Wednesday, September 03, 2008
An odd Confession from Swoozy
I sometimes struggle to wash the coffee pot. Don't say I didn't warn you it would be odd. Just about every time I make a pot of coffee for myself in the morning I have about or at least a cup of coffee left in the pot when I'm all done. Every time I go back into the kitchen I see it there first hot, then luke warm and then totally cold. "Time to wash me out" it says to me. "Not yet" Says I. Next time I walk in it says, "Well, how about now? What's so important that you can't wash me now?" I look around the kitchen searching for something, anything to do but wash that pot. Suddenly a scream from the other room. "Sorry pot, you're gonna have to wait a bit." I dash out of the kitchen and before I know it I'm back to fill a kids cup with milk. There it is again, this time it doesn't say anything. It doesn't need to, I can see it glaring at me. I tease it by unloading the dishwasher and putting every available dish in before finally grabbing the pot, taking it apart and putting it on the rack. "There pot, are you happy now?" I say. "Yes, til tomorrow then?" it says."Yes." I say, "Till tomorrow."
Mr. Washer
Hush little washer don't say a word, Mama's gonna buy you the best detergent. If that detergent doesn't clean Mama's gonna buy you a sewing machine. What? Sewing machine? Well can't say I didn't try.Tonight I spent some quality time with my washer. I've had my washing machine, or maybe I should say, we've had each other for seven years. Seven years of throwing clothes in and slamming the lid, sometimes only to forget that I've had a load in there for one, two, maybe even three days. Seven years of overloading and under appreciation. He finally had it and threw in (or should I say out) the towel. A broken belt was the minor infirmity with a not so minor bill, but it could have been much worse.I ran downstairs later in the evening to throw in what felt like my first ever load of laundry. Only this time I didn't throw it in but rather gently placed it in. I didn't slam the lid this time either but rather gently lowered it. As I stood back admiring my washer with a new appreciation I noticed the dust and dirt smears. Well that wouldn't do. I pulled out a handy dandy Clorox wipe and went to town on all washer parts within my eyesight, then I went above and under the call of duty by wiping under the lid as well.I gave him a pat and promised to never stuff another oversized quilt into his frame and to try my best to remove all wet clothing within a timely fashion, After all I owe him for his seven years of faithful service. Thank you Mr. Washer!I leave you with this question, "What have you done for your washer lately?"
dun dun dunnnnn
Around every corner, under every dirty piece of laundry, on every eating utensil, and in every air particle you breath, it could be there; Lurking and smirking ready to infiltrate your body to weaken your defenses and ultimately make you puke. It is the dreaded indiscriminate FLU BUG.
It’s here in my house and I am armed with Lysol spray, handy wipes, anti bacterial soaps, plastic gloves, gas masks and my wits. I am ready to show this flu bug who is boss!
But alas! What is this ache in my body? What is this queasy feeling in my stomach? Could it be? It’s all coming back to me now. The flu bug wooed me with chubby cheeks, big brown eyes and a slobbery kiss on the lips. It knew my one true weakness and used an innocent baby against me. Oh! The sorrow, the suffering, the mucus covered esophagus and gut wrenching pains!!!! I have been defeated and the flu bug has won again.
It’s here in my house and I am armed with Lysol spray, handy wipes, anti bacterial soaps, plastic gloves, gas masks and my wits. I am ready to show this flu bug who is boss!
But alas! What is this ache in my body? What is this queasy feeling in my stomach? Could it be? It’s all coming back to me now. The flu bug wooed me with chubby cheeks, big brown eyes and a slobbery kiss on the lips. It knew my one true weakness and used an innocent baby against me. Oh! The sorrow, the suffering, the mucus covered esophagus and gut wrenching pains!!!! I have been defeated and the flu bug has won again.
Now it's clean, now it's not
For years I have somehow managed to keep my house clean most of the time but now that my fourth has reached the age of climbing and wanting (wants me, wants food, wants drink, wants outside, wants, wants, wants) which comes with lots of screaming when his climbing is interrupted or his wants not met, I have come to see that my house is never all clean all the time. But what is worse is a smelly house. Lately I've been loosing my battle with the stink and here is an example of why.
Just the other day I was cleaning the first floor of my house when I sent Josh upstairs to use the bathroom (which only smells good for the first 2min after I clean it) It wasn't long after that I heard some strange noises. I dropped what I was doing and ran up the stairs to see Josh holding the toilet lid up with one hand and about to reach in the toilet with the other. He gave me that, "uh oh" look as I peered into the watery bowl. There happily floating in the water was a dirty diaper and a band aid and sunk underneath that and peeking out of the hole at the bottom was something blue and plastic. For two days prior to this Josh had been flushing race cars which Nate dove in after and retrieved using a plastic grocery bag as protection from the poop infested waters. Apparently it's no fun to put cars in a clean bowl...maybe Josh wanted his cars to race his poop???
So, because of that I thought it was a race car. I followed Nates example and put a grocery bag around my hand and picked out the diaper and band-aid, then came the more tricky part. I tried to pinch the blue thing with my fingers but it floated further into the hole, "Dang it!" then I saw it...some thin dirty floaters coming out of the hole..."Retreat, retreat!!!" I yanked my hand out of the toilet and the bag, noticing my hand had gotten wet...Naaaaaaasty. I searched the hall closet for my cleaning gloves (wish I had thought of that in the first place) but I couldn't find them so instead used a thin glove found underneath some cleaning products under the kitchen sink. It was thin and gross looking but it would have to do. I stretched it on and went back to the toilet. I had to plunge the toy back down along with the floaties :( I saw the blue so I pulled the glove as far as it would go on my arm and carefully pinched the toy with my fingers. This time it came out right away. My prize was a plastic transformer toy from a Happy meal. Into the trash it went along with the glove. I flushed the toilet and heard a rattling in the pipes and then a gurgle from the bowl. I had missed a toy in there and now there was no more water. :( Can't say I didn't try. Thank heavens for the basement bathroom. I gave up on the toilet and decided to leave it for Nate to fix.
Now fast-forward to when Nate gets home. I told him about the toilet upstairs and then called Josh (who was in the basement) up stairs to come see Daddy. Josh came up and we all did what we do when Daddy comes home. Kids hang on Nate while I retreat to the kitchen to cook or at least pretend to cook just to get some time away from kids hanging on me or asking for something. Several minutes later I send Uriah downstairs to make sure everything is closed up and locked. Uriah let out a scream and that’s when he found out Josh had brought in the hose which caused a minor flood. Nate cleaned up the flood and the next day the basement toilet was broken (don’t ask me why cuz I stopped caring) Now Nate’s priority was to fix the upstairs bathroom. He plunged some more sending the unknown toy further down the pipes and hopefully into the cesspit under the ground where it won’t be able to do any more harm.
It’s always something here, and I’m fine with that…really I am…it’s just the way it is…but sometimes I do get frustrated and then I think about all the fun we have when I’m not cleaning pee off the bathroom floor or fishing toys out of the toilet and think of the fun we’ll have again and it’s not so bad (most of the time). J
Just the other day I was cleaning the first floor of my house when I sent Josh upstairs to use the bathroom (which only smells good for the first 2min after I clean it) It wasn't long after that I heard some strange noises. I dropped what I was doing and ran up the stairs to see Josh holding the toilet lid up with one hand and about to reach in the toilet with the other. He gave me that, "uh oh" look as I peered into the watery bowl. There happily floating in the water was a dirty diaper and a band aid and sunk underneath that and peeking out of the hole at the bottom was something blue and plastic. For two days prior to this Josh had been flushing race cars which Nate dove in after and retrieved using a plastic grocery bag as protection from the poop infested waters. Apparently it's no fun to put cars in a clean bowl...maybe Josh wanted his cars to race his poop???
So, because of that I thought it was a race car. I followed Nates example and put a grocery bag around my hand and picked out the diaper and band-aid, then came the more tricky part. I tried to pinch the blue thing with my fingers but it floated further into the hole, "Dang it!" then I saw it...some thin dirty floaters coming out of the hole..."Retreat, retreat!!!" I yanked my hand out of the toilet and the bag, noticing my hand had gotten wet...Naaaaaaasty. I searched the hall closet for my cleaning gloves (wish I had thought of that in the first place) but I couldn't find them so instead used a thin glove found underneath some cleaning products under the kitchen sink. It was thin and gross looking but it would have to do. I stretched it on and went back to the toilet. I had to plunge the toy back down along with the floaties :( I saw the blue so I pulled the glove as far as it would go on my arm and carefully pinched the toy with my fingers. This time it came out right away. My prize was a plastic transformer toy from a Happy meal. Into the trash it went along with the glove. I flushed the toilet and heard a rattling in the pipes and then a gurgle from the bowl. I had missed a toy in there and now there was no more water. :( Can't say I didn't try. Thank heavens for the basement bathroom. I gave up on the toilet and decided to leave it for Nate to fix.
