Okay so we are home and everyone is back on schedule. The pictures are developed from the trip and life goes on as normal. There is one problem. As I sit and scan the hundreds of pictues taken, one thought keeps going on over and over in my mind.
Who the hell is the fat old lady holding my granddaughter?!!!
I guess it's true that we never see the real us when we look in the mirror because I swear I have never seen that old lady before. But that same face and body keeps showing up. What is going on here?
In case you haven't guessed, part of the problem is that I have had another birthday. Normally birthdays don't bother me but, as I am getting closer and closer to 60, they are starting to bug me more and more.
So what is the solution here. Well I could start lying about my age, but I really don't think that would help.
I could go on a diet and lose a bunch of weight. The problem with that is that my fat and my body have become so close over the years that I notice they have a strong attachment to each other. They hold on to each other closely. If I could convince them to part ways, I would like to lose about 100 pounds. That would make me a chubby grandmother. Not bad. I could live with chubby grandmother. Then the kids wouldn't have to get an extra large coffin for me either. Then when I looked at my pictures I'd be older, skinnier and saggier. Not sure about that either.
So here's my solution. While I contemplate another diet and how to make my life more miserable. I know it's not a diet it's a lifestyle change.
Anyway, back to the subject...From now on my children can hold the image of me in their hearts because there will be NO MORE PICTURES OF ME!
There that takes care of the problem for now. I can live with that.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Friday, July 07, 2006
Home Again
We are home from our wonderful vacation. Everything was great. I loved being with my family enjoying all the California sights.
I am a cancer so going to the coast in San Diego was wonderful. I loved standing there and looking out into that beautiful ocean while the tide rushed over my feet.
The zoo was fun and Serif loved the polar bears. They put on a good show for her. We wore ourselves out though.
Then it was off to Disney Land. We spent the afternoon we arrived in Downtown Disney. The next day was half of Disney Land. Then there was the California Adventure and our last day was the rest of Disney Land.
We went on lots of rides. I had a ball. Kathy, Terry's mother, took me on my very first every roller coaster. I even have a picture to prove it. It was great and I am sure that one day I will do another. I loved the Haunted Mansion. That was where Serif waved to the ghosts. So many rides and so many memories. It was awesome.
This was not one of those laid back relaxing vacations. We were on the go from the first day. We would start out in the morning and not stop until it was time for bed. My poor feet had no idea what I was doing to them.
When we got back Tom had made hot dogs and hamburgers and brought them over to celebrate the 4th. We had a wonderful family celebration that ended with fire works in the front yard. It was after midnight when I finally crawled home. I was totally exhausted.
The next day was spent in bed and resting on the sofa trying to get my poor swollen feet to get back to a fairly normal size. Boy it sure was hard to get up and go to work on Thursday. Luckily it was only a 2 day week. I'm going to enjoy this weekend.
I cannot tell you how great Serif was on this trip. That baby was so good. Here she was away from home being dragged everywhere and off her usual schedule but you wouldn't have known it. She was so good and seemed to really enjoy herself. I hope she remembers some of it. Luckily her mother took hundreds of pictures to remind her.
Tom did a great job taking care of the house for me. Bosco was in good shape but I think he missed me because he wouldn't leave my side on Wednesday. He was right there even when I went to the bathroom. Poor puppy was so unhappy when I had to go back to work. He's going to be happy when we get back into our old routines this weekend.
We are so fortunate that we have a family that can spend 6 days together without any problems. Everyone got along wonderfully. It was a vacation full of love, laughter and memories. It's a vacation I will cherish always. Thank you Missy and Terry.
I am a cancer so going to the coast in San Diego was wonderful. I loved standing there and looking out into that beautiful ocean while the tide rushed over my feet.
The zoo was fun and Serif loved the polar bears. They put on a good show for her. We wore ourselves out though.
Then it was off to Disney Land. We spent the afternoon we arrived in Downtown Disney. The next day was half of Disney Land. Then there was the California Adventure and our last day was the rest of Disney Land.
We went on lots of rides. I had a ball. Kathy, Terry's mother, took me on my very first every roller coaster. I even have a picture to prove it. It was great and I am sure that one day I will do another. I loved the Haunted Mansion. That was where Serif waved to the ghosts. So many rides and so many memories. It was awesome.
This was not one of those laid back relaxing vacations. We were on the go from the first day. We would start out in the morning and not stop until it was time for bed. My poor feet had no idea what I was doing to them.
When we got back Tom had made hot dogs and hamburgers and brought them over to celebrate the 4th. We had a wonderful family celebration that ended with fire works in the front yard. It was after midnight when I finally crawled home. I was totally exhausted.
The next day was spent in bed and resting on the sofa trying to get my poor swollen feet to get back to a fairly normal size. Boy it sure was hard to get up and go to work on Thursday. Luckily it was only a 2 day week. I'm going to enjoy this weekend.
