So here....
I have tried to get into a University in Northern Texas that has both programs I want. Been trying since 2008 in all reality. For what ever reason know to God, rainbows and cucumbers my transcript got lost in the mail or somewhere or something freakish happened. Oh least we all not forget the acceptance letter to that wonderful place in Louisiana that I almost took and leaped on like a rat on a cheerio. Oh we can all thank honeyboo for that one... THANKS BABE!!!!! I mean that. CRAP lost my head again.. One day it will stay firmly glued on... Anywho, after numerous attempts and one time giving up, for what ever reason something possessed me to try try again. I did about a month ago. Did not tell a single sole, well ok so the dog knew but who is he gonna tell really??? I mean with paws his size, it would be hard to dial the phone or type... Besides he well was sleeping when I did it. So I did. Faxed the correct paperwork, and all that. Got my requests for my transcripts in and what do you know the angels sang and birds chirped and the stars and planets aligned in the right shape of me.. Ok so you get it.
Funny thing how it happened though.........
Driving home with the Eskimo yesterday as the storm was brewing ahead, I got a phone call from that little ole place in Poly you know Poly on the Hill (POTH). You know the one where I am now, and that I will like my stupid car be married to my financial loans to get an edumasmation ( education ) that my May semester class had been canceled. WHAT??? Ok so only me and one other geek on the planet signed up. I paid my money already and that did not matter it was done, finished stick a fork in it. In the same conversation with Poly on the Hill University, it was told to me that my Summer class was facing the same fate. HOLY hole in the freakin donut batman. Hold the phone and get Robin to the batmobile along with C3P0 and R2... Where is Darth Vader when you need him? GONE on vacation since he is not gonna have to teach now.... Ok so you get it.. I was frustrated cause the times these two classes are offered in the Fall just do not work for me and it would cause pangs to fix it. Fine ok I understand. No really I do not.. But I have to become quaint with the fact it ain't gonna happen. So fine so here I will cool my heels until October to get my dinero back. So plugging along to home I thought about it and how nice it would be to well you know take a class and not panic over it being canceled due to enrollment. I turned in the drive and stopped at the mail thingy.. Oh I know mailbox, but this is me it is a mail thingy that at times brings welcome news and others why did I stop for this thingy box. OH POOP!!!!!!!!!! Anyway I stopped and low and behold it was like the bells that go off at the casino when somebody wins big.. I could hear it. Trust me I opened the mail thingy and heard them, closed it and it stopped and opened it again grabbing the mail and it was doing it again.. I think that mail type person knew and put something in there....So my letter from that little ole place in Denton came and they want me!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHOOOOOHOOOOOOOOO kiss my grits I am going to Denton. OH CRAP wait I want to and this as if I need one and yes I do need a sign was a neon sign in a small white and maroon envelope. I was ecstatic.. I came in and called and read the directions on how to set up this that and the other to get on line and even got me some of that old federal grant money sent to those folks.. So I am happy right?????? CONFUSED, CONFLICTED and well puzzled.......
Here is why............................................................
I have a little zone.... I like my little zone it is like a happy place for me.. In my little zone are a few select folks allowed there and three of them are at that Poly on the Hill place. Two of them I consider my sisters in crime.. Not that we would commit crime but you know the world spins faster when we are there. Aside from them is a short french descendant person who has pushed when I needed it and laughed when I could not and been understanding of what is an abnormal life. Oh honeyboo is there and encourages me just the same but my little french man has been well like family.... My sisters I know will be there and there will still be havoc spread but this is hard.. It is like leaving the dog at the pound and not knowing his/her outcome. So yes maybe this type of change I am terrified no mortified of. And I know hear me out these three folks would and two of them are saying HOW BIG OF A SIGN DO YOU WANT???, and pushing my caboose (it is rather large but still) up the hill to get there...Maybe I will get homesick or lost who knows I am just scared and know I should not be but I am.. And I know I should instead of writing this talk to honeyboo but I am not good with the whole I gotta vent and tell you how I feel conversation thingy.... I am working on that... And there are two more of you one at Poly on the Hill and another who is there when I need here just not at POTH........ =)
So here is the good news that little ole place in Denton is getting me and maybe one sister so they need to warn the folks..Tell the law to run as fast as they can cause we are blowing into town.. HAAAAAA.... well you know what I mean...... That town ain't gonna know what smacked it when we roll in... And for a bit it maybe me but who knows. I have made my peace and it will happen it will.... I just have to go head first off into and suck the water up my nose... Hope it is not salt water cause that stings when ya suck it up your nose... GROSS!!!!!!!!!!!!
So there you have it my one true confession of the night well ok maybe two cause that whole I need to talk to the one I love but I am working in that department..... Things happen for a reason or fifteen and I learned long long ago in a galaxy far far away to not question it... Just roll it baby just roll it.... Toss the dice and see where it lands. Lean on that old thing called FAITH and GOD.... Sometimes it has a name called GROWTH.... and not just as in toys-r-us kids either..... So look out Denton here I come....... yabbbdabbadooo!!!!!!!!!!!
IN other news this week, the Eskimo is coming along with tremendous strides. Just ask about our adventure to the doctor on Monday. Here is a riddle of sorts...... What do you call a Fireman's bad bad Monday????? HA SHOWING UP TO AN ALARM CALL AT THE ORTHOPEDIC OFFICE where 90% of the folks there are either on crutches, with walkers or in wheelchairs and the only way down for them is the elevator which happened to be on fire... HAAAAAA it is funny now but it scared 12 years out of me when it happened.... It was puzzling to see these oh brave, strapping things scratching their heads wondering how to get folks out. By the time they did, the nurses, office staff and mobile patients who could move had everybody out..... So yes it was an adventure Monday.. And nope no "official" word on whether he is going to play or not.... He has hired an agent named Sir Jeffey who is a fury at 7.6 pounds.. I was told that he Sir Jeffey would get back with me in a few days... Ho hummmmmm...... Wow....
And the freakin storm today... So started to take Blondie to register for a test and BOOM the wind started blowing and rain started pouring and it was hard to see let alone drive. Blondie encouraged me to just pull over and let it pass, but I kept driving. I did ask him though if he wanted to drive and he asked me if I were insane or just crazy.... I told him both.... We made it but not to get registered.... And Curly, well he is working his little nubs to the bone on a fairy tale project... They have to modernize a fairy tale.. So not much from his camp.....