Now fast-forward to when Nate gets home. I told him about the toilet upstairs and then called Josh (who was in the basement) up stairs to come see Daddy. Josh came up and we all did what we do when Daddy comes home. Kids hang on Nate while I retreat to the kitchen to cook or at least pretend to cook just to get some time away from kids hanging on me or asking for something. Several minutes later I send Uriah downstairs to make sure everything is closed up and locked. Uriah let out a scream and that’s when he found out Josh had brought in the hose which caused a minor flood. Nate cleaned up the flood and the next day the basement toilet was broken (don’t ask me why cuz I stopped caring) Now Nate’s priority was to fix the upstairs bathroom. He plunged some more sending the unknown toy further down the pipes and hopefully into the cesspit under the ground where it won’t be able to do any more harm.
It’s always something here, and I’m fine with that…really I am…it’s just the way it is…but sometimes I do get frustrated and then I think about all the fun we have when I’m not cleaning pee off the bathroom floor or fishing toys out of the toilet and think of the fun we’ll have again and it’s not so bad (most of the time). J
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Rules for the Lone She-Wolf
Rules for the Lone She-Wolf
#1. Never assume the toilet seat is down. Don’t ever let your guard down. Right when you think they have mastered toilet etiquette your butt cheeks hit toilet water.
#2. While taking a shower lock the doors. If the doors don’t lock peek out every few seconds and when not peeking repeat, “I see you!” over and over again to prevent peeping toms and pranks. Boys are very curious and some husbands are known to play tricks on their wives, like dumping a cup of cold water over the shower curtain, flushing toilets or running sink water.
#3. When using the bathroom, even if you will only take 10 sec. to pee it apparently only takes little boys 3 sec. to appear out of nowhere to point and giggle or ask where your “thing” is. Always shut the door and lock it.
#4. Naps? What’s a nap? You know that thing you do laying down or if you’re me, sitting up. Use caution when taking a nap. It is always a bad idea to nap in open areas such as on the couch or worse yet, the floor. Here you will always be in continual sight. This is just asking for, “It”. “It” can mean many things, such as but not limited to, being hit on rear, face, head or any other soft spot. All the while boy shouts, “Wake up Mommy!” in your ear and then taps you on your shoulder repeating, “Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! until you respond just for him to ask, “Are you sleeping?” Another nap time misadventure is having paper, food or toys placed over entire body or worse yet, in your hair.
To lessen the risks above, nap in your room with doors closed and if husband is home locked. At some point they WILL come looking for you so if desperate for sleep consider places they would never look such as in the van, attic or wherever their shoes are.
#5. Buy Boys white socks only. There are no such things as pairs in a house full of all boys.
#6. Hide your treats. If you have a favorite treat and it’s something that costs a bit more than other treats or it comes in small quantities, keep it a secret. For example, I love Klondike Bars. Only six come in a pack and they aren’t cheep. I only eat one at night when the kids are sleeping so they don’t even know Klondike’s exist. Be sure all the kids are actually asleep, you wouldn’t want them to walk in on you devouring your special treat. Throw all evidence away and under other trash. Leave no trace of crumb or chocolate smear, not even the smell on your breath. I recommend heavy brushing and flossing. A kid can smell chocolate from miles away.
Hopefully these rules can help all those lone She-Wolves out there or perhaps you would like to add some of your own.
#1. Never assume the toilet seat is down. Don’t ever let your guard down. Right when you think they have mastered toilet etiquette your butt cheeks hit toilet water.
#2. While taking a shower lock the doors. If the doors don’t lock peek out every few seconds and when not peeking repeat, “I see you!” over and over again to prevent peeping toms and pranks. Boys are very curious and some husbands are known to play tricks on their wives, like dumping a cup of cold water over the shower curtain, flushing toilets or running sink water.
#3. When using the bathroom, even if you will only take 10 sec. to pee it apparently only takes little boys 3 sec. to appear out of nowhere to point and giggle or ask where your “thing” is. Always shut the door and lock it.
#4. Naps? What’s a nap? You know that thing you do laying down or if you’re me, sitting up. Use caution when taking a nap. It is always a bad idea to nap in open areas such as on the couch or worse yet, the floor. Here you will always be in continual sight. This is just asking for, “It”. “It” can mean many things, such as but not limited to, being hit on rear, face, head or any other soft spot. All the while boy shouts, “Wake up Mommy!” in your ear and then taps you on your shoulder repeating, “Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! until you respond just for him to ask, “Are you sleeping?” Another nap time misadventure is having paper, food or toys placed over entire body or worse yet, in your hair.
To lessen the risks above, nap in your room with doors closed and if husband is home locked. At some point they WILL come looking for you so if desperate for sleep consider places they would never look such as in the van, attic or wherever their shoes are.
#5. Buy Boys white socks only. There are no such things as pairs in a house full of all boys.
#6. Hide your treats. If you have a favorite treat and it’s something that costs a bit more than other treats or it comes in small quantities, keep it a secret. For example, I love Klondike Bars. Only six come in a pack and they aren’t cheep. I only eat one at night when the kids are sleeping so they don’t even know Klondike’s exist. Be sure all the kids are actually asleep, you wouldn’t want them to walk in on you devouring your special treat. Throw all evidence away and under other trash. Leave no trace of crumb or chocolate smear, not even the smell on your breath. I recommend heavy brushing and flossing. A kid can smell chocolate from miles away.
Hopefully these rules can help all those lone She-Wolves out there or perhaps you would like to add some of your own.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Top 10
ONLY ON SUMMER VACATION...
10. Do I continually say to strangers on behalf of my sons, "I'm sorry."
9. I think about buying a children's leash.
8. the AC is on 24/7
7. Someone else cooks dinner.
6. My toenails get painted hot pink.
5. Parents consider lolly pop's gifts from Heaven.
4. it's okay to buy cheep and cheesy gifts and t-shirts.
3. There is an unspoken agreement of "Don't ask, Don't tell" when it comes to bathroom breaks.
2. Is it excepted to pee in a used coffee cup while driving on the highway.
1. I CAN TAKE A SHOWER EVERY DAY!!!!
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Summer time aches and pains
The heat can make people do all sorts of crazy things right? Like going out in public in too little clothing, paying $3 for 1 popsicle off the "ice cream truck", or even taking a turn on the slip-n-slide as a grown adult. I haven't gone out in public with too little clothing yet...that's this weekend, however I have paid an arm and a leg for ice cream (which is going to make swimming tricky) and I went down the slip-n-slide last weekend.
Saturday morning was HOT and the kids were bursting at the screen door seems. So after Nate mowed the lawn we filled the kiddie pool and hooked up the slip-n-slide. I stood by and watched the boys run onto the plastic and then "slide". Needless to say that was dangerous and not really getting them anywhere. So I just HAD to show them how it was to be done. So I told them to, "Watch out boys! It's Mama's turn. Watch-n-Learn" I stood a few steps back and aimed straight ahead. Eye's trained on my destination (the pool of water at the end) I took off at a fast step and dove, arms straight out. My form was perfect (for a belly flop) unfortunately my body didn't agree. When landing my ribs and all other bodily organs shouted out in agony. I don't know if it was the cold water Nate was spraying on me from the hose or my pride, but I refused to listen to Nate when he said, "Suzie, that sounded really loud." a touch of warning was in his voice, but I took it as, "Suzie you're too heavy for that." So I just had to do it again and again and again and (just one more time) again. After the first plop the others went by with a breeze and I was having fun.
Fast forward to Sunday morning when the sun was up and I rolled over in bed. I was smacked with pain across my abdomen, when I sat up it felt like I had been doing sit ups all night long. I stumbled down stairs and headed past my bright eyed and bushy tailed kids and husband on towards the coffee pot. After starting the heavenly brew I shuffled to Nate and told him my woes. He didn't hesitate when he said, "It was that dive you did on the Slip-n-Slide! I told you it was loud!" Ugh...he was right. I did absolutely nothing else that would have come close to breaking ribs. For the next three days I took it easy and steered clear of the Slip-n-Slide.
Age has truly robbed me of one pretty cool summer time water activity. sigh. Let this be a warning to any other almost 30 and above person who may be reading this. The next time I go down a slip-n-slide I'll be in a seated position with my children pulling me down by my feet....or not.
Saturday morning was HOT and the kids were bursting at the screen door seems. So after Nate mowed the lawn we filled the kiddie pool and hooked up the slip-n-slide. I stood by and watched the boys run onto the plastic and then "slide". Needless to say that was dangerous and not really getting them anywhere. So I just HAD to show them how it was to be done. So I told them to, "Watch out boys! It's Mama's turn. Watch-n-Learn" I stood a few steps back and aimed straight ahead. Eye's trained on my destination (the pool of water at the end) I took off at a fast step and dove, arms straight out. My form was perfect (for a belly flop) unfortunately my body didn't agree. When landing my ribs and all other bodily organs shouted out in agony. I don't know if it was the cold water Nate was spraying on me from the hose or my pride, but I refused to listen to Nate when he said, "Suzie, that sounded really loud." a touch of warning was in his voice, but I took it as, "Suzie you're too heavy for that." So I just had to do it again and again and again and (just one more time) again. After the first plop the others went by with a breeze and I was having fun.
Fast forward to Sunday morning when the sun was up and I rolled over in bed. I was smacked with pain across my abdomen, when I sat up it felt like I had been doing sit ups all night long. I stumbled down stairs and headed past my bright eyed and bushy tailed kids and husband on towards the coffee pot. After starting the heavenly brew I shuffled to Nate and told him my woes. He didn't hesitate when he said, "It was that dive you did on the Slip-n-Slide! I told you it was loud!" Ugh...he was right. I did absolutely nothing else that would have come close to breaking ribs. For the next three days I took it easy and steered clear of the Slip-n-Slide.
