I so love being a grandmother. I can't tell you the pleasure and joy that little girl brings me. I highly recommend grandmotherhood to everyone.
I got to pick sweet grandbaby up from school yesterday. She was so excited to see me. It just made my heart leap for joy. She crashed on the way home. After we got home and everything unloaded I got her out of her car seat and held her while she slept. I love doing that. When she woke up she was such a hungry baby. I cannot believe what a difference there is in her eating since she had the tubes put in her ears. After that was play time. She is at such a great age. I know the next stage will be great too but I am cherishing this one.
She was interested in something on the television and stood there all by herself for ages without even realizing it. Once she gets her confidence up there is going to be no stopping her.
Sunday she gets to come to my house while her mommy and daddy go to the ballet. I am so excited. I need to stock up on grandbaby foods to keep at my house. Now that she eats big people food I get to make dinners for her. This is going to be so much fun.
Of course Bosco is still not sure what to think of her. I'm not sure how he will feel now that she is moving around more. It's going to be interesting to see how the two of them get along as she gets bigger. I will definitely keep you posted.
Right now I am concentrating on the fact that it's Friday and I get to sleep in tomorrow mornig. I am so ready for that. Plus must clean for grandbaby's arrival. There's a busy weekend ahead.
Plus don't forget to change your clocks!
Friday, March 31, 2006
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
My Daddy
Today is my father's birthday. He would have been 83 years old.
He was raised in Beatrice, Nebraska. He had a great childhood. One that our children will never have. He was in farm country and had dogs and horses. He had a bull dog that he loved and grew up with him. He got Pal when he was five years old. Pal died the year Daddy went to college.
His father was the sheriff of Beatrice. Daddy was a popular guy. He played football, was on the swimming team and in the drama club. He loved to sing and dance. He was an acolyte and very involved in the church. He was a happy go lucky guy. My Grandma liked to tell the story about how he got in trouble for not coming fast enough when she called him. He was instructed to come immediately when she called no matter what. So the next time she called him, he rode his horse into the kitchen telling her he didn't want to take the time to get off.
He was working at the bakery in town when my mother went to collect a bill for the trucking company she worked for. Apparently it was love at first sight for him. He bet his best friend, who was working ther with him, that he would marry that girl. They dated and became engaged shortly before he left to join the Marine Corps. He was a member of the Second Marine division and fought in the Pacific. When he returned, my mother and her mother met him in Oregon and they were married.
They ended back in Lincoln with my father going to college and working part time. When I came along, he decided to go back into the service. He joined the army and shortly went to Officer's Training School. My father was one of the last mustangs. That is a person who works his way up from an enlisted man to an officer. After getting his bars, he went to flight school. He loved flying. Either helicopter or fixed wing. You could always see when things were getting to him but once he went flying, espcially his night flights, he came back a different person. He always said it was a wonderful experience. You leave your problems on the ground and up there it's only you and God.
During his career, he served in Korea and Vietnam. Those were hard times. He loved his family and hated being away from us. One of my earliest memories was getting up early in the morning with just him and having our morning "coffee". Mine was a drop of coffee in my milk. At that time we would sit and discuss all the affairs of the world. We had fun. We had serious talks. We laughed. This was special our time. The last time I had this with my father was the day I got married.
My father was a gifted leader. His men admired him and would follow him anywhere. Many a time one of his men would come up to me and tell me what a wonderful man he was. That he would follow my father to "hell and back" if he asked him to. I know that my father never asked his men to do something he himself would not do. I know of a couple of missions that he did in Vietnam that he wouldn't ask his men to do because of the risk.
The military was not the only thing that was my father. In fact, it was only a part of him. He was a very personable person. People were drawn to him. Especially children. He would listen to each one and they knew that he cared about what they had to say. He had a patience and a childlike quality that broke down that adult/child barrier. My counsins were so jealous of my father. They loved him so much and wanted him to be their father. In fact my cousin called my father when he was accepted into West Point before he called his own father. His heart was big and there was room for everyone. My children were fortunate to have been able to spend time with him.
He was a loving husband to my mother. They were together for 47 years. They had a wonderful life together and my father cared for her up until the day she died in his arms. He was lost without her. She was his love and his anchor.
On March 26, 1998, my father collapsed in the doctor's office. He was rushed to the hospital but he held on until my daughter and I arrived. It was hard seeing him lying there hooked up to all those machines. I took his hand and told him it was okay to go to be with my mother. He squeezed my hand. He waited until we had left the room and then he died and went to be with my mother.