I leave you in peace tonight and love to you all and to all a good night....
Smooches......=)
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Mother's Day
Twas the night before Mother's Day, and all through the house all the creatures were stirring including the cricket... UGGGGHHHHHHHH oh we have a cricket outside somewhere and all I can here is him or her chirping away... I wonder do they ever get tired of drawing on their wings to make noise? Do they ever give themselves headaches? I mean really???? It is pretty but after hours on end it gets irritating.... Especially when one is trying to get beauty sleep... I mean I have to look good do I not? Well ok so Honeyboo has to look good then. There I said it....
President Woodrow Wilson declared on May 9, 1914, the first national Mother's Day as a day for American citizens to show the American flag in honor of those mothers whose sons had died in war. The holiday was declared officially by the state of West Virginia in 1910, and the rest of states followed quickly, and On May 8, 1914, the U.S. Congress passed a law designating the second Sunday in May as Mother's Day. So there you have it... Or do you really know how it all got started??? In 1908 Anna Jarvis campaigned for the creation of an official Mother’s Day in remembrance of her mother and in honor of peace. Anna petitioned the superintendent of the church where her Mother had spent over 20 years teaching Sunday School. Her request was honored, and on May 10, 1908, the first official Mother's Day celebration took place at Andrew's Methodist Church in Grafton, West Virginia and a church in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. The West Virginia event drew a congregation of 407 and Anna Jarvis arranged for white carnations—her Mother’s favorite flower—to adorn the patrons. Two carnations were given to every Mother in attendance. Today, white carnations are used to honor deceased Mothers, while pink or red carnations pay tribute to Mothers who are still alive. Anna and Woodrow were not the first two to honor thy mother, before them there was a lady named Julia Ward Howe. She began her tribute in 1870 as she had become so distraught by the death and carnage of the Civil War that she called on Mother’s to come together and protest what she saw as the futility of their Sons killing the Sons of other Mothers.
At one point Howe even proposed converting July 4th into Mother’s Day, in order to dedicate the nation’s anniversary to peace. Eventually, however, June 2nd was designated for the celebration. In 1873 women’s groups in 18 North American cities observed this new Mother’s holiday. Howe initially funded many of these celebrations, but most of them died out once she stopped footing the bill. The city of Boston, however, would continue celebrating Howe’s holiday for 10 more years.Despite the decided failure of her holiday, she nevertheless planted the seed that would blossom into what we know as Mother’s Day today.
So there is some food for thought about the how and why of Mother's Day. Ironic is it not that at this moment as we type and read we have Mother's just as we did in the 1800's who have lost their sons. We should honor them with our love. We are all mom's and know there is no greater love then a mom's love. So this Mother's Day as we give and get take time to stop and remember that some Mother's are without a Mom's day. Honor yours if you still have her and if you do not, honor her still. But least not forget those whose sons and daughters have without thought given of themselves and can no longer honor their mom.
Smooches and love.
Night.....
President Woodrow Wilson declared on May 9, 1914, the first national Mother's Day as a day for American citizens to show the American flag in honor of those mothers whose sons had died in war. The holiday was declared officially by the state of West Virginia in 1910, and the rest of states followed quickly, and On May 8, 1914, the U.S. Congress passed a law designating the second Sunday in May as Mother's Day. So there you have it... Or do you really know how it all got started??? In 1908 Anna Jarvis campaigned for the creation of an official Mother’s Day in remembrance of her mother and in honor of peace. Anna petitioned the superintendent of the church where her Mother had spent over 20 years teaching Sunday School. Her request was honored, and on May 10, 1908, the first official Mother's Day celebration took place at Andrew's Methodist Church in Grafton, West Virginia and a church in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. The West Virginia event drew a congregation of 407 and Anna Jarvis arranged for white carnations—her Mother’s favorite flower—to adorn the patrons. Two carnations were given to every Mother in attendance. Today, white carnations are used to honor deceased Mothers, while pink or red carnations pay tribute to Mothers who are still alive. Anna and Woodrow were not the first two to honor thy mother, before them there was a lady named Julia Ward Howe. She began her tribute in 1870 as she had become so distraught by the death and carnage of the Civil War that she called on Mother’s to come together and protest what she saw as the futility of their Sons killing the Sons of other Mothers.
At one point Howe even proposed converting July 4th into Mother’s Day, in order to dedicate the nation’s anniversary to peace. Eventually, however, June 2nd was designated for the celebration. In 1873 women’s groups in 18 North American cities observed this new Mother’s holiday. Howe initially funded many of these celebrations, but most of them died out once she stopped footing the bill. The city of Boston, however, would continue celebrating Howe’s holiday for 10 more years.Despite the decided failure of her holiday, she nevertheless planted the seed that would blossom into what we know as Mother’s Day today.
So there is some food for thought about the how and why of Mother's Day. Ironic is it not that at this moment as we type and read we have Mother's just as we did in the 1800's who have lost their sons. We should honor them with our love. We are all mom's and know there is no greater love then a mom's love. So this Mother's Day as we give and get take time to stop and remember that some Mother's are without a Mom's day. Honor yours if you still have her and if you do not, honor her still. But least not forget those whose sons and daughters have without thought given of themselves and can no longer honor their mom.
Smooches and love.
Night.....
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
It is not right to eat the crayons!!!!!!!!!!
As for the title well just read and hang on to the end... Maybe it will explain itself.... So here it is the end of the semester and although there is stress brewing in my belly, I am at peace with it. I have no clue where this summer will take me all I know is I listened and I am doing. No I am not taking this summer off, quite the opposite... I have a Maymester class and a Summer II class along with 2 on line classes.. I can do it I just have to do it.
Yes I know I should be rejoicing with the rest of my fellow Americans about Osama's or Usama's demise but honestly right now I am numb about it. Yes I care but not that much.. Currently my brain is on over load and my mind has taken a vacation to a tropical paradise with tanned men who are toned and those little umberllaled drinks with names I can not spell....OH crap see there ya go!!!!!!!!
