Friday, August 27, 2010

Wet Oatmeal Kisses

It was like magic, having a baby growing inside of me.  I could feel fists and feet kicking and poking... eager to get out and begin a life in this big bad world.  You were my first.  From you, I learned much.



I was only twenty-three back then, working in a sewing factory and relishing not only how my co-workers said I glowed during my pregnancy with you... but also the baby shower that they surprised me with weeks before your birth.  On the way home that day, I stopped at Dairy Queen for a Hot Fudge Brownie Delite.  I was eating for two ya know! 

So I went from 98 lb. to 155 lb. in nine months.  Then you were born.


Happy couldn't describe my state of mind.  I couldn't believe my miracle.  I'd watch your crib at night and pray to God that He'd shelter and protect you always.



You grew.  Learned about life.  Had fun.  Made mistakes.  Cried.  Learned more about life... then became the wonderful person you are today.



I cherish you're beautiful and loving heart.



And as I go through your baby book I remember...



A time of firsts...



 a time of innocence...



and I become saddened by my little boy gone. 



Wet Oatmeal Kisses
by Erma Bombeck



One of these days you'll explode and shout to all the kids, "Why don't you just grow up and act your age!" And they will...


Or, "You guys get outside and find something to do -- without hurting each other And don't slam the door!" And they don't.


You'll straighten their bedrooms until it's all neat and tidy, toys displayed on the shelf, hangers in the closet, animals caged. You'll yell, "Now I want it to stay this way!" And it will...


You will prepare a perfect dinner with a salad that hasn't had all the olives picked out and a cake with no finger traces in the icing and you'll say, "Now this is a meal for company." And you will eat it alone...


You'll yell, "I want complete privacy on the phone. No screaming, Do you hear me?" And no one will answer.


No more plastic tablecloths stained. No more dandelion bouquets. No more iron-on patches. No more wet, knotted shoelaces, muddy boots or rubber bands for ponytails.


Imagine.... a lipstick with a point, no babysitters for New Years Eve, washing clothes only once a week, no PTA meetings or silly school plays where your child is a tree, no car pools, blaring stereos or forgotten lunch money.


No more Christmas presents made of library paste and toothpicks, no wet oatmeal kisses, no more tooth fairy, no more giggles in the dark, scraped knees to kiss or sticky fingers to clean.


Only a voice asking, "Why don't you grow up?" And the silence echoes: "I did".



Happy 32nd Birthday Jackie!  You're my #1.





Wednesday, August 25, 2010

A Dog's Life

Dear Diary,


My human, who calls herself Mom, has lost her marbles.  No,  really.  I knew she was kind of wacky when on our walks she started putting my defecation in bags and bringing it home with us.  One day she's yelling at me for doing such a thing on the floor, next day she's dragging it home from afar.  Who can figure her out?





But I put up with her and her shenanigans because she does toss me  some pretty tasty treats once in a while.  However... the lady has a lot of fun at my expense. 


This outfit's five years old for crying out loud!  I've put on a few pounds since then.  When I heard her saying "oh, Gracie... look what I found..." I knew I was in trouble.  But what the heck, gotta keep  her happy.




It wasn't bad enough that she poured me into a dress that barely fits... but then she parades me outside for all the world to see.  Ugh!



I'm going to bed now and I'm going to try to forget this day ever happened.  Gracie.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Yard sale in the neighborhood


Right in the middle of cleaning the house I noticed (as I peeked out the window) that there was a yard sale in the neighborhood so I grabbed my pocketbook and ran.




This stand that I picked up for $3 freed up some space in my hall closet.  I can never resist little stands or tables...  my mindset is always... "I'll find something I can use it for..."  And I did!


I finally put my dried  wildflowers together to make an arrangement.  It was more work than worth if you ask me, but here they are...  Don't mind me.  Seeing summer wind down is always sad for me...  

So I pruned my very-dry- and-dead hydrangea bush.  I'd never done this before, and later did research on how to do it. It probably should have been done weeks ago.  I hope it blooms okay next year.

Remember how pretty they were at 
the beginning of summer?
 *sniff, sniff*  

I always feel better if I can move furniture 
around a bit.  So I switched chairs with Gracie. 
 Yes, she has her own recliner...  




Gracie hates change.  

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Best Friend

Darn it.  I forgot to take pictures.


Anyway...  yesterday I had dinner with a friend I hadn't seen in a good 25 years.  She was my best friend in grade school/junior high/and part of high school.   It's amazing how years pass and people change and yet memories of days gone by are so vivid.


We evolve from who we've been to who we are now... and the people who were once in our lives played a big part in developing our character...  whether we know it or not.


Thank you friend.  For hot summer nights sleeping on your front porch in sleeping bags, talking about boys, and eating bags full of candy.


Thank you friend.  For loaning me your clothes, including me on family outings, and teaching me how to 'get a guy'. LOL.


Thank you friend.  For making me laugh till I cried, sticking by me at camp when I didn't make friends as easily as you did, and sharing in my terror at the huge spiders that clung to the side of our tents at night.


Thank you friend.  For the many sleepovers, homemade chocolate cake made by your mom, and for always meeting me halfway when we'd go to each other's house.


Thank you friend.  For sharing you're 'today' with you're bestie from the 'past'.  It was great.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Green Tea and Honey

Well what do you know. 
Look what I found in my cupboard at work. 



It's always nice to be prepared for those days when your throat/sinus/head doesn't feel quite up to par.  I refuse to call this a cold or flu just yet. 

The reason you cannot see the apple on this photo is because I already ate it :-)  I'm crossing my fingers and dumping as many hot liquids and remedy's down my pipe as humanly possible. 

And tomorrow will be better!

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Dear Diary. Where's that cheese?

Dear Diary,

Summer's are all the same.  Hot sunny days, Frontline, intruders in our yard, and pictures everytime I turn around.  It's always, "C'mon Gracie... I'll take you for a walk but then we're going to get a picture."  or "Hey Gracie... Say cheese. "  Cheese?!  I'll take a hunk of cheese...  but please don't ask me to say it, lady.  A dog can only do so much.  Grrrrrrr...    Gracie 

PS  Can I have that cheese now? 

Life is Short

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Hot Summer Days, Mr. Softee, and Mud Pies.


It's funny how an item can trigger a memory of days gone by.  Who would have thought back in the early 60's as I tossed a dime much like this one into the air while sitting on the hot tarry road above our house waiting for the 'ding ding ding' of Mr. Softee's Ice cream truck to get louder, that scores of years later I'd give this coin a second thought.  But here I am, feeling the macadam's misplaced pebbles between my toes and standing second in a line of six kids, trying to decide what flavor of cone I want. 

Life was simple. Days were long. Summers... forever.


Hope you're summer is memorable!  God bless.




Bobbie Jo's Mud Pie Recipe

1 cup. dirt
1/2 cup water
Cabbage, shredded 
3 Tbs. Wheat seeds
Pink seeds (as many as you can find)

"cabbage"

pink seeds

"Wheat"

And you know what the dirt and water look like. 

This recipe is not meant for consumption.

 Just memories.