Okay it's definitely been a Monday but it's been a great one. First of all it was a beautiful day. Which I really enjoyed looking at from the kitchen window at the office while I heated up my Lean Cuisine. That took a whole 4-1/2 minutes.
I was so busy today. I couldn't believe it. I have been complaining about not having enough work so they gave me a new job. This has kept me going today. Also trying to make up for being sick last week and falling behind. Don't get me wrong. I love being busy. The day went by so fast and I loved it.
My poor puppy was so happy to see me. He just didn't know what to do when I was sick. His goody amount went down while I was sick. I was talking to Jesse about labs. He has one too. Such great dogs. Anyway, he was saying how his dog is old and has slowed down so much and has hip problems, etc. She is a smart dog because she lays at the foot of the stairs waiting to see if they are really going to stay up there. If they stay up then she'll go on up and join them. So I ask how old she is. She's 10 years old. My baby is 12-1/2. So far (knock on wood) Bosco is doing so good. Keep dancing for me boy!
Missy called and made an appointment for me to give blood. She and I will go together. I will give blood and she will give platlets. After I give blood, I will be able to give platlets. Then I will have to get tested to see if I am able to give anyone bone marrow. This is so important. I really want the chance to help someone, if I can, before I get too old. I think this is so important. I hope anyone reading this blog will also think about doing this. You could be saving someone's life.
Monday, February 27, 2006
Sunday, February 26, 2006
A New Day
Today is a beautiful day. The rain is over and I had the best night's sleep I've had since I got sick. You know how great you feel when you wake up and realize you feel fantastic. Well that's the way I felt this morning. Even Bosco could tell the difference. You may think I'm crazy but I sing to the dog every morning as we come out of the bedroom. He loves it and dances along with me as we come into the kitchen for his morning goodies. This last week has not been a singing week and I knew it bothered him. But this morning we sang all the way to the goodies and he just danced along. There's nothing better than being sick and getting better. You never appreciate feeling good more.
I had forgotten how wonderful it is having the internet at home. All the little things you look up that you don't think about. I have been having toilet problems. My toilet would keep running. I knew enough to check out things like making sure that little rubbery thing in the bottom had a good seal and mine did. I knew it was the floater but I wasn't sure exactly how to adjust it. Well this morning I decided to look it up and found it was just a little screw. I marched right in there with the screwdriver and fixed it! I am so awesome!! A few more times on line and I could become a plumber. Well actually I couldn't because I could never wear my jeans so that they showed my crack when I bent over. That's just not lady like.
Yesterday afternoon my family reminded me that they loved me. There's nothing worse than feeling sick and alone. Out of the blue Missy, Terry and Serif came over so I could have a hug or two. It was so sweet. Serif is so cudely and I got lots of hugs and kisses. She's probaby what cured me. It was so sweet of them and it felt good to just visit a little. They were on their way to a friend's husband's surprise party. There was just no way I was up to going but it was sweet of them to try to get me to go along with them. Then, after they left, I had a call from Patti. Turns out my son has been worried about me so she called to see if there was anything they could do for me. I have such a sweet thoughtful family. I have to remember that when I start feeling alone.
Right now the sun is shining and I'm waiting for Missy and Serif to get ready to go out shopping. Sunday is always our big day. I'm sitting at my dining room table, enjoying a cup of coffee and listening to the oldies. What more can you ask for?
I had forgotten how wonderful it is having the internet at home. All the little things you look up that you don't think about. I have been having toilet problems. My toilet would keep running. I knew enough to check out things like making sure that little rubbery thing in the bottom had a good seal and mine did. I knew it was the floater but I wasn't sure exactly how to adjust it. Well this morning I decided to look it up and found it was just a little screw. I marched right in there with the screwdriver and fixed it! I am so awesome!! A few more times on line and I could become a plumber. Well actually I couldn't because I could never wear my jeans so that they showed my crack when I bent over. That's just not lady like.
Yesterday afternoon my family reminded me that they loved me. There's nothing worse than feeling sick and alone. Out of the blue Missy, Terry and Serif came over so I could have a hug or two. It was so sweet. Serif is so cudely and I got lots of hugs and kisses. She's probaby what cured me. It was so sweet of them and it felt good to just visit a little. They were on their way to a friend's husband's surprise party. There was just no way I was up to going but it was sweet of them to try to get me to go along with them. Then, after they left, I had a call from Patti. Turns out my son has been worried about me so she called to see if there was anything they could do for me. I have such a sweet thoughtful family. I have to remember that when I start feeling alone.
Right now the sun is shining and I'm waiting for Missy and Serif to get ready to go out shopping. Sunday is always our big day. I'm sitting at my dining room table, enjoying a cup of coffee and listening to the oldies. What more can you ask for?
Saturday, February 25, 2006
Lazy Saturdays
I love a good lazy Saturday. Today is no exception. I woke up to the rain on the windows. Great lazy morning.
Tom is back from his Grandmother's funeral. I know how hard that was for him. It's always hard to say good-bye to someone you love.
I have been sick for the whole week. I hate it. I really think I'm doing better but it sure has taken it out of me. Being sick starts getting you depressed. You're alone because you don't want to get anyone else sick and the longer you're alone the more depressed you get. It's a vicious circle.
It is definitely nice having the internet back here at the house. Now I chat all weekend.
Tom is back from his Grandmother's funeral. I know how hard that was for him. It's always hard to say good-bye to someone you love.
I have been sick for the whole week. I hate it. I really think I'm doing better but it sure has taken it out of me. Being sick starts getting you depressed. You're alone because you don't want to get anyone else sick and the longer you're alone the more depressed you get. It's a vicious circle.
It is definitely nice having the internet back here at the house. Now I chat all weekend.
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Friends and Family
Valentine's Day was very nice. My wonderful daughter and son-in-law surprised me at work with a bouquet of cookies, a big balloon and a valentine's day card from my precious granddaughter. What more can a grammy ask for. I put the balloon in my room so I could enjoy it and am in the process of eating the cookies. I had a friend tell me that it's a sin to let cookies go to waste so I figured I'd eat them and save the balloon and card. That makes sense doesn't it?
I have a wonderful friend that I have known for over 30 years. She has been my rock during so much. She lost her husband early and was there for me when I lost mine. She is my closest friend and my daughter's Godmother.
Last night we were on the phone for almost 2 hours. There was so much to talk about. She wanted to hear all about the trial. She was so worried about me knowing that I was on the jury. The main topic of conversation is one we have had before and that is death. Her brother had a stroke last Thursday. The outlook is not good. Now Nancy and I are doers. We are mothers. When something needs to be done you suck it up and do it. While everyone else in the family was wringing their hands, Nancy went and checked out the options for a funeral and taking care of arrangements. There was no way that his son's could take on that responsibility. This is very sad. Her brother is only 58 years old. Trust me, at my age, that is not old. I have put him on the DOK's prayer list. All we can do is wait. On top of that Nancy is having to deal with aging parents and a mother showing the early stages of dementia. Life can be so hard some times.
Between the trial and this, I am once again reminded who uncertain life is. We have no guarantees about tomorrow. Today is all we can count on. Don't waste it. Be sure to tell those around you that you love them. (That's one thing I will never regret with my husband. He always new how much I loved him and I knew how much he loved me. He died with me telling him of my love.) Also hug those babies of yours. No matter how old they are. They really do like it.
I have a wonderful friend that I have known for over 30 years. She has been my rock during so much. She lost her husband early and was there for me when I lost mine. She is my closest friend and my daughter's Godmother.
Last night we were on the phone for almost 2 hours. There was so much to talk about. She wanted to hear all about the trial. She was so worried about me knowing that I was on the jury. The main topic of conversation is one we have had before and that is death. Her brother had a stroke last Thursday. The outlook is not good. Now Nancy and I are doers. We are mothers. When something needs to be done you suck it up and do it. While everyone else in the family was wringing their hands, Nancy went and checked out the options for a funeral and taking care of arrangements. There was no way that his son's could take on that responsibility. This is very sad. Her brother is only 58 years old. Trust me, at my age, that is not old. I have put him on the DOK's prayer list. All we can do is wait. On top of that Nancy is having to deal with aging parents and a mother showing the early stages of dementia. Life can be so hard some times.
Between the trial and this, I am once again reminded who uncertain life is. We have no guarantees about tomorrow. Today is all we can count on. Don't waste it. Be sure to tell those around you that you love them. (That's one thing I will never regret with my husband. He always new how much I loved him and I knew how much he loved me. He died with me telling him of my love.) Also hug those babies of yours. No matter how old they are. They really do like it.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
It's Over
I am happy to report that jury duty is now over. It was a very hard case and one that I will not forget for a long time. There are a lot of pictures in my head that I need to forget. It will take time. This was a horrible crime that should not have happened. The taking of a life is never right but an innocent life of a young woman with a life time ahead of her, her unborn child in her stomach and her baby daughter in your crib in the next room. There is no excuse for that. I pray that the killer will never walk the streets again as a free man. Although we were unable to agree and give him the death penalty, I will personally do all I can in my power to keep him in jail for the rest of his life.
