And at others, you simply just need to sit down and giggle…..
And sometimes, you just let moments happen…..
But then there are other times you say, What the heck…..
And then you remember….Life is precious…..
Didja ever, wonder about the stars?
didja ever wonder about life?
didja ever wonder, where you are today is where you would be?
didja ever wonder, how confused life can get?
didja ever wonder, how can things be so out of whack, that you can’t seem to find yourself back in the whack?
didja ever wonder why?
didja ever wonder why not?
didja ever just lay in the grass and stare up at the stars and just breath?
didja ever just catch a fire fly with a mason jar?
didja ever wish you could go back in time, to your childhood with the knowledge you have today?
didja ever just wonder at the marvels of life?
didja ever think someone else was in charge?
didja ever, just think?
didja ever give Thanks for your Blessings?
didja ever wonder what your Blessings were?
didja ever, just think, yea, I got this, and you don’t?
didja ever just wish that things could be different?
didja ever just Thank your family for having you?
didja ever just wish things could be oh so different?
didja ever just stop to smell the roses?
didja ever just wonder about all your friends and family that have passed before you?
Didja ever wonder Do I really have an angel following me?
didja ever just take a moment to smell the flowers?
didja ever just forget about all the chores you had to do, and simply enjoy the moment?
didja ever just stop and think, I am a speck on the universe and what I do does not really matter?
didja ever think that a smile from you could brighten up a strangers day?
didja ever think, some are called to do something, and others are not?
didja ever think that the one’s that appear strong, really are not?
didja ever think, that sometimes, the one’s that are the quietest, really have the most to say?
didja ever think, that, sometimes, I think too much and it can really harm you?
I have some issues lately. I think too much, some say I have too much time on my hands, but ya know what? I really don’t. I try so hard to fill up every moment of my day, just so I don’t have to think.
But at the same token, I do have some randomness in my day, and then my mind starts working, and I don’t know how to shut it off.
I’m okay, really I am, I think fear is my biggest enemy right now. If you have followed me, then you know what I am talking about. Things are not getting better, they are getting worse. Not everyone see’s it, but I do. I guess, because I feel Blessed to be in Momma‘s inner circle. Although today sucked some green Twinkies…. She thought her Mom was still here, and it was like she relived every part of it, except her Mom’s been gone for some 14-18 years now. Having to tell her that about crushed me. BUT….
didja ever wonder how a disease lives?
didja ever wonder, how the person with it feels?
I am getting a glimpse into it, I don’t like it but I will deal….
I’m not to sure what lesson’s I am learning, but I’m here, and ready. Sometimes, I just wish the rest of the family was with me. It’s ok, because, I understand what I am doing, takes time away from my family, I just hope and pray they know what it means to me.
Well ..the last piece of candy has been given out and the last trick or treat’er has left to go home.
Before the spookiness started though, I had a semi-rough day, and was rewarded, by my Electrician cooking me dinner. Now, I don’t know about y’all, but to me a man in the kitchen is kinda sexy. Not to mention I got to take a nice relaxing shower and not have to worry about anything.
I arrived at the dinner table, squeaky clean, and refreshed. I was served chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes and gravy and sweet corn. Now to be honest, I have tried to make white gravy, and chicken fried steak, and I seriously suck at it. Since this is one of the main dinners he makes that is “slap yo Momma good”. I just let him make it, and I do the dishes.
With dinner over, and dishes done, we got ready for all the little trick or treats to arrive at our door. We had a few, and then a little Cowboy arrived with his posse. He even had a gun and horse. We have determined that this little stinker is just to cute for words, so, here’s some pictures to explain….
Little Man came into our house, giggling the whole way. He sat down so Papa could take his picture. He had to show me, he could ride his horse…
He kind of just bounced on it but we all laughed and he laughed too. Little Cowboy wanted some of his candy, so I opened up his smarties, and he went for it.
This is Cam-man with his Momma and other Grandma. they were his “posse”. But when his Momma grabbed him, he just giggled!
Here he wanted to share his candy, and then rode his horse, who made noises like a horse and had us all giggling!!!!
