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Redneck Love Poem

2012-02-07T22:19:00.000-05:00

A little love month humor to bring a smile or two :)

Redneck Love Poem

Collards is green

my dog's name is Blue

and I'm so lucky

to have a sweet thang like you.

Yore hair is like cornsilk

a-flapping in the breeze

Softer than Blue's

and without all them fleas.

You move like the bass,

which excite me in May.

You ain't got no scales

but I luv you anyway.

Yo're as satisfy'n as okry

jist a-fry'n in the pan.

Yo're as fragrant as "snuff"

right out of the can.

You have som'a yore teeth,

for which I am proud;

I hold my head high

when we're in a crowd.

On special occasions,

when you shave under yore arms,

well, I'm in hawg heaven,

and awed by yore charms.

Still them fellers at work,

they all want to know,

what I did to deserve

such a purdy, young doe.

Like a good roll of duct tape

yo're there fer yore man,

to patch up life's troubles

and fix what you can.

Yo're as cute as a junebug

a-buzzin' overhead.

You ain't mean like those far ants

I found in my bed.

Cut from the best cloth

like a plaid flannel shirt,

you spark up my life

more than a fresh load of dirt.

When you hold me real tight

like a padded gunrack,

my life is complete;

Ain't nuttin' I lack.

Yore complexion, it's perfection,

like the best vinyl sidin'.

despite all the years,

yore age, it keeps hidin'.

Me 'n' you's like a Moon Pie

with a RC cold drank,

we go together

like a skunk goes with stank.

Some men, they buy chocolate

for Valentine's Day;

They git it at Wal-Mart,
it's romantic that way.

Some men git roses

on that special day

from the cooler at Kroger.

"That's impressive," I say.

Some men buy fine diamonds

from a flea market booth.

"Diamonds are forever,"

they explain, suave and couth.

But for this man, honey,

these won't do.

Cause yo're too special,

you sweet thang you.

So I got you a gift,

without taste nor odor,

more useful than diamonds...

IT'S A NEW TROLLIN' MOTOR!!

-- Unknown

p.s. If you have ever had a redneck relative (blood related or by marriage) , that was much older, and looked like one of the gentlemen (losely named) from the movie Deliverance call you "sweet thang," welll, that part of the poem might make you shiver and gag a little in the middle of your laugh. True story. :)

Technology Challenged

2012-01-31T20:13:00.001-05:00

I thought I was stepping up in the world of technology when hubs gifted me with a tablet for Christmas. Notice it is is the eve of February and this is the first post.

Still under the Christmas banner.

Well... my computer is in the shop. My work computer does not have a current enough browser. Annnd this tablet would not let me upload a photo for anything. Even though it automatically downloaded every single picture I have ever posted on the blog. Every single one! I have looked twice for a blogger app in the app market.

So I decided to do a different post. This one. Without a picture. Just randomness. Then while grumbling to myself, I decided I could NOT be the only person trying to blog with a tablet, I rearranged my search words a bit and found a post, in which a blogger app was mentioned. I checked out the app market again. Nope.

I Google blogger app.

BINGO!

And here I visit you, by way of a blogger app on a tablet. So this will be short, but it looks like a picture attached, not placed where I would like, but there. Down below. Two feat of snow.

Now, if I can get my computer back so I can change the header....and not do this chicken peck typing...but until then SMILES!!!

Good Tiding To You All!

2011-12-23T11:03:00.000-05:00

"...And with true love

and

brotherhood

Each other now embrace;

this holy tide of Christmas

Doth bring redeeming grace"

Merry Christmas!

One Hundred One

2011-12-19T08:29:00.000-05:00

In May she will be 102.

But she fell Saturday and then again Sunday. She is now in the hospital, speaking to my grandfather that passed away 16 years ago. She thinks the son that is alive is dead...her mind is skewed.

She has been living on her own, limited sight and little appetite and not much ability to get around. 1600 miles away, we hear two different stories as to why she is still living on her own. But family dynamics make knowing the truth a hurdle too large to attempt. The divide has been too great. To question is taboo.

My son looked at me, when I smiled and pushed back the tears, and asked, "are you sad, mom?" (with a puzzled look). I found it hard to explain to him something he has yet to experience. Something I have not experienced much. How do you explain that while I do not wish for my grandother to suffer, while I realize she cannot do anything that she once loved and while the idea of sitting listening to a tv all day, by herself, is depressing, there is still sadness at the prospect of death. I finally came to the realization that the saddness is wrapped up in a chapter closing. A final chapter in her book. At least this volume.

In my case, it is sad that family relations were what they were, and are, but I don't take on those regrets with quilt, because our family dynamics are shared by every member. And try as one might, many situations are going to be what they are going to be and we learn to find the little treasures of enjoyment where they may be.

I managed to call and catch my grandma home and awake a few months ago. It was the most pleasant conversation we had had in a while. Not the practiced safe topics conversations, but in this one, she seemed truly delighted and giddy. She laughed and talked away unabandoned. I treasure that conversation. Last week my Aunt sent out Christmas cards for my grandma. A picture of her now and picture of her as a young adult. One of my favorite pictures of my grandmother when she was young. I sent a card sharing the memories that that peice of mail brought back , sitting on the floor with her looking through all her pictures, over and over...I hope it did arrive last week as it should have.

This morning we are waiting to hear from family how the night went. I can't say there is not anxiety in the wait, and tears at the thought of her waking up confused, somewhere with unfamiliar sounds and smells and shadows and with people that she does not know. Then again, she might wake this morning in glory...all troubles erased, all pains eased and all at peace.

Thematic Photo 174: Seeing Red

2011-12-08T15:03:00.001-05:00

And the photo theme this week is RED... wanna join in the fun?

Go HERE

I see red

In the sea

and over yonder in the tree

(enlarge to see the red across the water)

I see red

behind a fence

In the sky

and even

while someone sends a text

There is red in being silly

and some more red in Philly

Red encased in ice

and on a back wall when I raised my eyes...

On the ground

and in the excitement of a crowd

...on the road? under a roof?

Finding red didn't make me fuss, I even found it on the front of a bus

And if we may, a glass of red at the end of the day

The End

Advent Week Two - Peace

2011-12-05T20:27:00.000-05:00

The Nativity Carnival hosted by Kerry - Thank you!

Peace… Or at least at our church, that is the order we are following. While visiting around the Nativity Carnival and various sites, I have noticed that not all follow the same order of Hope, Peace, Joy and Love. I like that they do not. It helps to remind me not to become to rigid in the process, which would in turn, take the focus from what I am desiring to focus on.

Peace during this month is a concept that cracks me up, with all the seasons hurry, scurry of activities and demands. But, when I become still; when I focus on God, on the amazing, on the mysterious, on the gift, that feeling of peace comes over me.

I can honestly say, I have been a pendulum with that in the past few days. I suppose a pendulum is better than being stuck on the frantic, bah hum bug, that I have, in the past, arrived at.

Last week, I finished up Traveler’s gift box. I do not have a good track record of gifting Traveler with gifts that meet expectations. I decided to add a count down toChristmas, and the idea stuck to me like cooked sticky white rice. I really wanted to do an Advent/ count down to place in her box. Something to maybe keep Christmas in her world in a way that might be unique and add a daily gift. A little bit of home in her new home.

A Christmas Tree.

Some Garland.

A few goodies to open through out the month.

An Advent Countdown.

Bits of fun. Bits of scripture. Bits of service.

I hope she likes it, it should arrive today. But, back to the peace, I won’t allow myself to worry about the reception the box receives. I will focus on the One I need to be focused on and be at peace.

"Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you.

I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled,

and do not let them be afraid."

-- John 14:27

Thematic Photographic 173: Flash of Color

2011-11-30T20:35:00.000-05:00

The Host, Carmi at Written Inc.

Flash of Color makes me think of brightness in maybe a not so bright time...in this case fall. Last November I tagged along with Hubs to Houston. While he went to class, I played. As I got lost one day (sorta) I had turned to head back into downtown Houston, and too see if I could figure out their China Town. As I approached a traffic light I noticed some art to the right.

With the silver grey skyline behind it. All the pavement. The grey skies and the silver/grey cars...well this was a flash of color and I had to snap a picture. Unique considering all of its surroundings.

(do click on the picture to make it bigger and see Ms Green vogueing)

While in Texas, we also hit a couple Mexican restaurants. In one, color was everywhere!

So here is the second Flash of Color ...

An Early Gift

2011-11-26T10:12:00.002-05:00

The other night, as I was surfing through various blogs about Advent, Demolition D came in to sit and talk. I am so enjoying the times he sits and visits – it is so nice.

As he talked he brought up Christmas, planning and then talking about Christmases past. His girlfriend is the daughter of two doctors. Her world and our world are different. I would imagine, at another time in history, she would not have been allowed to date my child – being from different economic worlds. But they have now dated over 2 years, and from my perspective, the only issues that have arisen from the financial differences is the sometimes flack Demolition D has given me.
As he was talking, though, he said, “The way they do Christmas and the way we do is so different.”
I responded with an, “oh?”
Demo D, “yes, they are really different, but you know, I like our way better…”
Me, “and why is that” (I don’t make my questions too very long)
Demo D, “well they get ALL these presents, like 20 from her mom, then 20 from her dad, and then the grandparents (20 is probably a little of an embellishment). It is all about the presents. We get presents and all, but there is more to our Christmas then that. Their’s is so material.”
Me, “you really think so?”
We went on talking about gift giving and some of the issues that arise and ways to simplify and yet be thoughtful, when he again brought up last Christmas, “like last year when Carrots (fake name) asked what I wanted for Christmas. I didn’t really want anything, and some of what I would have liked was not the type of stuff you ask other people for.”
“So I told her just make me something. Just do something creative. Her and Peas (fake name, and Carrots son ;)) made that Star ornament for me. I have it still hanging on my bulletin board. I think it was one of the best Christmas presents I got last year. I don’t think I will ever get rid of that gift.”
So as I had been reading about Advent traditions, and wondering what traditions we could add to add back that magical feel of Christmas, I was given an early Christmas gift. It seems maybe I didn’t miss the mark after all…

When they had heard the king, they departed; and, lo, the star, which they saw in the east, went before them, till it came and stood over where the young child was.

Matthew 2:9

(not my image...)

Enjoy more stories, recipes, traditions...more Advent at Kerry's Nativity Carnival (and link up your traditions too!)

Nary A Lump . . .

2011-11-24T20:04:00.003-05:00

I received this email and just had to share!

Hope all have had a great day and made sweet memories . . .

Twas the night of thanksgiving,

But i just couldn't sleep.

I tried counting backwards,

I tried counting sheep.

The leftovers beckoned -

The dark meat and white,

But i fought the temptation

With all of my might.

Tossing and turning with anticipation,

The thought of a snack became infatuation.

So, i raced to the kitchen, flung open the door, and gazed at the fridge, full of goodies galore.

Gobbled up turkey and buttered potatoes, pickles and carrots, beans and tomatoes.

I felt myself swelling so plump and so round, 'til all of a sudden, i rose off the ground.

I crashed through the ceiling, floating into the sky, with a mouthful of pudding and a handful of pie.

But, i managed to yell as i soared past the trees....

Happy eating to all - pass the cranberries, please.

May your stuffing be tasty,

May your turkey be plump.

May your potatoes 'n gravy have nary a lump.

May your yams be delicious.

May your pies take the prize,

May your thanksgiving dinner stay off of your thighs!!

Yes, The Week of Gratitude and Thanksgiving

2011-11-23T08:31:00.003-05:00

I would have to say, the mellowness of this song does not match my feelings, but I love it!

I enjoy the shades of color and feelings gratitude can take on. I think mine, this year, matches the bright

oranges, yellows and reds of all the leaves.

I am thankful for the color that has lasted so long,

and for the rain, so desperately needed, that will

wash the colors down and away.

I am thankful for all that we always give thanks for this time of year:

family, friends, jobs, homes and food on the table.

But I have had fun this week, trying to be thankful in all things,

to take in the world around me a little more.

I have not been completely successful, but I have succeeded also.

Yesterday, I had such a simple experience, but yet it was joyful too.

As I pumped gas, having noticed a couple gas stations .10 lower than

the stations near home (thankful), a lady on the other side asked me

how far to the interstate. I had to think, and am not sure how right I was,

but she was thankful when I said 20-25 miles, she said she was tired.

I noticed then, the tag on her car. Oregon. Oregon to south Georgia??

So I asked about the distance she had traveled, and she shared some of her

story(thankful). She retired in September, and had been on the road since October.

Making her way to a family members home, in Florida, for Thanksgiving.

She had zig zagged her way, by herself, across the states, and now was

less than a day away.

She said she was visiting the relative and then going to Peru. I took a chance,

and hoped I was not intruding, and asked about Peru. She wants to live

in South America for awhile. She named a couple places she is considering,

knowing which were open in heart and soul, to accepting "outsiders."

It was a quick conversation, but she made me smile. I am thankful for those

that can step away from what they know and enter adventures such as that.

I am thankful for the independence and courage that some possess and inspire

the rest of us, who may not have it. I am thankful that she shared a snippet of her

story with a complete stranger. Because I loved her adventure...funny how something

so simple and not necessarily out of the normal can bring enjoyment.

There were many more "thankful moments" yesterday, and the day before, and

the day before that. I am sure there will be plenty today... I just hope to remember

to breath deep and take them in and keep my savoring for those moments,
more than for the pies and cakes and casseroles tomorrow...

Happy Thanksgiving To You All!!