I have learned much about our system of justice. Both good and bad. The main thing I can say is that I admire those who work to keep us safe. We are so fortunate that we can go into a courtroom presumed innocent and have the right to stand up and defend ourselves. Our forefathers fought and many died for our right to a fair trial. I may not agree with everything that happened but I do appreciate the hard work that went in on both sides. You know about this bad in the world but our lives can be so sheltered that it is still a shock when you come face to face with it.
Luckily I had a wonderful family to fall back on and that was what helped me through it all. After the verdict, Missy brought Serif over for me to baby sit. That sweet baby fell asleep on my shoulder and I sat there and held her and kissed on her for over 4 hours. I couldn't put her down. She is the good in the world. She is all that matters. She is the future.
Today is Valentine's Day. I really don't like this holiday because it is centered around couples and that just reminds me of what I have lost. That's me feeling sorry for myself. Instead I must concentrate on how fortunate I am to have had that other half of myself for all those years and how wonderful all those other Valentine's Days were. The day will come when we will have an eternity of Valentine Day's together.
So for all of you out there with or without a special someone. Happy Valentine's Day.
I have learned much about our system of justice. Both good and bad. The main thing I can say is that I admire those who work to keep us safe. We are so fortunate that we can go into a courtroom presumed innocent and have the right to stand up and defend ourselves. Our forefathers fought and many died for our right to a fair trial. I may not agree with everything that happened but I do appreciate the hard work that went in on both sides. You know about this bad in the world but our lives can be so sheltered that it is still a shock when you come face to face with it.
Luckily I had a wonderful family to fall back on and that was what helped me through it all. After the verdict, Missy brought Serif over for me to baby sit. That sweet baby fell asleep on my shoulder and I sat there and held her and kissed on her for over 4 hours. I couldn't put her down. She is the good in the world. She is all that matters. She is the future.
Today is Valentine's Day. I really don't like this holiday because it is centered around couples and that just reminds me of what I have lost. That's me feeling sorry for myself. Instead I must concentrate on how fortunate I am to have had that other half of myself for all those years and how wonderful all those other Valentine's Days were. The day will come when we will have an eternity of Valentine Day's together.
So for all of you out there with or without a special someone. Happy Valentine's Day.
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Family
I love spending time with my family. I am so very lucky that my children are close and are willing to share their time with me. Friday is usually family night where I get together with Tom and his wife, Missy and her husband, and wonderful grandbaby Serif. That is always enjoyable. Right after Patrick died, Tom and his wife drifted away and we saw very little of them. It's nice that they now include us in their lives again.
Missy has me over on Tuesday so we can watch Gilmore Girls. She feeds me and everything. I'm not sure how much I watch the show compared to watching Serif. I am so crazy about that little girl.
Then there is our Sunday's where we do our shopping and errands. We also try to go to church at least every other Sunday.
So you see I am included in my children's lives a lot. Plus the fact that I have a tendency to need a couple of visits for hugs and kisses from Serif during the week. She is changing so fast that every day is something new. I know I shouldn't spend so much time over there and I'm always afraid that I will wear out my welcome but...did I mention...that I'm crazy about that little girl?
I love being a grandmother. Right now Serif is very into her parents and I'm thrilled about that. Missy and Terry are such fabulous parents. But she's always happy to see her Grammy. She will give me the sweetest little smile when she sees me. She has already learned how to make my heart melt. I'm such a push over for her. That's part of the fun of being a grandmother.
Serif is now pulling up and furniture walking. I can't believe how big she is getting. It won't be long before she's walking. Soon she'll be coming over to my house to spend the night. That is going to be so much fun. I definitely have to get more toys at my house. Guess I know where the tax refund it is going.
Missy has me over on Tuesday so we can watch Gilmore Girls. She feeds me and everything. I'm not sure how much I watch the show compared to watching Serif. I am so crazy about that little girl.
Then there is our Sunday's where we do our shopping and errands. We also try to go to church at least every other Sunday.
So you see I am included in my children's lives a lot. Plus the fact that I have a tendency to need a couple of visits for hugs and kisses from Serif during the week. She is changing so fast that every day is something new. I know I shouldn't spend so much time over there and I'm always afraid that I will wear out my welcome but...did I mention...that I'm crazy about that little girl?
I love being a grandmother. Right now Serif is very into her parents and I'm thrilled about that. Missy and Terry are such fabulous parents. But she's always happy to see her Grammy. She will give me the sweetest little smile when she sees me. She has already learned how to make my heart melt. I'm such a push over for her. That's part of the fun of being a grandmother.
Serif is now pulling up and furniture walking. I can't believe how big she is getting. It won't be long before she's walking. Soon she'll be coming over to my house to spend the night. That is going to be so much fun. I definitely have to get more toys at my house. Guess I know where the tax refund it is going.
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Jury Duty
Well I am offically Juror #8. It's funny as I sit and think about this. I was so torn about being on this jury for many reasons. Of course there is the inconvenience that I will face. Some extra hours to make this as easy as possible for my bosses. The other reason is even more important because, since this is a capital offense, I will be helping 11 other people decide whether a man will live or die. That is a very scarey job and one that I do not take lightly.
It's funny because from the time I got my first jury summons, everyone has given me advice on how to get out of jury duty. Not one person said what a great honor or I'm excited for you. I only heard what a bummer it is to be called. Since this was a death penalty case the process was long and difficult. I had to go in three different times. The last one was on the stand and I was questioned by each of the attorney's. It was not hard, but it was extremely draining. They forced you to look inside yourself and really see what your feelings are. This is not always easy.
I am going to do what ever American should be proud to do. I am going to sit on a jury because I am an American citizen and that is not only my right but the right of the man standing trial. My father fought in three wars so that I could sit on a jury. Many people in other countries would and are dying for the freedom to sit on a jury. This is something that our country stands for. The right to a trial by your peers. Your right to defend yourself.
It's sad to know that next week when those jury summons go out, the first thought those people are gong to have is how can I get out of this. But then that's part of our freedom to.
It's funny because from the time I got my first jury summons, everyone has given me advice on how to get out of jury duty. Not one person said what a great honor or I'm excited for you. I only heard what a bummer it is to be called. Since this was a death penalty case the process was long and difficult. I had to go in three different times. The last one was on the stand and I was questioned by each of the attorney's. It was not hard, but it was extremely draining. They forced you to look inside yourself and really see what your feelings are. This is not always easy.
I am going to do what ever American should be proud to do. I am going to sit on a jury because I am an American citizen and that is not only my right but the right of the man standing trial. My father fought in three wars so that I could sit on a jury. Many people in other countries would and are dying for the freedom to sit on a jury. This is something that our country stands for. The right to a trial by your peers. Your right to defend yourself.
It's sad to know that next week when those jury summons go out, the first thought those people are gong to have is how can I get out of this. But then that's part of our freedom to.
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Sleeping Babies
Yesterday was Missy's 8th anniversary. My goodness. It's hard to believe that eight years ago she became a wife. Time does go by fast.
The kids wanted to have a nice anniversary dinner so I, of course, volunteered to take care of the baby for them. The sacrafices I make.
I love taking care of that little girl. She is such a joy. We were doing great but, unfortunately, I had to go the bathroom. Thinking I had it all under control, I put Serif in her highchair with some stars to eat and tried to sneak off. Alas, it did not work. The screaming started just as I was sitting down. Boy you have no idea how fast you can go to the bathroom when you have a screaming baby. Needless to say she had worked herself up pretty good when I got back. So as soon as I picked her up, she laid her head down on my shoulder and went to sleep. Now I ask you, is there anything better than a sleeping baby in your arms? Of course, the answer is no. She is so soft and cuddly. I love feeling her breathing on my cheek. I just sat on the sofa taking in this wonderful miracle in my arms. I still can't believe she's my granddaughter. I also like to play with her hands and feet while she sleeps but we won't talk about that.
She woke up happy and smiling. What a wonderful little girl. We had some more stars and some chicken and rice and formula. She would eat and talk. Many times at the same time. I got to be silly and sing silly songs. Babies and dogs are good about that because they don't even think you're acting wierd. They just love it.
