Patty and I took four days off to just get away. It really didn't matter where we went as long as we went. We tossed around several ideas, then at the last minute we opted for Tyler.
We booked a room at the Hampton Inn in Lindale. A lovely grove of trees were beyond our window. We ate at many wonderful restaurants, shopped for clothes, jewelry, perfume, shoes, and books. Our evenings were spent in bed with books or the TV.
Our room was spacious so time spent there wasn't as confining as one might think. We had two double beds, a mini refrigerator, a small microwave, and a big desk. The hotel chain has updated the rooms to include beautiful, fluffy pillows and duvet with matching dust ruffle. I loved spreading out in my own bed and enjoying the comfort.
Since the trip was thrown together quickly (but was a perfect one), I failed to pack a camera. Patty thought to bring hers, along with a huge bag of flip-flops and her ever-present can of Lysol. She will provide the pictures for this post, which I will add when I receive them. Thanks, Patty.
There's nothing exciting to report. Our outing was everything we wanted it to be, a relaxing time away from schedules and a home where we are constantly jumping up to take care of something. We got plenty of rest and still brought home some treasures from our shopping sprees. We arrived back home on Sunday early enough to unpack and do laundry. Yep, sounds like home to me.
My friends and I sound boring, but how happy I am that none of us are party animals who have to be entertained. Our friendship is entertaining enough. We're already trying to decide where to spend our next long weekend. I considered Marble Falls on the Colorado River, but I don't remember seeing a mall there. Oh well, we can bring books. When do we start packing, Patty?
Monday, April 30, 2007
Monday, April 23, 2007
Bottoms Up!
Robin had the honor this weekend of experiencing that wonderful procedure called a colonoscopy. The test itself is something else, yet the day before is even more fascinating. It's a day of fasting and special liquids. Along with the coffee Robin loves, he was allowed to indulge in a salty mixture that was guaranteed to keep him in the bathroom and his colon clean as a whistle.
Being the loving wife I am, I was very supportive and concerned that he remain as comfortable as possible. First, I invited him to sit with me on his fasting day at a nice restaurant while I devoured a juicy filet mignon. Secondly, I suggested that he ask the doctor if his head was up there. Being the loving husband that he is, he appreciated both shows of concern.
We arrived at the Veteran's Affairs Hospital Saturday morning and waited a couple of hours before they could get to him. They had an assembly line going on and each one had to wait their turn. Also, being the VA, I wasn't invited back to wait with Robin so I was unable to get the pictures I wanted - him lying in a bed in a hospital gown. So, the pictures I was able to get came after we got back home.
Other than a few pockets of diverticula, Robin was given a clean bill of health, along with some very flattering pictures of his colon. I was surprised to see him enter the waiting room so soon. He informed me that had he been put to sleep for the procedure, the wait would have been longer. You weren't put to sleep??? I asked. "No. The recovery would take two hours." I had the day set aside for this and waiting two more hours, and knowing he was comfortable, would have been acceptable.
Robin admitted there was some discomfort as the scope moved through his colon, causing some pressure in his abdomen. You think? I woke up briefly during my own procedure and believe me, I don't like the idea of being alert during a test like that. Okay, Robin might not have been playing with a full deck during this first-time colonoscopy, but he has assured me he will be put to sleep the next time around. Good idea.
I stopped for coffee and a Dunkin' Donut cinnamon roll on the way home to keep something in his stomach until we could get real food. He did quite well and slept part of the afternoon.
The big highlight for me during all this was a phone call from my daughter, Allison. Before I could reach the phone the night before Robin's test, the answering machine clicked on. We heard her say, "Hi Mom, Hi Crapper." Of course I picked up the phone laughing!
P.S. Robin's favorite motto during this? "Be smart, don't fart."
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Armed and Dangerous
The horrendous tragedy this week on the campus of Virginia Tech has again raised the issue of gun control. Those in favor of that type of legislation claim that our country would become safer if strict gun laws were in place. The rest of us believe that when a coward decides to go on a killing rampage, he will find the proper weapon to carry out his purpose. No law of any kind will stop him. He doesn't care about laws.
Therefore, it makes sense to me that those of us who could one day become potential victims should be armed and dangerous. One doesn't just sign a name to get a concealed handgun permit. It requires hours of classroom instruction and performing on a shooting range. To keep the permit, more time in a classroom is needed. So, measures are taken to ensure that armed citizens know how to use their weapon and protect themselves.
Consider this scenario: Suppose the professor teaching the class had a concealed handgun permit that was allowed on the school premises (we all know cowards choose locations that are vulnerable and feeds their power). Suppose every faculty member had a permit. When the first shot rang out, they would be ready to take action. I believe the devastation would have ended on a much smaller scale.
Here's another scenario: Suppose YOU are at the park with your children and they are approached by a person wielding a knife, exposing himself, or just plain acting weird. Would it feel comforting to know there was a handgun in your purse or in a holster strapped on your shoulder? It would make me feel less helpless in a situation like that. If I thought my children were in danger and their safety depended upon me, I could easily pull the trigger.
I could easily pull the trigger, too, if I happened upon a tragedy like the one that befell Virginia Tech. Strangers or not, they are innocent victims of some idiot's agenda. If the killer has no respect for human life, I don't have a problem with showing his life a little disrespect too. Vicious crimes are everywhere and decent citizens have the right to defend themselves.
The opponents of gun permits are telling me that criminals who disregard the laws anyway, will have their weapon of choice, and citizens are left empty-handed. I don't buy into that logic, no more than adding four more numbers to the Texas Lottery increases our chances to win. Being able to carry a gun does not turn a decent person into a crazed criminal. It merely gives us the opportunity to protect ourselves from those who are hell-bent on causing harm.
Of course, owning and carrying a gun is a responsible privilege that requires great care. I strongly agree that every applicant should be checked out thoroughly. The process doesn't have to be easy, but it should be accessible to law-abiding citizens.
If I ever find myself staring into the barrel of a gun, I don't want to have to say, "oh well, time to check out". Instead, I want a way to protect myself. The creep needs to know he isn't the only one who is armed and dangerous.