"And whatsoever ye do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God and the Father by him."
Colossians 3:17

Advent

2011-11-15T20:49:00.000-05:00

Growing up, I had never heard the term Advent.

I was completely grown and had experienced the Christmas season in several different churches. Yet, advent was not a part of any of them. And I really don’t know the history behind it. Is an advent calendar the same or is it different than counting down to Christmas?

I don’t know if this tradition is exclusive to just a few denominations, the church I attend has included this tradition in every Christmas season that I have attended (8 years), or not, but it seems like I see more and more on it.

So this year, I am learning more. I am seeking to see if a tradition can be added to our personal experience during the Christmas season, rather than just Sundays with the lighting of the candles. And I have to say, this has been an interesting topic.

Turns out the season of Advent goes back to the early church, 1st and 2nd century. While an exact date is not actually known, the traditions can be traced back to this time. Early Christian's focus during this season was:

Remember the coming of the Son of God to earth in human form as a babe in the manger
The coming of Jesus into the lives and hearts and actions of those that accepted Him as their Savior
The future coming when Jesus will return to the earth as a king - "O come, O come, Emmanuel

Many traditions have evolved over the centuries, in various regions, that aided in keeping the reason for the season, the reason. At the same time, most Western Churches ceased to practice or observe the tradition, thus the reason for this seeming so foreign to me - I had attended those that did not. While the church I attend now does, I came in not at the beginning of a new tradition but one that was already established and one that I did not fully understand. I thought it was just something unique and creative to this church, not knowing it was set in a very long tradition for many Christians.

Candles and wreaths and calendars...I did have a calendar growing up, and I do remember the paper chains. I don't remember them having any symbolism beyond a day closer to the receiving of gifts and the jolly, rosy cheeked chap that would sneak in during the night to leave wonderful things kids dream of.

But now, I wish I had known more about the season of Advent as Advent. I wish so many churches had not turned away from the Advent tradition. What a great way to guide families through the hustle and bustle of the season while showing clearly where the joy, anticipation, caring, and giving (not necessarily materially, not necessarily not) should be centered.

Searching through the stories and traditions is giving me what I needed this season. A lighted path to what I hope to add to our Christmas season days over the next month.

Do you observe Advent? Do you have a personal tradition that is considered an Advent tradition?

Wordless Wednesday - Trees

2011-11-08T23:17:00.001-05:00

Through the Woods

2011-11-08T08:23:00.002-05:00

I have embarked on a journey.

A slow one. I am not very far from the warmth of what I know.

My journey is taking me away from what has been the norm for Christmas celebrations.

It is slow because I just don’t know how to maneuver my way to this new destination I so desire. At the same time, there is much of what I know that I do not want to leave behind. The lights. The wrappings. The colors. The sounds. Ahhhh So sometimes the journey seems to hit a wall.

Several weeks ago I was hit with how close the Christmas season was. Dread washed over me. I have kept the decorations somewhat simple the past couple years.

But that is not where the drain is.

I hear that Christmas music has already started. But I have not tuned in, yet. See I like Christmas music. That is not the drain.

I noticed Hallmark Channel begins its holiday marathon on Christmas movies on November 5^th (might be sooner, that is just the first one I NOTICED). I have to say I truly enjoyed all the new movies Hallmark had on last year. But I will not tune in quite yet. Again, not really the drain.

The drain has come from many years of trying to meet that expectation that sometimes comes with the season. The gifts!

Disappointment from others has added its barb. Somehow the idea that Christmas is about meeting a wish list has trumped the real joy of giving: being simple and thoughtful. I too have inflicted a few barbs on myself. How do you gift someone who has so much? Or how do you gift someone that buys what they need when they need it? Or once I decide, I second guess whether they will like it. Do you gift them by donating to those who really do have a need? Not necessarily…

Then there is the whole focus of the season. The commercial aspect has become the major vein of the season. And I have perpetrated that version year after year after year. I want to celebrate Christmas to share the joy of the God I so believe in. That has given so much to me. That has so much to give everyone.

So the spot I found myself in last year and again this year is, how do you give, spread joy and most importantly, share the Good News! (and keep the fun magical aspects of it: decorations, wrappings, visits, good food).

Last year I did take one initial step: No one is to ask me what I want. My feelings on this is: if creativity and simplicity fail to elicit a fun or simple or heartfelt gift, please, by all means, make a donation to a charity in my name! I really have all I need and I don’t really want for anything. I don’t wish for anyone to buy something for me for the sake of buying something. And definitely no store gift cards. I think those are great for young adults who are setting out on their own or on a tight budget. But if we are all going to just be exchanging gift cards, let’s end this and keep our own money and make a donation.

This year I remain adamant: if you have to ask, please skip me.

While I was dreading all this way too early, I did start buying. And wrapping. Ok, ok, ok. That sounds a little silly so early, but it was the best thing I could have decided for my mood.

With Traveler now living in another state. Her gifts will be mailed. Last year was the first, and we saw a great appreciation for the thought behind the gift. For the gifts from those far away. The gifts were not elaborate. The Man wrapped up a dozen Cow Tails, since that is one of her favorite candies. Gloves, an ice scraper, a gas card. Other family members placed items in the box. She really seemed to appreciate the box. The appreciation was much different and much more sincere then Christmases in the past.

So this year, I have bought a small counter top size tree, a string of lights and garland, and we will add a few more goodies to the box. We had to “build” a box to fit – and that is done. And full of Christmas glitter. More little wrapped goodies will be added and the box will be sent the first week of December. This did wonders for my attitude! The excitement and fun of putting together a goodie box: fabulous. It has taken away from my Bah Hum Bug mood and I am having so much fun! The proven: giving is best.

But I am still wanting to find a way to make Christmas about more than the gift hunt and gift receiving. I want to get the focus more about the wonders of God and his provisions and love and expressing that to others. How do you do that when your kids are about grown (or grown)? What can be added into the routine that will begin to feel normal and not be a trying too hard move?

Which leads me to: what traditions or what new activities do you have that ease this hectic season? That balance the expectation with the peace? The giving with the receiving? The reaching beyond our own little world? How do you put it all together so all can be magical?

Can't wait to hear . . .

Ochlockonee

2011-11-03T09:50:00.000-04:00

I forgot to mention in the last post, in addition to the butterflys, there were Eagle nest in several spots.

While I watched as much for an eagle as I did the squirrel, we were either late or still too early for the migration. But the picture above, in the distance, in the top of the tree in the center, no leaves but there sat the nest.

Have you ever wondered about signs? That one above caught my eye. Not that I have not seen Handicap Parking signs EVERYWHERE! But it was the fine that caught my attention. $138.50? I asked the park ranger about how the fee was determined. Naturally, he did not know, since it was decided by others. But really, $138.50? Why not $140? or better yet, just make it an easy $150...

If you look closely you can see the ripples on the water. The wind was amazing! You could walk 100 feet from the water and there was virtually no wind at all. The sun was quite warm and shorts and tanks were needed. But walk near the water? A jacket was needed to help keep warm. At one point, on the river this one runs into, it was whitecapping to the point, it looked like a mini ocean.

(dates are all wrong, not sure what my son's camera is set on)

The area was just right for several kinds of fishing. The gentleman above was a volunteer from Alabama, volunteering 30 hours a year to this particular park. He was resetting the crab trap, he had caught over 20 at that point. I am sure a great dinner was had by all the volunteers when he fed them.

The area, if you are skillful enough, was an inland spot for catching shrimp too. Will and The Man tried this, I think, but no luck. But to take a trip with a teenager and see smiles? That is worth a ship full of shrimp!

Now the grin here? Well see those two shirts in the background? Well, one he wore the day we left. The other was the only other shirt he packed! Luckily as he search his backpack, he had not thoroughly cleaned it out and found this wonderful camo outfit (Ha!). Annnnd, he learned how to wash his shirts by hand! Who says we weren't roughing it...some.

After fishing from the kayak and The Man casting the net from the dock, the final catch was:

1 Eel (catch and release plan ;))

3 catfish

3 mullett

Time to grub. Well, actually time to clean fish first!

If you are looking for a spot to camp in the Panhandle area, this one was great! Now, I am not sure I would want to take this on between May and August, but fall, winter and spring should be just right!

Photo Adventures, Oakland Cemetery

2011-10-31T14:38:00.001-04:00

Last December I gave myself a gift from husband (you follow that right?) . It was a voucher to learn more about photography and my camera with a company called Southeast Photo Adventures.

Well somehow, this year has flown by FAST, not unlike the past decade of them. But I found myself running out of time to use my voucher. I picked a couple dates and a couple classes, expecting them to be possibly full.

The dates I picked were not full. In fact I was the only one trying to register for them. And if it came time for the class and I was the only one, the class would be cancelled. BUT, there was a class that Sunday (Oct 23) I could join. This was on Saturday. October 22. The day before. Not a big deal, except this was in Atlanta. I live over a 150 miles south of Atlanta. That makes it a 3 hour trip there. A three hour trip back.

What to do, what to do. Shoot, all the things that are left undone will still be undone and the world will not end. And then again, if it does, oh well!

So on Sunday, after church, I headed off to Atlanta. This photo adventure would be a hands on experience in the Oakland Cemetery in Atlanta. A definite adventure.

I had taken a few minutes to Google the Cemetery and found out it is a happening place. There tours and special events all the time. The day before there had a been a "run like heck" marathon or half marathon. The weekend before, there had been a benefit walk with a zombie theme.

As we entered the cemetery I was amazed at all the folks sporting high tech cameras, many shooting at the same spot. Not sure if it too was a class or a modeling agency - do they have a multitude of photographers for one shoot?

As we made our way through the cemetery, I enjoyed what I always enjoy about the big cities:

the rustic and modern colliding. To the left of the picture below was the Marta system and downtown skyscrapers. I love the crooked headstones and brick building in the back and the old rusted water tower.

And still, seeing those in costume roam the lanes in and out and the photographers, well, all seemed somewhat surreal too!

While I was being taught about my camera, and instructed about lighting and angels and polorized lenses.

I realized an afternoon with a guide through this history would be amazing. I can only begin to imagine the stories behind many of these tombstones. The above, of the girl angel, was a part of a pair of tombstones. The other was her brother, my picture of him did not turn out well - the sky lovely, he, a little blurred. And a broken wing.

I imagine hearing the stories would be like stepping back in time. As we entered the Jewish burial ground, three ladies walked by. I don't believe it was three generations represented, but possibly. Completely based on assumption, I assumed they were on their way to pay their respects to the memory of a loved one. Their shoes, their stockings, their coats - everything had a vintage appeal to it. But nothing about them seemed to be part of the halloween costumed clan that we had been seeing frequently.

While at certain moments I almost felt bad enjoying taking pictures in the cemetery, I knew no disrespect was intended. And having made the journey back home, I am thinking this might just be a trip with hubs one day. The instructor, Travis, shared a few stories as we made our way through. Stories he had learned from books he had purchased after his curiosity was piqued. I have visited the website again, and there are now cell phone guided tours (cool!). There are music events. Stories of love, of politics, of religion, of pride, of family, of evil. It is all there. And there is one section that, I imagine, is absolutely beautiful in the spring. Might just give the botanical gardens a run for their money.

Ochlockonee River State Park: A Quick Fall Trip

2011-10-30T20:57:00.001-04:00

I can't believe November is here, knocking at the door!

And I can't believe how busy and all the quick trips that we have accomplished...

One of the latest? Fall break and a camping and kayaking and resting all rolled up into one neatly packaged trip. Fewer hiccups in this camping trip than the one in June. Yay!

This time, it was a two car trip. The Man driving me and one kayak in the van. Will following with our Tin Can and the Kayak. I wasn't quick enough to click some of the more intersting sites on the road, but a gas station stop did let me check out this very PINK car. I just don't think I could ride around in a Barbie Doll pink car, even when I absolutely adored Barbies ...

Ochlockonee River State Park was a new site for us. We have headed North for years now, but for this trip we headed South. South of Tallahasee to check this campground out.

We set up the tin the can and started unloading. This time, we tried something new - without a screen on the the front window, it makes a great portal for placing one of the kayaks (I do believe both would fit).

In reading about the area, I learned that just a bit futher south , is a site called Bald Pointe State Park. In the fall that area finds itself the stopping ground for Bald Eagles and Butterflies. While we did not make it to that park, I did find butterflies in abundance where we were stopped.

But this park too, had its drawing points, nicely sitting between two rivers, salt water rivers, which rose and fell with the tide (the Gulf of Mexico but a few mile away),

it is also home to white squirrels. They are not albino squirrels, but truly white squirrels

So I found myself watching right off the bat for these pale rodents.

SQUIRREL.....

and he was spotted!

I love the "short" twisted trees. Twist created by wind and natures elements.

Yellows...

... Purples and

SQUIRREL!!

He had an itch!

Kayaking: Wind plus Kayaks = Quite a workout.

SQUIRREL!!

I suppose that is all for now... I do have more to share, but I will save that for another day!

In the meantime . . .

SQUIRREL!!!

Guess he wanted a bath...notice the soap ;)

Smiles!

Shhh/...Wordless Wednesday,Off For Fishing

2011-10-12T01:52:00.000-04:00

Have You Seen This?

2011-09-22T12:27:00.000-04:00

Washington could not lie...

2011-09-20T12:47:00.000-04:00

I was just thinking the other day, “why can’t I blog anymore?? Where have the words gone??” Then life hands me a moment.

Words about honesty….

