Sarcastic Granny

Wordless Wednesday

2012-02-08T02:06:00.001-06:00

*My Youngest Son gave me this photo of him and me, framed. He added the words. My picture quality stinks, but it's hard to take a picture of a picture in glass.

High Anxiety

2012-01-26T00:34:00.000-06:00

I'm an overly anxious person. Anyone that knows me will vouch it's the truth. I think things through nine ways to Sunday, then I think them through again. I'm not spontaneous. I have to be able to wrap my ~~limited brain~~ mind around something. Yes, it's a horrible flaw I live with.

Back in December, while consumed with the dread and anxiety of Christmas, I received some mail I had known was coming all year, my drivers license renewal. Oh, goody, something else to heighten my anxiety.

Two of the kids said, Mom, don't sweat it, just do it online. That sounded promising. I allowed Christmas to be done, before trying to tackle another stress. Guess what, I didn't qualify to renew online... of course. It couldn't be that simple. Six years prior, I was able to renew by mail. It had been twelve years since I had to brave it in person, pass a vision test and have my mug shot taken.

On Monday the weather was nice and we were expecting less than nice weather for the next few days. Since hubby was off, we decided Monday would be the best day to brave it.

Most people wouldn't give this a second thought. I'm not most people. I don't know what it's like where you are, but in my area the DPS office is a zoo. An overcrowded zoo. I was not going to go there ~~without a gun~~ alone.

Upon arrival at the DPS office, the sign said to check in at the desk before standing in any line, which I did. She asked for my license and gave me a number, then she informed us it would be a 2 1/2 hour wait. Hubby asked if I wanted to wait that long, or come back another day. OH, HECK NO, I'M HERE NOW AND I DON'T WANT TO COME BACK. THERE'S NO GUARANTEE IT WOULDN'T BE JUST AS BAD, OR WORSE, THE NEXT TIME. So, we found a spot by the wall to stand.

Just a hair before the 2 hour mark, they called my number. I walked around to the counter, took care of the first part, AND THEN SHE TOLD ME TO PUT MY FACE ON THAT AWFUL VISION MACHINE, THAT EVERY TOM, DICK, HARRY AND HELEN, HAD HAD THEIR FACE ON. I had already thought of that one. I whipped out my towel and covered where my face had to contact the contaminated machine... AND PASSED! Whew!

Then she took my mug shot, which we will NOT discuss and handed me a printout of my temporary license.

I had done it! The rest of the day I kept saying how excited I was that it was over. Hubby got sick of hearing it and finally told me if I said it again, he was going to smack me, and he didn't mean a kiss. I said it and he smacked me on my broadest target and I actually let him get away with it, I was that relieved.

Today, during a slack in the rain, hubby walked outside to check the mail. I heard laughing and figured he was chatting with someone outside. He stepped in the house, still laughing and said, "You aren't going to believe this!" It took about a half a second, before I said... "You better not tell me I got a jury summons!"

Sure enough, I did!

Mr. Music

2012-01-17T01:15:00.001-06:00

I loved you before I even knew you

You needed me and I needed you more

You loved music...

loved to be naked...

Loved to be outside...

Still, there was music

You braved the slide...

Braved the dreaded pitching machine...

Braved the hospital...

Braved the waves...

And still there was music...

And music


May there always be music in your life!

"Happy 35th Birthday, RJ!"

No Way, Yes Weah

2012-01-04T20:37:00.000-06:00

Hubby and I went to what I call the "Big City" the other night, to visit and have dinner with Middle Son and his girlfriend. We don't go very often and sometimes things change from visit to visit.

I admire artistic people, whether their talents are painting, photography, writing, decorating, or any number of things that I believe take skill and talent. Even parenting takes a certain amount of skill and talent, especially survival skills. I lacked a lot of talent in this area, however, I was able to achieve a few survival skills I still find useful.

Okay, I'm wandering and getting off track, sorry.

So, on our little trip to the Big City, we were almost to Middle Sons place, when I saw something that wasn't there before. On the side of a building was new artwork. The entire side of the building. Have you ever tried to paint on a textured surface? It isn't easy. Not only is it not easy, this art was on the side of a building that wasn't tiny and had to require some type of scaffolding, out in the elements to boot. I have no idea how he was able to make the outlines look smooth and not wiggly. No idea.

I snapped a photo as we rounded the corner, then snapped another when we were able to stop in front of it for a second. My photos don't do it justice. The first one we were moving and the second one I could only get a portion of.

A few days later, I emailed my Youngest Son a copy of the photo, showing him that I was using the camera he had given me for Christmas. He emailed me back that the artwork looked like the same style his friend Rene does. I mentioned today that I was thinking of posting it to the blog and did it belong to Rene. He said it didn't, but that it belonged to a friend of Rene's and even sent me a link to a short video of the artist.

Regardless of the type of art you are drawn to, this artwork took talent, skill and a lot of time. I have a deep appreciation for that!

Thank you, Daniel "Weah" Anguilu!

Happy New Year!

2011-12-31T16:01:00.000-06:00

In Memory Of Emily

2011-12-29T22:40:00.000-06:00

On December 15th, the world lost a truly beautiful person and blogger, in a car accident.

My thoughts and prayers are with the family as they cope with their loss.

Emily, I will miss your amazing poetry and images. Most of all, I will miss you, friend.

Click here to visit Emily's blog, "Alice In Wonderland "

Wordless Wednesday

2011-12-28T02:52:00.000-06:00

The Day After

2011-12-26T02:35:00.001-06:00

Christmas is over and I have survived!

The family gathering on Christmas Eve went very well. There was only one whiny child (that doesn't belong to me) and one kinda whiny adult, but bless her heart... she was frazzled. No, it wasn't me.

I stayed in my pajamas all day, Christmas Day. I didn't overeat, ~~unless you count snacking on cookies~~ and only had tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich and, of course, coffee, several times.

I took a short nap, since that was interrupted because I had to pee. Funny how that always happens when I lay down. I hate that! All the perfectly good naps and nights that are ruined by having to get up and pee. Okay, I know, TMI... sorry.

When my kids grew up, I started a little tradition at Christmas. Care packages. Care packages have included many things over the years, but always stuff I thought they could use. The guys get flannel sleep pants and comfy shirts, the girls get flannel or fuzzy sleep pants and shirts. Other items include, socks, snacks, lotion, razors, shave cream, coffee, hot chocolate, etc., you get the idea. Imagine my surprise when my middle Son sent me a photo of the bag used for the care package and it had this in it...

Wait a minute, I didn't put that in there! I offered to look for the receipt, in case he need to make a return. He said no, he'd keep it!

Many of you know I've been wanting to get a new camera and haven't been able to make up my mind. There are SO MANY OUT THERE it's mind boggling, even if you have a good mind. Just imagine my problem, not having a mind to work with! My youngest Son surprised with with the tiniest little camera you can imagine. If I lose a few pounds, or buy bigger jeans, I can actually fit this little thing in my pocket!

To show you the approximate size of this camera, this is side by side with a pack of gum. (I couldn't use the new camera to take the photo, for obvious reasons)

Pretty small, huh!

I took a couple of tests shots and I'm loving this baby!

I've only figured out how to charge the battery, get it in the camera, put in the memory card, snap a shot, delete a shot and get the photos onto the computer. There's going to be a lot more to figure out. Sure wish somebody could have gotten me a brain to go with it!

Almost

2011-12-24T02:51:00.000-06:00

It is officially December 24th and with any luck, by this time tomorrow evening, I will be snug in bed, filled with relief for surviving another Christmas. Since the family will gather on Christmas Eve, my celebrating will be over for another year. It is then I can breathe a deep sigh and relax. I'm ready.

I'd like to wish everyone a joyous holiday. If you are driving somewhere, be safe! There are going to be a lot of idiots out there, ~~drinking in the Christmas spirit(s)~~ celebrating.

Merry Christmas, Everyone!

Once Upon A Time...

2011-12-13T02:46:00.001-06:00

... long, long ago, I was naughty.

For Christmas, I got this...

(coal wrapped in red tissue paper)

Sure hope I had fun, I don't remember!

Finding The Christmas Spirit

2011-12-05T01:57:00.000-06:00

Yep, I found a little Christmas spirit. It came frozen, with salt.

Unfortunately, it wore off pretty quick and now I'm back to Bah humbug.

I'll keep trying.

Thursday

2011-11-24T00:42:00.000-06:00

I'm not a holiday person. Sure, I'm thankful and grateful for my blessings... every single day of the year. However, during the holidays, I go into survival mode. I just want them to be over as quickly as possible, with as little drama as possible.

I can only imagine how the Thanksgiving turkey must be feeling. I hope to fare better than he does!

Happy Thanksgiving, Everyone!

Dear Lord

2011-11-22T02:21:00.000-06:00

Thank you for this wonderful child. She is truly a gift. Guide her as she grows. Protect her from harm. There will be struggles and hurtful people in her life. May she always be surrounded by people who love and cherish her.

And Lord, I might as well ask your forgiveness in advance, because if someone causes this child any problems... you can bet I'm going to do some serious damage to them. Amen.

"HAPPY 7TH BIRTHDAY, TINK!"

Mews Flash

2011-11-20T15:17:00.002-06:00

I would like to thank everyone for the comments, suggestions and emails regarding the cats. It's wonderful to know there are kind, animal loving people out there, that really care.

Every once in a while, things work out well. Those things aren't usually associated with me, however, this time they were.

I had emailed a childhood friend, who has always been involved with animals, either her own, or her kids, through FFA, etc. I thought perhaps through her connections, she might know someone with a barn, that could use a couple of barn cats. She recommended I call a local feed store and talk to them. I did and the lady offered to take the kitten, but not the momma cat. Had scheduling been different, I would have taken the kitten to her.

Because of the amount of overtime hubby has been working and my allergy issues and worrying about trying to do the kitten transport by myself, I held off. It's a good thing I did. My sweet cousin, Linda, had sent out an email with pictures of the cats, to her good friend, Janice. Janice, in turn, found a couple willing to take them both! Momma cat and kitten are so close, I really hated the thought of separating them and now I didn't have to. I can't tell you what a relief that was. The plan is for them to be indoor cats... in a really nice home.

On Saturday, Linda and Janice arrived and the first thing Momma cat did was welcome them at the car. Janice stepped out of the van and immediately stroked her, something I had been unable to do. It did my heart good to see that. She opened the back of the van, pulled out a small carrier and brought it over and sat it in the grass. Momma cat didn't shy away. Janice opened the carrier door and Momma nosed halfway inside and Janice nudged her in. The kitten was watching from a few feet away, in the safety of the bushes. Hubby was able to pick her up and she was put in the carrier with Momma, without any problems. I can't tell you how concerned I was, that they would magically attain extra legs and cause dire wounds to the person attempting to contain them. Whew!

There was no trauma, or cat cries, whatsoever, although I did have a few tears and will miss them. Being able to only stroke them with my shoes, was not acceptable for such sweeties. I hope they will have the love and affection they deserve and provide much joy to their adopted family.

I will end this post with a couple of pictures from Saturday. Momma cat was impossible to take pictures of. Every time I would squat down, she wanted to rub herself against me. I only got one decent shot.

Thank you again, Linda, Janice and the new "Forever" Family!

The End!

One Week Makes One Weak!

2011-11-14T00:00:00.001-06:00

I'm not a crazy cat lady. The crazy part I have covered, however, I'm extreeeeemly allergic to cats. As much as I think they are adorable and I DO think they are adorable, I can't have cats. Three of my kids are also allergic and my Granddaughter has asthma.

Last Monday, in the wee hours of the morning, some jackass (pardon my language) dumped a storage tote of cats in my yard. There were at least four. I stepped outside when I heard them making racket and stomped my feet to discourage them away from my porch. One kept approaching me, meowing. I retreated inside to get a squirt bottle, to further discourage them. That's when I saw something that stopped me in my tracks. The baby. Crap, an overly adorable young kitten. Did I mention I'm allergic?