Therefore, it makes sense to me that those of us who could one day become potential victims should be armed and dangerous. One doesn't just sign a name to get a concealed handgun permit. It requires hours of classroom instruction and performing on a shooting range. To keep the permit, more time in a classroom is needed. So, measures are taken to ensure that armed citizens know how to use their weapon and protect themselves.
Consider this scenario: Suppose the professor teaching the class had a concealed handgun permit that was allowed on the school premises (we all know cowards choose locations that are vulnerable and feeds their power). Suppose every faculty member had a permit. When the first shot rang out, they would be ready to take action. I believe the devastation would have ended on a much smaller scale.
Here's another scenario: Suppose YOU are at the park with your children and they are approached by a person wielding a knife, exposing himself, or just plain acting weird. Would it feel comforting to know there was a handgun in your purse or in a holster strapped on your shoulder? It would make me feel less helpless in a situation like that. If I thought my children were in danger and their safety depended upon me, I could easily pull the trigger.
I could easily pull the trigger, too, if I happened upon a tragedy like the one that befell Virginia Tech. Strangers or not, they are innocent victims of some idiot's agenda. If the killer has no respect for human life, I don't have a problem with showing his life a little disrespect too. Vicious crimes are everywhere and decent citizens have the right to defend themselves.
The opponents of gun permits are telling me that criminals who disregard the laws anyway, will have their weapon of choice, and citizens are left empty-handed. I don't buy into that logic, no more than adding four more numbers to the Texas Lottery increases our chances to win. Being able to carry a gun does not turn a decent person into a crazed criminal. It merely gives us the opportunity to protect ourselves from those who are hell-bent on causing harm.
Of course, owning and carrying a gun is a responsible privilege that requires great care. I strongly agree that every applicant should be checked out thoroughly. The process doesn't have to be easy, but it should be accessible to law-abiding citizens.
If I ever find myself staring into the barrel of a gun, I don't want to have to say, "oh well, time to check out". Instead, I want a way to protect myself. The creep needs to know he isn't the only one who is armed and dangerous.
Monday, April 16, 2007
Sirens And More Sirens
It's been pretty exciting around our house lately. If you call tornado warnings and a police chase exciting. Maybe we just need a life.
The excitement began over a week ago when a funnel cloud was spotted and the sirens went off in our neighborhood. We were watching the weather reports which said the cloud was in South Grand Prairie, so we didn't rush around gathering flashlights and pillows for our closet retreat. The tornado never touched down and all was well. Still, there's an ominous sound to a tornado siren.
Then, we were again watching the news and saw a police chase taking place on an interstate close to our home. It really peaked our interest when the speeding truck took an exit very close to our home and sped along Carrier Parkway with the police in hot pursuit. The Speed Demon came to a stop at the intersection of Carrier and Roy Orr Blvd., at which time he abandoned the truck and took off on foot. We could hear the sirens and the helicopters hovering overhead. We watched on TV as the police wrestled the man to the ground, handcuffed him, and carted him off to jail. We never bothered to find out why the Nascar Wanna-be was running from police.
Our last encounter with sirens was Friday when a tornado was actually spotted in NW Grand Prairie. Our home couldn't get any more NW than it is. Again, the horrible sound of tornado sirens alerted us to the danger of an approaching menace. Robin stocked our closet with flashlights and bottled water, and we were ready to grab pillows and make a mad dash to the closet. I made sure that Robin understood to grab my feet if I started rising, reminding him this was a storm, not the rapture. First, we glanced outside at the sky and didn't feel that we were in harm's way. We even escaped the softball size hail that plummeted many parts of the metroplex. We truly feel blessed and fortunate.
Allison and Ron called to check on us. They hadn't missed the hail and all had gone to closets for shelter. Since all of Ron's family are motorcycle riders, they donned their helmets for safety. A tornado did considerable damage not far from them in Haltom City. Fortunately, all my kids were safe and only their vehicles suffered some hail damage. At least three tornadoes were verified.
Alas, storms are in the forecast again for tomorrow. My ear will be tuned to the tornado siren a few blocks away. It's long been said that our area is over-due for a killer tornado. The last one of that magnitude was in 1957. I lived in Irving at the time and remember my parents and the neighbors staring at the sky toward Dallas. That tornado stayed on the ground for over 30 minutes and caused a lot of destruction. I was so young then and didn't know what a tornado was. I guessed, since they were looking at the sky, that it must be some kind of airplance. Little did I know that a tornado, along with snakes, would end up being a lifelong fear of mine.
Bring on the insects and rodents. I can handle them. Tornadoes and snakes are a different story.
The excitement began over a week ago when a funnel cloud was spotted and the sirens went off in our neighborhood. We were watching the weather reports which said the cloud was in South Grand Prairie, so we didn't rush around gathering flashlights and pillows for our closet retreat. The tornado never touched down and all was well. Still, there's an ominous sound to a tornado siren.
Then, we were again watching the news and saw a police chase taking place on an interstate close to our home. It really peaked our interest when the speeding truck took an exit very close to our home and sped along Carrier Parkway with the police in hot pursuit. The Speed Demon came to a stop at the intersection of Carrier and Roy Orr Blvd., at which time he abandoned the truck and took off on foot. We could hear the sirens and the helicopters hovering overhead. We watched on TV as the police wrestled the man to the ground, handcuffed him, and carted him off to jail. We never bothered to find out why the Nascar Wanna-be was running from police.
Our last encounter with sirens was Friday when a tornado was actually spotted in NW Grand Prairie. Our home couldn't get any more NW than it is. Again, the horrible sound of tornado sirens alerted us to the danger of an approaching menace. Robin stocked our closet with flashlights and bottled water, and we were ready to grab pillows and make a mad dash to the closet. I made sure that Robin understood to grab my feet if I started rising, reminding him this was a storm, not the rapture. First, we glanced outside at the sky and didn't feel that we were in harm's way. We even escaped the softball size hail that plummeted many parts of the metroplex. We truly feel blessed and fortunate.
Allison and Ron called to check on us. They hadn't missed the hail and all had gone to closets for shelter. Since all of Ron's family are motorcycle riders, they donned their helmets for safety. A tornado did considerable damage not far from them in Haltom City. Fortunately, all my kids were safe and only their vehicles suffered some hail damage. At least three tornadoes were verified.