The Man is participating in his second season of Cross Country. He has complained less about aches and pains this year and has seemed more eager to get to practice.

On a personal note here: working in an office again and his cross country practice is a bit tiresome. No coming home and just settling in in the evening. I know, blah, blah, blah, me and at least half the other moms of America. {{wink wink}}.

I have noticed this year, more practices running later than normal. More corporal punishment because of folks cheating ( cutting off some of the turns on the course). More talking when the coach has asked for silence of voices and for ears to hear.

Saturday, I followed the bus to an invitational in Bainbridge, GA. I like this course. It winds through a Christmas tree farm that is home to a few peacocks and a pumpkin patch. And a few hills on the road that the runners are not fond of.

After The Man finished running, instead of riding the bus home, he drove me back home.

Last night at church, The Man heard from a friend, who is also on the school team, that there had been discussion of cutting on the practice track again Friday. This time The Man had been named as the culprit. The Man was quite undone when he came home from church, worrying about this. Worring about being kicked off the team.

I asked, “did you cut on Friday?” He said no. He said no without any of the tell tale signs of a story. No sheepish grin, no antsy behavior (which intensifies with him when a story is being told). So yes, I believed him.

This afternoon, we are at home and I asked if he had a chance to speak to the coach. He said he had and the coach said that he could stay on the team, and would need to run Thursday at the next meet, but could not wear his uniform.

I was confused, why the punishment? So I asked again about cutting on the practice run. He said he didn't, but the coach also asked him if he had EVER cut in practice. He told him he had cut before. So, while team members in the past, who have cut, have been punished at practice, with everyone, the coach is tired and implemented a new punishment. The Man will not run as a team member for the next two races at least.

Two different times that The Man was on a fence, what decision to make.

The first: Tired and sore; to cut or not.
He chose wrong. He did not do right.
No one saw, and if he had been caught, the punishment at that time would have been extra laps.

The second: A direct question about a past decision; to lie or not lie.
He chose the right. He told the truth.
His punishment is more severe at this time. His punishment won't be bundled in with any other team members that chose wrong. His punishment will be one he will have to answer to again: "why are you out of uniform?"

While I am disappointed in his first decision, I am proud of his second decision, even if my heart hurts a little for him.

The post title?

I am different from Washington; I have a higher, grander standard of principle. Washington could not lie. I can lie, but I won't. ~Mark Twain

The truth will set you free, but first it will make you miserable. --Jim Davis

In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act. --George Orwell

I hope The Man will always, in the future, choose the revolutionary act ...

Devil's Falls - Cheaha State Park

2011-08-15T06:30:00.000-04:00

So far on the trip we had encountered the steepest roads in our airstream expereince, conquered leveling the camper, experienced a mini flood inside the camper, endured the heat of a hike that ended in a pitiful waterfall.

So now, time for just fun.

But wait, not quite yet. Between day two and day three there was an abrupt awakening during the night. I had been bit. On my stomach. I laid there for several minutes thinking that that was not it. But as the burning continued my mind wandered back to earlier in the day - BLACK WIDOW.

I got up and went back to the bathroom mirror and took a look. Yes, I was bit. I woke up Will. For two reasons: 1) in case the spider was still alive and well in the bed; 2) in case it was a black widow at least he would know and if I started acting weird or foaming at the mouth (I don't think that is actually a symptom) he would know what was going on.

We studied the sheets, no spider. But we pulled them off and shook them out anyway. By the time all the comotion was over and we were settling back in to try to go to sleep, enough time had lapsed, that we felt comfortable that it was not a Black Widow bite (it did take nearly two weeks to heal).

So day 3 meant another hike. This time to another set of falls.

Let me say, the day dawned beautiful! The ride to the entrance of the trail was amazing. The entrance to the trail (after the trash that rude people left laying),refreshing.

Francie hurried to the rocks and hopped around before stepping into the water. We were still pleasantly surprised.

This is the beginning of this section of the trail to the falls. Isn't it lush?!?

It seemed this path was mostly up hill. Most of the way shady, but then it opened up into a dry, rocky section with a nice, steep fall to the right.

And then:

We could hear voices and laughter..

The falls, with a swimming hole, with locals enjoying.

When you arrived at the rocks to the left in the above picture, and turned to look away

from the pool below, this is what you saw:

Crystal clear

Cool water

Beautiful trees

As we walked around taking it all in, we were approached by one of the local swimmers.

He asked, "y'all bin hawkin?"

Loogy was the first thing that came to mind.

And being a southern lady (cough), I don't do loogies!

But I did not say that, believing I had heard him wrong,

so I ever so politely said, "I'm sorry, what did you say"

again, "y'all bin hawkin?!?"

I gave him a puzzled look and he repeated himself again, but pointed, this time,

to the trail we had arrived on.

"ohhhhh, hiking! Yes, you could say that"

(In a really we are out of shape 1.5 in and 1.5 out might be the death of us sorta hiking)

We left the congested area went up above that fall you see above.

Funny how with a little more "hawking" and the sound of water, all the noise of

others can be drowned out. We found ourselves in the most serene, peaceful setting.

Sometimes, tough beginnings, or those wrenches, or hurdles, whatever one chooses to call them, lend way to a more pleasant time. I am glad that we did not let the heat, or bugs, or spiders, or.... stop us in our tracks.

We were refreshed at that spot, the name so suitable for the time leading up to that moment - Devil's falls. All the "devilish" details fell away . . .

http://youtu.be/HrQMsGjrwiA

Smiles!

Eighteen

2011-08-11T10:54:00.000-04:00

Eighteen years. Wow – what a journey. So glad to be on it. . .

Is it wrong to think of your child’s birthday as your birthday too?

I am thinking it is appropriate. I have not felt it this strongly before – but this 18^th celebration of life has struck that cord.

A beautiful melody is being played. A sentimental tune ending in an upbeat strumming of what is to come.

Eighteen

Society and tradition have deemed it a passage to the next phase of life. While that is skewed in today’s setting, some rites of passage remain. Some new responsibilities present themselves. New opportunities.

I suppose you could say, when looking back, each year a been a new opportunity for me too. Each year I have grown because of him. I have learned, loved, yelled, pondered. But each experience has not only had an impact on who he is and who he will become, but God has used him to continue to make me who I am, molding me, chiseling away parts that were not suppose to be there or were too rough. Building up muscle where I was too soft. Seeing a bigger picture. Experiencing frustrations, disappointments, confusion and most of all joy and a love beyond human understanding.

So happy birthday to Demolition D (and happy birthday to me too...)

Cheaha State Park - Day 2

2011-08-10T12:52:00.001-04:00

What I thought would be posted in a matter of a few days turned into weeks. A quick trip that sure has taken awhile to post about! The first post is here...

This was our first camping trip with the Land Yacht where we had running water and electricity. The other trips we have taken were affectionately called “boondocking.” We took our own water, went when the temps were comfortable and ran the rig off the battery it houses.

Luckily as we emerged from our air conditioned pod, the morning was much more comfortable than the previous evening. We enjoyed a slow beginning. A late breakfast. A few friendly fellow campers short stop/visits. As Will was grilling, one passerby stopped to talk. As he was talking he noticed something on the grill. We had a visitor: A black widow spider. SPLAT!

We loaded up furry and headed to one of the hiking trails that would take us to one of several waterfalls.

Turns out humans are not the only ones that can get out of shape. Francie did great on her first hiking trip. Well, once she quit trying to drag us along. And then once we got past practically dragging her once she was tired...

We had prepared ourselves for a chance of no water falling. We were not sure if this part of Alabama had been in the same type of drought conditions home was.

You know, a mile and a half on a trail sure does not feel the same as a mile and half in the neighborhood...

A mile and half in we found the falls.And the water was running low.

Hot and a little disappointed at the lack of a beautiful, cold, clean pool of water, we hopped around on the rocks some.

Found one snake (harmless) and one artifact.

And found out that, if hot enough, our bath hating water hating dog, can appreciate it. She stepped into an area with water and laid down right in the middle of it.

Next up: Devil's Falls

Smiles!

FIFTEEN!

2011-07-18T09:13:00.000-04:00

The Man, my youngest, turned 15 yesterday. I think this next Saturday is when it will really hit me – when I take him to test for his learner’s permit to drive. Will he pass? Will HE be the one behind the wheel as we leave the DMV?

Will took him on a fishing trip the end of last week. Down to the gulf and out into the rolling waves.

After three Spanish Mackerels, one King Mackerel, one shark and much of the time laying down, The Man jumped into helping clean the boat, once all was on land, and as he did, had this to say to Will:

(The flip flop was not part of the catch{{smile}})

The Man: Thank you for taking us (a cousin had joined the crew)fishing, I had a great time.

Will: Glad you did, but sorry you felt so bad.

The Man: That’s ok, it just felt so good to be on the water…

I love him! Motion sick and yet still found the silver lining.

I hope that is a trait that never leaves him.

Peddling Peddlers

2011-07-04T09:30:00.002-04:00

The backpack. The bike. No white shirt and no dark pants. No, it is actually shorts and a t-shirt.

Yes, it is summertime. Time for the summer push of books to help our kids excel in school. Books they don’t open past the initial purchase. At least not mine.

I spotted him a week ago a couple blocks away. When I returned home, I let The Man know that he didn’t need to open the door if someone came to it. Last summer, Ocho and Demolition D and The Man were home when the book peddler showed up. They answered the door and somehow left The Man (the youngest) to patiently hear out the traveling college student.

Do they visit your neighborhood? College students from abroad, stateside for the summer, to see America, improve their English?

One evening maybe 3 years ago, we ended up with one of these visitors sitting on our living room floor trying to sell us books. Trying between the questions we were asking regarding their life and their home. While we did not buy, she was a persistent salesperson.

So I tend to avoid them.

The other night I spotted the peddler again. This time, as I looked out the window at home.

It was about 7pm Friday night.

We were putting the finishing touches on dinner.

Liquid gold had just started to fall. We are in a drought so even a 20 minute shower is a wonder to see.

The peddler stopped his bike, then looked around at the pine trees. We have one with a somewhat lower, fat branch, so he and his backpack of books attempted to take refuge underneath.

As I was battling inside with my conscience: do I call out to him to come to the porch, No I don’t want to buy any books, Maybe, do you want to come in, ugh, a book salesmen….My wonderful husband noticed him. After a second he asked what I thought about inviting him in to join us for dinner.

And that is what he did. He walked out in the rain, greeted the young man with, “We don’t want to buy anything, but would you like to join us for dinner.”

An immediate yes was the reply.

Reima the peddling book peddler joined us for dinner.

At 17 and 15, Demolition D and The Man enjoyed asking questions and hearing about Reima’s home in Estonia. As my wonderful husband tried to enunciate to help our foreign visitor understand our English, I realized, maybe all Americans get loud when trying to speak to a person with broken English and a strong foreign accent. We learned a little about Finland too.

After Reima left, to finish his route, and hopefully sell some books, Will called Traveler in Philly to tell her about our guest from Estonia. Since she loves all things foreign, this would be something she found interesting. And she did.

While we had a great time learning about his home and goals for his future and a few of his encounters here, I relished more in the experience and example for our children.

I relish in the fact that Will demonstrated “love your neighbor.” That my kids got to see that in action. As I laid in bed that night, I felt like the kids were able to be a part of the “as you have done to the least of these.” Not to say this gentleman was “the least of these,” but inviting a stranger in for dinner, is not common place.

The next day I hijacked Will’s facebook, and I was delighted to read a comment Traveler had left on his page: I told a friend from work and she said, "wow, that's something from another era!" I was like, "no, people are just nice in Georgia."

So not only did my husband’s suggestion and offer demonstrate love to this house, Will’s humble, no ulterior motivated, straight from the heart, decision demonstrated a good deed followed through on to other’s, 900 miles away in Philadelphia.

I feel so blessed!

"Dear friend, you are being faithful to God when you care for

the traveling teachers who pass through, even though

they are strangers to you."

3 John 1:5 (NLT)

Top o' the morning Alabama

2011-06-29T17:29:00.000-04:00

While the boys sang their way to Boston on the Church Choir trip, Will and I took a few days to adventure a little further with our tin can (aka- Airstream).

I came across a link for one of Alabama’s State Parks – Cheaha Mountain State Paork. The site boasted of a magnificent view, waterfalls and the highest spot in Alabama. I thought the name was interesting – we have a Cheehaw park here in our town, and while the spelling is diffent, Cheaha is pronounced the same.

Will agreed to the adventure, knowing I like hill and mountains and waterfalls. And I better not forget, he liked the challenge to see if the ol’ truck could handle pulling the MUCH older camper up the incline.

So our adventure started.

Day 1

First: Loading our furry four legged friend. She is not the easiest dog to travel with. Seems that if there is another car in site or a pedestrian, she seems to get all anxious. Paces and pants and whines and whimpers and sheds even more hair than she normally does 365 days a year.

Second aspect of the adventure: The steep incline and narrow way to the wooded retreat that awaited us.

My pictures just do not do it justice.

Third: Setting it up. Now that is usually pretty easy, except this campground was on top of a rocky mountain. And it is a state park. So REAL level parking pads were almost nonexistent. I wish I had snapped a picture of the stacked 2x4’s and rocks.

And that was it. All settled in. Well almost. A quick run to the closest town (20 miles) to pick up some groceries. And a chance to stay in air conditioning a little longer. Did I mention this was early June and we had maintained highs in the low 100’s at home? We turned on the air conditioner in the camper, locked Francie in the home away from home and set off to pick up some groceries to have a wonderful fire side dinner later.

