Thursday, August 28, 2014
I remember Grandma Dawkins' old swing, just to the right of the front door. One, or was it two, of the slats were broken on one end so the lucky kids would crowd up next to Grandma to swing (the safer side), but that always left somebody having to set on the broken part. Grandma was a nature lover so many discussions were held on that porch swing. We would swing for hours watching the birds bring bits of straw, string, or anything that could possibly make for a good nest at the top of the corner pillars. We'd wait for---ev---er to hear the little birds chirping when the momma bird would bring food to drop in their little mouths. Oh, the good times, the memories...............memories of a great childhood.
As I swung tonight, I recalled my older two grandchildren swinging just like our new little baby. Each infant had their time cuddling with Nana on that swing. As the boys got older they'd beg me to go higher and faster until old Nana was almost seasick. They loved it if the swing could hit the back wall. No doubt the baby will soon want to go faster and faster. Yes, the old swing is a keeper. Some day the kids might want to bring their babies to swing on Nana's swing.
There's no doubt that Grandma would use that swing every day even if we were not there. Air conditioning was unheard of so an afternoon on the swing created a pleasant breeze. I sure wish I had her old swing, but no doubt even if I had gotten it way back when, it would have rotted away by now. I'd love to swing another afternoon on her old swing, but only with her.
I love you.
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
Although I only blog for my family, there are lots of days when I just can't write because this or that happened. I see bloggers writing day after day after day. I wonder, do they have any personal tragedies? How do they remain upbeat?
This summer was filled with personal sadness as were the previous three summers..............many days where I had no desire to get on the computer. Nothing seemed to be important. So.........even though I don't want the summer of 2014 to end, I will look forward to autumn. I am going to embrace autumn and all her colors with all my heart. I am looking for renewal and a hope for a brighter future. I am going to smile with a heart of thanksgiving. Who knows, maybe I will write a few more posts.........writing is really fun for me.
Summer 2014 is almost over.
I love you.
Monday, August 25, 2014
I am craving chocolate and not chocolate chips as the hubby tried to pawn off to me just now, but real chocolate candy. I am not a crazy chocolate lover, but every once in a while nothing will do but a bite of chocolate. Tonight's the time........just a little nibble of Mrs. See's chocolates. I want a whole box of Mrs. See's chocolates..............a whole box of assorted candies with nuts, preferably, to pick and choose the perfect flavor.
Full disclosure: I have been known to discretely sample my chocolates for just a little nibble and then put them back in the box to share with the hubby......if I don't like them, that is! Hubby is not real crazy of me sharing my chocolates once they have been nibbled on. So.........one Christmas, Pam B. gave me the neatest gift.............a chocolate sampler device, kind of like a tiny spoon/fork/knife combined. Now I can sample my chocolates without even touching them and even more discrete than ever before.
My daughter often tells the story of when my mom was in the hospital and I came in her room eating a cookie. Mom had been forbidden from eating anything that morning and there I was eating a cookie right in front of her. Mom said in her tiny voice, "Just a little nibble?" Tonight, Mom, I just want just a little nibble -- of chocolate. ............and Mom, I am sorry for eating that cookie in front of you.
I love you!!
I did not get my chocolate tonight and that's ok, but my icy Coke Zero is good, but doesn't taste one bit like chocolate.
Friday, August 22, 2014
When I blog, I usually wait till the end of the post to decide what the subject will be. Today, however, I knew what the subject would be even before I opened the computer.
Today I held my little sleeping beauty during her two hour nap observing her every detail. I could not get enough of her sweetness. How tiny her hands still are even though she is now 5 months old; soft pale skin. Those beautiful little dimples on the back of her hands. How long her eyelashes are. How her mouth forms a perfect little O while she sleeps and how her mouth purses when I bend to kiss those sweet little baby lips. The smell of her baby breath escaping from that tiny mouth. The curls of her dark brown hair as she perspires against my arm. The flutter of her eyes as she fights to wake but just can't give up the comfort of her Nana’s bosom just a few more minutes of dreamless sleep.