Shoot! What now? My neighbor is a cat lady, but she already has cats. She said she wouldn't let one starve if it showed up at her house, but I can't get the cats to move along and I refuse to let them starve, or shoo them away and worry myself to death over what happens to them.

Only two of them, mother and baby, are remaining glued to my front beds and porch. The other two have moved along, thank goodness. I've tried calling three no-kill shelters and they are full. Imagine that.

I CAN'T KEEP THESE CATS! Have I mentioned I'm allergic?

My neighbor, the cat lady, gave us a baggie of cat food, for safe measure. They went through that in no time. I bought a small bag of cat food! How crazy is that??? (Shoot me now) I don't want these cats to stay here, yet I'm feeding them! That's not the way to rid yourself of cats.

4:15 am, hubby is trying to get out the door to go to work. I'm trying to help by getting a scoop of food out there, so he can make it to the car without being followed and worrying about running over one of them, when the mommy cat squeezes between my legs and heads INSIDE MY HOUSE, LIKED IT OWNED THE PLACE! We were able to lure it back out by jiggling a scoop of food, but the fact it got in, is very distressing to me. Have I mentioned I'm allergic to cats?

Somebody help me, something has to be done! Should I call the SPCA? I won't call the pound, I'm pretty sure they would put them down. I hate begging and feeling desperate, but I'm desperate to find them a home with someone who can love them and touch them. They so want to be petted and loved.

I CAN'T HAVE CATS... I WON'T HAVE CATS... however, they are gorgeous!

FOR CRYIN' OUT LOUD, IT'S IN MY DANG CHAIR!

Punctuation

2011-11-08T02:15:00.000-06:00

An English professor wrote the words:

"A woman without her man is nothing"

on the chalkboard and asked his students to punctuate it correctly.

All of the males in the class wrote:

"A woman, without her man, is nothing."

All the females in the class wrote:

"A woman: without her, man is nothing."

Punctuation is powerful

Halloween

2011-10-27T15:45:00.001-05:00

My youngest Son loves the holidays, especially Halloween. He never fails to come up with creative costumes for the parties he attends. At a recent gathering of friends (he has tons of friends) they carved some pumpkins. I'd like to share them with you, if you have a minute.

And... I just happen to have a couple of shots of a past costume!

Pretty cool, huh! By the way... my Son carved the Phil Collins pumpkin.

Thanks, Son... I love you!

Happy Halloween!

4 T

2011-10-20T01:17:00.000-05:00

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY... AGAIN, SON! Slow down, please, you're making me an old woman.

I'm Feeling Grumpy

2011-10-15T15:37:00.000-05:00

In my area, one of the things you don't want to be without is AC. Right now... I am. That makes me grumpy. Not nearly as grumpy as it would have if the temps were still in the triple digits, but grumpy none the less.

Another thing that makes me grumpy, is when I feel I have offended someone and had no intention to do so. Please forgive me if you have taken offense at my moaning about Lightbox. I mean you none, I just enjoy your the heck out of your photos!

I've mentioned on numerous occasions that I'm a much better follower, than I am at posting. Many of the blogs I follow post excellent photography! I enjoy seeing the world through their eyes and camera lens. Also, I don't skim posts. I read every word and take my time looking at the photos.

The Lightbox feature that blogger has, once again, added, makes enlarging the photos to full screen, impossible. Personally, I don't like it. For the people that wish to hurry through the blogs and be able to skip clicking on a photo, then clicking again, to view it at maximum detail... Lightbox is your ticket! You can view them all, very quickly.

However, if you want to allow your viewers the ability to appreciate the detail, I don't personally think it's the way to go.

Blogger has allowed options this time around. For those who aren't aware of the options, this fix is simple and I am going to post it below.

Thank you, Blogger, for listening to us and allowing us the option to make a choice. Choice is a good thing!

Here is the option:

Brett here from the Blogger team. I wanted to follow-up on this thread to let everyone know that we truly appreciated all the feedback you passed along during the initial launch of our lightbox feature. We ran through the list of issues and have spent a lot of time improving the feature, which we're now excited to launch again later this afternoon.

Besides fixing a handful of bugs, we've also created an option to disable it per blog, which can be easily found in Settings | Posts and Comments in the new UI, and Settings | Formatting in the old UI. We'll also be posting more information later this afternoon on buzz.blogger.com, so keep an ear out for that post.

Thanks again for helping make Blogger better,

-Brett

Mom?

2011-10-09T22:50:00.000-05:00

Mom, why did you cut my pizza???

Oh, yeah... thanks!

I'm A Tech Idiot

2011-10-01T15:04:00.000-05:00

I complain, a lot, about being an idiot with new technology. Or, changes in the limited technology I'm familiar with. When someone sends me something like this, I have to smile and say, "Thank goodness I'm not THAT bad!"

Have a great weekend!

Blogger Blunders

2011-09-21T01:11:00.002-05:00

Update: Due to the large number of complaints, this has been removed!

I don't like the new "Lightbox" feature blogger has installed without the option to opt out. Many of the blogs I follow, post amazing photography. I have always been able to click, to enlarge the photos and see the detail. This new feature doesn't allow that. The fact that it was foisted on us, with no warning and limited options to those who aren't computer savvy enough to figure out how to disable it, is appalling.

While searching for answers, I discovered many who feel the same way.

I am a miniscule fish in the ocean of bloggers out there and struggle with changes. To those of you bigger and smarter, what is your opinion?

Karen, Connie, Pat, Betsy, Vicki, Bonnie, Lisa and many others whose photos I so admire... YOU HAVE BEEN ROBBED OF THE ABILITY FOR YOUR READERS TO ENLARGE YOUR PHOTOS AND SEE THE SPLENDOR AND DETAIL. PLEASE, DO SOMETHING. COMPLAIN TO BLOGGER. LET THEM HEAR FROM YOU! YOUR FOLLOWERS NEED TO BE ABLE TO APPRECIATE YOUR PHOTOS!

Sorry for screaming. I don't know what else to do. We need options. Someone bigger and smarter needs to help. I can't do it. I struggle to do what I do, as it is.

PLEASE!

Swarm

2011-09-20T01:00:00.004-05:00

I stepped outside yesterday and was shocked at what I saw. One of the sago palms looked like it was moving, only it wasn't the palm, it was what was on it. I grabbed the camera and tried to capture what I was seeing, but the video doesn't do it justice, at all.

This is very short and you may have to pop it out in order to see what I'm talking about. Without the camera, the light hit their wings and the base of the palm looked like it was writhing. In addition to the ones with wings, there were tons, without wings. Look at the fronds when I pan up and see if you can catch it.

This is the stuff nightmares are made of and it was much more creepy in person.

If you can't tell what they are... it's ants. Big ants! We've had horrible issues with them this year.

Hallelujah

2011-09-19T00:14:00.000-05:00

Finally, we had some rain! Not nearly enough to end the drought conditions, but we'll take what we can get.

Haven't heard the sounds of rain and thunder, nearly enough these past few months. I'd love to hear it again, soon, as long as it doesn't have a name attached to it!

Instead

2011-09-11T11:58:00.000-05:00

Last night I had a beautiful tribute to 9/11 planned for today, sent to me by my cousin Polly. I was relieved to have something touching, that didn't have to be created in my own head. However, after a long day spent celebrating my Granddaughter's birthday earlier in the week, I came home to find a disturbing email from a friend. I wept for her and the struggle she is facing. So, while I remember the tragedy of 9/11, ten years ago, I want my friend to know my thoughts and prayers are with her and the battle she is facing today and for many days to come.

Linda, I'm here for you, I'm thinking of you, I'm praying for you and my heart is breaking for you.

God Bless You!

Smoke From A Distant Fire

2011-09-09T00:32:00.002-05:00

A couple of people have asked if the wildfires were in my area. I'm relieved to report, they aren't. We have been seeing the smoke on the horizon. Prayers to everyone dealing with them. My heart goes out to you!

My cousin emailed me some horrifying photos and I would like to share one. I'm not sure who to credit it to, so I'll just say, "Thank you, Linda"

This (below) was my view of the smoke from the fires. I hope that's as close as I get!

What we really need, is rain. Desperately.

Green Eyed Girl

2011-09-06T02:41:00.001-05:00

Happy Birthday, Sweetie! Granny and Pop Pop love you very much.

Big Difference

2011-09-04T00:50:00.000-05:00

Last Saturday night, after dark.


This Saturday night, after dark!

Big difference!!!

The Color Poople

2011-08-28T01:14:00.002-05:00

My Son received a phone message from a friend who was doing a little painting. She stepped away from her paint and when she returned, her dog had decided to add his own color!

Do you think he was trying to tell her something?

For those who can't tell from the picture, he pooped in the middle of her paint mixing palette, similar to this.

Thoughts and prayers to everyone dealing with "Irene!"

August 25th

2011-08-25T02:00:00.001-05:00

There was a time, long ago, I couldn't imagine a person as wonderful as you. A person that could be honest and loving, in spite of my imperfection. A person who accepts what I've become, even though I'm drastically different than when we met. The person who has loved me, through thick and thin and thick again, in life circumstance, as well as waistline.

You are a blessing to everyone whose life you touch, mine especially.

"Happy 65th Birthday to my Love!"

Picture This

2011-08-14T20:00:00.004-05:00


Hi, Granny... again.


Why are you still here?

I'm getting hungry...

This finger seems to have lost all it's flavor, could you get my Mommy?

Oh, no... what do you mean Mommy isn't here, where the heck is she?

Granny, you know I love you... but I need my Mommy.

This is absolutely NOT ACCEPTABLE!


It'll be ok Granny. Could you please stop telling me how good I am... you're starting to embarrass me.

Geez, just when we think we're getting used to the baby's schedule, you bring in Granny! When are we going to be able to get some sleep?

I Hope This Isn't A Case Of Misplaced Trust

2011-08-11T01:52:00.000-05:00

Has someone ever trusted you, more than you trust yourself? I'm extremely anxious and not in a good way. While I find it flattering this person trusts me, I'm terrified I won't be able to live up to their expectations. Worse than not being able to live up to this person's expectations, are the ramifications of what my failure could mean to others involved in this person's decision to trust me.

Confused?

I'm no stranger to stress, it's the state I live in. (and all this time you thought I lived somewhere else) I've had at least a month to ponder this situation, which only means I've been wound up tighter than usual, for longer than usual.

This stressing event will take place Friday and Saturday and will take me completely out of my comfort zone, without proper equipment, or reinforcements.

Wish me luck, I'm going to need it!

Do straight jackets come in colors?

*** I may, or may not have my computer available during this potential fiasco. I may, or may not have a spare minute to be on my computer during this potential fiasco. If I do have some time, I will try to visit your blogs, so I don't get behind. If you don't see me commenting... PRAY! (Please)

*** If there is a lactating mother out there, please contact me @ 1-800-Got-None

I've Got Nothin'

2011-07-28T00:50:00.006-05:00

Do you ever have days when you wonder why you bother to drag yourself out of bed?

I got to drag my butt out of bed this morning and see my plans for a new camera, sink to the bottom of a well in North Carolina.

Do I have a sign on my butt that says...

*Comments Off

Captured Firsts

2011-07-18T17:58:00.000-05:00

We've had our pool since we first moved into this house over 34 years ago. It was finished a couple of months after we moved in. My kids never had a backyard to play in, but they thoroughly enjoyed swimming. We made certain they could swim at an early age and they were always supervised and watched like a hawk.

Did I mention how long ago we got this pool? Thirty four years, over three decades. I was SO MUCH YOUNGER. Time sure flies.

My (now grown) children would describe me as a helicopter mom, always hovering, always overprotective, always terrified they would get hurt. Did it keep them from getting hurt? No. They each had their share of injuries, thank God nothing that required hospitalization, but they still managed to get hurt occasionally.

As a grandparent, one might think I would have learned to chill out and be a little more relaxed with the grandchildren. One would be wrong! While I do think I have a tad more patience with certain things, the fear of them getting hurt is overpowering and, at times, crippling.