The evening was short. Mommy and Daddy came home while we were eating. When they arrive no one else matters. Just them. That's the way it should be. It was time for me to go home to Bosco and make up for being late again. Poor puppy has no idea when to expect me anymore. With the holidays over, I should get back on a regular schedule. I really need to because my house definitely needs a good cleaning.
Well enough of my evening. Today is another day and there is work to do. God bless and everyone enjoy a wonderful day.
The kids wanted to have a nice anniversary dinner so I, of course, volunteered to take care of the baby for them. The sacrafices I make.
I love taking care of that little girl. She is such a joy. We were doing great but, unfortunately, I had to go the bathroom. Thinking I had it all under control, I put Serif in her highchair with some stars to eat and tried to sneak off. Alas, it did not work. The screaming started just as I was sitting down. Boy you have no idea how fast you can go to the bathroom when you have a screaming baby. Needless to say she had worked herself up pretty good when I got back. So as soon as I picked her up, she laid her head down on my shoulder and went to sleep. Now I ask you, is there anything better than a sleeping baby in your arms? Of course, the answer is no. She is so soft and cuddly. I love feeling her breathing on my cheek. I just sat on the sofa taking in this wonderful miracle in my arms. I still can't believe she's my granddaughter. I also like to play with her hands and feet while she sleeps but we won't talk about that.
She woke up happy and smiling. What a wonderful little girl. We had some more stars and some chicken and rice and formula. She would eat and talk. Many times at the same time. I got to be silly and sing silly songs. Babies and dogs are good about that because they don't even think you're acting wierd. They just love it.
The evening was short. Mommy and Daddy came home while we were eating. When they arrive no one else matters. Just them. That's the way it should be. It was time for me to go home to Bosco and make up for being late again. Poor puppy has no idea when to expect me anymore. With the holidays over, I should get back on a regular schedule. I really need to because my house definitely needs a good cleaning.
Well enough of my evening. Today is another day and there is work to do. God bless and everyone enjoy a wonderful day.
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
HAPPY NEW YEAR
Happy New Year everyone!
My goodness where has all the time gone? I can't believe the holidays have come and gone. I have been so bad about writing in my blog. I am definitely going to try to do better this new year.
This was a wonderful Christmas and New Years. I have the best family in the world and got to spend time with them. What more could a mother ask for?
We started with a wonderful dinner at my son's house on Dec. 23rd. Everything was perfect and I had a wonderful time. Serif got to meet Hulda who just loved her. She wanted to kiss that baby so badly. She is a very well behaved dog and was very gentle but Serif really wanted to play with her. You know it was a great time because we didn't leave until around 2:00. That says something for me to stay up that late.
Christmas eve was perfect. We took Serif to church. It was a beautiful service and then came home to celebrate with Terry's family. What fun we had. I had brought crackers for everyone and then we all sat around making snow globes. They may not have been perfect but a great time was had by all. Then came the big part which was the presents. I got so many wonderful things. How wonderful to share these things with those you love.
Since it was Serif's first Christmas, Missy was kind enough to invite me to spend the night and enjoy Christmas morning with her family. It was so wonderful of her and I gladly accepted. Christmas morning arrived and I heard stirring in Missy's room. I went in and there was Serif on her mommy's chest trying to go back to sleep. The bad thing was that she wasn't even surprised when she opened her eyes and saw me standing there wishing her a Merry Christmas. Does that mean I spend too much time at her house? ;-D
Anyway we went out to let her see what Santa Claus had brought her. Those eyes were so big. She couldn't believe all those toys were hers. She really got excited when she saw the snail that Santa had given her.
The biggest surprise of the morning was for me. Santa had remembered me too. I discovered that while I slept he had brought me a stocking and a present. I almost cried when I was handed the stocking. That was the first stocking I had gotten since I lost my Patrick. The kids will never know how much that meant to me.
Then I was given a big box with a new coffee maker in it. Can we talk surprise. It was a great present. Not only was I needing a new coffe maker but this one is quite special. It grinds the coffee beans just before making the coffee so the coffee is very fresh. I can even program it. I have to admit that is some of the best coffee I've had. I couldn't have gotten a better present. Plus I think of the kids every day when I use it. They are so wonderful to me.
After that, I hurried home to start preparing Christmas dinner and everyone arrived at the house. What a perfect Christmas. I love having the children back home for Christmas and having Serif there just made it even more special. Poor Bosco is still scared of her. He just doesn't know what to do with a person this little. Serif got to sit in her high chair at my house and try some of the dinner. Not much but it was nice to know that she liked the dressing. Her favorite is still the banana nut bread. After dinner, we played games and just enjoyed being a family. It feels so good to sit there and look up and see my children all around me at the table. If only Patrick could be there, everything would be perfect. But I know he's there in spirit. I can feel him with me every day.
I decided this year to go ahead and work between Christmas and New Years. It was very quiet since most of the office was on vacation. On Friday Missy and Serif came to see me. She is just so funny. But we had fun with her in the office. No one else was around so she could just do whatever she wanted. That night we went over to Tom's again and had a lovely dinner and visited with some friends of Tom and Patti's that were in town visiting. After dinner, we all played games. Another late night for us.
New Years Eve was fun. Missy had invited an old friend of hers from her childhood and her husband. Also included were Tom and Patti and Kathy. We all just sat around and played the game Scene It. We had a ball and were able to bring in the New Year together. There is always a bad time for me at the stroke of midnight. I so miss my Patrick and everyone is kissing and I remember that this is another year without him. You'd think it would get better. In some ways it has but in other ways I don't think it ever will.
New Years day was Luby's. That's a tradition that Patrick started after my mother died so I would not have to cook on New Years day. We have kept up that tradition even after he died. It was even more special this year because Terry's family joined us. The more the merrier.
Kathy took care of Serif on Monday so that Missy and Terry could celebrate their anniversary. I stopped by and visited some and then I took over so that they could go get tatoos. Better them than me. I talk about it but I think I'm too much of a coward to ever really go through with it.
I do so love taking care of Serif. She has gotten so big. Last night (Monday) she crawled with her belly off the floor and pulled herself up all by herself. We have so much fun together. She laughs and plays and is such a happy baby. I love being around her. I get to take care of her tonight so the kids can go out to dinner for their anniversary. I am so looking forward to it.
I guess that pretty much recaps the holidays. One of my resolutions is to post more. Let's hope that I can keep that one.
Oh and another thing is that I finally got the story "Dirty Faced Angel" written down for Missy to share with Serif when she gets older. That's another thing I can check off a list.
I hope everyone has a wonderful New Year and that all their dream and wishes come true in the months to come.
My goodness where has all the time gone? I can't believe the holidays have come and gone. I have been so bad about writing in my blog. I am definitely going to try to do better this new year.
This was a wonderful Christmas and New Years. I have the best family in the world and got to spend time with them. What more could a mother ask for?
We started with a wonderful dinner at my son's house on Dec. 23rd. Everything was perfect and I had a wonderful time. Serif got to meet Hulda who just loved her. She wanted to kiss that baby so badly. She is a very well behaved dog and was very gentle but Serif really wanted to play with her. You know it was a great time because we didn't leave until around 2:00. That says something for me to stay up that late.
Christmas eve was perfect. We took Serif to church. It was a beautiful service and then came home to celebrate with Terry's family. What fun we had. I had brought crackers for everyone and then we all sat around making snow globes. They may not have been perfect but a great time was had by all. Then came the big part which was the presents. I got so many wonderful things. How wonderful to share these things with those you love.
Since it was Serif's first Christmas, Missy was kind enough to invite me to spend the night and enjoy Christmas morning with her family. It was so wonderful of her and I gladly accepted. Christmas morning arrived and I heard stirring in Missy's room. I went in and there was Serif on her mommy's chest trying to go back to sleep. The bad thing was that she wasn't even surprised when she opened her eyes and saw me standing there wishing her a Merry Christmas. Does that mean I spend too much time at her house? ;-D
Anyway we went out to let her see what Santa Claus had brought her. Those eyes were so big. She couldn't believe all those toys were hers. She really got excited when she saw the snail that Santa had given her.
The biggest surprise of the morning was for me. Santa had remembered me too. I discovered that while I slept he had brought me a stocking and a present. I almost cried when I was handed the stocking. That was the first stocking I had gotten since I lost my Patrick. The kids will never know how much that meant to me.
Then I was given a big box with a new coffee maker in it. Can we talk surprise. It was a great present. Not only was I needing a new coffe maker but this one is quite special. It grinds the coffee beans just before making the coffee so the coffee is very fresh. I can even program it. I have to admit that is some of the best coffee I've had. I couldn't have gotten a better present. Plus I think of the kids every day when I use it. They are so wonderful to me.