I cannot tell you how great Serif was on this trip. That baby was so good. Here she was away from home being dragged everywhere and off her usual schedule but you wouldn't have known it. She was so good and seemed to really enjoy herself. I hope she remembers some of it. Luckily her mother took hundreds of pictures to remind her.
Tom did a great job taking care of the house for me. Bosco was in good shape but I think he missed me because he wouldn't leave my side on Wednesday. He was right there even when I went to the bathroom. Poor puppy was so unhappy when I had to go back to work. He's going to be happy when we get back into our old routines this weekend.
We are so fortunate that we have a family that can spend 6 days together without any problems. Everyone got along wonderfully. It was a vacation full of love, laughter and memories. It's a vacation I will cherish always. Thank you Missy and Terry.
Monday, June 26, 2006
Busy Bee
I can't believe that this is Monday and we leave for California on Wednesday. Time is really getting short and there is so much to do.
It was a jam packed weekend. It started on Friday night with the family getting together. I was able to give Tom all the last minute isntructions for while I am gone. I am so fortunate to have a son who is willing to house sit and take care of my puppy. Between him and the neighbors everything should be taken care of. Bosco won't even know I'm gone.
I got up on Saturday and did my cleaning. Then I got to take care of my wonderful granddaughter for a few hours so her mommy and daddy could get some cleaning done at their house without a little one under foot. She and I had so much fun. She is so active now. You spend a lot of time running after her. I love the way she stops and looks back to make sure you are there. She was fascinted with my bedroom this time. She discovered the nightstand and loved getting all the books out and looking through them. We would sit and talk while she sorted through everything. My goodness that little girl can move. After much talking and laughing it was time for a nap. She just came up to me and put her arms up to be picked up. When I lifted her up she laid her head on my shoulder and went to sleep. Can anything be more precious? We both had a nice little nap and then mommy and daddy showed up to take her home. I had such a wonderful time with her and Bosco was so good with her. He really does love her. He's just happy when she goes home.
Then Sunday was running around and getting the last of the stuff. I still have some things to pick up but most of the stuff is finished. I even got a few things put in the suitcase. I still can't believe we're going.
Guess it's time to make my final list of things to do. With my memory, a list is a must.
It was a jam packed weekend. It started on Friday night with the family getting together. I was able to give Tom all the last minute isntructions for while I am gone. I am so fortunate to have a son who is willing to house sit and take care of my puppy. Between him and the neighbors everything should be taken care of. Bosco won't even know I'm gone.
I got up on Saturday and did my cleaning. Then I got to take care of my wonderful granddaughter for a few hours so her mommy and daddy could get some cleaning done at their house without a little one under foot. She and I had so much fun. She is so active now. You spend a lot of time running after her. I love the way she stops and looks back to make sure you are there. She was fascinted with my bedroom this time. She discovered the nightstand and loved getting all the books out and looking through them. We would sit and talk while she sorted through everything. My goodness that little girl can move. After much talking and laughing it was time for a nap. She just came up to me and put her arms up to be picked up. When I lifted her up she laid her head on my shoulder and went to sleep. Can anything be more precious? We both had a nice little nap and then mommy and daddy showed up to take her home. I had such a wonderful time with her and Bosco was so good with her. He really does love her. He's just happy when she goes home.
Then Sunday was running around and getting the last of the stuff. I still have some things to pick up but most of the stuff is finished. I even got a few things put in the suitcase. I still can't believe we're going.
Guess it's time to make my final list of things to do. With my memory, a list is a must.
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Shoes
Who would have thought that finding a comfortable pair of walking sandals could be so difficult. Missy and I have been trying to find shoes for our vacation. We needed something that would be comfortable and let us walk for all the hours need for the San Diego Zoo and Disney Land. That isn't that much to ask.
So on Saturday afternoon we set off on our journey. We started at our usual place...Target. We want good shoes but we don't want to necessarily pay a lot for them. After wandering around and making several purchases, we emerge shoeless. So it was onto the mall. We went to every department and shoe store in the mall. Looking and not finding. It was very discouraging. We actually found ourselves in a time warp. We both figured it was around 5:00 but when I looked at my watch it was 7:15. We could not believe it. We left the mall tired, discouraged and shoeless.
On a brighter note I must say that I have the most wonderful granddaughter in the whole world. She put up with all that time in the mall like a real trooper. She walked around a little but spent most of the time in her stroller just singing along as we shopped. She was such a good girl.
I have to admit that I was very discouraged. I was so afraid that I would not find what I was looking for to wear on the trip. I knew I could get some tennis shoes but I really wanted some sandals. It is going to be hot and I didn't want to fool with socks and such. I know I can be a bit picky.