I can't bear the thought of them getting hurt!

Remember my last post, where I mentioned the fastest dog paddle? It wasn't on that clip. It's on the one I'm going to post below. I'm so relieved this precious child has gotten over her fear of getting her face wet. Her fear that kept me paralyzed. Paralyzed to help her learn to swim, afraid it would traumatize her.

She is learning without me. I had no hand in it, other than to provide the pool! (and the ability to capture the moment on video)

While you may not be able to tell by my voice, I was seriously shouting on the inside! Holding the camera was the only thing that kept me calm and focused during this process. I'm thrilled I was able to witness it!

After having problems with the video clips on the last post, I'm pretty sure you won't be able to watch this on your phone. If you subscribe by email, I think you will have to click "Sarcastic Granny" or the title, to navigate to the actual blog post. Forgive me in advance, if you can't.

Live and Learn

2011-07-13T02:39:00.005-05:00

I have had my camera for several years and although I knew it had a video feature, I had no idea it would work on my photo program the same as regular photos. You should probably be glad I didn't figure it out before now, or you would have been bombarded with videos.

What was supposed to be a burst, ended up being a short clip. Excited to have figured it out, I took a video of a very sleepy grandson, telling me a story.

(Removed and replaced below)

The second one is a clip of Grant with Mommy and Daddy with Tink, doing the fastest dog paddle I've ever seen. For a kid who, up until very recently couldn't stand water in her face, she has come a LONG way!

(Removed and replaced below)

Prepare yourself... there will be more!

The videos above were working when I first posted, now they aren't. Can anyone tell me why a video stops working? I'm trying them again, below, to see if it makes a difference.

Happy 4th!

2011-07-04T15:00:00.000-05:00

Eat Cake!

2011-07-02T04:54:00.001-05:00

Happy Birthday to two very special girls!

I won't put silly hats on you, but enjoy the day anyway.

Love you!

You Make Me Feel Like Dancin'

2011-06-26T03:22:00.000-05:00

Shades of Gray

2011-06-22T21:35:00.000-05:00

Normally, rain wouldn't excite me, but when you've been lacking for as long as we have... gray looks glorious! The temperatures were in the low 70s. The grass gulped in the moisture and I swear you could watch it jump for joy.

I'm pretty sure I won't feel like that when we are having too much of it, but today, it was heavenly!

Oh, My Stars!

2011-06-17T17:36:00.001-05:00

I'm thanking my lucky stars, God and my Son in law, that this story has a happy ending! During a phone conversation with my Daughter today, she told me about the near crisis with my Granddaughter. She hadn't called me last night, because she knew it would upset me. She would certainly be correct!

These are the parenting moments, every parent dreads. Unfortunately, they happen.

I asked her to type it out and include a picture. She has. I'm sure she is much calmer today, than she was last night! I can guarantee it!

In her words...

Since we have had our son (10 weeks ago) we spend many evenings out on our back porch. He loves it outside even though its hotter than hell-o out there. We get our fan kickin' and the bouncy chair on and sit out for hours while watering the garden and catching up with the hubby's latest shenanigans at his job. Our daughter, who is 6, goes in and out about 105 times getting toys, just going back and forth from her outdoor fort to her bedroom.

In the middle of our evening, about 8:05, I hear a (weak) cry coming from in the house followed by my daughter appearing at the glass doors. She's trying frantically to get our attention and her hands are at her throat! I immediately scream to my husband, "SHE'S CHOKING, SHE'S CHOKING, SHE'S CHOKING!!!!!" My Husband flings the door open, swings her around backwards and wraps his arms around her. With one Heimlich maneuver I hear something metal chime on the concrete.

She had put a large star-shaped charm in her mouth and it slid down her throat. Talk about going from one mood to the next! I went from tears, to screaming. I told her, "You know better than to put anything in your mouth other than food!" I made her promise me that she will never do that again and held her in my lap for a good 10 minutes, sobbing.

After she calmed down, she went back inside. My husband made matters worse by telling me we were within seconds of calling 911 and a tracheotomy performed, right here on the porch.

Thanks for making me think about how terrible it could have been...JEEZ!

I sure could have used a stiff drink after that!

This star will be put in the memory box, not because it's a good memory, but because it had a good outcome.

What A Weekend

2011-06-13T03:29:00.000-05:00

To say I'm glad this weekend is over, would be an understatement. I've been stressing over it for a while. The anticipation of not knowing what to expect and having a small baby in the mix, made it impossible to predict. To say it came off without a hitch, would be a lie. It had some tense moments.

Dance Recital all weekend!

Rehearsal on Friday, was LONG. Thank goodness it didn't involve costume changes.

Saturday's performance went fairly well, and the baby was fairly cooperative. Plus, there were less costume changes and my daughter was able to join us in the audience, after each change. We sat where we could make a quick getaway, in case it became necessary, which it did. However, I was able to stand near the exit and didn't miss anything important.

Sunday started off on the wrong foot. First of all, it started earlier and involved waking up earlier and getting ready earlier. I don't do early well at all. I was still exhausted from the night before. Twinkle Toes had to be there an hour early, which meant we did, too. Saturday, my daughter pumped a bottle, so we would have milk for the baby. They seem to require certain things, whether there is a recital, or not. Sunday, she was extremely busy and used some she had frozen. While it wasn't a chunk of ice-milk, it was very cold and the baby was very hungry and the hot water had been turned off for the summer. The "Godsend" other grandmother, volunteered to unlock doors and search for a method to heat the milk. None could be found. God bless her for trying! Son in law ended up taking it outside in the heat, then placing it next to his body, to get it warm enough. All this took place in the hour prior to the show. With a poop diaper thrown in, for good measure.

Daughter managed to get back out for a few minutes, before the show started and took the baby back to the dressing room and fed him, some. That helped for a little while, but not nearly long enough. I managed to keep him fairly quiet for a pretty long time, but when it started to become an issue, I gave the signal for my son in law to hop the wall and I handed the baby off and they escaped to the lobby. After all the holding and bouncing on Saturday and cajoling, bouncing and holding, up to that point, my wall jumping days were over. Good job, Daddy... good job!

Twinkle Toes managed to put on a great performance, even though there were some hitches on stage, as well. To say I'm proud of her, would not be lie. Great job, Baby! Yes, I can call you baby... you will always be a baby to me, even if you are growing up.

I'm sorry to say, no photography was allowed, therefore, no pictures to post. However, there will be some at a later date.

While at the recital, Tinkerbell (the youngest granddaughter) told me she wants to play soccer. In my sweetest granny voice, I told her soccer is played outside... Granny doesn't do outside.

I ask myself, all the time, how did I ever raise four kids??? Oh, yeah... I was MUCH younger then!

I do have one picture. That celebratory margarita, after the chaos of the weekend, was great! My arm muscles may be a quivering mess, but I was still able to drink it, with the help of a straw.

Playground Update

2011-06-03T22:54:00.003-05:00

Got a phone call today, from a person in the know. When I saw the phone number, I answered with, "This had better not be bad news!"

It was.

Said the playground didn't meet code and was being taken down. (and nobody can take it and it can't be donated to the church, either)

Strange how it has seen countless children, for untold hours of play and now it isn't good enough. It's not like it was worn out, dilapidated or broken.

I realize codes change over the years. Seems to me, since it has served so well since the early 90's, it could be grandfathered, or something. Especially since the economy isn't booming and schools are struggling and teachers are being laid off. Not to mention that stuff costs a fortune!

I AM worn out, dilapidated and certainly not up to code. I might be next!

Also, they are planning to replace it, but that's not the point. There is nothing wrong with this equipment. Only the code has changed. It has been just fine for the children, until now and I loath waste.

Sad Start To Summer

2011-06-02T23:00:00.000-05:00

Today was the last day of school. Summer is just starting. My daughter came over after early dismissal and informed me the playground at my kids elementary school, next door, was torn up. I had no idea. Did I mention this is right next door?

I don't have a clue to what's going on. I hope they are just renovating it and the playground equipment will be put back. Sure will be a shame to all the neighborhood kids, if they don't.

This is one of the few open areas, in our cram packed neighborhood, to run and play. We don't have the luxury of large acreage and plenty of room. Barely any yard.

I hope there is a good excuse.

Have A Wonderful Memorial Day

2011-05-30T00:01:00.002-05:00

Remember the sacrifice of all who made it possible.

Many lost their lives, to protect ours. I don't believe you had to lose your life in a war, to be forever changed by it. To all who have served, or are serving, God bless you!

Lives Unlived

2011-05-24T02:32:00.000-05:00

I had a memory tonight, which is rather rare for me. My memories are few and far between. It was a sound that triggered the memory, one from forty years ago. The sound of a cat.

It was around this same time of year, when two young boys, one that I knew personally, were playing outside. They had just learned how to tie a noose. These two boys, for whatever reason, tied nooses on opposite ends of a rope, placed them around their necks and climbed a tree. Somehow, in the process of their playing, they fell across a tree branch and the rope wasn't long enough for them to get their legs under them, to get weight off the nooses.

After hearing of the tragedy, I was lying in bed, crying. This was back in the days of attic fans and open windows. Somewhere, out in the dark of night, a cat was crying out. The sound reminded me of a child, crying out for it's mother. It broke my heart, more than it was already broken.

Hearing that same sound tonight, brought back the memory. The memory of two young lives, cut short. After forty years, it still brought with it, a chill.

To Xfinity And Beyond

2011-05-22T03:49:00.000-05:00

During the recent Blog Out, it gave me a tiny bit of comfort to know I wasn't suffering alone. Not sure if anyone else in blogland has been struggling with the new Xfinity business, but I certainly have. Surprisingly, there were only minor glitches and interruptions to my cable service. Phone and internet, on the other hand, have been a real nightmare. When I think back over the years, to all the hours I've spent on the phone... hours I will never get back... talking to people whose accents I struggled to understand, it makes me want to scream. Thinking about all the money we've paid them, for all the aggravation, doesn't make me a happy camper, either.

I THINK I'm up and running, again, for now. We'll see how long it lasts.

Special thanks to my oldest son, for running telephone interference for me. Hearing the land line ring, music to my ears. Having my internet working, wonderful. Two Advil for the headache... PRICELESS!

Just so this post isn't a total rant, I'm adding a recent picture of the ever growing, ever changing, "Chunky Monkey", fresh from a bath, smelling sweet.

I Warned You

2011-05-16T02:43:00.000-05:00

Youngest Son went on a birthday vacation to the beach (without me) and didn't answer my messages for a beach photo. After threatening to post one of my choosing and getting no response, I chose one.

Or, two

"Happy 32nd Birthday!" I love you!

Good Thing I Love Them

2011-05-14T23:19:00.003-05:00

While someone is in New Orleans, going here...

and here...

Having things like this...

and this...

And, I'm sure, drinking plenty

of these...

I'm at home with these guys...

I haven't had much sleep. Too many bodies in the bed.

Somebody owes me, BIG TIME!

I Miss You Dad

2011-05-13T11:59:00.000-05:00

August 27, 1923 - May 13, 1997

It Went Well

2011-05-09T18:09:00.002-05:00

Much to my surprise, Mother's Day went great. Considering we thought we might have to cancel our plans, since my mother in law went to the ER on Saturday evening, we were shocked we didn't have to spend the day at the hospital. She's fine, still a little weak, but otherwise ok. She's a pretty tough ol' lady. She can still run circles around me and she's old enough to be my mother! She's a force to be reckoned with... reckon I'll pass. I've suffered plenty of her butt kicking over the past 35 years. The target may be larger, but I try to keep it covered.

My sweet daughter helped me get the food in order. (Bless you!) We ate, chatted, I held the baby... lots, sat outside and sweltered, some had after dinner coffee, some had wine. The baby had liquid gold, (breast milk) which he shared with me, (reflux) several times. He's very generous that way. I tried to convince him I didn't need it, to keep it for himself. No way, he insisted on sharing. Shares with anyone close. He shared a couple of other things, too, I'll spare you the details, but... I swear I was careful and didn't pinch ANYTHING.

