Thursday, October 16, 2014

Your Smile is Your Logo

Your smile is your logo,
your personality is your business card,
how you leave people feeling after
having an experience with you
becomes your trademark.

(Author Unknown)

This was a Facebook shared post by my niece today.  I wanted to share it with you.  This is so true!

Retirement brings about a certain "I've done it.  I've paid my dues so get out of my way.  You owe me!" attitude.  I see it all the time.  I do my shopping during the week and see lots of people my age or older out running errands.  Some of these people are so rude I am embarrassed for them.  Don't they realize that how they leave people feeling after having an experience with them just became their trademark?  I know when they leave I am glad I am not married to that person or I am glad they aren't my neighbor or I am glad they aren't my mother. 

Now I am not going to tell you that I am all smiles and giggles when I am out, but I have learned that being a little nicer sure has helped me acquire what I need from a sales person.  If you can put a little smile on someone's face, it might be the only smile they get that day.  How many smiles does it take to erase that unpleasant experience they had earlier......the one where the guy was screaming because he didn't understand what was needed to get his car tag.   

Smiling doesn't take much effort.  I have heard that it takes more muscles to make a frown than it does to smile.  I don't want to be the crabby old woman that lives in the third house on the left.  I don't want the sales person to roll her eyes to her coworker after I leave.  Just smile!

Your smile is your logo. 

I love you.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

It's the Coffee Talking

I have just had my two cups of coffee and, yes I am drinking the stuff again, and I am chomping at the bit (bet you haven't heard that phrase in years or perhaps you haven't heard it at all) to do some crafting, cooking, traveling, shopping, and cleaning--maybe a closet or two.  I can't even believe I said the "clean" word since it is not a favorite pastime, but I might even break out the old dust rag.

There is something in that coffee I tell you.  Something that makes my fingers just fly over the keys of this computer.  You can't believe how fast I am typing this morning.  Not going to say this is a grammatically correct post or that I used the correct punctuation though.  Speaking of fingers flying over the keyboard--I am eternally grateful that my dad drove me crazy every Sunday night about me taking typing.  Oh yes, he pushed me.  He knew I didn't want to go to college so he was prepping me for some skills to have for the work place.  So here I am many years later, after a career of doing a lot of typing, with my fingers positioned on the keyboard exactly as Mrs. Kelton taught me.

Well, that brings me back to today.  Just what will I do today?  Still have most of it ahead of me.  I cannot convince my daughter that she needs to join me in my coffee zeal so I guess I need to get up and..........let's see.............hmmm...........maybe clean the pantry, yes that is what I will do.  Or maybe I will dust..............I need to dust.  I hate dusting!!!  Or maybe I will cook up a bunch of freezer meals.  I have plenty of near out of date pantry items.  Or maybe I will make a wreath.  I saw some Bittersweet on the back of the property.  Or maybe I will shop.  I need carpet so maybe I should shop for some.  Or maybe I will travel.  Okay, I could travel to the carpet store.  Whew!  I am tired just thinking of all the possibilities for today.  Whew!  I need another cup of coffee!!!!

It's the coffee talking.

I love you.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

They Don't Charge Old People, You Know

"They don't charge old people, you know."  Yes, that is what the hubby said and I turned and glared at him.

To be truthful I knew that my license was free because I had hit that magic age, but I forgot about it.  So I bounced my way right on in to get my new drivers license.  After filling out some paperwork about voter registration (who knew they do that), the clerk walked off and I was completely immersed in looking at myself in the mirror at the end of the aisle.  Pretty vain, huh, but I was all caught up admiring myself and thinking "dang, you look pretty good for an old woman of a certain age".  All of sudden the clerk reappears and tells me to follow her down to the camera.  Beginning to think I was loosing my memory, my short term--3 minute memory, I blurted out, "Did I pay?"  She smiled her sweet smile and told me it was free.! 