There was a memorial service held for him at the Army Retirement Center that he lived. He broke the record of the number of people attending. He had made many friends and touched many lives in his life. He was a man that believed in God, country and family. He loved a party and enjoyed life to the fullest. He thought that if you slept past 6:00 am you had slept half your life away. He loved to laugh and to sing. He was always singing to us. He loved to play golf and he loved football. He was a great influence on me and his grandchildren. We all better for having had him in our lives.
Happy Birthday Daddy! We miss you.
He was raised in Beatrice, Nebraska. He had a great childhood. One that our children will never have. He was in farm country and had dogs and horses. He had a bull dog that he loved and grew up with him. He got Pal when he was five years old. Pal died the year Daddy went to college.
His father was the sheriff of Beatrice. Daddy was a popular guy. He played football, was on the swimming team and in the drama club. He loved to sing and dance. He was an acolyte and very involved in the church. He was a happy go lucky guy. My Grandma liked to tell the story about how he got in trouble for not coming fast enough when she called him. He was instructed to come immediately when she called no matter what. So the next time she called him, he rode his horse into the kitchen telling her he didn't want to take the time to get off.
He was working at the bakery in town when my mother went to collect a bill for the trucking company she worked for. Apparently it was love at first sight for him. He bet his best friend, who was working ther with him, that he would marry that girl. They dated and became engaged shortly before he left to join the Marine Corps. He was a member of the Second Marine division and fought in the Pacific. When he returned, my mother and her mother met him in Oregon and they were married.
They ended back in Lincoln with my father going to college and working part time. When I came along, he decided to go back into the service. He joined the army and shortly went to Officer's Training School. My father was one of the last mustangs. That is a person who works his way up from an enlisted man to an officer. After getting his bars, he went to flight school. He loved flying. Either helicopter or fixed wing. You could always see when things were getting to him but once he went flying, espcially his night flights, he came back a different person. He always said it was a wonderful experience. You leave your problems on the ground and up there it's only you and God.
During his career, he served in Korea and Vietnam. Those were hard times. He loved his family and hated being away from us. One of my earliest memories was getting up early in the morning with just him and having our morning "coffee". Mine was a drop of coffee in my milk. At that time we would sit and discuss all the affairs of the world. We had fun. We had serious talks. We laughed. This was special our time. The last time I had this with my father was the day I got married.
My father was a gifted leader. His men admired him and would follow him anywhere. Many a time one of his men would come up to me and tell me what a wonderful man he was. That he would follow my father to "hell and back" if he asked him to. I know that my father never asked his men to do something he himself would not do. I know of a couple of missions that he did in Vietnam that he wouldn't ask his men to do because of the risk.
The military was not the only thing that was my father. In fact, it was only a part of him. He was a very personable person. People were drawn to him. Especially children. He would listen to each one and they knew that he cared about what they had to say. He had a patience and a childlike quality that broke down that adult/child barrier. My counsins were so jealous of my father. They loved him so much and wanted him to be their father. In fact my cousin called my father when he was accepted into West Point before he called his own father. His heart was big and there was room for everyone. My children were fortunate to have been able to spend time with him.
He was a loving husband to my mother. They were together for 47 years. They had a wonderful life together and my father cared for her up until the day she died in his arms. He was lost without her. She was his love and his anchor.
On March 26, 1998, my father collapsed in the doctor's office. He was rushed to the hospital but he held on until my daughter and I arrived. It was hard seeing him lying there hooked up to all those machines. I took his hand and told him it was okay to go to be with my mother. He squeezed my hand. He waited until we had left the room and then he died and went to be with my mother.
There was a memorial service held for him at the Army Retirement Center that he lived. He broke the record of the number of people attending. He had made many friends and touched many lives in his life. He was a man that believed in God, country and family. He loved a party and enjoyed life to the fullest. He thought that if you slept past 6:00 am you had slept half your life away. He loved to laugh and to sing. He was always singing to us. He loved to play golf and he loved football. He was a great influence on me and his grandchildren. We all better for having had him in our lives.
Happy Birthday Daddy! We miss you.
Modern Medicine
Sweet grandbaby is doing so much better after her ear surgery. They took her in on Monday and had tubes put in her ears. She was such a trooper. I am so proud of her.