It took longer on those winding up and down roads than we thought, so plans changed as we neared the campground, and realized it was still hot. This campground also had a restaurant. But first, we thought we should check out the over look before going back to camp. We missed the turn and had to drive the loop around campground again. Then we turned on the wrong road, and since it is all one way, we drove the loop again. Only 2.5 miles, but we sure felt silly.

We walked the wonderful boardwalk to an amazing site (gnats and still hot air aside)!

We drove back to the campsite to unload the groceries and head to dinner. As we parked and stepped out of the truck, the neighboring camper came over

“Just wanted to let you know, someone came by and said to tell you someone saw water running out your door, so the water has been turned off”

There are moments when reality just does not really register. This was one of those times. No reaction, it wasn’t really sinking in. We walked to the camper and rug outside the door was wet. We opened the door, to let Francie out – surprised she wasn’t soaked. Just one spot on her back – she had quickly found higher ground.

We had leveled the camper side to side, but front to back was off by a hair, the front being just a smidgen lower. And weren’t we glad. Apparently, there had been a surge in water pressure, while we were gone, and a hose under the sink had popped off. That slight slant to the front had kept the water in the front and running out the door. Never dreamed our first waterfall would be our camper! We laughed - another story in life to laugh about later. After Will repaired the water line and I was finished mopping up all the water (and deciding that was the cleanest the camper floor had been). We again set out for dinner. We parked and walked up to the door of the restaurant.

Locked.

????

It was 8:20. On Thursday’s the restaurant closes at 8:00.

Nothing that some cheese, crackers and a glass of wine could not cure…followed by a good night sleep.

Day 2 will just have to wait til another day.

Squid Sneezes

2011-06-21T16:05:00.002-04:00

Sometimes, in the middle of a routine activity, something fresh and new can be seen. That is what we experienced on Spring Break. A routine, quick trip to the beach opened up to a new activity none of us had ever given thought to.

Do you eat Calamari?

I do sometimes. The Man was on a calamari kick for a little bit.

When tired of the boys asking “what’s for dinner” after a long day, I sometimes answer with a silly answer of squid fingers.

Have you ever thought about how squid lands on your plate as calamari.

Me? Not really, except I know it would have involved deep waters and HUGE monster squid and dark music playing in the background.

On this trip, while on a quick run to the store and a few minutes of fishing for Flounder at the marina, my sister in law, and the kids in tow (The Man included) were taught something by the locals.

The squid were spawning!

They aren't so big after all:

Turns out a nifty lure, a quick flick of the wrist and a bucket to hold ones catch and one can have fresh Calamari. Oh, and the ability to pull the little squids away from boats before they ink everything in sight.

A squid’s natural defense is to spray a black inky substance when he thinks he is in danger. In the water, it really clouds things up.

But they do not know they are in trouble until they attack the lure and are quickly yanked up and out of the water. So their reflexes sometimes have them inking out of the water.

As they were collected in the bucket, they kept make a noise, one that grew more frequent as the number of bucketed squid grew. They still believed they were in danger, so the continued to attempt to ink the area, and the sound that made sounded much like the sound of little ones sneezing.

Squid Sneezes . . .

Colors

2011-06-17T09:47:00.000-04:00

My new career finds me back at a computer (Yes!) located in a room affectionately referred to as the cave. The cave, itself, is located in one of many buildings on a Military Base.

Today, after a week, my timing of a vending machine break was impeccable! As I made my way through the maze, I happened near a door and could hear a bugle. I walked to the door and started to open it. As I did, there on our back landing stood one of the Marines that works in the cave, at full attention, still as a statue. I stopped in my steps, and turned my attention to where he faced, and took in the sight of the flag blowing in the breeze. I finished listening to the Colors and felt a tingle of patriotism, as well as feeling that I had invaded someone’s privacy.

I have continued to think about the respect that is shown and why the flag, and music, and freeze frame images of those standing (or driving) triggers goose bumps. Patriotism, yes, but as I process it, I wonder, how often do we see this example of respect? I think it is the sight of such respect that touches those feelings. I feel privileged this morning to have happened upon this daily ritual. I feel grateful to all the many people, which I now work in the midst of, that have made our way of life possible. I wish all could see and feel what I felt this morning - more often than the Fourth of July celebration or Memorial day. In fact, those days do not truly even touch on what I saw this morning.

I think I will have to make a point to take a quick break at that time more often…

Being brilliant is no great feat if you respect nothing.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Embraced

2011-06-16T12:35:00.000-04:00

It is amazing how hindsight works. I don’t mean it , this time, as in identifying mistakes or woulda-coulda-shoulda’s. No I mean being able to look back on the road traveled and seeing it with eyes of gratefulness and joy.

As I look back over the past six months, I see how busy we truly have been. And I see all the playing we have fit in too.

So many activities that many, many pictures are a record of - all having been snapped with the intention of fabulous blog posts. The fabulous blog post did not happen.

There was:

A prom

Spring Break Trip

Backyard Tourist

Cold Knee-boarding Trip

Kids Choir Trip

A House Painted

A New Career Begun

As I think of this spring and then I think further back to a year ago at this time. I am amazed. Many activities; many changes; many hurdles; many lows; many highs; and many transitions laced thru it all.

Through it all, growing too.

Growing character, stamina, faith, patience and peace. All areas that were tried or strengthened or embraced.

I celebrate it all, I embrace the hapiness it all brings me . . .

Smiles!

Loss For Words

2011-05-22T21:18:00.000-04:00

This Spring has been one of the busiest ones I can remember.

So many experiences.

So many pictures.

So many thoughts.

But the words will just not flow from my mind, threw these fingers of mine.

At least not lately.

But one day soon.

I hope.

Smiles!

“Think left and think right and think low and think high. Oh, the thinks you can think up if only you try!”

Dr. Suess

Have a "seat" for this week's theme . . .

2011-04-26T20:24:00.000-04:00

Carmi has asked us to show our seat's :) . . .

....down by the sea

where sea horses play . . .

or sit and ponder . . .

The world and its wonder . . .

Or just show off your seat ...

...if it is a cute one!

Thematic Photo Themes

Here

Theme Post: Treedom

2011-04-21T14:19:00.001-04:00

I about missed another week's challenge at at Carmy's site.
Trees is the theme, and I always have tree pictures.
South Georgia has some great choices:

Last Year For Easter . . .

2011-04-20T14:51:00.001-04:00

Last year at this time, we had two teenagers and two young adults living with us. It was a stressful time. Once kids live on their own, it can never be the same to return home. In some ways they wish to settle right back in where they were before. In other ways they want the freedom that independence brings. The two clash.

Last year at this time, we were right at a year of this living arrangement.

Last year at this time, Will had been asking the grown children, asking for about 6 months, to be up by noon. Feet on the floor no later than 12:00.

Last year at Easter, we were awoken at 4:30 a.m. by one of said children coming in. "Up from the grave He arose," was not exactly oozing from us at that time.

While still awake, hubs presented me with an earlier then intended Easter present: An Air Horn!!

A needed chuckle before crawling back in bed to try to get a few more hours sleep.

The air horns intended use was for an alarm if adult children remained in bed after 12. Which they did. More than once. More than twice. More than three times.

Our neighbors to the north, who are enjoying retirement, got a chuckle each time they heard the horn sound.

Life has changed since then. Traveler now lives in Philly and Ocho has moved a mile away to live with his mom again.

The air horn was a funny story for all who were not having it blown at them.

A funny thing happened last night. As I was watching Nick at Night, a Walmart commercial came on. One I have not seen before .... Well, just watch this Walmart commercial

Smiles!!

4 Snakes Not To Like

2011-04-19T18:23:00.000-04:00

At a family lunch, we were sharing our first snake of the season story from the day before. As we were cleaning up, something moved quickly through the grass in front of me, and after a small shreak, I followed the slithery creature. It was just a garden snake, but I wanted to keep an eye on the direction he headed, so as not to startle him, or me, again.

At this point my brother in law interjected: "There are only 4 kind of snakes I don't like"

Live Snakes

Dead Snakes

Rubber Snakes

and

Sticks that look like Snakes

Wordless - Fit for a Fairytale

2011-04-13T10:35:00.000-04:00

And The Beat Goes On . . .

2011-04-08T11:34:00.000-04:00

Oh I found the most wonderful blog challenge today. Here are the details:

"And the new challenge is this: Say something nice to and about your partner every day for 30 days. Praise her, encourage him, spotlight her best traits, tell us your favorite things about him. In order for your participation to count, you need to

a) Make your proclamation 100% positive, no BUTS, HOWEVERS, or ON THE OTHER HANDS

b) You can’t ask for anything in return

c) You must make him or her aware of it each day

d) You also have to make sure you make at least one additional person aware of it each day

e) You will need to link up. Click here, to link up or see the other options for participation and all the other sites participating.

Now I found this today, the 9th of April, so I am starting 9 days behind but let’s see what kind of cathing up I can do. I think just list form should do the trick:

Day 1 – He loves me. That sounds so simple but, I KNOW he loves me. I don’t doubt it, so that means he is showing me in many ways. Thus life is good!

Day 2 – My husband knows how to iron and does a much better job than I do.

Day 3 – I loved how he chose to go to every school function (that he could) for his kids. Showing his support for them by sometimes sacrificing time for that instead of something else.

Day 4 - When we first met, it was at church, and he thought I was one of the youth, maybe home for break and thought nothing else of me introducing myself. The next week he saw me with my friend, who he knew, and realized that I was older, and that I might be the person someone had said they wanted him to meet. He approached, made second introductions and went our way while interest stirred. The third encounter, resulted in an invitation for a date.

Day 5 – A few weeks ago, while making our way to the front of the church for communion, his cell phone rang. Louldy. My immediate result was to take two steps away and disassociate myself from the ringing gadget, which was attached to him. You know, he was not offended in the least – he forgave me what could be considered a little bit of betrayal :)

Day 6 – Hubs, traditionally, thinks dogs should be outside pets. I am the opposite. So when we added to our household our four legged furry friend, she started as an outside dog. I loved how hubs did not negatively react when he would come in and find her visiting me inside. And then when she tore her ACL, she instantly became an inside dog without any hesitation and has thus remained.

Day7 – I love that he wears button up shirts and has no reservation to don a tie.

Day 8 – I love how he still wants to sit by me on the couch and watch TV

Day 9 - He ironed shirts while I watched Extreme Couponing, when he and The Man would really have rather of been watching something on History or Discovery.

And for good measure. . . .

Day 10 – As we were going to the beach recently, finding a decent radio station was difficult. We finally found a tolerable one. The Man was with us and we continued chatting while songs were playing. As one song began – he hushed The Man because “you gotta be quite, your mom likes his voice.” Yes, he knows I like George Straits voice and does not hold it against me or get jealous of it – just lets me enjoy!

I did it! I did it! Actually, he did it….

Smiles!

A Psalm Revisited

2011-03-24T20:57:00.000-04:00

I found this tucked away and it seemed to fit into my life in so many ways, rather than just one or the other. Hope you enjoy and hope it feeds your soul too!

The Lord is my Shepherd = That's Relationship!

I shall not want = That's Supply!

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures = That's Rest!

He leadeth me beside the still waters = That's Refreshment!

He restoreth my soul = That's Healing!

He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness = That's Guidance!

For His name sake = That's Purpose!

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death = That's Tribulations!

I will fear no evil = That's Protection!

For Thou art with m e = Tha t's Faithfulness!

Thy rod and Thy st aff they comfort me = That's Discipline!

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies =That's Hope!

Thou anointest my head with oil = That's Consecration!

My cup runneth over = That's Abundance!

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life = That's Blessing!

And I will dwell in the house of the Lord = That's Security!

Forever = That's Eternity!

Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes

2011-03-16T20:42:00.001-04:00

She shall have music wherever she goes. . .

When talking to some friends about the lack of options for eating out around here, it was mentioned that there was an Egyptian restaurant, with a belly dancer, in the nearby town, known as the watermelon capital of the world.

While we have many restaurants, the variety is slim. You can count on BBQ, Fried Seafood, Chinese, Mexican, some Southern Cooking and the usual franchises. Most of it all blends together. So sometimes a road trip to an interesting spot, for dinner, is in order.

This nearby town of around 10,000 seemed like an unlikely spot for such a restaurant. We thought if the meals were disappointing maybe the South Georgia redneck belly dancer might be entertaining enough to make up for the food. Or visa versa.
Hubs and I drove the 45 miles to see if we could find this spot, if not, we knew there was a Chic Fil A and Cracker Barrel in the town.

We found it!

We walked into the Cafe Harika and found a room that had been tranformed into something that town, nor ours, has seen before. There were your typical table and booths, but along one wall were a few low tables with cushions around and folks lounging (in their camoflauge) chatting away.

We made our way to a booth and then the music changed, and out came the belly dancer.

I have a friend from India, and we were invited to her sister's wedding (here, not there). They had hired a belly dancer from Atlanta, and well, she was more of what I thought I might see in South Georgia. So I was surprised to see someone more fitting of what I would imagine a belly dancer to actually look like.

A couple of times she invited the children out to try their hand at moving their bellies.

I truly enjoyed the Mediterranean appetizers and the shish kabobs I ordered. Hubs decided to go the safe route, or so he thought, and ordered from the American section- country fried steak and onion rings. Mine was MUCH better, second generation from Pakistan did a wonderful job with the dishes they are accustomed to.