Alas, storms are in the forecast again for tomorrow. My ear will be tuned to the tornado siren a few blocks away. It's long been said that our area is over-due for a killer tornado. The last one of that magnitude was in 1957. I lived in Irving at the time and remember my parents and the neighbors staring at the sky toward Dallas. That tornado stayed on the ground for over 30 minutes and caused a lot of destruction. I was so young then and didn't know what a tornado was. I guessed, since they were looking at the sky, that it must be some kind of airplance. Little did I know that a tornado, along with snakes, would end up being a lifelong fear of mine.
Bring on the insects and rodents. I can handle them. Tornadoes and snakes are a different story.
Friday, April 13, 2007
On My Soapbox, 5
I hate stupidity. I acknowledge that all of us have moments of total "mental pause", but in public we usually try to be on our best behavior. I'm referring to Don Imus who chose to make a derogatory comment on the public airwaves. This story leaves me with comments for several people.
First, Don: If your clever little comment had to be spoken, why not in the privacy of your own home where you and wifey could have a little chuckle over it? Why, instead, do you choose to speak those stupid words into a microphone for the world to hear? That was not a smart move and it has cost you a lot. On the upside, you are now well known. I'd never heard of you before this. Gee, notoriety is great.
Rutgers Women's Basketball Team: Get over it. One stupid comment from one stupid man does not take away from the fact that you are great athletes. It takes drive and determination to be great. You have accomplished that and no idiot can take that away from you. Brush him off and focus on what makes you a great team. There will always be those who are stupid and say stupid things. Their words do not identify who you are. How you respond, how you live your lives, do. Don't ever let a comment destroy a fabulous accomplishment. Be more than an athlete. Be proud.
Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson: Where were you when one of your bros gave drugs to his young nephews? Toddler nephews? I don't recall hearing words to defend him. Come to think of it, I don't recall any words of reprimand either. Guess you're very selective in your outspoken stands.
First, Don: If your clever little comment had to be spoken, why not in the privacy of your own home where you and wifey could have a little chuckle over it? Why, instead, do you choose to speak those stupid words into a microphone for the world to hear? That was not a smart move and it has cost you a lot. On the upside, you are now well known. I'd never heard of you before this. Gee, notoriety is great.
Rutgers Women's Basketball Team: Get over it. One stupid comment from one stupid man does not take away from the fact that you are great athletes. It takes drive and determination to be great. You have accomplished that and no idiot can take that away from you. Brush him off and focus on what makes you a great team. There will always be those who are stupid and say stupid things. Their words do not identify who you are. How you respond, how you live your lives, do. Don't ever let a comment destroy a fabulous accomplishment. Be more than an athlete. Be proud.
Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson: Where were you when one of your bros gave drugs to his young nephews? Toddler nephews? I don't recall hearing words to defend him. Come to think of it, I don't recall any words of reprimand either. Guess you're very selective in your outspoken stands.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
I Fall To Pieces
I feel like a real klutz. I'm sitting here with a sore body and even typing isn't coming easily. I fell today, on a set of steps, and I think it pretty much hit me all over.
The injuries didn't look that serious when it happened, but as time goes on, the soreness is creeping into places I hadn't known were hurt. My right palm has a puncture wound and is the least of my worries. My whole left side feels bruised. My thumb is swollen, my wrist is skinned and my elbow doesn't want to move without hurting. Blood vessels broke on my left wrist, too, and they are turning dark blue.
I can't tell you how many times I have climbed those two steps at work without any difficulty. The porch and steps are covered with an uneven layer of stone and slate which caught my sandals and caused me to trip. And I tripped right into the steps. A sharp corner of slate on one step caught my right palm. Apparently, the weight of my body bent my thumb and put added pressure on my whole left side, limbs included. It hurt, but got better. Now, though, the soreness is setting in and making me wonder if these falls are going to continue.
This isn't my first fall. I've fallen several times on damp floors at work, the cat tripped me once and I hurt my tail bone. Now this. One of my employees told me it's because I have to wear pretty shoes instead of practical ones. Maybe so. My sister Donna said I might need a rubber room, and my friend Cheryl said she'd donate blood whenever I need it. Robin expressed his sorrow over my accident but said he would be teasing me about it. Randee was concerned and I truly appreciate her interest in my well being.
I've never been graceful so these falls might occur again. I think the second question Donna asked - after making sure I had no broken bones - was, "did anyone see you fall?". I wondered about that too. Why do we care? But if anyone saw, no one came to my rescue. I picked myself up, applied a paper towel to my bloody palm, and soothed my bruised dignity. I'm sore, but I'll live to do it again another day.
The injuries didn't look that serious when it happened, but as time goes on, the soreness is creeping into places I hadn't known were hurt. My right palm has a puncture wound and is the least of my worries. My whole left side feels bruised. My thumb is swollen, my wrist is skinned and my elbow doesn't want to move without hurting. Blood vessels broke on my left wrist, too, and they are turning dark blue.
I can't tell you how many times I have climbed those two steps at work without any difficulty. The porch and steps are covered with an uneven layer of stone and slate which caught my sandals and caused me to trip. And I tripped right into the steps. A sharp corner of slate on one step caught my right palm. Apparently, the weight of my body bent my thumb and put added pressure on my whole left side, limbs included. It hurt, but got better. Now, though, the soreness is setting in and making me wonder if these falls are going to continue.
This isn't my first fall. I've fallen several times on damp floors at work, the cat tripped me once and I hurt my tail bone. Now this. One of my employees told me it's because I have to wear pretty shoes instead of practical ones. Maybe so. My sister Donna said I might need a rubber room, and my friend Cheryl said she'd donate blood whenever I need it. Robin expressed his sorrow over my accident but said he would be teasing me about it. Randee was concerned and I truly appreciate her interest in my well being.
I've never been graceful so these falls might occur again. I think the second question Donna asked - after making sure I had no broken bones - was, "did anyone see you fall?". I wondered about that too. Why do we care? But if anyone saw, no one came to my rescue. I picked myself up, applied a paper towel to my bloody palm, and soothed my bruised dignity. I'm sore, but I'll live to do it again another day.