He was so totally different this year trick or treating from last year…. last year, he had no concept. This year he actually knocked on the doors, said Trick or Treat, and then when he got treats, he said “Thank You” plain as day. What a kid….
He truly loved the horse though, it made noises like a horse and he bounced on that thing. We all said it should be a kangaroo, simply for the fact how he bounced on it.
I stuffed his pockets in his shirt with candy and told him that was his “secret stash”. I had to laugh when he left though. He was walking out the front door, screaming “BYE, BYE” “YOU TOO”. Papa chased him out the door and he got rattled and dropped his horse and ran screaming in the night. His Mama found him and loaded him up into the car, and I stood at the door, waving and said “Bye Cam-man, LOVE YOU” he got into the car and screamed out “BYE, YOU TOO”. That’s lil dude’s way of saying Love you too. Hope y’all had a good one and Happy Halloween.
While I have written about this before, I am writing about this again. I am part of a family. A bigger family than even I could have imagined. I was cut off from this family for a number of years. But funnily enough, this family doesn’t care how long you’ve been out of touch, they just simply care about you.
Don’t get me wrong, we are a varied bunch. We argue amongst ourselves, we get down right nasty at times, we don’t believe in the same things, but for some unknown reason, we all bonded. From the time we were all together, to those that pass on this road before us and after us.
I had the pleasure of riding along this road for 3 years. Some of these people, I know oh so well, and they know me. Some of these people are silent about reading my blog, other’s are more vocal, but wish to remain quiet.
The funny thing is though, our numbers are dwindling. You see, we were young, and thought the world was our playground, it is and was, for some of us. Many of us are going home to be with our Maker, and the rest of us are sitting here thinking that question. How long do we actually have left.
I have seen so many of my fellow LCHR“S pass, some to early. Some that make me question everything. But ya know what? I guess, it is part of getting older. It just makes me want to reach out to each and every one of them, and tell them, HEY, you impacted my life one way or another, and I truly love you guys. Maybe it was being in a foreign country, and living in the dorms with other people like me. We were teenagers, and believe me I’ve thought about this a lot. Not too many could have done what we did. There was no parental influence, it was up to us, to guide each other, and go back on what we were tought, as young children.
The stories of “climbing the hill”, to just thinking about what we were given. We truly had a UNIQUE upbringing. Something that today, I’m not quite sure they could handle. We truly were, “BRATS” There were no racial, nor he’s/she’s better than me. We were all one.
It wasn’t just the fact of the “dormies”, there were day student’s too. They went home every night to their parents, and lived the life, but us dormie‘s….well, uhm.. we were special. We all had each other, and while the kids of today could not have handled what we did, we did it.
I come from a very unique group. We were all brother’s and sister’s, and we all looked out after each other, and if truth be told today, we still kind of do it.
Here it is, for me, 34, 35 years later, and I still have private messages from some of those peeps. If anyone ever asked me, if I could go back in time, where would I go? I would tell them straight up, back to LCHS and be a dormie. To the AYA and the Bowling Alley, and all the fun times I had, but now? If I go, I would have to take all of my kids and My Electrician too.
Somewhere along the line, I learned, truly learned, that while those where some of the Best times in my life (along with some of the funnest times of my life), I had to grow up sometime. But the funny thing to me?
All of those things from my “growing up” years are still here. Sure, we have grown up into “fine upstanding adults”, and have done our part to progress, But what I would not do to be standing on the stage with all of my friends singing at the top of our lungs “OKLAHOMA where the sun shines”, just one more time. Although for me….I was never on stage, I was more of a backstage girl.
I think the thing for me today, dealing with all I am dealing with, I know, in my heart AND in my head, I am never alone. They have all shown me that in one way or another.
While it is so easy to go back in my memory and remember, it is even better today, some many odd years later, to see them still here with me. That is Family……….
Love all my LCHS peeps, more than you know…… from an only daughter of a Parkinson’s Momma, to ALL of her LCHS brothers and sisters…..
Whew, I made it. Have you ever gone on a road trip and had almost everything go wrong?
Let me back up and state my last post was made in a haze of packing up the car, making sure our “wedding clothes” were hung up, the map in the front seat, car gassed up and ready to go. Cold medicine in hand and down throat.
