Monday, April 29, 2013

Zzzzzzzz, A Goodnight to All

Zzzzz, Zzzzzz, Zzzzz.   Oh, excuse me, I was sleeping,  I can tell I was sleeping, there is slobber on my pillow.
The alphabet has taken it's toll on me and I am ready to give up the letters.
So, goodnight to all.  See you all sometime next month.

Yes Siree Bob

Yes siree bob, this has been a fun ride, but I am ready to make my way towards the exit.  I am glad that this A to Z Challenge is about over.  Not that I haven't had fun doing it, it really was a lot of fun, and I got to "meet" a lot of really neat people.  So, thank you for that. is exactly what it says it is, it's a challenge.  I like challenges, something that stretches me a little bit.
Yes siree bob, it has been fun and it has made me think.  Sometimes I think my brain atrophies a little from lack of use and needs a little exercise, this was a good way to get it.

Saturday, April 27, 2013


I don't care what anyone says those air machines in restrooms are not a good substitute for paper towels.  I mean,  I know why they put those things in as opposed to paper towels.  I know they are cheaper.  But I still don't like them.
We went out to dinner last night and before leaving I had to visit the restroom.  And lo and behold, no paper towels.  They did have the  "Xilorator" machine.  It blew cool air and did not do a very good job at drying my hands.  So I had to do what I have to do every time I encounter one of those new finagled machines, finished drying my hands on my pants.
My mom and Dad were on a trip from Oklahoma to California once on their way to see all of us kids and grandkids.  They stopped in New Mexico somewhere for gas and to use the restroom.  My mom exited the ladies bathroom and informed the attendant that they were in need of toilet paper.  He, in all seriousness, told her, "well, there's a blow dryer on the wall".   Since that time I have not been able to get the image out of my mind.  How the heck do you get your backside up that high to dry it?
And the word sounds like they have really high hopes for your visit to their gas station.

Friday, April 26, 2013

Wait a Minute!

Wait a minute, holy cow, no way, did I just say what I think I said?
My foot goes in my mouth more than that ice cream sandwich does.  I don't mean to say some of the things I do but somehow they just pop right out of my mouth.  Then I'm left saying, wait a minute, did I really just say that? Yup, I really did, let's just hope no one was listening....again.

Thursday, April 25, 2013

V Is For Vision

Vision, I love people with vision.  You know Thomas Edison, Abraham Lincoln, Albert Einstein, Rembrandt, and Victor Hugo,  I love the guy (or gal) who saw a cocoa bean and thought, "wow, what I could do with that".  I love the Dyson man and his vacuum.  And how cool is the person who put scents in candles?  Don't you love the person who said, "hey, let's put all of our books into one building and let people come and borrow them"?  Let's not forget the wheel and the innovative caveman who had the vision to make some big round boulders do all the work for him.  Okay, I'm really liking the guy who invented the blender.  We wouldn't have smoothies or, better yet, ice cream shakes without him.  Oh, oh, and the crockpot, just put that chicken in before church and when you get home, voila, you have dinner.
There are so many visionaries that we have to thank for what we have today.  We are all visionaries in some way, we all have ideas and some of them are even good.  So, I say embrace your inner visionary and don't let anyone discourage you when you think you have a good idea.  Just go for it!

Wednesday, April 24, 2013


"Where is the cat", I yell (the cat that is NOT supposed to be in the house because of the lively presents she brings inside with her)

Under the bed,
under the couch,
under the pile of laundry,
under the kitchen table,
under the blanket,
under the chair,
under the coffee table,
under the pillows,
under the dresser,
under anything....and behind the dryer.

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Toiling Over Toilets

Well, I got up a little early this morning not quite sure what my T was going to be.
I got up early because I've been busy and have been neglecting the housework a little bit.  So I thought I would get an early start and get those nasty toilets sparkling.
I HATE cleaning toilets, I'm sure there aren't too many people who love it.  And I admit to feeling a little resentful that cleaning the toilets is my job.  Without going into detail, it really should be my husbands job.
After I clean the toilets and the bathrooms I want to ban my husband from using them, at least for a couple of days.  But, unfortunately, we don't have a gas station nearby.
So, I get through this distasteful task by repeating my mantra, "at least they aren't outhouses at the ball field".

Monday, April 22, 2013


Shhh,, the baby is sleeping.
Shhh,  I have a headache.
Shhh,  she'll find us!
Shhh,  no talking during the test.
Shhh,  I can't hear the television.
Shhh,  I'm trying to concentrate.
Shhh,  don't you ever stop talking?
Shhh,  this is a library.
Shhh,  did you forget you're in church?