Age has truly robbed me of one pretty cool summer time water activity. sigh. Let this be a warning to any other almost 30 and above person who may be reading this. The next time I go down a slip-n-slide I'll be in a seated position with my children pulling me down by my feet....or not.
Relay Recovery
It involves a lot of coffee.
I didn't know what to expect from Relay for Life because it was my first year going to one. When I first got there I saw tables set up in the middle of the arena where people were selling food and other things to help raise money and a bunch of people walking around checking things out. As it became closer for the ceremonies to begin, more family and friends showed up to support the walkers and Relay.
Survivors of Cancer were the first ones to walk a lap while everyone else stood on the sides clapping as they went sending out love and support. I couldn't help feeling sad as I wished Mom was walking with them but of course it was wonderful to see that people can survive Cancer and to see them walking was awesome! I walked during the caretakers lap with two of my girlfriends who also lost their mom to cancer each of us looking WAY too young to have had to take care of their mothers. It was emotional and rewarding at the same time. All those strangers standing there, no one knew my story but they have their own which probably doesn't very too much from my own. They knew our struggle and they were honoring it with their smiles, tears and applause. It was the first time I've ever "shared" something so personal with so many people under one roof. I think you would have to go to understand what I mean, it's hard to explain.
After the laps we stood by our Luminaries (white paper bags w/candle inside) that lined the track and we each lit ours when they said it was time. They had bags for in memory of or in Honor of and we put the persons name on it ourselves and could decorate it. I put a flower on mom's because she always doodled flowers...I would have put a cow on it but I'm not an artist. Mom loved cows. She was a teacher so it was always known amongst the kids and parents that she liked cows so over the years she collected many a cow figurine. They were all over our house:) She was a true southern farmer in heart from her love of sweet tea and sweet deserts all the way down to her bare feet digging into the garden soil.
A man played taps on the bagpipes as the candles flickered in the dark and we all thought of our loved ones. When the lights came on it was time to get back to selling soup and walking. Our team sold French onion soup that did pretty well thanks to the cold and rain. :) A DJ played music all night to keep us going and Elvis made an appearance around 2am dressed in an electrifying blue diamond studded jump suit. Elvis was missing his hair and height so if you've seen them kindly collect them and send it to him.
I noticed around 3am that my eyes were really having trouble focusing on things and they were pretty red when I looked in the mirror so I decided to lay down on the cot and try to rest for a few minutes. Before I knew it I woke up to hear the announcer say "Good Morning everyone it's 6 o'clock." I had somehow managed to sleep :) Most of my team stayed awake the whole night!! Suckers:) haha just kidding:)
What I learned about Relay for Life is that we really are raising money for a great cause. With some of the money raised they were able to start up a call center to answer questions about cancer as well as to be there when someone just needs to talk. What a great thing to do! I also saw for my self how Relay can bring hundreds of people together to celebrate those who have beat cancer, honor those who have passed on and to fight back so hopefully no one will have to experience Cancer ever again.
So be careful of what you eat, wear sunscreen, and visit your doctor. If you know someone who has or had cancer I encourage you to come out and be apart of Relay next year. Weather that means joining a team or just being there for support it's all very much appreciated. It shows you care and that's something special.
I didn't know what to expect from Relay for Life because it was my first year going to one. When I first got there I saw tables set up in the middle of the arena where people were selling food and other things to help raise money and a bunch of people walking around checking things out. As it became closer for the ceremonies to begin, more family and friends showed up to support the walkers and Relay.
Survivors of Cancer were the first ones to walk a lap while everyone else stood on the sides clapping as they went sending out love and support. I couldn't help feeling sad as I wished Mom was walking with them but of course it was wonderful to see that people can survive Cancer and to see them walking was awesome! I walked during the caretakers lap with two of my girlfriends who also lost their mom to cancer each of us looking WAY too young to have had to take care of their mothers. It was emotional and rewarding at the same time. All those strangers standing there, no one knew my story but they have their own which probably doesn't very too much from my own. They knew our struggle and they were honoring it with their smiles, tears and applause. It was the first time I've ever "shared" something so personal with so many people under one roof. I think you would have to go to understand what I mean, it's hard to explain.
After the laps we stood by our Luminaries (white paper bags w/candle inside) that lined the track and we each lit ours when they said it was time. They had bags for in memory of or in Honor of and we put the persons name on it ourselves and could decorate it. I put a flower on mom's because she always doodled flowers...I would have put a cow on it but I'm not an artist. Mom loved cows. She was a teacher so it was always known amongst the kids and parents that she liked cows so over the years she collected many a cow figurine. They were all over our house:) She was a true southern farmer in heart from her love of sweet tea and sweet deserts all the way down to her bare feet digging into the garden soil.
A man played taps on the bagpipes as the candles flickered in the dark and we all thought of our loved ones. When the lights came on it was time to get back to selling soup and walking. Our team sold French onion soup that did pretty well thanks to the cold and rain. :) A DJ played music all night to keep us going and Elvis made an appearance around 2am dressed in an electrifying blue diamond studded jump suit. Elvis was missing his hair and height so if you've seen them kindly collect them and send it to him.
I noticed around 3am that my eyes were really having trouble focusing on things and they were pretty red when I looked in the mirror so I decided to lay down on the cot and try to rest for a few minutes. Before I knew it I woke up to hear the announcer say "Good Morning everyone it's 6 o'clock." I had somehow managed to sleep :) Most of my team stayed awake the whole night!! Suckers:) haha just kidding:)
What I learned about Relay for Life is that we really are raising money for a great cause. With some of the money raised they were able to start up a call center to answer questions about cancer as well as to be there when someone just needs to talk. What a great thing to do! I also saw for my self how Relay can bring hundreds of people together to celebrate those who have beat cancer, honor those who have passed on and to fight back so hopefully no one will have to experience Cancer ever again.
So be careful of what you eat, wear sunscreen, and visit your doctor. If you know someone who has or had cancer I encourage you to come out and be apart of Relay next year. Weather that means joining a team or just being there for support it's all very much appreciated. It shows you care and that's something special.
A Mother's day Story
I am going to tell you about the day my mom died, but before I do I have to take you back, way back to when I was a little girl so you can understand my depth of love and my connection to her.
It was a day like any other, spent playing with my brother Jeff and my sister Becky and we were all geared up for that night because Mom was going to sit down with us and watch a special TV movie. Mom turned off the lights, popped the pop corn and we all settled down in our seats to watch the Disney movie DUMBO.
My excitement soon turned into sadness when Dumbo sneezed and the other mommy elephants started making fun of him for his BIG EARS. My sadness only deepened when a boy visiting the circus made fun and scared Dumbo sending Dumbo's mom into a frenzy. I finally broke down and started crying when the circus handlers came and forced Dumbo's mom into a small boxcar separating Dumbo and his mother. Dumbo was alone and forced away from his mother. There in the darkness curled up on our gold sofa I sniffed and quietly wiped away tears. Mom had been sitting on the floor with my brother and sister. She looked back at me with concern and asked why I was crying. Then she told me that in the end everything would be okay. What I really felt inside was not only a sadness for Dumbo but I realized that something could somehow come between me and my mother. I could loose her!!! She had turned back to the movie but I couldn't. For the first time ever I saw her there and was afraid that one day she might not be. My heart ached and all I could do was cry because I didn't have the understanding and words to describe how I felt. There were more sad parts in the movie along with some funny ones and in the end Mom was right, every thing did turn out okay. Dumbo was re united with his mother and everything was even better than before. I on the other hand clung to my mother for the next decade or so, much to her annoyance. If she went out of town (which was hardly ever) I would cry and worry the whole time she was gone and I didn't enjoy one minute of the time she was gone. When she came home I could breath again and be happy. Mom was my every thing! I loved her beyond words or expression.
Now fast forward to my teen years when just about everyone takes their mothers for granted. I was no exception unfortunately. I still would have "Dumbo" moments but for the most part I was happy to branch off. Then one day that fear became real when mom and Dad told us kids that mom's lump was cancer. For the next few years we were all on an emotional roller coaster. I was that little girl again. I was afraid of every moment of every day because some day she was going to be taken away. I lived every day keeping that fear inside, trying to be hopeful and pray for a miracle. I couldn't help wondering though that maybe it wasn't Gods' plan to heal her.
