Friday, August 31, 2007


(no offense if this is your car)
this story is dedicated to and researched especially for my sweet cousin, Melissa.

After all my road travels of late on winding country roads with no passing lanes and being stuck behind tractors. And all the wandering aimlessly on the expansive and confusing tollroads I encountered it was found to be true that not everyone should drive. Sadly, I was probably one of them! I was very amused to have found this story. I refuse, however, to say that I totally related it.

Dave Barry's Advice on How to Drive Like an Old Geezer

1. The "geezer" car should be as large as possible. If necessary, get two cars and have them welded together.

2. You should grip the wheel tightly enough so that you cannot be detached from it without a surgical procedure and you should sit way down in the seat so that you are looking directly at the speedometer.

3. You should select a speed of travel way in advance of your trip. 23 miles per hour is very popular. You should drive this speed at all times regardless of whether you're in your driveway or on the interstate.

4. If you are planning to make a turn at any point during your trip you should plan ahead by putting on your blinker as soon as you start your car to leave.

Thursday, August 30, 2007

Life's Lessons Take # 1

Just looking over this list I have to say I have a couple of favorites. Some I do instinctively but some were really good lessons for me.

1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.
2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.
3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.
4. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.
5. Pay off your credit cards every month.
6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.
7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.
8. It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it.
9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.
10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.
11. Make peace with your past so it won't mess up the present.
12. It's OK to let your children see you cry.
13. Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their journey is all about.
14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it.
15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don't worry; God never blinks.
16. Life is too short for long pity parties. Get busy living, or get busy dying.
17. You can get through anything if you stay put in today.
18. A writer writes. If you want to be a writer, write.
19. It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you & no one else.
20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer.
21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special.
22. Over prepare, then go with the flow.
23. Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.
24. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.

author unknown

So, personally, I like # 2, 13, 15, 16, 21. What about you? Which ones made you go hmmmmm?

For years now I have been doing #'s 3, 4 ,18 and 21. Get that china out of the boxes girls! Everyday is a special occasion!

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

It Makes Me Happy

So many times pictures just make me happy. Memories preserved on a camera can be brought back and a flood of happy emotions rush your mind. This little series of pictures does that for me. Lulu loves the ocean. But, mostly she loves the ocean creatures. Just like the frogs, geckos, and snails we housed during Camp Neena, she found these "things" incredible. She spent over an hour catching them with this device that would suck them out of the sand.

After they were captured she spent time examining them and talking baby talk to them. I must admit, I did not touch them. They were actually quite hideous. I believe one of the native beach combers told us they were ghost shrimp that wash up during certain seasons and times. We were there at the right time because if she would have had her way we would have been there all night searching through the wet sand with the self made plunger.

Even when you are 5 you realize the cycle of life. The shrimp were soon sent to their fate in the sky of circling gulls who quickly realized that this little princess was their dinner ticket.

Monday, August 27, 2007

Of Days Past or Passed

I think I have bonded with Willie Nelson. I totally relate to his hit song, "On the Road Again." And the hit from the hotel commercial, "I"ve Been to Luckenbach, Hackysack" or whatever those words are. But, I am home. Back in my safe little nest away from city traffic, speed limits, unfamilliar sights etc.....You know what I mean. I have traveled east and west. But, I am home.

There is no need for me to sugar coat this. I realize a truth is a truth. This is the world's most precious and beautiful 7 week old and I have spent the last week nestling with her. She loves her Neena. Believe me, the feeling is mutual.

This is AHS hottest new coach. I mean hot. He is the one smiling at his mother with the camera. Or is he smiling at the players? Well, anyway, is he cute or what? The dude next to him in the gold shorts is just glad he still has a job.

This precious couple are my aunt and uncle. I got to join them for their 50th wedding anniversary dinner. They are every bit as in love now as they were 50 years ago. By the way, as depressing as it is, I was at their wedding. I love them dearly. I got to see cousins who I adore and do not see nearly enough. Again, once again, these cousins that are so precious to me, promised me they would come to visit. We will see.

Sadly, while I was gone touring the state and it seems the world, Princess Possum came to my house to pick up her "hairy" brother, Tater Eugene, who had been staying at Camp Neena. I missed her overnight visit and getting lots of kisses and hugs from the world's most beautiful 4 month old. It's true. She is Miss Personality and Miss Big Eyes. She is Miss Congeniality and Miss Precious. You get the picture, right?