As I was listening to the music and watching the dancer, I was taking in the colorful rugs and the blingy lighting, I glanced out the window across the room . . .

Nothing like throwing something foreign into the mix of Southern Culture.

Y'all come back, ya hear . . .

Treasure Found

2011-03-06T20:32:00.000-05:00

When Spring Sprung

2011-03-02T08:36:00.000-05:00

It's springing has been unrivaled in the past few years.

The blooms are amazing! And as the white blooms fall from the Bradford pears, the Dogwoods and Azaleas will take their turn. A truly amazing time of the year here.

Smiles!

All's Right With The World . . .

2011-03-01T10:45:00.000-05:00

...ok, I know it REALLY isn't. At least not on the World level of that statement. I know it is not in every nook and cranny of this little city. But if I can, just for a little bit today, can I just enjoy my little box for awhile?

When I turn off the TV, I find a lot of kindness, a lot of encouragement, a lot of wonder.

I ran to the store last night to do the shopping I needed this morning. I rushed in hopes of beating the rain and possible storm heading our way. I beat it, the rain when it did come, wind, no lightening, lasted all of 20 minutes. Maybe . . .

At the store, the cereal I went for, had disappeared from the shelf. So as I was studying to decide which of the options would replace it, a husband/wife couple came down the aisle. I laughed and said, "ah, you are the lucky one to get the last of that cereal," as I eyed the 6 boxes in her cart. She shared with me where they were stashed on the endcap. As I returned to the aisle with my two boxes, I heard her ask her husband, "should I?" his response: "if you want to." She walked over to me with coupons in hand and gave me a $1 off the sale cereal. So I gave her a high dollar bounce coupon. Y'all, that was fun! Just simple kindness . . .

The sun is shining this morning, a wonderful gentle breeze and facebook is covered with positive stories and opportunities in our community. How can that not be contagious??

I so hope it catches on. I do believe the only way to lessen the blight, lessen the crime, lessen the poor moral is to push the good. Find the positive.

I mentioned a couple post back that I had good news to come, well it is getting closer, but I don't have enough details yet but it is a new beginning . . .

A Guage Of Maturity

2011-02-26T13:40:00.001-05:00

I pass a certain church almost everyday. I use to enjoy seeing what their sign had to offer, usually uplifting and positive. Sometimes issuing a challenge in a gentle encouraging way.

Then THAT church built a new building in another spot and moved. Now a different church and different pastor occupies that spot. And a different quote inspiration picker too.

Some irritate me, some make no sense at all and some could mean quite a few different things.

I feel bad sometimes. So much for loving my neighbor when I hate their messages (ok, just being brutally honest about myself).

On a positive note, there have been a few that have caused me to ponder the message as far as searching the Bible to get the point.

But the new one this week? Well, it has me pondering. But just because I wonder what the gauge is on measuring. So I am asking your feedback, here it is:

Offense

A gauge of maturity

That is it. So, does that mean if you are easily offended you are immature?

Or does it mean you know how tightly and deeply drawn your lines of right and wrong are and you stand by them?

Or does it mean if you offend others often you are immature?

Or does it mean you do not mind offending others because you are mature in your beliefs??

Or should I organize a culvert operation and go scramble the letters after dark???

So, what do you think?

Dormant

2011-02-16T15:07:00.000-05:00

This winter has been excessively brown

Excessively grayer than normal

Excessively colder than normal

Most humans do not welcome change. Maybe change that thickens the wallet, or change in plans that includes a smile from a friend not seen for awhile. Maybe change in the waistline that welcomes a new wardrobe.

But change with some discomfort? Or lack of brightness to it? Not usually.

Some of that gray and cold sunk in on me in the past few weeks. I have felt it thoroughly. It has been heavy.

But I am relieved to say, the sun is shining!

And heavy feelings and forced smiles have let way to new life.

And blessings and opportunities have popped up!

So a good change has settled in and is bringing life to what was feeling a little dormant. New things to be shared soon.

God is good!

Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land.

Song of Solomon 2:11-13

Smiles!

Drum Line to Choir

2011-02-10T15:31:00.000-05:00

This year Demolition D traded in his drum sticks for a for a black vest and a red tie as he joined the school's choir.

Unfortunately, there does not seem to be as many opportunities to see this group perform as there were when he participated in the drum line. But last week the time finally came for a public viewing - at least one that the parents knew about and were invited to.

I went ready with my camera. My newer camera than the one I had when last he performed. I do not have the dark lighting picture taking down. Not one bit!

Out of several very bad photos, and blurry faces I came across this one:

A bad picture that I liked. They appeared, to me, to have angel wings. What a wonderful thought, our teenage sons being earthly angels. While we, personally, are not facing any serious challenges, just a few attitude hurdles here and there, cherubs and our teenage boys are not usually a comparison one we would make. But as they sang this particular song, the boys on the stage, the audience surrounded by the girls, it did have a heavenly tone to it. So glad the picture backed me up.

Smiles!

A Good Reading List and POTW

2011-02-02T22:19:00.000-05:00

I made the list!

I am excited and flattered!

Here is the post that made the "Plain Good" category (silliness does pay off sometimes)

Thank you Hillary.

Now, want to visit some fun post? Interesting reads? Wonderful photography?

Hillary offers a great list every week, just go HERE

(and wonderful photos in between)

Smiles!

What is it about rust?

2011-01-30T15:42:00.001-05:00

Some of us like it.

Today's post is for a specific person, in the land of blog, who I happen to know likes rust. She has gone through some heaviness and through some challenges in the past year, and for now, continues in this phase of her journey.

But as I think on it, why can't this post be for many of us.

The definition of rust is rather boring and very scientific. I am just not into that part of rust...

When I see rust, I realize it touches on something deep

Maybe it is that it is something weathered. Something that has been effected by the elements.

Maybe it is, the rust adds a certain character to something. Maybe the rust is an acknowledgement of a history. A story to be told.

Maybe, I think, it is because, under the rust is something solid, something strong.

Sometimes our journey carries us through some storms, and while we might not think we are weathering the storm, or holding up well against the elements pounding on us, on the inside there is strength and forever some marks that are additions to our character and most importantly, to our story.

Hope all have a great week!

Smiles!

Again, A Place For Hope

2011-01-27T11:38:00.000-05:00

“I went dumpster diving,” he said, with the happiest of grins spreading across his face.

I had a chance to help out again at the place for hope day center. I was at my post helping keep an order to the washing and drying needed to be completed that morning. I had sat down and looked in the direction of this gentleman, piece by piece emptying his backpack. He said he had hit a good one. I watched the assortment go into keep and discard stacks.

I asked what he does with all he finds. He keeps what he can use and throws the rest back in the trash. About that time he pulled out what looked like a mustache trimmer. He plugged it in and it ran, with an awful sound, but it did work. Bingo, he found something he could use. He did not have a mustache, was very clean cut, but what skin showed had an array of tattoos. And that was what this electrical find would be used for – applying more tattoos. He went on to say, other than the tattoos he received in prison ( I did notice the tattoo tear drops next to his eye – I did learn something from that prison gang reality show that every now and then manages its way onto my TV), he had applied the rest himself, purchasing ink at the local Michaels.

During the morning I noticed, while he did not sit, nor chit chat with another visitor, he did jump up to help the fellow out when he was doing his laundry. Without asking, he shared with us that the other guy’s, partially missing arm, was due to a motorcycle accident several years ago. After several hours I did ask if they were friends, did they travel together. His reply, “naw, we run into each other, but we don’t stay at the same place at night.”

I decided to ask, since this is a day center for the homeless, where he did stay at night. Again that grin spread across his face as he said with pride that he had found a vacant building about four years ago and he has spent his nights there since.

It is a simple life. Why he remains in this spot without running water, electricity, I do not know. Is he really content? Is he content because, for whatever reasons, other avenues to, what we consider, comfortable livings have not opened up? We know some are perfectly content with such a lifestyle. A local paper recently ran an article about a couple of men living under an overpass bridge. I did not know until then, where this rumored abode was located. The gist of the article was, these two are happy living this way. With this situation, though, they are taking up residence in a spot that questions safety for them, safety for drivers and also questions code enforcement and a fairness of rules enforced. A friend who uses that exit often commented that the couples notoriety has resulted in a flood of donations to the gentlemen. There is “stuff” piled even higher than ever, and falling into the street, but the guys have said they prefer cash donations rather than the box lunches.

We all have our paths to walk and we all have our own choices to make. Each of us, it seems, has our own basic needs that might not be the same as another’s. There are those “on the street” that I do not feel pity for, because they are happy and content and their unique basic needs are met. They have a simpler life.

I happen to need a certain amount heat, and running water, electric lights. I still feel for those that this may not have been what they would have chosen. For whatever reasons, illness or spiraling missteps, some find themselves in a spot that is not as easy to get out of as one would think.

Are you still with me? {{Smile}}

You might continue to hear snippets from my experiences with the place for hope, but I will shorten them. Since we all know or can imagine the low part of this lifestyle, I think seeing or hearing about those glimpses of hope in another’s journey is a good thing to share. Even smiles over dumpster diving treasures that bring a smile to another’s face.

Smiles!

Good Golly Miss Molly

2011-01-26T19:49:00.001-05:00

It was a cold, blustery January night, when out of the dark arose a sound.

Hark, is that bells in distance?

Upon closer inspection the noise became more distinct. Bells…maybe?

Not bells, but …. Southern Belles?? Yes!

A group of Southern Belles had gathered and commenced to argue the merits of the southern hospitality that had been shown a certain new fella in their midst.

He had swooped in, and had been welcomed, despite the reservations of a few. He was offered a mug of hot chocolate, a pot or two of soup and grandma’s hand stitched quilts were pulled from storage. Folks set in to make his temporary stay pleasant.

But as time went on, well, easiest to quote one Georgia Peach, “I do declare, he has but over stayed his welcome.”

And from the heavens the cries were heard and lo and behold the weatherman brought the good news… the visitor was leaving.

Jack Frost got the boot and normal temps are soon to return to south Georgia.

Goodbye awkward, sad layers!

Hello warm toes!

Allllll Smiles!!!!

Ice Gilted Limbs

2011-01-10T22:00:00.000-05:00

Delicate, glassy-slick ice gilts tree limbs and branches.

Deceptively, rainwater marries thorougfares in a beautiful and frigid bond,

While the heavens toss icy crystals after the solemn ceremony

prose penned by: Barbara Jack

The day began as anticipated, covered with a thin layer of slick ice. A little frosty in spots to give the world a winterland look, but through the quiet there was sound: a crack, a swoosh and a thump. Limbs cracking and falling from the weight of the ice. As I walked around listening for cracking limbs above, another noise stopped me in my tracks. As I looked, a large black bird left a limb, wings in slow motion, but much power, as it flew further away from my steps. Remember the buzzards from a few weeks ago? Only a few remain in the area, and three, exactly, in our neighborhood this morning. The sound of the wings were heavy. They appeared sopping wet, but I wondered if they might perhaps be iced too.

Hope everyone is staying warm!!

Smiles

Random Shot - "Wet"

2011-01-09T17:01:00.002-05:00

I came across a link to another blog, inviting others to play along, with a weekly photo theme. I instantly knew I had a picture that fit, that I had not figured out how to fit it anywhere else. For some reason, while cleaning a paint brush, I liked the way the water was running across this random leaf. I had no idea what I would ever use the picture for, and alas, here it is!

To visit Carmi's site, click here

Smiles!

Place For Hope

2011-01-07T13:38:00.000-05:00

Sometimes the news attacks stories as if there are no other stories out there to be told. Earlier this week I turned on the news in the morning to see what was new in the world. The Today Show announced its headline stories. I did not like them so I switched to the Good Morning Show, same headliners. So I went to third morning show. Sorry, I do not have any idea what it is called, and it really doesn’t matter, because it, too, thought the Navy fella’s video and Favre were the best of the best of stories.

I can sift through all the trash of the Navy report to the get the point of a demotion, but do I really have to be forced to see clips of his video? Isn’t that what trash TV is for? Not the news? And as far as Brett Favre, well I do not follow football, but I bet he is one player that regrets coming back on the field this last time. That said, is his story at this time really news worthy?

So Tuesday was a flop on anything I wished to start my day off – nothing truly news worthy, nothing hopeful, nothing awe inspiring.

Then Wednesday arrives bringing all of us Ted Williams. They are on him like white on rice. His story is amazing. His story is not over. A story of second chances.

I watched this morning as he and his mother were interviewed. My heart went out to both of them. So much baggage to be sorted through. So much that did not need to be aired on TV for us to see. Wounds not healed mixed with an excitement of new notoriety. Ted Williams said he would request the service of NBC’s staff psychiatrist – I pray he follows through. He needs to, his family seems to support him, but there seems to be, naturally, a slew of past disappointments to be dealt with and with momma, it is shining through loud and clear. Second chances for more than one.

One gift for me over the holidays was a chance to help out at a new facility in our community – A Place 4 Hope. Several local citizens rallied to open a day center for the homeless. A Church in a central location donated use of their building for the cause. A room was cleared and two washing machines and two dryers were added. UMCOR set up a trailer outside with four showers. Another Church’s parishioners volunteer their time on Fridays to meet with those trying to find jobs and find their way. There is a phone available and an address so those needing an address have one. Now, Monday thru Friday, there is a place for those on the street to bath, wash their clothes, and meet people that can help scout out jobs for those wishing for a change.