Oh we honestly should not be happy and celebrating. Well we should but when I think of the lives that have been lost in all from men and women who literally gave up what they were doing to go fight it kills me that we should have any joy. Not to mention the 3000 lives that were lost simply due to the fact that they were at work or on a plane who knows why. I am not certain that one soulless life being lost is worth the thousands upon thousands who have perished at the hands of this evil man. Is it really justification? No it is not. This makes us no better then he was by killing him. Do not misunderstand me here I have not completely lost my mind, but really does this right all the wrongs of what he did? Again NO! And again I am happy that he has been taken out of this world but my real fear is what happens next? My cousin said it best, when she said ok so we got him but that means that there is only 1000 more lining up behind him. And who knows they could be worse. Again do not misconstrue what I am saying I am glad he is gone but honestly people how can we as human beings justify one life for another? And better yet what exactly have we learned from this? Hmmm. Yes you do not like it when I point out these things. I have heard many many times over the years that history repeats itself and we should learn from our mistakes, but honestly what have we learned from this? Well one thing is we have folks voicing their opinion on this that and the other such as "well Obama did what Bush could not" right on down to and I was guilty of this, "Obama just got the presidental bid for 2012." And then we have the " Obama did not do it the military men and women did it. " OK enough folks. Get off the fence and take a stand. All we have managed to do in the last 72 hours is create tension between us and the rest of the free world by our actions and ludicrous bickering about who did it. Perfect example overheard on a phone conversation between a grown man and who knows who but he was arguing that Obama was the one who ordered the "hit" and therefore he should get the credit. WHATEVER!!!!!!!!! Wow how did that happen?? Go figure....Well let us see WHO SHOT JR???? Holy Crap folks grow up and and get real. It does not matter on the grand scale of things, what matters is what can we all take away from this and what can we do to stop these idiots? First we have to stop the inner bickering amongst ourselves. If we do not take something away from this mess, like the fact that we should all agree to disagree then we have done nothing to help those countless lives that gave of themselves. I mean after 9/11 there was so much support by Americans for Americans that there was a sea of red, white and blue. People were respectful and courteous to each other. Yep how did that work, well in my observations, it lasted about 3 weeks before we all went back to being normal and in a hurry and disrespectful. I mean how freakin sad is it that a Home Owners Association has the balls and nerve to tell a Veteran who fought for our freedom that he can not display his flag or other memorabilia? And how freakin said is it that we are all so afraid of hurting someone that we have done things like take the Pledge of Allegiance out of schools for fear that we will offend someone? It is pretty damn sad it what it is. Or the fact that we have jerks who are protesting funerals of the very people that are fighting for our freedoms. I mean you think that they will or would have protested Mr. bin Laden's funeral? Most likely not. They would rather protest someone who no longer has our freedom to argue back. See what I mean. Why do that to the families of these people. And I have heard many survivors families say that this has given them closure. Really? Can you tell me how that bin Laden's death has brought you closure? Please if I am wrong you all know I will admit it but I just do not see how...... So least we not forget those who have perished not just in Afghanistan and Iraq, but the other Wars that perhaps had to happen but yet were senseless in need. That is it. There you people wanted to know how I honestly felt so I told you. And half of you won't like my opinion but that is how I feel.So if you do not want to know, then do not ask me.. I can go on for days but I have to stop........ Now I am off the big soap box. And yes it is Ivory!!!!!!!!! (as in Ivory soap)ha.
So we got the big Eskimo through the scope and cleaning and all is good... Just the normal restriction coupled with ICE ICE baby ice ice baby oh lost my head again any way you get it... He is sore but none the less he is breezing through this better then 6 months ago..... People commented on how bad it looks, but thing is he has 3 tiny holes and 3 or 4 stitches this time compared to the 17 he had in October.... So as he said, I will take this over the other mom any day.........Curly is doing better as well as he has decided that things are just the way they are and he can not change a person. Blondie is sort of enjoying his job and got rather excited when the Eskimo and I came through the drive through today.. Although the little booger has tomorrow off...Just you wait Blondie momma has plans for you........ ( yes there is a devious smile on my face.)
I know I am rambling here but there is a point to all this madness. This is my therapy...Keeps me from eating the crayons....... So just let me vent...Seriously though there are just somethings that should not be discussed and when they are we should all agree to disagree..... Now I have been dropping hints about mother's day and all anyone has said is from the big eskimo, and that is "happy mother's day I got you my knee scoped." Very funny little big man... very funny... Oh but see there sweetie I have the keys to your rehabilitation workout in my hand and I am so not afraid to use it........ notice the devious smile on my face.....
anyhoo i seriously have to get this powerpoint ready for saturday and have not a clue what i am going to do it on. so i guess it is off here and facebook and see what i can do.... wish me luck... and remember when life gets you down it is not politically correct to eat the crayons!!!!!!!!!!
Smooches!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Curly
So in a week filled with ups and downs emotion wise, I am headed bright and before the air breathes to take the Big Eskimo off to have his knee scoped and cleaned out. And I am a little disappointed that I will not get to see the BIG WEDDING tomorrow... ( ok not really but a little) Not as big of an ordeal as back in October when he had the BIG CUTTING done but none the less it is well scary... I mean since then he has grown to 6'4 and weighs 278, and well I can not cradle him and carry him like when he was 5.
Case in point, they all 3 have grown... And not just in height.... Blondie, has got a real job. He currently can be found slinging fries with the best of them a McD's.... This was a BIG ego and self confidence booster for him, but I am just happy he is no longer surfing the couch. Ok so we all know here that I am a big loser when it comes to them but still......
And Curly, well he has had it the hardest this week. A large dose of reality set in Tuesday night and there was sort of an "intervention" if you will.. Oh not to worry he is not taking illegal or legal substances or drinking but he wishes he was as it might help or so he may think, but a family sort of I TOLD YOU SO but without the I told you so... See has father, has always catered to him. Whatever Curly wanted he got no matter the sacrifice. But I did not know how much psychological "damage" I have caused Curly... See when he was smaller then he is now, and Blondie was having "issues" I sent him to his dad. I explained what was going on and thought he understood but he did not...Simply put I was in fear for Curlys life.... Well Blondie got right and stopped and this last spring Curly moved back home for good.. I remember the day well, as he cried and said he never wanted to go back over there (to his dad's) again. Well he has a time or three but he has not enjoyed the trip. So long short of it, Curly has had a hard dose of reality in the fact that good old dad has chosen her and baby over him.
