They've Done It Again

Good Saturday Afternoon.  They've done it again, ruined a perfectly delicious recipe trying to make it better.  First, they did it with the watermelon.  See my blog a few days ago and now this.
http://retirementthegoodlife.blogspot.com/2016/05/so-seriously-dont-mess-with-my.html


I've been outside most of the day and decided I'd rest just a bit before heading out to find more flowers to buy.  May have to head to my local nursery.  I've got the bug.............planting bug, that is.


So.............I get on Pinterest to see what kind of inspiration I can absorb in 10 minutes.  Scrolling down, I see all kinds of beautiful plants, but then I come across somebody's idea of a good guacamole.  Now get this.................STRAWBERRIES in the guac!  What is this world coming to?  A perfectly delicious guac tainted with strawberries.  They've done it again. 


I love you guys.


And that's all that's happening here.  Good day.

GIRL Watch Out

Hello.


As you might have guessed, I was a little excited to go to my class reunion last weekend.  While I was looking around for mementos to take with me, I remembered a particular booklet which held all my classmates graduation name cards.


...........up to the attic I go.  It wasn't in the old suitcase which holds many treasurers from long, long ago.  So............I keep digging and digging and digging.  I start to feel my mission to the attic is going to be for naught.  But wait!  What is that over there?  Over there on the other side of the attic.  I'm going to take a look. 


So............I start creeping along and bang!!!  I hit a board that isn't nailed down and my life flashes before my eyes.................well, actually it was the insulation moving toward me or was I getting closer to it.  BAM!  I am down.  I am down hard, right on my bohunkus.  I am down between two rafter beams.  But I am stopped.  Wedged!!  I am not going through the ceiling...........I don't think.  But I am lodged and pretty banged up, but it's my ego that really took a beating. 


So...............I start screaming for the hubby.............of course, he's vacuuming the truck in the shop.  That doesn't stop me from screaming again..............for a good 10 minutes.  Finally, I give up screaming, and rummage around until I find a sliver of broken board (did I break that when I fell?) and start beating on the boards until finally.......................the hubby came into the garage. 


Bottom line is my bottom is lined--lined with bruises that keeps getting darker and uglier 6 days later.  My hubby got me out of the attic just fine guiding one foot after the other until I was on terra ferma.  It could have been a disaster, but all is well and no cracks in the ceiling--I looked as soon as I got in the house. 


I guess it all means that I am getting older despite the fact that I am on 35 or so in my mind.  It came to mind that I might need to be a little more careful in the attic and stay away from the part not floored.  AND BY THE WAY, WHO LEAVES BOARDS IN THE FLOOR OF THE ATTIC WITHOUT BEING NAILED DOWN?????  Falling in the attic--falling off my platform shoes--GIRL watch out.


~and by the way, I never found what I was looking for~


I love you

So Seriously, Don't Mess with My Watermelon

It's a dark, cool, or to my way thinking, COLD, day here in Oklahoma.  The wind is blowing and there's a mist in the air.  A perfect afternoon for a nap..............of if you can't sleep...............a perfect afternoon to "Pinterest".  Yes, that is a verb.  I Pinterest.


So I am scrolling through Pinterest and see a recipe for watermelon with balsamic vinegar and feta.  Disgusting!  As what point did someone say "Gee, this watermelon is only so-so.  It needs something to enhance the flavor."?  I guarantee I was not one of the ones voting to bump it up a notch.


Some things are just perfect as they were created.  So seriously, don't mess with my watermelon.


I love you.

Nancy and Bill

This was taken at our class reunion and isn't very flattering of me,

but it is one of my favorites.  Let me explain.  The lovely lady has

just introduced her friend (eyes left) as her fiancé.

Let me explain further.  That lovely lady has been my friend for

at least 53 or 54 years, and just a month or so ago my husband

and I had dinner with Bill and her.  No mention at that time of engagement,

but I went home wondering....................

This photo captures the moment of the happy realization that my dear, dear

friend had found someone special to spend her life with.