A little later, with bellies full, my mother in law and I, opened our cards. My youngest son, the ever witty, thoughtful, ingenious person he is, handed me a book. Upon first glance, I thought for sure it was specially made. (he does things like that) It truly looks like it has tape on the front.

See, doesn't that look handmade? I was so excited, UNTIL I OPENED IT! Much to my chagrin, this book is filled with pages that require the owner to basically destroy the book. The book my Son gave me, for Mother's Day. Just look at a couple of the pages...

To top it off, he put a message inside...

This MUST be a test! He knows how OCD/uptight/anal, I am. He expects me to cut loose and destroy this book AND give it back to him as proof I could do it! To think I gave birth to all 9 pounds, 3 ounces of him and that I could intentionally destroy something he gave me!!! I've got a newsflash for him... IT AIN'T HAPPENING, MISTER!

My daughter, on the other hand, gave me a rose. It was one of her roses that adorned my header, when I first started this blog. She specifically said it's a "Sarcastic Granny" rose. Yes, it will wither and die, but it won't be because I destroyed it on purpose. Smart girl, she knows not to mess with my two remaining brain cells. She will need a sitter, at some point.

Happy Mother's Day

2011-05-07T21:09:00.000-05:00

To all you Moms and Grandmothers out there!

I miss you, Mom!

Bad Granny

2011-05-02T23:01:00.001-05:00

* This is hard for me to admit, even after three weeks.*

** Pat, and any other males stumbling in, you may want to leave now. **

I was a bad granny. I've been so traumatized by something that happened the day my daughter brought my new grandson home from the hospital, I've been beside myself. I may have permanent damage.

My first three kids were boys. It's not like I've never been around them, or taken care of them, it's just been a REALLY LONG TIME. I do remember that changing their diapers is risky, if you aren't careful. I've been christened, more than once.

My first four grandchildren are girls. That's what I've grown accustomed to.

The traumatizing event happened during a diaper change. I wasn't even doing the changing, for crying out loud. Daughter and SIL were in the process and had everything laid out to do the job at hand and take care of the newly done circumcision. Prior to pulling the diaper off, they were doing the peek thing, to see what was in store. Everything looked fine and it was pretty hard to tell if the diaper was even wet. No point putting him through all that, for nothing, I decided to lend my experienced hand. Boy, did I! I reached down and squeezed the diaper, in the front, to see if it was wet and out comes the tiniest little scream, much like a newborn kitten!!! In a mere fraction of a second, I realized what I had done! I thought for sure I was going to faint, or vomit, I wasn't sure which. Forgot all about those boy bits. Remembered quickly, but not quick enough to avoid what I had already done. He must have thought Granny was trying to circumcise him again.

Do you think he will remember? God, I hope not. I don't think I did any permanent damage, but if his first words sound like Mickey Mouse... I'm headin' for the hills!

See, he looks totally fine, sleeping like a baby!

If You Can't Duck It

2011-04-29T02:04:00.002-05:00

Every house has it, or should have it. What, you ask? Duck Tape. Duck tape can fix anything, almost.

Have you seen the choices available now? Not just plain ol' silver, that's passé. They offer solid colors out the wazoo and prints, too. Camo, Fleur de Lis, zebra... I was amazed.

My granddaughter has taken to duck tape, like a... like a... like a duck to water!

While visiting recently, she whipped out her duck tape and scissors and made her uncle some new glasses! His vision is perfect, now! (Well, the Wavefront Lasik helped, but the glasses were totally hot) I'll bet Buddy Holly would be jealous. His glasses never looked that hot.

I think my daughters' milk must have let down as she snapped this one, it's all blurry. That's a wallet.

She makes hair bows for every outfit, bracelets, wallets, pencil bags, decorates thermoses and folders and I'm not even sure what else. Who knows, maybe if she gets really good, she'll design her own prom dress, in the future. Prom? Whoa, back up, I can't allow myself to think of her going to prom. We all know what prom means. (it means she's growing up) A duck tape dress will be hard to get out of... I HOPE! I'll have to make certain her date has a duck tape tuxedo, too!

Just so you know there IS a "DUCK" brand tape.

The Boss

2011-04-26T16:06:00.000-05:00

I'm giving this another shot... just to see if it works! Sorry about the earlier one. Ok... here goes nothin'!

Easter Oops

2011-04-24T01:56:00.000-05:00

If you've been a follower for a bit, you know how much I enjoyed the Owl Box, even if it did keep me away for a good while. As disturbing as it is, owls love to eat bunnies. I know, sad, bunnies are so cute. If the Easter Bunny doesn't make it to your house, perhaps I can explain...

Please try to have a Happy Easter, anyway!

Serious Multi-Tasking

2011-04-22T14:26:00.001-05:00

My buddy Maxx sent me this. Thanks, Maxx! And to think... I can't even talk on a cell phone and drive.

Heaven help us!

Heaven Scent

2011-04-20T08:00:00.001-05:00

Hubby has been ~~begging and pleading~~ ~~pissing and moaning~~ trying nicely to convince me to go somewhere, for the past year or so. Monday I decided to ~~get him off my back and relent~~ give in and go.

I actually remembered to take my camera, which rarely happens, but I knew there would be photo opportunities. There were plenty! Unfortunately, the minute we walked through the entrance, the most heavenly aroma took control of my senses and the photos opps were reassigned to the back burner. I did snap a few, but my mind was no longer on the camera.

We wandered around and hubby found some shoes. He kept prodding me to get something, ~~to ease his guilt~~ knowing I needed new shoes, too. I wasn't interested. My mind was on one thing and one thing only. FUDGE, the source of the heavenly aroma permeating my two remaining brain cells.

I got three pieces of fudge and some divinity. That little box was heavy. Felt like it weighed a pound, at least. One pound in the box will end up as five pounds on my butt, which means my clothes will no longer fit, which equates to more shopping to buy larger clothes! See, that'll teach him! Bet he leaves me home next time.

Dear Mom

2011-04-18T01:01:00.000-05:00

I feel in my heart you know all I'm about to say. I miss you. Fourteen years feels much longer. April (and May) have been hard months for me, since you and Dad are no longer here. I'm praying the birth of your recent great grandson and the engagement of your second grandson, will make April a little less sad. Your granddaughter just celebrated her 29th birthday. The burden of being the rare bright spot in April, has been somewhat lifted. Seems just yesterday you were here to rejoice in her birth. She is such a blessing, but you know that.

It's selfish of me to wish you were here. You are still my hero, but, I will have to take comfort, knowing you know how I feel, from where you are. Always seeing, always knowing, always loving us from afar.

I love you, Mom!

First Comes Love

2011-04-14T22:33:00.002-05:00

Then comes... a long five years before deciding.

The decision?

They have decided to opt for the extended service policy!

Congratulations and best wishes on your engagement, to Second Son and his fiancée! It's about time, I'm not getting any younger and neither are you. Just sayin'.

Love you both!

A Visit And A Slip Of The Lip

2011-04-12T08:00:00.002-05:00

Friday evening the hubs and I took three of the granddaughters up to the hospital to see my daughter and the baby. I'm not a very patient granny and go berserk if they misbehave, so I warned them, early on, to use their school manners and indoor voice. Holy cow, that better not be the way they act in school or they should be in permanent time out! The two younger ones took the rag off the bush! In my very stern "granny isn't kidding you" voice, I told them in no uncertain terms, straighten up, get quiet, or we were outta there and there would be heck to pay. (my bark is louder than my bite with the grandkids, but they get my drift AND my granny isn't happy with you, face)

The room my daughter was occupying, wasn't much bigger than a closet. We were crammed in, like sardines in a tin. I was relieved to finally head out the door, but concerned about the ride home, with rowdy girls.

I am NOT a spontaneous person. I chart my course with much planning, thought and lists out the wazoo. Two of the three girls, weren't part of my charted plan, they were added after the fact and my brain was on overload, especially after their behavior in the hospital. On the hike to the parking lot, my granny brain went into overdrive to try to insure nobody was dropped off on the side of the road, during the brief ride home. I decided to get them to sing. Much to my surprise and pleasure, it worked! I wasn't familiar with their choice of music, but they were being good and the sound of their young voices was fairly pleasing.

During a lull between songs, hubby asked the girls if they were singing "Teriyaki", then got that ashen look he gets when he knows he has blown it. He managed to correct himself during my giggle fit and say "Karaoke". Too late, I caught it. He thought they were using the older ones' phone, with musical selection. They weren't. He told them they were singing Acapella. Good job, honey. At least you didn't say Acapulco!!!

The little one is still changing like crazy. This photo was taken on Sunday, at three days old, trying out his swing.

Birth Day & Birthday

2011-04-09T00:38:00.004-05:00

Welcome to the world, "Grant Alexander"

Born April 7th, 2011

Time: 1:25 pm

Weight: 7 lbs. - 11 ozs.

Length: 20.5 inches

He is changing by the hour!

Right after he was born, very bruised and starting to swell.

Six hours after birth and more swollen.

Thirty two hours later, bruising and swelling are finally going away. If all goes well, he and Mommy will be leaving the hospital this afternoon, on his Mommy's 29th birthday.

Happy "BIRTH" Day to my Grandson.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY" to my Daughter!

*Note: Before he was born, his sisters were referring to him as Baby "Bother" Now, they appear to be completely enamored with him! Regardless of how they feel, Mommy will not be putting him back!

I Thought We Were Friends

2011-04-06T10:00:00.000-05:00

Anyone that has followed me, for any length of time, knows how my butt puckers, every time I hit Publish Post. AND, knows I'm not one to put pictures of myself out there. Heck, I cringe when I see a camera. Now, imagine my complete and utter embarrassment, to find out LONG after the fact, that none of you bothered to tell me I had a major typo on my forehead. I thought we were friends. Friends are supposed to have your back, or in this case, FOREHEAD. You're fired!

The following is a conversation between me and a friend, about my embarrassing typo.

ME: I owe you an ass kickin'! I'm SO embarrassed. Why didn't you tell me I had a typo on my forehead? Twink wanted to see my recent blog posts and when she saw that one, she said, "Granny, what's Braig?"

Holy crap, how could I have missed that???

You're fired! How could you let me go, from March 13th to April 4th, with Braig Farts on my forehead!?! *hides head in shame

FRIEND: Fired, huh? Can I have an exit review? And maybe a merit Bonus for past performance or a bit of Pension?? Yeah, I didn't think so. So what does "Braig" mean??? Make something up Quick!! Wonder how many people looked it up in the dictionary? I'm going to right now.

After a little bit, she mails me back.

FRIEND: I can't find a thing on "braig", no matter what language I try,....
this is the best I can do on short notice and hopefully it will save my job.

ME: Oh yeah... now you try to fix it! Where were you when I needed you to cover my ass, er, er, HEAD! Too late, now, my embarrassment is beyond control.

PS: I LOVE THE HAT! I feel a blog post coming on.

FRIEND: I Wasn't Your Editor Then!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And just remember, little missy, I put that hat on your head and I can sure as hell take it back off!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If it's any consolation, I made myself a crayon last year for a Halloween avy. (Yes, that's short for avatar)

Ok, I have to admit... I do feel a little bit better.

The rest of you are still fired!

Casting Call

2011-04-03T12:00:00.000-05:00

These are my very primitive attempts with making belly casts. How some people get them smooth is beyond me. By the time I get the darn things stable enough to not collapse, the last thing I'm going to do is start sanding on them.

A couple of you had not heard of such things, so this post is for you.

Please excuse the picture quality,

the flash reflects on the glossy finish

Side View

Reflected flash, again

Covered with torn brown paper

Inside view

It Won't Be Long Now

2011-04-01T12:00:00.000-05:00

Do you ever feel like you're on one of these things, pumping just as hard as you can? By yourself?

And this monster is not far behind... gaining on you!

That's what I feel like!

Our grandson's due date is April 17th, or, it was. I thought I still had a little more than two weeks to get the belly cast done. Not so. If Daughter hasn't gone into labor by April 6th, she will be induced on Thursday, April 7th.