Bright and early on Monday morning I arrived at my DD's house to find a sweet grandbaby all ready to go. She was in much better shape than mommy. A mother has to worry. This is her baby. I have to admit that Grammy was a bit worried too. The poor baby had not eaten since 2:00 am but she was good about that. She did suck on her sippy cup and that empty sound was terrible. Her Grandmother showed up too. We were all there to entertain our precious girl. Of course everyone was very impressed with her. They were running an hour behind but Grandbaby took it totally in stride. Mommy and Daddy got to go back with her while both the grandmother's waited. It really wasn't long before they showed up with a sleeping baby in Daddy's arms. Grandmother had to go back to work but we three, with sleeping baby in tow, headed out to breakfast. About half way through breakfast baby woke up and Mommy's mood brightened. Sweet Grandbaby was hungry and managed to eat some breakfast with us. She just wasn't sure what had happened to her.
After a great breakfast we all headed out to go shopping for Grandbaby. I found a couple of cute outfits and two wooden puzzles for her. Mommy and Daddy got her a couple of outfits and her Easter outfit. The Easter outfit it precious and she is going to look great on Easter morning. Then Mommy and Daddy threw in a new toy and we all headed home. Once home, Daddy handed Grandbaby to me and she immediately laid her head on my shoulder and went to sleep. There was nothing for a Grammy to do but hold her while she slept. Such a hard chore but I proved up to it. She woke up with a smile and ready to play some. Later DS brought over pizza for everyone so he could visit with Grandbaby. She definitely enjoyed the attention.
That night I got a call from BF. This poor woman has been through so much and now she is having to take on her parents and their financial problems. Her mother is in early stages of dementia and her father is just trying to cope. They have gotten themselves into a terrible financial problems. So BF's job is straighten everything out and get them on the right track. All of this on top of not feeling well is hard on her. She's such a wonderful person and I have depended on her many times through the last few years. I am so sorry she is having to watch her parents go down like this. I miss my parents terribly but I am thankful that they both were themselves up to the end. At least she has her wonderful grandbabies to help keep her spirits up. We do enjoy sharing stories about our precious grandbabies.
Bright and early on Monday morning I arrived at my DD's house to find a sweet grandbaby all ready to go. She was in much better shape than mommy. A mother has to worry. This is her baby. I have to admit that Grammy was a bit worried too. The poor baby had not eaten since 2:00 am but she was good about that. She did suck on her sippy cup and that empty sound was terrible. Her Grandmother showed up too. We were all there to entertain our precious girl. Of course everyone was very impressed with her. They were running an hour behind but Grandbaby took it totally in stride. Mommy and Daddy got to go back with her while both the grandmother's waited. It really wasn't long before they showed up with a sleeping baby in Daddy's arms. Grandmother had to go back to work but we three, with sleeping baby in tow, headed out to breakfast. About half way through breakfast baby woke up and Mommy's mood brightened. Sweet Grandbaby was hungry and managed to eat some breakfast with us. She just wasn't sure what had happened to her.
After a great breakfast we all headed out to go shopping for Grandbaby. I found a couple of cute outfits and two wooden puzzles for her. Mommy and Daddy got her a couple of outfits and her Easter outfit. The Easter outfit it precious and she is going to look great on Easter morning. Then Mommy and Daddy threw in a new toy and we all headed home. Once home, Daddy handed Grandbaby to me and she immediately laid her head on my shoulder and went to sleep. There was nothing for a Grammy to do but hold her while she slept. Such a hard chore but I proved up to it. She woke up with a smile and ready to play some. Later DS brought over pizza for everyone so he could visit with Grandbaby. She definitely enjoyed the attention.
That night I got a call from BF. This poor woman has been through so much and now she is having to take on her parents and their financial problems. Her mother is in early stages of dementia and her father is just trying to cope. They have gotten themselves into a terrible financial problems. So BF's job is straighten everything out and get them on the right track. All of this on top of not feeling well is hard on her. She's such a wonderful person and I have depended on her many times through the last few years. I am so sorry she is having to watch her parents go down like this. I miss my parents terribly but I am thankful that they both were themselves up to the end. At least she has her wonderful grandbabies to help keep her spirits up. We do enjoy sharing stories about our precious grandbabies.
Friday, March 17, 2006
Daddy's Girls
Happy St. Patrick's Day. This is a bad day for me. St. Patrick's day was always a big deal for my father. He was a proud Irishman. He taught be to be proud of my Irish heritage. He pushed it so hard that I would forget that I have some Polish in me too. He taught me about leprechauns. My mother would get so mad when he and I would see leprechaun's dancing in the fire. She never saw them. My father had a big impact on my life. I miss him very much.