So,  shhh now, because I'm going to go take that rest now that I didn't get to take on Saturday.

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Rest, I Need Rest

Rest, rest, my body needs rest.
I really do think that would be for the best.
I'll climb into bed
And lay down my head
Then think of good thoughts
Like the new shoes that I boughts (yes, I know.....)
So goodnight one and all, I give you my best,
But now I'm think I'll go off to rest.

Yup, that's is, that's I got,  I think I'd really better go rest my brain.

Friday, April 19, 2013

Quit It!

Ahhh, the sweet memories of family vacations with four small children crammed into the backseat of an old VW van (a VW van that might have broken down at any moment, and did...often).
"Quit it, Mom she's looking at me".......Quit it, Mom, she's touching me......Mom, make him quit spitting........Dad, can't you make Mom make him quit it?"
Despite all the squabbling in the backseat, if you ask my children about their vacations as little children today, they would tell you that those were the best memories of their childhood.  And I have to agree.

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Pigtales, Ponytail, and Rubberbands

When I was young and growing up with three sisters my mom worked regular daytime hours and there were times when my dad worked nights.  In the summertime my dad was home to care for us.
This means that he saw that we brushed out teeth and tried to keep us from killing each other.  The one thing he did that "haunts" me to this day....he brushed our hair.
He didn't just brush our hair, he put it in ponytails.  And, let me tell you, he was quite the ponytail aficionado.  He would pull our hair back so tight and put that nasty rubber band in and by the time we were done each one of us looked like we had been born into the wrong family.  If you had plopped us down in China we would have looked like we belonged.  He didn't do this to be mean, he was trying to make sure we looked good.  His idea of good and ours were much different.
It sure was hard to smile when it felt like you had just gone through facial plastic surgery.  But the memory makes me smile now, and maybe that's why I have always kept my hair short, as an adult.

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Ollie, Ollie Oxen Free

I love, yes I still love the sound of that cry, Ollie, Ollie Oxen Free.  Hide and Seek, my favorite game when I was a young girl and my favorite game, still, to play with my grandchildren. 
I love the thrill of finding the perfect place to hide and then trying as hard as you can to not make a sound.  The thrill of having the "finder" walk right by your hiding place and wanting to giggle in delight, can't be beat.
The call of Ollie, Ollie Oxen Free and knowing that you are the last person still hiding. Okay, so I'm playing  hide and seek against 6 year olds, doesn't matter, the feeling is the same.
My only issue is playing with my 4 year old granddaughter who just doesn't quite get the concept of the game.   She gets so excited that just after the game starts she is hollering for the finder to find her. 
Me....I will stay in hiding until the last grandchild has had to go home and take a nap.
I know this all sounds childish, but I can't seen to help it.  I love hide and seek.
Hide and game ever invented.  Enough said!

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Normalish, The Land Between

Normalish is the land between normal and nuts.  That's where I live. I'm not quite normal (but, then who is?) and I'm not quite nuts. 

I'm not really sure what normal is, other than it sounds a little boring.  No one I know is completely normal, but they aren't nuts either.  At least most of them aren't nuts.  I like being normalish.  I think it says a lot about a person.

Normalish people don't want to rock the boat....too much.  But they also don't want to be lumped in with everyone else in the world.  They want to make their mark in their own way.

I have a feeling that if you are reading this or if you are writing your own blog, you are normalish.  And I salute you for it!   Be proud and happy in your normalishness.

Monday, April 15, 2013

Multitasking, It's an Art

Multitasking is the ability to do more than one task at a time.
I'm a very good multitasker.  Okay, well, I used to be a very good multitasker anyway.  I felt like supermom.  I could be painting the bedroom walls at the same time I was washing the windows (I don't think I actually ever did that, but I could if I wanted to).  Each task I was doing would get my equal attention. I have gotten older my multitasking talent has diminished.  It started this way....
I would start on one task then leave it, temporarily, to begin another.  After I got the second task started I would go back to the first one.  Only, wait a minute, what was it I was doing?  Oh crap, I forgot.
Things went downhill from then on.  Now my idea of multitasking is to get up and take care of my tasks during the commercial breaks.  Works for me!

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Teeny Little Side Story

As you have read (I hope you have, anyway) I love a road trip.  Part of the fun of a road trip is stopping at those gas stations like Love's or Pilot to get gas or  snack or just to look around.  While we were out we stopped at Love's for gas and went inside.

Now, we haven't been able to make any trips lately due to my husbands knee replacement surgery. So I had an idea...we could just go to Love's outside of our town and get gas, go inside and get a snack and look around.  It will seen like we are on a trip.  I figure we can do that once a week until we can so for real.