As I held her and observed her, I began to think about her life and what she was about to begin. There is so much hope I have for her. One of these days, I hope she reads this...........when she is old enough to comprehend.
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Well, it started. Another school year - 2014-2015. That alone boggles my mind. How in the world did it get to 2014? Gosh, I remember thinking about the 2000s and not really comprehending the idea of another century. But that was in the 1960s and one day I closed my eyes, the next day I woke up and it was December 31, 1999 and we were staying up to see the year 2000.
But I digress. School has started and my two grandsons have started in new school due to changing school boundaries. I cannot tell you how proud of them I am. All my worries for the last 3 months were unfounded. Up until last week, their mom had planned on getting transfer letters for them to remain at the old school. After getting the letters, mom took them on a tour of the school just in case their transfer request was rejected. It didn't take them but a few moments to both decide the "new" school might be fun. So.............back they went to take back the transfer letters and at that moment I knew my boys were going to be ok. It was their decision and I believe it will be the right one for them.
Blaine loves his new school and his new teacher. His homeroom teacher and his wife were missionaries in Africa at one point so I know the stories this man will tell will be right down Blaine's alley. Logan..........well we will wait and see, but he did tell his mom that his teacher might be nice because she told all the other kids that they needed to look at Logan and do what he was doing. He is always quite proud when someone brags on him.
So………onward and upward to a good school year. I love you boys. You are still the age you were in this picture to me, not 10 and not 7. Very, very proud of you. Your nana wasn’t as brave as you.
Monday, August 18, 2014
Thursday, August 14, 2014
Today has been one of those ordinary days, but there was nothing ordinary about it. I attended my very best couple friend's funeral. It was hard to say goodbye for so many reasons. How can I say goodbye to 40 years friendship? While we were different as night and day, I will miss that soft voice, that lovely smile.........and believe me, she had the best smile. I will miss her gentle spirit.
So today I said goodbye to her, I am not going to dwell on her death, but her courage in her darkest, sickest hours and look even further back to remember those Corvette trips, outings, vacations, dinners in each others' homes, eating out........... Fun times with a sweet girl.
As I was walking tonight, thinking of her, alone, I was sad and almost wanted to give up writing, give up Facebook, give up on emailing, give up on a lot of things. I wonder if anybody besides me ever has those moments when so much seems like such a huge effort. Jealousy reared its ugly head.......why can't I have a life like that, why can't I have that beautiful home, why can't I be so popular, why can't I have a boat and a new car at the same time, why can't I.............such ugly words..........why can't I. Oh I was having my pity party tonight.
When I got back to the house, cooled down a bit, and started to play a game of solitaire on the internet it hit me..............do I want to spend my hours playing solitaire or do I want to get into the game again? Do I want to stagnate or do I want to live life? I chose life and I chose it be happy. I chose the words "I have. I have. I have. I have so many, many blessings."
So here I am writing a silly blog...........nobody reads it except for a couple.............but therapy for me..........words to help clear my mind. I am pulling my big girl panties up and dealing with it. I have so many, many blessings.
I love you.
Thursday, August 7, 2014
The other day I made some delicious Chicken Enchiladas with sour cream sauce. I am posting this for a certain someone. You know how I love to use up every little bit of a rotisserie chicken so here's just another version, but it was better than all the others I have made.
Friday, July 11, 2014
"I have a long-time friend who is an engineer and also a non-pareil stock picker. I've watched this guy pick stocks for 38 years -- and watched him buy stocks that looked like garbage but turned into gold. I came to the conclusion 205 years ago that engineers rather than politicians and lawyers should rule the world. Imagine for a moment that the president, the Cabinet and all the White House staff were engineers instead of lawyers.
Then imagine that members of Congress (47 percent are lawyers) were engineers. Without question, our tax code would be fair; the budget would be balanced; our public schools would be exceptional; poverty would be eliminated; welfare plummet; the trains would run on time; and there would be peace in the valley. Lawyers are America's terrorists but without guns or suicide vests."