While I was not driving, I was the appointed navigator. Might I just slide in a little suggestion here? Do NOT let person’s who indulge in cold medicine be the designated navigator. It CAN and will lead to some issues.
Now, mind you we have only traveled this journey once before, and that was in April. It is normally, give or take 30 minutes, a 4 hour trip. Without going into detail, (other than to state in my defense, I was totally turned around in my directions) 7 1/2 hours, 1 full tank of gas and working on the next one, being told, if I didn’t find the way soon, I was going to be exiting the vehicle and I could walk the rest of the way, later, we finally arrived at the hotel. We checked in and literally threw our stuff in the room, got more directions from the desk clerk, because we were already uhm about 1/2 an hour late for the Rehearsal dinner.
Mind you the navigator has had ANOTHER round of cold medicine, and this time, got the day time and the night-time one’s mixed up. Yep, I took the “yea, it’s gonna knock you out SOON ones”.
So, needless to say, we got lost AGAIN. What is normally a 17 minute trip to the place where the Wedding was going to happen, it was more like 45 minutes for us, and there was a bunch of cussing going on. Oh and yes, I am still married.
After finally arriving, and having all of the kids laugh unrestrained at the fact the “old one’s” got lost, and they left AFTER we did and arrived before we did. We wrapped things up, and yes went back to the hotel. This time following other’s who knew the way. By now, my head was starting to droop.
Somehow, even though I had been in a car all day and had medicated myself, I felt worse. I could not stop coughing, and had a fever, and knew there was no way I was going to be able to keep my plans for the next morning.
You see, I had a little window of opportunity, to drive about 20 miles (although by now, being seriously directionally challenged, I questioned my ability) to meet a fellow blogger, whom I have gotten quite close to. It broke my heart to make that phone call, and tell her I couldn’t do it. But I do know, with us being in similar circumstances, that if I breathed my germs onto her, and she went back and gave her sibling the germs it could kill them. For me, while I so wished to meet her in person, the risk was to great. So I plan to hook up with her, when I am well, and not a directional idiot.
While I am complaining about me being sick, the College student was in the same boat as I, and we coughed in “harmony”. Somehow, everyone managed to end up in our hotel room that night, and more family giggles were made. The Grandbabies were happy, and the parents escaped and left them with us for a bit. And Auntie Boo, got a quick lesson, on why she states, she is never having children.
In part two I will tell you how the rest of the trip went, it did get better. And NO we did not get lost.
The other night, I was goofing around and reading some blogs that I follow. I came across one that mentioned, The 5 languages of love, http://www.5lovelanguages.com/assessments/love/.
Just for fun, I logged on and took the quiz. But after answering the 30 questions, I thought that the Electrician should take the test as well. Let me just say, he was nothing but enthusiastic (can you note the sarcasm here?) But he was good-natured enough to take the quiz for me. (He really does love me). I know this and I’ll explain after a minute.
Some of the questions, made me stop and think. The same with him. The whole concept of the 5 languages of love are :
1. Words of Affirmation.
2. Quality time.
3. Receiving gifts.
4. Acts of Service
5. Physical touch.
Some of the questions, were a little, well…silly, but some of them made me stop and think. Not all of the questions applied to us, but you are supposed to pick the best answer out of the question.
After we had both finished the quiz, and our scores were tallied. I do have to say quite honestly, I’ve met my “soul mate” and also we share the same “Language of love”.
This IS something I already knew, but it was kind of fun taking the quiz. We scored pretty much the same scores in the same category of things, with a couple of deviations, by only 1 point or two.
So, if your bored one evening, take the quiz. We sure had a bunch of giggles when we did it.
Being as this is the day after my blog’s birthday, I wanted to revisit one of my first posts, and give it an “overhaul” so to speak, I originally posted this on September 25, 2011. Life was good then (not to say that it isn’t now, but A LOT of stuff has changed since then.) ( I’ve made some changes to it, and added to it.)
Fall….when I think of Fall, winter automatically comes to mind. I DISLIKE Winter…oh, sorry, this is supposed to be about Fall.
