Thursday, December 30, 2004

Vacationing With The Family

I was reading the post about vacationing with the family at fellow blogger Carmi's site. It made me start thinking about what I remember from traveling with my family.
I remember a trip made to Disney World from Texas when I was about 8. I went with my dad and stepmom, her brother and his girlfriend. The motels we stayed at along the way, in the many towns we stopped in there and back. You didn't dare stay in an hotel unless you planned on spending the big bucks. For me, they made sure each motel had a pool. I couldn't wait to go swimming and I am sure they couldn't wait to get me out of the car. It rained every day at the same time in Florida!
On another trip I made with Dad and TLDC, she got up early and baked fresh cinnamon rolls from scratch. She stored them on the front dash using the sunlight filtering through the glass to keep them warm. I was told on the first stop we made to rest we would have the cinnamon rolls. Do you know how painful that was? Besides smelling them baking, I had to smell them for what seemed like an eternity in the car. I thought we would never stop! But stop we did, at a quaint roadside park. Dad got the milk out of the ice chest..(old and metal), and let me tell you did we chow down!
I don't remember where we were going, or anything else about that trip, but I remember that!
Keeping me occupied was the main challenge. Sometimes we played the alphabet game or the license plate game. Sometimes they would buy me small "to do" toys and I would get one every 2 hours or so. These would be like colors and color books, puzzles, little pinball games that you could hold in one hand and the paddle to start the ball was spring loaded. Pull that baby back and go, go, go!
I remember being in front of an 18 wheeler and holding my arm up, making a fist and then moving it in the up and down motion as if pulling a cord to get him to honk back. When they did Dad would hollar out, "Stop it!" Between that and me I guess he was nervous..LOL
I remember going on trips to see my cousins David and Eddie. I know I rode with my sister, but I couldn't tell you anything about the ride or what we did, but when we got there! Boy oh boy! We played, got into trouble, generally all of us had the best time.
Moving forward in life, those same things are what I passed on to my family. I taught them the alphabet game and the license plate game. I will say I now understand why Dad never was really excited about it as when you are the driver, it's hard to play and drive...Kinda like don't drink and drive..

Don't Play and Drive! (insert picture of stern looking sheriff here)


MAGAD (mothers against games and driving)



Wednesday, December 29, 2004

Update to yesterdays post about having a headeache

Did you know if you let to many people go at one time you have to pay a fine?
Did you know the company I work for did that at that office I was visiting Tuesday?
Did you know that MasTec has to attempt to rehire 7 people as not to exceed the limit of allowed people to fire? (psst and not planning on telling them why they have to rehire them)
Did you know that we have to offer them severence packages now?
Did you know the HR person did not know about the firings?
Did you know she was waiting for me this AM?
Am I glad I wasn't involved in that? (DUH!!!)
Can you tell the preverbial shit hit the fan today?

Silently smirking...:-)

Tuesday, December 28, 2004

OK, I need help!

Quit laughing, seriously...
Why oh WHY does my dashboard on blogger show 273 posts and has for freaking ever with out changing?
Why, when I want to comment to someone, and call up the comment box, does it keep my sisters info (from when she visited in November) even after I put my info in?
hummm side note - this could be fun if I wanted to get her in trouble! ...thinking....thinking.... pause... NAHH! LOL

Can you help me????

I have a headache

I am really digruntled, aggrivated among other feelings right now. Let me tell you how my company works..
We are a "ah-em" a telecommunications business, we have several divisions. Today I had to go to another divisional office, a 2.5 hour drive each way. I was asked to come to take a report(s) off this one girl that in actuality, I should have taken a long time ago.....
not complaining here..
Anyway, I got called yesterday at 4 and asked to come up. I get there and the girl I am to work with, who knows me, opens the door and sees me and, no kidding, her jaw dropped to the floor at shock at seeing me. My stomache sank. They didn't tell her. She had no clue I was why would you not tell her? (list advantages here, first one being PREPAREDNESS!!!)
Complaining starts here...
SO I go check in with the guy who called me. we review that he wants me to take that report, he has to slim down the staff and wants to re-assign her to other duties, and I give it a thumbs up and we call her in. So we start the planning, listing processes, contacts, etc.
We take this plan back in to him. we meet over lunch. he wants a dollar figure on a certian job that has issues, so we break away to start at that. then while we eat, it becomes evident that MANY people in this office will not have a job after, are you ready, Friday. over 2/3rds of the office and no one there has a clue. they where supposed to have been prepped for this for 2 months now but the person over that office never told them. This office was supposed to have been told this and that the office would be closed by Dec 31 2 months ago. AND he didn't want to tell them until Thursday...(Friday is a paid holiday)
They where all called together at 3:30 and told this, NOT by the guy who should have told them, but by the one that came there to close the office this week and now can't. You should have heard the shock reverberate across the room. One asked how could he not know. He flat out told them that since Sept, this has been discussed on many conf calls and he was told by (name), that it was taken care of.
Now, this isn't one isolated incident. This happens in this fashion at my company ALL the time..
Why would you not follow thru that action had been taken? re: he said they knew, find out if they know..
Why do you find it right to just let people show up and say at 5 PM on thier last day "Oh by the way, you don't have a job"
While working with the person I was supposed to work with, SEVERAL other things she does comes to light that they hadn't even thought about...WHY??
NOW..I talk to the guy who asked me to come up and review what we accomplished and he goes, Thursday is her last day..


One girl, who is going to have to assume some her duties, DOESN'T even know yet...What day is this? Her last day is when??
I freaked to a degree..and now Her last day is NEXT friday..wooo hooo.

I have to stop...
I have to go send out some resumes...
And take some aspirin...

Monday, December 27, 2004

My hub and his daughter Amanda (being funny!) Posted by Hello

Marshall and his two boys from the left, Jacob then Josh, then Marshall. Posted by Hello

Alicia put her doll in the stroller and took off! When I asked to take her pic, she backed away...don't ask, who knows! Posted by Hello

This is Alicia the only girl in 4 grandkids. Think she will be spoiled a little? NAW!! LOL. She is 2 years today so this was the first Christmas she actually got" what presents are. Posted by Hello

This is Marshall's wife Carolyn and their son Josh. Josh has to have met a girl. How do I know that? he has started fixing his hair. Posted by Hello

This is my hubby's son Marshall and his nephew Jarrett. Jarrett is VERY outgoing! Posted by Hello

Saturday, December 25, 2004

Merry Christmas! Posted by Hello

and Happy Holidays!

My son sent me the Christmas Card above. Funny, but he notated inside that it reminded him of me! I wonder where he ever got that impression? Not that I don't like kids mind you. I don't like SCREAMING, YELLING, RUNNING, OBNOXIOUS kids. Ones you KNOW that their parents are either trying to be their friend not parent, or will say "Now Suzy, you know how Mommy feels when you yell. Don't do that." Then the kid just look at them and walk off yelling. Spare the Rod Spoil the Child I say.
But that is a little off subject for today.
I loved the Christmas card my son sent. I LMAO.
Santa was good to me and I hope he was good to all of you too.
I got a Mickey watch, a SpongeBob watch (WHAT TIME IS IT?!?!?!)
and other very nice things. Right now I am sitting watching my new red Gameboy SP charge so I can play with it. How old and I you say? Old enough to know better, young enough not to care!
I got my hub Microsoft Flight Simulator and a Joystick... he is in setting that up.
Today will be a good day!

Merry Christmas to all!


Friday, December 24, 2004

Christmas Eves Gift!

This is something that is a family tradition, to be the first one to call the other family member and say "Christmas Eves Gift!" before they do.
This morning I called my son, who is in San Marcos, and imagine, he was still asleep, but through modern technology, he saw my number on the caller ID, knows this tradition, and said a sleepy "Christmas Eve's ift" to me. We had a short conversation that I am sure he will not remember later today, and wished each other Merry Christmas and hung up. Now mind you, he took great pleasure in telling me the other day he wasn't going to let me get him first, he was setting his alarm, and gonna call me at 12:01 AM..

Next I called my stepmom, who was expecting my call. Someone answered and said nothing. I said nothing back... after a few seconds, my stepdad let out with a Happy Holidays! and I Christmas Eves Gifted him back. I could here TLDC laughing in the background. They where up, as she wakes up at the crack of dawn, but still laying in bed. We caught up with the last couple of weeks, how her Dad is doing, what everyones plans are, etc.