On Monday Missy suggested we go to REI and see what they have. So we take our lunch hour on Tuesday and head out shoe shopping again. I couldn't believe that we walked in and I found exactly what I wanted. Even though I tried on other shoes, the first ones were the ones I got. I love them and have been wearing them to make sure they are comfortable for the trip. Unfortunately, Missy's aren't as comfortable and will have to take hers back. I have faith she will find what she wants when she exchanges them. Okay I spent a little more than I wanted but they are so worth the money and will definitely last forever. Plus my feet seem to really like them. So that is one more thing to take off the list.
So I guess the moral of this story is not to give up. What you are looking for is out there. You just have to keep looking. Hope that's true about bags. That's the next thing on my list.
So on Saturday afternoon we set off on our journey. We started at our usual place...Target. We want good shoes but we don't want to necessarily pay a lot for them. After wandering around and making several purchases, we emerge shoeless. So it was onto the mall. We went to every department and shoe store in the mall. Looking and not finding. It was very discouraging. We actually found ourselves in a time warp. We both figured it was around 5:00 but when I looked at my watch it was 7:15. We could not believe it. We left the mall tired, discouraged and shoeless.
On a brighter note I must say that I have the most wonderful granddaughter in the whole world. She put up with all that time in the mall like a real trooper. She walked around a little but spent most of the time in her stroller just singing along as we shopped. She was such a good girl.
I have to admit that I was very discouraged. I was so afraid that I would not find what I was looking for to wear on the trip. I knew I could get some tennis shoes but I really wanted some sandals. It is going to be hot and I didn't want to fool with socks and such. I know I can be a bit picky.
On Monday Missy suggested we go to REI and see what they have. So we take our lunch hour on Tuesday and head out shoe shopping again. I couldn't believe that we walked in and I found exactly what I wanted. Even though I tried on other shoes, the first ones were the ones I got. I love them and have been wearing them to make sure they are comfortable for the trip. Unfortunately, Missy's aren't as comfortable and will have to take hers back. I have faith she will find what she wants when she exchanges them. Okay I spent a little more than I wanted but they are so worth the money and will definitely last forever. Plus my feet seem to really like them. So that is one more thing to take off the list.
So I guess the moral of this story is not to give up. What you are looking for is out there. You just have to keep looking. Hope that's true about bags. That's the next thing on my list.
Friday, June 16, 2006
Father's Day
Sunday is Father's Day. Missy has a great day planned in celebration of Terry's second year as a father. He really is a great father. He deserves a special day.
It used to be that I hated Father's Day. After lossing both Patrick and my father within 6 months of each other, Father's Day was just a reminder of what I didn't have. I still miss them both terribly but life goes on. They are in a better place and I'm here with a precious little girl.
So, the present is bought and everything is ready to celebrate the newest father in our family. I hope his day is as special as he is.
Happy Father's Day Terry. And Happy Father's Day to all the father's out there both young and old.
It used to be that I hated Father's Day. After lossing both Patrick and my father within 6 months of each other, Father's Day was just a reminder of what I didn't have. I still miss them both terribly but life goes on. They are in a better place and I'm here with a precious little girl.
So, the present is bought and everything is ready to celebrate the newest father in our family. I hope his day is as special as he is.
Happy Father's Day Terry. And Happy Father's Day to all the father's out there both young and old.
Monday, June 12, 2006
Party Time
What a full weekend I had. I am dragging this Monday morning but it was worth it.
First of all, I got to babysit my sweet grandbaby on Saturday afternoon while her parents got ready for the party. What fun we had. We went outside and looked around. We took a little nap and then we played. Then her mommy and daddy came to get her and, along with her uncle Tom, we all went out for a great dinner. Everyone was in good spirits and we had a wonderful time.
Sunday was a busy day. I had to go to the grocery store alone. That was strange. I don't usually do that. Usually it's a family affair. I did miss my girls while I was there but Missy called and we chatted. Yes, I was one of those ladies going through the grocery store with a phone to her ear.
I went over to help the kids get ready for the party. (They called. I wouldn't have gone over if they hadn't. I'm not THAT kind of a mother.) I watched the baby while they did some last minute cleaning. Then Kathy came over and we filled up the balloons while Tom and Patti did the crepe paper. It was lots of fun. Before we knew it the house was filling up. I can't believe how many people came. There were kids running every. It was perfect. Of course, there were a few tantrums here or there but overall the kids were really good. She had no idea what was going on. She just kept walking around.
Tom and Patti got her the neatest piano. It's a prefect little minature red piano. It is just darling. Lots of clothes and books. At this age, they have no idea about getting things. She was not interested at all in opening presents. She was more interested in all the big kids running around.
The party was supposed to be from 3-5. I think the last family left around 9:00. That is the sign of a successful party. Missy and Terry worked so hard on everything and it showed. Their house looked great and the decorations were perfect.
Tom, Patti, Marissa, Aaron, Missy, Terry and I sat around after everyone left just relaxing. It was wonderful sitting back and just visitng for a little while. Before we knew it, it was after 10:30. I finally got home a little after 11. Exhausted but happy. I do have to admit that it was hard to get up and get going this morning but it was well worth it.