Early in the morning of May 4, 1998 Mom's breathing became very labored and she was struggling to stay alive. Dad called the hospice nurse and she told us today was the day. Mom was dieing and it was time for each of us to say our good byes. Dad left to pick Becky up from school and called Jeff to come home. I sat on the edge of Mom's hospital bed that was placed in our dining room and held her hand. I took a minute or two to compose myself. Our very helpful hospice nurse explained how we should say good bye to help Mom pass. We were to not let mom hear us cry and to be strong for her. We had to let her know that we would be okay and that it was okay for her to let go. It was the HARDEST thing I ever had to do in my life. I held her limp hand and studied her face as I pushed the lump in my throat down further so I could speak. I told her it was me and had to pause because I just wanted to cry. I told her I loved her and that I always would love her. Mom made some sounds as if she were trying to say something and her eyes fluttered open. I saw here eyes for a moment and then she was struggling for air again. I told her I saw her beautiful brown eyes and that I would tell everyone that she loves them. She settled after that and her labored breathing continued. I told her I would miss her so much but that we would be okay and that it was okay for her to go. We would all take care of each other and mostly Becky. I gave her a kiss and held her hand until it was someone else's turn to come say goodbye. More family and friends arrived and before we knew it we were all gathered around her for it was time for her to pass. I sat on her left and listened as Pastor Grant read from the Bible just as Mom asked him to do. As he read I prayed for God to send Angel's to come get mom and soon for I couldn't bare to see her in pain anymore. I wanted her to be whole again, to be without pain and sadness even if that meant I would be without her. Slowly her breaths spaced out and finally she breathed out her last and that's when we all let out our sadness in our sobs. In that same moment of pain and loss there was a peace. I could feel Mom's presence, a lightness and a release. I felt that everything was going to be okay. Mom was on her way to Jesus and He was telling her that He would take care of us. Isn't that just what she needed to hear? What any mother who had to leave her children and husband would want to hear, and we are okay. She on the other hand is WAY more than okay. She's whole again and she's waiting for us. What a day that will be when I can run into her arms and feel her arms around me and hear her voice in my ear.
I LOVE YOU MOM!!!!!!
It was a day like any other, spent playing with my brother Jeff and my sister Becky and we were all geared up for that night because Mom was going to sit down with us and watch a special TV movie. Mom turned off the lights, popped the pop corn and we all settled down in our seats to watch the Disney movie DUMBO.
My excitement soon turned into sadness when Dumbo sneezed and the other mommy elephants started making fun of him for his BIG EARS. My sadness only deepened when a boy visiting the circus made fun and scared Dumbo sending Dumbo's mom into a frenzy. I finally broke down and started crying when the circus handlers came and forced Dumbo's mom into a small boxcar separating Dumbo and his mother. Dumbo was alone and forced away from his mother. There in the darkness curled up on our gold sofa I sniffed and quietly wiped away tears. Mom had been sitting on the floor with my brother and sister. She looked back at me with concern and asked why I was crying. Then she told me that in the end everything would be okay. What I really felt inside was not only a sadness for Dumbo but I realized that something could somehow come between me and my mother. I could loose her!!! She had turned back to the movie but I couldn't. For the first time ever I saw her there and was afraid that one day she might not be. My heart ached and all I could do was cry because I didn't have the understanding and words to describe how I felt. There were more sad parts in the movie along with some funny ones and in the end Mom was right, every thing did turn out okay. Dumbo was re united with his mother and everything was even better than before. I on the other hand clung to my mother for the next decade or so, much to her annoyance. If she went out of town (which was hardly ever) I would cry and worry the whole time she was gone and I didn't enjoy one minute of the time she was gone. When she came home I could breath again and be happy. Mom was my every thing! I loved her beyond words or expression.
Now fast forward to my teen years when just about everyone takes their mothers for granted. I was no exception unfortunately. I still would have "Dumbo" moments but for the most part I was happy to branch off. Then one day that fear became real when mom and Dad told us kids that mom's lump was cancer. For the next few years we were all on an emotional roller coaster. I was that little girl again. I was afraid of every moment of every day because some day she was going to be taken away. I lived every day keeping that fear inside, trying to be hopeful and pray for a miracle. I couldn't help wondering though that maybe it wasn't Gods' plan to heal her.
Early in the morning of May 4, 1998 Mom's breathing became very labored and she was struggling to stay alive. Dad called the hospice nurse and she told us today was the day. Mom was dieing and it was time for each of us to say our good byes. Dad left to pick Becky up from school and called Jeff to come home. I sat on the edge of Mom's hospital bed that was placed in our dining room and held her hand. I took a minute or two to compose myself. Our very helpful hospice nurse explained how we should say good bye to help Mom pass. We were to not let mom hear us cry and to be strong for her. We had to let her know that we would be okay and that it was okay for her to let go. It was the HARDEST thing I ever had to do in my life. I held her limp hand and studied her face as I pushed the lump in my throat down further so I could speak. I told her it was me and had to pause because I just wanted to cry. I told her I loved her and that I always would love her. Mom made some sounds as if she were trying to say something and her eyes fluttered open. I saw here eyes for a moment and then she was struggling for air again. I told her I saw her beautiful brown eyes and that I would tell everyone that she loves them. She settled after that and her labored breathing continued. I told her I would miss her so much but that we would be okay and that it was okay for her to go. We would all take care of each other and mostly Becky. I gave her a kiss and held her hand until it was someone else's turn to come say goodbye. More family and friends arrived and before we knew it we were all gathered around her for it was time for her to pass. I sat on her left and listened as Pastor Grant read from the Bible just as Mom asked him to do. As he read I prayed for God to send Angel's to come get mom and soon for I couldn't bare to see her in pain anymore. I wanted her to be whole again, to be without pain and sadness even if that meant I would be without her. Slowly her breaths spaced out and finally she breathed out her last and that's when we all let out our sadness in our sobs. In that same moment of pain and loss there was a peace. I could feel Mom's presence, a lightness and a release. I felt that everything was going to be okay. Mom was on her way to Jesus and He was telling her that He would take care of us. Isn't that just what she needed to hear? What any mother who had to leave her children and husband would want to hear, and we are okay. She on the other hand is WAY more than okay. She's whole again and she's waiting for us. What a day that will be when I can run into her arms and feel her arms around me and hear her voice in my ear.
I LOVE YOU MOM!!!!!!
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Crazy town seeks new residents
There is this boy who may or may not be my son and he's driving me to crazy town. Somehow he reached the keys, shoved me in the backseat and took off at full speed and he's not showing any signs of slowing down. As he says, "tuper tast!" for all of you who may or may not have kids that means "Super Fast!"
I REALLY don't want to go to crazy town. I heard once you get there it's hard to find your way back. While their hair mysteriously turns grey and falls out, fingernails are chomped off, people walk around yelling and screaming at little people who don't even hear them, leaving the occupants of crazy town feeling...well....CRAZY!
Every day I find myself saying over and over again these things which may or may not be said in this order: STOP, STOP IT, STOP THAT, STOP THAT OR ELSE, DON'T DO THAT AGAIN, CORNER, TIME OUT!, SAY SORRY, BE CAREFUL, WATCH IT, DON'T SAY THAT. I could go on but it's too depressing.
I have found something that seems to help turn him around and drive me back to normall. It's hugs and kisses and lots of love. Sometimes it may work for a few minutes or sometimes right when I let him go he's stepping on the gas and driving "Tuper Tast!"
I've never met a boy that may or may not be my son that could be so sweet, cute and cuddly and still be so much a boy!
So if you see a "Tuper Tast" car fly by you some day and you see an old lady in the back seat yelling at the driver who may or may not be her son to "STOP IT" don't be too alarmed It may or may not be me back there.
****Caution: If you really do see an old woman in the backseat of a car that's going super fast and she's yelling at the driver, copy the tags and call 911.****
I REALLY don't want to go to crazy town. I heard once you get there it's hard to find your way back. While their hair mysteriously turns grey and falls out, fingernails are chomped off, people walk around yelling and screaming at little people who don't even hear them, leaving the occupants of crazy town feeling...well....CRAZY!
Every day I find myself saying over and over again these things which may or may not be said in this order: STOP, STOP IT, STOP THAT, STOP THAT OR ELSE, DON'T DO THAT AGAIN, CORNER, TIME OUT!, SAY SORRY, BE CAREFUL, WATCH IT, DON'T SAY THAT. I could go on but it's too depressing.
I have found something that seems to help turn him around and drive me back to normall. It's hugs and kisses and lots of love. Sometimes it may work for a few minutes or sometimes right when I let him go he's stepping on the gas and driving "Tuper Tast!"
I've never met a boy that may or may not be my son that could be so sweet, cute and cuddly and still be so much a boy!
So if you see a "Tuper Tast" car fly by you some day and you see an old lady in the back seat yelling at the driver who may or may not be her son to "STOP IT" don't be too alarmed It may or may not be me back there.
****Caution: If you really do see an old woman in the backseat of a car that's going super fast and she's yelling at the driver, copy the tags and call 911.****
Thursday, February 07, 2008
Barber Shop
Mom didn't get mad at me for most things other moms might have such as getting dirty or eating cat food...mmmm cat food. I couldn't resist those little x's and o's and the sour taste in my cheeks, hey I was 5 and didn't know any better:) ha. There were however two things that really got to her. Refusing to put on a dress (especially on Sunday's) and the mother of all "girl" sins CUTTING MY OWN HAIR.