Summer is over for Lulu and Rooster. This was their last fling at Neena's a few weeks ago. The best of the handstands. Today their tearful mommy dropped them off at school both smiling and she attended the schools annual "BooHoo" breakfast. Except she was the one crying because both of her babies are now in school. Rooster is in the 5th grade and Lulu went to Kindergarten. Please pray for them to have a great year! Aunt A and Princess Possum are on their way to console Rooster and Lulu's mom. Maybe a trip to the mall will do it. You can hop over to their mom's blog later for pictures and school updates.

I did get to help my baby sister for one night with Baby Sam, her newest grandson. And his brother Jack who was "whirling" around us and missed the picture. Especially pray hard for this entire family. If you remember from 9 months back, Sam's mommy was very sick the entire pregnancy. She spent almost the entire time in the hospital. Sam was not actually due unti last week but came almost 2 months early weighing 3 lbs and 15 oz. Now, he is a whopping 7 pounder and doing exceptional but his mommy is still very sick. Both Giggi and Mimi are in overdrive with caring for this little family of 4 - 24 hours/7 days. Pray for Christine to be healed and home to be a healthy mommy to her precious sons. Pray for rest for Giggi and Mimi and Papa and PawPaw. Pray for Daddy Matt to be able to keep running back and forth safely and for his strength to keep up with a demanding schedule.

Now, if you'll excuse me it's time for my show. My precious and loving dil, Tiny Princess' mom, has me hooked on this series. It has long been her favorite and she knows every line and plot. I have been busy watching episode after episode with her last week. It was like a giant sorority party/slumber party with her and the Tiny Princess in the middle. I miss them terribly today. While there, I finished watching Season 1 out of seven seasons. Each season is like 6 cd's of hours and hours and hours. She sent me home with all the boxes of cd's. I should be through by summer of '09. And I was so proud that I had pledged to do a home Bible study when school started without me. Sorry Beth. I'll do it I promise!


Sunday, August 19, 2007

You Gotta Love a Sign

Dear Christian,

If you are too busy today it's ok to miss worship services. God didn't really mean it when he said not to forsake the assembly. It's not that important for your children, your marriage or your daily life to associate with like people for encouragement. You can catch up later. You have lots of time.

Yours truly,

the devil

Saturday, August 18, 2007

If You Can't Say Something Nice.....

My mother always said if you can't say something nice about someone, don't say anything at all. I have had that ingrained in my head for a long time. It doesn't take long in this world to realize that it really does matter what you say and what you think. So, when I found this award I just felt I had to pass it on to some girls who realize this alot younger than I did! So, out of respect for my mom who still professes this philosophy and still reminds me this is from both of us!
So, I bestow the NICE MATTERS AWARD to
Lacy at Forever Flamingo
Holly at Marathon Bird
Heather at heathersabrsula
Ashley at lauraashleyallen
Kelly Snapshot ( but I can't open her blog today!)
JD at the dotysdish
Someone smarter than me will have to figure out how to post those addresses so you can link off them. Both my girls are out of town and away from their computers so????? Oh but the nicest boy in the world is given a BIRTHDAY SHOUT TODAY! My own Rooster turns 11 today and I love him to the moon and back.
Because no matter who says what or what you do.......NICE DOES MATTER.

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Friday's Funnies

Why Men Are Never Depressed
Men Are Just Happier People -- What do you expect from such simple creatures? Your last name stays the same. The garage is all yours. Wedding plans take care of themselves. Chocolate is just another snack. You can be President. You can never be pregnant. You can wear a white Tshirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a water park. Car mechanics tell you the truth. The world is your urinal. You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky. You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt. Same work, more pay. Wrinkles add character. Wedding dress $5000. Tux rental-$100. People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them. New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet. One mood all the time.Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat. You know stuff about tanks. A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase. You can open all your own jars. You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness. If someone forgets to invite you to a party, he or she can still be your friend. Your underwear is $5.95 for a three-pack. Two pairs of shoes, (brown and black) are more than enough. You almost never have strap problems in public. You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes. Everything on your face stays its original color. The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades. You only have to shave your face and neck.You can play with toys all your life. One wallet with one color for all seasons. You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look. You can "do" your nails with a pocket knife. You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes. No wonder men are happier !!!!!

