busy for the next few days settling back into the routine of everyday things. Won't be long and she will be back and fluttering around spreading Joy everywhere she goes.
Not sure if I ever told you how I conceived my kids but here goes! If someone had a birthday party that I happened to attend be it my child or someone elses child and I held a newborn? I was sure to turn up pregnant by the end of the month. Now with that concept in mind I set the stage for my attack on the Angel Child and her hubs! Yep you guessed it! I staged a baby making party! I made sure the Angel Child held a baby at my great niece's 4th birthday party last Saturday! Yep sure did! And with a little luck I might get to be a grandma soon! Who knows! I figure if it don't work I'll have to get her hubs involved and you know whenever we get the hubs involved it never works out like we planned! Oh well we will just have to wait and see won't we?
Speaking of hubs.....Hubs #3 is recuperating from his ordeal this past weekend. I am sure by now you have heard about him running about the yard beating himself about the head and shoulders? You haven't? Well believe me it wasn't pretty....It was freaking hilarious! Yellow jackets were out in full force and man were they mad as hell too! Apparently the Hubs parked his lawn mover over the nest and well...you get the picture. So once the Hubs became aware of the intent of the yellow jackets he made a bee line (pun intended lol) for the pool, my beautiful crystal clear pool......
Yep you guessed it! Turned that B#&!% pea green in a matter of hours! It seems our wonderful hot humid southern dog days of summer has zapped my pool of chlorine. Add one city Hubs covered in fresh cut grass (including his green grass shoes) stir with the pool vacuum and you have algae! You also have me flopping around the pool tossing anything and everything chemical wise I have at it! Nothing I have here seems to work so finally I admit defeat and take my little water sample down to Wanda our local pool specialist.
With whimpering and sniffling noises threatening to break out at any second I hand her my sample. She runs the test, the whole time telling me how important it is to do this and do that and soon she is speaking Klingon to me or maybe Greek? So I end up buying 60 bucks of stuff and stumble on back to the house.
It's a 4 step process to get rid of crud. You first have to had 2lbs of this stuff and then zap it and then in a big bucket predissolve this other stuff and then squirt 14 ozs of this other stuff and then wait 4 hours and add another 2 lbs of this stuff. Oh yeah and stir in between each ingredient. Did I mention I'm tired now? Funny how that works out isn't it?
Well lo and behold, the dang thing turned crystal clear blue again and there was rejoicing in the land, the birds came out and sang! All the little animals came out to greet me! I swear I heard them say "Woman, you've been in the dang sun too long! Of course it was going to turn back to clear, that is why you spent 60 bucks right?"
And with that being said I really must let you know that's the way I see it! God Bless and take care til we meet again.
And would you know in come bounding that DOG of the Chosen One's! So that pretty much ended my conversation with the pretty little girl. So she will be leaving tomorrow, headed back to Mass. Sure hope she comes back to see me. I say me because they are young and I try not to expect much these days. So maybe just maybe we will get to finish our conversation someday.
My free spirited child has alighted upon the branch outside out window and declared to all within hearing that her love has return from deployment today. We are all excited for her, actually we are thrilled beyond reason. So glad to finally see her smile for a change instead of snapping at us whenever we ask her a question. I'm sure her love will keep her busy for the next few days settling back into the routine of everyday things. Won't be long and she will be back and fluttering around spreading Joy everywhere she goes.
Not sure if I ever told you how I conceived my kids but here goes! If someone had a birthday party that I happened to attend be it my child or someone elses child and I held a newborn? I was sure to turn up pregnant by the end of the month. Now with that concept in mind I set the stage for my attack on the Angel Child and her hubs! Yep you guessed it! I staged a baby making party! I made sure the Angel Child held a baby at my great niece's 4th birthday party last Saturday! Yep sure did! And with a little luck I might get to be a grandma soon! Who knows! I figure if it don't work I'll have to get her hubs involved and you know whenever we get the hubs involved it never works out like we planned! Oh well we will just have to wait and see won't we?
Speaking of hubs.....Hubs #3 is recuperating from his ordeal this past weekend. I am sure by now you have heard about him running about the yard beating himself about the head and shoulders? You haven't? Well believe me it wasn't pretty....It was freaking hilarious! Yellow jackets were out in full force and man were they mad as hell too! Apparently the Hubs parked his lawn mover over the nest and well...you get the picture. So once the Hubs became aware of the intent of the yellow jackets he made a bee line (pun intended lol) for the pool, my beautiful crystal clear pool......
Yep you guessed it! Turned that B#&!% pea green in a matter of hours! It seems our wonderful hot humid southern dog days of summer has zapped my pool of chlorine. Add one city Hubs covered in fresh cut grass (including his green grass shoes) stir with the pool vacuum and you have algae! You also have me flopping around the pool tossing anything and everything chemical wise I have at it! Nothing I have here seems to work so finally I admit defeat and take my little water sample down to Wanda our local pool specialist.
With whimpering and sniffling noises threatening to break out at any second I hand her my sample. She runs the test, the whole time telling me how important it is to do this and do that and soon she is speaking Klingon to me or maybe Greek? So I end up buying 60 bucks of stuff and stumble on back to the house.
It's a 4 step process to get rid of crud. You first have to had 2lbs of this stuff and then zap it and then in a big bucket predissolve this other stuff and then squirt 14 ozs of this other stuff and then wait 4 hours and add another 2 lbs of this stuff. Oh yeah and stir in between each ingredient. Did I mention I'm tired now? Funny how that works out isn't it?
Well lo and behold, the dang thing turned crystal clear blue again and there was rejoicing in the land, the birds came out and sang! All the little animals came out to greet me! I swear I heard them say "Woman, you've been in the dang sun too long! Of course it was going to turn back to clear, that is why you spent 60 bucks right?"
And with that being said I really must let you know that's the way I see it! God Bless and take care til we meet again.
Monday, August 9, 2010
That Loud Ripping Noise
Well, the DOG has arrived and let me tell you he came in here like a Cat.5 Hurricane! All legs and looking for food, he will definitely be a force to reckon with when he grows up! Loves the Chosen One that is for sure and follows him around everywhere he goes. And as far as this mother is concerned that is a good thing.
The Chosen One needs a dog like I need a hole in my head. Ok I know I already have a few of those but this dog might be a good thing for him who knows! I do know one thing is for sure, the first time I have to feed him, bathe him or buy his meds, take him to the vet or replace anything he has destroyed he is out of here! What did the Chosen One have to say to that? Well let's just say he didn't like the idea but once we informed him he could go with the DOG he seemed to understand a little better!
As for the rest of our four legged demons that call this place home, well to say they freaked out upon learning of their new room mate would be the understatement of the year. To say they are still under the box spring of my bed would be a better statement. Honestly I had no idea our black Persian cat could make her hair stand on end like that and if I did I would have done this a loooonnnnnggg time ago! lol
Ringo our 4 month old gray/white domestic was the first to meet the DOG. He stood his ground for a few seconds til he realized that he was little and Ace the dog was BIG. Ringo would hiss and growl and his hair stood on end. Ace would bark and jump ......That's when Ringo took flight and ran under my bed. That's when that ripping noise began. Next came our calico neurotic cat, you know the one who lives either above the fridge or under the bed? Well she took one look and no one has seen her since....been all day now....we'll probably find her body under the free spirited daughters belongings dried up someday.... But when Mo saw the DOG well folks that was priceless! Yep priceless I tell you! She took her own sweet time coming out to see what was all the ruckus about but finally she drug her geriatric self out of the our closet and into the living room only to perform her astounding act of making 6 inches of hair stand on end! You it's funny how you never have a camera handy when you need it....
Needless to say that's when that ripping noise really started under my bed. That ripping noise turned out to be the underlay of our box spring. Oh well now the cats have a place they can go and hide. And Ace has a place he can stick his head under and bark. Boy, Hubs is gonna love this on graveyard....
Well folks not sure about the rest of them but I can say that's they way I see it. So until we meet again, God bless you all!
The Chosen One needs a dog like I need a hole in my head. Ok I know I already have a few of those but this dog might be a good thing for him who knows! I do know one thing is for sure, the first time I have to feed him, bathe him or buy his meds, take him to the vet or replace anything he has destroyed he is out of here! What did the Chosen One have to say to that? Well let's just say he didn't like the idea but once we informed him he could go with the DOG he seemed to understand a little better!
As for the rest of our four legged demons that call this place home, well to say they freaked out upon learning of their new room mate would be the understatement of the year. To say they are still under the box spring of my bed would be a better statement. Honestly I had no idea our black Persian cat could make her hair stand on end like that and if I did I would have done this a loooonnnnnggg time ago! lol
Ringo our 4 month old gray/white domestic was the first to meet the DOG. He stood his ground for a few seconds til he realized that he was little and Ace the dog was BIG. Ringo would hiss and growl and his hair stood on end. Ace would bark and jump ......That's when Ringo took flight and ran under my bed. That's when that ripping noise began. Next came our calico neurotic cat, you know the one who lives either above the fridge or under the bed? Well she took one look and no one has seen her since....been all day now....we'll probably find her body under the free spirited daughters belongings dried up someday.... But when Mo saw the DOG well folks that was priceless! Yep priceless I tell you! She took her own sweet time coming out to see what was all the ruckus about but finally she drug her geriatric self out of the our closet and into the living room only to perform her astounding act of making 6 inches of hair stand on end! You it's funny how you never have a camera handy when you need it....
Needless to say that's when that ripping noise really started under my bed. That ripping noise turned out to be the underlay of our box spring. Oh well now the cats have a place they can go and hide. And Ace has a place he can stick his head under and bark. Boy, Hubs is gonna love this on graveyard....
Well folks not sure about the rest of them but I can say that's they way I see it. So until we meet again, God bless you all!
Tomorrow There Will Be An Extra Nurse
Well my dears, tomorrow will be a big day for my baby sister. Tomorrow her life will change once again. I wish I could take this bullet for her, walk this walk. But alas it is not for me .....this time. All I can do is stand by and helplessly watch and witness. It seems the job the Lord has given me, this job of standing witness always to others lives is sometimes too difficult for me to watch. I want to turn and bury my head in someone else arms. Bu t there is no one there for me to turn. I will try my best not to cry. She always hates to see me cry. That is another curse our Lord has given me. The curse that I carry all the emotions of this family.
I have tried to stay busy today as well as she has. We each running around chasing our children and their own needs, forgetting about what was to happen tomorrow. I know at this late hour she is very much wide awake. It will be hours before we both sleep. Such odd memories float through our minds as we toss and turn, each trying to conjure up our mother's face. Yes she is very much in our minds these last few weeks. I know when I kiss her goodbye as she goes through those doors tomorrow that I will be handing her to some great doctors. I will also be handing her to our mother. You can't see her but you sure can feel her all around us. Every where I look I see pennies on the ground, on the beach, in parking lots and they say pennies are a sign of angels.