The older two have long since discovered what he is about without my mouthing or doing anything. They sold him down the river years ago and have little to nothing to do with him. But Curly I guess hoped it would not come true for him. It did. And it hurts. And frankly part of me wants to go kick dado in the rear and make him holler. Then the other part of me says try yet one more time goof ball to talk some sense into him. Although watching paint dry would be easier. For the most part I have remained neutral about the whole situation. I have listened to the Big Eskimo cry over it and listened to his pain and encouraged him to talk to his dad. He did to no avail and gave up. Blondie even attempted not only on his own behalf but the Eskimos as well. This is one of those I HAVE THE ABILITY TO REMAIN SILENT, but I AM NOT SURE I CAN DO ITs...... Oh I know but if you know the situation and you know what all has happened, then you know that I have stayed out of it for years. But when you make one of my monkeys cry I AM GONNA WHOOP ON YOU>........... But then my good sense nerve kicks in and I realize that all I can do as helpless as it seems is just be there. I wish there was an iphone or android app or pill for Curly to make him feel better but alas there is not. The best thing that I can do for my little Curly is love him and encourage him.
And I can plot things in my head right??? I mean I can pray for him right???? Oh ok so I know that I really should not pray that he I do not know but you understand me here.... And I know God is gonna deal with me on this one... He already has.... So ok I admit maybe I prayed that he would fall going off the back porch steps but it is ok right?????? Or that he would get abducted by little green men right????? Alright so what can I have my imagination here??????
But seriously, this is one of those I feel so dang helpless and of all weeks for this to happen, TAKS week... Oh yes just one more stresser for the week on the little monkeys..... Oh well it is not for publication but you my teacher friends and teacher to be and parents you know what I am thinking....... UH huh...... TAKS.... See my evil little smile?????
Crap there I go again rambling.... So ok I promise I will not do anything mean, and I have forgiven him for the things that happened but again I feel helpless..... So that said I am taking Curly to get Ice Cream BEFORE school tomorrow... Oh crap have to take the BIG ESKIMO first.... But alas Curly will get revenge I think..... He already has in his own little way...
So to all three of you, yes you all three make me wanna committ hairy carry.... You all three make me cry but momma loves you the mostest of all.....
Now we just have to teach Blondie how to make mac and cheese so he will never be hungry......
Night ya'll and if any of you dvr's or tapes the big show tomorrow I WANNA KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!! or else..... Don't make me come over there..... =)
Case in point, they all 3 have grown... And not just in height.... Blondie, has got a real job. He currently can be found slinging fries with the best of them a McD's.... This was a BIG ego and self confidence booster for him, but I am just happy he is no longer surfing the couch. Ok so we all know here that I am a big loser when it comes to them but still......
And Curly, well he has had it the hardest this week. A large dose of reality set in Tuesday night and there was sort of an "intervention" if you will.. Oh not to worry he is not taking illegal or legal substances or drinking but he wishes he was as it might help or so he may think, but a family sort of I TOLD YOU SO but without the I told you so... See has father, has always catered to him. Whatever Curly wanted he got no matter the sacrifice. But I did not know how much psychological "damage" I have caused Curly... See when he was smaller then he is now, and Blondie was having "issues" I sent him to his dad. I explained what was going on and thought he understood but he did not...Simply put I was in fear for Curlys life.... Well Blondie got right and stopped and this last spring Curly moved back home for good.. I remember the day well, as he cried and said he never wanted to go back over there (to his dad's) again. Well he has a time or three but he has not enjoyed the trip. So long short of it, Curly has had a hard dose of reality in the fact that good old dad has chosen her and baby over him.
The older two have long since discovered what he is about without my mouthing or doing anything. They sold him down the river years ago and have little to nothing to do with him. But Curly I guess hoped it would not come true for him. It did. And it hurts. And frankly part of me wants to go kick dado in the rear and make him holler. Then the other part of me says try yet one more time goof ball to talk some sense into him. Although watching paint dry would be easier. For the most part I have remained neutral about the whole situation. I have listened to the Big Eskimo cry over it and listened to his pain and encouraged him to talk to his dad. He did to no avail and gave up. Blondie even attempted not only on his own behalf but the Eskimos as well. This is one of those I HAVE THE ABILITY TO REMAIN SILENT, but I AM NOT SURE I CAN DO ITs...... Oh I know but if you know the situation and you know what all has happened, then you know that I have stayed out of it for years. But when you make one of my monkeys cry I AM GONNA WHOOP ON YOU>........... But then my good sense nerve kicks in and I realize that all I can do as helpless as it seems is just be there. I wish there was an iphone or android app or pill for Curly to make him feel better but alas there is not. The best thing that I can do for my little Curly is love him and encourage him.
And I can plot things in my head right??? I mean I can pray for him right???? Oh ok so I know that I really should not pray that he I do not know but you understand me here.... And I know God is gonna deal with me on this one... He already has.... So ok I admit maybe I prayed that he would fall going off the back porch steps but it is ok right?????? Or that he would get abducted by little green men right????? Alright so what can I have my imagination here??????
But seriously, this is one of those I feel so dang helpless and of all weeks for this to happen, TAKS week... Oh yes just one more stresser for the week on the little monkeys..... Oh well it is not for publication but you my teacher friends and teacher to be and parents you know what I am thinking....... UH huh...... TAKS.... See my evil little smile?????
Crap there I go again rambling.... So ok I promise I will not do anything mean, and I have forgiven him for the things that happened but again I feel helpless..... So that said I am taking Curly to get Ice Cream BEFORE school tomorrow... Oh crap have to take the BIG ESKIMO first.... But alas Curly will get revenge I think..... He already has in his own little way...
So to all three of you, yes you all three make me wanna committ hairy carry.... You all three make me cry but momma loves you the mostest of all.....
Now we just have to teach Blondie how to make mac and cheese so he will never be hungry......
Night ya'll and if any of you dvr's or tapes the big show tomorrow I WANNA KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!! or else..... Don't make me come over there..... =)
Monday, April 18, 2011
The Greatest Man I knew.......
This is the one I originally began to write tonight.... But The Big Eskimo took first place.... So now it is down to business.. This one comes with a warning though, you most likely will need a whole box of kleenex or puffs or hell just get the hand towel from the bathroom.. Smooches..........Oh and I apologize in advance to my wonderful, loving husband it is about you sweet but he came first.....