Last night I went over to Missy and Terry's to babysit. It turned out that Terry was not going out but asked me to stay and take care of Serif so he could do some work. Boy was that a bad idea. That little girl was determined to be with her daddy. There was nothing I could do to make her happy. She never cries like that when I take care of her. Usually we have a great time and she doesn't even notice her parents aren't there. But I guess knowing that her daddy was in the house was all it took. She would scream until he came into the room and got her. Once he picked her up everything was great and she was happy as a lark. When I left she was on the sofa with Terry happy as could be chewing on his big toe.
I am so ready for the weekend. I want to relax and veg. That's what I usually do anyway. Maybe a little house work but mainly just relax. It's been a busy week. I love Saturdays because that's the one morning that I don't have an alarm getting me up. I love that waking up on my own and then sitting around reading the paper and enjoying my coffee. I am definitely ready.
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
Last night I went over to Missy and Terry's to babysit. It turned out that Terry was not going out but asked me to stay and take care of Serif so he could do some work. Boy was that a bad idea. That little girl was determined to be with her daddy. There was nothing I could do to make her happy. She never cries like that when I take care of her. Usually we have a great time and she doesn't even notice her parents aren't there. But I guess knowing that her daddy was in the house was all it took. She would scream until he came into the room and got her. Once he picked her up everything was great and she was happy as a lark. When I left she was on the sofa with Terry happy as could be chewing on his big toe.
I am so ready for the weekend. I want to relax and veg. That's what I usually do anyway. Maybe a little house work but mainly just relax. It's been a busy week. I love Saturdays because that's the one morning that I don't have an alarm getting me up. I love that waking up on my own and then sitting around reading the paper and enjoying my coffee. I am definitely ready.
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Reunions
Today was full of mixed feelings. Missy and I went to lunch with the group from our old office. It was so strange to see them all again. It had been about a year and a half since we had all last been together. Many things had happened in that time. Everyone had found new jobs (since the company closed), babies were born and we were all older. But it was also very bitter sweet.
I came to this company 3 months after Patrick died. I have to admit that the first 6 months of my employment there I was in a total fog. It was one of the hardest times in my life and the people there were my lifesavers. Missy worked there also and that helped a lot. It gave me a reason to get up in the morning. Something to face every day. Plus getting a paycheck was a necessity Especially since I was trying to recover from the bankruptcy. It was scary because other than working with Patrick, I had not had a job for almost 24 years. People aren't crazy about hiring someone who worked for their husband. They have a tendency to think that you kept your job by sleeping with the boss. Okay I did but I was also good at what I did. Anyway, because of Missy, they were willing to take a chance on me. I like to think I proved them right and gradually took over most of the office duties. I loved the people I worked with and they became more like family. I count each and everyone of them wonderful friends that I cherish dearly. Not at all like my job today.
The job I have today I got because I was qualified and capable of doing the work. They knew I could do the work and I proved them right by not only doing the job but taking on extra responsibilities. I also love the people I work with and look forward to going to work every morning but they are not my family. They are people that I work with and I enjoy their company. There is not the connection I had with the other company. When I leave work, I leave all that behind and go to my home and family.
So lunch was happy and sad. Very mixed emotions. I have to admit that it felt good to go back to my office and job. I've been there for almost a year and a half and I belong there. I'm very comfortable there.
Last night I got to visit with Serif. She is getting so big. She actually put her hand on my mouth and yelled at me. I believe she was telling me to be quiet. Can you believe that? Of course it worked.
Well that's it for now. I'm going to try to get up and exercise in the morning but no promises. It's been cool in the mornings lately and great sleeping weather. Since I'm not sick any more I really have no excuse but knowing me I'll find something.
Pleasant dreams.
I came to this company 3 months after Patrick died. I have to admit that the first 6 months of my employment there I was in a total fog. It was one of the hardest times in my life and the people there were my lifesavers. Missy worked there also and that helped a lot. It gave me a reason to get up in the morning. Something to face every day. Plus getting a paycheck was a necessity Especially since I was trying to recover from the bankruptcy. It was scary because other than working with Patrick, I had not had a job for almost 24 years. People aren't crazy about hiring someone who worked for their husband. They have a tendency to think that you kept your job by sleeping with the boss. Okay I did but I was also good at what I did. Anyway, because of Missy, they were willing to take a chance on me. I like to think I proved them right and gradually took over most of the office duties. I loved the people I worked with and they became more like family. I count each and everyone of them wonderful friends that I cherish dearly. Not at all like my job today.