I love the sincere eye contact between us.  Me leaning forward to make sure

I heard correctly, and she giving me

a moment to absorb this wonderful news.

This photo captures the love and friendship of 50 years. 

I love her.

And here we are just a little later after

that first "WHAT?"

No shock in this photo, just happiness.

 

Class Reunion 2016

My wish is for everyone to have a friend

who remains loyal after all these years.

Our class rings.

Another shot.

And here we are with the newly engaged couple.

Nancy and Bill

(oooh............to be such great friends, I don't

remember Bill's last name)

I LOVE YOU

P.S.  Nancy, Bill is exactly what I wanted for you.

He adores you and it shows.

Here's to happiness.

We Came to Be 17 Again

Yesterday was my 50th year class reunion.  Oh........the memories each of these people hold in their hearts.  Yesterday we got to share those memories with others that know the stories are true but perhaps embellished just a tad.  Oh the fun stories we shared......the many stories of teachers....................football heroes..................class plays....................dateless proms.................fellow classmates (you should have been there)...................cars......................pretty girls..................handsome guys.................cheating on tests...................boys telling why they didn't ask a girl to dance (who knew they were afraid of being turned down and having to walk back to the wall without a girl on their arm)................the list could go on and on.  

As the afternoon wore on, our classmates started to drift away and head back home.  Heartfelt hugs were abundant.  Heartfelt hugs for the people who remember us when we were kids...........kids without children or grandchildren or even spouses.  Back when we had no responsibility other than a history test.  Back when momma and daddy were our anchor.  Deep heartfelt hugs for friends with sincere hopes to see them at the next reunion. 

At my hubby's 50th reunion a few years ago, one of his classmates was standing by the wall just observing.  I remarked to him that everyone looked wonderful and happy.  I never will forget what he said.  He told me that it was because it wasn't the time to talk of reality; no need to talk of impending knee replacement, or surgeries, or chemo.  We came to be 17 again.

We came to be 17 again.    

I love you.



Radishes and Tutus

These pictures pretty much speak for themselves.

Who doesn't pull radishes in a tutu?

And don't forget the gloves.

I have such precious grandchildren.

Enjoy your Thursday.

I love you.

The Shoes

You see these shoes.  Aren't they cute!??  Oh, and they are so sexy on the foot.  Really cute, cute, cute!  I hate them.  Let me make it clearer, I HATE THEM.

They are a year old, and as you can see, they look brand new.  That is because I only wore them a few times.  The very first time I wore them, I was taking the convertible out for a shopping spree.  I thought how cute I'd be in these new shoes.  I headed out to the car--thinking I was all tall and slim, statuesque--------------------and just as I was about to open the driver door, my ankle turned and down I went.  Well, I didn't look so statuesque spread all over the garage floor.  Yes, my 66 year old pride was hurt, but nobody was looking so I pulled myself up, dusted my pants off, tested my ankle and I was good to go.  I took another pair of shoes with me just in case I felt uneasy on my feet later in the day.  I made it okay, but I always made sure the hubby was with me the next time I wore them.

Fast forward one year.  My 50th class reunion is this Saturday.  I thought they might be the shoe of the day for me.  Sexy little shoes and they still look great.  So I decided to wear them around a little before hand just to make myself feel more at ease.  So..................yesterday morning I had them on and went to greet my granddaughter who was spending the day with me.  She's only two so I bent down to greet her.  I squatted down and got my sweet hug as she came running up.  And here's where it all went wrong.  I tried to get up, but all I could do was bounce my butt up and down.  I wasn't getting any momentum to bounce on up.  I couldn't get up.  I COULD NOT GET UP.  You see, I was on sloping driveway with my toes pointed down the slope.  I could not stand straight up.  Bouncing wasn't getting it.  No way!  My daughter finally had to put her phone down and use both hands to help me up.  She was laughing so hard she could hardly breathe and quite frankly she wasn't a lot of help.  Finally I was able to maneuver myself around so that I could push up using my hands.   