And the Heavens Declare His Handiwork

Thanks to Tropical Storm Erin, Texas is belted again with rain. That's ok though. I am just glad that our trip to the beach wasn't shortened because of her. Isn't it amazing how we work our lives around the seasons and the storms? We complain it's hot or cold. We complain because it's wet or dry. We either have too much rain or not enough. We are inconvenienced to mow and when mowing season is through we complain about the leaves that litter the ground. Our lives go through the same "weather" complaints everytime something is not as we see it, "normal". Don't you think? Just another comparison for you to think about on this rainy day.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

One of My Hairy Grandchildren

Don't let it EVER be said that I have favorites. This is Tater's week at Camp Neena. So far we are having a wonderful time. He likes to snuggle up like M does. He likes to play ball like R. He lets me hold him like a baby just like A & J. The only bad thing is ..... he found out the real reason he got to stay.

He has an appointment at the local vet.

Monday, August 13, 2007

No Party Poopers Here

Our family weekend of partying went off without a hitch. Well, I say without a hitch. We are super worried about Christine again. She is back in the hospital where she has spent the better part of 2007. Of course, Baby Sam and Matt couldn't come and leave her! We missed them terribly but Jack was here to represent them. He sang a solo "Happy Birthday" over the PA and we are thinking American Idol needs to lower the age limit. Jordan, JorJor, was not able to come either because she is a star soccer for a major university and had a game. The first family grandson in law was unable to take another day off after our beach trip so we missed him too! Other than that all the grandchildren and great grandchildren were present to wish Nana and Poppi and Happy 65th anniversary and Poppi a happy 85th birthday. Church family surrounded our own family in a little celebration that was most enjoyable. It was pretty low key considering I could have rented the town hall and declared it a local holiday!

Of course I was grinning from ear to ear because I had an arm full ( literally ) of my babies all day. Let me just say, it doesn't get any better than that. Good friends, good food, good health, lots and lots of babies everywhere. This is all the result of my sisters and I. There are only 3 of us! And these are our children and grandchildren . Someone said that our daddy must have told us to go forth and multiply. And we did.

Friday, August 10, 2007



When I'm an old lady, I'll live with my kids,
And bring so much happiness, just as they did.
I want to pay back all the joy they've provided. Returning each deed!
Oh, they'll be so excited!

When I'm an old lady and live with my kids.
I'll write on the walls with reds, whites and blues,
And I'll bounce on the furniture wearing my shoes.
I'll drink from the carton and then leave it out.
I'll stuff all the toilets and oh, how they'll shout!

When I'm an old lady and live with my kids.
When they're on the phone and just out of reach,
I'll get into things like sugar and bleach.
Oh, they'll snap their fingers and then shake their head,

When I'm an old lady and live with my kids.
When they cook dinner and call me to eat,
I'll not eat my green beans or salad or meat,
I'll gag on my okra, spill milk on the table,
And when they get angry... I'll run if I'm able!

When I'm an old lady and live with my kids.
I'll sit close to the TV, through channels I'll click,
I'll cross both eyes just to see if they stick.
I'll take off my socks and throw one away,
And play in the mud 'til the end of the day!
When I'm an old lady and live with my kids.

And later in bed, I'll lay back and sigh,
I'll thank God in prayer and then close my eyes.
My kids will look down with a smile slowly creeping, And say with a groan,
"She's so sweet when she's sleeping!"