The job I have today I got because I was qualified and capable of doing the work. They knew I could do the work and I proved them right by not only doing the job but taking on extra responsibilities. I also love the people I work with and look forward to going to work every morning but they are not my family. They are people that I work with and I enjoy their company. There is not the connection I had with the other company. When I leave work, I leave all that behind and go to my home and family.
So lunch was happy and sad. Very mixed emotions. I have to admit that it felt good to go back to my office and job. I've been there for almost a year and a half and I belong there. I'm very comfortable there.
Last night I got to visit with Serif. She is getting so big. She actually put her hand on my mouth and yelled at me. I believe she was telling me to be quiet. Can you believe that? Of course it worked.
Well that's it for now. I'm going to try to get up and exercise in the morning but no promises. It's been cool in the mornings lately and great sleeping weather. Since I'm not sick any more I really have no excuse but knowing me I'll find something.
Pleasant dreams.
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Sunday Evening
Well it's Sunday evening and I'm getting everything ready to begin a new week.
I have bronchitis and it has really gotten me down. I finally finished the medicine and, though it doesn't hurt quite as much to breathe, it has still got me down. The medicine has been playing havoc with my stomach and I'm still so tired. I don't need this for a number of reasons. First of all, I have a bunch to do next week at work and, secondly, I hate being sick. Being sick has stopped my lenten program of exercise but at least I have been able to make it to church.
Last Friday I got to babysit. That was such a treat. My sweet grandbaby is getting so big. Last Tuesday she not only turned 9 months old but she cut her first tooth. I can't imagine where all the time has gone. We had such a good time playing. She is so much fun these days. But then she got sleepy. As I held her and looked down on that sweet, adorable face, I was struck by how big she looks now. She is not that little baby but a big girl that smiles in her sleep and talks on the phone to me.
Tom even came over and visited while I was babysitting and then he got to visit with his sister when she got home. I am so glad they are getting closer. When I'm gone I want them to have each other. Of course he's also worried about Missy and her Graves Disease. Isn't that a horrible name? I know they named it after a doctor but it's still a terrible name. Missy has done so much research on this subject. She has opted to take the medication. She is supposed to start it on Monday. We are all praying that she will have no side effects. They can be brutal but I have faith that everything will work out. I just want my baby well.
The other good news is that Patti and Tom are trying to get their boxer pregnant. If all goes well, she will have a liter for Mother's Day. This is an exciting time for Tom and Patti because Hulda is a great dog. She's beautiful and has great pedigry. Hopefully they will have some healthy and happy puppies. I can't wait to see what Serif will do when she has the puppies crawling all over. That will definitely be time to get the video camera out.
Well the laundry is finished so it's time to fold clothes and head off to bed. Hopefully Monday will be a good day for everyone.
I have bronchitis and it has really gotten me down. I finally finished the medicine and, though it doesn't hurt quite as much to breathe, it has still got me down. The medicine has been playing havoc with my stomach and I'm still so tired. I don't need this for a number of reasons. First of all, I have a bunch to do next week at work and, secondly, I hate being sick. Being sick has stopped my lenten program of exercise but at least I have been able to make it to church.
Last Friday I got to babysit. That was such a treat. My sweet grandbaby is getting so big. Last Tuesday she not only turned 9 months old but she cut her first tooth. I can't imagine where all the time has gone. We had such a good time playing. She is so much fun these days. But then she got sleepy. As I held her and looked down on that sweet, adorable face, I was struck by how big she looks now. She is not that little baby but a big girl that smiles in her sleep and talks on the phone to me.
Tom even came over and visited while I was babysitting and then he got to visit with his sister when she got home. I am so glad they are getting closer. When I'm gone I want them to have each other. Of course he's also worried about Missy and her Graves Disease. Isn't that a horrible name? I know they named it after a doctor but it's still a terrible name. Missy has done so much research on this subject. She has opted to take the medication. She is supposed to start it on Monday. We are all praying that she will have no side effects. They can be brutal but I have faith that everything will work out. I just want my baby well.