Got the belly cast done. What a mess those things are. It's a lot thinner than I would have liked, but, when things are more settled, I will reinforce it. I just hope it doesn't get crushed before I can get to it. I couldn't help teasing her, just a little and saying we would be able to have nesting belly casts. This will be her third and each one is a tad bigger than the one before. Thankfully, she got a laugh out of it and I didn't end up picking myself up off her hard tile floor.

I'm going to try to keep up with everyone, but if you don't see me, it's because I'm busy, huffin' and puffin' and I'm not even the one that will be in labor.

Mental Image

2011-03-28T10:48:00.000-05:00

I give hubby a hard time, all the time. I can't seem to help myself. Recently, we were sitting at Whataburger and he asked me something, I can't even remember what it was. It was something we had already discussed, or he already knew. (Yes, he suffers brain farts, too) When I reminded him, his excuse was, "I just have too many different irons in the skillet!" I nearly choked on my fries and said, "Why would you put irons in the skillet, don't you mean irons in the fire?" Then, I got the mental image and couldn't help laughing out loud. (I don't laugh much) He said what's so funny? I replied... I feel a blog post coming on, to which he responded and not the least bit seductively... OH, BABE, COME ON!

So, honey, this one's for you! (I've gotta strike while the iron is hot)

Junebugs?

2011-03-24T10:00:00.000-05:00

What's the deal with Junebugs? I mean, in the grand scheme of things, what exactly is their purpose? They buzz around making a lot of racket and bang into walls. They bang into walls, then fall on their backs and can't turn over. What were the powers that be, thinking? Surely they have a reason for existing, but, for the life of me, I haven't figured it out.

I have a sneaky feeling my kids think the same thing, about me. I'm just one of life's little annoyances, that doesn't serve much purpose, other than making racket, bouncing off walls and occasionally, getting in their hair.

I do have two abilities the Junebug doesn't have. I've been known help them out when they've had more month, than money and I make a darn fine babysitter! Bet you can't find a Junebug around, that can do that!

Ha Ha Hot Chili

2011-03-21T12:00:00.000-05:00

Three posts in less than a week, granted, it didn't require any brain cells on my part, for this one. A friend sent me this, by email, and I nearly peed my pants. Hope you enjoy it, as much as I did. (If you got it by email... please forgive me)

Note: Please take time to read this slowly. If you pay attention to the first two judges, the reaction of the third judge is even better. For those of you who have lived in Texas, you know how true this is. They actually
have a Chili Cook-off about the time Halloween comes around. It takes up a major portion of a parking lot at the San Antonio City Park.

Judge #3 was an inexperienced Chili taster named Frank, who was visiting from Springfield, IL .

Frank: "Recently, I was honored to be selected as a judge at a chili cook-off. The original person called in sick at the last moment and I happened to be standing there at the judge's table, asking for directions to the Coors Light truck, when the call came in. I was assured by the other two judges (Native Texans) that the chili wouldn't be all that spicy; and, besides, they told me I could have free beer during the tasting, so I accepted and became Judge 3."

Here are the scorecard notes from the event:

CHILI # 1 - MIKE'S MANIAC MONSTER CHILI

Judge # 1 -- A little too heavy on the tomato. Amusing kick.
Judge # 2 -- Nice, smooth tomato flavor. Very mild.
Judge # 3 (Frank) -- Holy crap, what the hell is this stuff? You could remove dried paint from your driveway. Took me two beers to put the flames out. I hope that's the worst one. These Texans are crazy.

CHILI # 2 - AUSTIN 'S AFTERBURNER CHILI

Judge # 1 -- Smoky, with a hint of pork. Slight jalapeno tang.
Judge # 2 -- Exciting BBQ flavor, needs more peppers to be taken seriously.
Judge # 3 -- Keep this out of the reach of children. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to taste besides pain. I had to wave off two people who wanted to give me the Heimlich maneuver. They had to rush in more beer when they saw the look on my face.

CHILI # 3 - FRED'S FAMOUS BURN DOWN THE BARN CHILI

Judge # 1 -- Excellent firehouse chili. Great kick.
Judge # 2 -- A bit salty, good use of peppers.
Judge # 3 -- Call the EPA. I've located a uranium spill. My nose feels like I have been snorting Drano. Everyone knows the routine by now. Get me more beer before I ignite. Barmaid pounded me on the back, now my backbone is in the front part of my chest. I'm getting sh!t-faced from all of the beer.

CHILI # 4 - BUBBA'S BLACK MAGIC

Judge # 1 -- Black bean chili with almost no spice. Disappointing.
Judge # 2 -- Hint of lime in the black beans. Good side dish for fish or other mild foods, not much of a chili.
Judge # 3 -- I felt something scraping across my tongue, but was unable to taste it. Is it possible to burn out taste buds? Sally, the beer maid, was standing behind me with fresh refills. This 300 lb. woman is starting to look HOT ... just like this nuclear waste I'm eating! Is chili an
aphrodisiac?

CHILI # 5 - LISA'S LEGAL LIP REMOVER

Judge # 1 -- Meaty, strong chili. Cayenne peppers freshly ground, adding considerable kick. Very impressive.
Judge # 2 -- Chili using shredded beef, could use more tomato. Must admit the cayenne peppers make a strong statement.
Judge # 3 -- My ears are ringing, sweat is pouring off my forehead and I can no longer focus my eyes. I farted, and four people behind me needed paramedics. The contestant seemed offended when I told her that her chili
had given me brain damage. Sally saved my tongue from bleeding by pouring beer directly on it from the pitcher. I wonder if I'm burning my lips off. It really ticks me off that the other judges asked me to stop screaming. Screw them.

CHILI # 6 - VERA'S VERY VEGETARIAN VARIETY

Judge # 1 -- Thin yet bold vegetarian variety chili. Good balance of spices and peppers.
Judge # 2 -- The best yet. Aggressive use of peppers, onions, garlic. Superb.
Judge # 3 -- My intestines are now a straight pipe filled with gaseous, sulfuric flames. I crapped on myself when I farted, and I'm worried it will eat through the chair. No one seems inclined to stand behind me except that
Sally. Can't feel my lips anymore. I need to wipe my butt with a snow cone.

CHILI # 7 - SUSAN'S SCREAMING SENSATION CHILI

Judge # 1 -- A mediocre chili with too much reliance on canned peppers.
Judge # 2 -- Ho hum, tastes as if the chef literally threw in a can of chili peppers at the last moment.
**I should take note that I am worried about Judge #3. He appears to be in a bit of distress as he is cursing uncontrollably.
Judge # 3 -- You could put a grenade in my mouth, pull the pin, and I wouldn't feel a thing. I've lost sight in one eye, and the world sounds like it is made of rushing water. My shirt is covered with chili, which slid
unnoticed out of my mouth. My pants are full of lava to match my shirt. At least during the autopsy, they'll know what killed me. I've decided to stop breathing it's too painful. Screw it; I'm not getting any oxygen anyway. If I need air, I'll just suck it in through the 4-inch hole in my stomach.

CHILI # 8 - BIG TOM'S TOENAIL CURLING CHILI

Judge # 1 -- The perfect ending, this is a nice blend chili. Not too bold but spicy enough to declare its existence.
Judge # 2 -- This final entry is a good, balanced chili. Neither mild nor hot. Sorry to see that most of it was lost when Judge #3 farted, passed out, fell over and pulled the chili pot down on top of himself. Not sure if he's going to make it. Poor feller, wonder how he'd have reacted to really hot chili?
Judge # 3 -- No Report

T-Shirt Says It All

2011-03-19T20:54:00.000-05:00

Brain Farts and Blog Fog

2011-03-13T17:10:00.000-05:00

I don't know where to begin with a post, it's been so long, like starting over. Never was comfortable with it, always panicked when I'd hit publish, but... oh, well, here goes. Just going to start typing and see where this ends up.

Back on the last post, when I said slowly, had no idea or intention of being THAT slow. But, unfortunately... sh!t happens. Thanksgiving came, then Christmas and New Years. I hate the holidays, but I survived. Then came a larger, more heaping pile, of deep doodoo. In an effort to not bore you to tears, this will be a shortened version.

Hubby had two cataract surgeries, after my last post, spaced a month apart. Those went great. Due to inherited droopy lids, he decided to have a lid lift. I was thrilled to, once again, be able to see his hazel eyes. The surgery went great, he was released to return to work, all seemed well, then BOOM! During a night shift, after waking up one afternoon, he had hard chills. Mind you, he is not a complainer, he's one tough cookie and very healthy. The weather was cold and many people were sick, we thought he might be getting the flu. He took a hot shower, didn't feel much like eating, headed on to work. By the time he made the hike from the parking lot, to the change house, then on to his unit, he knew something wasn't right. He asked the fellow he was relieving, to please hang around for a bit, while he tried to see if he could feel somewhat better. Thank goodness he did, he works alone and not long after getting there, he passed out. Who knows when he would have been found. Company medics were called and he was transported to the ER, by ambulance. The ER doctor told me, "He is a VERY sick man, he is the sickest man we have in the hospital". I knew he was sick, that was obvious, we just didn't know what he was sick from. They ran him though a gamut of tests. Turns out he had a raging bacterial infection/sepsis, origin unknown. Couldn't help but wonder if it had some connection to the last surgery? Several days later, when he was out of ICU, the doctor told him he was lucky man, he could have died. (hubby's dad died from sepsis) Talk about a reality check! Left us both feeling quite vulnerable.

After the fact, I can't help wondering if it may have had anything to do with contaminated alcohol prep pads, used before his IV's, used at his work, too. Heard about the recall on TV, walked to the kitchen to check two packets I'd hung onto... sure enough... same manufacturer that was recalled. We'll never know, but, for the life of me, I can't help being suspicious.

Hubby is doing great, now. We are expecting our 5th grandchild, the 1st boy, next month. The pregnancy has flown by, although my daughter would beg to differ. To hear her talk, you'd think she was gestating an elephant!

So, there you have it. It's the best I can muster, through brain farts and blog fog. My Mom always said... "The road to hell is paved with good intentions." Lord knows, I don't want to end up there! I can already feel my butt puckering, as I prepare to hit publish post.

Nobody bothered to tell me I typo'd "Brain". How embarrassing! Now, here it is, April 4th, and my granddaughter says, "Granny, what's Braig?"

Crap on a cracker!

On My Way Back... Slowly

2010-10-24T01:50:00.000-05:00

It's A Miracle

2010-08-14T19:55:00.000-05:00

Be Still My Heart

2010-07-01T02:37:00.000-05:00

Yes, I have a heart, regardless of what some people may think. I'm sure, because today it has raced on three different occasions. Without exercising!

First occasion was when I sat down to eat a sandwich and read the paper. Music is blaring from the bathroom, where hubs is shaving and preparing for work. TV is on to hear weather reports, general household sounds, then, poof, sudden darkness and silence, except for my heart racing. Can't begin to explain how much I hate being without power! Not here, not in summer, not in this heat. It wasn't even storming, though "Alex" has been the topic of conversation for days. Recollections of "Ike" and being without power for days, comes to mind. Called the power company to report it and they said a line was down and would be back up, soon. Thank goodness, now I could relax.

Second occasion was while talking to my daughter on the phone. Small talk mostly, until out of the blue she screams... "OhmyGodmomI'mgonnahaftacallyouback!" Click, silence, except for my heart, once again, racing. Since she is the mother of two of my granddaughters, I panic, thinking one of them must be hurt. After a bit, she calls back to tell me that someone had come barreling down the street (she lives in the curve) and hit her neighbors mailbox and gone up in the yard. Luckily it was raining and the children that usually play outside, were tucked away, safe and sound.

I explained that if she ever has to let me go like that again, PLEASE manage to work in "it'snotthekids" so I won't have a heart attack. She apologized profusely and agreed.