Thursday, August 09, 2007


This man is as close to perfect as an earthly person can be. I hope he does not read this because he will call me and get all defensive about "that is not true, and what will people think, etc...." That is how humble people are, I think. I am not that humble. But, I claim it as my opinion based on FACTS as well as the opinion of anyone else who has ever ever known him. He is a man of service like you wouldn't believe. He sees nothing but good in people. If he can meet someone else's needs he is going to do, no questions asked. He has a true servant's heart. He has worked for the public since he was probably 12. This last gig for over 20 years has been with the court system. He is the judge's right hand man. He is the indispensable man you see roaming the courthouse. The one who would do anything you need done. The best hug giver on the face of the earth.
OK. Now, back to the man in the picture. He also loves everyone and everyone loves him. Especially women of all ages. Because he is so durn cute. I mean he is witty and cute. It is a rare occasion when he is NOT dressed up complete with tie. He even mows in nice clothes. Handsome as all get out. He needs his own calendar. Young people adore him and the older ladies OH MY. Everyone seeks his wise advice as well as spiritual and "what should I do if my car does this or that" or things like, "How can God forgive me?" He knows something about everything. He daily works the JUMBLE and the hardest crosswords. He has played FREECELL on the computer so much that he has won through every single game several times around. He likes game shows, his family knows why. He is never still. There is always something to be done.
I posted this a few days early so that you could remember this special day and say a prayer of thanksgiving that you know him or have heard of him. Because, this weekend, on the 11th, this man turns 85 years old young. I say young because it is true. He works circles around me. He still works full time. He puts me to shame. He still takes care of me and everyone else, he still makes me laugh, he still loves his wife and has for 65 years. He still conducts God's business discreetly or openly, and he is not ashamed to be known as a man of God. He works hard, he worries alot, he is never ever still. He is however, quiet and humble. He sweeps too much, he mows when it is too hot, and he lets people take advantage of him. He hates the word vacation. We used to laugh that he had to be "twist tied" to a lawn chair. He can't watch a movie, a TV show or anything that might make him sit still. Unless, it's the baseball game or WHEEL of FORTUNE . He used to like Johnny Carson and the Andy Griffith Show and they would keep his attention. He likes his clothes starched and ironed, he takes lots and lots of time "resting his eyes" or power naps as some call them. He has a hidden humor that many people who don't know him miss. He is a comic and a joke cracker. He does all the chores at the church building that everyone wonders who did them. He's the one. He mows there if it needs it. He does not like attention brought to his own family for fear that someone might think less of them. When it is his turn to make the announcements / prayer requests at church he sometimes "leaves" his own off not to take away from someone else's needs. He loves his family first and foremost after his love for God. He adores and loves ALL of his 9 grandchildren and he phones his 9 great-granchildren and listens to them babble and he coos to them. He loves someone to tell him a story, especially bear stories, as in the 3 Bears. He has even resorted to paying for them. He is the reason I am so compulsive about everything! Because I have always wanted to be like him and just couldn't come close. He is a friend to everyone and believe me, you would want him to be your friend. You' d never be wanting for anything.
This man is my DADDY. Is it any wonder that he was my first and true forever love?

Wednesday, August 08, 2007


No words except to say he is a very sweet guard dog.

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Stop Me Before I File You

I have spent the better portion of my life trying to get organized. I love, love, love the idea of knowing where stuff is. I love color coding, files, organizers, storage tubs, cubbies, folders, notebooks, etc. I love the idea, get it? Alas, I have never been able to accomplish it. I love MISSION ORGANIZATION on HGTV. LOVE IT! But it seems, I get one thing organized and I've messed up the other part. If you know me very well you know that I spend my life looking for something I "put in a safe place". I wake up in the morning wondering what I did with something. I love to make piles of things to do later. Organized and color coded piles, of course! Don't even ask Tawana and Becky about my piles of hidden stuff. How, did I run an office? You know, you've heard that story before.
But, I have found the most incredible website for organization and I can see exactly how it could work. She ( they? ) is called the FLYLADY. She is a reformed "try to be organizer" who has used her skills to perfect the art. She has a great story and a very fun website with all kinds of hints, strategies, tools and tips to succeed. As with anything it takes time to accomplish. She refers to her syndrome of old habits as the CHAOS stage or Can't Have Anyone Over Syndrome. I thought that was an hilarious conception. Of course her website is her business and she sells all kinds of gadgets and gizmos to help you on your journey to be FREE of clutter in your life and your brain. NO pressure to buy anything so far but I've seen some pretty neat stuff. The information and the concept is free though and I just have enjoyed reading back on the archives and hints. You can get on her daily email list and she emails you daily project/ TO DO LISTS. I LOVE LISTS! She calls them "flying" lessons. It is a step by step DETAILED hint list to totally have your entire house decluttered and organized in a specific amount of time. She gives you only a certain amount of projects a day to perfect your household chores to a fine science. None of them are that out of the ordinary but the way she tells it and the way she explains it just makes alot of sense and I can see how it would so work. I wish I would have had this information when I had a house full of kids! AMAZING. None of the chores are overwhelming or would consume you everyday for hours. Contray she wants you to adapt this routine in small segments or "baby steps" as she calls them. ( Refer to What About Bob) . For instance, the first lesson was the daily bathroom cleaning routine. She calls the different areas of your home the "fly"zones. There are also hints to help your children ease back into school routines with a more structured routine. To say it impressed me was true! I loved it. So go over and check out the web and see what you think. It is I guarantee it will make you think. Chaos is NOT HEALTHY. Internal or external.
Now, lest you think I am a slob, I am not. I love to entertain and I do it often. I love to plan parties and have guests and gatherings at my house. But, I just am not organized behind the doors. I knock myself out to make sure things happen and everything is perfect down to the last flicker of a candle and the stray leaf on the sidewalk. With this system it always seems that a level of constant organization could happen. Making life a lot easier and less stressful for those that just have to give up projects and errands and start again in the morning. The Scarlett disease. I am not a perfectionist by any means. I just have always loved the thought of opening up a cabinet and 5,000,000 plastic lids not falling out on me. Or someone stopping by for a visit and me not wondering if I took my jammies ( or worse ) off the back of the bathroom door. You know the scenario. My daughters joke now about a process that they used to fool me about their chores. I would leave for work and say, " Now, when I get home "this" better be done." So, they would drag out the vacuum and immediately vacuum enough to leave the carpet perked up to look great. Out would come the rags, the furniture polish and paper towels. To sit all day. They would dump half a bottle of PineSol in all the toilets and leave it. I don't know more details about that! Windex was close at hand to spray around when I pulled up in the afternoon. Sometimes on each other. Remember that girls? Who was grounded for the Windex incident? When my car hit the driveway they would turn the TV off and perfect the "I am a slave labor child" look and whine that they worked all day. They learned from a professional! I am a clean swiper and a speed cleaner. I am a saver, a rescuer of objects and a self professed collector. I like to think I am tasteful about it but I could see how it could get out of hand! Check it out. I can't wait you to tell me what you think.