Tomorrow will be another story. Tomorrow I must sit still for a long time. It will be hard but for my sister I will wait. Wait and see what news the doctors will bring. I am told it will be an all day affair. I have tried to remember how long it took our mother but I just don't remember.... Tomorrow it will take all day and if it doesn't it will feel as though it did.
Tonight I will pray to our Lord to watch over my baby sister. To watch over her doctors as they make her life's decisions. I know tomorrow there will be an extra nurse with them. Tonight she is with my sister.
I have tried to stay busy today as well as she has. We each running around chasing our children and their own needs, forgetting about what was to happen tomorrow. I know at this late hour she is very much wide awake. It will be hours before we both sleep. Such odd memories float through our minds as we toss and turn, each trying to conjure up our mother's face. Yes she is very much in our minds these last few weeks. I know when I kiss her goodbye as she goes through those doors tomorrow that I will be handing her to some great doctors. I will also be handing her to our mother. You can't see her but you sure can feel her all around us. Every where I look I see pennies on the ground, on the beach, in parking lots and they say pennies are a sign of angels.
Tomorrow will be another story. Tomorrow I must sit still for a long time. It will be hard but for my sister I will wait. Wait and see what news the doctors will bring. I am told it will be an all day affair. I have tried to remember how long it took our mother but I just don't remember.... Tomorrow it will take all day and if it doesn't it will feel as though it did.
Tonight I will pray to our Lord to watch over my baby sister. To watch over her doctors as they make her life's decisions. I know tomorrow there will be an extra nurse with them. Tonight she is with my sister.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Steamy Sticky Yuck I'm Sure to End Up Cleaning
OK so after sauteing in "you're so smart mom" I should have know it wasn't going to last. After all he is a boy and it is a well known fact that boys can not remember how to hit the toilet much less remember how smart you are! With that being said I must announce to you my dears that the Chosen One has lost his mind. Yes lost his mind! I tell you he is stark raving mad!
The Chosen One has decided to bring a DOG into our CAT world. Oh dears this will simply not do! How am I expected to live with any DOG in my CAT ruled world? The Hubs is livid to say the least. I know in the end it will turn into a stinky mess I will end up cleaning however I am interested in seeing how this is all going to play out.
First of all we have a 6 year old black female (wicked) Persian CAT. Her name is Mo, you've heard me mention her before, she's the Hubs' girlfriend. He's very protective of her. She loves him just as well. Actually demands his attention from the moment he comes in the door....... She also rules the house along with his life. Next comes Deuce, our calico neurotic cat. She is a total wreck! If someone twitches she jumps. Spends most of her time hiding under beds and up over the fridge. She and Mo DO NOT get along, not even on a good day. I think it has something to do with Deuce's mom dissed Mo at the food bowel one day and since mom's gone to a better place, well let's just say Mo holds grudges....
Last but not least there is the darling of the all, the newest member of the family, our little man, Ringo! He's a 3 month old long hair gray and white domestic and full of himself. Into everything and nothing can hide from him, so full of energy and eats all the time. Sometimes we forget how a baby or small child can be so full of energy in one moment and collapsed in a heap on the floor the next. Ringo is that kind of kitten. Sunday while I floated around the pool he stood at the window and watched me. It was quite comical really. He wanted out and I wouldn't let him so he stood at the window stamping his proverbial foot! lol
Last night the Chosen One informed me he was bringing home a dog and not just any dog but a blue nose pit bull. All I see is steamy stinky yuck on my new floors and barking! I detest barking dogs. I know he is only 8 weeks old so he and Ringo might do well together. But the Hubs is freaking out as well as flinging his arms about his head like an octopus. I'm shaking my head because I don't do well with dogs. I was bit in the face by a dog at 2 years of age. We always had dogs growing up but I never really cared for them myself not after Sammy anyways.
I think the puppy needs to sleep outside but The Chosen One said no way to that. Hubs says boy and dog can sleep outside. I think I will take a backseat and let the Hubs handle this one!
Well I've got to get back at it. I've got a bomb shelter to build, you know just in case the nuclear warhead goes off.
The Chosen One has decided to bring a DOG into our CAT world. Oh dears this will simply not do! How am I expected to live with any DOG in my CAT ruled world? The Hubs is livid to say the least. I know in the end it will turn into a stinky mess I will end up cleaning however I am interested in seeing how this is all going to play out.
First of all we have a 6 year old black female (wicked) Persian CAT. Her name is Mo, you've heard me mention her before, she's the Hubs' girlfriend. He's very protective of her. She loves him just as well. Actually demands his attention from the moment he comes in the door....... She also rules the house along with his life. Next comes Deuce, our calico neurotic cat. She is a total wreck! If someone twitches she jumps. Spends most of her time hiding under beds and up over the fridge. She and Mo DO NOT get along, not even on a good day. I think it has something to do with Deuce's mom dissed Mo at the food bowel one day and since mom's gone to a better place, well let's just say Mo holds grudges....
Last but not least there is the darling of the all, the newest member of the family, our little man, Ringo! He's a 3 month old long hair gray and white domestic and full of himself. Into everything and nothing can hide from him, so full of energy and eats all the time. Sometimes we forget how a baby or small child can be so full of energy in one moment and collapsed in a heap on the floor the next. Ringo is that kind of kitten. Sunday while I floated around the pool he stood at the window and watched me. It was quite comical really. He wanted out and I wouldn't let him so he stood at the window stamping his proverbial foot! lol
Last night the Chosen One informed me he was bringing home a dog and not just any dog but a blue nose pit bull. All I see is steamy stinky yuck on my new floors and barking! I detest barking dogs. I know he is only 8 weeks old so he and Ringo might do well together. But the Hubs is freaking out as well as flinging his arms about his head like an octopus. I'm shaking my head because I don't do well with dogs. I was bit in the face by a dog at 2 years of age. We always had dogs growing up but I never really cared for them myself not after Sammy anyways.
I think the puppy needs to sleep outside but The Chosen One said no way to that. Hubs says boy and dog can sleep outside. I think I will take a backseat and let the Hubs handle this one!
Well I've got to get back at it. I've got a bomb shelter to build, you know just in case the nuclear warhead goes off.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
That's H-O-R-S-E-S not WHORES
Well my dears, as I set here watching the water slowly fill up P.I.T.A. it is with a certain feeling of self gratification that I can say....Thank You Lord! Thank You Jesus! It's over and there was no blood shed! Can everyone give me a Halleluia? After all it took this 50 year old dodging incoming tourists and outgoing relatives 3 weeks to get this far!
The Chosen one will be leaving the nest tonight. He's headed for Littlestown, PA. He's back to chasing horses. That's H-O-R-S-E-S. Not Whores but I wouldn't put it past him to do that too while he's at it! You know living in the south not everyone who moves here understands our way of speaking. When I told one of my northern friends what my son was doing these days she got real quiet and said, " Well, I've never met a mother who was proud of her son chasing whores...." Yes my dears, she surely did say that! I nearly fell out of my shoes.....I did have to pick up my teeth off the ground. And now you know why I spelled horses!
We can't let him drive anymore so he has to ride a bus or catch a ride with other workers. He likes to see how close to death he can take his parents. Just in the last 9 months he has totaled 2 vehicles and wrecked one when he hit a deer in April. So we took his license and banned him from driving til he grows up some more. Let's just say his penis hasn't developed enough to drive a vehicle of ours. Someday when he is all grown up he will understand, til then he can find other transportation.
Our Free Spirited Child is beside herself with anticipation. Her love will be coming home from deployment in 2 weeks. We are all excited to see them together again. So is my light bill, food bill, phone bill......lol So looks like once he gets home we won't be seeing much of her around here. Guess I ought to be taking advantage of all this extra help while it's here right? Wrong! To get either one of them to help me would take an act of God and even then I think they would give him some kind of sob story that would make me out to be the bad guy. Took the Free Spirited Child 3 days to sweep the floor and in the end I ended up doing it. Still waiting on the Chosen One to fix my broken step.....
I have a friend I grew up with who considers it an "honor" to wait on her kids hand and foot. I think (1) she is crazy (2) she needs a life (3) she must be on drugs. Now with all that said she thinks I am (1) a horrible mother (2) doesn't know what motherly love is (3) shouldn't have had kids if I don't feel the way she does. I like sex, what can I say.....
Well that's it for now folks, hope you enjoy the rest of this beautiful day and until we meet again that's the way I see it!
The Chosen one will be leaving the nest tonight. He's headed for Littlestown, PA. He's back to chasing horses. That's H-O-R-S-E-S. Not Whores but I wouldn't put it past him to do that too while he's at it! You know living in the south not everyone who moves here understands our way of speaking. When I told one of my northern friends what my son was doing these days she got real quiet and said, " Well, I've never met a mother who was proud of her son chasing whores...." Yes my dears, she surely did say that! I nearly fell out of my shoes.....I did have to pick up my teeth off the ground. And now you know why I spelled horses!
We can't let him drive anymore so he has to ride a bus or catch a ride with other workers. He likes to see how close to death he can take his parents. Just in the last 9 months he has totaled 2 vehicles and wrecked one when he hit a deer in April. So we took his license and banned him from driving til he grows up some more. Let's just say his penis hasn't developed enough to drive a vehicle of ours. Someday when he is all grown up he will understand, til then he can find other transportation.
Our Free Spirited Child is beside herself with anticipation. Her love will be coming home from deployment in 2 weeks. We are all excited to see them together again. So is my light bill, food bill, phone bill......lol So looks like once he gets home we won't be seeing much of her around here. Guess I ought to be taking advantage of all this extra help while it's here right? Wrong! To get either one of them to help me would take an act of God and even then I think they would give him some kind of sob story that would make me out to be the bad guy. Took the Free Spirited Child 3 days to sweep the floor and in the end I ended up doing it. Still waiting on the Chosen One to fix my broken step.....
I have a friend I grew up with who considers it an "honor" to wait on her kids hand and foot. I think (1) she is crazy (2) she needs a life (3) she must be on drugs. Now with all that said she thinks I am (1) a horrible mother (2) doesn't know what motherly love is (3) shouldn't have had kids if I don't feel the way she does. I like sex, what can I say.....
Well that's it for now folks, hope you enjoy the rest of this beautiful day and until we meet again that's the way I see it!