Sunday, April 08, 2007
A Novel Weekend
What better follow-up to a babysitting post than one about a lazy weekend with a good book? That's just what I did. I didn't bother getting dressed or adding makeup. Winter made another appearance with a few snow flurries and it seemed a good time to grab a novel and get comfortable.
I have always loved the rare weekends when I can snuggle up to a good book and let the world go on without me. My novel of choice this weekend was a good mystery by Lawrence Block. I've never read his work before, but I certainly will again. The book kept me riveted and I started and finished it in the same weekend. I enjoy a good mystery, perhaps my favorite reading material. I find it odd that what I enjoy reading, I do not enjoy writing. It might be because I lack the imagination to write a good mystery. My forte seems to be the ups and downs of everyday life with a touch of romance thrown in. And while I can enjoy a good romance novel, I much prefer the mysteries. Too many romance novels include a blow-by-blow description of the sex act which I find boring. We all know the various things that can happen behind closed doors and this is the time to let our imaginations take over. It's not like we're virgins who need a road map.
Anyway, the weekend was lazy and glorious and I feel rested enough to tackle a new work week. Also, reading a novel always gets my juices flowing and I look forward to my own writing. My next book, Sacrifice, is waiting for help from a local policeman who is well versed in financial crimes. Maybe Sacrifice will be a mini mystery!
Thursday, April 05, 2007
A Jude & Baylee Sleepover
While their mother flew off to North Carolina to visit her sister, Jude and Baylee spent the night with us. They did remarkably well considering that they had never spent a night away from their parents. There were no cries of homesickness, and Baylee only expressed a slight fear of sleeping in her mom's old room which is now filled with exercise equipment. She fell asleep in my arms on the sofa and then we moved her to the port-a-crib. She rolled to her side and never woke up until morning.
Jude camped out on the den floor in his racecar sleeping bag. Papa gave him a flashlight to keep by his side. He said he heard our alarm this morning at 7:00 and was ready for pancakes. Baylee woke up about the same time and and when Papa went to get her she informed him she was wet. He had her changed into a dry diaper and clothes by the time I got in there. She didn't finish her one pancake, but Jude devoured three. Both of them laughed at the funny faces.
Our two days were filled with a walk around the block and many rides in their little cars outside. To save our backs, Papa tied ropes to the cars and we pulled them. That was so much fun that Baylee wanted off the car and enjoyed pulling it herself. We heard a siren and Jude asked if we had firetrucks in our maze. When I asked what he meant by maze, he rephrased the question and asked if we had firetrucks in our forest. With all the pretty tree-lined streets, he's often asked if we live in a forest.
Today they went to work with me so I could do payroll and a couple of invoices. Uncle Ron was glad to see them. When we left, we went to two banks and they were given suckers. Then we headed to the grocery store where they rode in the car grocery basket which was difficult for Memaw to steer. We bought coloring books and crayons and they were offered a cookie in the bakery department. Sorry, Allison, about Baylee's stains on her clothes!
Their Daddy ate dinner with us and was gracious enough to work on our laptops. Robin has a new one and is happy to finally be online. We packed up clothes and bedding and saw them off. They promised to have another sleepover so I'd quit crying after them.
Baylee and Papa were playing and joking around when Baylee told him he was ugly. He said he was handsome. Baylee then squealed, "are you insane???" We really laughed over that. She fell asleep in his arms while I cooked dinner and woke up to see her Daddy.
Jude and Baylee are very good, very polite children and we enjoyed their visit. Thank you for being so sweet and loving. We love you, Jude and Baylee!
Sunday, April 01, 2007
Our 9th Anniversary
Robin and I are celebrating an anniversary today. Last night I found a box of wedding memories and we looked through the cards, airline ticket stubs, a sheet from the hotel stationery, and our pictures. My garter was also there in its original package. I know it sounds like I'm talking about valuable antiques, when actually my three kids have been married longer than we have. They are just meaningful tokens representing another milestone in my life.
Among the treasures was a card I gave to Robin on the day we were married. I wrote about how I looked forward to being his soul mate, his friend, his lover and his wife. Reading those words again renewed a committment in my heart. None of us are as giddy and full of promise as we are on our wedding day, but to capture it again by going through old memories is good for us. The ups and downs of life make us forget why we married this special person in the first place.
On that note, I'd like to thank Robin for being my wonderful husband for nine years. Thank you for the funny and romantic way you planned our entire wedding, and only letting me in on the date - April Fool's Day - just days before we boarded the plane for Las Vegas. The chapel, my bouquet, and the day were wonderful. I appreciate the man you are, your sense of humor, and your loving involvement in the lives of my grandchildren. I'm proud of the positive steps you've taken along the way to make yourself a better person. I owe so much of my happiness to you. Happy anniversary. I love you, Baby.
Among the treasures was a card I gave to Robin on the day we were married. I wrote about how I looked forward to being his soul mate, his friend, his lover and his wife. Reading those words again renewed a committment in my heart. None of us are as giddy and full of promise as we are on our wedding day, but to capture it again by going through old memories is good for us. The ups and downs of life make us forget why we married this special person in the first place.
On that note, I'd like to thank Robin for being my wonderful husband for nine years. Thank you for the funny and romantic way you planned our entire wedding, and only letting me in on the date - April Fool's Day - just days before we boarded the plane for Las Vegas. The chapel, my bouquet, and the day were wonderful. I appreciate the man you are, your sense of humor, and your loving involvement in the lives of my grandchildren. I'm proud of the positive steps you've taken along the way to make yourself a better person. I owe so much of my happiness to you. Happy anniversary. I love you, Baby.
Saturday, March 31, 2007
What's Wrong With This Picture?
I'll tell you what's wrong with it. Those two beauties are my granddaughters! When did they get this grown up? How old does it make me? I'm not supposed to have grandchildren this old. Wow! Aren't they gorgeous???