"MOM, don't ever wear these shoes again.  I am serious!"  So I guess I won't wear these shoes again.  My sweet little sexy shoes.  I guess I have officially come to the age of sensible shoes.  I have come to the age when the daughter scolds the mother, too. 

The shoes.................I know I said I hate them, but secretly I love them.  I have brains so I guess they will go to charity. 

I love you.

P.S.  I probably could have gotten up if I'd turned over and pushed off, but I had brand new pink pants...........you see my dilemma.  Sacrifice the pants?  No way.



Corning Ware - Sometimes the Old Stuff is the Best Stuff

 

No doubt you have been seeing various pictures of "old" Coring Ware on Facebook asking if you remember this.  It is touted as old school, old-fashioned.  Some people, teeny boppers, are even making comments such as "my grandmother had these".   Wha?????????????   I am here to tell you that I am a proud owner of this unique piece of Corning Ware along with several casserole dishes, AND I am not old; I AM NOT OLD!!!!...............well maybe just a tad bit old and okay I am a grandma (but I am known by my alias, Nana)...........but in my mind I am young.  Shoot, I got this blue cornflower pattern as wedding gifts.  Mine are in perfect condition after 44 years because I always saved them for special occasions and...........well............there weren't that many special occasions so they are still here in the cabinet.  The other day I decided I wasn't going to have many more very special occasions so I might as well use them for every day...........................so I dug this little beauty out.  It still has the original lid.  Just look at all the features of this sweet little jewel.  Pouring spouts on three sides, a little tiny handle, markings for various measurements, and a deep narrow bowl great for beating eggs, etc. 

So this little Nana is going to use this sweet bowl regardless of how old it is.  Yep, sometimes the old stuff is the best stuff.

I love you. 

 



 

White Rose or Red Rose

Happy Mother's Day.




When I was a child, it was a custom that people, men and women alike, wore corsages to church on Mother's Day.  If not a corsage, then at least a small flower, roses if you had a bush; red or pink for those whose mothers were still living and white to signify mothers who were no longer living.  You know, back then, I really didn't think much about those white flowers other than the fact that their mothers were dead.  End of it.........dead, gone.  Little did I think that those people might be hurting or even actually remembering their mothers.  You see.............I was little and death was the furthest thing from my mind.....my mother was setting right on the pew with me and her mother was four pews ahead of us.  All I really thought about was playing with my cousins at my grandma's house after church. 


Now ten years after my own mom passed, I understand the white flowers.  I understand a little more what those people in my little church might have been feeling all those years ago.  The white roses didn't just symbolize...........dead, gone...........it represented mothers who were still living in their children's hearts.  My mom.......I miss her physical presence, but her spiritual presence will always be with me for she lives in my heart, my memories, my mind.  She will be with me forever.


I hope that you are wearing a red rose today.  I hope that you are spending the afternoon with cousins at your grandma's house.  But if you are wearing white, please know that I sympathize with you.  I hope you can smell some sweet red roses today because your mother still lives in you. 




I love you all my sweet friends.

Happy Mother's Day to My Girl

Happy Mother's Day

to this little lady.

She's the mother of my

grandchildren, and she is my only daughter.

This evening she took me to a movie, "Mother's Day".  We had such a wonderful time just hanging out and devouring the biggest popcorn they sell.

I won't see her or my son tomorrow so it will be a quiet day for m  e, but I saw both them today so I feel blessed and honored.  After all, Mother's Day is just a day.  I get to have a Mother's Day everyday because I know what is in my children's hearts.  Some people don't have such relationships which makes me sad for them.



Tomorrow, my sweet girl is fixing a Mother's Day meal for her mother-in-law and my son-in-law's entire family.  I hugged her tonight as she dropped me off and told her that I feel like I have accomplished what a mother always dreams...........children with caring hearts.  Honoring her mother-in-law this way, but also honoring her husband is somehow a way of honoring me.  Does that make sense?  (And oh by the way, she is framing a picture of each mother and using them for her centerpiece.  How cute will that be?) 

I will sleep well tonight.  Good night my sweet children, my boy...........my girl.  Thanks for spending time with me today.

I love you.