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Bigger Than A Sandbox
And so my dears here it is late on a Sunday evening that I find myself once again writing to you. The past few days have been a whirl and a blur with all the comings and goings of loved ones! The Hubs' brother # 3 and his wife have come down for a visit with a boy named Jake. I always look forward to seeing #3 as we both share an interest in the family tree, he gives me a chance to share what I have discovered since we last met. Seeing his wife reminds me how few and far our visits really are, they also bring about regrets that we cannot visit more often. Anywho it is always a delight when our visitors bring children!
A boy named Jake saw the ocean for the very first time this summer. Trying to prepare him for it proved to be just as interesting as watching him run and jump at every wave that rolled in today. He asked his grandmother if the ocean was bigger than the river, Why yes it is she replied. He asked what color was the ocean. Blue she replied. He asked did it have sand. Yes lots and lots of sand she replied. More than my sandbox he asked. More than your sandbox she replied. Questions were on the tip of his tongue all the way down from West Virginia. Finally a boy named Jake got to play in an ocean called the Atlantic Ocean on a pretty little beach.
Today a boy named Jake got to go to the Point. Now as I have previously told you the Point is a magical mystical place. Never have I walked down there and seen the same things twice. Today we saw crabs, little baby crabs and sand dollars. Why #3 picked up a whole sand dollar and just handed it to his wife. Now that's true love! Seaside Style!
Finally after lolling around in the water and resting up for a bit, we started our walk back to the car. It was quite the walk but thank goodness once again I was able to complete it with little damage if you know what I mean.
Well folks, lets look forward to next week and a better one at that. Until we speak again, that's the way I see it!
A boy named Jake saw the ocean for the very first time this summer. Trying to prepare him for it proved to be just as interesting as watching him run and jump at every wave that rolled in today. He asked his grandmother if the ocean was bigger than the river, Why yes it is she replied. He asked what color was the ocean. Blue she replied. He asked did it have sand. Yes lots and lots of sand she replied. More than my sandbox he asked. More than your sandbox she replied. Questions were on the tip of his tongue all the way down from West Virginia. Finally a boy named Jake got to play in an ocean called the Atlantic Ocean on a pretty little beach.
Today a boy named Jake got to go to the Point. Now as I have previously told you the Point is a magical mystical place. Never have I walked down there and seen the same things twice. Today we saw crabs, little baby crabs and sand dollars. Why #3 picked up a whole sand dollar and just handed it to his wife. Now that's true love! Seaside Style!
Finally after lolling around in the water and resting up for a bit, we started our walk back to the car. It was quite the walk but thank goodness once again I was able to complete it with little damage if you know what I mean.
Well folks, lets look forward to next week and a better one at that. Until we speak again, that's the way I see it!
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Jim Cantore Needs to Share Some of Those Mushrooms!
Well my dears I had to go for my yearly mammogram today. Got myself all physic out for it. Actually I had to start early in that department. Way back last August to be precise. Yep I'm one of THOSE you know one who can't stand to have it done? Well my girls have been running away for11 months now and they still cringe with the thought of having that garage door slamming down on them.
I am fully convinced a man invented that contraption! I know a woman didn't do! What woman in her right mind would want to put herself thru that kind of torture? I mean if you have never had one allow me to enlighten you on how it's done.
First off you show up for your appointment in a nice quiet waiting room. There is usually soft calming music piped in from somewhere just as soothing, that's to soften the blow you see. Everyone talks to you in a whisper like voice. No need to upset the patient. Once you get checked in they usually have a ton of paperwork for you to fill out so bring an extra hand if you can. I can never talk my BFF into going with me, she always says "I'm never your BFF unless it means work". Well she may have me there... that's why I use N/A works for me, saves my wrist and hand for gripping the million dollar machine later.
Well just like it was timed or something, you hand in your paperwork and lo and behold they are ready for you! Imagine that! So off to the back, down a winding hallway, up 2 flights of stairs, back to the front of the office, up 2 more flights of stairs, enter pass codes and thru a few secret doors you arrive at Fort Knox. This is where they keep the million dollar machine, your tormentor for the next 15 minutes. "Smile, it's really not that bad" whispers the nice lady. She escorts you to a changing area and tells you what all you need to leave on and take off. Ok you say to yourself. About now you are looking for a way out but wait, this is Fort Knox and you can't remember if it was 3 flights up and then to the front or 2 up to the front or back then the code was #388, no wait it was *338. Oh great now there's no way out but this window......and it doesn't open ....wonderful...OK well she did say it's not that bad...sooo OK I'll woman up and go for it! I mean I am a big girl now! So out the door you go with that smile they want you to have!
So in the room with the million dollar monster/machine you go. Wow you think, it looks colder than you thought. The nice petite lady helps you put one of your girls on that metal slab and gets it all in position and the whole time she is almost whispering to you. She says "Now I'm just going to tighten this up a bit to see where we are, OK?" She starts that monster up and bam! It gets tighter and Tighter and TIGHTER. You start to notice the music that's playing sounds more like the music you hear on the Weather Channel just before Jim Cantore comes on. The nice lady asks you if you are comfortable, " No this is really tight!" you reply. "Oh good well, hmmm hold your breath please so I can take the picture." says the sadistic petite monster with the monster machine. And guess what? She screws it down TIGHTER! Yes, she did! Now the music sounds more like that psychedelic music the hippies used to eat mushrooms and take trips to, and about now you could use some of those mushrooms....might get rid of pain and while your at it the room is kinda spinning....hey, that looks like Jim Morrison appearing on the wall.....
All of a sudden the pressure is released and you darling girl is set free! And now the sadistic monster wants your other darling! "NO! you can't have her! Look what you have done to this one! Why it is as flat as a pancake!" you shout, as you run around the room trying to find the hidden door. But alas the petite sadistic monster manages to clone herself three times over and straps you down for the final "picture". Finally it is all over, you can actually breath normally again with only a few sobs and hiccups from all the crying. They allow you to dress and go out into the lobby to wait. WAIT! FOR WHAT? "In case we need to take any over." the petite sadistic monster is now returned to the quiet whispering lady. "Oh HELL NO!" you reply. And with that you grab your things and try to leave. Hours later after wandering around every nook and cranny in the damn place you finally find the lobby. "You must be Ms. So and So, your deductible is $100. Will that be cash, check or credit card?" again this person is whispering to you. Suddenly, you have the urge to punch her eyes out and run for your car as fast as you can. You feel like you are stuck in a time warp or worse still someone else's nightmare. "Whatever!" you mutter to yourself "Just let me go home so my girls can recover from this ordeal!" "The nerve to want you to pay them for torture and all in the name of medicine!" Would you believe on the way out they tell you, "See you next year!" You leave so fast you left 20,000 miles worth of tire rubber behind in the parking lot! Nope, they won't forget about you anytime soon!
Well this time when I got there to fill out my mountain of paperwork I was informed I would have to come back next week please. "Next week? You're kidding me? Right? You mean I just drove 45 minutes to be told to come back later because of a few drops of water on your million dollar garage door?" I replied, and not too sweetly may I add! Well I'm sorry! I just bought one of those cute little mini baseball batts and I had planned on trying to hit that sadistic petite monster in the head ..... I planned all year and a damn drop of water......
So next week it is! That should give me enough time to find the inventor of this damn machine and when I do I am going to enjoy putting his testicles in that machine. Might take some 8 by 10 glossy photos too. Anyone want a copy? Or would you rather just help me bar the door shut? Be nice to see how long it takes a man to find his way out!
I am fully convinced a man invented that contraption! I know a woman didn't do! What woman in her right mind would want to put herself thru that kind of torture? I mean if you have never had one allow me to enlighten you on how it's done.
First off you show up for your appointment in a nice quiet waiting room. There is usually soft calming music piped in from somewhere just as soothing, that's to soften the blow you see. Everyone talks to you in a whisper like voice. No need to upset the patient. Once you get checked in they usually have a ton of paperwork for you to fill out so bring an extra hand if you can. I can never talk my BFF into going with me, she always says "I'm never your BFF unless it means work". Well she may have me there... that's why I use N/A works for me, saves my wrist and hand for gripping the million dollar machine later.
Well just like it was timed or something, you hand in your paperwork and lo and behold they are ready for you! Imagine that! So off to the back, down a winding hallway, up 2 flights of stairs, back to the front of the office, up 2 more flights of stairs, enter pass codes and thru a few secret doors you arrive at Fort Knox. This is where they keep the million dollar machine, your tormentor for the next 15 minutes. "Smile, it's really not that bad" whispers the nice lady. She escorts you to a changing area and tells you what all you need to leave on and take off. Ok you say to yourself. About now you are looking for a way out but wait, this is Fort Knox and you can't remember if it was 3 flights up and then to the front or 2 up to the front or back then the code was #388, no wait it was *338. Oh great now there's no way out but this window......and it doesn't open ....wonderful...OK well she did say it's not that bad...sooo OK I'll woman up and go for it! I mean I am a big girl now! So out the door you go with that smile they want you to have!
So in the room with the million dollar monster/machine you go. Wow you think, it looks colder than you thought. The nice petite lady helps you put one of your girls on that metal slab and gets it all in position and the whole time she is almost whispering to you. She says "Now I'm just going to tighten this up a bit to see where we are, OK?" She starts that monster up and bam! It gets tighter and Tighter and TIGHTER. You start to notice the music that's playing sounds more like the music you hear on the Weather Channel just before Jim Cantore comes on. The nice lady asks you if you are comfortable, " No this is really tight!" you reply. "Oh good well, hmmm hold your breath please so I can take the picture." says the sadistic petite monster with the monster machine. And guess what? She screws it down TIGHTER! Yes, she did! Now the music sounds more like that psychedelic music the hippies used to eat mushrooms and take trips to, and about now you could use some of those mushrooms....might get rid of pain and while your at it the room is kinda spinning....hey, that looks like Jim Morrison appearing on the wall.....
All of a sudden the pressure is released and you darling girl is set free! And now the sadistic monster wants your other darling! "NO! you can't have her! Look what you have done to this one! Why it is as flat as a pancake!" you shout, as you run around the room trying to find the hidden door. But alas the petite sadistic monster manages to clone herself three times over and straps you down for the final "picture". Finally it is all over, you can actually breath normally again with only a few sobs and hiccups from all the crying. They allow you to dress and go out into the lobby to wait. WAIT! FOR WHAT? "In case we need to take any over." the petite sadistic monster is now returned to the quiet whispering lady. "Oh HELL NO!" you reply. And with that you grab your things and try to leave. Hours later after wandering around every nook and cranny in the damn place you finally find the lobby. "You must be Ms. So and So, your deductible is $100. Will that be cash, check or credit card?" again this person is whispering to you. Suddenly, you have the urge to punch her eyes out and run for your car as fast as you can. You feel like you are stuck in a time warp or worse still someone else's nightmare. "Whatever!" you mutter to yourself "Just let me go home so my girls can recover from this ordeal!" "The nerve to want you to pay them for torture and all in the name of medicine!" Would you believe on the way out they tell you, "See you next year!" You leave so fast you left 20,000 miles worth of tire rubber behind in the parking lot! Nope, they won't forget about you anytime soon!