Friday, March 30, 2007
A Date With Candice
What a wonderful evening Candice and I had last night with dinner and shopping for her "sweet 16" birthday. We began this tradition nine years ago when my wedding trip to Las Vegas was going to prevent me from attending her 7th birthday party. To make up for it, I took her to dinner, then we shopped and I let her pick out what she wanted for her birthday. We had so much fun that she and Camryn want to do this every year. I also started doing it with the boys this year as Thomas and Jude turned five.
When I arrived at Candice's house I gave her a gold tote bag with a perfume gift box inside, shopping money, and her sweet 16 card with $16 inside, another tradition I began with my own children and stopped when they got too expensive! Then we literally pigged out at El Fenix with lots of good conversation too. Candice is a very mature young lady with lots of common sense and education. She can discuss any topic with insight that is rare for a girl her age. She's so refreshing!
Our next stop was shopping at Grapevine Mills Mall. Candice picked out some very pretty tops to wear with her jeans, a white camisole to wear underneath, and a pretty pair of dangling, sparkling earrings. She was anxious to wear one of her tops and the perfume to school today. She looked fabulous as she modeled her tops for me. We topped off the evening with Cinnabons which we took home and sampled.
The weather was not the best. We carried umbrellas and sloshed through water puddles in our flip-flops and froze with our wet clothes and feet once inside the mall. I'm surprised we didn't break into our own rendition of Singing In The Rain, but most likely that was a song from my generation, not hers. A very pleasant, sweet moment was when we sat in the car, the rain running down the windows, and talked about my life with her Grandpa and all the happy and sad times we experienced. I loved sharing that beautiful history with my granddaughter.
Candy Girl, you are a jewel and I'm so proud of you for many, many reasons. You have a good, not to mention beautiful, head on your shoulders and it will serve you well. Thank you for a night to remember.
When I arrived at Candice's house I gave her a gold tote bag with a perfume gift box inside, shopping money, and her sweet 16 card with $16 inside, another tradition I began with my own children and stopped when they got too expensive! Then we literally pigged out at El Fenix with lots of good conversation too. Candice is a very mature young lady with lots of common sense and education. She can discuss any topic with insight that is rare for a girl her age. She's so refreshing!
Our next stop was shopping at Grapevine Mills Mall. Candice picked out some very pretty tops to wear with her jeans, a white camisole to wear underneath, and a pretty pair of dangling, sparkling earrings. She was anxious to wear one of her tops and the perfume to school today. She looked fabulous as she modeled her tops for me. We topped off the evening with Cinnabons which we took home and sampled.
The weather was not the best. We carried umbrellas and sloshed through water puddles in our flip-flops and froze with our wet clothes and feet once inside the mall. I'm surprised we didn't break into our own rendition of Singing In The Rain, but most likely that was a song from my generation, not hers. A very pleasant, sweet moment was when we sat in the car, the rain running down the windows, and talked about my life with her Grandpa and all the happy and sad times we experienced. I loved sharing that beautiful history with my granddaughter.
Candy Girl, you are a jewel and I'm so proud of you for many, many reasons. You have a good, not to mention beautiful, head on your shoulders and it will serve you well. Thank you for a night to remember.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Teen Years Revisited
Yep, that's Patty and me with the Easter Bunny. We were shopping for a bridal shower and happened to pass by the Bunny and photographer. Patty suggested we get a picture. This is not unusual for us. We had a picture made with Santa a few years ago. This goes back to our silly teenage years.
Patty and I had our picture taken with Santa Claus twice when we were teenagers. We thought it would be the cutest thing - sitting on Santa's lap with our short skirts, teased hair in flips or pageboys. Ah, the fabulous sixties. Times really have not changed at all when we're together. We still act like teenagers, laughing over silly things and shopping for girlie items that make us feel good. Prior to the Bunny shot, we'd just purchased flip-flops at Old Navy, the "2 for $5" bargain. We're big spenders, Patty got six pairs, I got four. We also managed to get our bridal shower gifts! And, we enjoyed lunch at El Chico before we headed to the mall.
I skipped out on work for a couple of hours so we could enjoy this outing. Playing hookie! Isn't that just like a teenager?
Patty and I had our picture taken with Santa Claus twice when we were teenagers. We thought it would be the cutest thing - sitting on Santa's lap with our short skirts, teased hair in flips or pageboys. Ah, the fabulous sixties. Times really have not changed at all when we're together. We still act like teenagers, laughing over silly things and shopping for girlie items that make us feel good. Prior to the Bunny shot, we'd just purchased flip-flops at Old Navy, the "2 for $5" bargain. We're big spenders, Patty got six pairs, I got four. We also managed to get our bridal shower gifts! And, we enjoyed lunch at El Chico before we headed to the mall.
I skipped out on work for a couple of hours so we could enjoy this outing. Playing hookie! Isn't that just like a teenager?
Monday, March 26, 2007
Happy "Sweet 16" Candice!
You're sweet 16 today,
My lovely Candy Girl.
My first precious grandchild,
The sweetest in the world.
It doesn't seem too long ago
When I held you in my arms,
And you captured Memaw's heart
With your beauty and your charms.
Each year you've been a blessing
As I watched you learn and grow.
Each moment a time to cherish
Because I love you so.
Your graceful transformation
Has taken me by surprise.
A young lady, not a baby,
Has appeared before my eyes.
You have your act together,
You're more than a pretty face.
You have brains and determination
That can take you anyplace.
You're sweet 16 today,
What a special place to be.
Happy birthday, Candy Girl,
You mean so much to me.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
A Surprise Visit
As if being at work and knowing it's Friday isn't good enough, add a surprise visit from an old school chum. I was working at my desk when the door opened and there was Jan Tucker with two Sonic Butterfinger Blasts. I immediately grabbed both her and my ice cream! It was a slow day for me at work (I was actually working on the newsletter) so we had a wonderful visit for over two hours.
Jan lost her mother this month and we talked about her and all the things associated with going through her belongings. In her funny Jan style, Jan related comical stories about her mother. I've saved an e-mail from her mother where she told me she had finished both my books and hoped I had the others finished before she died. She'd been in and out of the hospital the past few months, but still her death was unexpected. I remember her from the teen years when I'd spend the night at Jan's house. I attended her funeral and it was a beautiful celebration of her life.