I was struck by the fact that only men came in that morning. They were waiting when we arrived and jumped right in to the task at hand, whether it was getting on the roster for the laundry or the resource group or just to take a quick shower. I asked another volunteer about this and she said the only thing she could guess is there is a difference in the system if you are a man. Woman usually have children, and that seems to open up more options for woman than single men.

I know each has his own story and maybe one day I will hear a few. Some I would bet had been military at one time. The way they meticulously folded each clean item that was removed from the dryer was fascinating to me. One gentleman came in only to take a quick shower. Having left his bag outside, he came back through from his shower, neatly dressed, through the door where I saw him a few minutes later splashing on Old Spice on his freshly shaven face. I have not seen a bottle of Old Spice in a long time.

One thing they all had in common, they were gentlemen. And each and every one showed gratitude. One had said on a previous day, “no one wants to sit by someone that hasn’t bathed in three months.”

Now I doubt that Favre and Mewbourne’s choices and actions will take them to the point of living on the streets, but I hope their decisions in the future have a more positive value on their life and those they come in contact with than their recent choices have.

I also hope that, like Ted Williams, all those whose choices or circumstances have taken them down the road to the point of mere survival get their second chance too. May they embrace it move forward…

Smiles!

When The Bananas Are Frozen

2011-01-02T11:38:00.001-05:00

He had decided weeks before that Banana Bread was going to be a gift to a few family members, so the overripe bananas were placed safely in the freezer for the yet to come baking marathon.

So someone forgot, as they often do at 14, to grab the bananas out of the freezer.

I told him it would be fine, by the time we worked on some other projects they should be ready.

He must not have believed me, because not too many minutes later I hear a noise from the kitchen. I peak around the corner and, bless his heart, impatience and innovation had kicked in . . .

Not sure why he was turning himself upside down...

Smiles!

And to the first of the first . . .

2011-01-01T08:38:00.000-05:00

A happy New Year! Grant that I

May bring no tear to any eye

When this New Year in time shall end

Let it be said I've played the friend,

Have lived and loved and labored here,

And made of it a happy year.

~Edgar Guest

Happy New Year to you all!

Smiles!

Invasion of a Wake of Buteo Buteo

2010-12-10T13:36:00.000-05:00

Ok, Ok, I only know that by Googling . . .

BUZZARDS

We noticed a dozen or so buzzards circling last weekend. We did not think much of the comment a visitor made about a possible roost.

But by Sunday evening, when coming home from a different direction, there were hundreds of these bad boys and the idea of a roost in the area became more of a possibility. I have never seen anything like, and have not had my camera with me when the sky is full.

Then this morning, I saw a sign for an estate sale that I could not resist, so as I turned back into the neighborhood south of ours, I saw Buzzards again ...

I really need a zoom lens for my camera... But there were trees all behind these homes, lined with these flying garbage disposals. On some limbs would sit a vulture with his wings spread, soaking up the morning sun. A few were starting to venture out, looking for their next meal.

By the way, if ever a buzzard lands in your yard, leave it alone!

We have heard their defense is to throw up on the encroaching threat.

That would not be a pleasant experience . . .

I wonder what having the eaves of your home lined with buzzards

does for resale value and a quick sale?

Wordless Wednesday: When the Ceiling Lights Up

2010-12-08T03:52:00.001-05:00

Everything is Bigger in Texas...Except Bejing

2010-12-05T14:00:00.001-05:00

Before any more time passes me by, I still want to talk about my Texas trip.

As I headed down the highway to Katy Texas, I made a right and traveled a ways through some dry, very flat land. I turned left and enetered the drive of a museum that was off the beaten path.

And I entered the Forbidden Gardens. I had been somewhat intriqued by the idea of a replica of Bejing in Texas! So since I was already in a new land, I traveled some more and into a faux Bejing ...in scale.

I was early, not long after the opening for the day. As I started across the bridge above, I noticed movement off the side and in the water. Turtles. Not that that is unique, but I noticed an awful lot of them. Swimming, not sunning, and swimming towards me. I stopped to watch, thinking I was wrong, but I was not. Those turtles swam up below me and looked right at me! THAT, is a first.

I crossed on over and entered the empty courtyard. The odor of age, mold, mildew greeted me first. I followed the sign to the gift shop to pay my fee. I had not really paid attention to that on the site where this hidden gem was mentioned, so the $10 fee seemed a little high, based on what I had encoutered so far. There by the register was a bowl of bags that looked like cat food. It was labeled "feed the fish $1." That tickled me - no wonder the turtles greeted the guest - they have been stealing the fish food apparently and want more! I paid and was given a brochure and started my self guided tour.

Strange small museums are not really unusual to me. There is a small art museum in our town and the other one has a train with many arrowheads displayed. It is not something we visit because every small town around this area seems to have a train on display and arrowheads come a dime a dozen in our neck of the woods. I have taken my kids to the telephone misery museum. Ok, misery by them, hilarious to me! No pictures from there, not allowed - might steal the technology. There is a cotton museum somewhere nearby - it is still on the list to hit up, too.

But this museum made we wish I had my kids with me! I would have laughed at them and they would have risked their eyes getting stuck looking upward from all the eye rolls! But the origins of this site were sincere and I am sure in 1989, when it was established, it was fresh and bright and festive.

As I entered the replica of the Tomb of Qin I was greeted by horses and a carriage.

And behind them all the kings horses and all the kings men

All these statues were impressive. I read some about Emporor Qin. He gained the throne as a child, not beginning his rule until 21. At that time China had many languages, many currencies, many individual countries. Under his rule, they all came together as one country, one language and one currency. He was so successful, he wanted all to have the same thoughts as him too. After some time, his ego took him straight to that point - if you thought different than him, you lost your life, if you spoke against him, you lost your life. He also was eager to find a way to live forever, so as his servants looked for potions to help him keep his youth, he commissioned a group to begin making statues of all his men and horse to be placed in his tomb to protect him in his after life.

All these statues were created to show Texans and all that visit what was created so long ago.

As I looked around, having read about his need for power and to be right, I saw something different about the statues. Maybe they did not just represent the wear and tear from the Texas weather heaped upon them. Maybe ....

Some got tired and their friends let them lean on them ...

Some stepped where the Emporer did not wish for them to step...

And some must have spoken their own mind...

...different from the emporer

Ok so that all was a stretch, but the need of $10 from visitors was apparent!
I left the tomb and walked past a small patch of bamboo, with Texas blue skies and pine trees dominating the sky, and headed to a large covered area.

Behind a bush, the first of the replicas of Bejing...

A few inhabitants and trees blown down...

And this behind the pavilian made me look around for Will Smith to step out - Wild West meets Bejing. Doesn't it have a Western Flair to it??

I always like to find at least one place off the beaten path when traveling, and I am glad I did not skip this. While in many spots it reminded me of toy houses that had been loved and played hard with and left to fend for itself, I could see the desire of someone to keep a part of their heritage available. A spot that should be visited by more so their roots are not lost and forgotten...

Thanks for letting me take you through this journey.

What off the beaten path unique sites are in your area?

Another Reflection

2010-12-02T13:49:00.000-05:00

In keeping with previous Thanksgivings, we made the short 30 mile journey to the gathering place, a step back in time, no internet (but yes, running water and electricity).

Each year I walk around the pond above and at least once make a right down a path, a road I guess you could say.

Each side dips down 10-12 feet where water once stood. Then I take a left on this path. No house in site at this point. An occasional sound from a car heading down the highway not too very far off. Otherwise, just nature. How do you describe the crisp yellow leaf fluttering in the middle of a shrub entering into its winter sleep?

This section of the farm has always been my favorite. When I first started joining the family out here, I told Will how great it would be to have a path, leading off this path, back through this swampy area, a cabin with a screened porch (gotta keep the skeeters away) and a black belly stove to keep you warm in the winter. A rocking chair. A shelf full of books. A comfy bed. That is all. Well, some food I suppose...

The water is dried up due to the drought, but even so, I think a little hideaway spot, back away from it all would be absolutely wonderful!

Simplicity...

Wordless Wednesday - Reflections, Ripples and Dew

2010-12-01T11:04:00.000-05:00

Feel Good Fall

2010-11-16T19:13:00.000-05:00

... Ahhhhh

Roundabout, Feeder Roads and Chivalry Is Alive

2010-11-14T14:20:00.000-05:00

I was able to join my husband on his business trip this past week. The city? Houston Texas.

I have always wanted to go to San Antonio, but have not thought about any other part of Texas, not sure why not, but I haven't. So this was my first time in the Lone Star State.

While hubs sat through 8 hours of class a day, I played. I charged up and down the streets in the rental car - a Dodge Charger. I have to say, I enjoyed driving that car. Big difference from the ol' Montana mini van! And while finding my way around, I had another first experience: a Roundabout. We don't have those around here. And, beyond the laughter of feeling like Chevy Chase and his European vacation, I do not think I care for those. Someone's status on facebook, a couple weeks ago, was our town needed some roundabouts. Now that I have been on one, in the wrong lane, I have to wonder, why???? I could see this would just increase the number of accidents and folks expressing road rage. We live in a town, when someone realizes, at the last minute, they need to turn right at a particular light, and they are in the left lane, they just stop. They don't go around the block and come back. They stop until they can turn right from the left hand lane.

We have all heard it said how everything is bigger in Texas. The highways and interstates seemed bigger than Atlanta's. I can't figure out if they were or if there was just a little more space between lanes and brick walls and if there was a little of an optical illusion involved. The wide open parking lots or space off the highway's might have made them seem wider. I am not sure, but they have these wonderful feeder roads. Loved traveling along the highway but not having to get actually get on it for the few blocks I needed to go when I really didn't know where I was going.

Are you still with me? Bored of the Texas traffic report? Well chivalry is alive in Texas too! Stores, restaurants, museums - any spot to encounter others, chivalry and kindness was shown. Maybe I just happened to be in the right spots to make this statement, but I noticed it in driving too. The pace was different, but I noticed there seemed to be a working together flow to things. If you needed over, as soon as your turn signal went on, someone would move over or let you in. There was no riding your tail if you might be in the slower lane. They just passed, without looking at you with anger or frustration. There seemed to be a lack of power struggle on the roads and in the stores that I realize we have around here.

The three days were fun, full of new experiences and pleasant encounters and food and food and food. And once I get pictures downloaded, I will have a post about Bejing...sorta.

Smiles!

To The Laundromat We Go...

2010-11-04T15:59:00.002-04:00

…when the washer is too small.

My perspective was a little skewed today. Grievances magnified to a mountain when actually just a mole hill. So as I was ready to sit and choose to do nothing this afternoon, my wise husband reminded me of a task I have wanted to get handled: a comforter and a sleeping bag washed. It had to go to the laundromat because my washer is not big enough for either of these items.

Loaded with the linens and two other errands I could run during the washin’ and the dryin’, I headed out. Two hours later I have a smile on my face and something accomplished.

I loaded the washer, put my quarterssssss (with a stutter) in the machine and hit start. Ssssssss (with a stutter) because inflation has occurred since last I used a laundry mat. After 20 quarters dropped into the machine, the timer said the wash would be finished in 16 minutes. So I headed around the corner to Lowes to grab a light bulb for my now dark freezer. How many Lowes employees does it take to figure out the one bulb needed is out of stock?

Four. I have never had such attention at Lowes before. All were pleasant and joking, but it was rather funny the number of those that were searching in this 10 foot stretch for that bulb.

I headed back to the laundromat to move items from the washin’ machine to the dryin’ machine. The machines timer is not exactly in check with actual time, so I got to sit for a few moments. I had noticed a gentleman there earlier, with his suitcase waiting for his clothes to finish. He was still there. As Andy Griffin’s medicare commercial came on, he scooted right up in front of the TV.

My attention was back to watching the timer as he walked back and started in front of me. He said something. Something loud. I thought he was addressing me so I said “excuse me.” Startled he said “oh, I’m sorry, I was talking to myself.” With a smile I said I understood. I had been there myself today. Wrong.

I forgot about laundry mats. One should be prepared for eccentrics of life. And with that the man sat down next to me and asked, “do you know about celebrities??”

Ummmm, not really. I don’t keep up with them.

He continued anyway. His out loud pondering had been a question of how Andy Griffin and Brad Paisley were related. I, have no idea. Then he proceeded with why he thought they were related. He left that thought and said he had just read today that Taylor Swift was not dating an older man. A real old man he said. Against better judgment I did just google this and the older man was all of 27 and apparently they are NOT dating any longer and nothing popped up about a new guy…

The man then spotted my shoes and asked where I got my shoes. Ok, so it is not that BIG of a strangeness, but ladies, when was the last time a man asked you where you got your shoes?

I can tell you the last time a man told me he LIKED my shoes – I was a secretary on the psych ward and a transvestite patient, that had partially amputated one of his legs, told me what great shoes I had on – that was when. So I stand by my feelings of men commenting on women’s shoes a little strange to me.

Back to today, he proceeded to tell me what great shoes Walmart has and then untied and pulled off his shoe to show me the built in Dr. Scholls heel pad. I wanted to laugh again. Only me…

I was saved from further conversation when CSI came back on the TV and he headed back to stand in front of the screen.

With clothes now dryin’ I headed to get a turn signal bulb. It was great. The auto store fella came out and replaced the blown one with a new one. No $65 service fee, just good ol’ fashioned niceness!

I returned to get my items from the laundromat and they were not quite dry. More quarters and a quick trip to the fabric store in the next parking lot. As I headed out of the laundromat, the gentleman had loaded up his suitcase and was out the door walking across the parking lot.