Oh they say little girls marry their dads. That is true for some but others not so true. In my case it was my grandfather. I married the third time my grandfather, I just did not know it but I am slowly finding it out. There is no other love like grandpas love. It is strong, and fun like ice cream. So this is the true story of how I have come to realize I married my grandfather. There are vast differences but so many things like him it is amazing.
We moved to the lake with Grandpa and Granny when I was about 4. In essence if you question me I will tell you that they raised me. Oh sure Mom was here and there but for the most part I was left to design with Granny and Grandpa. It was fun. I got away with things that most kids would not have. And most times, I had Grandpa's undivided attention. He taught me to ride a bike. Oh lord there were many a skinned knee and he had to hold his stomach in to keep the vomit back from the blood. He would scoop me up and bring me to Granny to doctor. Then we were right back at it. He helped me learn to roller skate down the big hill in the back driveway. Oh it is not so much of a hill now that I am older but back then it was a mountain compared to now. He taught me how to fish, and bait a hook although I refuse to touch the slim of the minnows or worms.Many nights were spent at the kitchen table, he beer in hand and me root beer in hand listening to the Rangers.I remember all that as if it were yesterday. He even cheered them on when it seemed no one else would. I am not certain what his addiction to baseball was but during the season, you knew where to find the two of us. I miss that. This year after the Rangers won the World Series, I cried out of sadness that he was not here on earth so we could listen to it together. Even after they televised the games, he would still sit with the radio at the table or out on the back patio and listen to it. Sunday's though during football were left to the men... When I was sick, he would give me coffee and peanut butter and honey sandwiches. Oh looking back I think I faked a few illnesses just to hang out with him.I would follow him like a lost dog round and round the yard while he mowed most times on my bike, but others on foot. I would help him change the sprinklers out when it came time. I know I aggervated him, tell me what other girl had her grandpa to herself 24/7? The coffee was the best part.I remember onetime I had this dreaded stomach thing. Not like the virus we have now, but worse. He went with mom when I dehydrated to the hospital. He even bought me a poo bear and a lenny the lion. I still have both of them.
But Grandpa worked sun up to sun down for the railroad. ( yes there were train rides sometimes when I was sick. That was fun fun in the sun.......I got to blow the whistle...) When he came home the the fall, spring and summer there was always plenty of work that had to be done. That was the best part of my day when he came home. I never realized until I got older that Grandpa working like this was well a health hazard. When you work like he did you learn that there is nothing else you learn to do. Oh he had time but he felt like he did not . I remember that he would work until it was done even though he was flat out exhausted. I watched him work tirelessly. Not just on house chores but me things that I thought I needed done. One year, he built me a chicken coop as I got some baby chicks. He built it as I watched and uh helped. That was the best chicken coop I had ever seen. He made it where the chicks had access to the grass but nothing could get them. A few years later, it was revamped into a rabbit hutch on legs with some stronger wire for the top and sides and a better roof for drainage. He did not want those hoot owls to swoop and get my bunnies. I remember that it sleated one year, and he in the wee hours of the morning, went out there to get Mrs. Bunny and Mr. Wabbit. To his surprise, those bunnies had multiplied and there was more of them. He carried them all in the house his arms full and granny hollering what in the hell is all that and where do you think we are going to put them? He knew. He hooked up a space heater in the garage and brought that bunny hutch in. It was about this time that he decided after 30 years with the rail road, he needed to retire. I noticed a change in him. He began to drink. People knew it but at the time I was too young to realize what was happening. All I knew was suddenly there was no more following him around like a lost dog.
Then tragedy happened. My big lumbering lab, who loathed motorcycles, the ups man, and loud trucks and buses was out in the driveway with him one day. Grandpa had been a part of me getting this one. He even helped teach that dog how to dive in the lake after me. The lumbering doggie of 2 years heard the bus coming down the hill. He also spotted a wild rabbit and even though he slept with 2 rabbits at night, he went after this one BAM! right in front of that bus loaded with 5 year olds. She could not stop no way, and the dog did not know what hit him. Grandpa ran to see about him and it was too late. Gone was he. Grandpa did the only thing he knew to do. He lifted that dog into the back of the pick up and off to the vet they went. The vet said he was sorry but he suffered no pain. Grandpa brought him home and dug a hole and buried him. Gpa then proceed to get drunk and come get me from school 3 hours early. He told them that he thought it was 3 in the afternoon. It was only noon. Things were not as they are now. No way today would they have let me go with him in that condition but the administration let me go. I just remember my 3rd grade teacher telling me she loved me and that if I needed something to call the school. We got home and I laughed all the way home as he swerved and ziged and zaged all over the road. Looking back God is the only thing that saved us that day. He did not tell me until we got home what had happened and I cried. No more Chase. No more fun. The mail man came and Granny had a package to pick up. By this time Granny was home and not saying much to him. I just remember I had gone to sleep and I woke up to her yelling and begging him not to go. He did anyway. He was gone a long time that afternoon. Soon evening came and still no sign of him. About 10 that night, we heard a loud noise outside. It was a tow truck bringing what was left of the old bomb ( the truck) home. Gpa had already been to the hospital and had stitches in his forehead and arm. I just remember Granny and he going at it again. They yelled for what seemed like hours. My mom told me I was no longer allowed to ride with him unless she or Granny was with us. I did not understand at the time why but now I do.