Third occasion was trying to contact my son. He is out of town, (in Corpus Christi) to train his new assistant. He called late Monday saying the law firm had been contemplating closing down and sending him home, due to the impending weather issues. After hearing the hurricane wasn't supposed to be very strong, they decided to stay open and proceed with business as usual. When I didn't hear from him by 10pm, I decided to call and check. No answer. He knows I was worried about him being there with a storm nearby. He said he would keep me posted and I don't know what to think. I'm trying hard to convince myself that if something had happened, somebody would have contacted me. Now, if I could just convince my heart to stop racing.

I'm exhausted from the internal calisthenics! This is not my idea of a workout routine. To think, after all this... my butt won't be any smaller, and the only six pack will still be found in the fridge and I hate beer!

A Real Man

2010-06-27T03:12:00.000-05:00

Couldn't resist passing on an email I received from a friend. Inspirational words deserve to be shared.

A real man is a woman's best friend. He will never stand her up and never let her down. He will reassure her when she feels insecure and comfort her after a bad day.

He will inspire her to do things she never thought she could do; to live without fear and forget regret. He will enable her to express her deepest emotions and give in to her most intimate desires. He will make sure she always feels as though she's the most beautiful woman in the room and will enable her to be the most confident, sexy,

seductive, and invincible.

No wait... sorry... I'm thinking of vodka.
Never mind.

The Girl Behind The Blog

2010-06-20T02:26:00.000-05:00

I had the wonderful pleasure of meeting Kristy @ This Train Of Thought Has Been Derailed. What a beauty! Crazy thing was, she didn't seem to be phased one bit by my crazy, old lady ways. I hope to spend much more time with her, getting to know her better. I'd even like to adopt her, but don't think her parents would agree. Thanks for an enjoyable Saturday!

Would like to wish all the dads out there a Happy Father's Day and to my husband, as well. Honey, you are a wonderful father... and the kids think so, too! Sorry you have to spend the day at work.

Oh, and Kristy... next time we'll do Italian! Find one tall, dark and handsome! Just kidding.

Leave A Light On For Me

2010-06-10T05:02:00.000-05:00

First, and foremost, thank you all for the kindness and support on my last post. You all mean the world to me and I count on each of you, in different ways, to get me through each day. I've come to depend on you, for my fix. The fix may be a smile, a tear, a photograph, or the ability to evoke a memory that has been dormant and thought forgotten. Don't know what I would do without you.

Yesterday's post was a direction I swore to myself I didn't want to take with my blog. It's a side of me that I prefer to keep hidden, something I'm unable to hide, in real life. Laugh and the world laughs with you, cry and you'll cry alone. People in my real life are subjected to my depression and I'll be darned if I want that for you.

I was diagnosed with depression many years ago. I've spent more than half my life struggling with it. After more than a decade, I finally agreed to take medication and, while it helped with mood, the side effects were more than I could deal with. Each new side effect was treated with yet another medication, which caused another side effect that warranted another pill and another hassle with insurance, as well as an added expense. I did it for 10 years. As it is, I'm the main reason my husband doesn't retire. Our insurance cost will be astronomical, not counting the cost of prescription medication. This man has worked his entire adult life with the expectation of being able to retire and live comfortably and I honestly don't know how that's going to happen. I do know that I hate the thought of being tied to a lifetime of medication and exorbitant insurance premiums. So, for the past few years, I've only agreed to use medication to lower my cholesterol. Yes, I need medication for the depression, but refuse to climb back on the medication merry-go-round. Instead, I will continue to do the one thing I'm good at and that is to be an encourager to others. Ashley refers to me as a cheerleader. Thanks, sweetie, I like that! Let me be your cheerleader and you continue to provide the fix I need. Hopefully, the insurance company doesn't start charging for it.

I apologize for not emailing comment responses on the last post. It's something I try to be faithful with, but typing and crying are two things and I can't multitask. It sucks to throw a pity party and be a lousy hostess! You throw the next one, I'll bring my pompoms. Rah, rah, rah!

Six Months Down The Drain

2010-06-09T13:43:00.000-05:00

Six whole months of taking a medication that hasn't done anything. What a waste. Should have suspected it wasn't doing much, since there were very few side effects. Sometimes I wonder why I bother. To think, after all the hassle with the insurance to cover this one, when they were more than willing to cover the ones that kicked my butt, but did manage to keep my cholesterol under control and only cost me five bucks.

Can't begin to explain how excited I am to start a new one! NOT! Wish I could suffer through the side effects to get my depression under control. Can't do it! Have you seen the commercial for "Intervention" where the girl says - "I love life, just not MY life". That's sums up the way I'm feeling.

Sorry for ranting, but sometimes you just have to get it out, before it consumes you. Don't feel obligated to comment just because you are a loyal follower. I understand that sometimes there are just no words. Thanks so much for listening.

I shall now try to do what I do best, which is read and comment to all of you. Keep up the good work, I count on living vicariously, through your posts.

Memorial Day

2010-05-31T02:53:00.000-05:00

My father lived through his service to our country and was awarded his medal personally. Many did not. To the brave men and women who lost their lives defending our freedom, Thank You!

Pat and Pipper

2010-05-28T16:42:00.000-05:00

I should know better than to try to read and comment, before doing a post! You'd think I would have learned by now. Before another day goes by, I would like to thank Pat Tillett @ Extremely Overdue, for the wonderful award! This man continues to amaze me with his ability to write. For someone who has endured the struggles of a childhood like his, to not be bitter and mad at the world, is a true testament to a good man. When he writes, a reader can truly feel the words. I feel honored and blessed to be a part of his world, through his posts. (and his photography is awesome)

Thank you, Pat!

I would also like to wish a "Happy Birthday to Pipper" my granddaughter that is turning 8, today. Granny and Pop Pop love you very much and hope you enjoy your camping trip! See you soon!

This Could Take A While...

2010-05-22T06:48:00.000-05:00

The wonderful Jimmy, over at Jimmy's Opinion, has graciously bestowed me with the Versatile Blogger Award. He is one awesome guy and a gentleman, to boot. I simply adore reading his stories! If you haven't had the pleasure to meet him, please drop in and say hello.

Following the rules of this award I have to give you seven tidbits about myself that you may not know. Pass the award to 15 bloggers. (I'm doing 8)

1. I am the worlds biggest procrastinator.
2. I have a loud voice.
3. I am extremely sentimental.
4. If someone writes a touching post, I will cry like a baby.
5. I obsess about everything.
6. I dislike riding in the car.
7. I wish I had the brains and energy I had when I was younger.

Now I would like to pass this award to the following bloggers:

Stupid Girls

It Only Gets Better

Speaking From The Pew

Sophisticated Lunacy

Our Life And Times On PEI

The Musings Of Almybnenr

The Boogie Man Is My Friend

Life By Chocolate

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Amber Lynn at The Musings of Almybnenr has given me the One Lovely Blog Award. This young gal can best be described as a VORACIOUS READER! She's a student, with a thirst for books. She even put up a follow button on Tumblr, because I asked her... how nice is that? Thank you, Amber!

Now, for the rules!

Accept the award, post it on your blog together with the name of the person who has granted the award and his or her blog link.
Pass the award to other blogs that you’ve newly discovered.
Remember to contact the bloggers to let them know they have been chosen for this award.

And here are the three awesome blogs I’m going to pass the award to:

My Journey My Life

What's The Story Morning Glory

art = long, life = short, success = very far off

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Dawn, at what's the story morning glory, has given me the Oh My Blog Award. She's a wife, mom, daughter, sister and student, homesick for Newfoundland! Stop in and visit her and make her feel at home. Thank you Dawn!

Now to uphold the rules of said award, I must.......

1. Get really excited that you got the coolest award EVER! Whoot!

2. Choose ONE of the following options of accepting the OMB award:
(a) Get really drunk and blog for 15 minutes straight, or for as long as you can focus.
(b) Write about your most embarrassing moment.
(c) Write a “Soundtrack of your childhood” post.
(d) Make your next blog a ‘vlog’/video blog. Basically, you’re talking to the camera about whatever.
(e) Take a picture of yourself first thing in the morning, before you do anything else (hair, makeup, etc) and post it. (anyone that knows anything about me, knows I hate pictures of myself. In the interest of time, this is the one I'm choosing... here goes!) Ha!

3. Pass this award onto at least 3 (or more) bloggers. Don’t forget to tell them.

This one is going to:

Choleesas World

Fashion Plate

Bendigo's Rage

Hartwood Roses

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Momma Fargo at The Boogie Man Is My Friend, has given me the Super Comments Award. Comments are a huge part of feeling like you are truly interacting in the blogosphere and not just being a wart on a pickle. I love to comment to the blogs I follow and the fact that some of the busy ones, with a huge following, take the time to acknowledge their comments, is amazing. When they take to time to drop in, read my drivel and leave me a comment... well, that is super special to me! Momma Fargo is amazing! She's a cop, a mom to "Bug", a fantastic blogger whether she's making me laugh with cop antics, or cry with a serious post. She's great! Thanks, Fargo!

The rules for this award are to answer the following questions:

1. Why do you blog? I ask myself this all the time and the best reason I can come up with, is the interaction with some wonderful people.

2. What was your favorite age to be and why? I'd say my 20's. I was settled, married, having my kids and still had the energy and brains to keep up.

3. What's your favorite sport to play? Is blogging a sport? How 'bout babysitting? I'm old, and don't play sports.

4. What's your favorite sport to watch, and who's your favorite team? None! Used to sit through them with hubby, when it netted me a back rub. Not so much, anymore.

5. If you could pick your perfect career (and money doesn't matter / the kids are out of the house) what would it be? If I had the brains and energy, I'd love to be an EMT or a paramedic.

6. Do you ever feel guilty for blogging? All. the. time!

7. What is your favorite holiday? Any holiday that involves my family and no drama.

8. What's your favorite kind of music? I don't have favorite, it just depends on the day and the mood.

9. Do you consider yourself a good driver or bad driver? I'm a very good driver. I don't do it much, but when I do, I'm great.

10. What's the farthest away place you have visited? I think maybe Windsor, Canada.

Now I shall pass it on to some of the ones who keep me going...

This Old House 2

Jenny Matlock

The Chronicles of a Veteran Kindergarten Teacher

Bossy Betty

Our Journey Begins, as The Kings

Jimmy's Opinion

Fourth Grade Nothing

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Connie at Hartwood Roses and Karen at This Old House 2, have given me the I Love Your Blog award.

Connie is a "Rose Wizard" and grows the most amazing antique roses. Her photos are awesome! She is much more than I can type out, without drooling on the keyboard and I hate when I drool! Thank you, Connie!

Karen keeps me in the "sinnin' corner" with This Old House 2, because envy is a sin! I love this gal. She has stuck with me, through thick and thin. I can't say enough nice things about her. She made my rose header, after seeing a rose and thinking about me. She recently started a new blog site and doesn't have the transformation of the "Old House" from the beginning, nor, all the fantastic photos she has taken of many, many things. I can't wait for her to post more. Karen, you are a very special lady to me. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

The rules for this one are to list 10 things I love.

1. I love my husband! He is the kindest human being I know and loves me, in spite of my faults and weaknesses. (and there are many)
2. I love my children!
3. I love my grandchildren!
4. I love coffee.
5. I love mountains.
6. I love the beach.
7. I love naps.
8. I love an occasional margarita.
9. I love sweets, especially chocolate.
10. I love back rubs.

I love all the blogs I follow, but am only going to pass this to one. Without her advice and encouragement, I would have stopped blogging a long time ago. She is my very special Blog Whisperer. This one is for Laura, at The Girl Next Door Grows Up.

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Last, but certainly not least... I've been crowned and certified a Crazy King, by Ashley at Our Journey Begins, as The Kings and Stupid Girls. Ashley, I love ya and I'm keeping this one, for myself. Call me crazy, call me selfish, call me whatever you want. I consider this a huge honor and it makes me feel kinda special. THANK YOU, SWEETIE!" I will post it with pride and a smile.

The End... Now go forth and multiply!

It's Been A Year!