Now after hanging up with them I called my son back. He answered with a sleepy and agrivated "What, Mom" and I said Christmas Eve's Gift part II" he was like "Whatever".. anyway I told him to call Tommie and get her. I think he went back to sleep..
Merry Christmas to all, even if saying that is polically incorrect. To Bad!

Merry Christmas!

Wednesday, December 22, 2004

Christmas is a coming

Work was it's usual self even though trying to get anything done is getting hard since the holidays are coming up. I found many a person wandering around, visiting with co-workers, eating the goodies in the kitchen, etc.
My sister called me when I wazs busy but I was able to find out her flight to Texas arrived safely and she took great pleasure in telling me it was snowing. What is up with that? Here I am, near the mountians, in North Carolina, and all we are having is a bit of rain. My sister goes farther south and she gets snow... that's just not fair!
Ever had times your mind is just racing? Right now is one of those for me. I have been working on my story, wanting to do a few things on the Genealogy, read some more of George's journal, oy-vey...
One of the girls in the office is having a bit of bad luck, she is a single mother, will be loosing her job by March of 2005 due to part of our company transfering to Miami, (and they didn't offer to take anyone...humm)
Anyway, he car broke down on the way to my house Saturday. She doesn't have the money to fix it nor has she bought all her Christmas, and has been taxed to by groceries. Groceries, I would never thought it.
She has a son, who by blood is not hers, is a different race, but who she chooses to raise. His parents aren't active in his life, but won't let Theresa adopt him. He is a really good kid, doesn't ask for much, and sa-weeet! After we found out, several of us got kinda nosey with Theresa finding out what he wanted, needed, etc..She told us he needed shoes, a coat, some winter shirts, loves movies and books.
So the office took up a collection yesterday, which is a challenge for my office cause they don't do to well at that. BUT, we raised 570 dollars in gifts and money.
Let me say again $570.00. We got the few things PJ needs and a few things he wanted.
We got him 5 DVD's, socks, 2 shirts, a DVD player (got it at a GREAT price), a gift cert for him to go get shoes, a blanket, and the Lord of the Rings Trilogy. Someone donated some stuff for Theresa, we got here a $30 manicure pedicure gift cert. She ended up with $180 in grocery gift cards, 55 in cash, and I am sure I am forgeting something. It was given to her today. She was shocked, thrilled, speachless. After she looked at PJ's stuff we wrapped it to go under their tree. ( I am assuming they have one). She called everyone in to a meeting to thank them, shared with them the gifts she recieved and told us we showed her the true meaning of Christmas.
I wanted to cry. Goes to show that even when you doubt some people, most everyone still has a heart.


So todays saga ends there as my permanent press in dry and I have to clean the litter boxes!


Monday, December 20, 2004

Here is one of my Black and Whites..thoughts?? Posted by Hello

I took this in Florida last fall in my friends front yard, using a flashlight for lighting..thoughts?? Posted by Hello

Ramdom thoughts and dashes

Today I had to go to Roanoke to our office there. They have this "controlling thing" and I accomplished NOTHING, except getting 32.5 cents a mile and wasting my day basicly. So I am not full of to many creative or entertaining thoughts today.
As my mind wandered during the trip I did get to thinking about these things:

Sunday on my way to finish my Christmas Shopping I saw a blind woman walking to the mailbox....


I love Christmas! The radio stations here are playing Christmas tunes almost 24 -7 Some of the songs really remind me of home, family etc. Especially some of the songs like:
"Chestnut roasting on an open fire..."
Speaking of hot nuts, did I tell you about the guy Leigh and I saw at lunch the other day??
or the song;
"Said the shepard boy, to the mighty king, do you hear what I hear?'
Yeah, I hear that tea at lunch a-knocking on my kidneys, I gotta pee NOW, where is the next exit?
anyway, you see how my day went..

Now to my Oxymoron Weekend:
I went shopping this weekend to finish my Christmas shopping which was a necessary Evil. I tried on this really cool jacket at Belks and it was a little big..My hubby and I split tater tots at Sonic and he got the larger half. The results of that could have been pretty ugly if I didn't love him so much.

Other Oxy stories and shorties:

Expect the Unexpected

Sanitary Napkins

As you can see I am having a really weird Monday so I am going to go to bed now, with the old fashion pen and paper and work on.....hell anything and nothing!

Friday, December 17, 2004

C and E Part 7

title links to part 6
I really need to name this story....

“Yummmm, smell that,” Frank said to himself, “Cinnamon, bacon, sausage, eggs… god that is making me hungry!” He entered the kitchen amid the hustle of several folks trying to make a meal for 50.
“Whoops! Sorry!” He said to a pretty elderly lady as she whisked by him with a big pan of gravy. She smiled at him and said, “Merry Christmas!”
“Merry Christmas to you Ma’am!” he responded with his best Santa voice.
He spotted Sister Joan talking to some young kids over at the oven. “Probably some kids from a youth group trying to earn a badge or something.” he thought to himself. From the look on Sister Joans’ face and her hand movements he could tell that obviously they had no clue at how to bake for volumes of people and she was very patiently giving direction. He walked over to the group and hung out just to the left of them. He wanted to be sure he caught Sister Joan as soon as she had a free minute.
“Now, this is a convection oven which cooks a bit faster than your oven at home” She instructed. “Are you listening Carol?”
Carol had been looking around at all the sights and not at Sister Joan. She had seen the homeless and heard stories, but never had seen what all people do to help. “Sorry!” Carol answered and turned back to the group.
“The timer is here,” She points to the digital square on the front, “and they attach a guide for you to use. Cindy, how long do you thing these rolls should cook?”
Cindy squinted at the list and said “10 minutes?” You could hear the question in her voice/
“Very good, now set the timer and go see how you can help with the eggs” Cindy punched a few buttons on the front of the oven and they all wandered off towards the stove, giggling and gawking as they went.
“Sister Joan.”
She turned around to see Frank standing by. “Yes, Frank?”
“I want to help out this morning but I have a question first. Or better yet, more than a question, I want your help with something.”
“God helps those who help themselves you know!” she answered back.
“Yes Ma’am, and that is what I have set my mind to do. I want to change my life. Not that I think I haven’t done the best I could for these past 3 years. But I admit that I have slacked off”
“Well how can I help you?” She asked.
“Well first, I want to get a job. A good job. But I can’t do that in these clothes. I mean, who would hire me?”
“I hate to say it Frank, but I really don’t think anyone in today’s world would give you 2 minutes of time.”
“Well, I was wondering if you knew someone in your vast list of charitable folks who I might get a suit from. I will work for it, daytime, nighttime, whenever.”
“Now Frank, I think that is a mighty fine idea! Let me see what I can do next week after the Christmas weekend.”
“Thank you so much Sister, I will check back with you Monday night.”
Sister Joan laughed, “You are pretty sure I will find someone aren’t you!”
“I can feel it Sister, in here.” Frank pointed at his heart, “I feel that this is going to happen for me and I am not going to let that feeling down.”
“Good for you Frank, I think you just might make it happen too! Now if you really want to help, go watch those kids over by the eggs. I know they have the best intentions, but they are here today, gone tomorrow and really just want to get through the morning and earn their brownie points. Besides the sooner we get through with breakfast the sooner Santa comes!” She said to Frank.
The shrill tone of the oven timer went off and Sister Joan reached out for the mitts. Before she could get away and also on an impulse, Frank gave Sister Joan a big old bear hug and you could see the embarrassed look on her face. “Frank!” She gasped with a bit of a smile.
He walked towards the kids and said rather loudly, “OK kids, what’s up? Wanna see an old man flip some eggs?”
Their faces brightened and a resounding, “YEAH!” was let out by all.