I was still bouncing when I returned home, showing off my new license to my hubby; and by the way it is the best picture I have taken in years.  He was impressed that I remembered to get a new one since that isn't the reason I went out this afternoon.  I told him that it didn't cost me a thing, and he said, "They don't charge old people, you know."  I glared!!!! 

But here's how I really feel about it.  I can either embrace getting older or I can deny it.  Either way, there isn't a person out there that is going to believe I am younger than the age on my drivers license.  I might as well embrace it; so embracing it, I am.  So here is to a good day - a free license.  Not everything is negative about aging.

They don't charge old people, you know.

I love you.

Monday, October 13, 2014

And It Was Good

I fixed a wonderful meal tonight; a meal of old like Mom used to make.  Cube steak, mashed potatoes, gravy and frozen corn that I had cut off the cob this summer.  It was great!  Hubby was delighted.  We don't eat like that much anymore. 

But...........oh................we used to.  We used to eat like this everyday.  When I was a girl, we raised our own beef and there was always meat in the freezer........lots of beef.  Too much beef, they tell us today.  Mom didn't care much for steak--grilled steak or charcoal steak, that is.  But she was all about frying every cut including the T-bones and ribeyes.  Yes, that was how she cooked it.......almost every meal was fried steak.  Salt and peppered, floured and fried in shortening.  Every time.  And you know what, it was good.

And then I raised my own family, and I, too, had lots of beef in the freezer, thanks to my parents.  I fixed lots of steaks, too, and I am my mother's daughter so I cooked them as I was taught.  As the years went by, I learned that red meat isn't the most healthy thing to eat so we have gradually lessened it in our diets.  Every once in a while though, I have to go back to the old ways and fix some cubed steak with gravy and tonight it was exceptional.

Doesn't it just amaze you how our diets have changed in the last 50 years or so.  We lived out in the country and cows were a major part of our life.  We didn't have pizza delivery.  We didn't have a Dairy Queen on the next mile.  We didn't even have a restaurant 10 miles we had a we had we had fried steak every meal.  It fed 5 kids.  And it was good.

I love you.

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Football - Just Let It Go

Televised football games - particularly those involving The University of Oklahoma, are not relaxing for me.  In fact they are more stressful than fun for me to watch.  But if I am at home I am watching, sure that I will have a stroke with each missed touchdown.  I am not a good sport.  I am involved in the game almost as much as the coach.

Today was no different.  The 4th quarter of the OU/Texas game began with surety that the game would go OUs way with little difficulty.  But that last minute left me drained.  A wider spread would have been nice, boys.  We won! 

All this anxiety reminds me of my dad.  He used to get so involved in the game that finally he'd have to go outside to cool down.  One day, he let it all go................  He just let it go.  He watched many games after that, but he just let it go.  I let it go a few years back............the day I went outside after a particularly bad, loosing play, and hit the chimes to the top of the roof.  It let it go.  But today I tried to grab it back and it was not pretty.  I cried just a little after the win.  What would I have done had they lost?  I just need to let it go.

So I am going to just let it go. 

I hope you are having a great day.  It is a cool, cloudy day, 59 degrees in Oklahoma..........a perfect fall day for watching OU football.  Wish daddy was here to "just let it go" with me.  Did I tell you that daddy had an incomplete in his senior year just to go back to play football at Prague.  It's true, I tell you.  B and L, you'd better not do that.
I love you.

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Here's to Falling Acorns

Good evening everybody.  Lots going on here the past few weeks.  Sorry for not posting, but frankly, I have had so many distractions that posting took a back seat and that is a good thing.  For a change, most of them were great distractions.  Believe it or not, there's a whole world out there.

To bring you, or perhaps myself, up to speed, I am back walking.  At least I walked tonight.  Does that actually mean I am back to walking?  Maybe I should take a wait and see on that one.