The other good news is that Patti and Tom are trying to get their boxer pregnant. If all goes well, she will have a liter for Mother's Day. This is an exciting time for Tom and Patti because Hulda is a great dog. She's beautiful and has great pedigry. Hopefully they will have some healthy and happy puppies. I can't wait to see what Serif will do when she has the puppies crawling all over. That will definitely be time to get the video camera out.
Well the laundry is finished so it's time to fold clothes and head off to bed. Hopefully Monday will be a good day for everyone.
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
My Children
No matter how old they get I still worry about my children. You may not know it but when you have a child (and you don't have to give birth to be a mother) it is a life long commitment. Everyone talks about when their kid turns 18 they are out the door. Well I have news for you. Even when they walk out that door they are still yours and you still worry about them. They never get too old for that.
Last year at this time we had Tom in the hospital and were worrying if he would survive. So I spent every spare moment I had sitting in his hospital room. Now this year it is Missy. She is sick and she has to come up with the best treatment for her.
This is where it gets hard. Your children are adults and you are proud of the adults they have become. But it's also hard to give up control. I want so badly to take care of her but I can't. She has a husband now and that is his job. I can only be there when she reaches out to me. I must respect the fact that she is a wife and a mother. My baby grew up and I'm so proud of what she grew up into. But no matter how old she gets, she will always be my baby. Luckily she still needs her mommy occasionally too.
Last year at this time we had Tom in the hospital and were worrying if he would survive. So I spent every spare moment I had sitting in his hospital room. Now this year it is Missy. She is sick and she has to come up with the best treatment for her.
This is where it gets hard. Your children are adults and you are proud of the adults they have become. But it's also hard to give up control. I want so badly to take care of her but I can't. She has a husband now and that is his job. I can only be there when she reaches out to me. I must respect the fact that she is a wife and a mother. My baby grew up and I'm so proud of what she grew up into. But no matter how old she gets, she will always be my baby. Luckily she still needs her mommy occasionally too.
Sunday, March 05, 2006
My Dining Room Window
I love sitting at my dining room table in the morning, with my coffee and looking out the window. I have sat and looked out this window every morning for 29 years.
I have watched the sun come up. I have watched all the times the leaves have fallen off the trees in the back yard. And I have watched those same trees sprout their new leaves in welcoming the spring. I have watched the grass grow green and see it turn brown when the frost comes. I have watched the seasons come and go through this window.
I have seen the yard full of toys and children running around in happiness.Their laughter filling the air. I have seen the garden being freshly planted and the sprouting new plants and then the vegetables growing to ripeness. I have watched the puppies romp in the backyard in their youthfulness and gradually grow old as they strolled the back yard.
The children are grown, the garden is grown over and the dog is old but I still sit and look out the window and sip my morning coffee. The sun rises in the morning bringing in a new day. The squirrels are running around gathering the pecans that have fallen to the ground. The blue jays are flying among the trees. Spring is coming again.
I have watched the sun come up. I have watched all the times the leaves have fallen off the trees in the back yard. And I have watched those same trees sprout their new leaves in welcoming the spring. I have watched the grass grow green and see it turn brown when the frost comes. I have watched the seasons come and go through this window.
I have seen the yard full of toys and children running around in happiness.Their laughter filling the air. I have seen the garden being freshly planted and the sprouting new plants and then the vegetables growing to ripeness. I have watched the puppies romp in the backyard in their youthfulness and gradually grow old as they strolled the back yard.
The children are grown, the garden is grown over and the dog is old but I still sit and look out the window and sip my morning coffee. The sun rises in the morning bringing in a new day. The squirrels are running around gathering the pecans that have fallen to the ground. The blue jays are flying among the trees. Spring is coming again.
Saturday, March 04, 2006
Exercise
Okay, did I ever tell you that I hate exercise? Well if I didn't, I do. I am I really do HATE exercise. I hate the sweating and the moving. Which, of course, explains my size and my need to exercise.
I promised Missy and I kept my promise. I did exercise and I will continue to do so. Everyone says if I keep doing it, I will grow to love it. We will see about that. If it can happen with me then it can happen to anyone. I will remain the skeptic until it happens.
Yesterday afternoon was so wonderful. Missy came and kidnapped me from work and, after we picked up Serif, we proceeded to have a wonderful afternoon of just wandering around the Arboretum and talking. We do that very well any time but there are times when it is very special and this is one of those times. We wore poor Serif out so much that she fell asleep before we got out of Barnes and Nobles. That is one thing that Patrick taught us both. The love of books and book stores. Whether the books are old and used or fresh off the press. Books are something to be cherished. I could spend hours in a library or book store. I hope that Missy and Terry (and maybe a little help from me) will teach Serif the love of books. I found a good first Easter book for her.