It was a warm and sunny day. A perfect day for playing barber shop with a little friend of mine named T.C. My mom babysat T.C. for a few days a week which I loved because it gave me someone to play with while Jeff was in school. I sat T.C. down in the "Barber chair" which was located in our living room. I then tried my best to brush her tangled brown hair but kept getting stuck. Well that just wouldn't do! Hmmm I paused. Perhaps at this moment in the spiritual realm you may have seen a little red devil on one shoulder holding a pair of scissors and grinning from ear to ear and on the other an angel waving it's arms trying to get my attention. I think that angel already knew he was beat. "Stay right there." I commanded T.C. Just like that I was gone and back again with a big pair of Mama sized scissors. I was so excited about cutting hair for the first time ever that I never stopped to think of the permanence real scissors would do. I grabbed a chunk of T.C.'s hair and squeezed. The vibration of each cut hair coursed through the scissors and into my little hand sending me a thrill. The snip snip sound made me want to cut more. So I pulled my own hair out in front of my face and placed the scissors as far up with me still being able to see them and watched the hairs fall in a perfectly unstraight line. I thought I did a good job until my mom walked in and gasped and no it was not a happy gasp but rather shocked and angry. I promptly had the scissors taken away along with any remaining hair still clutched in my hand.
Mom gave me a talking to and I shyly made my apologies to T.C.'s mom. Later that weekend I went to a real barber shop where they cut off many more hairs. Mom had to make me get out of the car when we got home. I walked as slow as I could with my head hung in shame. Mom asked what was wrong with me. I told her that I looked like a boy and that Dad wouldn't know me, he was going to think I was a little boy. I was so scared and embarrassed to go in the house. I saw dad through the glass panels of our sun porch. He was sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper. Mom snapped me out of my daydreams of Dad thinking I was another son and in I walked. Dad put down his paper and took a look at me and my hair and told me it looked nice. Wow! he knew it was me and I was free to go play.
In the beginning my short hair felt like a neon sign flashing, "Suzie was a bad girl and cut her own hair!!!" then I got used to it and life went on as before except instead of scissors we used fingers to cut hair in "Barber shop".
It was a warm and sunny day. A perfect day for playing barber shop with a little friend of mine named T.C. My mom babysat T.C. for a few days a week which I loved because it gave me someone to play with while Jeff was in school. I sat T.C. down in the "Barber chair" which was located in our living room. I then tried my best to brush her tangled brown hair but kept getting stuck. Well that just wouldn't do! Hmmm I paused. Perhaps at this moment in the spiritual realm you may have seen a little red devil on one shoulder holding a pair of scissors and grinning from ear to ear and on the other an angel waving it's arms trying to get my attention. I think that angel already knew he was beat. "Stay right there." I commanded T.C. Just like that I was gone and back again with a big pair of Mama sized scissors. I was so excited about cutting hair for the first time ever that I never stopped to think of the permanence real scissors would do. I grabbed a chunk of T.C.'s hair and squeezed. The vibration of each cut hair coursed through the scissors and into my little hand sending me a thrill. The snip snip sound made me want to cut more. So I pulled my own hair out in front of my face and placed the scissors as far up with me still being able to see them and watched the hairs fall in a perfectly unstraight line. I thought I did a good job until my mom walked in and gasped and no it was not a happy gasp but rather shocked and angry. I promptly had the scissors taken away along with any remaining hair still clutched in my hand.
Mom gave me a talking to and I shyly made my apologies to T.C.'s mom. Later that weekend I went to a real barber shop where they cut off many more hairs. Mom had to make me get out of the car when we got home. I walked as slow as I could with my head hung in shame. Mom asked what was wrong with me. I told her that I looked like a boy and that Dad wouldn't know me, he was going to think I was a little boy. I was so scared and embarrassed to go in the house. I saw dad through the glass panels of our sun porch. He was sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper. Mom snapped me out of my daydreams of Dad thinking I was another son and in I walked. Dad put down his paper and took a look at me and my hair and told me it looked nice. Wow! he knew it was me and I was free to go play.
In the beginning my short hair felt like a neon sign flashing, "Suzie was a bad girl and cut her own hair!!!" then I got used to it and life went on as before except instead of scissors we used fingers to cut hair in "Barber shop".
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Waiting
waiting
There is a place that is literally waiting for me. There are trees with beautiful pink Roses that hold their breath for me. Where the wind blows, circling, searching for me. A crystal clear stream runs through it waiting to splash my toes. Grass so soft and green it begs me to roll in it. This place longs to hear my laugh, to feel my touch, to have me. God waits for me.
There is a place that is literally waiting for me. There are trees with beautiful pink Roses that hold their breath for me. Where the wind blows, circling, searching for me. A crystal clear stream runs through it waiting to splash my toes. Grass so soft and green it begs me to roll in it. This place longs to hear my laugh, to feel my touch, to have me. God waits for me.
Christmas Traditions
Christmas Traditions
Everyone has family Christmas traditions. In our family they weren't big and high scale, they were a bunch of small special moments that when put all together made up our own unique tradition.
Our first sign of Christmas as kids was when a very BIG very special piece of mail came. Drum roll please....................the "J.C. Penny Catalog"! Oh yes. We each grabbed our own color marker and turned the pages very carefully to the toy section. There on those beautiful glossy pages we circled and circled and circled some more until our hands cramped and the markers went dry. We knew we couldn't get all those toys but it was so much fun to wish and let our imaginations go. After all Santa needed lots of ideas and who knew maybe Santa would run out of a certain toy and would need more ideas. After we were done circling we would go back and look again throughout the days before Christmas. Our next order of business was to watch as many Christmas specials on TV as possible. Now when we were Christmas rookies we didn't have VCR's to tape shows and we only had about 13 channels to choose from and no remotes. So we picked one at a time. Our favorites were "A Charlie Brown Christmas" and the Little House on the Prairie Christmas. Then there were all the old classics.
Now the real anticipation starts with the last day of school before Christmas break. Everyone delighted in their Christmas parties and dreamed of our two weeks of vacation. That weekend Mom and Dad would bundle us up and stuff us in the car at night and we'd drive around aimlessly looking for Christmas lights. To make it more interesting Dad would have us all ooh and aah at all the pretty lights. The more we liked them the louder and longer the "OOOH" and "AHHH"s became.
Next came Christmas Eve Every year we went to Mema and Pop pop's house for our family Christmas party. Everyone brought their gifts for the exchange and put them under the tree. It was soooo beautiful! All the reds and greens and all kinds of bows. Once our eyeballs were tired of taking over our senses our nostrils were overcome by smells so sumptuous our mouths began to water. Mema is the best cook in the south! She made Roast Beef, Ham, and a Turkey. Sweet potatoes,green beans, black eyed peas, mashed potatoes, and all kinds of deserts. On top of all that were the dishes all the Aunts and Uncles brought along. It was a FEAST! Soon after dinner it was time to open presents and we all gathered by the tree. After everyone had a gift in their lap it was time to open them at which time a lot of joy was heard around the room. A little while later we said our good byes to family and headed home. We didn't mind because we knew the faster we fell asleep the faster Santa came:) Once we were dressed for bed the phone would ring. Mom would answer and tell us it was Santa from the North Pole! Mom would pass the phone to Jeff, then me and then Becky. We couldn't wait to say hello! That done we would run to our rooms and snuggle under our covers and try our best to fall asleep quickly.
I think the best part of Christmas is that moment when you first crack open your eyes and it dawns on you, "It's Christmas morning!! PRESENTS!" I remember being a little afraid of going out all by myself so I would wake up Becky and then go get Jeff. Then we would all peek at the presents under the sparkling tree. Then we ran and jumped on mom and dad so they would wake up:) They would always act like it was too early but we knew they were just as excited. We saw their smiles and we knew they were watching us. It was a time of joy and fun and most of all LOVE. When all the gifts were opened mom and dad would repeat the love story about baby Jesus so we would never forget why we celebrate Christmas.
Now we've started new family traditions upon our old ones. We still drive around to look at lights and give our ratings of "OOH" and "AHH", Christmas movies are in plenty, Santa still calls and most importantly Jesus is loved.
Everyone has family Christmas traditions. In our family they weren't big and high scale, they were a bunch of small special moments that when put all together made up our own unique tradition.
Our first sign of Christmas as kids was when a very BIG very special piece of mail came. Drum roll please....................the "J.C. Penny Catalog"! Oh yes. We each grabbed our own color marker and turned the pages very carefully to the toy section. There on those beautiful glossy pages we circled and circled and circled some more until our hands cramped and the markers went dry. We knew we couldn't get all those toys but it was so much fun to wish and let our imaginations go. After all Santa needed lots of ideas and who knew maybe Santa would run out of a certain toy and would need more ideas. After we were done circling we would go back and look again throughout the days before Christmas. Our next order of business was to watch as many Christmas specials on TV as possible. Now when we were Christmas rookies we didn't have VCR's to tape shows and we only had about 13 channels to choose from and no remotes. So we picked one at a time. Our favorites were "A Charlie Brown Christmas" and the Little House on the Prairie Christmas. Then there were all the old classics.
Now the real anticipation starts with the last day of school before Christmas break. Everyone delighted in their Christmas parties and dreamed of our two weeks of vacation. That weekend Mom and Dad would bundle us up and stuff us in the car at night and we'd drive around aimlessly looking for Christmas lights. To make it more interesting Dad would have us all ooh and aah at all the pretty lights. The more we liked them the louder and longer the "OOOH" and "AHHH"s became.