Well this time when I got there to fill out my mountain of paperwork I was informed I would have to come back next week please. "Next week? You're kidding me? Right? You mean I just drove 45 minutes to be told to come back later because of a few drops of water on your million dollar garage door?" I replied, and not too sweetly may I add! Well I'm sorry! I just bought one of those cute little mini baseball batts and I had planned on trying to hit that sadistic petite monster in the head ..... I planned all year and a damn drop of water......
So next week it is! That should give me enough time to find the inventor of this damn machine and when I do I am going to enjoy putting his testicles in that machine. Might take some 8 by 10 glossy photos too. Anyone want a copy? Or would you rather just help me bar the door shut? Be nice to see how long it takes a man to find his way out!
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
There Are Words And There Are Words Worth Being Sauted In!
Not often but every once in awhile I actually see human eyes pop out of my kids faces. You see at about the age of 13 all kids go thru an animal stage unfortunately they don't come out of it until they are about 23 if they are a girl and 25 if they are a boy. Just the other day I saw a glimpse of my son's human eyes and I was so thrilled I could have peed on myself in public my dears! Yes and I almost did! Sometimes when this happens it comes along with "I get it Mom" words. Those are a real treat. I like to saute in them. You know flip, roll around and just generally saute in those wonderful words! "Mom you're the smartest old lady I know" OK he called me old but hey he's getting there and if I saute long enough I can lose that old stuff somewhere as I soak up those words in my wrinkles!
The Angel Child seems to be getting pretty regular lately so I have begun to baste in her words. "Mom you are smart and talented you can do anything". Now I know they know I don't have any money so I'll just baste myself with her words. Just sit here in this big ole tub and spoon all those wonderful words over my head.....
Finally someone is listening to me! The Eldest of all still tells me all details of her life and every step she takes, no surprises with her! She actually told me she was looking forward to screaming the night away.....I think I will be better off taking her words and deep freezing them for future use.....
The Free Spirited Child is more blunt and to the point. Bless her heart she is a bit of an airhead and that's not likely to change anytime soon! But you can't help but swim around some of her words. Recently after a bust ass house cleaning day, she tried to make a deal with me. "Mom, I'll clean this entire house if you will let me do such and such....." All I could do was stare at her. Her response: "What? Don't you want my help?" Needless to say I did inform her that I didn't need her help as the house was clean! She just giggled and said "Oh yeah I guess it is". She is still alive but just by a thread....and right now her words are on ice....
Now my Mystery Child she got it. Took notes and went to school, will be graduating in March. We are very proud of her. Yep that makes 4 our 5 kids have/will have a degree. Not bad if you ask me.
So as I set here saute myself in the Chosen Ones words I can't help but think.....What the Hell does he want now and how much is it going to cost me? Y'all have a good night and I'll be seeing you around I'm sure but if you figure out what he wants let me know! Right now it's bedtime and that's the way I see it!
The Angel Child seems to be getting pretty regular lately so I have begun to baste in her words. "Mom you are smart and talented you can do anything". Now I know they know I don't have any money so I'll just baste myself with her words. Just sit here in this big ole tub and spoon all those wonderful words over my head.....
Finally someone is listening to me! The Eldest of all still tells me all details of her life and every step she takes, no surprises with her! She actually told me she was looking forward to screaming the night away.....I think I will be better off taking her words and deep freezing them for future use.....
The Free Spirited Child is more blunt and to the point. Bless her heart she is a bit of an airhead and that's not likely to change anytime soon! But you can't help but swim around some of her words. Recently after a bust ass house cleaning day, she tried to make a deal with me. "Mom, I'll clean this entire house if you will let me do such and such....." All I could do was stare at her. Her response: "What? Don't you want my help?" Needless to say I did inform her that I didn't need her help as the house was clean! She just giggled and said "Oh yeah I guess it is". She is still alive but just by a thread....and right now her words are on ice....
Now my Mystery Child she got it. Took notes and went to school, will be graduating in March. We are very proud of her. Yep that makes 4 our 5 kids have/will have a degree. Not bad if you ask me.
So as I set here saute myself in the Chosen Ones words I can't help but think.....What the Hell does he want now and how much is it going to cost me? Y'all have a good night and I'll be seeing you around I'm sure but if you figure out what he wants let me know! Right now it's bedtime and that's the way I see it!
And Less Than 6 Feet Away....
Now that everyone is back at work and home from the beach I would like to share something with all you tourists that you may not know! Did you know that when you are out there on the beach swimming around enjoying yourself there are dangerous sharks just lurking in the murky water only a few feet away?
I used to run a restaurant out on one of our local islands and this guy came thru one day selling photos of our island. They were aerial photos of all the businesses. He sat down in one of the booths and ordered his meal. I asked to take a look at some of his work. His photos were fantastic to say the least and the detail was impressive! I kept noticing all the dark things in the water so I asked what were they. His response shocked me. Of course I didn't believe him so he showed me one he took while flying over our pier. Oh they were sharks alright, everywhere. I never forgot that and you shouldn't either. Just because it looks peaceful and inviting doesn't mean it is. What lurks beneath a calm serene surface can be astounding!
My suggestion would be to enjoy the beaches for what they have to offer. Don't swim alone. Don't swim at dawn, dusk or night. These are feeding times for most sharks. And take off your flashy jewelry that don't impress sharks it just makes them want to eat your fingers and toes. Might as well take off your polish too while you are at it that reminds them of bait fish and they might want to eat that too. So remember what I told you and you should be OK. Of course staying in the 3 foot area deters most sharks and staying in the pool takes care of the rest. As for the land sharks....well you're on your own there!
As for me, I'll stick with the pool and the 3 feet of water limit. You see my dear sweet mama was terrified of drowning so she wasn't about to allow her darling first born to get near any body of water that would place me in water over my head. That is until I was 14! So by that time I too was terrified of drowning. I can remember going to the river and being the only one who had to wear a life jacket! Yep she had a way of embarrassing you but I didn't mind. Finally I learned it was OK to put my head underwater. Now at 50 I still can't swim in the ocean or a lake but I can paddle around a bit in a pool as long as I don't stray too far from the sides. I'm still afraid of drowning so I avoid any and all risks of that.
By the time I had kids of my own I was determined mine wouldn't be afraid of a little water. Why as soon as they cut the cord I threw them in the water! All of my babies could swim by age 3. My Angel child was the easiest because we had a pool and lived in a warmer climate when she was born so at 6 weeks we were both in the pool. The Chosen One is known far and wide as a beach bum so it was a gimme on him. He was raised on the beach. My free spirited child was a little timid around the water but then she was born in January so she was older when we introduced her to water. But once she got her "fins" she was off like the rest of them.
Well enough of that and now I really must get back to my pool...have a lovely day ya"ll and until we talk again this is the way I see it!
I used to run a restaurant out on one of our local islands and this guy came thru one day selling photos of our island. They were aerial photos of all the businesses. He sat down in one of the booths and ordered his meal. I asked to take a look at some of his work. His photos were fantastic to say the least and the detail was impressive! I kept noticing all the dark things in the water so I asked what were they. His response shocked me. Of course I didn't believe him so he showed me one he took while flying over our pier. Oh they were sharks alright, everywhere. I never forgot that and you shouldn't either. Just because it looks peaceful and inviting doesn't mean it is. What lurks beneath a calm serene surface can be astounding!
My suggestion would be to enjoy the beaches for what they have to offer. Don't swim alone. Don't swim at dawn, dusk or night. These are feeding times for most sharks. And take off your flashy jewelry that don't impress sharks it just makes them want to eat your fingers and toes. Might as well take off your polish too while you are at it that reminds them of bait fish and they might want to eat that too. So remember what I told you and you should be OK. Of course staying in the 3 foot area deters most sharks and staying in the pool takes care of the rest. As for the land sharks....well you're on your own there!
As for me, I'll stick with the pool and the 3 feet of water limit. You see my dear sweet mama was terrified of drowning so she wasn't about to allow her darling first born to get near any body of water that would place me in water over my head. That is until I was 14! So by that time I too was terrified of drowning. I can remember going to the river and being the only one who had to wear a life jacket! Yep she had a way of embarrassing you but I didn't mind. Finally I learned it was OK to put my head underwater. Now at 50 I still can't swim in the ocean or a lake but I can paddle around a bit in a pool as long as I don't stray too far from the sides. I'm still afraid of drowning so I avoid any and all risks of that.
By the time I had kids of my own I was determined mine wouldn't be afraid of a little water. Why as soon as they cut the cord I threw them in the water! All of my babies could swim by age 3. My Angel child was the easiest because we had a pool and lived in a warmer climate when she was born so at 6 weeks we were both in the pool. The Chosen One is known far and wide as a beach bum so it was a gimme on him. He was raised on the beach. My free spirited child was a little timid around the water but then she was born in January so she was older when we introduced her to water. But once she got her "fins" she was off like the rest of them.
Well enough of that and now I really must get back to my pool...have a lovely day ya"ll and until we talk again this is the way I see it!
Update on the Pool and Who's Lady Ga-Le-Gi?
OK my dears please allow me to rant for a few minutes then I will be happy to catch up on what's going on around here!
First of all I would love to meet a certain Sen.Steele! Apparently he is so out of touch with reality that he has forgotten how long the U.S. has been in Afghanistan. He now has declared it is Obama's fault we are there! How stupid does he really believe the majority of the American people are? I mean come on even a first grader knows Obama has only been in office for 2 years and we have been in Afghanistan for the last 9 years! Really some people! And then I heard another dumb rumor that Obama had said he was tired of the US being first all the time. No that's not what he said! See how rumors get started? He said he was tired (as I am sure the rest of us are) of every time something goes wrong in this world the US has to be the FIRST to hand out money and assistance. He said and I quote "Let some of these other countries be first for a change." I agree. Do you?
Now on for the second thing I have to rant about tonight! I have spent the last 11 hours getting rid of some jackasses idea of "fun". Well finally it is over! So let this be a lesson to all! AV Anti Virus Protection is really Mal ware! and you need Old Timers Log to get rid of it along with my witch doctor instructions and a lot of luck. I think....
