Just about this time every year, I start planning my summer only to find that it is drawing to a close rather quickly. Our 2013 summer has been one of the strangest summers ever, from the weather to my very busy day to day life. It was a summer that began very sadly with the death of the hubby's sister. The month of June was almost unbearably sad, but as with life, it must go on.
Here we are just a day away from Labor Day Weekend, and sadly, here we are wrapping up the summer attending another funeral. When I get back, I am going to start my summer. Do you reckon (reckon----an Oklahoma expression) I can wear my white pants?
Yes, this weekend I will be wearing my white jeans trying to get the most out of my favorite summer attire. White jeans in summer.......just love 'em. It was been well drilled into my head all my life that I should not wear white after Labor Day. No white shoes........well no white shoes EVER......no matter what the season. No white jeans. No white jackets. ..................JUST NO WHITE.
So as the season comes to the end, I will saturate myself in white clothing. Come Tuesday, they will all be put away for the winter. They will be safely tucked away, waiting for me come next May and then my happy dance will begin again.
Here's to white jeans.
I love you!
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Saturday, August 24, 2013
No Batteries Required
NO BATTERIES REQUIRED
NO ELECTRICITY NEEDED
NO ADULT SUPERVISION NEEDED
My boys spent the night last night.
They light up my life just like a Debbie Boone song.
They were having the best time making roads for their little cars.
No batteries required and no adult supervision.
Innocent child's play.
No batteries required.
I Love Them
A long time ago, one of my friends told me about finding her 13 year old son in his closet playing with his little hot wheels. She almost cried as she told me the story. You see, the teenager was having an identity crisis; embarrassed that he was playing with cars. Sadly my friend died at a very young age and just a few short years later, that little boy died, too.
It is sad that society pushes our children to grow up TOO soon.
What difference does it make?
I love you, too!
Sunday, August 11, 2013
Into the Woodwork
What to wear? In just a few days we are going to an event that we never, ever, ever thought about attending. We were given tickets to an event on the west coast and air fare.....can't beat that! The trouble is we are not "event" type people............so what to wear??????
You girls out there will understand my dilemma with the clothes. I had no other option than to try to find something appropriate without buying something that I will never wear again. I finally found something that will work there and equally well in Oklahoma City.
No, neither of us will stand out for neither of us will be wearing anything memorable. The hubby assured me as long as we don't wear our hillbilly teeth and clown glasses, nobody will remember even seeing us 15 seconds after passing us." That is exactly what I want, to blend right into the woodwork or in this case, blend right into the grass.
So you won't be seeing me in clown glasses, you won't be seeing me with my hillbilly teeth, and you won't be seeing me in my sheer lace slacks (I did see that yesterday; a woman at least 85 in lace pants...in public....Shawna, please don't let me ever do that even if I beg.) Did I say sheer? Double take, sheer, see-through.....nuf said!
Maybe in a few weeks, I will post some pictures and you can tell me if I blended into the woodwork as I plan.
I love you.
You girls out there will understand my dilemma with the clothes. I had no other option than to try to find something appropriate without buying something that I will never wear again. I finally found something that will work there and equally well in Oklahoma City.
No, neither of us will stand out for neither of us will be wearing anything memorable. The hubby assured me as long as we don't wear our hillbilly teeth and clown glasses, nobody will remember even seeing us 15 seconds after passing us." That is exactly what I want, to blend right into the woodwork or in this case, blend right into the grass.
So you won't be seeing me in clown glasses, you won't be seeing me with my hillbilly teeth, and you won't be seeing me in my sheer lace slacks (I did see that yesterday; a woman at least 85 in lace pants...in public....Shawna, please don't let me ever do that even if I beg.) Did I say sheer? Double take, sheer, see-through.....nuf said!
Maybe in a few weeks, I will post some pictures and you can tell me if I blended into the woodwork as I plan.
I love you.
Friday, August 9, 2013
Yea for Tinker
This morning my oldest grandson asked me if Tinker AFB was the only job I ever had. It almost was, but briefly I worked for the state of Oklahoma and had Tinker not come through, I more than likely would be counting down the hours until I could retire at 65. Yea for Tinker!!!
That two week stint working for the state allowed me my very first paycheck and it came just in time for Christmas, 1966. It was more money than I thought I would ever see at one time. I could buy almost anything I could think of for my family that year. Rather than the ten cent paper dolls, I could spend at least $5 each on my sisters. Oh, yea for Tinker!!!
The hubby and I had a little discussion of how the world has changed, financially speaking, over the last 45 or so years. What once was a luxury is now considered a necessity. So many things in our lives today were not even dreamt of back in 1966.
Our conversation transitioned to today's news about a famous personality who wanted to look at a $38,000 purse. You heard that right, a $38,000 purse. Never mind all the hoopla regarding that news story......that is their story.....but can you even fathom that there is a $38,000 purse out there? Seriously? If you take away one zero, would even a $3,800 purse be justifiable? Seriously? Maybe, maybe, maybe a handmade purse might be justified at $380 for all the workmanship that would go into it, but seriously??? $38,000??????
And............just as we were contemplating that $38,000 purse, we drove by a man who was on the side of the interstate with a shopping cart picking up cans. The hubby said "Anything to make a dollar." It saddened me to think of all the injustices in the world. Believe me, I am a firm believe in working for your money, but things really touch me sometimes. Some people can afford a $38,000 purse and some don't even own one............nothing...........nothing much in the world.