Next came Christmas Eve Every year we went to Mema and Pop pop's house for our family Christmas party. Everyone brought their gifts for the exchange and put them under the tree. It was soooo beautiful! All the reds and greens and all kinds of bows. Once our eyeballs were tired of taking over our senses our nostrils were overcome by smells so sumptuous our mouths began to water. Mema is the best cook in the south! She made Roast Beef, Ham, and a Turkey. Sweet potatoes,green beans, black eyed peas, mashed potatoes, and all kinds of deserts. On top of all that were the dishes all the Aunts and Uncles brought along. It was a FEAST! Soon after dinner it was time to open presents and we all gathered by the tree. After everyone had a gift in their lap it was time to open them at which time a lot of joy was heard around the room. A little while later we said our good byes to family and headed home. We didn't mind because we knew the faster we fell asleep the faster Santa came:) Once we were dressed for bed the phone would ring. Mom would answer and tell us it was Santa from the North Pole! Mom would pass the phone to Jeff, then me and then Becky. We couldn't wait to say hello! That done we would run to our rooms and snuggle under our covers and try our best to fall asleep quickly.
I think the best part of Christmas is that moment when you first crack open your eyes and it dawns on you, "It's Christmas morning!! PRESENTS!" I remember being a little afraid of going out all by myself so I would wake up Becky and then go get Jeff. Then we would all peek at the presents under the sparkling tree. Then we ran and jumped on mom and dad so they would wake up:) They would always act like it was too early but we knew they were just as excited. We saw their smiles and we knew they were watching us. It was a time of joy and fun and most of all LOVE. When all the gifts were opened mom and dad would repeat the love story about baby Jesus so we would never forget why we celebrate Christmas.
Now we've started new family traditions upon our old ones. We still drive around to look at lights and give our ratings of "OOH" and "AHH", Christmas movies are in plenty, Santa still calls and most importantly Jesus is loved.
Loose Change
Loose Change
This is an old school story that my parents have told us a few times and I think that most of us could commiserate with them in this moment of their newly married life.
It was a HOT summer weekend when Bruce and Rosie were two newly marrieds. They lived in an itsy bitsy teeny weeny (not bikini) house. Apparently it only took one step to get from one side of the kitchen to the other. It was a one bedroom with a small living area and tiny bathroom. Rosie was a new teacher in the public school system teaching middle school hellions. She did her best to keep the kids in the classroom. Like angling her desk in front of the door so they would have to run directly past her to get out. Kids still managed to jump out the open second story window in the summer time. With no air conditioning she wasn't able to keep it closed. See I told you they were Hellions. When kids were disrupting the class too much she would have to send them to the principles office. One day the janitor approached Rosie and told her, "Don't send the kids to the principles office when they're bad. They like it there because he has a window unit, send them to me in the boiler room." So from that point on that's where the kids went. Needless to say her class improved after that. Bruce worked at a print shop running press. It's a very hard and loud job. So on this particular Saturday Rosie and Bruce decided to treat themselves to a cold fizzy soda. They looked all over the house which wasn't a lot for loose change. They finally found what they needed in the couch cushions and headed off to the convenient store. They bought an ice cold coke and walked home with it laughing and excited to get in the house to enjoy their treasure. Bruce held the coke in one hand and got his keys out with the other. As he moved his hand to push in the key the coke bottle slid out from his hand and onto the cement porch crashing and gushing fizzy coke by their hot feet. OH! the HORROR! What disappointment! Somehow they made it through the weekend and lived many happy years together. Some days with a Coke some days without.
This is an old school story that my parents have told us a few times and I think that most of us could commiserate with them in this moment of their newly married life.
It was a HOT summer weekend when Bruce and Rosie were two newly marrieds. They lived in an itsy bitsy teeny weeny (not bikini) house. Apparently it only took one step to get from one side of the kitchen to the other. It was a one bedroom with a small living area and tiny bathroom. Rosie was a new teacher in the public school system teaching middle school hellions. She did her best to keep the kids in the classroom. Like angling her desk in front of the door so they would have to run directly past her to get out. Kids still managed to jump out the open second story window in the summer time. With no air conditioning she wasn't able to keep it closed. See I told you they were Hellions. When kids were disrupting the class too much she would have to send them to the principles office. One day the janitor approached Rosie and told her, "Don't send the kids to the principles office when they're bad. They like it there because he has a window unit, send them to me in the boiler room." So from that point on that's where the kids went. Needless to say her class improved after that. Bruce worked at a print shop running press. It's a very hard and loud job. So on this particular Saturday Rosie and Bruce decided to treat themselves to a cold fizzy soda. They looked all over the house which wasn't a lot for loose change. They finally found what they needed in the couch cushions and headed off to the convenient store. They bought an ice cold coke and walked home with it laughing and excited to get in the house to enjoy their treasure. Bruce held the coke in one hand and got his keys out with the other. As he moved his hand to push in the key the coke bottle slid out from his hand and onto the cement porch crashing and gushing fizzy coke by their hot feet. OH! the HORROR! What disappointment! Somehow they made it through the weekend and lived many happy years together. Some days with a Coke some days without.
What Ever Happened to Bob White?
What ever happened to Bob White??
When I was in the sixth grade the forest we would go for walks in was cut down. A developer bought it and built 100's of homes clumped together. That meant no more family walks to the 7-11 to buy treats. In the forest we had our own monkey vine to swing on and Dad would always make calls to Bob White and Bob White would always answer back. In case you don't know who Bob White is...he is a bird:) Dad whistled one long flat note followed by a quick short high note. Sure enough Bob White would whistle back and sounded just like Dad. We would try our hand at it but Dad was the only one who had the knack for it. I still don't know how to whistle...I can suck air in and it sounds like a whistle but technically I guess I'm not actually whistling.
Anyway....It wasn't long before we saw the neon orange and yellow markers tied to the trees and soon after that we heard machines pushing over our trees. It was very sad but we made do. After the trees were gone and it rained there were acres of MUD!!!! Dry mud and wet mud. This was awesome for riding bikes! Mom would walk down with us and stand by as we wheeled our way around and tore up earth. One day after it had rained there were mud puddles galore. Jeff and I begged mom to let us jump in and being a country girl herself she said, "Yes." So we took off our shoes and socks then stood on the cracked edge of heavenly bliss. Jeff and I held hands and counted to three. Jumped as high as we could and came smashing down into the cool fantastic muddiness that was mud! We were in mud above our knees. Such giggling and joy we had that day...it was a kids dream...at least these two kids. We tried our best to walk but didn't make it too far so we picked it up in our hands and squished it through our fingers, made balls and plunged our arms into it. When it was time to go Mom pulled us out and when we got back home she hosed us off which was another kind of fun.
It's sorta like that saying, "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade." except this would be, "When developers tear down your forests, make mud puddles."
When I was in the sixth grade the forest we would go for walks in was cut down. A developer bought it and built 100's of homes clumped together. That meant no more family walks to the 7-11 to buy treats. In the forest we had our own monkey vine to swing on and Dad would always make calls to Bob White and Bob White would always answer back. In case you don't know who Bob White is...he is a bird:) Dad whistled one long flat note followed by a quick short high note. Sure enough Bob White would whistle back and sounded just like Dad. We would try our hand at it but Dad was the only one who had the knack for it. I still don't know how to whistle...I can suck air in and it sounds like a whistle but technically I guess I'm not actually whistling.
Anyway....It wasn't long before we saw the neon orange and yellow markers tied to the trees and soon after that we heard machines pushing over our trees. It was very sad but we made do. After the trees were gone and it rained there were acres of MUD!!!! Dry mud and wet mud. This was awesome for riding bikes! Mom would walk down with us and stand by as we wheeled our way around and tore up earth. One day after it had rained there were mud puddles galore. Jeff and I begged mom to let us jump in and being a country girl herself she said, "Yes." So we took off our shoes and socks then stood on the cracked edge of heavenly bliss. Jeff and I held hands and counted to three. Jumped as high as we could and came smashing down into the cool fantastic muddiness that was mud! We were in mud above our knees. Such giggling and joy we had that day...it was a kids dream...at least these two kids. We tried our best to walk but didn't make it too far so we picked it up in our hands and squished it through our fingers, made balls and plunged our arms into it. When it was time to go Mom pulled us out and when we got back home she hosed us off which was another kind of fun.
It's sorta like that saying, "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade." except this would be, "When developers tear down your forests, make mud puddles."
A lesson for me
A lesson for me
I was talking to Jesus and praying for my friends and family and the hurting children all over the world. I can't see their faces or know there names but I ache for all of them. I implored Him, "Lord please come now...for the children, for all of us Lord," "Why wait any longer?" was the question in the back of my mind and he heard it (or course He did, He's God) and he said to me, "Because of the unsaved" He's waiting for the unsaved to turn to Him. I think we can help in God's return by talking to those around us about Jesus. We can't make up their minds but we can at least make them think, plant God's word.
I was also thinking about those precious and innocent children that die from sickness and starvation and murders around the world and God comforted me by letting me know...He knows about it and He loves them too...they don't die in vain...they are His children and when they die they are immediately in his Kingdom. Their suffering here is forgotten by them but not by God and He rewards them for their strength and suffering. They will be hungry no more, they will be sad no more, they will want for nothing. Praise the Lord! Our time here is so short, our suffering seems like it lasts forever but we are wrong. It lasts but for a short time and when we meet Jesus it will all be worth it. For we are all sinners and we don't even deserve Jesus but He loves us and takes us and doesn't hold our sins against us...no guilt trips either. Does that mean our efforts to feed the starving, and cloth the poor and help our brothers and sisters is in vain??? NO!!! God works through us to help his people (That's all of us).