Any who it's over I won and I'm happy!!! So on to what's going on around here..... We drained the pool once again and have decided to level out the ground. Something we probably should have done first but for some unknown reason (hard headed) didn't want to give in and do it. So as I speak to you the Hubs and I have leveled half of the area and we only have 3inches of leveling on an incline left to do. Hope that made sense.... Any who we almost got it!
Got lots of relatives coming this week! So I have been cleaning up getting ready for the onslaught of beach goers! I hope they understand just because they are on vacation doesn't mean we are too! And another thing while you are here please be kind to our environment, if the oil spill doesn't stop our environment may be the only sea your grandchildren will have to enjoy!
OK OK I'm done with my soap box! lol So now on to a more sober thought. My dear friend is in DC today burying her soul mate. Although they were married not quite 5 years they were clearly soul mates forever. She is so young to be a widow so don't call her one! She hates that word. Widow it does sound so final. Like the door is shut and sealed forever and she can no longer come out into the world. He left behind 2 darling babies for her to raise alone. I know he is with her every day although she cannot see him he is with her now right by her side. I told her it was OK for her to talk to him everyday if she wanted. Hell I talk to my dead relatives everyday. I talk to Greg too. I still see him sometimes just as he was the last time we were happy together. I'm sure she still sees her husband too. So today a piece of my heart is with her. I hope you say a prayer for her too.
I was talking with a friend on my face book acct yesterday and I noticed she had spotted a black snake in her pool. Well if you know this lady you would know she is funny without having said a word! Can you imagine the dance she did when she tried to pick up the "stick"? Needless to say half of our side of the state of NC peed on themselves with laughter! She has been dying for a nickname so I gave her the nickname of Lady Ga-Le-Gi. Ga-le-gi is the Cherokee word for black snake in case you were wondering. Kinda fits her don't you think? Needless to say I think she liked it, she thinks it sounds like Lady Gaga kinda.....I can hardly wait to see Lady Ga-Le-Gi's profile pic, that is if she makes one, should be interesting.....
Just finished reading a fantastic book everyone should read, however I must warn you it will hurt your heart and set your mind on fire! It's called Cape Fear Rising by Philip Gerard. It's a work of fiction loosely based on the 1898 Massacre that took place in Wilmington, NC. I strongly suggest every history major, teacher and buff read this book. If you have ever lived in Wilmington or live in Wilmington now, read this book! I can hardly wait til cooler weather so I can walk the streets of Wilmington and see the places mentioned in that book. Not to spoil the book but everyone knows Wilmington never really recovered from this tragic episode in her history.
Well I've got to go back out and work on my P.I.T.A. again! Have a great day and I catch up with you again later but for now, this is the way I see it!
First of all I would love to meet a certain Sen.Steele! Apparently he is so out of touch with reality that he has forgotten how long the U.S. has been in Afghanistan. He now has declared it is Obama's fault we are there! How stupid does he really believe the majority of the American people are? I mean come on even a first grader knows Obama has only been in office for 2 years and we have been in Afghanistan for the last 9 years! Really some people! And then I heard another dumb rumor that Obama had said he was tired of the US being first all the time. No that's not what he said! See how rumors get started? He said he was tired (as I am sure the rest of us are) of every time something goes wrong in this world the US has to be the FIRST to hand out money and assistance. He said and I quote "Let some of these other countries be first for a change." I agree. Do you?
Now on for the second thing I have to rant about tonight! I have spent the last 11 hours getting rid of some jackasses idea of "fun". Well finally it is over! So let this be a lesson to all! AV Anti Virus Protection is really Mal ware! and you need Old Timers Log to get rid of it along with my witch doctor instructions and a lot of luck. I think....
Any who it's over I won and I'm happy!!! So on to what's going on around here..... We drained the pool once again and have decided to level out the ground. Something we probably should have done first but for some unknown reason (hard headed) didn't want to give in and do it. So as I speak to you the Hubs and I have leveled half of the area and we only have 3inches of leveling on an incline left to do. Hope that made sense.... Any who we almost got it!
Got lots of relatives coming this week! So I have been cleaning up getting ready for the onslaught of beach goers! I hope they understand just because they are on vacation doesn't mean we are too! And another thing while you are here please be kind to our environment, if the oil spill doesn't stop our environment may be the only sea your grandchildren will have to enjoy!
OK OK I'm done with my soap box! lol So now on to a more sober thought. My dear friend is in DC today burying her soul mate. Although they were married not quite 5 years they were clearly soul mates forever. She is so young to be a widow so don't call her one! She hates that word. Widow it does sound so final. Like the door is shut and sealed forever and she can no longer come out into the world. He left behind 2 darling babies for her to raise alone. I know he is with her every day although she cannot see him he is with her now right by her side. I told her it was OK for her to talk to him everyday if she wanted. Hell I talk to my dead relatives everyday. I talk to Greg too. I still see him sometimes just as he was the last time we were happy together. I'm sure she still sees her husband too. So today a piece of my heart is with her. I hope you say a prayer for her too.
I was talking with a friend on my face book acct yesterday and I noticed she had spotted a black snake in her pool. Well if you know this lady you would know she is funny without having said a word! Can you imagine the dance she did when she tried to pick up the "stick"? Needless to say half of our side of the state of NC peed on themselves with laughter! She has been dying for a nickname so I gave her the nickname of Lady Ga-Le-Gi. Ga-le-gi is the Cherokee word for black snake in case you were wondering. Kinda fits her don't you think? Needless to say I think she liked it, she thinks it sounds like Lady Gaga kinda.....I can hardly wait to see Lady Ga-Le-Gi's profile pic, that is if she makes one, should be interesting.....
Just finished reading a fantastic book everyone should read, however I must warn you it will hurt your heart and set your mind on fire! It's called Cape Fear Rising by Philip Gerard. It's a work of fiction loosely based on the 1898 Massacre that took place in Wilmington, NC. I strongly suggest every history major, teacher and buff read this book. If you have ever lived in Wilmington or live in Wilmington now, read this book! I can hardly wait til cooler weather so I can walk the streets of Wilmington and see the places mentioned in that book. Not to spoil the book but everyone knows Wilmington never really recovered from this tragic episode in her history.
Well I've got to go back out and work on my P.I.T.A. again! Have a great day and I catch up with you again later but for now, this is the way I see it!
Friday, July 2, 2010
A Most Mystical Magical Place
Well my dears I has been quite a while since we last spoke so I guess I have quite a lot to tell you! So let me begin by telling you how sorry I am for not writing to you before now.
I had a recent visit from a very dear friend from Mississippi. She brought along her daughter and grandson. It is always a joy to take little ones to our favorite place on our Island. Even though we don't officially own the island we still like to refer to it as our Island. So our favorite spot on the entire island is The Point. The Point is located at the very tip of Topsail Island on the most southern end of Topsail Beach. You can't get there by car you have to walk the last mile or so. It can be very tough if you are not used to walking in the sand. I enjoy the walk as I never see the same thing twice.
This time we found an abundance of cockle shells and sand dollars. A few baby's ears and some other broken conch shells and of course the pebbles that can only be found here on our Island.
Takes a good hour just to walk the mile or so but that's OK it gives you a chance to check out shells and the birds that seem to follow us everywhere! So I always pack extra food for the birds and crabs we meet along the way.
We found out this year that sea gulls and crabs love Ritz crackers and nutter butters. Crabs will grab them and hold them in their claws til they are almost dissolved before they eat them but the sea gulls just swallow them whole. I remember one year we bought Cajun BBQ chips they were so hot no one could eat them so we decided to feed them to our friends the sea gulls. We got the biggest laugh watching them dip the chips in the water first and then eat them! It only took each bird once to figure out they had to be dipped in the water to "tame" the taste.
Having our latest guests down east for a visit was a true delight and we hope they can come again. A boy named Gavin had the most fun I think. He really seemed to enjoy himself especially when he was with his Uncle Billy. I understand he is still talking about his adventures as I write to you all and it has been several days since they left!
Gavin is a good sweet boy and a joy to have around! He told his mother that a 2 day visit was not long enough that next time he wanted to stay for 5 days and leave on the 6th day! Like I told the waitress the night before they left, a boy named Gavin can do everything but drive the car! He's that smart, yep he's going to go places that I'm sure. But for now he is busy making the Snook and a Hiedi Ho very proud not to mention his Sweet Aunt Donna too!
It is quiet around here again. It will remain that way until the next weekend when a Bird and her Rick arrive. And then once again we will pack up our tomato car and head out for our favorite place on the Island. The most wonderful place in the whole wide world, a magical place, The Point.
So my dears, remind me when you get here to tell you about our Island and all it has to offer. But most of all, remind me to take you to the end of our world, you are sure to like it! So until we speak again, this is the way I see it!
I had a recent visit from a very dear friend from Mississippi. She brought along her daughter and grandson. It is always a joy to take little ones to our favorite place on our Island. Even though we don't officially own the island we still like to refer to it as our Island. So our favorite spot on the entire island is The Point. The Point is located at the very tip of Topsail Island on the most southern end of Topsail Beach. You can't get there by car you have to walk the last mile or so. It can be very tough if you are not used to walking in the sand. I enjoy the walk as I never see the same thing twice.
This time we found an abundance of cockle shells and sand dollars. A few baby's ears and some other broken conch shells and of course the pebbles that can only be found here on our Island.
Takes a good hour just to walk the mile or so but that's OK it gives you a chance to check out shells and the birds that seem to follow us everywhere! So I always pack extra food for the birds and crabs we meet along the way.
We found out this year that sea gulls and crabs love Ritz crackers and nutter butters. Crabs will grab them and hold them in their claws til they are almost dissolved before they eat them but the sea gulls just swallow them whole. I remember one year we bought Cajun BBQ chips they were so hot no one could eat them so we decided to feed them to our friends the sea gulls. We got the biggest laugh watching them dip the chips in the water first and then eat them! It only took each bird once to figure out they had to be dipped in the water to "tame" the taste.
Having our latest guests down east for a visit was a true delight and we hope they can come again. A boy named Gavin had the most fun I think. He really seemed to enjoy himself especially when he was with his Uncle Billy. I understand he is still talking about his adventures as I write to you all and it has been several days since they left!
Gavin is a good sweet boy and a joy to have around! He told his mother that a 2 day visit was not long enough that next time he wanted to stay for 5 days and leave on the 6th day! Like I told the waitress the night before they left, a boy named Gavin can do everything but drive the car! He's that smart, yep he's going to go places that I'm sure. But for now he is busy making the Snook and a Hiedi Ho very proud not to mention his Sweet Aunt Donna too!
It is quiet around here again. It will remain that way until the next weekend when a Bird and her Rick arrive. And then once again we will pack up our tomato car and head out for our favorite place on the Island. The most wonderful place in the whole wide world, a magical place, The Point.