Monday, August 06, 2007


Since I have been home now for more than 5 hours the phone is ringing. Friends who love me ( ? ) are just full of ideas about what I can do with all my spare time now that I am retired. They don't believe me when I say I have yet to see any of that spare time around. I am staying unbelivably busy so far. Here is a sampling of some of the things that I have been offered since June 8th. Some of them this morning as we speak!

1. Be the receptionist/scheduler at a new & happening spa in the area. They offered bartering services or pay whatever I would like.

2. Start up a business with a friend. We would be doing photography, which we both love. We would also have a sideline of clothing and jewelry.

3. Go back to my job at the hospital PRN. Which means I think I work when they need someone. Like a substitute. This one may really be a choice for me LATER LATER LATER.

4. The city library called and offered me a wonderful "VOLUNTEER" job. This one, I am afraid I accepted. It was too perfect for me. Every Wednesday from 10 AM - 11 AM I am the official STORYLADY for the preschoolers that have library time. The group is usually around 20 or so. I am free to do whatever I want. They would like to incorporate some crafts and music into the hour as well as recognizing holidays and special occasions in my curricululm. Does that sound fun or what? I own my own personal children's book library. I am a sucker for a children's book. Plus, I will still have my contact with the kids/parents. It will get me out of the house right smack in the middle of week and I'll already be dressed for church that night. I've taught Sunday school since I was a teenager and I am the queen of "fly by your pants" because storytelling is one of my passions.

5. Answer the phone and schedule reservations at one of the B & B's in our beautiful little town for one day a week. This would give the poor innkeeper a day off. Of course, they said I could set my own day.

6. One of my favorite antique stores asked if I would be interested in working one day a week or so.

One of the things that I have never learned is to say NO. The words just won't come out of mouth easily. Sorry Dr. S. I am training on that, honestly. In fact, a very wise woman shared with me what she says when she needs to say no. I am going to have it tatooed on my head. The words were this:

"I'm sorry but that just won't work for me right now."
Great advice and I plan on using that so don't be offended if you ask me to head up the local auxilliary on World Peace! I am not going to do anything right now except the STORYLADY offer. I want to do that. I still feel like I am on summer vacation and not retired. Yet, I get this smug, little, almost hateful, satisfaction when I see the school supply list out and think about the fact that I typed that list that is displayed everywhere. My last official task after I vowed to stop thinking. All the little pencils/backpacks/tools of education are piled high at Walmart. People are already loading up their baskets like they have hit the lottery. I think when I hear the buses on the rural road by my house I am going to roll up in a ball of hysterical laughter. I am not answering my phones. I'm going to still be in my pj's and have the BIGGEST cup of coffee. I going to be sitting in my porch swing waving frantically in case anyone is looking.