Seasons past and I grew up and was into my sophomore year in high school. He had changed and had begun doing things that were not normal for him. Long story short, he had Alzheimer's. It was about the early fall when my Granny's sister called for help and her to come to Arizona. She went and she told me she was sorry to leave me with all this but she had to go and that she was only a phone call away. We put her on a plane and my life changed as well. Granny had put Gpa in diapers as he would soil himself. It was like raising a kid. I figured at 15 that since he had literally raised me, I could raise him. It was out of respect and dignity that I did. Mom was at work one afternoon and the rangers had an afternoon game. I sat on the couch with the old radio and turned it on. He snapped out of his delusion long enough to listen. He never said a word to me he just acted like he was drinking a beer and smoking the whole time, even though he was not. I just kept talking to him. That would be our last game together. He progressively got worse. One afternoon, something told me I had to leave school early. I managed to go and am glad I did. I came home and opened the door, as he was by himself. I instantly smelled smoke and could see it billowing in the laundry room. I got his attention and told him he had to get out. He just sat there and looked at me and told me to stop playing. I grabbed him and shoved him out onto the porch. The freezer in the laundry room had shorted out and was sparking. If I would have stayed at school I can only imagine. I am not sure to this day why, but I just remember being mad at him for not listening to me. I mean did he not understand and know what was happening? No he did not. The Fire department came and I had him back in the house in his rocker. I waited for them with the front door open as I called mom as well. She threatened me not to call Granny yet but I did. I came in and checked on him and he was squatted down digging in the chair. I asked him what he was doing well not that nice but you understand I was frustrated and scared, and he turned around and told me "I am gettin us worms to go fishing come on jenaroo we gotta go the bass are running." I humored him as the firemen came and we went fishing in the living room off of the coffee table. He even handed the firemen a beer or two and we went on. I do know he told them at one point that they better hush cause they were scaring the fish away. He even had a basket full of bass and a big old catfish. I will never forget this day. it is etched in my brain like a brand on the side of a cow. I did not know what else to do.
Thing go on and he gets worse. I had moved out and gotten married and had Blondie when the call came in that day. Granny was calling and begging me to come out. I told her I did not have the car so could she come get me and she told me no that Gpa was laying in the middle of the living-room floor and was refusing to go to the doctor. I told her to call the ambulance and I would be right there. I got there just as they were putting him in. I went to the hospital with them and the news was not good. He has suffered his first of many strokes. He went on living in a condition I never want to see anyone live in. I felt helpless as there was nothing anybody could do. I prayed for him to not be in pain and to just let go. Finally it happened. He went quietly and without incident. I was alone with him when it happened. I was 21 and had never really experienced death. I just know that the nurse was trying to comfort me and nothing would do.I know more about strokes and alzehimer's then most folks. I read all I could even though he was gone. I wanted to know what killed him and how to stop it. It is like a run away freight train that can not be stopped. Today we know more and I am certain if he would have survived we could have gotten him a lot more help.
See many many moons later, I have discovered that I married in some aspects my Gpa. Honeyboo works sun up to sun down then when he can comes home and works more. I follow him around like a lost dog most times. I look at honeyboo and think what a strong man who loves me no matter what, just like Gpa. Even though I may screw up and do things like running over the mailbox or moving something I should not I know they love me. Honeyboo, you are the second greatest man I know. I hope you live to be 100. Honeyboo does not drink and so far his memory has not slipped well ok but you know what I mean. And just like Gpa you are always building something from nothing for me......
smooches and night yall.......
Oh they say little girls marry their dads. That is true for some but others not so true. In my case it was my grandfather. I married the third time my grandfather, I just did not know it but I am slowly finding it out. There is no other love like grandpas love. It is strong, and fun like ice cream. So this is the true story of how I have come to realize I married my grandfather. There are vast differences but so many things like him it is amazing.
We moved to the lake with Grandpa and Granny when I was about 4. In essence if you question me I will tell you that they raised me. Oh sure Mom was here and there but for the most part I was left to design with Granny and Grandpa. It was fun. I got away with things that most kids would not have. And most times, I had Grandpa's undivided attention. He taught me to ride a bike. Oh lord there were many a skinned knee and he had to hold his stomach in to keep the vomit back from the blood. He would scoop me up and bring me to Granny to doctor. Then we were right back at it. He helped me learn to roller skate down the big hill in the back driveway. Oh it is not so much of a hill now that I am older but back then it was a mountain compared to now. He taught me how to fish, and bait a hook although I refuse to touch the slim of the minnows or worms.Many nights were spent at the kitchen table, he beer in hand and me root beer in hand listening to the Rangers.I remember all that as if it were yesterday. He even cheered them on when it seemed no one else would. I am not certain what his addiction to baseball was but during the season, you knew where to find the two of us. I miss that. This year after the Rangers won the World Series, I cried out of sadness that he was not here on earth so we could listen to it together. Even after they televised the games, he would still sit with the radio at the table or out on the back patio and listen to it. Sunday's though during football were left to the men... When I was sick, he would give me coffee and peanut butter and honey sandwiches. Oh looking back I think I faked a few illnesses just to hang out with him.I would follow him like a lost dog round and round the yard while he mowed most times on my bike, but others on foot. I would help him change the sprinklers out when it came time. I know I aggervated him, tell me what other girl had her grandpa to herself 24/7? The coffee was the best part.I remember onetime I had this dreaded stomach thing. Not like the virus we have now, but worse. He went with mom when I dehydrated to the hospital. He even bought me a poo bear and a lenny the lion. I still have both of them.
But Grandpa worked sun up to sun down for the railroad. ( yes there were train rides sometimes when I was sick. That was fun fun in the sun.......I got to blow the whistle...) When he came home the the fall, spring and summer there was always plenty of work that had to be done. That was the best part of my day when he came home. I never realized until I got older that Grandpa working like this was well a health hazard. When you work like he did you learn that there is nothing else you learn to do. Oh he had time but he felt like he did not . I remember that he would work until it was done even though he was flat out exhausted. I watched him work tirelessly. Not just on house chores but me things that I thought I needed done. One year, he built me a chicken coop as I got some baby chicks. He built it as I watched and uh helped. That was the best chicken coop I had ever seen. He made it where the chicks had access to the grass but nothing could get them. A few years later, it was revamped into a rabbit hutch on legs with some stronger wire for the top and sides and a better roof for drainage. He did not want those hoot owls to swoop and get my bunnies. I remember that it sleated one year, and he in the wee hours of the morning, went out there to get Mrs. Bunny and Mr. Wabbit. To his surprise, those bunnies had multiplied and there was more of them. He carried them all in the house his arms full and granny hollering what in the hell is all that and where do you think we are going to put them? He knew. He hooked up a space heater in the garage and brought that bunny hutch in. It was about this time that he decided after 30 years with the rail road, he needed to retire. I noticed a change in him. He began to drink. People knew it but at the time I was too young to realize what was happening. All I knew was suddenly there was no more following him around like a lost dog.