So my dears, remind me when you get here to tell you about our Island and all it has to offer. But most of all, remind me to take you to the end of our world, you are sure to like it! So until we speak again, this is the way I see it!
Friday, June 18, 2010
A Zombie With A Drink In Her Hand
Oh my dears I have missed you so much! Oh it's been such a trying week! You wouldn't believe it, between the pool driving me nutts, then the A/C acting up, not to mention me feeling puny! Ugh what a week it's been!
First off let me give you the good news on my kitty I saved! Ringo is doing fantastic! He is gained a pound or so in a week! He has the roundest belly and I can't seem to keep him away from the food dish. He is such a sweet heart. He likes to have his belly rubbed and will just fall asleep in your arms like a little baby. He has already wound us around his little paw!
Pool is looking good and all I need now is a cabanna boy. Might have to run an add in the paper for one, I can get used to floating around with a drink in my hand all day....yep ....I can do that.
Now on to the A/C! Leaked all over my utility room floor for 3 days til I finally got my nephew to help me out. Dipping and sopping up water was not getting me anywhere! Let me tell ya! I thought I was losing my mind my beautiful wood floors were buckling....well you get the picture. Well it only took 1/2 cup of bleach to clear the drain and all was well again. You know something that nephew of mine is a freaking genius!
Well I have decided my doctor is trying to kill me. She says I have high blood pressure so she puts me on HBP meds which is ok by me. I don't mind taking them. I wish I didn't but it's ok and to be expected after all I almost 50 and I am the last of my friends to take it. But what I think is killing me is this anti depressant she has me on. All I want to do is sleep! So when I take it during the day all I want to do is throw up and lay on the couch. Of course I don't feel well, I feel sick. So I decided to try taking it at night. Nope not gonna work that way either! I act like Im drugged all day long til it's time to go to bed and then it's time to take it again! No way it's over....guess the doc gonna have to figure something else out. I just don't look good floating around in a pool with a drink in my hand as a Zombie.
Well that's it for today, hope your day has been better. Until we talk again, have a great day!
First off let me give you the good news on my kitty I saved! Ringo is doing fantastic! He is gained a pound or so in a week! He has the roundest belly and I can't seem to keep him away from the food dish. He is such a sweet heart. He likes to have his belly rubbed and will just fall asleep in your arms like a little baby. He has already wound us around his little paw!
Pool is looking good and all I need now is a cabanna boy. Might have to run an add in the paper for one, I can get used to floating around with a drink in my hand all day....yep ....I can do that.
Now on to the A/C! Leaked all over my utility room floor for 3 days til I finally got my nephew to help me out. Dipping and sopping up water was not getting me anywhere! Let me tell ya! I thought I was losing my mind my beautiful wood floors were buckling....well you get the picture. Well it only took 1/2 cup of bleach to clear the drain and all was well again. You know something that nephew of mine is a freaking genius!
Well I have decided my doctor is trying to kill me. She says I have high blood pressure so she puts me on HBP meds which is ok by me. I don't mind taking them. I wish I didn't but it's ok and to be expected after all I almost 50 and I am the last of my friends to take it. But what I think is killing me is this anti depressant she has me on. All I want to do is sleep! So when I take it during the day all I want to do is throw up and lay on the couch. Of course I don't feel well, I feel sick. So I decided to try taking it at night. Nope not gonna work that way either! I act like Im drugged all day long til it's time to go to bed and then it's time to take it again! No way it's over....guess the doc gonna have to figure something else out. I just don't look good floating around in a pool with a drink in my hand as a Zombie.
Well that's it for today, hope your day has been better. Until we talk again, have a great day!
Monday, June 14, 2010
Why My Cats Are Laughing At Me!
I know it's been a few days since I last wrote you my dears but I've been rather busy around here! Saving kitties and putting a pool together not to mention doctor appointments....
Any who, so I saved me a kitty from sure death last week! Oh my dears he was SO sick! Took him to the vet on Friday after all my nursing seamed to do no good. He has a perforated ear drum, conjunctivitis and a chest cold plus he was severely underweight. So he is now living in the house with us. Eating high on the hog food and snuggling like he owns the place! We named him Ringo Star, because he has a white ring around his tail. He is gray and white and SO sweet!
Now on to the pool. What a mess this has turned into! Last Sunday, not yesterday, a week from yesterday, I bought an 18 x 48 pool above ground pool. Said it would take 20 minutes to sit up. Twenty minutes my ass! Took me 3 days just to get it up enough to add water to it! Then I started shocking it like it said. WELL after about $130 worth of chemicals the damn thing collapses and well I guess I have to start over don't I. Needless to say I was not happy. Oh yeah and the water was still green when it collapsed. Lucky me!
Went to the doctor last week and as usual they found something wrong. I now have High Blood pressure. Great just another pill to swallow. Like I need more. They also put me on something to help with the hot flashes well all it does it make me want to throw up! More like throw them away I say.
Feeling like crap yesterday I decided I would go out the back door and check on the pool (adding water again). Well I took a nose dive off the back steps! Nothing broken except my pride. But I did give the cats something to talk about! You know it is amazing what you think about when you are sailing thru the air! Like why didn't I install hand rails on the steps and thank you Hubs #3 for planting that bush there!
Any who, so I saved me a kitty from sure death last week! Oh my dears he was SO sick! Took him to the vet on Friday after all my nursing seamed to do no good. He has a perforated ear drum, conjunctivitis and a chest cold plus he was severely underweight. So he is now living in the house with us. Eating high on the hog food and snuggling like he owns the place! We named him Ringo Star, because he has a white ring around his tail. He is gray and white and SO sweet!
Now on to the pool. What a mess this has turned into! Last Sunday, not yesterday, a week from yesterday, I bought an 18 x 48 pool above ground pool. Said it would take 20 minutes to sit up. Twenty minutes my ass! Took me 3 days just to get it up enough to add water to it! Then I started shocking it like it said. WELL after about $130 worth of chemicals the damn thing collapses and well I guess I have to start over don't I. Needless to say I was not happy. Oh yeah and the water was still green when it collapsed. Lucky me!
Went to the doctor last week and as usual they found something wrong. I now have High Blood pressure. Great just another pill to swallow. Like I need more. They also put me on something to help with the hot flashes well all it does it make me want to throw up! More like throw them away I say.
Feeling like crap yesterday I decided I would go out the back door and check on the pool (adding water again). Well I took a nose dive off the back steps! Nothing broken except my pride. But I did give the cats something to talk about! You know it is amazing what you think about when you are sailing thru the air! Like why didn't I install hand rails on the steps and thank you Hubs #3 for planting that bush there!
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Who'da Thunk!
On our recent trip to Mississippi we came across the greatest concept since sliced bread! My dears, allow me to share in our discovery! We found the World. Yep that's right it's called the World. How does it work you say?
Well take I-20 west thru Vicksburg, MS, cross over the Mighty Mississippi River. Take your first exit and turn right. You will notice a tin building with a tin roof. Pull up to the drive thru window and order away! What's that you say? Drive-thru windows are nothing new? Well you're right on that however this kind of drive-thru is different. You see you can order your hamburger, your pack of smokes, your lottery ticket AND a MARGARITA TO GO! Yep you heard right! A MARGARITA TO GO! Now that's my kind of paradise!
Hubs #3 wants to retire there. Says it will make going to the bank a whole to experience. I can just imagine him trying to cash his SS check....." Ma'am, can ya hold my drink while I sign the back of this check?" Or while he's getting his license renewed, "Yes sir I did stop by the World on the way over and I plan on going back on my way home!"
Apparently, in the state of Louisiana it is perfectly alright to walk around with an alcoholic drink in your hand. Of course we are talking about the only state that has parishes instead of counties. After all they are mostly Catholic. Strange on one side of the bridge (Mississippi) you see 3 crosses and nothing but Baptist and on the other side you have the World. Who'da thunk?
When I think about it, we could use one of those up here in dear old North Carolina. Can you just imagine how enjoyable grocery shopping would be if you grabbed a margarita on the way? How about a trip to Wal-Mart? Now that would constitute at least two, you know one for each hand. You just never know who you're going to run into at Wal-Mart and you do need to be prepared for it all!!
So it has come to no surprise to me that Hubs #3 has already made plans to return to Louisiana. I guess he misses his new friends at the World. He has also started a World fund. Says he's going to retire down there and open his own World. This should prove interesting to say the least.
I really thought when I took my precious Yankee boy to the deep south he would balk and demand to be taken home. Well this just goes to show you everybody can be made happy in Louisiana.
Well until we meet again, keep an eye out for me in my tomato car!
Well take I-20 west thru Vicksburg, MS, cross over the Mighty Mississippi River. Take your first exit and turn right. You will notice a tin building with a tin roof. Pull up to the drive thru window and order away! What's that you say? Drive-thru windows are nothing new? Well you're right on that however this kind of drive-thru is different. You see you can order your hamburger, your pack of smokes, your lottery ticket AND a MARGARITA TO GO! Yep you heard right! A MARGARITA TO GO! Now that's my kind of paradise!
Hubs #3 wants to retire there. Says it will make going to the bank a whole to experience. I can just imagine him trying to cash his SS check....." Ma'am, can ya hold my drink while I sign the back of this check?" Or while he's getting his license renewed, "Yes sir I did stop by the World on the way over and I plan on going back on my way home!"
Apparently, in the state of Louisiana it is perfectly alright to walk around with an alcoholic drink in your hand. Of course we are talking about the only state that has parishes instead of counties. After all they are mostly Catholic. Strange on one side of the bridge (Mississippi) you see 3 crosses and nothing but Baptist and on the other side you have the World. Who'da thunk?
When I think about it, we could use one of those up here in dear old North Carolina. Can you just imagine how enjoyable grocery shopping would be if you grabbed a margarita on the way? How about a trip to Wal-Mart? Now that would constitute at least two, you know one for each hand. You just never know who you're going to run into at Wal-Mart and you do need to be prepared for it all!!
So it has come to no surprise to me that Hubs #3 has already made plans to return to Louisiana. I guess he misses his new friends at the World. He has also started a World fund. Says he's going to retire down there and open his own World. This should prove interesting to say the least.
I really thought when I took my precious Yankee boy to the deep south he would balk and demand to be taken home. Well this just goes to show you everybody can be made happy in Louisiana.
Well until we meet again, keep an eye out for me in my tomato car!
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Four Generations of Pink Ribbons
Having blue eyes or Aunt Connie's short stature is often noted in our family as being inherited. Most of us are right handed with one or two left handed thrown in for good measure. Long fingers and long legs is another family trait passed down from one generation to another.