But for tonight...........we walked.  I know I have told you about our little 5 acres in our little area of the good old USA, but every time I am outside I am reminded how blessed I am.  I can walk right down the center of the road, and rarely do I see a car.  If I do, more than likely it is a neighbor and the window rolls down for a bit of conversation.  Can't beat that.  We do have good neighbors.

A wonderful place.............this place of ours................with only the sharp tin snap of a bat hitting a ball in the far distance to disturb the peace and quiet.................or an acorn falling..................or a dried leaf drifting through the trees...............this place of ours is....................HOME!

Here's to falling acorns.

I love you.

Monday, September 29, 2014

Just a Little Beat

Remember, kids, when daddy would hear a good song and he'd raise his index finger as if directing the music.  It wasn't long before he would raise his hand just a bit and you knew he was totally immersed in the beat. 

Well, last night the gentleman setting beside me at the Tommy Emmanuel concert did exactly the same thing, just like daddy did.  You could tell he was thoroughly enjoying the concert, but at the same time, with just a lifted finger and now and again his hand, you knew he was slightly embarrassed to be demonstrating his love of the music.

I don't know where all my family (not me, of course) gets their musical talent, but I suspect it was Grandpa Dawkins for he played the mandolin.  One thing I remember about Grandma was her love of music, too.  She told me she could tell if someone was enjoying the music because they would tap their feet to the beat, and if not their feet, their hands were moving. 

So last night we were all enjoying the music.  Feet were tapping, fingers were moving, hands were clapping..............all to the beat.  And with Tommy singing "I Still Can't Say Goodbye" and the man moving his finger and then his hand.....................well it brought back lots of memories............of daddy.  Just a little beat...............

Here is a rendition of the song by Chet Atkins.  You might shed a tear.'t+say+goodbye

I love you.
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Monday, September 15, 2014

My Little Barbed Wire Memory

Tonight are watching a documentary about Route 66 through the eyes of Billy Connolly.  Such a very interesting perspective of the old Route 66.  There are so many people around the world who would like nothing more than travel our USA Route 66. 

Anyway, tonight Billy Connolly stopped in McClain, TX, to visit the Devil's Rope Museum.  Devil's Rope as in barbed wire.  You can click on here just in case you are in McClain, TX, as we will be very, very soon on our trip out west.  Who knows we might just stop in.

Of course, you know I have a barbed wire memory, don't you?  The year was 1966, the month was May and I was just about ready to graduate.  I had on a blue and white gingham dress that my mother had made for me.  It was Senior Night and I was really excited because my parents said I could take the car to Shawnee after it was over.  So I jump out of the car and ran to the house to change my clothes before taking off.  I was to meet my cousin in just a little bit.

And here's where it all goes wrong.  I forgot that dad had put up a barbed wire fence, an electric barbed wire, one strand of wire, around the house to keep the cows from getting in the yard.  So here I go, running as fast as I can.  Got to change clothes and get back on the road.  I forgot about the wire until the very last minute, but before running into it head-long, I ducked down.  I ducked down just in time................almost.  I ducked under the wire, but barely and that barb ripped the skin on my back every 1/2 inch for 6 inches.  Not only my skin was ripped, but my brand new dress, the dress mom made for me just for Senior Night was in shreds.  By the time I got my dress off, blood was oozing from every nick.  I was in pain.  You'd think that would keep me home.  You'd be wrong.  I just cleaned myself up, added bandages and off to Sonic I went.

What a great fun memory.  I still have the tiny scars to prove this story.  And bless Mom's heart, she was able to mend that dress by cutting a piece of the fabric on the bias to cover the holes.  I remember the exuberance I felt that night.  Excited that I was going to Shawnee, excited that I was graduating, excited for all the unknown years ahead of me. 

That's it.  My Little Barbed Wire Memory

I love you.

Oh yes, I have another one involving the new car that I wrote about that somewhere in this blog.