Thursday, December 16, 2004

C and E 6

(title links to part 5)

Sister Joan walked between the cots in the basement of the church, made over to be a temporary home and she checked on all its inhabitants. Everyone was still asleep, some snored, one coughed, another turned over and pulled the blanket over his head. She looked out the small rectangular window that was right above street level. It was early Christmas morning and the sun was just starting to crest. She could see the light starting to reflect off the buildings outside, it was going to be a bright, but cold day. She walked towards the door, turned her head back to her sleeping flock and smiled, very satisfied with another nights protection the church was able to offer up, if but to a few. She looked up to her lord, said a quick grace and left the room to go see about breakfast for them.
Even though Frank wasn’t quite awake yet, he heard someone walking through the room and then the soft swish-clunk noise of the swinging doors. Frank felt warmth on his face saw bright light through his closed lids and acknowledged the sunshine. He rolled over off his side and onto his back, stretched his arms wide and let out a big yawn. He delayed opening his eyes, as he wanted to enjoy the last few seconds of peace that was offered before he opened them and a big dose of homeless reality hit. He listened to the sounds around him for a few minutes, people sleeping, some soundly, some restlessly. He opened his eyes and sat up on the cot, wrapping the blanket around his legs and feet. It was Christmas Day today, the 3rd Christmas he had spent homeless.
“Home is where the heart is.” He said to himself.
He reached for his shoes, a well worn pair of Nike’s, and slipped them on his feet. He hoped Sister Joan had come through like previous years and gotten winter donations for everyone here. He himself hoped for a pair of warm boots, new or used, he didn’t care, as long as his feet where warm he was good to go for just about anything. He laid the blanket on the bed, grabbed his small bag and headed off to the bathroom in hopes of showering in peace, before others woke up and came in. He had gotten used to the loss of privacy, but relished any chance he could get to have a little of it. Frank pushed through the swinging doors and immediately smelled a combination of smells, bacon, cinnamon, fresh baked bread. All those great smells made his stomach growl and grumble. He headed off to shower quickly then he would go find Sister Joan and see if he could help.
Frank showered quickly, both because it was cold and he wanted to have some time alone with Sister Joan to talk to her about his promise he made to himself the day before. He looked at the haggard face starting back at him in the mirror. “Wow,” he thought to himself, “How I have changed in these last few years.” He rubbed his hand across his chin, feeling the roughness of his skin and his beard. He really didn’t care for a beard but it did offer up some warmth from the cold outside. He looked at his eyes, they looked much older now but then again wiser also. The blue was lighter than it had been when he was younger, which made them stand out even more against his black hair. He sighed and reached into his bag for his other set of clothes and dressed quickly, then headed off for the kitchen.

Wednesday, December 15, 2004

Credit to

Stolen from Jay.... Posted by Hello

To go with Terry's Story

No Comment!!! LOL Posted by Hello

Monday, December 13, 2004

C and E 5

(Title links to part 4)
“Upper Crust Bitch, well I never,” Celia mumbled to herself, “and that damn cop, why I could tell he wasn’t going to do anything, I am going to bring that up to my brother tomorrow and to top it off, he liked to have slammed the taxi door on me.”
“106 Central Park,” she told the taxi driver, “And don’t think I don’t know how long it takes or how many blocks it is! I’ll have none of that take the long road crap trying to squeeze me for another five.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Rahil sighed. What a way to end the day he thought to himself. Another fare, another snooty bitch. He purposely pulled out in front of a bus, the bus blared his horn, Rahil shot him the finger back, smiling and yelled “Have a nice day Dumbass!” out the window.
Celia let out a “OH SHIT” grabbed the seat belt and strapped it on as quick as she could. She saw the driver looking at her through the rear view mirror and could tell he was grinning and enjoying this. As they headed up the street she saw the group of men walking up the street that where outside the shop. She glared at them out the window. The one that had been so luid to her looked up saw her and made that disgusting face again.
Humph,” She mumbled as she swung her head away, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing her react again.
As they got close to her home she started organizing her things and dug a dollar bill out of her purse for the driver. The cab arrived at her desitination and she started gathering up her bags together. Her doorman opened the door for her and she scooted out pulling today’s treasures with her. She sat the bags next to the doorman and turned to the cabdriver to give him his tip. He looked at the dollar and then back at her, “Merry Fucking Christmas to you to lady!” and spun out as he left. Just because I have money doesn't mean I THROW it EVERYWHERE! She said in a rather loud stately voice. She turned, grabbed one package and headed inside.
"Jeffrey, be so kind and get the rest."
Jeffrey smiled at Celia, Mrs. Jones, or better known as Ms. Tighter-than-a-drum by the working class at Trump Tower. "Yes Ma'am," he answered, "I am so sorry about that driver, I will report him immediately!"
"Thank You Jeffrey, I know I can always count on you to do your job."
Celia turned away from Jefrey and walked to the elevator and stood there. Jeffrey looked up at her, and outside at the bags. He sighed, grabbed the bags and then hurried up to her and pressed the up button.
When the elevator arrived, Celia got on, Jeffrey loaded her bags in with her and hit the button for her floor, and backed out of the elevator. He knew better than expect a tip. Especially after the taxi incident. The Jones always made up for it, in their own way, between Christmas and New Years. He would expect a bonus from them of about $500.00, and that, with the other tenants tips, made up for his rather meager salary. He had a great wife, 5 wonderful, but growing kids. He had a steady job, Much more than he could say for some of his family, and he didn't want to risk losing it. The elevator door closed and Celia was on her way.
Celia watched the electronic floor guide as the numbers grew, she hated being alone, and she was alone alot. She fumbled in her purse for her keys, found them and pulled them out. She looked around her at the brass walls of the elevator as if inspecting the cleanleness. Her eyes wondered around the walls, checking every cranny, looking for a fingerprint or a smudge, anything to take her mind off being in here by herself until her eyes wound up looking at a tall stately lady. She studied her reflection. She was older, still had a great figure if she did say so herself, and she was rather pleasing to look at as a whole. She put a smile on her face. Great hair, great clothes, she didn't understand why anyone wouldn't feel graced to be around her. The elevator doors opened and Celia gathered up her bags, straightened her posture, glanced at herself one more time and entered her entryway. She put her key in the lock, paused for just a moment, and entered her home.

Talk about parting the waters...

cheatin' fishin' Posted by Hello

Sunday, December 12, 2004

SPaM Stories

Taken off my SPaM for Sunday. Sounds like it is trying to tell us something Huh!

Never repay what you owe legally
It's cheating... but... it works!
the fastest way to success on ebay
Will you accept it?


Friday, December 10, 2004

SPaM Mail

Spam mail.
Don’t you love it? As I open my e-mail this morning I learned, that I can learn to do quite the assortment of things. I can:
Learn to trim my nose hair
Lengthen the size of my, well you know
Learn the art of sensual massage
Further my education
Trace my family tree
Buy sexy lingerie cheap

Now, let’s address each one of these.
Why on earth would I want to:
learn to trim my nose hair? If I was in that bad of shape someone surely would have slapped me already.
Lengthen ANY part of my body much less the part they want me to lengthen that I don’t have. I am a woman and my one set of appendages I would like to have anything BUT lengthened.
Massage - OK I like that one
Further my education online. OK anyone can always stand to learn something or more. But I don't have the moeny for that, besides, I have raised my sone, worked 3 jobs 7 days a week at one time while raising him to be able to afford anything, been married to many times, (this one is a keeper), nursed my mother thru cancer, then my dad, had a bout of depression thanks to the bastard. OH and lets not forget him. HE was 13 years of learning in hisself... need I say more?
Trace my tree? I do that already and if you haven't heard already, be afraid, be very afraid!
Sexy lingerie cheap - I want to look Sexy, not like some Pimp-ho that owns no mirror, is colorblind and thinks she is a size 3 after eating McD's for a month. Uh huh, I saw the movie...
And what cyber factor decided I of all people needed this junk mail? And is it me or since I have commented a lot and joined blog explosion, I am getting tons more.

I think I am going to at least start trying to be productive with it and play sentence scrabble. I am going to take all the titles, but them in a bag, draw 7 out and try to make stories out of it.
I think I will start this weekend.

Tuesday, December 07, 2004

Still Funny

I am sure this is old news to you guys but I still think this is too funny!

George Bush Interview

White Trash Christmas

Someone has to much time on their hands!

Saturday, December 04, 2004

Pardon Moi

This cold has the best of me so pardon my lapse. One good thing I have thought of several more parts for my story in all this time I don't feel like doing squat!


Wednesday, December 01, 2004

December 1st thru 4th, 1901

Kids have been doing malicious pranks forever it seems. George Griffiths had a series of days of journal entries about this incident..

December 1 - Ellis put Charley and George out in the pasture and on Sunday morning some boys went out in the pasture and shot Charley. The boys name are Sneden, Paches, Reynolds.
December 2 - It is Monday and Charley died
December 3 - Sneden and another man came to mesur the horse but they did not mesur him rite. I got Mr. Swadley to see the horse and he mesur him and he mesurd to be 17 hands and his son William Swadley mesurd him to be 16 hands one inch high.
December 4 - Mr Sneden and Pehey offered me 40 dollars for the horse and I told them that I would see what my son said about it for he was the one that owned the horse.

More to come...