I am the keeper of the family tree, at least on my mother's side of the family and for my husband's family, the Hollibaughs. I have diligently worked on both trees for over 10 years. I find it quite interesting to say the least, at which traits actually do show up in each generation. For instance in the Hollibaugh family, light blue eyes are a definite trait and can be traced back to the earliest pictures circular 1870's. How do I know you ask? Well even in black and white pictures if the eye color is pale it shows as pale in the picture.
There are some family traits you wish you couldn't pass on to your family. For instance Spinal Bifida, that runs heavy on my husband's family. Doctor's say it is not an inherited disease however it sure appears that way for the Hollibaughs. Then there is even more serious diseases like cancer...particularly Breast and Ovarian Cancer. Breast Cancer runs very heavy on my mother's side of the family.
My great grandmother Roseanne Vidue Hardeman Tolbert died from what was then called "tumors". She had them on her chest. She died back in the 1930's long before they even knew what to do about it or even what it was. She is our earliest victim of this nasty demon. Then there was her daughter, my grandmother Carrie Lee Tolbert Walker she died in 1965. From what we know today she had a crude sort of lumpectomy in 1954 to remove some tumors she had in her breast she was about.50 at that time. Back in 54 they didnot use Chemo or Radiation as a backup plan they just cut out the cancer and sent you home. By 1965 it was back with a vengeance. All they could do was try to make her comfortable. In 1989 history repeated itself again, this time it was my beloved mother. And you guessed it! She had just turned 50. She fought it and won! Made it thru the Chemo, the sickness, the hair loss and most of all the reconstructive surgery. She often told me the reconstructive surgery was the hardest part. In the end it was another demon that took her from us in 2000, Lupus. As of yet no one from this generation has Lupus and we pray daily no one ever will. Lupus is a nasty sneaky demon. My mother's sister, my aunt, my mother's only sister was next in line to receive the Cancer demon and sure enough she too got it in 2000. She is still with us and has been Cancer free for 10 years.
My baby sister, my only sister, received word this week that it is now her turn. She has Stage 1A. It is located in the same place as everyone else gets it, the same breast. She will have a lot of tough questions to ask and a lot to decide. She will be tested for the Cancer gene on Monday. We already know the outcome. There is really no need to be tested. Mama was of the belief that if she hadn't taken hormone replacements she would have never gotten cancer. We all wanted to believe that but now with my sister having breast cancer that is impossible to believe. You see Lori has never been a drinker, smoker, or drug abuser, as a matter of fact it is hard to get her to take an aspirin when she has a headache. And she has never taken hormones of any kind. I believe stress has played a huge roll in bringing hers out so early, she is only 44 years old.
Monday will be a big day for me too. I go for my annual checkup. And since I am approaching that magic number 50 where grandma, great grandma and mama discovered their cancer I am a little nervous. I have a lot of questions to ask. I will ask for the DNA test to see if I carry the gene. You see I have two beautiful daughters. And it is for them I must know the answer.
I am the keeper of the family tree, at least on my mother's side of the family and for my husband's family, the Hollibaughs. I have diligently worked on both trees for over 10 years. I find it quite interesting to say the least, at which traits actually do show up in each generation. For instance in the Hollibaugh family, light blue eyes are a definite trait and can be traced back to the earliest pictures circular 1870's. How do I know you ask? Well even in black and white pictures if the eye color is pale it shows as pale in the picture.
There are some family traits you wish you couldn't pass on to your family. For instance Spinal Bifida, that runs heavy on my husband's family. Doctor's say it is not an inherited disease however it sure appears that way for the Hollibaughs. Then there is even more serious diseases like cancer...particularly Breast and Ovarian Cancer. Breast Cancer runs very heavy on my mother's side of the family.
My great grandmother Roseanne Vidue Hardeman Tolbert died from what was then called "tumors". She had them on her chest. She died back in the 1930's long before they even knew what to do about it or even what it was. She is our earliest victim of this nasty demon. Then there was her daughter, my grandmother Carrie Lee Tolbert Walker she died in 1965. From what we know today she had a crude sort of lumpectomy in 1954 to remove some tumors she had in her breast she was about.50 at that time. Back in 54 they didnot use Chemo or Radiation as a backup plan they just cut out the cancer and sent you home. By 1965 it was back with a vengeance. All they could do was try to make her comfortable. In 1989 history repeated itself again, this time it was my beloved mother. And you guessed it! She had just turned 50. She fought it and won! Made it thru the Chemo, the sickness, the hair loss and most of all the reconstructive surgery. She often told me the reconstructive surgery was the hardest part. In the end it was another demon that took her from us in 2000, Lupus. As of yet no one from this generation has Lupus and we pray daily no one ever will. Lupus is a nasty sneaky demon. My mother's sister, my aunt, my mother's only sister was next in line to receive the Cancer demon and sure enough she too got it in 2000. She is still with us and has been Cancer free for 10 years.
My baby sister, my only sister, received word this week that it is now her turn. She has Stage 1A. It is located in the same place as everyone else gets it, the same breast. She will have a lot of tough questions to ask and a lot to decide. She will be tested for the Cancer gene on Monday. We already know the outcome. There is really no need to be tested. Mama was of the belief that if she hadn't taken hormone replacements she would have never gotten cancer. We all wanted to believe that but now with my sister having breast cancer that is impossible to believe. You see Lori has never been a drinker, smoker, or drug abuser, as a matter of fact it is hard to get her to take an aspirin when she has a headache. And she has never taken hormones of any kind. I believe stress has played a huge roll in bringing hers out so early, she is only 44 years old.
Monday will be a big day for me too. I go for my annual checkup. And since I am approaching that magic number 50 where grandma, great grandma and mama discovered their cancer I am a little nervous. I have a lot of questions to ask. I will ask for the DNA test to see if I carry the gene. You see I have two beautiful daughters. And it is for them I must know the answer.
Friday, June 4, 2010
News
The world is made up of people constantly seeking news of this and that. Striving to be the first to know! "Have you heard the news?" And the first to tell... "Oh, Do tell?"
Sometimes news can be a great thing to hear. Like the unexpected news of one's husband coming home early from a mission. Oh what joy that will bring to their family! I'm sure his wife and son are just counting the days til he returns.
The news of a baby soon to come is a joy hard to match! Pink, yellow and blue abound. Soon you learn boy or girl....pigtails or scuffed shoes.....bruised knees and pink cheeks.
The Joy of telling the news can be felt all the way down to your toes. Sometimes you actually work up an appetite telling the news, shouting it from the rooftops! Declaring it to be true!
Expressions on a person's face when they first hear the joyful tidings is priceless. There's a twinkle, a spark in the eye and a sharp intake of breath. A slight turn of the head from sudden disbelief and then a wide broad smile followed by warm laughter that can be heard throughout the neighborhood.
Normal news is more like "How's the weather?" and "Braves beat the Marlins". Simple to the point, no muss, no fuss news. That's the ho hum type. The kind no one is really listening to unless there is a storm coming, Super Bowl or Daytona 500.
Not much to be said about normal news except it fills in the gaps where other news doesn't. It makes it all fit somehow like the tidal waves....in and out.......it works around til it fits. I like normal news, it's there as a base to remind you of how it should be not the way it appears.
Then there is this other news. You know the kind you don't want to deal with so you throw it up in the dash of you car and hope the hot sun fades it. But of course it doesn't. So you try to forget it's just sitting up there, waiting for you to make that call. This news is you don't want to know so you keep putting it off year after year until you can't wait any longer.
Sometimes there is the news no one wants to deliver. This type of news can come from a friend, relative, officer, clergy, doctor or even a stranger. Even though this type of news is never good, I wouldn't say it is bad either. It may be bad to hear but not bad for the deceased, for they are far better off than we are here. There will be no suffering, no hunger, no pain and those who have gone before us will be waiting for us with open arms. So it is only human nature to not want to hear it or deliver it to another and it is human nature to recognize it is a passage of life we must all take someday.
The Army tells their soldier's family that if they are injured the family will be contacted by phone as soon as possible. However, if the injury proves to be fatal the family will be notified by clergy in the form of a visit. The thoughts of receiving that type of news by that method scares the hell out of me. I have several friends whose sons and daughters are in the Army. Knowing those mamas personally gives me the right to tell you they don't breathe too often. I guess in these circumstances there would be no easy way tell this kind of news.
My sister called me today with news I thought I would never hear coming out of her mouth. News I have lived in denial of for so many years. After all we are invincible right? She calmly told what I needed to know and what the course of action may entail. All I can think of is that phone call I got on a friday afternoon long ago in September 1989. I know that was a long time ago and things have changed. Chances are much better now than they were in '89. So are the choices. Prognosis is great! The road will be well planned out and I am sure there will be some hurdles but it is achievable. We just got to believe. There is a lot of fear and a lot of praying to come. This type of news is faith.
Sometimes news can be a great thing to hear. Like the unexpected news of one's husband coming home early from a mission. Oh what joy that will bring to their family! I'm sure his wife and son are just counting the days til he returns.
The news of a baby soon to come is a joy hard to match! Pink, yellow and blue abound. Soon you learn boy or girl....pigtails or scuffed shoes.....bruised knees and pink cheeks.
The Joy of telling the news can be felt all the way down to your toes. Sometimes you actually work up an appetite telling the news, shouting it from the rooftops! Declaring it to be true!
Expressions on a person's face when they first hear the joyful tidings is priceless. There's a twinkle, a spark in the eye and a sharp intake of breath. A slight turn of the head from sudden disbelief and then a wide broad smile followed by warm laughter that can be heard throughout the neighborhood.
Normal news is more like "How's the weather?" and "Braves beat the Marlins". Simple to the point, no muss, no fuss news. That's the ho hum type. The kind no one is really listening to unless there is a storm coming, Super Bowl or Daytona 500.
Not much to be said about normal news except it fills in the gaps where other news doesn't. It makes it all fit somehow like the tidal waves....in and out.......it works around til it fits. I like normal news, it's there as a base to remind you of how it should be not the way it appears.
Then there is this other news. You know the kind you don't want to deal with so you throw it up in the dash of you car and hope the hot sun fades it. But of course it doesn't. So you try to forget it's just sitting up there, waiting for you to make that call. This news is you don't want to know so you keep putting it off year after year until you can't wait any longer.
Sometimes there is the news no one wants to deliver. This type of news can come from a friend, relative, officer, clergy, doctor or even a stranger. Even though this type of news is never good, I wouldn't say it is bad either. It may be bad to hear but not bad for the deceased, for they are far better off than we are here. There will be no suffering, no hunger, no pain and those who have gone before us will be waiting for us with open arms. So it is only human nature to not want to hear it or deliver it to another and it is human nature to recognize it is a passage of life we must all take someday.