After that, I hurried home to start preparing Christmas dinner and everyone arrived at the house. What a perfect Christmas. I love having the children back home for Christmas and having Serif there just made it even more special. Poor Bosco is still scared of her. He just doesn't know what to do with a person this little. Serif got to sit in her high chair at my house and try some of the dinner. Not much but it was nice to know that she liked the dressing. Her favorite is still the banana nut bread. After dinner, we played games and just enjoyed being a family. It feels so good to sit there and look up and see my children all around me at the table. If only Patrick could be there, everything would be perfect. But I know he's there in spirit. I can feel him with me every day.
I decided this year to go ahead and work between Christmas and New Years. It was very quiet since most of the office was on vacation. On Friday Missy and Serif came to see me. She is just so funny. But we had fun with her in the office. No one else was around so she could just do whatever she wanted. That night we went over to Tom's again and had a lovely dinner and visited with some friends of Tom and Patti's that were in town visiting. After dinner, we all played games. Another late night for us.
New Years Eve was fun. Missy had invited an old friend of hers from her childhood and her husband. Also included were Tom and Patti and Kathy. We all just sat around and played the game Scene It. We had a ball and were able to bring in the New Year together. There is always a bad time for me at the stroke of midnight. I so miss my Patrick and everyone is kissing and I remember that this is another year without him. You'd think it would get better. In some ways it has but in other ways I don't think it ever will.
New Years day was Luby's. That's a tradition that Patrick started after my mother died so I would not have to cook on New Years day. We have kept up that tradition even after he died. It was even more special this year because Terry's family joined us. The more the merrier.
Kathy took care of Serif on Monday so that Missy and Terry could celebrate their anniversary. I stopped by and visited some and then I took over so that they could go get tatoos. Better them than me. I talk about it but I think I'm too much of a coward to ever really go through with it.
I do so love taking care of Serif. She has gotten so big. Last night (Monday) she crawled with her belly off the floor and pulled herself up all by herself. We have so much fun together. She laughs and plays and is such a happy baby. I love being around her. I get to take care of her tonight so the kids can go out to dinner for their anniversary. I am so looking forward to it.
I guess that pretty much recaps the holidays. One of my resolutions is to post more. Let's hope that I can keep that one.
Oh and another thing is that I finally got the story "Dirty Faced Angel" written down for Missy to share with Serif when she gets older. That's another thing I can check off a list.
I hope everyone has a wonderful New Year and that all their dream and wishes come true in the months to come.
Friday, November 11, 2005
The Weekend
Just a quick note about the weekend that is ahead. I am so excited about it. We are all going to Johnson City for a wine tasting and then on to an exotic animal farm. I love animals. I love zoos and the chance to be close to the animals and feed them and pet them.
One of my favorite weekends was when we all went to Lion Country Safari in Waco. We spent the whole day there. In fact we were in front of the feed wagon in the morning so all the animals were hungry and happy to see us. We had our cups of food and got to feed them. One of the deer was so hungry that he stuck his head in the window. Scared me good. But looking into those beautiful eyes was wonderful. We saw all the animals and the shows and petted and fed to our hearts content. Then after a restful sleep, we went to the Waco zoo before we went home. It was a lovely small zoo and we got to watch the otters swim around and play. Once again we got to feed and pet the animals. It was a perfect weekend for me and my family.
So tomorrow Serif gets to go to her first petting zoo. I can't wait to see her eyes when she see these animals. Maybe she'll even be able to feed them, but probably not because she thinks everything should go into her mouth. I really enjoy spending time with my family and this should be great.
Then Saturday night I have to bake a birthday cake for my baby. I can't believe she is going to be 29 on Saturday. It seems like just yesterday she was crawling up on my lap and now she's a grown woman and mother. She wants a yellow cake with chocolate frosting. I will make that and then Sunday will be the family get together to celebrate her birthday.
It's going to be a busy weekend but a good one. Of course any weekend I spend with my wonderful family is good. I'll fill you in on everything on Monday. I hope everyone has a wonderful and safe weekend.
One of my favorite weekends was when we all went to Lion Country Safari in Waco. We spent the whole day there. In fact we were in front of the feed wagon in the morning so all the animals were hungry and happy to see us. We had our cups of food and got to feed them. One of the deer was so hungry that he stuck his head in the window. Scared me good. But looking into those beautiful eyes was wonderful. We saw all the animals and the shows and petted and fed to our hearts content. Then after a restful sleep, we went to the Waco zoo before we went home. It was a lovely small zoo and we got to watch the otters swim around and play. Once again we got to feed and pet the animals. It was a perfect weekend for me and my family.
So tomorrow Serif gets to go to her first petting zoo. I can't wait to see her eyes when she see these animals. Maybe she'll even be able to feed them, but probably not because she thinks everything should go into her mouth. I really enjoy spending time with my family and this should be great.
Then Saturday night I have to bake a birthday cake for my baby. I can't believe she is going to be 29 on Saturday. It seems like just yesterday she was crawling up on my lap and now she's a grown woman and mother. She wants a yellow cake with chocolate frosting. I will make that and then Sunday will be the family get together to celebrate her birthday.
It's going to be a busy weekend but a good one. Of course any weekend I spend with my wonderful family is good. I'll fill you in on everything on Monday. I hope everyone has a wonderful and safe weekend.
Monday, November 07, 2005
The Baptism
Once again we had a very full weekend. Since Serif has come, I am so busy on the weekends and I love it. Weekends can be very lonely when you are alone. Now I have a beautiful grandbaby to talk to and visit. She is getting so big and has such a great personality.
My weekend started early. My boss came in and said I could go home at 4:45 on Friday. Just what I needed. I jumped in my car and sped to Serif's day care. This is the first time I've done this but they remembered me and were so sweet about my being there. Serif was sleeping so I loved on her back and talked to her. She woke up slowly. Then she opened her eyes and saw me. She was surprised but gave me the biggest grin. I picked her up and my day was completely. She was so loving. We talked and visited with her friends. I fed her some but she was more interested in the kids. When I got there everyone was crying except Serif. During my time there she didn't cry at all. Just talked and laughed with me. And of course stuck her fists in her mouth. She is so precious. Her father came and picked her up and we all went to Serif's house. I cannot tell you how happy that baby makes me. We all went shopping and out to eat and that beautiful baby just smiled and talked the whole time.
Saturday was busy too. Serif got to go to her first birthday party for another little girl. Violet turned 2. All those kids running around. Serif was so interested in all the kids. She did have to take a little nap while she was there. She went to sleep on her mommy but I got her and held her so her mommy could go and play some. It was so wonderful sitting there and holding this beautiful child in my arms. What more could I ask for? Well I'll tell you. After all the snuggling and kissing while she slept, she woke up and looked at me and smiled that beautiful smile of hers. It was wonderful. Plus Serif got to go down her first slide. She loved it. It was a great birthday party but we were pretty worn out and we still had a big day ahead fo us on Sunday.
Sunday was perfect. Serif looked so beautiful in her baptismal gown. On her gown she wore her great grandfather Dunn's bib pin and on her wrist she wore the beautiful bracelet given to her by Missy's godmother. The serivce was very nice and Parker, our favorite priest, baptised her. Serif was so good and didn't cry. She was a little confused when he poured water on her head but other than that she was perfect. Unfortunatley, I don't think her father's family was very comfortable with the service but I'm glad they could be there with us. Missy and Terry picked two of their closest friends to be Serif's godparents. They could not have picked a better couple for this task. They are perfect. I love them both and had already considered them members of our family. Now they offically are.
After the service we all went to the park for lunch. It was a perfect conclusion to everything. It was relaxing and fun. Everyone was able to visit without having to deal with the restaurant crowd.
Of course it isn't Sunday without the grocery store. This Sunday it was just Terry, Serif and me. Missy had to stay home and study for her CPA exam. Serif was asleep when we got to the store. It was about half way through that Terry and I were standing there discussing a purchase when I looked over and there were these big beautiful eyes just staring at me. I smiled and hello and I got the biggest sweetest smile in return. I tell you those smiles just make you melt. Serif then continued to coo and talk through the rest of the store. I never knew the store could be so much fun until she started coming with us. I don't know what I ever did to be blessed with such a wonderful family but whatever it was I'm glad I did it. I am such a lucky person and I am so thankful for this life I have been given. Even with the bad I have endured, it's a beautiful life. Thank you God.
My weekend started early. My boss came in and said I could go home at 4:45 on Friday. Just what I needed. I jumped in my car and sped to Serif's day care. This is the first time I've done this but they remembered me and were so sweet about my being there. Serif was sleeping so I loved on her back and talked to her. She woke up slowly. Then she opened her eyes and saw me. She was surprised but gave me the biggest grin. I picked her up and my day was completely. She was so loving. We talked and visited with her friends. I fed her some but she was more interested in the kids. When I got there everyone was crying except Serif. During my time there she didn't cry at all. Just talked and laughed with me. And of course stuck her fists in her mouth. She is so precious. Her father came and picked her up and we all went to Serif's house. I cannot tell you how happy that baby makes me. We all went shopping and out to eat and that beautiful baby just smiled and talked the whole time.