Doesn't take much to excite me!

Let's Go

My apologies for the tardiness of my L post, but I was sitting at my computer this morning getting ready to do it when my husband walked in the door.  He had been out early helping an elderly couple with their yard work. 
He says to me, "I have to go to town, blah, blah, blah, blah".  The blah is all I heard after the word town. 
I was  on my feet and headed to the door.  You must think that I must be homebound and tied to the house all day, everyday.  That's not the case, the thing is, I love being in the car and just driving....anywhere.   I will let my car take me anywhere it wants to go.  I LOVE a road trip, near or far.
It's a win, win situation too.  I get to spend time with my husband which is always fun and he also takes me to lunch.  You can't beat that, can you?
Sorry, gotta go, the car is calling my name.  "Come on Honey, get the lead out and let's go"!

Friday, April 12, 2013

Knock, Knock, Who's There

Knock, knock?
    Who's there?
     Butter who?
I butter not tell you.

Knock, knock?
     Who's there?
     Pencil who?
Pencil fall down if you don't have a belt.
When I was a kid I loved Knock, Knock jokes, who didn't? But now that I'm all grown up, they drive me a little nuts.  It may have something to do with the fact that my grandson used only speak "knock, knock". When he ran out of real knock knock jokes he would make up his own.

Knock, knock
     Who's there:
     Foot who?
Foot long hot dog.

Holy Cow, it gives me a headache just thinking about knock knock jokes.  No more for me, thank you.

By the way, knock starts to look like a really weird word after you write it so many times, don't you think?

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Jogging, That's Like Fast Walking, Right?

I think the only thing that warrants jogging is when you are late for, I don't know, maybe a dinner appointment.
I toyed with the idea of taking up jogging once.  My problem with it was, to be able to jog without totally running out of breath I would probably have to lose, say 20 pounds.  So my options, as I saw them, were to, number one diet, or number two exercise, or I could do something radical and try them both at the same time  Oh, but then the third option occurred to me and that's the one I opted for.  Now I get my exercise by playing the Wii with my grandchildren.....on occasion.  Much easier and a heck of a lot more fun.
I am not proud of the fact that I hate to exercise.  I have always hated organized exercise programs and am so not motivated enough to do it on my own.  However, I really do think that if that exercise bug ever did bite me I might take up jogging.
In my mind it sounds fun.  You could put in those little ear bud things and listen to music and you could make new friends waving to all the people who drive by you in awe.  You could also stop and pick wildflowers to take home and decorate your house with.
The final deciding factor in my decision not to take up jogging is that where I live there are nothing but hills and hills go uphill. I would actually have to run uphill?  I don't think so!
Oh, and there are some wild animals where I live  and I know for a fact that I couldn't outrun a jackrabbit (especially uphill).
Some day, who knows, I might make news, but it won't be because of my jogging record and I certainly don't want it to be because...."local woman who was on her first jog ever was eaten whole by a mountain lion who was hot on her heels for 1/20 of a mile before he overtook her and had her for breakfast".
Yup, that cinched it for me.  I'm crossing jogging off my list.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Instructions, Who Needs 'Em?

Seriously, who needs them?  My disdain for instructions goes back to my teenage years when I "made" my first ever tapioca pudding.  It's pudding, how hard can it be, right?  Well, I'm here to tell you that you don't need an entire box of tapioca to make one serving of pudding.

In our marriage as Christmas time was approaching and our children asked Santa for all those cool toys that needed to be assembled, my husband and I would draw straws to see which one of us was going to get the good night sleep and which one of us was going to be up all night cursing at the instructions.  He and I are two peas in a pod when it comes to following instructions, we simply don't do it.
I love IKEA and the simple lines of their furniture.  The only problem is, this furniture comes in boxes, with lots of pieces and instructions.  And the instructions seems to be in every language except English.  Which really doesn't matter anyway because I'm certainly not going to try to read them.  Thank goodness the instruction come with pictures, I do love pictures.

They have a picture of everything, every nut and bolt, every tool, every piece of the furniture.  I think there was even a picture of what looked like the Pillsbury Dough Boy holding a wrench.  I don't know why he was there, but he was a familiar, comfortable sight, made me feel like I could do it!

And if ever it doesn't have all the screws and nails and nuts and bolts, not to worry, I have a drawer full of left over ones.  That could be the reason why my husband, when he was testing out the newly assembled bunk beds became a bunk bed sandwich.  Oh well, that's what  grey tape is for. Oh, and he was uninjured!