Mr. Berko goes on to answer the couple's question regarding an investment of REITs, but it is take on engineers that causes me to laugh. If you have ever met or known an engineer, you might tend to agree with him.
I married one of these engineers and here's a little tongue in cheek of what I have learned from a union of 42 years.
If you want to do anything, and I repeat, anything on the spur of the moment - do NOT marry an engineer. Things have to be thought through thoroughly and there might be drawings involved.
If you want your engineer to handcraft an item, expect this project to take weeks and weeks, with drawing after drawing. Expect to see a list of parts needed with associated costs. Then expect to see a list of like items selling in the stores and a price comparison and the feasibility and practicality of the hand crafted item versus one from a store. By the way, an engineer's time is almost never accounted for in a price comparison. They work for free. If your engineer should finally decide that the project is worthwhile, there will be a build sheet, cost listed for all individual parts, and now in the digital age, pictures.
If you want a brand new car - do NOT ever marry an engineer -- do you know how much a car's value drops just driving it off the lot? Nope, not gonna happen in the Tucker house.
If you expect to have a new appliance now and again - do NOT marry an engineer. That engineer you married takes great delight in seeing just how long they can make an appliance last. Case in point, my dishwasher was bought in 1987 (I kid you not!) has been fixed probably 5 times.............the sucker just won't break to the point of not being fixable by my engineer hubby. On the positive side, an engineer can save you tons of money.
If you want to win at any trivia game - marry an engineer. They are the smartest people I have ever met with few exceptions who, come to think of it, are just non-degreed engineers themselves.
Engineers are NOT snappy dressers. Clothes are definitely not a first priority for most engineers. In fact, their clothes might be a little thread-bare. If they are still working, it wouldn't be that unusual to see them with a pocket protector. And you can depend on them to have an ink pen within their reach. Trivia: They work crossword puzzles in ink.
I wrote all this as humor, but there is a lot of truth in it as well. The engineer I married can fix almost anything. This has been proven on many occasions by many people. If you can't figure it out, call Johnny. First, he is probably going to ask you if it is plugged in, if you checked to see if you need gas, if you checked the circuit breaker, and what you were doing at the time of breakage. Then even if you verified all these things to him, when he comes to your rescue he will check them out himself. Engineers leave little to chance so don't be offended if he checks everything twice. They are also by nature very pessimistic. They tend not to believe a word of anything until they have researched and tested it themselves.
Yep, an engineer is good to have around and very handy.
I love you!
Thursday, July 10, 2014
We used to go to outdoor concerts every week; our little kids in tow. We'd spread our blankets out and break out the picnic baskets and treats and wait for the music to begin. I have a fond memory of the man over under that tree at Mount Saint Mary's dancing alone; his left arm up around his imaginary lady's shoulders and his right around her waist. I would love to have known his story for he reminded me of my own father. Was he a World War II vet? Was he a widower? Was he dreaming of the imaginary lady? Or was he just enjoying the music? He didn't even know anybody was watching.........but I was. It was a beautiful poignant sight and filled me with a lump in my throat.............watching him and his imaginary lady..............and that lump is in my throat just recalling him again.
Another memory for me was dancing with my youngest nephew back in the early 80s. We were at a Prairie Home Companion show that was being broadcast from an Edmond park. My nephew was just a little baby and the music was lively so I couldn't help myself. I remember the spontaneity of jumping up and grabbing that sweet baby and bouncing him around a bit. I dare not use the word dance. I think we all use a baby now and again just to do something that we'd otherwise not do.
I don't recall all the individual concert venues, but the memories of snapping open the blanket, the picnics, the sodas, the treats for the children, the laughter, the dancing of toddlers around our blanket, the sleepy kids staring at the evening stars...............those have jelled into the most beautiful concert of all.
I hope my children remember those good times for I sure do. I hope they have fond memories of their childhood. I hope their memories are as good as the ones I recall..............even if we never got them a McDonald's Happy Meal.
I love you.
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