Serif had a first birthday that will be remembered by family and in pictures for years to come. It was a perect way to celebrate her first year.
First of all, I got to babysit my sweet grandbaby on Saturday afternoon while her parents got ready for the party. What fun we had. We went outside and looked around. We took a little nap and then we played. Then her mommy and daddy came to get her and, along with her uncle Tom, we all went out for a great dinner. Everyone was in good spirits and we had a wonderful time.
Sunday was a busy day. I had to go to the grocery store alone. That was strange. I don't usually do that. Usually it's a family affair. I did miss my girls while I was there but Missy called and we chatted. Yes, I was one of those ladies going through the grocery store with a phone to her ear.
I went over to help the kids get ready for the party. (They called. I wouldn't have gone over if they hadn't. I'm not THAT kind of a mother.) I watched the baby while they did some last minute cleaning. Then Kathy came over and we filled up the balloons while Tom and Patti did the crepe paper. It was lots of fun. Before we knew it the house was filling up. I can't believe how many people came. There were kids running every. It was perfect. Of course, there were a few tantrums here or there but overall the kids were really good. She had no idea what was going on. She just kept walking around.
Tom and Patti got her the neatest piano. It's a prefect little minature red piano. It is just darling. Lots of clothes and books. At this age, they have no idea about getting things. She was not interested at all in opening presents. She was more interested in all the big kids running around.
The party was supposed to be from 3-5. I think the last family left around 9:00. That is the sign of a successful party. Missy and Terry worked so hard on everything and it showed. Their house looked great and the decorations were perfect.
Tom, Patti, Marissa, Aaron, Missy, Terry and I sat around after everyone left just relaxing. It was wonderful sitting back and just visitng for a little while. Before we knew it, it was after 10:30. I finally got home a little after 11. Exhausted but happy. I do have to admit that it was hard to get up and get going this morning but it was well worth it.
Serif had a first birthday that will be remembered by family and in pictures for years to come. It was a perect way to celebrate her first year.
Friday, June 09, 2006
TGIF
It's Friday and I can't wait for the weekend. Not only for the sleep which I am really looking forward to but it's also the big birthday party for our new one year old. There will be lots of friends and family gathering on Sunday to enjoy my sweet granddaughter. It's going to be lots of fun.
Last night best friend called to talk about grandbabies. She has three and, just like me, never tires of chatting about them. I answer the phone and hear: "Is this the grammy of a one year old!" That started it and, except for an occassional stray to our health, the total conversation was about how fortunate we are to have these wonderful creatures in our lives. She leaves on Saturday to go to the beach with all of her grandchildren for the week. I'm so happy for her. This is a special time for them. We are so fortunate that we have children who include us in our grandchildren's lives.
I am desperately trying to get everything ready for our trip to California on the 28th. I have noticed that as I get older I want to get things done early. I don't like running around at the last minute. I want everything done and out of the way so I can leisurely take care of things. I got some clothes. (You must have new clothes for a vacation.) Now I am on the lookout for a bag to carry on the plane. No luck yesterday but I have not given up. The bag I want is out there. I just have to find it. Until then, I will keep looking.
Have a great weekend.
Last night best friend called to talk about grandbabies. She has three and, just like me, never tires of chatting about them. I answer the phone and hear: "Is this the grammy of a one year old!" That started it and, except for an occassional stray to our health, the total conversation was about how fortunate we are to have these wonderful creatures in our lives. She leaves on Saturday to go to the beach with all of her grandchildren for the week. I'm so happy for her. This is a special time for them. We are so fortunate that we have children who include us in our grandchildren's lives.
I am desperately trying to get everything ready for our trip to California on the 28th. I have noticed that as I get older I want to get things done early. I don't like running around at the last minute. I want everything done and out of the way so I can leisurely take care of things. I got some clothes. (You must have new clothes for a vacation.) Now I am on the lookout for a bag to carry on the plane. No luck yesterday but I have not given up. The bag I want is out there. I just have to find it. Until then, I will keep looking.
Have a great weekend.
Thursday, June 08, 2006
It's Been a Year
The party was a wonderful success. I still can't believe it's been a year. Serif knew she was the center of attention and loved every minute of it.
I have to admit that since I had given her the bear the night before, I had to stop by the store and get something for her. The baby had to have something to open up from her grammy on her birthDAY. I got her a cute little phone. She loved it. She was pressing buttons like mad.
Missy made her birthday cake. She did a fantastic job on it. It was beautiful and tasted great. Serif did a great job with the cake. Not too messy but messy enough. She did get it in her hair and on her parents. I'm sure she was wondering why everyone was sitting around watching her eat. She has no problem being the center of attention.
Shortly after Terry's family left, Tom and Patti arrived. Serif was so funny. Patti put the bag with her presents on the floor and while we were talking Serif pulled out one the the presents. It took a little encouragement but she learned how to open a present. She loved her presents from Uncle Tom and Tanta.