Jan retired from her job where she handled insurance claims the day before she came to see me. She shared several folders her co-workers and boss had assembled of their fun times with her and their pictures so she'd never forget them. It was clear that Jan's warm smile and sunny personality had won them all over, not to mention how efficient she was on the job. I know she will be greatly missed. But as I told her, I hope their loss is my gain as she will be free to drop in on me from time to time.
I thoroughly enjoyed her visit (and the Butterfinger Blast) and it was a wonderful way to end the day and begin the weekend. Jan is such an "up" person that one can't stay down very long in her presence. She has a heart of gold, she remembers every occasion, and she gives herself as a friend for life. I feel very fortunate to be in that privileged group of friends.
The following day she left a phone message about a book club that would be willing to have me come to their meeting and speak on Simon Says, Books One and Two. Once I get back with her on that, I will share the good news. She's always pushing my books and has been a wonderful support during this time. I appreciate her and the woman she is very much. Believe me, I'm not alone. Anyone who knows her feels the same way. What a gal!
Jan lost her mother this month and we talked about her and all the things associated with going through her belongings. In her funny Jan style, Jan related comical stories about her mother. I've saved an e-mail from her mother where she told me she had finished both my books and hoped I had the others finished before she died. She'd been in and out of the hospital the past few months, but still her death was unexpected. I remember her from the teen years when I'd spend the night at Jan's house. I attended her funeral and it was a beautiful celebration of her life.
Jan retired from her job where she handled insurance claims the day before she came to see me. She shared several folders her co-workers and boss had assembled of their fun times with her and their pictures so she'd never forget them. It was clear that Jan's warm smile and sunny personality had won them all over, not to mention how efficient she was on the job. I know she will be greatly missed. But as I told her, I hope their loss is my gain as she will be free to drop in on me from time to time.
I thoroughly enjoyed her visit (and the Butterfinger Blast) and it was a wonderful way to end the day and begin the weekend. Jan is such an "up" person that one can't stay down very long in her presence. She has a heart of gold, she remembers every occasion, and she gives herself as a friend for life. I feel very fortunate to be in that privileged group of friends.
The following day she left a phone message about a book club that would be willing to have me come to their meeting and speak on Simon Says, Books One and Two. Once I get back with her on that, I will share the good news. She's always pushing my books and has been a wonderful support during this time. I appreciate her and the woman she is very much. Believe me, I'm not alone. Anyone who knows her feels the same way. What a gal!
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
A Night With Josh Groban
Actually, it wasn't as intimate as it sounds. Besides, I have children older than him, but a girl can dream, can't she?
Allison, my daughter, treated me to a wonderful concert with Josh Groban. He has quite a following, not just Allison and me. We brought along Sophia to give her an introduction into culture (our variety) and to make sure she falls madly in love with our idol. Apparently she did. Once she sang along with him for a second or two, the rest of the time she was perfectly quiet. We couldn't have asked for a better baby.
Prior to the concert, Robin treated us to dinner at Spring Creek and handed us money to pay for parking or any Groban treasures we might want to buy. Since Josh wasn't for sale, we paid for parking with no other indulgences. My favorite male voice is baritone and it comes out of Josh's mouth beautifully. I'm very conservative about music (you will never see me at a rock concert) and Josh has a soothing and romantic way of singing his songs.
My favorite song of his is You Raise Me Up and it looked as though he wouldn't sing it this time. But when he came out for the second encore, I heard the tune begin and I was thrilled. Allison got to hear one of his favorites too, his lullaby song, which she enjoyed while cuddling her precious bundle who was being a real angel. Have I told you yet how good Sophia was? I'm sure being held by Mommy and Memaw was pretty exciting for her too.
Unfortunately, the picture of our Groban Babe is blurry and doesn't do him justice, but we three concert-goers are there.
Allison, my daughter, treated me to a wonderful concert with Josh Groban. He has quite a following, not just Allison and me. We brought along Sophia to give her an introduction into culture (our variety) and to make sure she falls madly in love with our idol. Apparently she did. Once she sang along with him for a second or two, the rest of the time she was perfectly quiet. We couldn't have asked for a better baby.
Prior to the concert, Robin treated us to dinner at Spring Creek and handed us money to pay for parking or any Groban treasures we might want to buy. Since Josh wasn't for sale, we paid for parking with no other indulgences. My favorite male voice is baritone and it comes out of Josh's mouth beautifully. I'm very conservative about music (you will never see me at a rock concert) and Josh has a soothing and romantic way of singing his songs.
My favorite song of his is You Raise Me Up and it looked as though he wouldn't sing it this time. But when he came out for the second encore, I heard the tune begin and I was thrilled. Allison got to hear one of his favorites too, his lullaby song, which she enjoyed while cuddling her precious bundle who was being a real angel. Have I told you yet how good Sophia was? I'm sure being held by Mommy and Memaw was pretty exciting for her too.
Unfortunately, the picture of our Groban Babe is blurry and doesn't do him justice, but we three concert-goers are there.
Thank you, Allison, my Blondie, for surprising me with a ticket months ago and making me sweat it out until the last moment. It was worth the wait. He was worth the wait. And I so enjoyed my girls night out with you and Sophia.
Monday, March 19, 2007
The Woodlands
Robin and I spent the weekend in The Woodlands, a plush, woodsy area just north of Houston. Robin's sister and brother-in-law, Kate and Joseph, were there visiting his daughter and her family. The trip was a last minute decision and we forgot to pack the camera, along with a clip for my hair while bathing.
We drove along Woodlands Parkway for awhile looking for a hotel. When we didn't find one, we headed back to I-45 and booked a room. The following morning as we got more into The Woodlands, we noticed two hotels. I'm sure our room rate on I-45 was more affordable - with the added perk of interstate traffic noise.
We met the gang at Benihanna's for dinner. The chef who prepared our food at our table was very good and his juggling acts were fabulous. The small small boys in our group were fascinated. Robin was happy to get my portion of shrimp and I was delighted to get his share of the grilled zuchinni. The fried rice, salad, and onion soup were wonderful, but my filet mignon lacked flavor. However, it was a wonderful evening and we thoroughly enjoyed the company.