Sunday, August 05, 2007


As I think I mentioned in an earlier blog this is birthday month around our family. Today, my middle daughter is celebrating her 31st birthday. How can that be? How did she get to be my age? She was born to delight this mother from the first day. Words can not even begin to express how I feel about her. She is my daughter, a best friend, a great listener, a compassionate spirit, born to be a MOMMY like me, a treasured granddaughter, a sister's delight, a brother's headache and idol, and in her own words, "Yada yada yada yada". Everyone loves her. She leaves an imprint wherever she goes. God broke the mold with her, believe me. She has had me laughing from day one and she has had my heart that long and 9 months before. Love you Ash.

I have officially decided that I am starting a new tradition with my blog. I am deeming every Sunday to be SERIOUS SUNDAY. Every Wednesday will be WORDLESS WEDNESDAY and on Friday's I'll share FUNNY FRIDAY.

It gives me a little more "aim" in my aimless mind. I can concentrate on making more sense than just rambling. I read some really great blog sites. I have made some "invisible" friends that I feel like I could just sit down and have a cup of coffee and start talking about anything. These people always make sense. They have topics and real thoughts. I read some great spiritual ones that uplift me and help me stumble around a little more toward Heaven. They analyze and question and make me do the same. I love parallels and some of my friends use them alot. Some of the ones I read are just totally hilarious and I sit here and crack up all alone at my little computer. I have already seen alot of blogs with the WORDLESS WEDNESDAY concept. You post a picture, any picture and say nothing. It's neat because you can just think whatever you want in the middle of the week. Draw your own opinion or thought about the picture. I love photography so it's a way to share some of my pictures with you sometime. I just think it's a neat "middle of the road" for me to express both sides of me. The spiritual and the funny. I have discovered this all since I retired. Aren't I getting clever?

Oh, and I messed around with all my Blogger tools last night and made a mess. There are crazy lines everywhere from my end. I checked some stuff and don't know why or what. I don't know how to fix what I did. I don't even know what I did. I haven't gotton a comment one in since I did it and I don't know if everyone is on vacation or if I checked something that kept you from that. I usually learn by just getting in and doing stuff but this time it didn't work. HELP. Are there any 4 year olds out there that can help? It usually takes a child to teach me the computer, the cell phone, the remote, and anything else mechanical. I have had my car since 2004 and just found out a few weeks ago, from my ROOSTER, some of the gadgets and gizmos I had on it. I never knew. I never would have known. I was born in the wrong time. Give me the simple life. I already have the simple mind.

Saturday, August 04, 2007

We Are Closed

Cleaning and scrubbing can wait 'til tomorrow

For babies grow up we've learned to our sorrow.

So quiet down cobwebs and dust go to sleep,

I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.

Author Unknown
*****Also, happy birthday to TWS. Thanks for being you and all you are to us! We love you. Let the August birthdays begin. I have 7 family birthdays this month. And TWS starts the parade. Tomorrow is my beautiful Ash.

Friday, August 03, 2007

Don't Even Say It

I know. I have spoiled him rotten. He goes home tomorrow and we are both a little melancholy about it tonight. We haven't talked alot about it. The funny thing is that I know he is ready to go home and back to his normal life, his own little family ( even his sister I suspect). He has missed his mommy and all her sweet love and his daddy's undivided companionship too. He has missed talking "sports" stats with his dad and let me tell you that I have had an education in ESPN this week. I know alot more about MLB, NFL, homerun stats, upcoming teams and players to watch for. Yet on the other hand, he wants to stay at this abnormal life at Camp Neena. The same with me. Although I will miss him terribly, let me say that God did not mean for "old" people to have children. Now, lest daughter # 1 think I am tired, I AM NOT TIRED nor am I WORN OUT OR FEELING BAD, because I am not. I am totally rejuvenated and pepped. It's just that I am not used to this 24/7 stuff. I have been on "my own" for 7 years now. This nest is usually quiet. When I lose stuff it stays lost. There is no one here to find it. I am pretty amazed that I am, alone, capable of messing up every room in this house as thourough as I do but MERCY, I have not done one thing domestic in over a week now. Can you say, "ROOM SERVICE NOT AVAILABLE AT CAMP NEENA". All I have wanted to do in Session II is like when Princess M was here for Session I, absolutely do nothing but watch in awe of their energy, innocence and ponder how I could love these children so so so much! I hope that Camp Neena is a tradition that we will keep forever as long as God allows me! In a few years there will be 4 sessions of camp to look forward to with the addition of 2 new precious campers, Princess Possum and Tiny Princess.