The Army tells their soldier's family that if they are injured the family will be contacted by phone as soon as possible. However, if the injury proves to be fatal the family will be notified by clergy in the form of a visit. The thoughts of receiving that type of news by that method scares the hell out of me. I have several friends whose sons and daughters are in the Army. Knowing those mamas personally gives me the right to tell you they don't breathe too often. I guess in these circumstances there would be no easy way tell this kind of news.
My sister called me today with news I thought I would never hear coming out of her mouth. News I have lived in denial of for so many years. After all we are invincible right? She calmly told what I needed to know and what the course of action may entail. All I can think of is that phone call I got on a friday afternoon long ago in September 1989. I know that was a long time ago and things have changed. Chances are much better now than they were in '89. So are the choices. Prognosis is great! The road will be well planned out and I am sure there will be some hurdles but it is achievable. We just got to believe. There is a lot of fear and a lot of praying to come. This type of news is faith.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
And Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep
The past month has been an emotional one for me to say the least. I have watched a dear friend struggle with the loss of the love of her life. Cancer was the demon we all expected to take him however it was something as simple as a heart attack that did it. Michael always liked things quick and to the point. So this was just like him. She waited for 35 years for an answer she never received. She waited patiently for him to decide. In the end he just quietly shut the door and left her with unanswered questions. I pray she finds the answers and finds her way back to us all. I miss my friend.
I had a dream the same dream several times prior to his passing. Finally, I decided to act on this dream. Thinking it was for another I decided to investigate. While visiting with my relatives I discovered it wasn't for my inner circle of family and friends. That dream was about him and for her. In my dream I am standing outside looking at a man with dark hair he is standing beside a small car. The car is dark in color. I cannot see his face clear enough to say who he is, yet I know this person. He keeps pointing to the woman inside the car and he tells me " She needs you". Three times I have this dream and each time it gets more urgent and the picture becomes clearer. Each time I pick up more details. Since my visit I have not dreamed this dream. So when she called me to tell me Michael had passed I was not surprised. I already knew, he had told me. She needed me and I went to her. Our visit was short but positive. She knows she is loved by me and my family.
A few short weeks ago another friend of mine suffered a devastating blow to herself and her family. Her husband, the love of her life, her happiness killed himself. He suffered from PTSD. No matter how many times he cried out for help there was no one there willing to help him. All he had was his beautiful wife and she was so overwhelmed. They tried every avenue open to them but were told to "take 2 Motrin and call me in the morning". Now one of America's finest heroes is gone. I pray every night that she can find the strength to go on for the sake of her children. I pray every day that she will find the peace he so desperately seeked and the answers she must gather for the sake of her children. In the end it is for the children we seek answers.
After his services in DE, I picked her up from the airport and we began the long ride to her home. We spoke about many things on that ride. Things I had long since stopped talking about but never forgot. I will always remember you Greg.
One of the things we talked about was Lady Bugs. My husband and I set free three Lady Bugs on our trip to the deep south. One in Alabama, one in Mississippi and the last in Bethlehelm, Ga. When we got home I found the crushed carnation she had played with under my car seat. I believe God was with us on that trip home from the airport. I believe there were others too.
My mother's first great grandson has been ill of late. I pray so hard that he will become strong and bounce back from all of this. I visited with him today and for the first time he wasn't crying and he seemed very content. I pray this is a good sign. Dear God, we as a family need a good sign today and tomorrow.
My baby sister has her own hurdle to jump and I as the eldest cannot take care of her. I cannot do this for her. I pray so hard. She is the only true sister I have and my life without her would be unbearable to say the least. So I pray tonight for her that all of the tests come back negative.
My mother always told me you don't need to go to church to talk with God. That if you want to speak to Him, just reach out and touch another living thing and start talking. God is in everything we see. He is in the wind that blows thru your hair, He is in the sweet sound of a baby sleeping and He is in the warm embrace we give to one another.
So I pray for them all. Until tomorrow my dears, I will pray for you.
I had a dream the same dream several times prior to his passing. Finally, I decided to act on this dream. Thinking it was for another I decided to investigate. While visiting with my relatives I discovered it wasn't for my inner circle of family and friends. That dream was about him and for her. In my dream I am standing outside looking at a man with dark hair he is standing beside a small car. The car is dark in color. I cannot see his face clear enough to say who he is, yet I know this person. He keeps pointing to the woman inside the car and he tells me " She needs you". Three times I have this dream and each time it gets more urgent and the picture becomes clearer. Each time I pick up more details. Since my visit I have not dreamed this dream. So when she called me to tell me Michael had passed I was not surprised. I already knew, he had told me. She needed me and I went to her. Our visit was short but positive. She knows she is loved by me and my family.
A few short weeks ago another friend of mine suffered a devastating blow to herself and her family. Her husband, the love of her life, her happiness killed himself. He suffered from PTSD. No matter how many times he cried out for help there was no one there willing to help him. All he had was his beautiful wife and she was so overwhelmed. They tried every avenue open to them but were told to "take 2 Motrin and call me in the morning". Now one of America's finest heroes is gone. I pray every night that she can find the strength to go on for the sake of her children. I pray every day that she will find the peace he so desperately seeked and the answers she must gather for the sake of her children. In the end it is for the children we seek answers.
After his services in DE, I picked her up from the airport and we began the long ride to her home. We spoke about many things on that ride. Things I had long since stopped talking about but never forgot. I will always remember you Greg.
One of the things we talked about was Lady Bugs. My husband and I set free three Lady Bugs on our trip to the deep south. One in Alabama, one in Mississippi and the last in Bethlehelm, Ga. When we got home I found the crushed carnation she had played with under my car seat. I believe God was with us on that trip home from the airport. I believe there were others too.
My mother's first great grandson has been ill of late. I pray so hard that he will become strong and bounce back from all of this. I visited with him today and for the first time he wasn't crying and he seemed very content. I pray this is a good sign. Dear God, we as a family need a good sign today and tomorrow.
My baby sister has her own hurdle to jump and I as the eldest cannot take care of her. I cannot do this for her. I pray so hard. She is the only true sister I have and my life without her would be unbearable to say the least. So I pray tonight for her that all of the tests come back negative.
My mother always told me you don't need to go to church to talk with God. That if you want to speak to Him, just reach out and touch another living thing and start talking. God is in everything we see. He is in the wind that blows thru your hair, He is in the sweet sound of a baby sleeping and He is in the warm embrace we give to one another.
So I pray for them all. Until tomorrow my dears, I will pray for you.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
32 inches with a wingspan of 64 inches
My dears! I almost took flight and flew back to NC on my recent visit to Mississippi. I have always been told they grow things big down there but no one told me HOW BIG! Or maybe I just forgot!
Anywho I was sitting there quietly typing away on my computer, probably talking to one of you when all of a sudden it landed on my hand! My friend Beth said "What the ?????" All I could do was sling it and my hand all over the living room! I mean it was 32 inches long, black and it FLEW! That was all I needed to know! Well my dears, it fell into my netbook, I slammed the netbook closed and threw it to the floor! Ran out into the yard screaming at the top of my lungs! IT TOUCHED ME! I could hardly breathe! Poor Hubs #3 didn't know what to do, said in all the years we had been together he had never seen me move so quickly!
My BFF, Beth who is now my HF (Hero forever) managed to killed the monster and restore order to the house. Funny how after you kill one of those dinosaurs how small they look in death......
Hubs #3 still thinks it is the funniest thing he has ever seen. I hope I live to see one land on him! Grrrrr!!! I myself had to spend the first day in Mississippi laid up on the couch, I managed to throw my back out while fleeing from a dinosaur with a 64 inch wingspan.....
Anywho I was sitting there quietly typing away on my computer, probably talking to one of you when all of a sudden it landed on my hand! My friend Beth said "What the ?????" All I could do was sling it and my hand all over the living room! I mean it was 32 inches long, black and it FLEW! That was all I needed to know! Well my dears, it fell into my netbook, I slammed the netbook closed and threw it to the floor! Ran out into the yard screaming at the top of my lungs! IT TOUCHED ME! I could hardly breathe! Poor Hubs #3 didn't know what to do, said in all the years we had been together he had never seen me move so quickly!
My BFF, Beth who is now my HF (Hero forever) managed to killed the monster and restore order to the house. Funny how after you kill one of those dinosaurs how small they look in death......
Hubs #3 still thinks it is the funniest thing he has ever seen. I hope I live to see one land on him! Grrrrr!!! I myself had to spend the first day in Mississippi laid up on the couch, I managed to throw my back out while fleeing from a dinosaur with a 64 inch wingspan.....
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
My Recent Trip
Well my dears, my recent trip to Mississippi proved to be quite interesting to say the least! Hubs#3 and I enjoyed ourselves immensely! I reconnected with a few old friends and found that things had changed so much yet nothing had changed at all! Meanwhile, Hubs #3 found new friends and didn't want to leave! Well after 10 days of vacation who would want to leave? I mean after all we WERE having fun and there was NO ONE to tell us it was time to return to the real world right? WRONG!
Angel Child called first just to check on us she said. Next came the Free Spirited Child but we think it was just to know the exact time we were coming home so she could clean up from the party! Mostly it was the Chosen One who called everyday except the day this pocket called every thirty minutes. We can't count that day!
Funny how when we are young our parents check on us and now that we are old our children are checking on us. Makes me wonder if my will is in order....
All in all I would say we had the best vacation ever. From the "Welcome to Mississippi" party to the "So sorry you have to go" party there is nothing like the hospitality of my deep south friends.
We spent a lot of time in the country those 10 days. Looking first at land than and houses with land. Wondering aloud should we retire here in Mississippi or perhaps in Georgia where our Eldest of all lives. Where ever we decided to retire it had better be close to friends, family and that beautiful red dirt I love so much......
Angel Child called first just to check on us she said. Next came the Free Spirited Child but we think it was just to know the exact time we were coming home so she could clean up from the party! Mostly it was the Chosen One who called everyday except the day this pocket called every thirty minutes. We can't count that day!
Funny how when we are young our parents check on us and now that we are old our children are checking on us. Makes me wonder if my will is in order....
All in all I would say we had the best vacation ever. From the "Welcome to Mississippi" party to the "So sorry you have to go" party there is nothing like the hospitality of my deep south friends.
We spent a lot of time in the country those 10 days. Looking first at land than and houses with land. Wondering aloud should we retire here in Mississippi or perhaps in Georgia where our Eldest of all lives. Where ever we decided to retire it had better be close to friends, family and that beautiful red dirt I love so much......
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