After Benihanna's we met on Market Street at Cold Stone ice cream. The aromas that fill the nostrils when walking in make you want to indulge in all of it. They serve ice cream in three cup sizes: small is "I like it", medium is "I love it", and large is "I gotta have it". My taste buds were yelling gotta have it, but my common sense settled for I like it. Truthfully, had my common sense been alert, I wouldn't have stepped foot in there.
We ate our ice cream in the square while watching the boys play in the grass and the beautiful colors of the lighted fountain. We browsed a few shops before they locked their doors for the night.
Robin and I slept in Sunday morning while Kate and Joseph went to church with their kids. We met up for sandwiches at Potbelly. Later, we sat on a patio and sipped our Starbucks coffee before boarding a boat for a tour of the canal. The area and architecture are beautiful. Robin and I shopped in Tommy Bahamas and he bought me their signature fragrance (I think that makes 121 bottles that have to be dusted on my vanity).
We headed home using back roads until we arrived in Waco. Then, it was bumper to bumper all the way past Hillsboro. The gridlock was a combination of road construction and hungover Spring Breakers heading home. I overheard one young woman on her phone while waiting in a long line for a bathroom, that she planned to take a cruise next time, that she was so tired of drunks falling all over her. Sounds like fun, huh?
It was well after 10:00 pm when we got home and I still had to put a load of clothes in the washing machine. So I'm behind on my laundry? We still had a great weekend!
We drove along Woodlands Parkway for awhile looking for a hotel. When we didn't find one, we headed back to I-45 and booked a room. The following morning as we got more into The Woodlands, we noticed two hotels. I'm sure our room rate on I-45 was more affordable - with the added perk of interstate traffic noise.
We met the gang at Benihanna's for dinner. The chef who prepared our food at our table was very good and his juggling acts were fabulous. The small small boys in our group were fascinated. Robin was happy to get my portion of shrimp and I was delighted to get his share of the grilled zuchinni. The fried rice, salad, and onion soup were wonderful, but my filet mignon lacked flavor. However, it was a wonderful evening and we thoroughly enjoyed the company.
After Benihanna's we met on Market Street at Cold Stone ice cream. The aromas that fill the nostrils when walking in make you want to indulge in all of it. They serve ice cream in three cup sizes: small is "I like it", medium is "I love it", and large is "I gotta have it". My taste buds were yelling gotta have it, but my common sense settled for I like it. Truthfully, had my common sense been alert, I wouldn't have stepped foot in there.
We ate our ice cream in the square while watching the boys play in the grass and the beautiful colors of the lighted fountain. We browsed a few shops before they locked their doors for the night.
Robin and I slept in Sunday morning while Kate and Joseph went to church with their kids. We met up for sandwiches at Potbelly. Later, we sat on a patio and sipped our Starbucks coffee before boarding a boat for a tour of the canal. The area and architecture are beautiful. Robin and I shopped in Tommy Bahamas and he bought me their signature fragrance (I think that makes 121 bottles that have to be dusted on my vanity).
We headed home using back roads until we arrived in Waco. Then, it was bumper to bumper all the way past Hillsboro. The gridlock was a combination of road construction and hungover Spring Breakers heading home. I overheard one young woman on her phone while waiting in a long line for a bathroom, that she planned to take a cruise next time, that she was so tired of drunks falling all over her. Sounds like fun, huh?
It was well after 10:00 pm when we got home and I still had to put a load of clothes in the washing machine. So I'm behind on my laundry? We still had a great weekend!
Monday, March 12, 2007
Happy 5th Birthday, Jude!
A blessed day, the Ides of March,
The year was two thousand and two,
When our family proudly assembled
To love and welcome you.
I'll never forget the smile
That was on your mother's face,
I knew her precious baby boy
In her heart had found a place.
And when your Daddy held you
His chest would swell with pride.
You became his little buddy,
Walking closely by his side.
Your Memaw looked at your sweet face
And immediately fell in love.
Your big blue eyes, your tender heart,
All created up above.
Your laughter is a symphony,
Your mere presence is a joy.
There's every cherished quality
Wrapped up in our little boy.
How God must have exclaimed,
"I'll create a wondrous dude!
And give him a loving family,
And they will call him Jude."
The year was two thousand and two,
When our family proudly assembled
To love and welcome you.
I'll never forget the smile
That was on your mother's face,
I knew her precious baby boy
In her heart had found a place.
And when your Daddy held you
His chest would swell with pride.
You became his little buddy,
Walking closely by his side.
Your Memaw looked at your sweet face
And immediately fell in love.
Your big blue eyes, your tender heart,
All created up above.
Your laughter is a symphony,
Your mere presence is a joy.
There's every cherished quality
Wrapped up in our little boy.
How God must have exclaimed,
"I'll create a wondrous dude!
And give him a loving family,
And they will call him Jude."
Sunday, March 11, 2007
A Date with Bubba J
Jude is going to have a birthday soon and Robin and I decided age 5 was old enough for our lunch and shopping trips with grandchildren having a birthday. Jude was as excited about this adventure as we were. He just couldn't believe his car seat would be placed in Memaw's car and that he would have us all to himself.
The fun began at the eating place of his choice - Steak & Shake. He enjoyed a grilled cheese sandwich, fries, and a chocolate shake. He also asked for water since he's such a good boy. Papa Robin had chicken strips, fries and a shake, and I stuck with my usual of a single burger, fries and a Diet Coke. We all ate well! Jude kept thanking us for feeding him and spending the time with him for his special birthday. Once, he hugged and kissed me and told me he'd always be my Bubba J. That melted a big portion of my heart. His Mom had told him to seize each moment and enjoy it and not rush it. He obeyed perfectly. He kept eating after we finished and I told him there was no rush when he told me he wasn't through eating.
Next, we bounded into the car for the thrilling trip to Toys R Us. All the way there he told us he was having a great time and he thanked us over and over. When we neared our exit and the big Toys R Us sign loomed ahead, the excitement grew for Jude. I didn't have to ask him twice what the sign said.
I must point out here that he told me at lunch that he wouldn't get anything expensive since money also needed to be used for food and clothes. I thought that was very insightful for such a young guy.