Monday, April 8, 2013

Home, There's No Place Like It

There really is no place like home.  Home is were all of ours hearts long to be.  It's the place we go to when we have nowhere else to go.
Three out of my four children have come home, not literally to our house, but to their hometown.  The place they grew up and have all those memories stored up.
Home is a little bit of a subjective word.  It can be your actual home, your house.  But more importantly it's where your heart is.  My younger sister used to go and spend the night at her friends house, but she never actually got through the entire night.  Before the night was over she came traipsing back home, she has always been a homebody, and still it.  But now her home, like mine, is with her own family in her own home.  It's where she loves to be.
Home is the first place where we learn.  We learn how to treat each other with love and respect, then we go out into the world and take that with us.  We learn about respect and forgiveness, first at home.  We learn about the value of kind words and charity.
I love being at home, like my sister I am a homebody.  It's the place I fell secure and the place I know that people love me just the crazy way I am and they don't judge me.  They scratch their heads at me sometimes, but never with judgement.
I really hope that everyone has a place that is home for them, whether it's their home or someplace that holds their heart.

Saturday, April 6, 2013

Gargoyles are Cool!

I love gargoyles.  I have always been fascinated by them.  Do you ever wonder about the minds that design these guys, what do you suppose they dream about?
In architecture, a gargoyle is a carved stone, grotesque (no kidding) statue, usually made of granite.  People made these gargoyles  as decorative water spouts to throw water off of a building to help prevent erosion.  BUT...they also served as "protectors" to ward off evil spirits.  I don't care about protecting a building from water damage, but evil spirits, absolutely!  The gargoyles protect the occupants of a building from anything  evil and creepy.  I'm thinking they  don't just sit  there hoping to scare bad things away, I think that they must be sitting up on their perch and see the bad, evil thing come near their building and suddenly they come to life and swoop down and take care of the problem.
There was a TV series from 1994-1996 (who knew) called Gargoyles.  This is how the series is described, "In the dark ages, there was a race of heroic warrior monsters known as gargoyles.  These creatures existed as stone in the day but became flesh and blood by night".   Didn't I tell you!
This is my gargoyle that faithfully protects my home.  As you can see, he's been through a lot.  He has given both wings in defense of my family.  I'm pretty sure he lost his wings fighting off a couple of 4 year olds.  He takes his job very seriously.


Friends, pal, bff's, buddies, besties, no matter what name you use everyone has them and everyone needs them.  Friendships are an important aspect of our lives.
To be honest, I don't have a whole lot of friends.  I have church friends, old high school friends, friends that are family, and friends that have come into my life through a mutual need.  But I am not good at making friends.  I have lots of aquaintances, it's very easy for me to talk to strangers.  But it's so hard to cultivate new friendships.   Maybe I'm just lazy, making and keeping friends is a lot of work.
The friends that I do have are wonderful friends and they are perfect friends for me.  Anyone of my friends would be at my side in a split second if they sensed a need and I would do the same for them.
C.S. Lewis said, "Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another:
What! You too?  I thought I was the only one."
We need to keep our friends close, cultivate those friendships, and never take them for gtranted.

Friday, April 5, 2013

Ahhh, Blessed Elastic

I think that the person who invented Elastic should be awarded the Nobel prize for comfort.
Whoever it was must have been sitting around his cabin in the woods after leaving the first Thanksgiving feast trying to unbutton his britches, yearning for comfort and relief.  But he's a really old guy with arthritis in both hands from digging his field and shucking his corn for 75 years and he just can't get those buttons undone"
This old guy thinks "\if only I have britches that stretched, I wouldn't be in in this predicament."  But, alas, he has to suffer through the night regretting that extra helping of squirrel stew he ate.
On the verge of sleep he has an epiphany....elastic is born!
I'm not ashamed to admit that I love my elastic waist pants.  I like nothing better than to change into what my grandson calls my "giving up on life" pants, better known as sweatpants, after a long day of confinement in a dress or anything with a zipper.
Bless you, whoever you are, for inventing elastic and putting them in the waist of my britches.

Thursday, April 4, 2013

Daydream Believer

That's exactly what I am, a  believer in daydreaing.  I used to feel a little silly when I would just zone out for just a bit and go to someplace that was more hospitable at that particular moment, but no more.  No matter how great life is, and my is great, there are times when you just want to go somewhere else.  A little escape at the beach or helping to find a cure for cancer, or even, just being someone else for a little bit.
There are two schools of thoughts about daydreaming.  There is, in fact, a bonafide daydreaming disorder.  It's called maladjustive daydreaming.  It describes a person who excessively daydreams or fantasizes.  I don't think I'm excessive.  It's not like I live, full-time, in my own little world of my own making.  I'm just a regular, part-time daydreamer who needs that "time off" occasionally.
People with

this disorder actually know the difference between reality and fantasy so I'm not really grasping the problem.