I noticed him again as I parked at the fabric store. He suddenly started running, suitcase in tow. I stopped for a second wondering why, and that is when I saw the bus. He struck a trot hollering and waving hoping they would see him. I noticed a lot of people getting off and quite a number waiting to get on the bus. I figured he would make, but if he was still there when I came out, I would, well maybe, offer him a ride. He was gone when I came out a few minutes later. And, I am sorry, I was glad. I am sure he was harmless, maybe, but I would have felt pulled, do I give him a ride? Or let him catch the next bus?

Now I am home. I had forgotten what it was like using a laundromat. The first four years, on my own, away from my parents, my Saturday mornings were spent at a laundromat. I did not mind at the time. It was a necessity. While I have not forgotten the convenience having those machines in my home – I had forgotten the entertainment value. I had forgotten the various lives you come in contact with and all that can be learned.

Today, the running of errands, the kindness of the auto parts store guy, the uniqueness of shoe man at the laundromat all came together to, as strange as it seems, put some perspective back into my day. Never underestimate the short, simple encounters during your day.

Hope you have an encounter that makes you laugh today too!

Smiles!

ABC Wednesday (a little early)- Pumpkin Preoccupation

2010-11-02T15:20:00.000-04:00

Not just for halloween... :)

Peter, Peter Pumpkin Eater

Had a wife and couldn't keep her.

He put her in a pumpkin shell

And there he kept her very well . . .

Pumpkin Pie Crunch Mix

1/4cup brown sugar

1tablespoon pumpkin pie spice

1/4cup butter

2teaspoons vanilla

2cups Cinnamon Chex® cereal

2cups Wheat Chex® cereal

2cups Honey Nut Chex® cereal

8oz pecans

In small bowl, mix brown sugar and pumpkin pie spice; set aside. In small microwave-safe dish, microwave butter on High about 30 seconds or until melted. Stir in vanilla. In large microwavable bowl, mix all cereals and pecans. Pour butter mixture over cereal mixture, stirring until evenly distributed. Add sugar and spice mixture and stir until coated.

Microwave uncovered on High 5 minutes or until mixture begins to brown, stirring every minute. Spread on wax paper or a cookie sheet to cool. Store in airtight container.

The Negotiator Strikes Again

2010-10-31T15:06:00.001-04:00

I think I need to change The Man's blog nickname.

After the discussion regarding the knife and scouts, today we have a new creative offering.

The Man has wanted to dress as the grim reaper for a couple years now. I have always tried to turn the kids to less dark characters. But then again, I suppose Werewolves are rather dark and we had fun with that....

Anyway, I returned today from running errands and was met at the door by The Man.

After having hinted at the grim reaper several times over the past week, he searched while I was gone and found a large piece of black fabric of mine (how did he do that when he can't find his cell phone??).

He says it will take sewing, but he has come up with an idea....

The grim reaper on vacation!!

He would add a camera and vacation attire to the black cape.

Very creative again.

But once he saw I had a black cape we compromised and he is happily going to be the headless horseman.

Maybe "The Negotiator" would be a better blog nickname...

Smiles!

Oh Linus, They are all great pumpkins!

2010-10-29T07:11:00.000-04:00

‎"Each year, the Great Pumpkin rises out of the pumpkin patch that he thinks is the most sincere.

He's gotta pick this one. He's got to.

I don't see how a pumpkin patch can be more sincere than this one.

You can look around and there's not a sign of hypocrisy.

Nothing but sincerity as far as the eye can see. "

(Linus, It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown)
(did you see the shadow faces??)
Smiles!

ABC Wednesday - " O "

2010-10-26T08:26:00.001-04:00

Officers overpowering an out of commission car,

obverting the car out of oncoming traffic.

As we were working the Church pumpkin sale, our attention was grabbed by a loud boom. The tire on the car blew and ripped to shreds. Before long, another car pulled up (un marked) and the two officers helped the lady

move her car off the road safe and sound.

ABC Wednesday's Here...

Smiles!

And He Trys

2010-10-21T08:22:00.004-04:00

The Man came home from a visit with his dad this past weekend, arms full with new toys. Not kid toys, well because he is 14 and his taste in toys has changed. He comes in loaded down with hand me downs - great ones - 2 fishing poles, a tackle box full of lures, a canteen and then his favorite: a knife.

He pulls it from it's sheath all excited. The handle is hollow, containing a sharpening thingy and a small piece of rope. When closed there is a compass on the end of the handle.

Now tomorrow he heads out with his Boy Scout troop for a week helping lead younger scouts on a camping competition type weekend. He decided a few days ago this is perfect timing. He can take his new knife. But he can't.

Him: I can't wait to take this this weekend.
Me and Will (in unison): no you can't
Him: Yes, I can (not disrespectful)
Will: no you can't, it is a sheath knife, and those are not allowed at scout events
Him: but it is a survival knife. See, it has a compass
Will: but it is still a sheath knife, you can not take it
Him: but I could . . .
Will and Me (in unison): NO! it is still a sheath knife.

So Tuesday evening The Man and Will are talking in another room when I hear Will say, "you cannot take a sheath knife."

Later, I asked about the conversation. The Man had decided a way that the knife would be allowed.

With enthusiam and KNOWING he had found a solution: "I will take it just so I can show the younger scouts what NOT to bring to scout camping events." He tried.

Smiles!

Oh, the answer is still no!

ABC Wednesday - Night on The Nineteenth at Nine

2010-10-19T21:15:00.000-04:00

ABC Wednesday...check out more "N" post here

‘Twas deep; so deep of night,

When I saw what I had seen -

So truly deep of night,

When I went where I had been,

And really deep of night,

When I heard what I had heard:

Perhaps a fox or badger,

Or a sort of night-time bird.

‘Twas late that night of nights,

When something there was there -

So very late that night of nights,

Where that thing was where -

'Twas deep of night of nights,

When it ran to where it ran:

Perhaps a stoat or Billy goat,

Or ghostly little man.

‘Twas in the night of night of nights,

When something scary caused a scare -

So late of night of night of nights,

When something hairy raised my hair -

The deep of night of night of nights…

So don’t you wonder what it was?

Well I never really truly saw it –

Why? Because because!

‘Twas in the night of night of night of nights

Oh I've had enough!

Night night.

Ricky Baker

I stand amazed

2010-10-17T20:39:00.002-04:00

I am filled to the top and bubbling over. I would not have thought that as the day began.

As the songs at church played, their words tugged at my heartstrings as I considered our friends sitting behind us, continuing down this painful path of mourning the death of their son. As the pastor drew us into the sermon reminding us to recognize our blessings and from whom they flow, tears flowed behind us, tears flowed from us as this couple thought about the blessing of the child now gone.

They left during the last song, and after a little time we decided to visit them. We visited, hugged, cried, laughed and left truly touched by the strength that is carrying them through this time. Daily they struggle with waking up and being hit with the reality of not seeing their son. Daily they delve into the Bible and devotions, work and move through the day. He shared how he is making a point to visit with all of his son’s friends. One, they had over the evening before, and shared his faith and his son’s faith, making sure the friend remembered where his son had turned for strength and answers. Each friend he is giving a Bible. They are working on the epitaph, but there is so much they want to say, and they want it to be something that will speak strongly to all that will see it. In the midst of his pain, at times confusion, he is encouraging and loving and sharing God’s love and God’s help.

Between taking The Man to church and the Bible study I attend, I called a friend whose grandfather passed away last week. At 98, he spent the last few weeks in my friend’s home in a hospital bed, after a couple years in a couple nursing homes. She had closed a business the first of the year and for the past 6 months she has cared for this gentleman, handling all that comes with the position of a caregiver. The plan has been to eventually start job hunting, but pop’s care was the priority now.

Last week another friend at church mentioned, in a group, that an employee was leaving and they would soon be in a desperate need for the position to be filled. Not knowing that this other friend needed a job, they were told of the need. Now there is an interview in the morning.

In the same conversation, she shared an event worthy to be sent to Guidepost. Last Thursday, as she settled in, having returned from the funeral, to handle papers and catch up on email, her phone beeped that she had a new message. She opened the message, seeing it was from her 14 year old, and there was a picture of her pop, a hat on, a lollipop in his mouth and a smile on his face. While she was touched by this happy picture of him, she knew she had to address the use of the cell phone during school. When her daughter came home a little later, she showed her the picture and mentioned about the phone use at school. Her daughter reminded her he didn’t have his phone. It was on the dresser and turned off and he had not sent it earlier.

And while this may not seem that great of the day, it was more than enough to fill my cup with joy. At the end of this day I am so thankful of the witness of others of the work God is doing in their lives, and their willingness to share and bless others.

And at the end of this day…

I stand amazed!

The heavens are telling the glory of God

and the firmament proclaims his handiwork.

Day to day pours forth speech,

and night to night declares knowledge.

There is no speech, nor are there words;

their voice is not heard;

yet their voice goes out through all the earth,

and their words to the end of the world.

Psalms 19:1-4

ABC Wednesday - M as in Morning

2010-10-13T13:52:00.000-04:00

Morning...
As I wondered and worried about my lack of creativity with M, I found this I took a few days ago, on one of the few cool mornings we have had. The rising sun's rays landing on the changing dogwood tree's leaves.

Many marvelouse M links can be found and followed here.

Fall for a Winner

2010-10-04T19:02:00.000-04:00

Ok ladies, hubs drew a name from the butter dish, but first, one of my memories that I think of in this season.
I have posted it once before, but I think it is so much fun to read in fall:

They’s something kindo’ harty-like about the atmusfere.

When the heat of summer’s over and the coolin’ fall is here –

Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossoms on the trees,

And the mumble of the hummin’-birds and buzzin of the bees;

But the air's so appetizin'; and the landscape through the haze

Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days

Is a pictur' that no painter has the colorin' to mock—

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock

Then your apples all is gethered, and the ones a feller keeps

Is poured around the cellar-floor in red and yaller heaps;

And your cider-makin's over, and your wimmern-folks is through

With theyr mince and apple-butter, and theyr souse and sausage too!...

I don't know how to tell it—but ef such a thing could be

As the angels wantin' boardin', and they'd call around on me—

I'd want to 'commodate 'em—all the whole-indurin' flock—

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock

James Whitcomb Riley

And the winner:

drumroll please

Aleta at Fleur de Aleta

Send me your address and I will send along your goodie!

Feeling Like Fall - Let Me Do A Giveaway

2010-10-01T09:01:00.000-04:00

It is October 1st!

I can’t believe we are already this close to the end of the year.
Fall is here and Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas are coming in fast.

So let’s have some fun! Let me give away something to start the season off.

How about a tray…

And let’s see, how should we do entries…

Maybe something just simple, no tricks, no great leaps, just a comment of what your favorite thought, memory or tradition for this last quarter of the year.

I will randomly pick a winner Sunday…

Let's have fun!

Lily?

2010-09-29T21:57:00.001-04:00

I was going to ask if any of you knew the name of this flower, but I got my answer today:

My husband had this bulb in his former (befor we married) home, and I could not leave it, so I dug it up and brought it with us to our then new home.

They are usually only seen in the fall and usually in the oddest spots - a small plot alongside the road or strangely popping up in a pecan grove. I have always assumed they were the sign of a time gone by. A homestead that once was and the only remaining remnants, the bulbs that spring up at various times of the year. Something about them intrique me and bring much joy at the first site of them. I have never seen them in garden centers and have not noticed them in magazines or gardening sites, so I have had no name for them.

But as arrived at my client's house today, I noticed a large patch of them in her field and various spots around her yard.

And she knew what they were called: Hurricane Lily or Spider Lily. Hurricane Lily because they bloom during hurricane season. She had heard that a family had immigrated from Japan many many years ago, bringing with them these bulbs to their knew home in South Carolina. Over the years they had spread further south.

So I googled Hurricane Lily this evening, and yes, they are native to Japan and China. They have several other names too: surprise lily, magic lily, resurrection lily, naked lady, schoolhouse lily, and Guernsey lily. They magically appear after heavy rains in August and September - guess the 3 inches of blessed, welcomed rain last week worked for more than we realized!

When I lived in a more rural area, the acreage we lived on was also home to 31 live oak trees. They were amazing! And on many of the branches wonderful green ferns covered the bark. That is until is was very dry, and they would shrivel up into ugly dry curled up dead leaves. But, just until more rain poured down on us, and within no time the frawns soaked up the water and unraveled into bright, lush green ferns again. They are know as resurrection ferns. Now I know of another plant that has such a "surprising" response to the rain.

Now I get to decide which name I prefer to call this fun flower. I have it narrowed down to: Hurricane Lily, Surprise Lily and Resurrrection Lily. What in nature stirs some joy for you? Which name should would you call this bright surprise by?

Oh, and my client offered me a few of hers - all I have to do is a little digging...

Smiles!

ABC Wednesday - I ...

2010-09-14T20:26:00.000-04:00

I is for Indescribable

As we entered the gate of a long ago informal play area, that led to the most beautiful indigo blue hole . . .

A spot where my dad brought my brother and I a couple times a month years ago...

images from distant memories

flooded my mind and excited my emotions.

Referred to locally at times as a "casino" at times, as a restaurant, but mostly as Radium Springs,

This spot was full of history and this is the spot where I learned to swim.

Mother Nature, having wreaked havoc on this incredible spot, closed it down.

Too much high water, a fire, more high water, high insurance, this iconic spot was locked tight

and sat inert for years.

But money from FEMA has been used to turn this once busy spot into a park just this year.

And so we visited...