Just because you can afford a $38,000 purse, should you?????? But I could say that about a lot of things................. Well, that's about all I have to say today except yea for Tinker!!!
I love you.
That two week stint working for the state allowed me my very first paycheck and it came just in time for Christmas, 1966. It was more money than I thought I would ever see at one time. I could buy almost anything I could think of for my family that year. Rather than the ten cent paper dolls, I could spend at least $5 each on my sisters. Oh, yea for Tinker!!!
The hubby and I had a little discussion of how the world has changed, financially speaking, over the last 45 or so years. What once was a luxury is now considered a necessity. So many things in our lives today were not even dreamt of back in 1966.
Our conversation transitioned to today's news about a famous personality who wanted to look at a $38,000 purse. You heard that right, a $38,000 purse. Never mind all the hoopla regarding that news story......that is their story.....but can you even fathom that there is a $38,000 purse out there? Seriously? If you take away one zero, would even a $3,800 purse be justifiable? Seriously? Maybe, maybe, maybe a handmade purse might be justified at $380 for all the workmanship that would go into it, but seriously??? $38,000??????
And............just as we were contemplating that $38,000 purse, we drove by a man who was on the side of the interstate with a shopping cart picking up cans. The hubby said "Anything to make a dollar." It saddened me to think of all the injustices in the world. Believe me, I am a firm believe in working for your money, but things really touch me sometimes. Some people can afford a $38,000 purse and some don't even own one............nothing...........nothing much in the world.
Just because you can afford a $38,000 purse, should you?????? But I could say that about a lot of things................. Well, that's about all I have to say today except yea for Tinker!!!
I love you.
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
For Now
Night before last my little grandsons spent the night with me. I needed them....some grandchildren love. They needed me....some grandma love. If you've ever been a grandma, then you know exactly what I am taking about.
I convinced my grandsons that they needed to sleep on pallets just like I did as a child. Remember those? Remember sleeping on pallets at Grandma Dawkins' house? Quilts and other various blankets were spread on the floor and all the cousins would chose our spot and sleep the night away. I suppose we had a sheet or blanket for cover, but I honestly only remember the quilts under us. We were young and we were tough and we could sleep anywhere.
Even though my boys are now 9 and 6, they still seemed so little and innocent. As I told them good night, (they are beginning to be too old for kisses) I held each of their faces in my hands for a moment. B.....the oldest with his fair complexion, and L....the youngest with his dark complexion. Their pretty eyes smiling up at me..........again, so innocent, but what struck so close to my heart was how soft and clear their faces still were. No rough hair stubble. In fact, no hair at all on those beautiful faces. They are still little boys not quite ready for razors. Soon...........soon...........soon. For now I just want to enjoy their soft little faces, to feel that baby skin.
So for now, we will sleep on pallets. We will make hot cocoa and popcorn for our movie. We will eat breakfast on the patio. We will have ice cream sandwiches three times a day. We will go to the secret hideout. We will give hugs. For now...........
I love you.
I convinced my grandsons that they needed to sleep on pallets just like I did as a child. Remember those? Remember sleeping on pallets at Grandma Dawkins' house? Quilts and other various blankets were spread on the floor and all the cousins would chose our spot and sleep the night away. I suppose we had a sheet or blanket for cover, but I honestly only remember the quilts under us. We were young and we were tough and we could sleep anywhere.
Even though my boys are now 9 and 6, they still seemed so little and innocent. As I told them good night, (they are beginning to be too old for kisses) I held each of their faces in my hands for a moment. B.....the oldest with his fair complexion, and L....the youngest with his dark complexion. Their pretty eyes smiling up at me..........again, so innocent, but what struck so close to my heart was how soft and clear their faces still were. No rough hair stubble. In fact, no hair at all on those beautiful faces. They are still little boys not quite ready for razors. Soon...........soon...........soon. For now I just want to enjoy their soft little faces, to feel that baby skin.
So for now, we will sleep on pallets. We will make hot cocoa and popcorn for our movie. We will eat breakfast on the patio. We will have ice cream sandwiches three times a day. We will go to the secret hideout. We will give hugs. For now...........
I love you.
Writing Again
Good morning everybody. I have been absent from this blog for quite a while...........waiting until the moment all was right with the world. Waiting for the time when someone wasn't hurting, either emotionally or physically. Waiting until I had the yard work done. Waiting for the sun to shine. Waiting for a rainy day. Waiting till I made the bed. Waiting till the kids leave. Waiting till I put on my makeup. Waiting till morning. Waiting till evening. Waiting...........waiting...........waiting. Waiting for inspiration.
I have decided that I might not be inspired ever again, but here I am putting something down on this blog. And why not. Blogging/writing makes me happy, makes me feel good inside. Whether I post something funny, something inspirational, something that tugs at your heart (or mine), or even a remembrance of a long ago story..........the posts are all me........my thoughts...........my stories..........my feelings.
So with that in mind, I will start writing again.
I love you.
I have decided that I might not be inspired ever again, but here I am putting something down on this blog. And why not. Blogging/writing makes me happy, makes me feel good inside. Whether I post something funny, something inspirational, something that tugs at your heart (or mine), or even a remembrance of a long ago story..........the posts are all me........my thoughts...........my stories..........my feelings.
So with that in mind, I will start writing again.
I love you.
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