Saturday was busy too. Serif got to go to her first birthday party for another little girl. Violet turned 2. All those kids running around. Serif was so interested in all the kids. She did have to take a little nap while she was there. She went to sleep on her mommy but I got her and held her so her mommy could go and play some. It was so wonderful sitting there and holding this beautiful child in my arms. What more could I ask for? Well I'll tell you. After all the snuggling and kissing while she slept, she woke up and looked at me and smiled that beautiful smile of hers. It was wonderful. Plus Serif got to go down her first slide. She loved it. It was a great birthday party but we were pretty worn out and we still had a big day ahead fo us on Sunday.
Sunday was perfect. Serif looked so beautiful in her baptismal gown. On her gown she wore her great grandfather Dunn's bib pin and on her wrist she wore the beautiful bracelet given to her by Missy's godmother. The serivce was very nice and Parker, our favorite priest, baptised her. Serif was so good and didn't cry. She was a little confused when he poured water on her head but other than that she was perfect. Unfortunatley, I don't think her father's family was very comfortable with the service but I'm glad they could be there with us. Missy and Terry picked two of their closest friends to be Serif's godparents. They could not have picked a better couple for this task. They are perfect. I love them both and had already considered them members of our family. Now they offically are.
After the service we all went to the park for lunch. It was a perfect conclusion to everything. It was relaxing and fun. Everyone was able to visit without having to deal with the restaurant crowd.
Of course it isn't Sunday without the grocery store. This Sunday it was just Terry, Serif and me. Missy had to stay home and study for her CPA exam. Serif was asleep when we got to the store. It was about half way through that Terry and I were standing there discussing a purchase when I looked over and there were these big beautiful eyes just staring at me. I smiled and hello and I got the biggest sweetest smile in return. I tell you those smiles just make you melt. Serif then continued to coo and talk through the rest of the store. I never knew the store could be so much fun until she started coming with us. I don't know what I ever did to be blessed with such a wonderful family but whatever it was I'm glad I did it. I am such a lucky person and I am so thankful for this life I have been given. Even with the bad I have endured, it's a beautiful life. Thank you God.
Monday, October 17, 2005
The Weekend
I have to tell you that I had a wonderful weekend. It was good on so many levels. First of all I got off my a$$ and actually cleaned my house. This entailed unclogging my vacuum cleaner which is a pain but I couldn't take the place any more. So I made all the little spiders go away and got rid of all the dog hair that was laying around. Of course, by the time I finished, Bosco was working on replacing all the hair for me. There should be much less now that I am down to only one dog. It seems to strange to have only one. But Bosco is coping. I know he is lonely but he will have to get used to that. He's only got me now. Anyway, I have discovered that when I let my house gets messy it affects my mood. So by cleaning I got the weekend started off right.
After a shower I headed over to Missy's for my babysitting. Now I love to spend time with Serif. Even if she's in a bad mood. Unfortunately, she feel asleep and sleep the whole evening but I could look at her adoringly and touch her. With her sleeping I found myself dozing. So I took out my contacts and snuggled into Missy's sofa. I had a nice visit with Missy when she got home from her high school reunion and enjoyed hearing about all her old friends. It's so hard to believe it's been 10 years. In many way it seems like just yesterday, and in other ways, it seems like a different lifetime. The baby woke up and it was so sweet. She was surpised to see that I was still there but gave me the sweetest smile. I love that little girl so much.
It was strange because this is the first time that I have spent the night at Missy's house. We haven't woken up in the same house since the day she married. Serif woke up around 7, but her parents have their own routine and I tried not to get in the way. I went back to see if I could help but they had everything under control. It was so wonderful to see Missy sitting there feeding her baby and Terry sitting on floor in front of them loving on the baby. It was such a beautiful family site that I didn't want to intrude and left them to their daughter. I am so happy that Missy has found such happiness in her life. I know how much she loves Terry and how much he loves her. They have built a beautiful life together. It is something every mother wishes for her child. I am very grateful.
So I guess old age and love of sleep won out and I went back to sleep and left Missy and Terry to take care of the baby. Missy slept but Terry took over daddy duties. It was so sweet when I walked in to see him at the computer and Serif happily playing and watching her daddy. She is such a daddy's girl. She can't get enough of him. It is so wonderful to see. I'm so glad that they can have that wonderful relationship. I know how important my father was to me and how much Patrick meant to Missy. I think that's something every little girl should experience.
So all in all I got to spend 24 hours with my wonderful daughter, her husband and my fantastic granddaughter. It was strange and wonderful. I hope I didn't outstay my welcome but I have to admit it felt so natural. I really enjoy their company. Even if I'm watching TV or knitting while everyone sleeps. Thank you Missy and Terry for always making me feel so welcome. And thank you Serif for being such a wonderful addition to our family.
After a shower I headed over to Missy's for my babysitting. Now I love to spend time with Serif. Even if she's in a bad mood. Unfortunately, she feel asleep and sleep the whole evening but I could look at her adoringly and touch her. With her sleeping I found myself dozing. So I took out my contacts and snuggled into Missy's sofa. I had a nice visit with Missy when she got home from her high school reunion and enjoyed hearing about all her old friends. It's so hard to believe it's been 10 years. In many way it seems like just yesterday, and in other ways, it seems like a different lifetime. The baby woke up and it was so sweet. She was surpised to see that I was still there but gave me the sweetest smile. I love that little girl so much.
It was strange because this is the first time that I have spent the night at Missy's house. We haven't woken up in the same house since the day she married. Serif woke up around 7, but her parents have their own routine and I tried not to get in the way. I went back to see if I could help but they had everything under control. It was so wonderful to see Missy sitting there feeding her baby and Terry sitting on floor in front of them loving on the baby. It was such a beautiful family site that I didn't want to intrude and left them to their daughter. I am so happy that Missy has found such happiness in her life. I know how much she loves Terry and how much he loves her. They have built a beautiful life together. It is something every mother wishes for her child. I am very grateful.
So I guess old age and love of sleep won out and I went back to sleep and left Missy and Terry to take care of the baby. Missy slept but Terry took over daddy duties. It was so sweet when I walked in to see him at the computer and Serif happily playing and watching her daddy. She is such a daddy's girl. She can't get enough of him. It is so wonderful to see. I'm so glad that they can have that wonderful relationship. I know how important my father was to me and how much Patrick meant to Missy. I think that's something every little girl should experience.
So all in all I got to spend 24 hours with my wonderful daughter, her husband and my fantastic granddaughter. It was strange and wonderful. I hope I didn't outstay my welcome but I have to admit it felt so natural. I really enjoy their company. Even if I'm watching TV or knitting while everyone sleeps. Thank you Missy and Terry for always making me feel so welcome. And thank you Serif for being such a wonderful addition to our family.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Fantastic Weekend
I can't believe I was so busy at work yesterday that today is the first chance I get to blog. Oh well I guess I have to earn my paycheck sooner or later.
I had the most fantastic weekend I have had in ages. Actually it started out on Thursday with dinner with my whole family. Tom and Patti, Missy and Terry and, of course, our beautiful Serif. We had a great visit and a good meal at Tres Amigos.
Then Friday was Emily's birthday. I got off early and went with Missy to pick up Serif from daycare. Then on we went to Dave and Busters. We had a nice dinner. Actually, for a change Missy and I were smart and shared a sandwich so we could each have dessert without being too stuffed. It was perfect. I got to play some games and then hold a sleeping baby. I loved holding her while she was deep in sleep. I could feel her breath on my neck. I could hug her all I wanted because she didn't care. She is such a good baby. We gave all our tickets to Emily so she could buy lots of things for herself. She seemed to have a good birthday. I hope so because I had a great time.
Then Saturday was my special day. Missy and Terry asked me to come over early and watch the bug while they got dressed for their big night out. It was my pleasure. I couldn't get there fast enough. Serif and I had a wonderful evening. We stuck tongues out at each other. We talked a lot. We sucked on each others fingers and we both sucked on her toes. She was in such a good mood and smiled the whole time. In fact the only fussing I got was when she was sleepy. She cuddled right into my shoulder and went sound asleep. That would have been great but it was only 8:15. I guess I wore her out. So I spent the rest of the evening finishing up the baby blanket that I knitted her. It didn't turn out too bad. I don't think the mistakes are that noticeable. I even got cheesecake for baby sitting. Guess they don't know that I'd do it for nothing.