Well, I like the Fall season for a lot of different reasons. The change of colors everything goes to yellow to orange and then to brown and leaves fall off the trees and as the Youngest daughter (AKA College kid) said when she was little “the trees get snaked”. (note to the Electrician…get the snow blower out so we can blow all those leaves into the neighbor’s yard so THEY can rake em up). On the plus side my brown yard (which did NOT get hardly any rain this year) fits right in with color scheme now). How true, we were in one of the worst droughts this year since about 15 years.
Football season, tailgating, bonfires, weenie roasts, crock pot dinners, snuggling on the couch with the Electrician watching all the t.v. series premieres, wearing jeans and hoodies (and not having to shave my legs). Having a fire in the fire pit, on the porch and snuggling. Well.. you get the picture.
On the other hand…I live in a farming community and this is also the season of harvest and while for the farmers that is a good thing, but for my sinus’ it really sucks. I think I need to buy stock in Kleenex, after all I go through them and I could get rich and maybe have a free supply. (note to self..check into this)
Also this is the time that all those critters that live in the fields now have nowhere to hide and they try to make their way into all of our homes. So…note to Ms. Baby she better be on her toes looking for them! Ms. Baby is a really good cricket catcher, along with mouser, and a fly-catcher. She finds them and then stares them down, meowing the whole time, and waits for either the Electrician (yea, usually him) or me, to come kill whatever.
That led me to another thought, last year I harvested a BUNCH of black walnuts from the Farmer’s house, I brought them home only to have the Electrician tell me I could not let them “dry” in the garage (that was due to the fact that anyone who deals with black walnuts know…they stain BAD!) So I threw them all in my now defunked garden and waited…they have green husks on them that rot and then WHAMMO you have black walnuts (LOVE THEM). Well… so do squirrels, and I swear they must have called each other because every squirrel from a 50 mile radius came and STOLE all my black walnuts. They had a VERY prosperous year last year. So this year, I am going to harvest and let them “dry” in my Dad’s barn and we will see what happens!
This year, we have a wedding in October, the oldest son is getting married, so we will travel and have fun with that, however for me? That means I have to go shopping for a dress. Do you know when the last time I wore a dress was? yea, me neither.
I do enjoy the colors of fall, the crisper weather, and the bonfires. But, what I do not like is that Winter comes after fall, and I really don’t like that.
This was a few years ago, and I really did not like the fact that the bottom windows of my house were covered by snow. I stepped out in it, and I did help shovel (some). I’m a wimp when it comes to cold, I really do not like it at all. It’s pretty when it falls, and I like it for the first day, but after that, get rid of it, because I just don’t like it at all. But I am getting ahead of myself. This is about fall.
What are things that you like about fall? Drop me a line and let me know!
Today, while travelling this road, I let my mind wander. I’ve had a lot of things on my mind lately. Some pleasant, some not so pleasant. I’ve prayed, I’ve dreamed, and I’ve been frustrated, I’ve laughed and I’ve cried.
I have finally figured out something for myself. Instead of worrying about what the future is going to bring me, I need to just start taking things one at a time. Quit getting ahead of myself.
I used to not worry about anything and just plow along, but somewhere and somehow, I started letting things get to me and it was eating me up inside. I felt a lot of grief. I asked “Why” a lot. But then I realized something.
I. Am. Not. Alone.
There are a million people in this world dealing with a lot worse than me, and I’m being a “crybaby”. While I sometimes feel like my world is upside down, it is still my world, and I can deal with it. Plenty of people have dealt with it before me, and plenty of people will deal with it after me.
Me? I’m ok, I don’t usually quote anyone in my blog, but I have one quote that is posted on my fridge, I haven’t paid attention to it lately, but maybe, just maybe I need to.
The author is unknown, and this is how it goes:
When I woke this morning, I asked myself, “What is life about?” I found the answer in my room…the fan said “Be cool.” The roof said, “Aim high.” The window said, “See the world!” The clock said, “Every minute is precious.” The mirror said, “Reflect before you act.” The calendar said, “Be up to date.” The door said, “Push hard for your goals.” The floor said, “Kneel down and pray”….
Being that today is Sunday, and the ONLY day off for the Electrician, we made a pact. Today, we were going to sleep in, get our “chores” done early and relax the rest of the day.