2010-05-16T03:45:00.000-05:00

Can't believe a year of blogging has come and gone. It was just around this time last year, that I decided to give it a whirl. Must admit it was me that got whirled on at least one occasion, but that's just the way the old mop flops. Sorry, guess I had "mop" on the brain, since I just tried to mop my kitchen. It's going to take much more than a mop to get the ground in crap up, possibly a jackhammer. If anyone has a spare maid layin' around, send them my way. Afraid I'm not very domestic anymore. When the kids moved out of the house, I retired. I do good to keep a path cleared from the coffeepot to the potty. Besides, being a frequent commenter to my blog friends takes time and there isn't much left over to do something that will just need doing again, quicker than you can blink. I'll stick with the more important stuff, thank you very much. Thanks to everyone that has made this year special and especially the ones who have become more than just another blog to read.

Along with the passing blog year, seems another birthday has crept up again for my youngest Son. I keep telling my kids that their birthdays are making me old, but they just keep having them. Slow down already! Wasn't it just yesterday that I was giving birth to my little 9lb-3oz "Special Angel" baby? Feels like it. My body hasn't even recovered and here you are turning 31! When you strike it rich, you can pay for the tummy tuck, mister. (have them suck out a few extra pounds while you're at it) I'll allow you to coordinate with your siblings on the face lift, boob job and bladder suspension. The butt lift can wait, I sit on it too often to consider stitches.

All joking aside... kinda... you are just as wonderful at 31, as you have always been. Thank you for a blessed 31 years, and not one of those years, even in your teens, have you ever been ashamed to tell me you love me, kiss me hello and goodbye and provide the best hugs a mother could ever hope for. Momma loves you very much! Papa does too, but this ain't his blog and he doesn't even read it, so I get to say what I want.

Here's hoping your birthday is rain-free, the lasagna is filling (and I can remember how to make it) and the water is not too cold. Please bring your own towel, Momma hates doing laundry.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, I LOVE YOU!"

Who could resist that sweet face?

Ready to go play on the beach

You and little sister, Halloween at school

"Killer"

With Honors

Recent - Photo Booth

My Dad

2010-05-13T04:03:00.000-05:00

On May 13, 1997, a little over 3 weeks after losing my Mom, I lost my Dad. We had a tough couple of years after he was diagnosed with cancer. He had always insisted on being the caregiver for Mom.

Dad had a terrible childhood. He lost his mother when he was 5. His father was a decorated veteran of World War I, that became an alcoholic. He and his younger sister were raised by his aunt and uncle, who had children of their own. Times were hard and he didn't feel loved, or nurtured, mostly just a burden.

He dropped out of school at 16, lied about his age, joined the Army and shipped off to Europe. While there, he was blown up by a mine and was listed as missing in action, presumed dead. Ended up in hospital, wounded from the explosion and carried shrapnel and scars, but told amazing stories of how they put maggots on his wounds, to eat away the dead flesh. He was awarded a Purple Heart.

After being discharged, he came home, finished school and went to business college. He used to tell stories of having a pet groundhog and taking it all over town with him, even to the ice cream parlor where he met my Mom. I seem to recall him saying the groundhog hibernated too close to a train track and when trying to rouse, was run over and killed.

When a group of friends heard about possible employment opportunities at the Paper Mill in Texas, he agreed to drive them, since he had a car. During this time, he was hired to work, and my Mom was hired as well, based on her work reputation. He swore he would never move back to North Carolina, and though he visited regularly, he left his troubled past behind, refused to look back and barely spoke of it.

There is so much I don't know about this intelligent man and now the opportunity is gone. We truly believe he lasted long enough to see that his wife, my Mom, was taken care of, so he could leave nothing unfinished.
far right... what a baby face

I miss you, Dad. You would love your great granddaughters, they are something else!

Empty Nest - Mother's Day

2010-05-07T14:12:00.000-05:00

I gave you life
I watched you grow
How was I
To ever know
That when you left
You'd take my heart
It stays with you
When we're apart

It seems like an eternity
Between the times
You're here with me
I miss the days
When you were small
Now I hardly see you
Much at all

A treasured card
Sits in a frame
I've kept them all
They bear your name
The cards are special
You can see...

...But it's "YOU" that means
So much to me.

Death Warmed Over and Awards

2010-04-29T01:07:00.000-05:00

Survived 4 days with the girls and 6 days with the MILs dogs and now, of all times, I'm sick. I've never suffered with seasonal allergies and if this is what it's like... I feel sorry for anyone that does.

The dogs got picked up Tuesday morning and I was looking forward to being able to get some rest, without one of them up my butt. (the dogs, not the girls) We had a terrific weekend, even if they don't keep the same hours I do. Went to the playground next door, on Saturday. The weather was beautiful and the dogs didn't bite anyone, including the boy that insisted on petting them, even after I told him they weren't too friendly. Reminded me of the many times I've heard a parent say... "My kid won't eat that"... then they do and totally make a liar out of you! I'm sure the kid on the playground thought I was a liar. I kinda felt like choking the dogs, for not biting him.

Hubby worked nights, from Friday evening until Tuesday morning. On Monday morning, he started complaining his throat was sore and feeling swollen and irritated. Having had an exposure to noxious chemicals at work, I thought it was just the aftereffects. Within a few hours, my throat was irritated and driving me crazy. I can't tell you how much illness I've been exposed to over the past year, without getting sick. Not sure if the changing winds blew something in, or what, but I have coughed so much, my ribs are killing me. I feel like I've been drug through a knothole, backwards! Every time I cough, I was trying to hold my ribs, to keep them from breaking. Ended up binding them, so I didn't have to keep trying to hold them. Don't laugh, it has helped.

Guess I should be thankful this didn't come on while the kids were here. I'll be even more thankful when I feel better and can play catch up on the rest I didn't get, while dog and kidsitting.

Since my last post, I received two awards. Same award, from two different people. Both are fantastic!

Momma Fargo, the fantastically funny female cop, that refers to herself as the popo. If you don't already know her, stop in and introduce yourself. If you go and get yourself arrested... DO NOT IMPLICATE ME! Whatever you did, I wasn't involved. Perhaps she will give you a ride in her new cruiser, if you ask nicely... or break the law. Do not mess up the seats, please.

Veteran Kindergarten Teacher will tell you amazing stories of her experience with kids and teaching for a whopping 34 years. Just be sure you don't start talking about snakes, or you might send her into orbit. And no, you may not borrow her terrarium for the summer, so don't ask.

Please, if you haven't met these two ladies, stop in and say hello.

Since I'm feeling like death warmed over, I'm doing good to finally thank these two wonderful blog buddies. I'm not going to be passing these on, at least not yet. Maybe later, when I'm feeling better and have a better grasp of this new WHITE beast of a laptop, with NO MOUSE! Right now I'll just settle for getting out a post, period.

To the new followers that I haven't located, thanks for following. Stop in and leave a comment, so I can find you. To the new visitors that left comments, thank you for stopping in. Comments on any posts are wonderful and I would especially like to thank everyone that commented on the post about my Mom. I'm sure she smiled at each one.

Someone Special

2010-04-18T06:33:00.001-05:00

Please bear with me on this post, as I struggle to tell you few things about someone very special.

Born in the mountains of Western North Carolina, on December 21st, 1921, she didn't have an idyllic childhood. Dragged back and forth, from her home to her grandparents, when the domestic battles were raging. She was the sensitive one, unsure of herself. Her younger brother, the fairer of hair and skin, was the apple of his mothers' eye.

Walking home from school one day, she was eight, he was six, when he bounced ahead, eager to show his report card to his mother, who was confined to bed, deathly ill. That's when it happened. A logging truck struck and killed him... right in front of her. Her only sibling, gone.

From her bed, the mother has a "premonition" and stumbles out the door, running toward her son, somewhere in the distance. She passes out before the confirmation has a chance to reach her. The mother knows. After her brothers' death, it was suggested her mother be institutionalized. The son appeared to his mother and said, "Momma, I'm alright, I'm happy." The mother recovered, but the little girl was very traumatized. She refused to go back to the same school. Couldn't bear to walk the same route that held the unbearable memories of her tragic loss.

She lost her grandfather, cut in half by a train.

She had a nervous breakdown.

She survived Scarlet fever and a ruptured appendix, when medical care was much less advanced.

An early beau, flew his plane over her home, dropped out a few belongings, before crashing and killing himself.

Then came the lifeline... she went to work at the Paper Mill, where she also experienced her first indoor toilet. Work helped her find purpose in her life.

She got married and relocated, to work for the Paper Mill in Texas. After arriving and getting the required physical and chest x-ray, which led to more testing, she was diagnosed with Hodgkins disease. She was given 6 weeks to live. She underwent treatment and survived.

She was told she would never be able to have children. It took seven years before she had her first and another 5 plus, before she had her second.

In 1972, after enduring a series of falls and being treated for an inner ear infection, she was diagnosed with a brain tumor the size of a small grapefruit, between her left and right lobe. She took a 6 month medical leave to undergo surgery, not knowing what to expect after. Would she speak, walk, be able to see, have any memories, or even partial memories? The odds were against her being without some type of disability, due to the massive size. She endured 10+ hours of surgery, where she had holes drilled in her skull and was cut from ear to ear across the top of her head, for a section of skull to be removed to access the tumor. She did a brief stint with physical therapy while still in the hospital, was released and back to work a month later, stark bald, refusing to wear a wig because she said it was itchy and uncomfortable.

She retired after 40 years working for the Paper Mill, only to begin her golden years with more health issues. Several years of medication for what they diagnosed as Parkinson's disease, was later diagnosed as Progressive Supranuclear Palsy.

She lost her ability to read, which she loved with a passion. Later, she lost the ability to walk without help. This very modest woman had to depend on someone to help her go to the bathroom. Eventually, even a trip to the bathroom was out of the question and she was reduced to wearing diapers. She could no longer eat without choking, she could barely speak and was hard to understand. She couldn't scratch an itch or move on her own. Body contorted, one leg and one arm drawn up, fingernails digging into her palms.

She had a permanent feeding tube inserted in her stomach for nutrition, without anesthesia.

When she left the hospital the last time, she came to live with me, as her husband was dying of cancer. Never, to my knowledge, did my Mother ever say "why me?" She had a terrific sense of humor and could even muster a demonic sounding laugh during what I would have considered "major" indignities.

She was brave beyond belief.

She passed away on April 18th, 1997.

Mom, I love you and miss you!

April 9, 1982

2010-04-09T01:50:00.000-05:00

Twenty eight years! Seems impossible. Time certainly has a way of slipping by, whether we like it, or not.

I have a very hard time dealing with the fact I have no children at home. My happiest times were when my children were young and I was attempting to be supermom. Granted, it was hard... but, oh how I miss it.

My beautiful, amazing, strong, loving, forgiving, wonderful daughter, turns 28 years old today. She's my fourth child and only girl. How I thank God for her!

She listens when the words are hard for me and struggles through my tears with patience, compassion and understanding.

She has provided me with two of my wonderful granddaughters, "Twink" & "Tink" and allows me the opportunity to share my love.

She has a much greater ability to forgive, than I do. (she obviously inherited that from her Daddy)

She has a strength about her that I do not possess. (must get that from Daddy, too)

She refuses to let the bad times keep her down... and she's had some bad times and her share of heartache.

Baby Girl, and yes, I can still call you my baby girl, because no matter how old you get, you will always be my baby... I Love You and wish you a very Happy Birthday!

Since my photo app and MP Navigator still aren't available, I'll have to post a couple of pictures I swiped off my MySpace. Wish I was able to put some other ones on here, but I'm afraid they will have to wait.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY EBBIE, I LOVE YOU!"

A Twofer!

2010-04-04T14:32:00.000-05:00

Did I mention being a little behind? Recently, Bendigo @ Bendigo's Rage, passed on a Beautiful Blogger Award. Today, I received one from Patrick Tillett. Both of these gentlemen are wonderful writers and nice as all getout. If you don't know them, you simply must go find out for yourself. Nothing I can say would do them justice, trust me. Thank you both!