It was a wonderful evening with family. There was lots of love and laughter. What a wonderful way to celebrate the first year of a wonderful little girl.
I have to admit that since I had given her the bear the night before, I had to stop by the store and get something for her. The baby had to have something to open up from her grammy on her birthDAY. I got her a cute little phone. She loved it. She was pressing buttons like mad.
Missy made her birthday cake. She did a fantastic job on it. It was beautiful and tasted great. Serif did a great job with the cake. Not too messy but messy enough. She did get it in her hair and on her parents. I'm sure she was wondering why everyone was sitting around watching her eat. She has no problem being the center of attention.
Shortly after Terry's family left, Tom and Patti arrived. Serif was so funny. Patti put the bag with her presents on the floor and while we were talking Serif pulled out one the the presents. It took a little encouragement but she learned how to open a present. She loved her presents from Uncle Tom and Tanta.
It was a wonderful evening with family. There was lots of love and laughter. What a wonderful way to celebrate the first year of a wonderful little girl.
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Happy Birthday
Today my sweet grandbaby turns one year old. I cannot believe it. Where has the year gone? She is such a big girl now. She holds on to your finger and just walks you everywhere.
Last year at this time I was sitting and waiting to have my driver's license renewed. Everyone sitting around knew that my granddaughter was going to be born that afternoon. I was so scared/excited. I was worried about my darling daughter having a c-section and that everything with her and the baby would be okay and I was so excited about this new experience that was waiting for me. The experience of being a grandmother. I had no idea the love and happiness that the next year would bring me.
I followed the kids to the hospital. They got ahead of me for a little while, but luckily there were no cops around, and by doing a little 75-80 I caught up with them. Then began the waiting. Luckily I was able to be in the room with her before the c-section. The doctor was late so we all sat around and talked about how hungry Missy was. I remember standing out in front of the surgery with Terry while they were prepping Missy for her surgery. The doctor came out and I told him to take good care of MY baby. He just smiled and patted my shoulder and assured me that everything would be fine.
I hate waiting but everyone was so sweet. They brought a chair out for me to sit by the nursery so I could see the baby as soon as she came in. It wasn't long before I saw Terry arriving with my beautiful granddaughter. I could feel Patrick there with me as we looked at her for the first time. She was so beautiful.
I wasn't totally happy until I finally saw my baby. She was so happy as she held her baby. It was so wonderful to watch. They were both well. All my prayers had been answered.
It had been 28 years ago that I laid in a hospital bed in that very same hospital and given birth to my baby girl. I knew the happiness that Missy was feeling. I knew the love that she was feeling for this beautiful new baby that she was holding. Until that moment I had no idea that I could love a baby as much as I had loved Missy. I found out about a grandmother's love that day. It is strong and it is pure.
The only thing missing was my wonderful Patrick. I could feel his presence and I knew he was as proud and happy as I was. I see so much of Missy in Serif. I see so much of Patrick in Missy.
Last night I couldn't wait and I gave Serif her birthday present. It sounds very vain but I gave her a Grammy Bear. I went to make a bear and made it for her. I put my voice in it. I wanted her to know that I am close to her no matter what. That if something should ever happen to me, she will have that bear to remind her, not only of my voice, but the love that I have for her.
Tonight will be her first birthday cake. No cutting it up in small pieces for her. It will be the typical first birthday cake that is presented to the baby in celebration of her first year. She will be able to get her hands in it and eat or spread as she wants. We will all sit and remember last year at this time and say our prayers of thanksgiving.
Happy Birthday Serif. I love you.
Last year at this time I was sitting and waiting to have my driver's license renewed. Everyone sitting around knew that my granddaughter was going to be born that afternoon. I was so scared/excited. I was worried about my darling daughter having a c-section and that everything with her and the baby would be okay and I was so excited about this new experience that was waiting for me. The experience of being a grandmother. I had no idea the love and happiness that the next year would bring me.
I followed the kids to the hospital. They got ahead of me for a little while, but luckily there were no cops around, and by doing a little 75-80 I caught up with them. Then began the waiting. Luckily I was able to be in the room with her before the c-section. The doctor was late so we all sat around and talked about how hungry Missy was. I remember standing out in front of the surgery with Terry while they were prepping Missy for her surgery. The doctor came out and I told him to take good care of MY baby. He just smiled and patted my shoulder and assured me that everything would be fine.
I hate waiting but everyone was so sweet. They brought a chair out for me to sit by the nursery so I could see the baby as soon as she came in. It wasn't long before I saw Terry arriving with my beautiful granddaughter. I could feel Patrick there with me as we looked at her for the first time. She was so beautiful.
I wasn't totally happy until I finally saw my baby. She was so happy as she held her baby. It was so wonderful to watch. They were both well. All my prayers had been answered.