Tuesday, November 30, 2004

C and E part four

(Title links to part 3)
“Hi babe! I am so glad you are home!” Francis walked over to Jack, smiling and wiping her hands on a towel. He took his hat and coat off and turned towards her. She reached him as he was in the doorway to the living room, put her arms around his neck, pulled his head towards hers and kissed him fully on the lips.
Jack always was amazed at how lucky he was. They had been married 20 years yet she was as glad to see him come home today as she had been when they first got married those many years ago. Damn he was one lucky individual, unlike that one lady he had a run in with today, which reminded him, “Oh, I have to tell you what happened to me today,” Jack said looking Francis in her deep blue eyes, “Sometimes I really don’t get people.”
Francis took her arms down from around his neck and grabbed his hand, “Come on in the kitchen and tell me, I am working on Christmas dinner, you can tell me while I work”
“What do you want me to do?” Jack asked her as they walked to the kitchen.
“Sit down a minute and relax, you just got home, then if you don't mind, you can peel those potatoes over there.” Francis answered pointing at the pile of Idahos by the sink. He smiled back at her as he took a seat at the bar. He was facing her while she was chopping nuts. “Now, talk to me.” She said.
“Well let me start off with saying that to be a cop in this town I was having a rather unusually great day. Then about half an hour before it was time to call it quits I get this woman. She comes running up to me babbling on, some people...” His voice drifted off for a moment, he paused, took a breath and started over, “I had a lady run up to me today all in a tizzy, screaming at me in a harsh, shrill voice about a group of men who tried to accost her. You should have seen her, not a hair on her head was out of place, her clothes where immaculate, no dirt, no wrinkles, DAMN nice coat. She was carrying loaded bags from Barney’s and Saxs 5th and going on and on about these guys who she says practically molested her. She kept asking me what I was going to do about it and everyone that passed couldn’t help but stare. I was even caught rolling my eyes by this one lady, but I could see in her gaze back that even she didn’t get what all the fuss was.”
“Here try this,” Francis said as she passed him a piece of fudge, “What do you think her real problem was?”
“I think she was a bitter old rich hag with nothing better to do!” Jack answered back, regretting it the minute he said it. “I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t look at people that way, but it is Christmas time, it was pretty darn cold outside and starting to snow and she had nothing better to do with her time than make up things that obviously didn’t happen. I had been walking my beat and just came from the direction she had pointed.” He popped the chocolate bit of heaven in his mouth.
“Uh huh,” Francis said as she glanced up at him from the nuts.
“The only thing I saw was a bunch of people out doing what they do on a Christmas eve. Frank and his bunch were gathered outside this one shop, but they weren’t hurting anything. It had to be them that she was talking about and they wouldn’t hurt a flea! Hell they are homeless for God’s sake and just looking for a warm place to be.”
Francis could hear the frustration in Jack’s voice.
“That fudge is excellent as always my dear,” Jack told her, his voice eased some, “My compliments to the Chef!”
“You can thank me later,” She answered back while giving him a wink. “So what did you do for the lady, or should I say to the lady?”
They both laughed.
He got up from the bar and walked past her, headed for the stack of potatoes. He patted her on the butt as he walked by, “I had her walk back the way she came with me, show me where the incident happened and it was about where Franks group was standing around by the way. Luckily, if it was them, they where gone on already and there was no sign of a scuffle, so...” He opened the drawer and took the peeler out and sat it on the counter. He looked out the window and saw a couple walking down the street, “You know, I don’t think she ever understood why I couldn’t, wouldn’t do anything. What did she want me to do arrest the next unfortunate soul that crossed her path?” He turned around towards her, leaned back on the sink and rolled up his sleeves, “ I bet her watch could feed all the needy in New York for a month and I also would bet you that she would never miss it! Anyway, she finally resolved to herself that all her fuss was going nowhere, I walked her across the street to Macy’s, put her in a cab and sent her on her way. I was thinking to myself whatever happened to her compassion?” He turned back around and started removing the potatoes skin, “Enough of her, but I do want to add in that after I sent her on her way, I turned around and the lady that caught me rolling my eyes was right there. She never saw me though. I was kinda glad too. Anyway, what time are the festivities tomorrow?”
"Everyone should be here by noon" Francis said.
They continued cooking together, joking and laughing with each other.

Sunday, November 28, 2004

The Joys of Grandchildren

Spoil them, teach them great manners and send 'em home! LOL
This is Alicia, my new granddaughter by my recent marriage.I liker her and she likes me good deal too.
So besides our previous shopping trip where I started teaching her the value of a credit card, this time I started teaching her the joys of pudding!
Isn't she a cutie!

First I taught her this.... Posted by Hello

Then I taught her this Posted by Hello

Saturday, November 27, 2004

What Are You Worth?

I think the most expensive person LIED I TELL YOU!! LOL

I'm worth $2,219,424.06! How much are you worth?

Thursday, November 25, 2004

C and E part tres

(title links to part two)
Leigh arrived back at her apartment and threw her hat and coat on the couch. The bright yellow toboggan was a stark contrast to the dull tan of the fabric. She shook the light dusting of snow out of her long red hair and decided to also shake her problems away, at least for today. The holidays where coming up and she needed to ditch this mood.
"I know," she said to herself, "I’ll drag all the decorations out of the closet. Nothing better to spike a good mood than decorating for Christmas.”
She chuckled, “Listen to me, talking to myself! Oh well, as long as I don’t answer me.”
She headed for the closet, opened the door and found herself just standing there staring at the stacks of boxes.
“I have done what I said I would never do”, she thought to herself, “First I let him get to me and second I let it overshadow life.”
“That’s it!” she said out loud again, “I am going to go back, and start over!”
She threw her coat back on, covered her head with the toboggan and headed back outside. “I am going to go back to Macy’s to look at the Christmas windows again. This time, I will take in the beauty and wonder of the window decorations, the day, heck, the time of year by golly!”
As she stepped outside, the snow was falling slightly heavier than when she got home. She looked around at how fresh new and different everything looked in a coat of white.
She lifted up her head and stuck out her tongue to catch some flakes. She let them fall on her face and her tongue, cold bits of natures perfection, and remembered when she was little and used to make snow angels. She looked around to see how much snow had fallen and thought, “Not enough to do that yet!” and chuckled to herself. What a show that would be for everyone, a grown woman, lying on the sidewalk in New York, fanning her arms and legs about. She would have to laugh too while making that angel. She knew she would! Everyone who saw would surely thing she had gone and lost it! That thought made her chuckle a little harder.
She sighed a happy sigh and took off up the street. On her way as she passed her fellow city-ites, she looked any of them in the eye that noticed her, she smiled and said a cheery “Merry Christmas!” As the norm for this town, some acknowledged back and some looked away but she wasn’t going to let that bother her.
As she rounded the corner she heard a shrill, agitated voice talking way to loud. She looked over and saw a well-dressed lady complaining to a policeman about a group of men loitering outside some shop. Well maybe bitching was more like it. The Lady was clutching her bags with one arm as if they would shield her and pointing madly up the street with her free arm, “They made sexual advances to me and I want to know what you are going to do about it!”
“Lady, lady,” the officer replied waving his hands in a downward motion, “Calm down!” The officer rolled his eyes and when they turned her way, their eyes made contact. She gave him a slight grin with a knowing look. His eyes widened slightly,a bit ashamed she had seen him and then he turned his gaze back to the lady.
She looked away from the commotion and focused back on her plan to revise her day. It hadn’t been that long since she had been here and she never saw anyone loitering around.
Finally she got back to Macy’s, the Christmas lights where coming on as daylight was starting to fade. The snow was driving people in; into the shops, their homes, taxi’s to who knows where. There went a family, the mom bundling up her children as they walked. She saw a businessman who she could tell by the tense look on his face that he worked way to much. Down the street she saw three men walking away, cutting up with each other.
She looked back at the window, standing almost exactly where she had been such a short time ago and reached out her hand to the glass, her fingers touching it as if it was silk. She looked at all the intricate goings on in the Christmas display, the carolers, the family, the street scene and thought of all good things in life.
Her eyes twinkled with happiness and a smile graced her face.

Wednesday, November 24, 2004

Stole it because I was forced too!

I got this from my sister and she FORCED me to put it here! Yeah, yeah that's it! She twisted my arm and everything!

(A) First, recommend to me:1. a movie 2. a book 3. a musical artist, song, or album

(B) I want everyone who reads this to ask me three questions, no more, no less. Ask me anything you want.