I am not computer literate by any means. I grew up writing in a diary with a locked key. A diary that I suspect got picked a few times by some little sisters. HOWEVER, blogging has been like a diary to me. Only one without a key. Obviously, I pick and choose topics that are dear to me especially since my mom reads this as well as my children, sisters, nieces and best friends. And, dear God, who knows who else that I don't know. Have I mentioned before that my High School English teacher reads this? That is OK though because she is a precious friend and SIC ( Sister in Christ ). Let me mention the words BLOG LINKS. I do not know how to set that up or I would have alot more links for people to "visit". I frequently visit my daughter's friends blogs and smile as they experience all the wonders of raising children and smile because I do remember. I remember how I had a close bond of friends that we raised our children together in a world that wasn't so Godly in the 70's, 80's and 90's either. Sometimes it takes team work and a "village" of Christians, and I took advantage of all the support I could get so that I wouldn't make any mistakes raising kids. You often don't second chances on raising Heavenly children.

All that to say this. I got nominated by two of my sweet "other daughters", Lacie at Forever Flamingo for a ROCKING GIRL blogger award and Holly, at Marathon Bird for a THINKING award. I have known for quite some time that I rocked but I didn't realize I thought when I wrote. They both said a few too many nice things about me and I don't handle compliments very well. Technically speaking or thinking, I don't know how to post their links nor do I know how to post my awards on my blog. So, just trust me. But, I send out a great big GEE WHILLAKERS, WHAT IN THE NAME OF MIKE, HOLY GUACAMOLE to Lacie and Holly for thinking that my diary was worth reading. I don't even care that they picked the lock.

Thursday, August 02, 2007

I Give Up Tootsies...Both of You

I am really not one to complain about pain. I have a very high tolerance to pain that goes all the way back to my first experiences with pain. Childbirth. But, I am telling you that for the last several years I have experienced FOOT pain. I mean pain. I just lived with it for a couple of years and used it as a good excuse to not walk miles every night with my energetic friends. I finally went to the podiatrist last year. I loathe having to go to the dr. and if you know me you know I like to wait until the last minute to go seek medical advice. However, I really needed my feet to work. Painlessly. To carry my body to all the things I like to do without hobbling and grimacing. Plus, against my mother's advice I just couldn't give up all my cute heels ( or Barbie shoes ) and other inappropriate footwear for a person with foot pain. I learned to smile and prance. SO, I did have a condition called plantar facsiatis which probably means exruciating foot pain. There were 3 options for treatment.

1. Oral medication ( another Rx to take ) that contained steroids that would cause some (?) weight gain. I OPTED NO DEAL.
2. Surgery if it worsened and caused a spur. I would hate to wait for worsening!
3. Painful steroid injections in my feet at the sight of the painful areas. He did honestly mention the word painful. I thought, "C'mon. I have had 3 children, 2 heart attacks, 1 million sprained ankles (OUCH) because I am clumsy like that, 4 million cases of strep throat, a tonsillectomy, and other female type surgeries." This was an overweight man on a rolling dr. chair who had not walked a day in his life. What did he know about pain? "BRING IT ON" , I said. "I can take pain." Let me clarify that he knew what he was talking about. I lost count of the number of slowly administered injections I got on the soles of my little feet. Especially after I withered back against the paper table trying to act brave and ask for a bullet to bite on. Or a glass of something stronger than water. Or someone's hair to pull. But, it worked. Several days later I was pain free. Six months of no pain until a couple of months ago. DENIAL is my middle name. But, I think I may be about ready to call for another appointment.

The hot sand at the beach last week didn't work.

A lovely and HOT foot soak didn't work.

Rest didn't help. Did I say rest?

I think all my dreams of being a ballet dancer or just being coordinated are over. You may not have ever realized that I wanted to take ballet when I was younger. I think I just wanted to learn to walk without falling over curbs or invisible things. The being graceful part of ballet. It doesn't help my self image that my daughters are all dancers/ex cheerleaders/ marathon runners ! I always wanted to be like them when I grew up.

But, if I don't get my poor feet in shape I am going to look like this. As with all my other problems, I am going to go down swinging. Or scooting.

Wednesday, August 01, 2007


The Footprints That Never Dried