Well now that my exercising is over for the day, it is time for me to resume my rightful place on the couch.
I promised Missy and I kept my promise. I did exercise and I will continue to do so. Everyone says if I keep doing it, I will grow to love it. We will see about that. If it can happen with me then it can happen to anyone. I will remain the skeptic until it happens.
Yesterday afternoon was so wonderful. Missy came and kidnapped me from work and, after we picked up Serif, we proceeded to have a wonderful afternoon of just wandering around the Arboretum and talking. We do that very well any time but there are times when it is very special and this is one of those times. We wore poor Serif out so much that she fell asleep before we got out of Barnes and Nobles. That is one thing that Patrick taught us both. The love of books and book stores. Whether the books are old and used or fresh off the press. Books are something to be cherished. I could spend hours in a library or book store. I hope that Missy and Terry (and maybe a little help from me) will teach Serif the love of books. I found a good first Easter book for her.
Well now that my exercising is over for the day, it is time for me to resume my rightful place on the couch.
Thursday, March 02, 2006
What a Week
Oh my goodness. I cannot believe the week I have had so far. I am so glad that tomorrow is Friday. I am totally exhausted. The next time I decide to tell them at work that I need something to do, please hit me along side the head.
The good part is that I have enjoyed my family for the last 2 nights. On Tuesday it was Fat Tuesday so we, and some very special friends, got together for pancakes at IHOP. That was great but, unfortunately, they only had one cook so it took 2 hours for us to get our food and eat. Thank heavens for friends and conversation. It definitely helped the time pass. Even though we were starving when it finally got there.
Then it turned out that I really did need to work late on Wednesday so instead of going to church we were bad and met with Tom and Patti at Kerby Lane. That was so wonderful. We all just sat around and relaxed and talked. It was perfect and no one could believe it when it was 9:00 and we all had to go to home and go to bed.
Luckily things slowed down a little today so I was able to catch my breath. I'm hoping it won't get too bad again until next Monday but you never know what tomorrow will bring. Missy gets scanned tomorrow afternoon and I told her that if she wanted I would take off early and we could hang out. We'll see how she feels.
The good thing is that I got to spend some great time with my beautiful granddaughter. She is just getting so big. Well age wise. Definitely not size wise. She is so little and petite. But she has a smile that lights up a room. I just marvel at her every time I see her.
So I decided to stop by the store on the way home. There was a sale but I couldn't find anything to buy except a pair of pants. I did stop by the pet store and while I was there I couldn't resist getting Bosco a present. I hope he likes it and doesn't tear it apart. So far he seems to like it and that's good. He's my baby.
Well it's time to get ready for tomorrow. Just one more day to wake up and then I can sleep in. I can hardly wait.
The good part is that I have enjoyed my family for the last 2 nights. On Tuesday it was Fat Tuesday so we, and some very special friends, got together for pancakes at IHOP. That was great but, unfortunately, they only had one cook so it took 2 hours for us to get our food and eat. Thank heavens for friends and conversation. It definitely helped the time pass. Even though we were starving when it finally got there.
Then it turned out that I really did need to work late on Wednesday so instead of going to church we were bad and met with Tom and Patti at Kerby Lane. That was so wonderful. We all just sat around and relaxed and talked. It was perfect and no one could believe it when it was 9:00 and we all had to go to home and go to bed.
Luckily things slowed down a little today so I was able to catch my breath. I'm hoping it won't get too bad again until next Monday but you never know what tomorrow will bring. Missy gets scanned tomorrow afternoon and I told her that if she wanted I would take off early and we could hang out. We'll see how she feels.
The good thing is that I got to spend some great time with my beautiful granddaughter. She is just getting so big. Well age wise. Definitely not size wise. She is so little and petite. But she has a smile that lights up a room. I just marvel at her every time I see her.
So I decided to stop by the store on the way home. There was a sale but I couldn't find anything to buy except a pair of pants. I did stop by the pet store and while I was there I couldn't resist getting Bosco a present. I hope he likes it and doesn't tear it apart. So far he seems to like it and that's good. He's my baby.
Well it's time to get ready for tomorrow. Just one more day to wake up and then I can sleep in. I can hardly wait.
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