(C) Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends to ask you anything & say that you stole it from me.

Have fun!

Amazing Race - Norway

Hornboy screams like a girly girl! I don't like heights either and would have screamed too but then..
I AM a girlie girl!
Last night was some night on the Amazing Race. From The Jersey Girls not knowing how to drive a stick to Jonathan making Jersey girl Merideth cry.
And wasn't Jonathan an ASS when they got to the Viking Village all yelling " I SO proud of me!" Fucking Idiot Bastard Jr. (Hats off to my Ex for still being FIB #1.)
If Hornboy doesn't watch it, he could earn himself a FIB title. WTF was all that drama about a pair of lost sunglasses? I am still amazed that some people treat others with so little respect. You would think she would think twice about a man who values his sunglasses over her. The formally dating couple needs to stay just that. Formally dating.
Bolo and Lori still scare me. Did you hear him last night? "I used to get in fights, beat people up before she came along" HA, now he is getting a dose of his own medicine!
I am still not sure who I want to win but I can sure tell you who I think deserves NOT to win.
But then, my opinion and a quarter wouldn't buy you a cup of joe anymore...

Tuesday, November 23, 2004

C and E Part deaux

(Title is linked to part 1)

"Uh..Excuse you!" A female voice uttered.
Frank looked to his left and saw the lady, inches from his face, trying to make her way out of the shop.
"Why the hell can't you bums find somewhere else to hang out?" She said with disgust.
"We could go home an hang with you lady!" George said grabbing is crotch, his face scrunched up tightly and he stuck his tongue out, wagging it around.
"Oh - My - God." The lady said disgustingly. She clutched her bags tightly and spun on her heals hurrying away from them.
George cracked up and spat out “Upper crust bitch!”
The others chuckled.
Frank wished they would all shut up as they were interrupting his thoughts of the beautiful woman he had been watching. He looked down the street again, hoping she would come back, but it didn't look as though luck was shining on him today. Hell, Lady Luck hadn’t graced him with her presence in what seemed like years. Ever since…well ever since his downhill slide started about 3 years ago, but he wouldn’t allow himself to think about that now.
"FRRRR--AAANNKK!" George yelled out. "What the hell is your head? Are you having grand delusions again?"
Frank laughed half-heartedly, "I wasn't thinking about anything George. Pick on someone else, damn!" he said while shaking his head. George was basically good at heart but most everyone found him annoying as hell.
"Anyway, Karl here was telling us all about his business had before he wound up here on the streets. Did you know Karl was an antri-pit-newer?"
"That's entrepreneur George, no wonder you live out here." Karl bellowed with a sarcastic laugh.
“I’d watch that if I where you buster,” George retorted, “You’re standing right here in the street beside me.”
Frank gave George a look to calm down, stuffed his hands deeper in his pockets, searching for any warmth.
The snow started to fall in a light, featherlike dance; a light dusting was starting to show on the street.
“Let’s head over to St. Michaels and grab a bed for the night before they are all gone.” Karl said. “If we are lucky Sister Joan will have made her special chicken soup and my bones could use a warm bed tonight.”
They all mumbled in agreement and Frank’s stomach started to rumble at the thought of a good hot meal.
Frank looked down the street, then up at the snow, it’s pristine white perfect freshness all wrapped in a tight frozen cocoon.
It was at this moment he decided his life would change. It had to change.
The three of them took off up the street heading to the church. Each of them joking and cutting up with the other trying to help keep their spirits up.

I Am the Dressing

You Are the Stuffing

You're complicated and complex, yet all your pieces fit together.People miss you if you're gone - but they're not sure why.
What Part of Thanksgiving Are You?

Does this mean I am full of shit or stuffed up a turkeys butt?


Monday, November 22, 2004

Getting ready for Turkey Day!

Tonight I started getting things done for the big day.
Turkey Day..
Day of eating to much and the triptophan (sp?) making you sleepy. Ahh yes, Thanksgiving.
As I bake cornbread to dry out for the dressing, good smells abound in my home. Reminds me of my grandmothers house, the matriarch of my family, and whom we all went eat at any holiday. My grandmother was my mother of sorts as she raised me most of my life. I remember her teaching me how to make her dressing among other things. She would hold her hand out pour salt in her palm and say "Use this much salt." or "About this much liquid." Showing me how soupy the dressing should be so it doesn't dry out. She never measured and always got it right. No one made a better pie, chicken, dressing, cake than my granny.
Don't got there, you won't win.
So anyway, that is how I cook most things now, with out measuring. For some reason it isn't as good as Nannies. Go figure..

Sunday, November 21, 2004

Cooking with Red

In previous years, at Christmas time, I have baked cookies, mini cakes and breads for my co-workers. In preparation for this I started a cookbook several weeks ahead of time, that I would give to them with all the recipies inside that I had baked. I am thinking I am going to do the cook book this year again rather or not I get the baking done. This year I am going to put more than just sweets in it, I think I will add family favorites and such. I am also going to give each recipie my own spin on the how too's.
Should be interesting!

Friday, November 19, 2004


Some peoples are like Slinkies, not really good for anything, but you still can't help but smile when you see one tumble down the stairs.

Thursday, November 18, 2004

Time Warp Aug 30 1901

Another excerpt from times past:

After waiting so long to hear from Agnes and the children we wrote another letter to them to day to see what is the matter with them that they don't write to us both the old ladie and me. If they would write to us and let is know how they are getting a long. if we knew that they where all well we would be contented then.

Sometimes I feel I am intruding on George Griffiths life reading his journal. Others I feel I was meant to have it. If I hadn't come across it, it would have surely been destroyed. I would love to find his family and give it to them. As I post more of his journal, you will see why I feel like I do. Some of it is very personal. Can you imagine the times back then? Your family, friends, loved ones move off, via wagon, and not being able to pick up that phone and check up on them.
Did they make it to their destination? Where they ambushed? Are the kids sick?

George lived in Indian Territory. Some days he posted day after day, some days not at all. All else I can attest to besides family and this journal that George had, was an old pump organ that was in the barn. The barn was resting on the old organ as if to play it's last song before hitting the ground. Yes I was nosey, I looked.

Wednesday, November 17, 2004

The Thinking Mans Reality Show

So last night I had quite the dilemma on deciding what to watch on the Tele. I have seen the previews to House MD and have always been a fan of the Amazing Race. No way could I dial switch these two and if you ever have seen the amazing race you would know why. So Amazing Race it was.
First I just want to ask why every year someone puts regular gas in a diesel vehicle? You KNOW they watch the show or they wouldn't want to be on it. Maybe it's those horns on hornboy that is blocking the flow of brain energy...
Second, Jonathan makes me want to DRINK ADULT BEVERAGES! He is part of the married entrepreneur couple. He belittled, bitched, nagged Victoria at every freaking turn. He better not ever come my way. Then in the same hand Victoria pisses me off cause she is married to him. I shouldn't say much as I was married to "The Bastard" for way to many years. I shall dub Jonathan, The Bastard Jr.".
Now, WTF is up with the wresting couple? That is one bitchy woman, Even after Mr Dew-rag took the blame and apologized she STILL wouldn't shut up. Geez she gives women a bad name. Then they try to cover it up by saying that is their way of communicating... yeah whatever...I have always heard that taking "preformance drugs" effects your personality, makes you an angry person and effects your sex drive. Pent up sexual energy perhaps? hummm...
Normally I like the father daughter teams. Is it me or does Gus just not seem really into the game?
Don and Mary Jean, I say YOU GO GUYS! I don't think they will go far, but you just gotta root for them especially after they both climbed the ice wall..I don't want to sound "cliche'" when I say this but that was GREAT for their age.. Hell I don't think I coulda done that.
Last nights first place couple were refreshing. They flew, drove, mapped, waterfalled, slept on the iceberg, climbed the ice wall and found the Blue Lagoon and actually got along! WOW, go figure! So they may be to nice to win this but right now my money is with them!
Oh and the "Thinking Mans Reality Show" came from a review in the newspaper of upcoming shows. I take that as a complement thank you!

Tuesday, November 16, 2004

Finally a Funny Commercial

This one makes me laugh, and it has been a long time since a commercial has been funny!

Holiday Pepsi

Be sure to watch the TV ad and also listen to the radio ad.
Sing with me!
It's sure a swell party, and your a great host!
But please no more eggnogg, cause Eggnogg is gross!

Eggnogg is gooey, It clogs up my throat,
It's icky, its yucky, it makes me bloat.