The first aisle in the store was their summer display of outside, beach and pool toys. Jude spotted a plastic wheelbarrow set with a rake, shovel, and other gardening tools. He said he would be a good gardener. Sorry Mom and Dad if the flowerbeds get destroyed. That was the first item in the basket. Next, we took him to the "boy" section where all the cool toys were. He found a battery-operated tank with all the bells and whistles and told me he would like that and he would be done. I explained we still had money allotted for his birthday and he could pick out another toy. I knew he liked the characters from Toy Story so I steered him in that direction. He found another Buzz Lightyear that was a little different than the one he already had. He fell in love with it and it, too, went into the basket. Jude then announced he was done. That was good to hear since the limit had been met. We were impressed nonetheless.
I suggested picking out a soft plush toy for Baylee and Sophia. Jude was reluctant to do so, saying "it will be another stuffed animal that Mom and I have to pick up". I told him I think Baylee can understand that she's big enough to help clean. We bought her a small pug dog and a bunny for Sophia. We also picked out a big, pink pool bag for Mama. Jude was anxious to go home and show his family his treasures.
It was such a wonderful day with our little guy. I couldn't believe how appreciative he was of every moment, every morsel of food, and every toy. He was so sweet and polite and I salute his parents for teaching him to be that way. We love you, Jude!
The fun began at the eating place of his choice - Steak & Shake. He enjoyed a grilled cheese sandwich, fries, and a chocolate shake. He also asked for water since he's such a good boy. Papa Robin had chicken strips, fries and a shake, and I stuck with my usual of a single burger, fries and a Diet Coke. We all ate well! Jude kept thanking us for feeding him and spending the time with him for his special birthday. Once, he hugged and kissed me and told me he'd always be my Bubba J. That melted a big portion of my heart. His Mom had told him to seize each moment and enjoy it and not rush it. He obeyed perfectly. He kept eating after we finished and I told him there was no rush when he told me he wasn't through eating.
Next, we bounded into the car for the thrilling trip to Toys R Us. All the way there he told us he was having a great time and he thanked us over and over. When we neared our exit and the big Toys R Us sign loomed ahead, the excitement grew for Jude. I didn't have to ask him twice what the sign said.
I must point out here that he told me at lunch that he wouldn't get anything expensive since money also needed to be used for food and clothes. I thought that was very insightful for such a young guy.
The first aisle in the store was their summer display of outside, beach and pool toys. Jude spotted a plastic wheelbarrow set with a rake, shovel, and other gardening tools. He said he would be a good gardener. Sorry Mom and Dad if the flowerbeds get destroyed. That was the first item in the basket. Next, we took him to the "boy" section where all the cool toys were. He found a battery-operated tank with all the bells and whistles and told me he would like that and he would be done. I explained we still had money allotted for his birthday and he could pick out another toy. I knew he liked the characters from Toy Story so I steered him in that direction. He found another Buzz Lightyear that was a little different than the one he already had. He fell in love with it and it, too, went into the basket. Jude then announced he was done. That was good to hear since the limit had been met. We were impressed nonetheless.
I suggested picking out a soft plush toy for Baylee and Sophia. Jude was reluctant to do so, saying "it will be another stuffed animal that Mom and I have to pick up". I told him I think Baylee can understand that she's big enough to help clean. We bought her a small pug dog and a bunny for Sophia. We also picked out a big, pink pool bag for Mama. Jude was anxious to go home and show his family his treasures.
It was such a wonderful day with our little guy. I couldn't believe how appreciative he was of every moment, every morsel of food, and every toy. He was so sweet and polite and I salute his parents for teaching him to be that way. We love you, Jude!
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Happy Birthday, Ron!
It is with immense pride that I recognize my son, Ron, today on his 38th birthday. I can't believe the little blonde, blue-eyed baby boy I held in my arms so many years ago is now 38. Even harder to believe, is how his age dates me. I feel very fortunate to be the mother of such a fine man and I appreciate so much about him. He's funny, responsible, talented, and he used to be handsome. You might find these latest pictures of him to be quite shocking. Perhaps it's the fact that he is turning 38 that caused him to slip into a mid-life crisis, but I was shocked to see what he'd done to his thick curly hair.
Ron has never paid much attention to the fact that his dark, golden locks might need to be trimmed. It's not unusual for him to go months without a haircut. I've mentioned a few times that he needs a haircut, to which he agrees, but nothing is done about it. Well, as you can see, he did something about it this week. He had his daughter, Candice, shave the top of his head bald, leaving the thick clumps of hair in the back and on the sides. He even threatened to do a comb-over. I admit he got a lot of laughs from everyone at work, customers and employees alike. My fear is that as the years go by, what will he do next. Perhaps an orange mohawk? He assures me he will show up at work with his head totally shaved. Maybe it will be an improvement, but I doubt it will be much of one.
Regardless of the damage he has done to the good looks he was blessed with, I still wish him a very happy birthday, complete with homemade chocolate chip cookies. He's invaluable to me at work, and even more invaluable to my life. He may have a new Bozo "do", but I love this kid.
Happy birthday, Ron. You're the best.
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Perogies Anyone?
About a month ago my son, Ron, asked for perogies for his 38th birthday. Mind you, perogies are a lot of work. I considered this request and came to the conclusion that since I hadn't made perogies for him since his 30th birthday, it was really not an unreasonable request.
So, like a dutiful and loving mother, I busied myself in the kitchen for hours and toiled over 56 perogies. Making the dough and filling are the easy part. It becomes time-consuming when each perogie is cut out, filled, and the edges crimped with a fork. They rest on clean towels until the last one is made, then they are dropped into boiling water. Once removed from the water they are placed in a bowl and covered with melted butter and onions. A lot of work, but oh yum! Robin and I sneaked a few to eat with our smothered steak for dinner. The rest will be taken to work tomorrow for Ron, along with a carton of sour cream.
His birthday is three days away so I'm sure I'll be back in the kitchen on Tuesday night for homemade peanut butter cookies with extra peanuts. No, Ron isn't spoiled, he's just one of my kids and I love them all very much. Besides, making perogies isn't so bad when they only have to be made every 8 years.
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