What once was crystal clear and inconceivably ice cold is now filled with algae.

The sea shell covered bank, now covered with weeds.

The deep blue hole, that had existed under the diving board, is invisible due to

Mother Nature's withholding of sufficient rain.

As I stood on the island I noticed the old and the new - and not just the rock architecture.

I looked down...

And saw an "American" ladder - probably made in the USA. And I saw this on 9/11/10. An interesting connection, to me anyway.

As we left, I smiled, bringing with me the memories of sites now invisible, an incredible nostalgic feeling of having visited a spot no longer sitting inert, wondering if the past was the end, but seeing how it was the beginning of something new. A new influenced by the past, both worlds intermingled, bright and clear with a future still grounded in the community.

Joining in the fun at ABC Wednesday...check it out here for more sites to see

Remembering

2010-09-11T11:17:00.001-04:00

Thankful

2010-09-10T14:13:00.000-04:00

Today, I am thankful for some down time to embrace the quiet around me.

And then, today I am thankful to duck and hold my breath as the hummingbirds zoom

past me with wings a buzz.

I am thankful for the owl I spotted sitting in a distant tree. I have not seen him before.

Today I am thankful for creatures big and small.

Today, I am thankful for friends. Friends to reach out to. Friends that have reached back.

Today, I am thankful that my dog stinks, that means I can smell, which means I can taste, which means there is more to enjoy.

Today, I am thankful for being taken to lunch by my husband.

And thankful for the spicy peppers to help combat the sinuses irritated with season that is trying to change.

Today, while I am not very fond of the orange lilies, I am thankfrul for them. Thankful for their

brilliance and the fact that I can see them. I can watch the hummingbirds and bees seek out the nectar they

need in them.

Today, I am thankful that my stepson did not feel like going to the store and replacing his empty laundry detergent. Instead he gave me and a few other moms a great laugh.

He resolved the need of laundry detergent by using the Resolve carpet cleaning powder.

He will now have an "I remember when I...." moment to chuckle about one day.

Today I am thankful that Demo D and The Man walked stiff legged out of the house and on to school, the result of an intense cross country work out. Thankful because they can run, and they can strive, and they can heal and they can run again.

Today I am thankful for so much more than this seemingly silly list.

Give thanks to the God of heaven. His love endures forever.

Psalm 136:26

Wordless Wednesday - Sunset

2010-08-31T19:37:00.000-04:00

Heavy Heart to Heart Break

2010-08-29T19:18:00.000-04:00

I had been excited to blog about a wonderful kayak trip we took Saturday. Life changed that.

My heavy heart from last week gave way to a short term of ahhhhh, quickly replaced with heart break.

Some dear friends (family by a previous marriage) lost their 26 year old son Saturday morning. Wading waist deep in the gulf waters around midnight Friday, he and a friend were knocked off their feet by a large wave and caught in a rip current. The friend managed to get out. Kyle did not. The coast guard found his body about day break Saturday morning. These sweet people have been hit by so much in the past several years - his daughter from his first marriage, lost her fight with cancer; his brother died after heart surgery over a year ago; her father passed away; and now their son. They are overwhelmed and feel lost at what they are suppose "to do." It is not real to any of us yet, minds just cannot wrap around this. Watching the sudden loss take havoc on these sweet people is nothing short of heart breaking. How I wish we could turn back time and change things.

Seasons

2010-08-26T17:52:00.001-04:00

There have been times in the past year, year and a half, that the feeling of being cornered or overwhelmed has been greater than any other feeling. It has been great enough that I had to remind myself to breath.

There have been many moments in the last year when the home dynamics of boomerang kids and teenagers has created anger and resentment like I have not experienced before.

There have been days that dawned with such a great sense of joy the smile could not be touched. Those days where I hoped all could have some of the joy I just knew was overflowing from my cup.

I have experienced so many STRONG emotions.

Last week it was a heavy heart. I was not sure exactly how to express it. It seems every week for the past couple months someone we know has lost someone close to them. It is sad watching these folks go through the loss and feel the void being left.

Last week my husband came home at lunch and said he had received two more emails about co-workers losing family members. One co-worker I do not know. The other I have known since high school when I babysat her children on weekends. He said her niece had died. That stopped me in my tracks. Puzzled I asked, "her neice? She wasn't my age was she?" He answered yes and he continued preparing a sandwich. I then said, "please tell me it wasn't Michelle..." Still preparing his sandwich and not quite catching on to my tone or concern, he said "yeah, that was her name."

Forty one years old. A mother of an 11 year old and 7 year old. My age. Someone I had also known since high school. We could tweak the "seven degrees of Kevin Bacon" game to fit our world. Our circles have touched in some form or another since I began babysitting for her aunt all those years ago. All those years ago, and yet we are still young. She was at school in her classroom preparing for the new year when a heart aneurysm stopped her earthly world and sent the world of those around her into a spin. It did make my heart heavy for them.

I also realized that other than that feeling, I had hit a sort of plateau. A season of quiet maybe. No extremes. I think I had been spinning some in that unfamiliar spot. What am I suppose to do with this? Something is missing! But not really. It is a season maybe to just listen. To just breathe. To reach out where I can. And if I can't do anything else, then I can do the same I do in all the other extremes - pray. But I can focus even more on others and their cares and their burdens. And that is what I will do.

Smile!

Yes! I Got Him!

2010-08-20T16:45:00.000-04:00

For weeks I have been trying to capture him.

He is fast!

But I got him today!

Camouflaged as he may be

and a second one on another branch...

See her now?

She sat and watched as the gentleman primped and fluffled

I have never seen a hummingbird sit this long, let alone cleaning his feathers

As soon as he finished she dashed around and they resumed a game of tag they had been playing.

Wordless Wednesday: Savannah Imports and Exports Alive and Well

2010-08-17T23:30:00.000-04:00

Older Than I Feel

2010-08-17T19:52:00.000-04:00

I don't feel any older than I did 5 years ago. I might feel a little older than I did 10 years ago. But even at that, I still feel as if I am in my 20's.

But as I sat watching the nightly news, I noticed a message being sent in the commercials filling the breaks:

Laxatives
Heartburn
Teeth

Apparently, demographics show the marketing groups that an older, no wait, a more mature crowd, with a little more worn bodies, watches the nightly news, than lets say the fresher, perkier more energenic crowd.

I must be following the wrong crowd - might want to switch up.

Smiles!

I am 16 Going on 17 . . .

2010-08-13T09:56:00.000-04:00

My oldest is now 17.

I am now a mother of "high schoolers." The second week of school coming to an end for my freshman and my junior.

I say we all take off our watches, flip the clocks over, maybe ban time - it is going by sooooo fast!

Worlds Colliding

2010-08-12T11:57:00.000-04:00

I find it interesting. I find it exasperating. The world of (some) young adults, and our world of parents, home owners, responsible contributing individuals...

We have many battles of expectations and requests and slow responses or sporadic conformity in our home.

Case in point:

We are a smoke free home. We do not smoke. A couple of the offspring do. Our rule is no smoking in the house and throw away your butts. There have been several instances of this being ignored in various forms.

When Traveler first moved back over a year ago, she tried to sneak past that rule, but the screen sorta fell off its perch as she opened it and the cigarette landed on the back step beneath the window. Caught! Addressed.
Moved on.

Last night Ocho's bedroom light was on and I thought he was at work, so I went to turn it off. Surprise! He had come home early and I had missed him coming in. I was so shocked, baffled, embarrassed to barge in that I did not mention how strong the cigarette smell was in his room. Very strong and it seemed that there was a haze.

I started to go back and ask, but hubs is out of state and I did not feel like a confrontation with stepson right before bed, so I sorta shrugged it off as he had been around a bunch of smokers and it was lingering in his clothes and on his body.

I stepped outside this morning to check out the ginger plant that is blooming, and as I walked back to the house, I glanced up and what should I spy?

The screen on his window cocked out of place! And what was below the window to the side of the step? A cigarette butt!

For awhile, hubs and my lunch routine included watching Judge Judy. On several occasions she would ask a parent if they knew how to tell if a teenager was lying. The answer? The lips were moving. Now Ocho is not a teenager anymore, but I do know that if I say something about it, it will be denied. And for that reason I can't decide if I regret not saying something or not. Probably would not matter, it would amount to just words. I wonder if I nailed the window shut it any sort of message would sink in ...

Why must there be so many ongoing challenges?

But my first ginger bloom of the season is in, can't wait for a few more and the wonderful smell that will waft through the yard!

Tator Tots By The Dashboard Light

2010-08-10T13:39:00.000-04:00

Ok, well, in the light, on the dashboard, but as were driving home and The Man lined them up to "warm them up" on the scorching 100 degree day, Meatloaf's song for some reason came to mind. I do love tator tots, and they were on the dashboard... so paradise.

~~~~~

I started off today early with a trip to Sam's and Publix. On my list to make today was Beef Burgundy, and so I needed some Burgundy wine. I grabbed the bottle at Sam's, along with the rest of my list, and headed to check out and make my way to the next stop.

As the cashier rang up my items, the register sounded and would not let her continue. I don't know if this is a National law, a Sam's rule, a Georgia law, a Dougherty County law, but I could not buy the wine - it was before 8:00 in the morning. 7:33 a.m. to be exact. No alcohol can be sold before 8 a.m.

Luckily by the time I finished at Publix, it was 8:05 and I could make the purchase there. I don't have a bone to pick in the "fight," I am just curious what the idea is behind the rule. I can't actually wrap my brain around that one. I wonder why not before 8, but you can buy it the rest of the day?

I did check out the list of dumb laws, and in Athens Georgia, if you want to read your favorite book in public to your friends, you have to do it before 2:45 a.m. Another one of those time things...

Of course I can't figure out for the life of me, this one either: In Georgia, it is illegal to carry an ice cream cone in your back pocket on Sunday.

Things that make you go hmmm......

Wordless Wednesday: Blue Springs State Park Alabama

2010-08-03T21:56:00.000-04:00

The Art of Ignoring

2010-07-29T18:12:00.000-04:00

I have always envied those moms who could have loud, crazy youngins around and not seem to notice or be disturbed by the rambunctious antics.

I have never been successful at that skill...but I just realized, three days before school starts, before my yountgest enters high school, they have been runnin' amoc as the heat of the season and the boredom of summer has set in. Ramble rousing around my feet, behind my back, in front of me. Loud and roudy...

I am, for the most part, disengaged. I have been ignoring them.

Yes!

Oh, now they are reading over my shoulder! I love my boys!!!!

Groupon, Discoveries and Beautiful Saturday Mornings

2010-07-24T08:27:00.001-04:00

Do you Groupon? I Groupon drool. Living in a city of only 80,000 (county takes the area to 100k) over half of which is under the poverty line, there is not a market for Groupon here. But I subscribe to Atlanta and Philadelphia. Atlanta is only 3.5 hours away, and Traveler lives in Philly and who knows what great birthday or Christmas gift I might come upon. I guess I should say Groupon is on line "Coupon" for discounts at various businesses, from restaurants to gyms to spas to teeth whitening or designer cupcakes..

Because I check out the site, the magic world of marketing and internet, conveniently places an ad at the top of my yahoo page for Groupon. It shows current deals for various cities. Today I noticed New York City pop up, so I went to check it out.

The discount today is for a New York City Photo Safari ($40 for an $80 tour). A tour with advice on taking photos. Instruction and tour combined. Oh how wonderful that sounds... for me...but I am here...in SOUTH Georgia. So I thought, "hmmmm, maybe I could get it and tell hubs we had to go to NYC...it would be fun!." I would love to go back and now have a spot to bookmark if I do, but that is probably not the way to make it happen.
So as I was wishing there was somewhere closer I decided to check out Atlanta, and there is. And I missed a great one that was being hosted tonight. A full moon photo tour workshop... but again, I have something to watch for and plan.

As I was looking I glanced out the window and saw, on this early Saturday morning, part of my crew out working on replacing our mailbox - the baseball bat bandits have mutilated the other and the duct tape is not holding any longer. Can't imagine what the mailman had to say when it fell off in his hands the other day...
(the bat bandits had been hitting about every 3 months, so we just kept repairing/improvising the other one).

And the sun shining through the limbs was energizing. And though it will be hot as ever in a few more hours, the 76 degrees was relatively comfortable. And it is the weekend...

Hope you all have a great one!

Oh, and for a groupon near you http://www.groupon.com/

Roman Raspberry Sorbetto

2010-07-20T21:46:00.000-04:00

Eases disappointment...

I can finally update you about the job interview.

I did not get it...

I am thankful for the income I have and who knows what awaits, or maybe this is what I am to be doing now. I am thankful for the call to end the wait, annoyed at the dream I had last night that was me not getting the job...do you ever have those dreams? The ones that come true? This dream left that feeling...

So tomorrow I continue on this path, prepare food for one of my favorite customers (I love her kitchen, and her gadgets and the company of her and those in her home)... and the menu is

Pesto Stuffed Chicken

Cordon Bleu Chicken Bake

Stuffed French Bread

Pesto Chicken Ravioli

and

Tomato Pie

The Figs Have It...

2010-07-19T21:50:00.002-04:00

Have my attention!

Three trees, varying sizes...

Covered with fruit

Ready for picking. This year it looks like I might get more than the birds. But then I have to do something with them, and I can only eat so many straight off the tree, and that is where blogland comes in - I LOVE recipes! I have made fig muffins and a fig tart and I have laced pork kabobs with figs for grilling and, well I have not gotten to the fig ice cream yet, just not too sure about that one!