Then Sunday morning Missy, Terry, Serif and I all went to church. It was great. I do admit that I missed some of the service because a sweet baby Serif was talking so much. She liked church too. She got her first blessing. She had fallen asleep on her daddy's shoulder but when the priest said her name she opened her eyes and watched him while he blessed her. She was so good.
Then we all went back to Missy's and Serif, Missy and I took a nap. Tom and Patti came over but I'm afraid we weren't much fun. We hadn't quite woken up and Serif was a little fussy. We had hoped that they would come to Rebecca's in the evening but they didn't make it. I had a good time at Rebecca's. It was great to see everyone. I hadn't seen them in ages. Everyone of Missy's friends are so nice about including me when they do things. I really do appreciate it. The food was good and we caught up on everyone's lives. The only bad thing was that James and Erin weren't there. I do miss them. They are very special people to me and I feel like they are part of our family.
So as you can see it was a busy and wonderful weekend. I didn't get any housework done but I did get to spend time with my family. That's always something I look forward to.
I had the most fantastic weekend I have had in ages. Actually it started out on Thursday with dinner with my whole family. Tom and Patti, Missy and Terry and, of course, our beautiful Serif. We had a great visit and a good meal at Tres Amigos.
Then Friday was Emily's birthday. I got off early and went with Missy to pick up Serif from daycare. Then on we went to Dave and Busters. We had a nice dinner. Actually, for a change Missy and I were smart and shared a sandwich so we could each have dessert without being too stuffed. It was perfect. I got to play some games and then hold a sleeping baby. I loved holding her while she was deep in sleep. I could feel her breath on my neck. I could hug her all I wanted because she didn't care. She is such a good baby. We gave all our tickets to Emily so she could buy lots of things for herself. She seemed to have a good birthday. I hope so because I had a great time.
Then Saturday was my special day. Missy and Terry asked me to come over early and watch the bug while they got dressed for their big night out. It was my pleasure. I couldn't get there fast enough. Serif and I had a wonderful evening. We stuck tongues out at each other. We talked a lot. We sucked on each others fingers and we both sucked on her toes. She was in such a good mood and smiled the whole time. In fact the only fussing I got was when she was sleepy. She cuddled right into my shoulder and went sound asleep. That would have been great but it was only 8:15. I guess I wore her out. So I spent the rest of the evening finishing up the baby blanket that I knitted her. It didn't turn out too bad. I don't think the mistakes are that noticeable. I even got cheesecake for baby sitting. Guess they don't know that I'd do it for nothing.
Then Sunday morning Missy, Terry, Serif and I all went to church. It was great. I do admit that I missed some of the service because a sweet baby Serif was talking so much. She liked church too. She got her first blessing. She had fallen asleep on her daddy's shoulder but when the priest said her name she opened her eyes and watched him while he blessed her. She was so good.
Then we all went back to Missy's and Serif, Missy and I took a nap. Tom and Patti came over but I'm afraid we weren't much fun. We hadn't quite woken up and Serif was a little fussy. We had hoped that they would come to Rebecca's in the evening but they didn't make it. I had a good time at Rebecca's. It was great to see everyone. I hadn't seen them in ages. Everyone of Missy's friends are so nice about including me when they do things. I really do appreciate it. The food was good and we caught up on everyone's lives. The only bad thing was that James and Erin weren't there. I do miss them. They are very special people to me and I feel like they are part of our family.
So as you can see it was a busy and wonderful weekend. I didn't get any housework done but I did get to spend time with my family. That's always something I look forward to.
Friday, September 30, 2005
Fall
I love fall. I love all the seasons (except summer) but I love fall the best. I love the crispness in the air. One thing I miss the most living in Texas, is the beautiful colors of the trees. In Texas it seems that, except for a few days, we go straight from air conditioning to heating. I loved having the house opened up and the fresh air blowing through it. I can't do that these days because all my screens are bad but when your mother was little I would open up the house and air it out. I also love to bake in the fall. I love to make cookies, cakes and pies. The house open and the smell of fresh cookies baking in the oven is just a wonderful thing. I also like hot chocolate or hot spiced wine. Sitting beside a nice fire in the evening. Guess I'm getting ahead of myself. That's more for winter.
Yesterday I caught everyone outside when I went over to visit. It was so nice to stand out there and visit and not feel like you are melting. Of course scaring everyone when I came around the corner was fun too. And I hadn't even planned on that. Maybe that wasn't such a good idea since Terry was holding an axe but I kept my scalp so everything turned out fine.
I had so much fun last night. We had a very nice dinner with Tom and Patti. Missy and I got tickled on the way home and I laughed so hard my face and stomach hurt. That doesn't happen that often but I love it when it does. Makes me feel so good to have a really good laugh. Laughing is good. Sometimes life gets in the way and we forget to laugh. I had forgotten to really laugh for a few years but lately I've had a few really great belly laughs. Laughing until you cry. Those are so good. Hopefully there will more of them. I don't ever want to forget to laugh.
Yesterday I caught everyone outside when I went over to visit. It was so nice to stand out there and visit and not feel like you are melting. Of course scaring everyone when I came around the corner was fun too. And I hadn't even planned on that. Maybe that wasn't such a good idea since Terry was holding an axe but I kept my scalp so everything turned out fine.
I had so much fun last night. We had a very nice dinner with Tom and Patti. Missy and I got tickled on the way home and I laughed so hard my face and stomach hurt. That doesn't happen that often but I love it when it does. Makes me feel so good to have a really good laugh. Laughing is good. Sometimes life gets in the way and we forget to laugh. I had forgotten to really laugh for a few years but lately I've had a few really great belly laughs. Laughing until you cry. Those are so good. Hopefully there will more of them. I don't ever want to forget to laugh.
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Friends
Friends are a wonderful thing to have. But when you think about it, there are many types of friends.
You have your fun friends. The lets go shopping, to a movie or out to eat. These friends are great but, usually they will come and go throughout your life. These are the superficial friends who never know the real you. These seem to be the majority of friends.
Then there is what I call the middle friends. They are great friends that you share things with. These will stay with you and you enjoy their company. But they never really get below the surface of the real you. They know you but not the deep down you. These are special friends that you care for and hold dear to you. Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference between middle friends and best friends. Usually it take a crisis and when you need them, they aren't there.
But a true, dear, best friend is a very special person. If you have one or two of them in your life then you are truly blessed. A best friend is someone you can bare your soul to and who will never judge. They will sit and hold you when you cry and cry with you. They understand your hurt and hurt with you. When you need them, they never question they are just there. They think of you before themselves. There is a special bond and love between you. You never know when you will meet this person. Sometimes the bond happens right away and sometimes it grows over time. Shared experiences, both good and bad help bond you. A best friend does not have to be a special gender. It can be male or female.
I have had many friends throughout my life. But I have had few truly best friends. Moving around as much as I did as a child taught me early to guard myself against getting too close to someone. That can be good and bad. It takes me a long time to truly open up to someone. I have had hundred of friends in life but I can count my true friends on one hand. That is not necessarily bad. Your Grandfather was the closest friend I have ever had in my life. He was my friend before he was my husband and he knew me better than I know myself. I also found that special friendship in your mother's Godmother. Nancy and I hit it off the first time we met. What is special is that we could go for months without talking and pick up where we left off. I never doubted that when I needed her, Nancy would be there for me.
Your mother and I are fortunate to have a bond that most mother's and daughter's don't have. We have found that we can honestly be friends. I really like the woman that your mother has grown into. I respect her and admire her. I will always be her mother but I like to think that I am a close friend to her too. I know she is my dear friend. I feel doubly lucky to have her as both a daughter and a friend.
Learning to distinguish middle friends from best friends can be hard and many times is a hard lesson to learn. You will get hurt in the process. I have watched your mother struggle with this when she was younger. Luckily, as she has grown, she has found that one true friend. Not only in your father but in your Godmother. They have found that special bond that is so special. I truly believe that this will be a friendship that will last forever.
I wish for you, my sweet Serif, many many friends. But I truly wish for you those one or two very special friends that will see you through all the life's bumps.
You have your fun friends. The lets go shopping, to a movie or out to eat. These friends are great but, usually they will come and go throughout your life. These are the superficial friends who never know the real you. These seem to be the majority of friends.
Then there is what I call the middle friends. They are great friends that you share things with. These will stay with you and you enjoy their company. But they never really get below the surface of the real you. They know you but not the deep down you. These are special friends that you care for and hold dear to you. Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference between middle friends and best friends. Usually it take a crisis and when you need them, they aren't there.