Here are the award rules:
1. Thank the person who gave you this award (that would be me, include a link).
2. Share 5 things about yourself.
3. Pass the award along to 5 bloggers (more or less) who you have recently discovered and you think are fantastic! Include links to their blogs.
4. Contact the bloggers you've picked and let them know about the award.
*(I'm bending the rules here by not contacting the ones I've picked. If they follow, they can be pleasantly surprised, or even not so pleasantly surprised, depending on their mood) (plus, ~~I'm exhausted, hungry, need to catch up on your posts~~ this is hard work)
6. Copy this Award onto your blog (linking it to me)
*(Feel free to bend the rules as you see fit, I usually do)

Once again, I will struggle to tell you five things about myself. I'm afraid I don't do this at all well, because frankly, I don't see myself as the least bit interesting.

1. When I was a young girl... so long ago,
     I was a competitive roller skater.
2. During my rink rat days, I had fabulous
     legs.
3. When my children were young, I
     I coached roller skating and my
   children were quite good. I'm proud
   to have been a part of their skating
   careers. Most of their younger lives
   took place at the rink.
4. I left coaching when my body and brain
   could no longer keep up.
     Unfortunately, this also ended my kids
     skating and I often wonder just how far
     they could have gone.
5. I don't have great legs anymore.

Passing this award will be hard. Everyone deserves to be noticed and appreciated for their efforts. I have a really hard time choosing, since I enjoy all the blogs I follow. Each are different and unique.

Please allow me to introduce you to a personal friend. She has been blogging much longer than me, and is just starting back after battling breast cancer. She has deleted her past posts, so you can start over with her, on her journey back. She is a wonderful writer, please help me encourage her to get back in the game. You can find her @ The Right Wing Extremist Housewife.

Also, some new ones I'm getting acquainted with:
Dr. Soosie
Bossy Betty
Andrea
Ally

If you don't already know them, drop in and say hello.

Thank you, again, Bendigo and Patrick!

A Little Behind

2010-04-02T00:15:00.000-05:00

No, I don't have one! (a little behind) What I have had is a rough couple of days. Started Tuesday evening, anticipating having to wake up to the alarm clock Wednesday morning. Just knowing this made it nigh on impossible to get to sleep. When I'm able to sleep, I hate being startled awake with some horrifically annoying, blaring noise. A jarring reminder that I'm still alive, since my heart is racing, trying to jump out of my chest. Somehow, this doesn't make for a great start.

Hubs is always up at the butt crack on his days off, ~~just to make me~~ ~~look bad~~ morning person that he is. He's usually playing ~~with the mistress~~ music, on the computer, whistling, or some other such nonsense. The coffee is usually made, thank goodness!

Grabbed some coffee Wednesday morning, headed straight to the bathroom in an effort to paint my face, so as not scare the life out of people on the outside world. It never works, but I had to settle for doing the best I could, with what little I have. Made it for the appointment to have our taxes done. (no, we don't do it ourselves, it's too darn complicated and we don't want to be held responsible if we screw it up) We survived and were out of there before noon. Went to the diner to grab some breakfast, which never happens that early in the day. Stopped by an antique shop ~~so Hubs could feed the mistress~~ to browse and I could skulk around, feeling contrite.

Having survived the early day and feeling rather pleased, we headed home and I planned to catch up on blogs and emails and generally laze around. No such luck. Barely made it in the door, when my Daughter calls crying, in a major panic. I can hear "Tink" in the background, wailing in a sound that can't be described. Poor baby had already been to the doctor earlier that day, running a high fever, congested, coughing and had an ear infection. She had fallen asleep after the ordeal and woke up screaming with shoulder/neck pain. Don't even remember driving over there, it's a total blur. Luckily it's only about 5 miles. Fortunately, Hubs was able to pick "Twink" (her sister) up at school and bring her on home, and in all the hubbub she wasn't forgotten.

That child was SO sick! Felt like I was having a flashback to my younger days, as a mother with young kids, struggling when the inevitable sickness happened. Dreading the nighttime, when the fevers always seem to rise. Wishing the medications would work their magic quickly and ease the suffering... theirs and mine.

What a difference a day makes! "Tink" is nothing like yesterday, thank you Lord. No fever, no pain. Still snotty and coughing, but on the mend. Mommy and Granny survived, too.

Managed to get on here some, in between the chaos and having to share the computer, still. That white laptop is sounding sweeter and sweeter, in spite of the color. During the time away, I've managed to get more than a little behind. I'm still trying to catch up. I will, eventually. Don't know how you BIG BLOGS manage. Crap, I'm small and already there doesn't seem to be enough hours in the day, to read, comment and post. Don't think I'll ever be able to post every day. Think I prefer you deciding the topic and all I have to do is read and comment. Heck, that's a full time job!

Thanks to the new followers! Still haven't located a couple of you, since you didn't leave comments.

Bendigo, I haven't forgotten you, either. I'm going as fast as this tired old woman can go.

Jenny, as soon as I get the birdies and my photo application going, I'll post.

Now, I'm off to read and comment to each of you, for as long as I can keep my eyes open. Thanks everyone!

Always An Uh Oh!

2010-03-27T03:52:00.000-05:00

Trying to learn not to get excited over things. Hard for someone who scrutinizes things nine ways to Sunday. What might happen? Who will be effected? What else will this cause? Don't count your chickens, before they hatch... ripple, ripple... just the usual things that go through my mind.


Been waiting for a good while to get the MAC up to snuff, more memory, etc... AND to get my new laptop. Was supposed to get it last weekend and that went south. This weekend, my computer guru was going to be busy, so he decided to come out after working all day Thursday. He gets here around 7pm and begins opening the shipping box containing parts and whatnot, as well as my new laptop. Decides he will do that first, since it will be the easiest. Opens the box and low and behold... the laptop is WHITE! We're talking BRIGHT WHITE! Crap, I couldn't even find the coffee maker I wanted in white and we ended up having to get black. Now, you can't even see the coffee! Black, metallic, stainless steel looking everything nowadays. Had absolutely no clue this laptop would be white. White will not last 5 minutes in this house and will stick out like a sore thumb where I had intended to put it. Already, I'm not a happy camper. Next step, attach the wireless router to the modem. EEEENNH! Not happening. Seems the wireless router won't work on my thingamajig. Back in the box it goes, to be shipped back and upgraded to the higher priced one. Oh well, I've waited this long.

Next up on the agenda, the MAC. He gets out the whatchamacallit to save everything on and can't get it to start collecting my stuff. That was the next problem. Off to the store to buy a USB cord, that he didn't have with him and didn't think he would need and we didn't seem to have around here. First store didn't have one, second store did. Manages to get that show on the road. Process didn't take long, like my brain, there wasn't much in there. Opens the MAC, adds the RAM without any problem. Whew, I was sweating that one, even though he was confident. Begins transferring saved data back and it's a blur from there. Things didn't go well. Stuff started to spit, sputter and spew. Everything seemed to be in slow motion. Instillation had to be restarted. More slow motion. He's tired, I'm overly anxious. He has to go to work Friday morning and may not get any sleep at the rate things are going... or not going. Finally managed to get things on track, but my photo application isn't here. Crap! Printer has to be reinstalled. Crap, again! All the software has to be updated. Hummmmm! It's that dark cloud that seems to hang around me. Anyone that is anywhere near, will undoubtedly be effected by that cloud.

Guru left for the long drive home around 1am. Managed to update the software myself. Still don't have my printer or photo application. It will have to wait. Everything looks totally different. Must learn to get used to it. Trying to be positive...

BUT THAT LAPTOP IS STILL WHITE! I'M POSITIVE I DON'T LIKE THE IDEA OF A WHITE LAPTOP!

The Rose

2010-03-25T03:07:00.000-05:00

You could call me a night person. My kids are grown, hubby is a shift worker and on the days he's working, he's gone about 14 hours. I can do pretty much what I want, when I want to do it. I log on to the computer when I get up and stay on it until I go to bed. (except when I have to share with hubs)

I don't stay in front of the computer ALL day long, rather just walk in here, hit refresh and check to see if I have mail, or if someone has posted something new.

Imagine my surprise, when I came in the other morning around 4:30 and saw an email from a fellow blogger, left at 4:23. I was shocked! The subject said: Rose Header For Blog. I opened the email and found the sweetest message. She said she had seen a really pretty rose that morning and thought of me. So she made my new rose header. (and I was actually able to get it on here) Thank you so much for thinking of me Karen @ This Old House. It's people like you that make blogging worthwhile, and not just because you made my new header, but because you are a really nice person, even when you keep me in the sinnin' corner. Because everyone knows... envy is a sin and that house keeps me green with envy!

Tag, You're It

2010-03-23T02:00:00.000-05:00

Seems Deborah, over at Fashion Plate-Hungry For Style, has seen fit to involve me in a photo tag. Pretty much as soon as I read it, I knew there was going to be a little, bitty problem. I knew the approximate time I got my digital camera and most probably was pretty sure what the first pictures would be. I cringed a little bit and knew I was going to have to tweak it, ever so slightly.

My camera and computer are both rather old, for cameras and computers. I got them both around the time my youngest granddaughter was born. She's not at all old, for a kid, but... we don't apply the same age guidelines to technology stuff.

Back to my little story that is supposed to be attached with the picture... My daughter was pregnant and since I had done a belly cast for her first pregnancy, I figured she needed one for the second. After the cast was done (a major ordeal that involves a rather huge mess) and had time to cure, I set about to paint it. Being the brainless person I am, I thought I would get all creative and make it look realistic. Now I have pictures of that, but they are quite obscene looking. So I will skip to the same belly cast, that was adjusted to preserve her modesty and my own. The lighting was terrible, but that's what you get. It's done in torn brown paper, which was a far cry from the first pregnancy cast, that was painted with clouds and butterflies and flowers. I hope that doesn't scar "Tink" my youngest, too much.

Here are the rules, even though I had to tweak them. (hope you understand why)

1. Go to your first photo file and pick the 10th photo in it.
2. Tell the story behind the photo.
3. Tag 5 other people to do likewise.

To suffer with me, I am tagging the following:
1. Marla @ Butts And Ashes (ha ha back)
2. KW @ Some Things I Have Learned
3. GregoryJ @ Living My Life
4. Copyboy @ Not Worth Mentioning
5. Robyn @ RawknRobyns Gone Blog Wild

Your turn! If I tagged someone that just got tagged, sorry. I don't expect you to "play" again, so soon. This is work, especially if your computer is as old as mine.

Beautiful Blogger Award

2010-03-22T01:27:00.000-05:00

Was supposed to get my new computer today, but somebody got schnockered last night and had a terrible hangover today. Needless to say, it was not a good day for them to have to drive out AND think AND put up with me. I'm stuck using my antiquated system.

GregoryJ, over at Living My Life, has given me a Beautiful Blogger award. Thanks Greg! He has assured me he doesn't bite, so go visit him, pronto!

Here are the rules:

1. Thank the person who gave you this award.

2. Share 7 things about yourself.

3. Pass the award along to 15 8 5 bloggers who you have recently discovered and you think are fantastic!

4. Contact the bloggers you've picked and let them know about the award.

Now, I am supposed to tell you 7 things about myself, which will be very hard for me. (you can already tell I don't follow the blogging rules)

1. I love being a wife, mother and granny!

2. I obsess about everything.

3. I hate leaving my house.

4. I'm a procrastinator.

5. I'm a lousy cook.

6. I'm not tech savvy.

7. I'm less than 5 feet tall.

The 5 people I'm choosing for this award are:

Tracie @ Stir-Fry Awesomeness

JennyMatlock (doesn't do awards... read anyway)

Karen @ This Old House

Ashley

Pat

I don't read lousy blogs, so please check these out.

Can't begin to tell you, how many times my computer has frozen up during this attempt. Please make it worth the time it took me.

To my computer Guru... please hurry!

Now I'm keeping my fingers crossed, hitting publish post and hoping I don't lose my hard work.