Then tragedy happened. My big lumbering lab, who loathed motorcycles, the ups man, and loud trucks and buses was out in the driveway with him one day. Grandpa had been a part of me getting this one. He even helped teach that dog how to dive in the lake after me. The lumbering doggie of 2 years heard the bus coming down the hill. He also spotted a wild rabbit and even though he slept with 2 rabbits at night, he went after this one BAM! right in front of that bus loaded with 5 year olds. She could not stop no way, and the dog did not know what hit him. Grandpa ran to see about him and it was too late. Gone was he. Grandpa did the only thing he knew to do. He lifted that dog into the back of the pick up and off to the vet they went. The vet said he was sorry but he suffered no pain. Grandpa brought him home and dug a hole and buried him. Gpa then proceed to get drunk and come get me from school 3 hours early. He told them that he thought it was 3 in the afternoon. It was only noon. Things were not as they are now. No way today would they have let me go with him in that condition but the administration let me go. I just remember my 3rd grade teacher telling me she loved me and that if I needed something to call the school. We got home and I laughed all the way home as he swerved and ziged and zaged all over the road. Looking back God is the only thing that saved us that day. He did not tell me until we got home what had happened and I cried. No more Chase. No more fun. The mail man came and Granny had a package to pick up. By this time Granny was home and not saying much to him. I just remember I had gone to sleep and I woke up to her yelling and begging him not to go. He did anyway. He was gone a long time that afternoon. Soon evening came and still no sign of him. About 10 that night, we heard a loud noise outside. It was a tow truck bringing what was left of the old bomb ( the truck) home. Gpa had already been to the hospital and had stitches in his forehead and arm. I just remember Granny and he going at it again. They yelled for what seemed like hours. My mom told me I was no longer allowed to ride with him unless she or Granny was with us. I did not understand at the time why but now I do.
Seasons past and I grew up and was into my sophomore year in high school. He had changed and had begun doing things that were not normal for him. Long story short, he had Alzheimer's. It was about the early fall when my Granny's sister called for help and her to come to Arizona. She went and she told me she was sorry to leave me with all this but she had to go and that she was only a phone call away. We put her on a plane and my life changed as well. Granny had put Gpa in diapers as he would soil himself. It was like raising a kid. I figured at 15 that since he had literally raised me, I could raise him. It was out of respect and dignity that I did. Mom was at work one afternoon and the rangers had an afternoon game. I sat on the couch with the old radio and turned it on. He snapped out of his delusion long enough to listen. He never said a word to me he just acted like he was drinking a beer and smoking the whole time, even though he was not. I just kept talking to him. That would be our last game together. He progressively got worse. One afternoon, something told me I had to leave school early. I managed to go and am glad I did. I came home and opened the door, as he was by himself. I instantly smelled smoke and could see it billowing in the laundry room. I got his attention and told him he had to get out. He just sat there and looked at me and told me to stop playing. I grabbed him and shoved him out onto the porch. The freezer in the laundry room had shorted out and was sparking. If I would have stayed at school I can only imagine. I am not sure to this day why, but I just remember being mad at him for not listening to me. I mean did he not understand and know what was happening? No he did not. The Fire department came and I had him back in the house in his rocker. I waited for them with the front door open as I called mom as well. She threatened me not to call Granny yet but I did. I came in and checked on him and he was squatted down digging in the chair. I asked him what he was doing well not that nice but you understand I was frustrated and scared, and he turned around and told me "I am gettin us worms to go fishing come on jenaroo we gotta go the bass are running." I humored him as the firemen came and we went fishing in the living room off of the coffee table. He even handed the firemen a beer or two and we went on. I do know he told them at one point that they better hush cause they were scaring the fish away. He even had a basket full of bass and a big old catfish. I will never forget this day. it is etched in my brain like a brand on the side of a cow. I did not know what else to do.
Thing go on and he gets worse. I had moved out and gotten married and had Blondie when the call came in that day. Granny was calling and begging me to come out. I told her I did not have the car so could she come get me and she told me no that Gpa was laying in the middle of the living-room floor and was refusing to go to the doctor. I told her to call the ambulance and I would be right there. I got there just as they were putting him in. I went to the hospital with them and the news was not good. He has suffered his first of many strokes. He went on living in a condition I never want to see anyone live in. I felt helpless as there was nothing anybody could do. I prayed for him to not be in pain and to just let go. Finally it happened. He went quietly and without incident. I was alone with him when it happened. I was 21 and had never really experienced death. I just know that the nurse was trying to comfort me and nothing would do.I know more about strokes and alzehimer's then most folks. I read all I could even though he was gone. I wanted to know what killed him and how to stop it. It is like a run away freight train that can not be stopped. Today we know more and I am certain if he would have survived we could have gotten him a lot more help.
See many many moons later, I have discovered that I married in some aspects my Gpa. Honeyboo works sun up to sun down then when he can comes home and works more. I follow him around like a lost dog most times. I look at honeyboo and think what a strong man who loves me no matter what, just like Gpa. Even though I may screw up and do things like running over the mailbox or moving something I should not I know they love me. Honeyboo, you are the second greatest man I know. I hope you live to be 100. Honeyboo does not drink and so far his memory has not slipped well ok but you know what I mean. And just like Gpa you are always building something from nothing for me......
smooches and night yall.......
Yes Jen there is a Santa Clause
Ok so call me uncreative, but yes I stole that line.. See the last few weeks the 7-11 runt who has now been renamed The Big Eskimo has been chatting with me alone in the stillness of the night oh I mean car about you guessed it FOOTBALL!!!!! Thank you God, Easter bunny, jack frost, and Santa and the Great Pumpkin. Well ok so do not get the pom poms out just yet but keep them close by. And if he ever finds out about this post most likely my life will be in jeopardy so if something happens to me and or the honeyboo, please check the contents of The Big Eskimo's stomach first then proceed with caution.
Today, he came out laughing from athletics. He had a grin that killed the cat. Oh you parents know that grin..... I got some song and dance but I know what it really was about. I was secretly hoping he got the nerve up to give that sweet little girl his number I mean if she is gonna write things like "HI you are my best friend" on his Spanish papers then she wants his number. Oh I lost my head let me find it ah there we go oh and yes Eskimo if you are reading this MOMMA KNOWS EVERYTHING well almost. So we chatted and he asked some questions, and mentioned a few uh things about "his team" and this and that. Oh I shall not bore one with the details just know that if you are a mom or you are "in tune" as they say then you know. But tonight as I was sitting outside watching honeyboo dig a hole no not for me or the "little people" or gma or the pack of barking rabbits, but finding the sprinkler, the Eskimo all but told on himself.
