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From My Momma’s heart…..

I have been doing some cleaning around the Farmer’s lately, and I wanted to clean off the bulletin board, right next to the phone.  It has all of the important stuff on it.  A calendar, so Caregiver Beth and I can keep track of our days.  It has Momma‘s med schedule on it, so we don’t miss a dose.  It has Momma’s script for her monthly meds on and let’s us know when to call in for refills.  It has phone numbers on it.  I will admit, when I left this past February on my cruise, I wrote down EVERYONE’s phone number and Caregiver Beth added her’s to the bunch.  I went through the business cards on it, and scaled them down.  After all, I do not think we need the phone numbers to Momma’s Cancer Doctor anymore, since she has been Cancer free now for over 10 years.

I did some housekeeping on the bulletin board, some of the things on there had been there since 1995.  My wedding announcement was still hanging up there.  In my housekeeping chores, I came across something that made me wonder.  It is a newspaper clipping ( I have a couple of those in my wallet, so this nut doesn’t fall far from the tree).  I saw it, read it, and then kept it.

I gave the bulletin board a new cleaner look, that we all can follow.  But this newspaper clipping has just hit me, and hit me hard.  The reason?  Simply, this is Momma and some of her philosophy.

I don’t know if I have ever mentioned, but my Momma is 1/2 Irish.  Trust me, it shows, and while the Farmer and I know this, other’s do not.  She can show her Irish when you least expect it.  That’s why I found this newspaper cutting so fitting and it has given me some understanding and also a little insight into her.

This is how it goes:

Take time to work,

It is the price of success.

Take time to think,

It is the source of power.

Take time to play,

It is the secret of perpetual youth.

Take time to read,

It is the foundation of wisdom.

Take time to be friendly,

It is the road to happiness.

Take time to love and be loved,

It is the privilege of the Gods.

Take time to share,

Life is too short to be selfish.

Take time to laugh,

Laughter is music of the soul.

It makes sense to me why Momma needs to giggle.  it makes sense to me all of those other things to.  This is MY Momma.  I feel a better understanding of her.  Some of you may not know, this is my step-Momma.  To me, she is My Momma.  Her and I have so much in common including our names.   We had similar things happen to us at certain times of our lives.  She made me happy when she married the Farmer.  She gave me her best, she thought she would never be a Momma, and trust me folks when I tell you, she has been the BEST.

When I look back at things her and I have shared, and the fact, she believed in me when I did not believe in myself.  That’s a Momma.  Momma has been with me through the worst of times and the best.  Guess what?  I will be too.  But I now understand the need for giggles.    They are music to the soul, guess what?  We will find them and giggle them, because…that’s what daughters do.

Name that Tune….Nightly….

Every night at about 7 pm, the Electrician and I log onto Facebook, to play “Name that tune” with one of his classmates.  We play every night and have made quite the game of it. 

There are several follower’s and we all try super hard to be the winner for month.  So far, the Electrician has won it the first month, and we got a spanking gift card to “Starbucks”.  Now, while there was not a Starbucks near us, we happily used the card yesterday when we went to Terre Haute, Indiana. 

The reason, I mention this, is simply for the fact how one post can turn into 75-100 comments later.  Mind you, I do not know most of the people who play, I’ve never met any of them.  But I can say that over time, I have come to cherish these people.    We laugh, giggle and actually “spew” out drinks over some of the comments.

This is something that has become the “highlight” of my evenings.  Usually after we play I write my post and then the Electrician and I relax for a few and then go to bed. 

We had a discussion the other night, because most of the music is from the 70’s and 80’s, psst, let me just tell you on an average, I get maybe 3 a month right, while the Electrician usually knows just about all of them.  But, we had a conversation about the 90’s music.  It was quite a long conversation and without going into it, let’s just say the 90’s for all of us…was…well…memorable for a lot of things and music was not one of them.

This month Helen was the winner, it was a tight race, and let’s just say next month will be interesting.  I’ve been studying and I plan to give them a run for their money…:) 

The fact that the Electrician has friends like this, that have accepted me with open arms, makes me smile.  Music is a form of communication, and I really enjoy these evening episodes, they  really fill me  with warm fuzzy feelings.

So, to Bet, Helen, The Electrician, Donna, and countless others, Thank you!  I enjoy our group hugs every night, and plus just the plain old fun of playing!  Oh Yea Name this tune….

“When you’re down and troubled and you need a helping hand
and nothing, whoa, nothing is going right.”

For those of you that wish to answer, please feel free to do so, I’ll give ya the answer tomorrow….:0)

Enjoy ya’ll,  “yesterday was the past, today was the present, tomorrow is a gift.”

Ok, I have to add an addendum to this post, I will confess, the Electrician is my proof-reader every night and tells me thumbs up or thumbs down.  He tells me what he thinks and that’s important to me.  Tonite, I had him proof-read, and DAMN, he named that song, and I thought for sure I would have stumped him, so back to the drawing board I go.

Night ya’ll…:)