It had been 28 years ago that I laid in a hospital bed in that very same hospital and given birth to my baby girl. I knew the happiness that Missy was feeling. I knew the love that she was feeling for this beautiful new baby that she was holding. Until that moment I had no idea that I could love a baby as much as I had loved Missy. I found out about a grandmother's love that day. It is strong and it is pure.
The only thing missing was my wonderful Patrick. I could feel his presence and I knew he was as proud and happy as I was. I see so much of Missy in Serif. I see so much of Patrick in Missy.
Last night I couldn't wait and I gave Serif her birthday present. It sounds very vain but I gave her a Grammy Bear. I went to make a bear and made it for her. I put my voice in it. I wanted her to know that I am close to her no matter what. That if something should ever happen to me, she will have that bear to remind her, not only of my voice, but the love that I have for her.
Tonight will be her first birthday cake. No cutting it up in small pieces for her. It will be the typical first birthday cake that is presented to the baby in celebration of her first year. She will be able to get her hands in it and eat or spread as she wants. We will all sit and remember last year at this time and say our prayers of thanksgiving.
Happy Birthday Serif. I love you.
Monday, May 15, 2006
Mother's Day
Oh my goodness. I can't believe it's been so long since I last blogged. I really need to get better about this.
I want to share my wonderful weekend. It was so fantastic. I have the greatest children and children-in-law in the whole world.
Saturday was spent sleeping in and then meeting my kids for a wonderful brunch.The food was delicious and everyone was in good spirits.
I can't tell you what it feels like to sit at the table and look around at your children all grown up. I felt such a wonderful sense of happiness and satisfaction. They have grown into such wonderful adults. People that I would be proud to have as friends not just my children. Sitting there looking at these young adults and thinking back to when they were growing up. All of the frustrations, heart aches and worry were so worth it. They have grown up to make their mother proud.
After a nice relaxing lunch, I went home to rest up for the adventure ahead of me. Yes I was going to baby sit so my wonderful daughter and son-in-law could have a romantic evening of dinner and ballet. I was ready to spend some quality time with my adoreable granddaughter. I got there early so mommy and daddy would get ready for their date. Granddaughter was a little fussy because of a couple of teeth that are coming through on top. So, of course, mommy gave her some tylenol to make her feel better. It worked. She was happy and fun by the time they left at 6:30.
We played with some toys and everything was going well. Suddenly she got hungry so we sat on the sofa and had some of her bottle. There she was half sitting with her head on my shoulder drinking her bottle. I was just chatting away with her, when I looked down and she was sound asleep. Already. Okay so I figured she would sleep a little and then we would play. I held her close and kissed on her and played with her fingers and toes. All the normal things you do when a baby is sleeping in your arms. The time passed and she wasn't waking up. So around 9:00 I laid on the sofa and snuggled her close. We both ended up asleep. She woke up around 11:00 and wanted some more bottle but never really woke up. She was still sleeping soundly when her mommy and daddy arrived home around 12:30. She slept almost the whole time I was babysitting. Of course she woke up shortly after I left so that she could keep mommy and daddy awake.
After such a busy evening, I had a very relaxing Sunday morning. I have been so bad about going to church lately. I defintely have to get myself back on track.
Sunday afternoon was spent with the whole family. It was so much fun. It always is when we all get together. We just visit and play games. Since my wonderful son couldn't make the party, he called to wish me a happy Mother's Day. Both of my children are so thoughtful.
We all brought food so there was plenty to eat. Beautiful granddaughter was the center fo attention. She was sleeping when I got there. It was so sweet when she woke up and just wanted her Grammy to hold her. Of course, I had to force myself to comply with her wishes. I love when she first wakes up. She is so cuddly and snuggly.
We went out to see the rest of the family. Soon she was fully awake and showing everyone what a great dancer she is. She is so cute to watch. She just bounces up and down and swings that little arm. She entertained us with her dancing for a while and then she furniture walked to the end of the coffee table and put her arms out to me. I put my hands out and as she started toward me I pulled them back a little. Before we knew it, she had taken 3 whole steps toward me. I can't believe that she walked to me. What a big girl she has become and my fantastic son-in-law got it all on tape. What a wonder Mother's Day present. It was so perfect. She didn't walk any more but I didn't care. That was all I needed.
As usual, my darling daughter gave me a very wonderful and thoughtful Mother's Day present. I love the Willow Tree Angels. She got me the "Thank You" one. That and a beautiful card that she wrote a very special message on. She got what she wanted. She made me cry. It was such a beautiful and thoughtful present. Between my grandbaby walking and my wonderful daughter, it was a perfect day.
On the way home, I stopped by the grocery store and did my weekly shopping. By the time I got home I was ready to relax and get ready for the week ahead. It was such a wonderful weekend. I am so blessed with my family.
Later, best friend called and we had our weekly granny chat. It's so fun to share all our news about our wonderful grandchildren. What a wonderful way to end a great weekend.