Eggnog by the gallon, eggnog by the cup,
taste the same going down as it does coming up!

I'll wrap all your presents, with ribbon and tag,
But please no more eggnogg, cause it makes me gag!

Ahhh, the Holidays!!

Monday, November 15, 2004

So I am watching the AMA's

Did you watch last night?

First I want to say, thanks to some artists previous stunts, this show has gotten way to boring. Our musical artists are supposed to have 'tude man! I expect to watch this show and come away thinking OMG I can't believe (he/she/they) did that!

My thoughts last night as I watched in ramdom order:

OMG what the HELL is Anna nicole on? Trim spa my ass, she's a crack ho!
(and was it just me but did millions of women everywhere that has ever had a weight issue smile when she held her hands above her head, really high I might add, to clap and her upper arms flapped?) My husband said, "She is always like that." I was like no way, this is far past the dumb blonde catagory.

Alicia, NOOOOOOOO! Girl, what where you thinking wearing those pants? Did you find some of Anna's weight or does your stylist need to be fired? DAMN baby got back!

Does Uncle Kracker EVER wash his hair? Did Kenny run to the bathroom and wash his hands after they "High-fived"? He just looked dirty.

And Lenny cut his hair!! I like it better long or fro'd, but he is still a little cutie though...

I wonder if he/she/they are lip sinking...

Is Gwen Steffani ever going to age?

I think Jessica was really close to giving everyone in the front row a free show. But when she belted out that high note that isn't on the record, you knew it was "Live not Memorex".

John Meyer can make some faces now! WOW! He looks like he is hurting when he sings. I am gonna turn the volume done and watch...

Snoop Dog having a bake sale. The first thing I thought was "What is REALLY in those brownies" The second was "OH! That's where Anna got her drugs!"

Kelly Osborne... get a grip on your hair! Man I know you want your own identity but damn!

I flipped back and forth between the AMA's and the "Catagory 6" disaster movie.

I want my Desperate Housewives and Boston Legal back!

Thursday, November 11, 2004

Purples and Reds and Whites...

So my boss comes in yesterday and sees all the pills on my desk. Purple ones (see previous post), red ones (vitamins), white ones (calcium), beige ones (supplements) etc.
He picks up the purple one and goes "What is this?"
"It is that new pill that is supposed to help you lose weight, especially around the middle!"
See him pick a pill up, act like he is rubbing it on his SKINNY waist and say,
"Does it work like this?"

I love my boss!

Wednesday, November 10, 2004

Purple Pills and Office Politics

4 of us in the office decided to go in together and purchase a bottle of the newest "help you lose weight" pill. (No Ephedra). Last Friday we went to the local Wally World, (that should tell you something), and divided the contents four ways. Well of course it was the weekend so we decided to wait until Monday to start. Funny, we all agreed on that with out ever talking to each other, just that look we all gave each other as we doled the pretty purple pills out last friday at about 3;30.
So Monday got here, we all did that, "Did you take any?" "No, but I am starting today., how about you?", "Np, but I am gonna today too!", conversation.
I don't know if I am losing any weight thanks to my new friend Purple-ina, but I THINK my pants feel loser, probably just in my head though. So we where talking today and 3 of the 4 of us have more energy and actually feel better. Sounds like a poll doesn't it, 3 of 4 pill users recommend ex-lax...
Anyway, rambling here,
It is a good energy, not hyper, not shaky, not a "I feel like I am on speed" rush. Don't gasp, I am a child of the 70's, and the phrase "I never inhaled" never should have been uttered out of his mouth. It is just not to freaking wiped out when we got home. We also find it is a lot easer to tolerate the brown nosers and the office politic crap. it just slides by us as we fly down the halls with the greatest of ease. ha ha.
So I will finish out my fourth and see how it goes.

I like wanting to do things when I get home!!!

Tuesday, November 09, 2004

Pride and a New Pair of Shoes

After quite the night of visiting, trading stories and learning about each other it seems it all boils down to shoes.
Back in the 1900's seems a certian son had a fight with a certian father figure over a new pair of shoes. The family wasn't poor, but then again not well off. The son had joined the calvary an served honorably his country. When he recieved a commission, that he well earned it seems that he purchased himself a shiny pair of black button up shoes. Quite the style for a man of those times. No granted, none of us where there, and anyone how was is long deceased but it seems this got in the craw of the father figure.
The son left.
On more current documents we find him claiming his mother, but nary his father. He substituted more famous men of the same last name.
But always his mother.
On obituaries of the other children, none of them list him as living relative and living he was when most of them passed. His father passed in 1960 and listed him as a son, address unknown.
How sad.
Meeting the family I heard tales of how much he did not want children. They spoke of his wife and how badly she wanted children. He was very determined that he would not have any. After she gave up and they quit trying, you guessed it, she got pregnant. She had to amke him swear on the bible that if anything happened to her, he would raise the child. Reluctantly he did. But he had little to do with the baby while the mother and child where in the hospital and when they came home.
He was a judge in his new town, and the occasion of his sons birth was news worthy of reporting by the local press. The paper came to the house to interview and take a picture. They had to keep telling him to get closer to the baby. And at that perfect moment, when he was but inches from the baby, the baby reached out and grabbed his finger with it's little hand. His wife says at that moment you could see the love wash over him.
What could have happened back when he had that fight with the father figure?
How could it have been so bad to effect him that way most of his life?
All over a new pair of shoes.
And Pride of the father and son.

Monday, November 08, 2004

Chilis the new salvation spot??

Over the weekend the hub and I went to Chili's to partake of a semi light late lunch early dinner. It was a busy place as it often seems to be, especially since it is near the mall. We asked for first available and therefore had a rather short wait. First seating to become available was in the bar area. We sat in a booth right at the end of the bar and next to where all the servers go in and out. At the bar was a middle aged dark haired man, having a beer and smoking a cig. As a server would go in or out of the kitchen, he would make a comment to them. Some of the comments where rather lame and I wanted to stand up and go, "here's your sign" but as I listened, I began to feel sorry for the man. They all knew him way to well so that showed me he was there way to often. He obviously had nowhere else to go on a Saturday afternoon and it was apparent that he was single.
Craving interaction with others.
If he would have talked to me and the hub, I would have tried to carry on a conversation with him if nothing else but to appease his need for human contact of the verbal kind.
Chili's is not quite a bar, not quite a "family restaurant". I guess this place was safe ground for him.
So next time someone says something to you that you don't know, don't retreat, speak back. You may be their salvation for the day.

Saturday, November 06, 2004

Future Present

Well Mary Charles did look like a thought, average height, thin, dressed neatly. She and her son Rob arrived before I got home actually. Rick was here to great them and it was like everyone knew each other. I arrived home and they where already looking through the pics I layed out on the table talking and telling stories.
Several family members came out, which I ws glad for. Jim Gainer (Ricks Uncle), his daughter and her family, Norma Glidwell Ricks sister, Skip Matheny, Ricks's cousin. I think a good time was had by all. We got to ID more of the pictures, tell stories, open closets.
Out of the visit branched a trip for me to Mary Charles house and one for Rick, Norma, Mary Charles, and I to Richwood.
Today I am EXHAUSTED, but I have this really nice feeling inside.

Thursday, November 04, 2004

Times Past

One of my pastimes and likes has been genealogy. I have this unnatural curiosity to know where I came from. Way back from. It is like working a puzzle backwards. One leg of my family I have back to 1653 and one to 1550. But those are people and stories from another time
After getting married I wanted to add mt new husbands to my ever growing tree. I think I bug him by asking him to call so and so and ask what they know, or do they have pictures. For some reason both lines of his family are very "quiet" about things like that. Something I don't think I will ever understand other than that is the way it is.
Well his grandmother was a Seward from West Virginia. She was one of 13 children, 4 boys rest girls. Well it seems one brother took off and the family didn't know really know where he was. I did a search online and came across a posting from back in 2000 from someone else it appeared to be looking for him. I thought, "2002, I bet I never get an answer." I e-mailed the poster and waited. It wasn't long till I got an answer. "It sounds like it could be the same person!" I got back. So I sent a picture.
Sure enough I got an e-mail back, "I think it is him!" they said and asked for my number. I sent it and that afternoon I got a call. Charles never told his wife or kids much abut his family except there was 13 of them, and he left at a young age.
"I think it is him and so does my husband. My husband is his grandson. We sent the picture to his mother and we will see what she says."
Next day, confirmation is recieved. "His daughter confirms that is her dad!"
This started a very hectic 2 weeks. Me, looking for pictures to send. She, sending what she could to me. They asked to meet.
We said SURE!
They are coming Friday afternoon, Charles daughter, her son and his wife. The grandson and wife couldn't come. I hate that.
Some might think, man I can't imagine what they might be thinking. I can. For 10 years I did not know where my mother was. When I found her I was scared, excited, nervous...
I can imagine what it is like to know out there somewhere you have a history, but what is it.
To meet family you never knew.
I am excited, She is excited. I feel like I know her already.
I imagine her of average height, greying hair, and very neatly dressed. Will I be right? Who knows, I will say I am rarely wrong.
So I have blown up the one family portrait taken about 1919 with 12 of the 13 children, enlarged copies of the census reports I have found them in, layed all the pics out on the table. Now I wait.
The suspense is killing me, and I am not even really related.
I hope I sleep tonight!