Yes the big Eskimo let the cat and the hamster and the fish and his crabs out of the box. Imagine my shear surprise and the joy I wanted to let out but I knew I could not. So this is how I am like Snoopy jumping for joy with a daisy in my hand. I just want to run and scream HALLELUJAH!!!!!!! THE FOOTBALL GODS HAVE SPOKEN AND ALL IS RIGHT IN THE WORLD.... but I have to remain calm cool and collected as best I can. Why even honeyboo got wind of the hamster and crab coming out. I know he wants to jump for joy too but he is well exhausted. Oh I have to save that story for another blog....
See it is not that we are living vicariously through the big Eskimo it is just we know what has brought him happiness and we as well have suffered right with him through all the rehab, and pain. He cried, I cried even though he never saw my tears I still did. And the big Eskimo is good at what he does. He needs to just wipe off the dirt and mud and get right back up and do it again. I mean the doctor has sworn to me on his head his own head thank you that the Eskimo's leg is virtually bionic and chances of it happening again are few and far between. He said equate it to being struck by lightening.
So with all this said even if he decides last minute at midnight that he no longer wants to do it FINE I will be just as happy. But I know he does.. Now I am going to have some chocolate cake and keep my joy contained as best I can and know how... So there is my Santa Clause......
Night ya'll
p.s.- I am dusting off the pom poms as we speak and getting the RIDER NATION shirt out of storage for one more go.........
Today, he came out laughing from athletics. He had a grin that killed the cat. Oh you parents know that grin..... I got some song and dance but I know what it really was about. I was secretly hoping he got the nerve up to give that sweet little girl his number I mean if she is gonna write things like "HI you are my best friend" on his Spanish papers then she wants his number. Oh I lost my head let me find it ah there we go oh and yes Eskimo if you are reading this MOMMA KNOWS EVERYTHING well almost. So we chatted and he asked some questions, and mentioned a few uh things about "his team" and this and that. Oh I shall not bore one with the details just know that if you are a mom or you are "in tune" as they say then you know. But tonight as I was sitting outside watching honeyboo dig a hole no not for me or the "little people" or gma or the pack of barking rabbits, but finding the sprinkler, the Eskimo all but told on himself.
Yes the big Eskimo let the cat and the hamster and the fish and his crabs out of the box. Imagine my shear surprise and the joy I wanted to let out but I knew I could not. So this is how I am like Snoopy jumping for joy with a daisy in my hand. I just want to run and scream HALLELUJAH!!!!!!! THE FOOTBALL GODS HAVE SPOKEN AND ALL IS RIGHT IN THE WORLD.... but I have to remain calm cool and collected as best I can. Why even honeyboo got wind of the hamster and crab coming out. I know he wants to jump for joy too but he is well exhausted. Oh I have to save that story for another blog....
See it is not that we are living vicariously through the big Eskimo it is just we know what has brought him happiness and we as well have suffered right with him through all the rehab, and pain. He cried, I cried even though he never saw my tears I still did. And the big Eskimo is good at what he does. He needs to just wipe off the dirt and mud and get right back up and do it again. I mean the doctor has sworn to me on his head his own head thank you that the Eskimo's leg is virtually bionic and chances of it happening again are few and far between. He said equate it to being struck by lightening.
So with all this said even if he decides last minute at midnight that he no longer wants to do it FINE I will be just as happy. But I know he does.. Now I am going to have some chocolate cake and keep my joy contained as best I can and know how... So there is my Santa Clause......
Night ya'll
p.s.- I am dusting off the pom poms as we speak and getting the RIDER NATION shirt out of storage for one more go.........
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Its raining, its pouring
And no the old man in the house is not snoring.... HAAAAAA...... See I have been in one of those "moods" for about a week now... I can be sassy and off the wall when I am like this and it is coming out nicely... Not that there is anything wrong with my sassyness but it is a switch from my deep side... I just get well deep sometimes..
As most of you know the last several months have been a challenge.. I am now at a place in my uh well my growing up that I have learned that it is the way it be sometimes.. Yes I know the grammar here would make Dr. Battles cringe..... But that is me and I am taking me back.. No more gloominess just not happening nope not now... And I have learned that you just no matter how much duct tape you use can not fix stupid and stupid people... That is right you just can not... Trust me darling I have tried.. EPIC FAIL.........
So here I sit listening to the thunder and rain and watching the lighting. Wondering what tomorrow brings... And answering who this is and that is on my facebook page... HA honeyboo is a funny one.... See what prompted me to get out of my uh if you will funk was someone has been talking about me and well it got back to me... I took them off my page and now they are upset with me.. I do not care... It is my page and I will do with it what I want.. But through the course of this, I also thought long and hard about who I truly want on there and you can again if you will call it growing pains.... I have discovered a few new things about little ole sweet tart me lately... and that is just how it be.....And i miss sweet tart little ole me.....
Now it is snuggle time with the honeyboo and a flick..... see ya.....
As most of you know the last several months have been a challenge.. I am now at a place in my uh well my growing up that I have learned that it is the way it be sometimes.. Yes I know the grammar here would make Dr. Battles cringe..... But that is me and I am taking me back.. No more gloominess just not happening nope not now... And I have learned that you just no matter how much duct tape you use can not fix stupid and stupid people... That is right you just can not... Trust me darling I have tried.. EPIC FAIL.........
So here I sit listening to the thunder and rain and watching the lighting. Wondering what tomorrow brings... And answering who this is and that is on my facebook page... HA honeyboo is a funny one.... See what prompted me to get out of my uh if you will funk was someone has been talking about me and well it got back to me... I took them off my page and now they are upset with me.. I do not care... It is my page and I will do with it what I want.. But through the course of this, I also thought long and hard about who I truly want on there and you can again if you will call it growing pains.... I have discovered a few new things about little ole sweet tart me lately... and that is just how it be.....And i miss sweet tart little ole me.....
Now it is snuggle time with the honeyboo and a flick..... see ya.....
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