I hope that all of the mother's out there had a very special day yesterday. And for those of you who didn't have their mother's with them. Know that their love is with you always.
I want to share my wonderful weekend. It was so fantastic. I have the greatest children and children-in-law in the whole world.
Saturday was spent sleeping in and then meeting my kids for a wonderful brunch.The food was delicious and everyone was in good spirits.
I can't tell you what it feels like to sit at the table and look around at your children all grown up. I felt such a wonderful sense of happiness and satisfaction. They have grown into such wonderful adults. People that I would be proud to have as friends not just my children. Sitting there looking at these young adults and thinking back to when they were growing up. All of the frustrations, heart aches and worry were so worth it. They have grown up to make their mother proud.
After a nice relaxing lunch, I went home to rest up for the adventure ahead of me. Yes I was going to baby sit so my wonderful daughter and son-in-law could have a romantic evening of dinner and ballet. I was ready to spend some quality time with my adoreable granddaughter. I got there early so mommy and daddy would get ready for their date. Granddaughter was a little fussy because of a couple of teeth that are coming through on top. So, of course, mommy gave her some tylenol to make her feel better. It worked. She was happy and fun by the time they left at 6:30.
We played with some toys and everything was going well. Suddenly she got hungry so we sat on the sofa and had some of her bottle. There she was half sitting with her head on my shoulder drinking her bottle. I was just chatting away with her, when I looked down and she was sound asleep. Already. Okay so I figured she would sleep a little and then we would play. I held her close and kissed on her and played with her fingers and toes. All the normal things you do when a baby is sleeping in your arms. The time passed and she wasn't waking up. So around 9:00 I laid on the sofa and snuggled her close. We both ended up asleep. She woke up around 11:00 and wanted some more bottle but never really woke up. She was still sleeping soundly when her mommy and daddy arrived home around 12:30. She slept almost the whole time I was babysitting. Of course she woke up shortly after I left so that she could keep mommy and daddy awake.
After such a busy evening, I had a very relaxing Sunday morning. I have been so bad about going to church lately. I defintely have to get myself back on track.
Sunday afternoon was spent with the whole family. It was so much fun. It always is when we all get together. We just visit and play games. Since my wonderful son couldn't make the party, he called to wish me a happy Mother's Day. Both of my children are so thoughtful.
We all brought food so there was plenty to eat. Beautiful granddaughter was the center fo attention. She was sleeping when I got there. It was so sweet when she woke up and just wanted her Grammy to hold her. Of course, I had to force myself to comply with her wishes. I love when she first wakes up. She is so cuddly and snuggly.
We went out to see the rest of the family. Soon she was fully awake and showing everyone what a great dancer she is. She is so cute to watch. She just bounces up and down and swings that little arm. She entertained us with her dancing for a while and then she furniture walked to the end of the coffee table and put her arms out to me. I put my hands out and as she started toward me I pulled them back a little. Before we knew it, she had taken 3 whole steps toward me. I can't believe that she walked to me. What a big girl she has become and my fantastic son-in-law got it all on tape. What a wonder Mother's Day present. It was so perfect. She didn't walk any more but I didn't care. That was all I needed.
As usual, my darling daughter gave me a very wonderful and thoughtful Mother's Day present. I love the Willow Tree Angels. She got me the "Thank You" one. That and a beautiful card that she wrote a very special message on. She got what she wanted. She made me cry. It was such a beautiful and thoughtful present. Between my grandbaby walking and my wonderful daughter, it was a perfect day.
On the way home, I stopped by the grocery store and did my weekly shopping. By the time I got home I was ready to relax and get ready for the week ahead. It was such a wonderful weekend. I am so blessed with my family.
Later, best friend called and we had our weekly granny chat. It's so fun to share all our news about our wonderful grandchildren. What a wonderful way to end a great weekend.
I hope that all of the mother's out there had a very special day yesterday. And for those of you who didn't have their mother's with them. Know that their love is with you always.
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Easter
Anyone who knows me knows that I am a devout Christian. No I am not a "bible thumping" Christian. I am one of the quiet believers. I will talk about it if you ask, but I am not pushy about it. Many other Christians believe that is wrong but I'm pretty laid back about everything including my religion. I'm the type that as the debate is going on all around me, I just sit back and quietly believe. I have always believed.
I have had bad things happen to me in my life. The hardest was the death of my husband. I remember the pain so much. I had never realized that is was a physical pain. I felt the pain of my heart breaking. But during that time my faith kept me going. My husband was also a deeply religious man and I knew he was at peace.
I have been fortunate that I have so much more good than bad in my life. I believe it is very important to take time to say thank you during the good times. Everyone turns to God when things are bad, but do you stop and thank him every day for all the good things that are happening? I hope so. I believe that is very important.
So why am I on my soap box today? Because this is the holiest of times. This is Lent and Easter is approaching. Everyone is coloring their Easter eggs and getting their pretty new Easter outfits. I hope everyone will take a moment to say thank you for the candy and the new clothes. I hope that everyone will take a minute to remember why we are even having this celebration.