Tuesday, November 02, 2004

I Voted

I did my civic duty. Because I wanted to , not for any other reason.
I got my little sticker too!
It was nice to see all they younger crowd there.
I can't say I am not disappointed in the percent that vote each election, but I don't get out to register voters and do my part to raise the count so.....

Monday, November 01, 2004

August 8, 1901

Periodically I want to post some excerpts out of a journal I found in an old abandon house about 20 years ago. When I post these I will not change the spelling or verbiage. The time period of the Journal is 1884 to 1907, Coalgate Indian Territory. The journal was originally a financial ledger for the Enterprise Lodge of Coalgate.
Today's excerpt, a trip, a "bargin" and a crop:

Aug 8 1901 . Me and the old Ladie took a trip to Bridgeport and there we started back hom George came with us and on 13 Ellis came up here and made a bargin to run the place for half the crop but it is to be cultivatedwright or not at all. he agread to do it all an work the crop wright and put the crop in on time.

Friday, October 29, 2004

Dressin up

Today we dressed at work for halloween. I think a good time was had by all.
I was a sheriff.
No one knew who I was!
I will try to post a pic this weekend.
I won $30!
even better!
I can take my Hubby to Mickey D's for dinner!

Thursday, October 28, 2004

Funerals and Preachin'

I went to a funeral last weekend. Won't say who, but...
funeral started at 2. cool.
they started with playing two songs sort of blue-grassy. cool
then the preacher got up. Said a word or 2 about the deceased, then proceeded for the next HOUR to yell at us, stomp his feet, clap his hands, slap the pulpit all the while preaching .. no yelling to us how we are going to hell if we drink, (insert his personal story here), Need to be saved (insert his personal story here), make a comment about people looking at their watches,
2 more personal stories here, etc.
for an hour.
he sat down.
THEN they play 2 more songs.
in the songs yells "are you saved?" and "Amen" repeatedly.
Like anyone I know is going to go to the front during a funeral, stand by the coffin, and say "Save me!"
I thought funerals where for the living.
to honor the dead.
and be inspirational to the greiving family at this trying time.
I guess I am wrong huh.

Wednesday, October 27, 2004


I am a big fan of the vote.
I think everyone should exercise their right to vote. If we forget to vote, or just don't care to vote, think what could happen!
I made sure I registered to vote when I moved to this new state of mine.
Now, who to vote for...
It doesn't matter if I am republican or democrat because....
all I hear is he/she did this or that...
He/She moved here 2 months ago to run fo office
I want to do this or that...
Someone tell me how you want to cut taxes, save Seniors money on their drugs, support the middle man...
Tellme your plan man!!!
Let me judge you on that and if I think you can do it or not.
Does your plan sound feezable? THAT should be my choice..
Hell I can say I want to do something all day and never do it..Doesn't make me honest or an achiever..
Oh and let me close with:
I am redhead, and I paid for this ramble.

Monday, October 25, 2004

Halloween - Pick a day

Will someone tell me why we have to decide when to trick or treat? When I was little Halloween was on the 31. Halloween, all hallowed eve...
It's for little kids
who shouldn't be out late anyway
if it falls on sunday, go before nite church if you attend church

OMG what a thought, Halloween ON Halloween!

Wednesday, October 20, 2004

Free is a four letter word

A good four letter word.
a LONG time ago... like in several months, when I first moved here I was shopping around for a radio station. Some of the people at work listened to WMAG 99.5 so I checked out their web site and registed for win "Lunch with Ron Davis", their mid day DJ, from Baja Fresh.
Well they called me last Thursday and told me I had won a lunch with Rod Davis for myself and up to 10 co-workers. They would be out
Yeah for me!
So I decided to invite people I work with on a day to day basis. Several asked, in sort of a reverse question, "Ron Davis isn't coming is he?".
"I don't know but I guess so. I am pretty sure that is why they call it lunch with Ron Davis"
It all turned out well 'cept no Ron Davis. He had car trouble or something..just my luck.
But either way we got food.
Good Food.
Lot's of food.
Food enough for dinner tonight.
and it was


say free for me sister in your special way!

Tuesday, October 19, 2004

Why is it always...

When your with out your purse, you need a dollar, with out your car at a party, and it sucks but it is way to far to walk, you ALWAYS carry yor camera, but this time.. Not... and you need it?

I was on the way home today and I saw a sign sign that said..
Pumkin for sale
The K was backwards and the hand writting was, well, lacking to say the least.
(Please note there was no s on pumkin)
I look up the hill and into the yard and I see, oh, probably about four or five HUNDRED pumpkins.
And if you know me, you know what I thought next...
Is this a trick?
Which pumpkin is for sale?
Why are they only selling one pumpkin?
If I stop and go up in the yard and pick the one.. right... over ... there (see me stretch and point)
Will they stand up and laugh a half hardy - half evil laugh and yell out "WRONG! Go fish!"
What would I have to fish for in a sea of pumpkins?
The Evil Pumkin Charlie Brown?
What card would be dealt me next?

All those thoughts

And no camera..

Saturday, October 16, 2004

Fall Is Here!

Fall, ah in all it's glory!
The cool days and crisp nights. They turning of the leaves. Sleeping with the windows cracked and snuggling under warm downy quilts.
I opened my bedroom window last night just a bit, enough to let in the outside air. I jumped in the bed and the sheets where cool to the touch of my skin. I pulled up the new down filled quilt we had recently purchased. (On clearance no less, is there ever a better word that 75%off?)
He jumped in the bed and came over as close to me as he could get. I looked at him, our noses touching.
"Meow", he says looking at me like, well, a cat. A cat with that look on his face. You know the one. If he where human he would have his head slightly down, looking up at you with those eyes, his lower lip pursed... yeah that one.
I slide down a little more in the bed, flatten out my pillow and I can hear the purring start. He goes to the top of my head, stepping on my hair mind you and I try not to get aggrivated at him for that.
He gets as close to my head as he can.
He lays down curling around my head.
His belly is at the top of my head and the purring is echoing in my brain. He uses his nose and works his head under my hair. He purrs contently for about 10 minutes before he goes to sleep.
He is an Orange Tabby cat. I have red hair. I wonder, "If someone turned the light on would it look like I have on a hat? Or had lots of hair? Or had a huge growth? Or maybe a B-52 hairdo? Would he be lost up there, mixed up in all the mingled red hair?"
He is in kitty paradise.
Ah, fall, a season I love.

Phame and Phortune

I am not sure how I feel about this. I am busy for a month, I come back to blog world and Belle de Jour is blogging no more. I would say she sold out, but hell, if I wrote that well I would damn sure jump on that bandwagon!
It is a sad day, a sad day


Friday, October 15, 2004

The Bastard

Today is the bastards birthday!

Happy Birthday Bastard!!!

re - my ex....


I'm back!!

Least I hope so.

Wedding is over, but my life hasn't seemed to settled down yet..
I have some things I want to post that may or may not interest everyone but what the hay...
like some of my families genealogy, more stories, excerps out of a journal that I had found and it is from back in the 1880's to the 1900's, and some just crap!

Todays crap...
This is first of the month, an accounting nightmare week. Today I was working my arse off cause I wanted to leave at 4. Not that I go in every day at 7 counts... anyway, I was rush, rush, rush trying to all my stuff done. At 4:15 I succeeded in my hopes of leaving early. I bent down to get my purse off the floor and I hear

Oh Oh

I stood up and felt the seam of my jeans and everything felt OK.. So I was thinking...OK it ahs to be small and I am on my way home anyway. So off I go. Once I get outside I feel a cool draft.
Lo and behold my pants are split by my pocket...about 8 inches!