We slept in, and kind of goofed off while drinking coffee and trying to wake up this morning. For once, Ms. Baby did not come in and try to wake us up at the crack of dawn. (Nah, she was sleeping in at the foot of the bed).
When we finally decided to get our butts in gear, the Electrician ran the lawn mower around the yard (uhm, only to knock the weeds down, as my yard is dead, due to lack of rain). After making the bed and starting a load of laundry, I was up in the kitchen trying to figure out what I was going to cook today.
The Electrician came in and decided he needed to go to the store to get a bandage for his arm (where it got burned this past week). I asked him to pick me up some bleach, and also a can of beer. (I’ll explain in a minute).
I then proceeded to clean out a chicken, make a dry rub and wait for my can of beer. I decided it was going to be Beer Butt chicken on the grill for dinner, with a baked potato, and some Brussel sprouts in a foil package on the grill.
The Electrician called me from the store and said, “They don’t sell just a can of beer, why don’t you call our neighbors and barter a can of beer for a loaf of that pumpkin nut bread you just made”. Hmm… I hadn’t thought of that.
So I called Farmer #2 (next door neighbor), and asked him, “Do you have any beer in your house?” he replied “Yea, why?”, “Can I please have a can of beer, and I’ll give you a loaf of Pumpkin nut bread in exchange, is that ok?” his reply was swift “Meet you at the back door”. So, I got my can +2 of beer, and they got a loaf of pumpkin nut bread.
So, I proceeded to spice the chicken up, with a rub, and then I shoved 1/2 a Vidalia onion and 1/2 of a lemon , 1/2 a head of garlic, 2 sprigs of rosemary (off my wonderful rosemary plant) up its butt, then I put the other half of the garlic head in the beer, the other half of the lemon, and some onion slices and some more sprigs of fresh rosemary into the beer can. Then The chicken and the beer can got married. (HAHAHA, nah, really, I shoved the beer can up the chicken’s butt). It went onto the grill, for about 2 hours, hey it was a 5 pound chicken. I also threw the baked potato, and Brussel sprouts onto the grill about an hour after the chicken.
The Electrician, has not realized how tired he was, but he went in and took a nap, while I played “Grill-Master”.
Dinner was really good folks, I recommend trying Beer can chicken, I’ve done it for years, but this time, the lemon and rosemary, and Vidalia onion made a real difference.
After we ate dinner, we both had showers and into the p.j.’s. Today, has been our day to relax, recoup, and regenerate. The Electrician and I both have difficult “jobs”, at the moment his is more demanding than mine, and I am behind him 100%. Right down to giving him those back massages.
We got a phone call from Farmer #2, and he stated that after trying the pumpkin bread, they went out and bought another case of beer, and are ready to barter anytime.
My Sunday has been very relaxing and fun with the Electrician. Hope y’all’s Sunday has been peaceful and full of fun too…. Right now, I have to go because one of my favorite movies is on, call me a nerd or whatever, but the Narnia Chronicles are my favorite, and this one is Chronicles of Narnia and Prince Caspian. Night!
Hugs from Camsgranny to you!
Ok kids, I really do not know what is going on with Ms. Baby’s fascination with our garden lately. She is a house cat that is also a scary cat. When she goes outside, it is usually for about 15 minutes and she lies on the back deck. If anyone comes up to the deck, she runs inside and hides underneath the bed.
Lately, she has taken to hanging out in the garden. I don’t now if she is providing quality control for the growing plants, or smelling them or what.
We have found her in our garden more lately than ever
. I like to think she is doing quality control on the tomato plants. Because she is sure loving on them.
Forgive me because, I went a little crazy with the camera…. She knows I am behind her with the camera and this is her…yea, human, I know you are taking another picture of me, but I’m really happy here so don’t make me come inside please.
My cat is getting older, and she has her ways…hard headed, she gets from her Poppa, she gets her loving from me. Yea right…this is a cat with some serious tude, and she likes to show it…. Look at her peeking out at me from between the tomato plants. “Yea, I see you”…..
Uhm, Momma you really need to get in here and do some weeding…. just sayin….