Saturday, September 6, 2014

I Miss Kay–I Miss Momma


A couple of days ago, my niece posted on Facebook that she missed her mom.  Now her mom is alive and well and is right across town unless she is on a business trip, but she still missed her.  I miss her mom, too.  She lives right across town from me, too, but we never see each other.  Oh maybe we see each other a couple times a year if one of us makes an effort, but not like we did when mom and dad were alive.  New Years, Easter, Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, birthdays, 4th of July, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Labor Day, Memorial Day---these were all days where all the kids and most of the grandkids would probably be together because our common bond was momma and daddy.  Our common bond is gone.  Now, we each celebrate those holidays with our own individual families--never our paths to cross on most of those holidays. 

To all my extended family, I love you for posting Facebook pictures of all the good times you are still having with your parents, but I am just a tad jealous.   Cherish those times and let your siblings know how much they mean to you.  Time goes so quickly and then that sibling bond, while not broken, is certainly stretched. 
Yes, I miss Kay.  I miss Momma.  I miss them all.  First row: Rhonda is OU shirt, Mom, Kay.  Second row:  Regina, Robert.  Top row:  Brenda – taken Christmas 2003.  That is my family!!!!!  My adored family.

I love you.

Friday, September 5, 2014

All This Makes for a Great Life

Last evening, we went back to the Boulevard Cafeteria.  I have written about this cafeteria before, but last night was so entertaining I wanted to share it again.  Every Thursday night an old guy plays the keyboard--not going to say he is the greatest pianist, but he sure knows a lot of tunes.  And he takes requests.  Anything from The Beatles to Bach and a lot of old show tunes and he is especially good with swing music.  And anyway, there is just something about live music.....

Every time we have gone, there has been a group of older seniors (Older than us, can you believe it?) and last night they were in rare form.  One gentleman was celebrating his 89th birthday, and we, of course, sang along when twenty or more of his friends sang Happy Birthday to him.  I just marvel at these older folks and despite their ails and pains, they show up happy to be there enjoying one another, hugging and kissing as they come and go throughout the evening. 

As we were enjoying watching these folks dance, recall songs, and try to remember who was in that movie with Deborah Kerr, in came a little tiny woman, all alone.  The keyboardist reached out to her holding both her hands.  It was obvious he knew her as he guided her to the others.  I leaned to the hubby and said, "I think she drove herself."  He replied, "You think so?  Nah."  "She came in alone.  Do you see anyone with her?"  Later, he said, "Look, she's holding her keys so I guess she did drive.  Hmm"  It was only a few songs later when we looked up and there she was dancing with another woman a few years younger than her.  Yes, they were dancing a polka.  Oh my, it was the most entertaining thing of the evening.  The old woman was kicking up her legs almost waist high (I kid you not--at least 10 times), then she'd wiggle down and come back up without much struggle.  All eyes were on her, getting applause in the middle of the dance for her moves.  She was loudly applauded and well deserved. 

I actually had tears in my eyes as I watched the old woman dance.  We found out she was 94 years old, but I knew she was only 20 in her mind.  She still thought of herself as the girl she had once been.  In that moment, in front of all those folks, friends--strangers, she was 20.  She still had it!   

Oh, I hope I am like these older folks when I get their age.  I would like nothing more than join a group of friends for some mediocre cafeteria food, some mediocre music, some mediocre dancing, but great time being with friends.........All this makes for a great evening........All this makes for a great life!

I love you!!!

Regarding the scarf post, I went to Versona yesterday and I actually bought a scarf.  Let me clarify that statement.  I did go to Versona and I did buy a scarf, but only so Audrey could play with it.  There are so many pretty gewgaws (my mother-in-law used that word to describe anything bright and shiny), and my Audrey was grabbing at anything within or just beyond her reach.  Hey, it was only $3.00 so why not?!?  That kept her entertained the whole time we were in the store.  So Audrey's mom gets the scarf.....she looks great in them.