But a true, dear, best friend is a very special person. If you have one or two of them in your life then you are truly blessed. A best friend is someone you can bare your soul to and who will never judge. They will sit and hold you when you cry and cry with you. They understand your hurt and hurt with you. When you need them, they never question they are just there. They think of you before themselves. There is a special bond and love between you. You never know when you will meet this person. Sometimes the bond happens right away and sometimes it grows over time. Shared experiences, both good and bad help bond you. A best friend does not have to be a special gender. It can be male or female.
I have had many friends throughout my life. But I have had few truly best friends. Moving around as much as I did as a child taught me early to guard myself against getting too close to someone. That can be good and bad. It takes me a long time to truly open up to someone. I have had hundred of friends in life but I can count my true friends on one hand. That is not necessarily bad. Your Grandfather was the closest friend I have ever had in my life. He was my friend before he was my husband and he knew me better than I know myself. I also found that special friendship in your mother's Godmother. Nancy and I hit it off the first time we met. What is special is that we could go for months without talking and pick up where we left off. I never doubted that when I needed her, Nancy would be there for me.
Your mother and I are fortunate to have a bond that most mother's and daughter's don't have. We have found that we can honestly be friends. I really like the woman that your mother has grown into. I respect her and admire her. I will always be her mother but I like to think that I am a close friend to her too. I know she is my dear friend. I feel doubly lucky to have her as both a daughter and a friend.
Learning to distinguish middle friends from best friends can be hard and many times is a hard lesson to learn. You will get hurt in the process. I have watched your mother struggle with this when she was younger. Luckily, as she has grown, she has found that one true friend. Not only in your father but in your Godmother. They have found that special bond that is so special. I truly believe that this will be a friendship that will last forever.
I wish for you, my sweet Serif, many many friends. But I truly wish for you those one or two very special friends that will see you through all the life's bumps.
Friday, September 23, 2005
Patrick Herbert Patterson
What can I tell you about your Grandfather. I could tell you the normal stuff. He was born in Dallas, Texas on November 17, 1945. He was raised by his mother and grandmother. He went to Catholic school until he entered Austin High School. He was very talented and played the piano and violin. He sang in the Austin High School Choir.
But that's not really him. He was a loving and caring individual. A bit of a lady's man. Women were attracted to him because of his gentleness. The fact that he was good looking helped too. It was always a joke that an old girl friend called him the night before we got married and another called him on our wedding night. He was gentle but there was a strength around him. You knew you could depend on him.
He taught himself the guitar and at one time in late 60's, I heard, he was considered the second best guitar player in Austin. He was also a very talented artist.
He was very poor as a boy. His mother worked for the phone company at night. That way she could walk him to school in the morning and then sleep while he was in school. His grandmother would be there when he came home from school. His grandmother did the cooking and his mother did the cleaning. Granny cooked old fashioned country food. Patrick always said he was eating soul food before there was soul food. He did have a problem with oatmeal. He had it almost every morning growing up so he would never eat it as an adult. During that time he had a close friend named Orville Anderson. Orville grew up to be your mother's Godfather. His wife, Nancy, her Godmother and one of my closest friends.
He was funny and loved to drive your mother and me crazy with his jokes. He had your mother convinced that the cabinet in the garage would make her disappear if she got in it. We loved to laugh and we did lots of it in our marriage. I remember one time your mother was sick so I asked him to bring me a two Bayer (baby aspirin) from the back of the house. When I looked up, here comes Patrick skipping down the hallway with two teddy bears under his arms saying, "But you asked for two bears."
He was extremely intelligent and love to read. He would read anything. He was interested in everything. From history to science fiction. He read anything and everything he could. He may not have finished college but he continued to learn until he died. He taught himself surveying and became a Registered Professional Surveyor. Yet he had a lighter side too. He loved the orient and the martial arts. When we were dating, we loved going to the drive-in and watching Bruce Lee on the screen. Of course, he also loved the bad kung fu movies too. In marriage you have to take the good with the bad.
Your Grandfather loved his family more than anything else in the world. We were everything to him. He was a little afraid about having a little girl, but she became his darling. He was crazy about your mother. We had always teased Patrick about being born with his mustache because he always had it. After we started the surveying company, he decided to grow a beard. Your mother would love it when he held her down and rubbed her check with his chin while his beard was growing in. Your father worked for our surveying company while he was in college and become a member of our family long before your parents got married. You Grandfather really like your father and was happy to have him in the family.
As you know, Patrick was the love of my life. I so want you to know the real man but it's very hard to do because he was very complex. He was deeply religious and believed in God with all of his heart. He was gentle and loving. He loved to rub my feet. He had a strength that when things were bad, and he held me, I knew that everything would be fine. We loved to stay up late talking and watching terrible movies. The type you shake your head over when they are done and wonder why you stayed up. But we knew it was because we just wanted to be together. He wanted to give me so much that I had to be careful what I asked for because he would find a way to give it to me. We loved working together but I knew when it was time to send him to the field and get him out of the office. We could sit and talk for hours about nothing and enjoy every minute of it. We loved to hold hands and kiss. (Sometimes we embarrassed your Uncle Tom and your mother but we didn't care). We told each other I love you often and meant it each time. Even after almost 24 years of marriage, I still got that special flutter in my stomach when he walked in the door.
We were looking forward to having it be just the two of us. All the things we wanted to do together. Patrick was so excited about having grandchildren some day. He was excited about having someone new to tell his stories to. He was even thinking of new ones to spring on you. Unfortunately, that was not meant to be. But I know that he is here watching you grow up and is very proud of you.
But that's not really him. He was a loving and caring individual. A bit of a lady's man. Women were attracted to him because of his gentleness. The fact that he was good looking helped too. It was always a joke that an old girl friend called him the night before we got married and another called him on our wedding night. He was gentle but there was a strength around him. You knew you could depend on him.
He taught himself the guitar and at one time in late 60's, I heard, he was considered the second best guitar player in Austin. He was also a very talented artist.
He was very poor as a boy. His mother worked for the phone company at night. That way she could walk him to school in the morning and then sleep while he was in school. His grandmother would be there when he came home from school. His grandmother did the cooking and his mother did the cleaning. Granny cooked old fashioned country food. Patrick always said he was eating soul food before there was soul food. He did have a problem with oatmeal. He had it almost every morning growing up so he would never eat it as an adult. During that time he had a close friend named Orville Anderson. Orville grew up to be your mother's Godfather. His wife, Nancy, her Godmother and one of my closest friends.
He was funny and loved to drive your mother and me crazy with his jokes. He had your mother convinced that the cabinet in the garage would make her disappear if she got in it. We loved to laugh and we did lots of it in our marriage. I remember one time your mother was sick so I asked him to bring me a two Bayer (baby aspirin) from the back of the house. When I looked up, here comes Patrick skipping down the hallway with two teddy bears under his arms saying, "But you asked for two bears."
He was extremely intelligent and love to read. He would read anything. He was interested in everything. From history to science fiction. He read anything and everything he could. He may not have finished college but he continued to learn until he died. He taught himself surveying and became a Registered Professional Surveyor. Yet he had a lighter side too. He loved the orient and the martial arts. When we were dating, we loved going to the drive-in and watching Bruce Lee on the screen. Of course, he also loved the bad kung fu movies too. In marriage you have to take the good with the bad.
Your Grandfather loved his family more than anything else in the world. We were everything to him. He was a little afraid about having a little girl, but she became his darling. He was crazy about your mother. We had always teased Patrick about being born with his mustache because he always had it. After we started the surveying company, he decided to grow a beard. Your mother would love it when he held her down and rubbed her check with his chin while his beard was growing in. Your father worked for our surveying company while he was in college and become a member of our family long before your parents got married. You Grandfather really like your father and was happy to have him in the family.
As you know, Patrick was the love of my life. I so want you to know the real man but it's very hard to do because he was very complex. He was deeply religious and believed in God with all of his heart. He was gentle and loving. He loved to rub my feet. He had a strength that when things were bad, and he held me, I knew that everything would be fine. We loved to stay up late talking and watching terrible movies. The type you shake your head over when they are done and wonder why you stayed up. But we knew it was because we just wanted to be together. He wanted to give me so much that I had to be careful what I asked for because he would find a way to give it to me. We loved working together but I knew when it was time to send him to the field and get him out of the office. We could sit and talk for hours about nothing and enjoy every minute of it. We loved to hold hands and kiss. (Sometimes we embarrassed your Uncle Tom and your mother but we didn't care). We told each other I love you often and meant it each time. Even after almost 24 years of marriage, I still got that special flutter in my stomach when he walked in the door.