Here is something I heard the other day that you might enjoy as you eat your jelly beans you get from the Easter Bunny.
The Jelly Bean Prayer
Red is for the blood He gave
Green is for the grass He made
Yellow is for the sun so bright
Orange is for the edge of night
Black is for the sins we made
White is for the grace He gave
Purple is for His hour of sorrow
Pink is for our new tomorrow
A bag full of jelly beans colorful and sweet,
Is a prayer, is a promise, is a special treat
May the joy of Christ's resurrection
Fill your heart and bless your life
May you and your family have a very blessed Easter.
I have had bad things happen to me in my life. The hardest was the death of my husband. I remember the pain so much. I had never realized that is was a physical pain. I felt the pain of my heart breaking. But during that time my faith kept me going. My husband was also a deeply religious man and I knew he was at peace.
I have been fortunate that I have so much more good than bad in my life. I believe it is very important to take time to say thank you during the good times. Everyone turns to God when things are bad, but do you stop and thank him every day for all the good things that are happening? I hope so. I believe that is very important.
So why am I on my soap box today? Because this is the holiest of times. This is Lent and Easter is approaching. Everyone is coloring their Easter eggs and getting their pretty new Easter outfits. I hope everyone will take a moment to say thank you for the candy and the new clothes. I hope that everyone will take a minute to remember why we are even having this celebration.
Here is something I heard the other day that you might enjoy as you eat your jelly beans you get from the Easter Bunny.
The Jelly Bean Prayer
Red is for the blood He gave
Green is for the grass He made
Yellow is for the sun so bright
Orange is for the edge of night
Black is for the sins we made
White is for the grace He gave
Purple is for His hour of sorrow
Pink is for our new tomorrow
A bag full of jelly beans colorful and sweet,
Is a prayer, is a promise, is a special treat
May the joy of Christ's resurrection
Fill your heart and bless your life
May you and your family have a very blessed Easter.
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Flowers and Time Change
This time change has been killing me. I'm finally getting to a point where I can blog a little. Between lack of sleep and work I haven't been able to get back here.
I have the sweetest son in the whole world. He came on Monday and brought me the most beautiful flowers. They smell heavenly. The whole office smells. That and a lovely note was a wonderful surprise. We even had time to sit and chat a bit before I started feeling guilty about work. This is the first time he has visited me at work. It was great.
Then I got to get my sweet grandbaby after work and take her home with me. She fell asleep on the way home. Bosco was so surprised when he came in and found her there. He gave her a good once over though. Her parents came in a little later but they got to visit a little bit after she woke up. It was a nice visit. I sat her on the counter where her mother used to sit and gave her crackers. She is getting so big. She could walk if she wanted to but she's happy crawling right now.
Tuesday was a terrible day at work. Everything went wrong and I was so tired. The time change really caught up with me. I felt like I couldn't get anyone to call me back or answer my emails. Maybe they were all feeling as yucky as I was. Luckily I made it through the day without doing too much damage and went home to go to bed early. A good night's sleep has done wonders for me.
Today is a much better day. I love days that I feel like I'm accomplishing something. Right or wrong I'm getting things done. Things are hitting the fan over some decisions that I have been told to make concerning conferences but I think I'm safe. Only time will tell.
Well back to work. Tonight is a go home and relax night. Nothing exciting except knitting and petting the dog. I have to admit night's like that can be very enjoyable. I think I may be getting old or something.
I have the sweetest son in the whole world. He came on Monday and brought me the most beautiful flowers. They smell heavenly. The whole office smells. That and a lovely note was a wonderful surprise. We even had time to sit and chat a bit before I started feeling guilty about work. This is the first time he has visited me at work. It was great.
Then I got to get my sweet grandbaby after work and take her home with me. She fell asleep on the way home. Bosco was so surprised when he came in and found her there. He gave her a good once over though. Her parents came in a little later but they got to visit a little bit after she woke up. It was a nice visit. I sat her on the counter where her mother used to sit and gave her crackers. She is getting so big. She could walk if she wanted to but she's happy crawling right now.
Tuesday was a terrible day at work. Everything went wrong and I was so tired. The time change really caught up with me. I felt like I couldn't get anyone to call me back or answer my emails. Maybe they were all feeling as yucky as I was. Luckily I made it through the day without doing too much damage and went home to go to bed early. A good night's sleep has done wonders for me.
Today is a much better day. I love days that I feel like I'm accomplishing something. Right or wrong I'm getting things done. Things are hitting the fan over some decisions that I have been told to make concerning conferences but I think I'm safe. Only time will tell.
Well back to work. Tonight is a go home and relax night. Nothing exciting except knitting and petting the dog. I have to admit night's like that can be very enjoyable. I think I may be getting old or something.
Friday, March 31, 2006
Grandchildren
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!
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!
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.
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