I'm a Monkee's kind of daydreamer.  "You once thought of me as a knight on a steed, now you know how happy I can be".  I really don't have a clue what that means, but it does sound happy, don't you think?
The "experts" concede that there are upsides to daydreaming such as improved creativity, improved memory, and it lowers blood pressure.  Okay,those are not working for me. I suppose I'll have to keep on daydreaming until they kick in.

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Chubby is as Chubby Feels

Chubby Checker, Chubby cheeks, and  Chubby Burger.....all nice things, but when I think of the word chubby I think of the time that I went away to sleep away camp (the one and only time I ever did, at least in my youth).
It was a YMCA girls camp and I went with my best friend Sharon, who lived across the street from me.  It was a great camp, cabins, campfires, marshmallows, all the good stuff.  They even had a swimming pool.  I couldn't swim, never learned, but I stayed in the shallow end and had fun, at least until.....
Just like everywhere else, camp had it's "mean girls".  There was probably a gang of 6 or 7 of them that liked to torment me by chanting "chubby can't swim, chubby can't swim".  Now, at that age I don't even remember being chubby but maybe that was just because no one I knew was mean enough to call me that.  Who knows?
I was a very shy girl and I guess my choice of a white bathing suit against my snow white skin was not the best look for me.   It must have brought out the chub in me. Who knew, at the age of 12, that black was slimming?
That summer at camp really made an impression on me. At first I was so hurt and angry at those "mean girls" but, eventually, I got over being mad . 
I did learn that mean is not cool.  It taught me the lesson of kindness.  Now, granted, there were times in my growing up (especially teenage) years where I lost sight of that lesson.  But it has never really left me. I have tried hard not to be judgemental or just plain mean.  I'm a much happier person because of that lesson and I am grateful that my children also learned it, although I never had to call them chubby to teach it to them.
And all these years later I have learned that my happiness is not measured in pounds.

Tuesday, April 2, 2013


Bonanza!  I grew up in an age when the tv lineup was filled with family sitcoms and westerns.  We sat in front of the tv all together as a family every Saturday night to watch them.  I loved them and I loved just the simple night of simple tv viewing.

Well, my husband has recently rediscovered ALL the old westerns that they play  as reruns, his favorite being Bonanza.

If you are of my era then you may have grown up with the same families that I did, the Nelsons, the Ricardos, and of course, Ben, Adam, Hoss, Little Joe, and Hop Sing.

Back to my husband.....he recently had knee replacement surgery.  And you know how that goes, it lays you up for a while.  He was out of commission for several weeks and had to find something to fill his hours in between making a trek to the bathroom or refrigerator (using his trusty walker, it was a sight).  So while he was parked on the couch in the den he, naturally, turned on the television.  Who knew that we even had the Western Channel? 

There was a bucket load of westerns to choose from, Big Valley, High Chaparral, Wagon Train, and Rawhide, but his favorite became Bonanza.  Bonanza lit up his 60 incher four hours a day.  I love Hoss too, but really!

Well, now he's walking around, even driving.  He's not so sedentary anymore but he still has not been able to make a break from the Cartwright family.  He loves to regale me with Little Joes exploits and Hoss's kindness.  I have to tell you it's getting harder and harder to look interested when my husband tells me the story of an episode from start to happy ending.

So after every episode that he watches I get a bonanza of information about the Cartwrights.  After all, they are his second family.

How many years was Bonanza on tv anyway?  And how long will it be before my husband runs out of episodes?

Monday, April 1, 2013


Anticipation is a sweet thing.  For me the anticipation is a bit of a double edged sword.

I love the anticipation of a vacation (to anywhere), a new baby expected in the family, Christmas, Wednesday night SyFy, and reuniting with a child that you haven't seen for eighteen months.

The anticipation is almost as fun as whatever it is you are anxiously awaiting.

HOWEVER, on the other hand the anticipation of something unpleasant is a killer.  I have a way to deal with what I call negative anticipation.  Say I have to go to the doctor, you know, for that dreaded yearly visit.  I make the appointment, put it on my calender and then totally put it out of my mind because, after all, I'm not even going to keep the appointment, am I?
The day of appointment gets here, I get dressed, get in the car, and go.

The thing is, I always know I am going but for those few brief days or weeks leading up to the event or appointment I can put it completely out of my head and am in total denial.

Anticipation, good or bad, I can handle it!!


Before I begin the A-Z challange let me tell you that I am not sure I'm even doing this right.  I signed up, my name was on the very long list, but I'm still not sure.  I am going to do this anyway and hope for the best, it really sounded like it would be fun, goes.