We were looking forward to having it be just the two of us. All the things we wanted to do together. Patrick was so excited about having grandchildren some day. He was excited about having someone new to tell his stories to. He was even thinking of new ones to spring on you. Unfortunately, that was not meant to be. But I know that he is here watching you grow up and is very proud of you.
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Halloween
Halloween has changed a lot since your Grandfather and I were children. I remember your Grandfather telling me about what it was like for him as a little boy. He grew up in downtown Austin around the UT area. All the little old ladies would cook for a week to get ready for Halloween. When going trick or treating he would get all kinds of homemade goodies. There would be cookies, fudge, brownies, candied applies, and popcorn balls. You also got your share of candy and gum. Patrick would tell about, when he got a little older, they would go by the fraternity houses and the guys would give them beer.
My experiences were a little different. You were very sheltered on an Army Post. It was like a small town and you knew just about everyone. The MP's were always out making sure we were safe. There was the time that my father, your Great Grandfather, took me out trick or treating. He would go to the first house on the block with me and he would say "trick or drink". He'd go in and have a drink with the family while I made the rest of the block with my friends. Then I would pick him up and we'd head out for the next block and we would go through the routine again. We both had fun that Halloween. My mother, your Great Grandmother, would make my costumes for me. The advantage of being in the military is that we would move almost every year and I was able to reuse my costumes. One year she made me a complete little Dutch girl outfit. She even made a wig for me out of yellow yarn. She was a very talented seamstress.
I was not that talented so your Mom and Uncle Tom had the store bought costumes. Your mother was a little princess a couple of times and Tom made a darling little devil and Popeye. Your Grandfather loved to dress up in a mask and long coat and go trick or treating with Missy and Tom, while I stayed home handing out candy. He would hide behind bushes and jump out and scare the little kids when they went by.
The first place Tom and Missy would go trick or treating was in their Grandma and Grandpa's neighborhood. They lived in the richer neighborhood and they had the best candy. Grandpa would take Missy (by the time Missy went trick or treating Tom was older and wanted to be with his friends) around to all his neighbors while Patrick stayed and visited with Grandma. I remember Missy's first Halloween and how proud Grandpa was to take Missy in her stroller to the neighbors to show her off. When Grandpa and Missy finished their rounds, she and Patrick would head back to our neighborhood and finish the evening going to our neighbors.
The only tradition that we had for Halloween was chili for dinner. My mother always made chili on Halloween night and I did too. That way, your Mom and Uncle Tom could eat before they went trick or treating and Patrick and I could eat whenever we wanted. That was the only way I could guarantee that they had a good meal in them before they started eating candy. Unfortunately, by the time they started trick or treating, we had to go through the candy before they could have any. They were very good about bringing their candy home and letting Patrick and me go through it before they had any. Back in those days there were lots of trick or treaters, so Tom and Missy would go through and pick out the candy they liked and then we would give out the candy they didn't like. Our own kind of recycling.
My experiences were a little different. You were very sheltered on an Army Post. It was like a small town and you knew just about everyone. The MP's were always out making sure we were safe. There was the time that my father, your Great Grandfather, took me out trick or treating. He would go to the first house on the block with me and he would say "trick or drink". He'd go in and have a drink with the family while I made the rest of the block with my friends. Then I would pick him up and we'd head out for the next block and we would go through the routine again. We both had fun that Halloween. My mother, your Great Grandmother, would make my costumes for me. The advantage of being in the military is that we would move almost every year and I was able to reuse my costumes. One year she made me a complete little Dutch girl outfit. She even made a wig for me out of yellow yarn. She was a very talented seamstress.
I was not that talented so your Mom and Uncle Tom had the store bought costumes. Your mother was a little princess a couple of times and Tom made a darling little devil and Popeye. Your Grandfather loved to dress up in a mask and long coat and go trick or treating with Missy and Tom, while I stayed home handing out candy. He would hide behind bushes and jump out and scare the little kids when they went by.
The first place Tom and Missy would go trick or treating was in their Grandma and Grandpa's neighborhood. They lived in the richer neighborhood and they had the best candy. Grandpa would take Missy (by the time Missy went trick or treating Tom was older and wanted to be with his friends) around to all his neighbors while Patrick stayed and visited with Grandma. I remember Missy's first Halloween and how proud Grandpa was to take Missy in her stroller to the neighbors to show her off. When Grandpa and Missy finished their rounds, she and Patrick would head back to our neighborhood and finish the evening going to our neighbors.
The only tradition that we had for Halloween was chili for dinner. My mother always made chili on Halloween night and I did too. That way, your Mom and Uncle Tom could eat before they went trick or treating and Patrick and I could eat whenever we wanted. That was the only way I could guarantee that they had a good meal in them before they started eating candy. Unfortunately, by the time they started trick or treating, we had to go through the candy before they could have any. They were very good about bringing their candy home and letting Patrick and me go through it before they had any. Back in those days there were lots of trick or treaters, so Tom and Missy would go through and pick out the candy they liked and then we would give out the candy they didn't like. Our own kind of recycling.
Monday, September 12, 2005
Ramblings
Today I have been sitting and thinking. This a bad month for me and I have a tendency to get a bit depressed and very thoughtful and about life and all those things. I have been watching Missy, your mother, for the last three months as a mother. Not just my daughter now but your mother. How strange to see my baby with her baby. Missy is 28 years old. That is the same age that I was when I gave birth to her, but she seems so young to me, and I felt so old when I had her. It's hard sometimes to see your children as adults.
I remember how I prayed for Missy. When she came, she was everything I had asked for. Today, as a young woman and mother, she is more than I had ever dreamed. She is smart and beautiful. Her life is good. She has a wonderful husband, her own home, some wonderful friends that I love dearly and a beautiful baby girl. Things are good for Missy and I'm very grateful for that.
Still I watch her as she cares for you, her beautiful daughter. She is such a wonderful mother. Where did she learn that? Does it come naturally. Did I have anything to do with that? I hope I taught her some things. She has such great patience and love when she cares for you. I see in her eyes the same things that were in my eyes when I would look at her. The love and hopes and dreams go from one generation to the next. That's the way that life continues. With all our hopes and dreams being passed on to the next generation. Even if I'm not here to see it, I know that the love that I had for Missy is passed on to Serif...and you, Serif, will pass it on to your children. The love just keeps going on and on. It never stops.
I have so enjoyed the last three months. Your mother has so generously allowed me to share your growing up. She has unselfishly allowed me to spend as much time as I wanted with you. Probably more than she expected. I find myself unable to pull myself away from you. You are so beautiful and sweet. I love holding and kissing you. Even when you are crying it feels so good to hold you. My heart melts at each sweet smile you give. I had no idea that I could love another as much as I love your mother, but you proved that I have more love than I thought in my heart. Thank you for that. You have reminded me that even though I lost half my heart that day in September of 1997, I can still love. You remind me that there is a future and that I want to be here to share it with you. I want to see you walk and then I want to see you grow into the beautiful young woman you will become. I want to see your brothers and sisters grow into the special wonderful people they will become. Your birth did more than you will ever know. It reminded me that there really is a future and I want to live to see. Thank you for that.
I remember how I prayed for Missy. When she came, she was everything I had asked for. Today, as a young woman and mother, she is more than I had ever dreamed. She is smart and beautiful. Her life is good. She has a wonderful husband, her own home, some wonderful friends that I love dearly and a beautiful baby girl. Things are good for Missy and I'm very grateful for that.
Still I watch her as she cares for you, her beautiful daughter. She is such a wonderful mother. Where did she learn that? Does it come naturally. Did I have anything to do with that? I hope I taught her some things. She has such great patience and love when she cares for you. I see in her eyes the same things that were in my eyes when I would look at her. The love and hopes and dreams go from one generation to the next. That's the way that life continues. With all our hopes and dreams being passed on to the next generation. Even if I'm not here to see it, I know that the love that I had for Missy is passed on to Serif...and you, Serif, will pass it on to your children. The love just keeps going on and on. It never stops.
I have so enjoyed the last three months. Your mother has so generously allowed me to share your growing up. She has unselfishly allowed me to spend as much time as I wanted with you. Probably more than she expected. I find myself unable to pull myself away from you. You are so beautiful and sweet. I love holding and kissing you. Even when you are crying it feels so good to hold you. My heart melts at each sweet smile you give. I had no idea that I could love another as much as I love your mother, but you proved that I have more love than I thought in my heart. Thank you for that. You have reminded me that even though I lost half my heart that day in September of 1997, I can still love. You remind me that there is a future and that I want to be here to share it with you. I want to see you walk and then I want to see you grow into the beautiful young woman you will become. I want to see your brothers and sisters grow into the special wonderful people they will become. Your birth did more than you will ever know. It reminded me that there really is a future and I want to live to see. Thank you for that.
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