Last night Gabe was asleep in his crib and I stood over him praying that God would just clear Gabe's nose free from snot so he could breath and sleep through the night. I waited a few seconds to hear it all of the sudden disappear. Then I felt really silly...God helped me see that no Suzie I don't just magically make people better "I can and sometimes do, but not all the time" "Why?" I thought. "Because then you would never learn how to do things on your own. We need to work together." he told me. Wow...I already knew that but I had forgotten. I wanted God to do it. so what did I do next??? I got the vaporizer out and filled it with water and put it in Gabe's room to clear his nose. Did Gabe sleep through the night??? No. It took a long time to get him comfortable and to bed. Yes I was frustrated that I didn't get my alone time to relax and I even got mad. I also understood that it wasn't God's fault. Sometimes (a lot of the times) kids get sick and their bodies have to learn how to fight off infections so they are healthier in the long run. If God healed us of all of our sicknesses right away our bodies and minds wouldn't be able to function in this world. So thank you Lord for teaching me again:)
I was talking to Jesus and praying for my friends and family and the hurting children all over the world. I can't see their faces or know there names but I ache for all of them. I implored Him, "Lord please come now...for the children, for all of us Lord," "Why wait any longer?" was the question in the back of my mind and he heard it (or course He did, He's God) and he said to me, "Because of the unsaved" He's waiting for the unsaved to turn to Him. I think we can help in God's return by talking to those around us about Jesus. We can't make up their minds but we can at least make them think, plant God's word.
I was also thinking about those precious and innocent children that die from sickness and starvation and murders around the world and God comforted me by letting me know...He knows about it and He loves them too...they don't die in vain...they are His children and when they die they are immediately in his Kingdom. Their suffering here is forgotten by them but not by God and He rewards them for their strength and suffering. They will be hungry no more, they will be sad no more, they will want for nothing. Praise the Lord! Our time here is so short, our suffering seems like it lasts forever but we are wrong. It lasts but for a short time and when we meet Jesus it will all be worth it. For we are all sinners and we don't even deserve Jesus but He loves us and takes us and doesn't hold our sins against us...no guilt trips either. Does that mean our efforts to feed the starving, and cloth the poor and help our brothers and sisters is in vain??? NO!!! God works through us to help his people (That's all of us).
Last night Gabe was asleep in his crib and I stood over him praying that God would just clear Gabe's nose free from snot so he could breath and sleep through the night. I waited a few seconds to hear it all of the sudden disappear. Then I felt really silly...God helped me see that no Suzie I don't just magically make people better "I can and sometimes do, but not all the time" "Why?" I thought. "Because then you would never learn how to do things on your own. We need to work together." he told me. Wow...I already knew that but I had forgotten. I wanted God to do it. so what did I do next??? I got the vaporizer out and filled it with water and put it in Gabe's room to clear his nose. Did Gabe sleep through the night??? No. It took a long time to get him comfortable and to bed. Yes I was frustrated that I didn't get my alone time to relax and I even got mad. I also understood that it wasn't God's fault. Sometimes (a lot of the times) kids get sick and their bodies have to learn how to fight off infections so they are healthier in the long run. If God healed us of all of our sicknesses right away our bodies and minds wouldn't be able to function in this world. So thank you Lord for teaching me again:)
Dogs, Flyswatters and Soap. OH MY!
Dogs, Flyswatters and soap oh my!
Let's see my 30th blog...that's a lot. I still have a lot to write about and it's hard to pick just one thing. I have SO many memories of my childhood because it was so much FUN! Life was good. It still is but now that I'm an adult with a family I have a lot of responsibility and I know what's going on in the world around me. So we try our best to still have fun and I think it's going pretty well:)
I thought about our babysitter today and with that thought came a lot of memories. Her name was Charlotte and she had a husband named Donny and three teenage kids, two girls and a boy. There was also an old old old old (did I say old?) lady...well more like dragon that lived under the floor boards...okay okay in an apartment in the basement. Charlotte's house was not fun. She had old plastic toys most of which were dull and brown and missing pieces. Looking through the toy box is comparable with you as an adult looking in the refrigerator several times within seconds hoping to find some new delicious snack that magically appeared while you shut the door. Same outcome at Charlotte's...sigh and shut the lid. Thankfully we were not the only inmates. There were others! some younger some older. Some kids were lucky and only had to come after school. Besides the lack of toys we also had a sweltering backyard to play in. Her backyard was fenced in and once again was devoid of toys. I think I remember a tennis ball and a racket. There was only one tree in her yard and that was next to the neighbor's 6 ft. fence. On the other side of this fence lived a snarling barking dog that wanted to eat us. So we would sit under the tree in the shade and listen to the dog next door scratch at the ground and fence trying it's best to get to us and rip us to shreds. We would make up stories about the dog or dare each other to throw something over the fence. I'm happy to say that no one was ever eaten. When Charlotte was done making us suffer in the heat she would call us in for lunch that our parents packed in lunch boxes. Inside those lunchboxes were our thermoses full of heavenly Kool-aid tropical fruit punch. We were dieing for a drink! Charlotte made it very clear that we had to eat all our food before we could drink and if we drank it all before our food was eaten we weren't' allowed anything else to drink! (I do believe this is why I don't drink until I'm done w/my dinner to this day) There was a girl named Terry who was Jeff's age so like 7 and she was fearless. She wasn't afraid of the old lady in the basement but we were. Sometimes Charlotte would make us go down into the basement where all her shelves were stacked with stuff. The old lady lived on the other half and if we weren't quiet she would come out and hold up her fly swatter and threaten us with it. One day Terry rebelled and knocked on the old lady's door. We all ran behind some shelves and out came the lady and chased Terry around swatting her legs. Talk about Frightening:) Another time we were put in the basement I had to go pee really really bad but I was afraid to go upstairs to the bathroom because Charlotte had told us to stay put. All the kids were urging me to go up...I made it half way up the basement stairs and then couldn't hold it any longer:( poor me...I had to go up and tell her what I had done. So she huffed at me but said I should have gone upstairs. I think I should have told my parents all this stuff a long time ago but I didn't.
Overall Charlotte was a nice lady but times were different and that was normal...I guess. Charlotte's husband was tall, thin and white haired. He LOVED to tickle me and I HATED him tickling me. He thought it was the funniest thing. I remember one time my parents had to leave us there over night because Nanny had died. I remember wanting to cry my eyes out or wish myself into my parents car as they pulled away. I clung to my mom's leg as Danny stretched his arms out for me as he sat on the couch making tickling motions with his hands and laughing. (TRUST ME MEN, If you are teasing a little girl or boy and they don't smile or they look afraid...it's because THEY ARE! so don't do that.) For some reason he thought I liked him tickling me. He didn't mean any harm by it but it bothered me. That night Charlotte gave us a bath:( I still remember the smell of the soap she used...it was a big blue bar of soap...and later in life when I used it again I had flashbacks of seeing that Coast bar coming at me in Charlotte's hand. She got us squeaky clean and ready for bed. We slept on the floor of her son Kevin's bedroom floor. After church we came back to her house where the girls Donna and Lisa were painting their nails and watching the Dukes of Hazard (that was the only thing we liked about the weekend) Lisa had a sewing needle in her hand and she showed me how she could put it through her skin without it hurting her. She threatened to hold me down and put it through mine next. Somehow we managed to last the weekend and we were never so happy to get back home. I'm thinking that Nanny Cam was a great invention:)
Let's see my 30th blog...that's a lot. I still have a lot to write about and it's hard to pick just one thing. I have SO many memories of my childhood because it was so much FUN! Life was good. It still is but now that I'm an adult with a family I have a lot of responsibility and I know what's going on in the world around me. So we try our best to still have fun and I think it's going pretty well:)
I thought about our babysitter today and with that thought came a lot of memories. Her name was Charlotte and she had a husband named Donny and three teenage kids, two girls and a boy. There was also an old old old old (did I say old?) lady...well more like dragon that lived under the floor boards...okay okay in an apartment in the basement. Charlotte's house was not fun. She had old plastic toys most of which were dull and brown and missing pieces. Looking through the toy box is comparable with you as an adult looking in the refrigerator several times within seconds hoping to find some new delicious snack that magically appeared while you shut the door. Same outcome at Charlotte's...sigh and shut the lid. Thankfully we were not the only inmates. There were others! some younger some older. Some kids were lucky and only had to come after school. Besides the lack of toys we also had a sweltering backyard to play in. Her backyard was fenced in and once again was devoid of toys. I think I remember a tennis ball and a racket. There was only one tree in her yard and that was next to the neighbor's 6 ft. fence. On the other side of this fence lived a snarling barking dog that wanted to eat us. So we would sit under the tree in the shade and listen to the dog next door scratch at the ground and fence trying it's best to get to us and rip us to shreds. We would make up stories about the dog or dare each other to throw something over the fence. I'm happy to say that no one was ever eaten. When Charlotte was done making us suffer in the heat she would call us in for lunch that our parents packed in lunch boxes. Inside those lunchboxes were our thermoses full of heavenly Kool-aid tropical fruit punch. We were dieing for a drink! Charlotte made it very clear that we had to eat all our food before we could drink and if we drank it all before our food was eaten we weren't' allowed anything else to drink! (I do believe this is why I don't drink until I'm done w/my dinner to this day) There was a girl named Terry who was Jeff's age so like 7 and she was fearless. She wasn't afraid of the old lady in the basement but we were. Sometimes Charlotte would make us go down into the basement where all her shelves were stacked with stuff. The old lady lived on the other half and if we weren't quiet she would come out and hold up her fly swatter and threaten us with it. One day Terry rebelled and knocked on the old lady's door. We all ran behind some shelves and out came the lady and chased Terry around swatting her legs. Talk about Frightening:) Another time we were put in the basement I had to go pee really really bad but I was afraid to go upstairs to the bathroom because Charlotte had told us to stay put. All the kids were urging me to go up...I made it half way up the basement stairs and then couldn't hold it any longer:( poor me...I had to go up and tell her what I had done. So she huffed at me but said I should have gone upstairs. I think I should have told my parents all this stuff a long time ago but I didn't.