Thank god I didn't wear my thong today! That would be GROOOOSSS!!

So now I have one pair of jeans and payday isn't for another week!... oh well!!

So theres some crap!


Thursday, September 09, 2004

Friday - Friday

Friday R and R went golfing early in the AM. T, E and I had planned to have breakfast so we went the back roads to Assboro (Asheboro) so they could see the Uwharrie Mountians. Pretty road, beautiful drive. J slept in, she isn't a morning person anyway, but was especially tired after the drive up from A on Thursday, then being up late going to the Airport to get E.
We went to I-HOP. I know, there are I-HOPS everywhere, but Assboro lacks for quaint eating establishments. We had a fine breakfast of the "Friday Special for 3.99". I had heard of a cool antique shop in downtown assboro and so after eating our fine I-HOP fare, we wandered over.
Can I say an OMG it was to die for!!! I will be going back. Back in Texas the term "Antique Store" has turned into more of a junk shop. I guess all of the good antiques are sold and that is all that is left. Anyway, I degress...
This shop was pack full of stuff! It was set up for people to rent spaces and rent they did. I don't think there was an empty spot in the place. The shop is in an old 2 story building and the mini-shops fill both floors. Everytime we thought we where almost thru, we would round another corner and a new room filled with things to see would appear. The most unique thing I think we saw was an antique jugglers case complete with wooden pins, wooden rings and hatchets! We just hit the high spots in there and spent a good 2.5 hours.
The caterers called and wanted to come set up the tent, so much to my dismay, we finished up and headed home.
The caterers arrived and set up the tent saying they would return Monday to take it down. Cool!! Think I am not getting my moneys worth out of this puppy you are wrong!
R and R where back from golfing and they set up out tent for the caterers to serve under.
Then R and I did our cooking for dinner that night. Rehersal was at the house of course and family would be there for dinner, 17 in all. Now I haven't cooked for that many in quite a few years and kept second guessing how much to fix. I fixed 2 sheet cakes as I was unsure who would eat dessert etc..
Oh and how about a taste test results..I made a yellow BC cake with Chocolate icing and a Devils Food (Plsbry) cake with white icing. The Devils food cake was dry, dry, dry. I will never buy Plsbry cake mix again!!! Just thought I would pass that on to you.
Everyone got there about 6:30, we ate first to appease the crowds and then started rehersal. It was too funny! I LMAO.. I think the preacher was getting rather nervous at all the families antics and wondering 1) what had he gotten himself into and 2) where we going to act that way tomorrow?? We ran thru our paces twice, the preacher said we had it down, (that or he just wanted to leave), and we visited and joked till about 10:30. Good times where had by all!
Tomorrow – Wedding Day!

Tuesday, September 07, 2004

Weekend Celebrations

We couldn't have asked for better weather for the weekend. Hurrican Frances out there threatening my friends in Florida and we had sunshine, 75 and a cool breeze. Family came in all on Thursday, most arriving late but not to late to have a few laughs! Friday was great, Sat was great, Sunday was great, Monday was great!.. We had a weekend long celeberation and that is just what I had hoped for. All families met for the first time and got along swimmingly. I am going to post pictures and more tales, but for today will update Thursday.
T & R where flying in from Big D to Raleigh. They had a great flight, arriving 20 minutes early actually and drove over from the airport. J and I went to get my son E at the Greensboro airport. He was late as his flight out of Austin was delayed, AND his connecting flight out of Atlanta.
Now, my step mom T (being the little proper southern lady that she is) has everyone watching their language. So after a brief reprisal in the car after picking up E, E, J and I decided we better use up our weekend allotment of the F word before we got home. So for no reason at all we F'd this and F'd that. we had each other in stitches. No don't get me wrong, we don't use the F word that much, but it was just knowing we had to watch our P's and Q's in front of T...
So we got home, everyone arrived safely, gave all a brief tour of the house, then off to bed we went to start a Friday......

more to come....

Tuesday, August 31, 2004

Shhh, Don't tell anyone I am here!


I say that cause I haven't been here in a while and wouldn't want to break this spell I have going!
Seriously, things have been so hectic with work and getting ready for the wedding. I haven't had time to read my sister or my son much less check in on the strip joint. WOW what gives with that. Now I am having to be creative and write my own vows.
How is
I like you
You like me
LOL just joking.
My work gave us a shower and his work gave us a shower.. so we are all clean now. ha ha
In actuality they where very nice and un-expected.This week I have something to do every day at lunch and every evening but I will soon get back to the blog more faithfully. Besides I have part 2 of my story about the homeless man and the woman in the yellow tobagan in my head and I have to get it out. Yeahm it hurts in there!
My sister J from A in G will be here tomorrow, YEA! and my son and rest of fam will be here late Thursday night. My sister J from A in G is making the music happen... mucho grasso to her!
My son is walking me down the aisle, mucho grasso to him!
And I am trying hard as hell to stay as far away from tradition that I can!
I have made my flowers, A (R's daughter) made the tablecloths, A and I made the cake topper, (you should see it! We put motorcycles on it!)
All the guy friends are riding their motorcylces to the wedding and we are parking them in the back yard near the festivities.
I am pretty proud of what I have made! Looks pretty damn good if I say so myself! Only thing I have to make is a gauzy drapey thing that goes on the back porch, so if I am going to get that done I best get off my ass!

Later and will post pics!

Thursday, August 12, 2004

My sister Lilly and my Son Eric Posted by Hello

Meet Lilly's Kids

Yes the pictures below area my sisters kids. I swear she is trying to make he own sports team!!
They are very good kids.
Bobby is rather shy, but particular about his appearance, Meggan was knocked out as my sister has started a donut shop and she got up at 3 AM to help make the donuts. Jennifer LOVES those red boots, don't dare ask her not to wear them! Madyson, even though only a year, knows no strangers! Scarlett likes to color and chew gum.
Due to the miles apart I don't get to see these kids often enough. Some this was the first time in seeing...
Ahhhh family!

Meggan, First born Posted by Hello

Scarlett, Scarlett Posted by Hello

Cowgirl Jennifer Posted by Hello

Only Boy Bobby Posted by Hello

Meet Madyson  Posted by Hello

Tuesday, August 10, 2004

Temple mural Posted by Hello

Temple Art Posted by Hello

Buddist TEmple Posted by Hello

Buddist Temple in Texas Posted by Hello


Been a while since posting! I have been super busy getting ready for the upcoming events and all, but I have to post 2 more things about my Texas Trip.
This being one of the 2. The other the pics of my sisters family...but those later.
Out in the middle of nowhere, amongst the mesquite trees and dirt, we happened upon this Temple. The red pointed roof poking up to the sky, and it looked so out of place. Of course me and my photographer mind I wanted to get closer so we decided to see if we could get some good pics at the gate. We arrived at the gate and it was open, clearly a sign, and we entered. They had an office and I went in to see if they minded if I took pictures. The office was open, but no one inside. So we ambled towards the temple, hoping to get a shot or 2 before some one yelled at us or chased us off the place. A lady came up and introduced herself, Her name was Vai, she was very friendly and asked us if we wanted to go inside. OMG! YES!!
She gave us a brief history of the place. It has been there 20 years. There are 14 (15) monks who live there and have never been off the property. The community outside is Laotian, Thai and Veitamese. They share in taking care of the monks. The temple started out being a trailer, and they built the building in the pictures you see by hand.
I can't explain the beauty of this place, the artwork and detail is exquisite! I posted 2 of the the artwork inside. It is all hand done and the temple is covered from floor to 20 ft ceiling with these murals. It also houses the largest Budda in North America.
Downstairs the communities children where learning their culture and respect for their elders. One little boy came up to me, he was all curious about us, as us wuth them. She spoke to him in their native tongue, he looked at me, bowed and said hello. WOW..
After our tour Vai invited us back anytime for 6 PM prayers or to come at their New Year celebration (in April). In this day and age of hate, terrorism, etc, they where so open and friendly. Outside the temple when we came out where 2 kids bikes and it seemed such a contrast of old and new. I posted that pic. Also 2 of the monks where working in the yard, one spotting the other who was driving a roller, both monks in their robes. Both monks oblivious to us. They also have a website
This was totally awesome and probably my favorite part of the trip. I will go back there and attend prayers.
Vai invited us to come back anytime. I will visit there again and encourage anyone else to go too.

Wednesday, July 28, 2004

My son and I! Posted by Hello