Overall Charlotte was a nice lady but times were different and that was normal...I guess. Charlotte's husband was tall, thin and white haired. He LOVED to tickle me and I HATED him tickling me. He thought it was the funniest thing. I remember one time my parents had to leave us there over night because Nanny had died. I remember wanting to cry my eyes out or wish myself into my parents car as they pulled away. I clung to my mom's leg as Danny stretched his arms out for me as he sat on the couch making tickling motions with his hands and laughing. (TRUST ME MEN, If you are teasing a little girl or boy and they don't smile or they look afraid...it's because THEY ARE! so don't do that.) For some reason he thought I liked him tickling me. He didn't mean any harm by it but it bothered me. That night Charlotte gave us a bath:( I still remember the smell of the soap she used...it was a big blue bar of soap...and later in life when I used it again I had flashbacks of seeing that Coast bar coming at me in Charlotte's hand. She got us squeaky clean and ready for bed. We slept on the floor of her son Kevin's bedroom floor. After church we came back to her house where the girls Donna and Lisa were painting their nails and watching the Dukes of Hazard (that was the only thing we liked about the weekend) Lisa had a sewing needle in her hand and she showed me how she could put it through her skin without it hurting her. She threatened to hold me down and put it through mine next. Somehow we managed to last the weekend and we were never so happy to get back home. I'm thinking that Nanny Cam was a great invention:)
Thankful
What I am thankful for this year
1.Thankful for God and his love for us..it's SO GREAT!
2.Thankful for God's understanding and patience
3.My husband who does his best every day to be a good Husband and Father
4.My children. They are so beautiful inside and out.
5.Our good health and God's protection over us
6.Our extended families who offer love and support
7.Our friends both old and new and for the ones to come
8.For a home and food to put in it.
9.For all of the extra blessings that make every day more comfortable and fun.
10. For all of the unknowns.
1.Thankful for God and his love for us..it's SO GREAT!
2.Thankful for God's understanding and patience
3.My husband who does his best every day to be a good Husband and Father
4.My children. They are so beautiful inside and out.
5.Our good health and God's protection over us
6.Our extended families who offer love and support
7.Our friends both old and new and for the ones to come
8.For a home and food to put in it.
9.For all of the extra blessings that make every day more comfortable and fun.
10. For all of the unknowns.
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Prince Charming
Sun shining, green pastures passing by and my face an inch away from the car window with big eyes staring and mouth open. That was my usual position when in the car. I was always daydreaming. I still do all day long while washing dishes or picking up the boys my mind never stops wondering. From a little kid on I could day dream so well that I would make myself sad enough to cry. In elementary school I was usually day dreaming about prince charming. Sometimes my prince charming was a boy from school and sometimes he was a frog that I needed to catch and kiss. This particular day it was another slimy critter.
I was in the woods behind my elementary school with my brother Jeff. We were playing while mom graded papers and met with other teachers. That's when I spotted my prince charming. He was in the form of a slimy grey slug:) I had tried kissing toads and frogs but they never worked so I figured I should at least try kissing a slug. I picked him up with my fingers and watched him hug my finger. Jeff ran over to see what I had. I told him I was going to kiss it. He gave a disgusted look which was quickly replaced by a look of intrigue. Jeff watched as I brought the slug up to eye level. I inspected my prince looking for the perfect spot to kiss. "nope, no dry spots anywhere here goes..." I thought and then puckered up and touched my lips to the slug. Turns out my prince slug was just a slug. I quickly scraped slug off my finger and wiped my lips with my shirt a few times and wiped my fingers on my shorts. Well that was over and I would never kiss another slug again. Jeff and I decided to run up the dirt hill and then run down it as fast as our little legs would let us. After a few times of doing this I stubbed my big toe on a small tree stump. No big deal it didn't even hurt but we were tired so we climbed the hill to go back to the school building. Once I reached the top I said to Jeff, "Man my foot is all sweaty" I could feel my foot slipping around in my sandal and hear it squish. Jeff and I looked down at the same time and we both screamed. My right foot was covered in blood!! My sandal was filled with it. That's what I felt squishing between my toes and under my foot. I was frozen in that spot screaming. Once I saw the blood pumping out of my big toe the pain came rushing through my body. Jeff sprang into action and ran to get help. Then I saw "Him" running towards me concern and fear on his face. It was Ricky Taylor! I was in love with Ricky Taylor. He was Mrs.Taylor the sixth grade teacher's son. He was in the sixth grade and I was in first but that didn't matter to me. He was tall, athletic, artistic and he was nice to me and oh yeah...cute:) Ricky ran right up to me saw my bleeding foot and then wonders of all wonders he scooped me up into his arms and carried me across the parking lot to the school where he passed me off to my mom who had just gotten to the door. Mom carried me to the bathroom and sat me on the counter top. Teachers surrounded me as mom turned on the cold water and put my toe under the rushing water. It felt SOOOOOOOO good. Blood and dirt washed away and down the drain. Mom took my foot out of the water and I started balling again as the pain started to pound my toe. They wrapped my toe and off we went to the hospital where they gave me a butterfly cast.
I had to sit a lot and couldn't play kickball in PE but it wasn't so bad because I could day dream about Ricky Taylor coming to my rescue. I didn't get prince charming by kissing a slug that day but I did get a prince charming by stubbing my toe. To me the pain was worth years of reliving the moment Ricky Taylor scooped me up and carried me.
I was in the woods behind my elementary school with my brother Jeff. We were playing while mom graded papers and met with other teachers. That's when I spotted my prince charming. He was in the form of a slimy grey slug:) I had tried kissing toads and frogs but they never worked so I figured I should at least try kissing a slug. I picked him up with my fingers and watched him hug my finger. Jeff ran over to see what I had. I told him I was going to kiss it. He gave a disgusted look which was quickly replaced by a look of intrigue. Jeff watched as I brought the slug up to eye level. I inspected my prince looking for the perfect spot to kiss. "nope, no dry spots anywhere here goes..." I thought and then puckered up and touched my lips to the slug. Turns out my prince slug was just a slug. I quickly scraped slug off my finger and wiped my lips with my shirt a few times and wiped my fingers on my shorts. Well that was over and I would never kiss another slug again. Jeff and I decided to run up the dirt hill and then run down it as fast as our little legs would let us. After a few times of doing this I stubbed my big toe on a small tree stump. No big deal it didn't even hurt but we were tired so we climbed the hill to go back to the school building. Once I reached the top I said to Jeff, "Man my foot is all sweaty" I could feel my foot slipping around in my sandal and hear it squish. Jeff and I looked down at the same time and we both screamed. My right foot was covered in blood!! My sandal was filled with it. That's what I felt squishing between my toes and under my foot. I was frozen in that spot screaming. Once I saw the blood pumping out of my big toe the pain came rushing through my body. Jeff sprang into action and ran to get help. Then I saw "Him" running towards me concern and fear on his face. It was Ricky Taylor! I was in love with Ricky Taylor. He was Mrs.Taylor the sixth grade teacher's son. He was in the sixth grade and I was in first but that didn't matter to me. He was tall, athletic, artistic and he was nice to me and oh yeah...cute:) Ricky ran right up to me saw my bleeding foot and then wonders of all wonders he scooped me up into his arms and carried me across the parking lot to the school where he passed me off to my mom who had just gotten to the door. Mom carried me to the bathroom and sat me on the counter top. Teachers surrounded me as mom turned on the cold water and put my toe under the rushing water. It felt SOOOOOOOO good. Blood and dirt washed away and down the drain. Mom took my foot out of the water and I started balling again as the pain started to pound my toe. They wrapped my toe and off we went to the hospital where they gave me a butterfly cast.
I had to sit a lot and couldn't play kickball in PE but it wasn't so bad because I could day dream about Ricky Taylor coming to my rescue. I didn't get prince charming by kissing a slug that day but I did get a prince charming by stubbing my toe. To me the pain was worth years of reliving the moment Ricky Taylor scooped me up and carried me.
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