Sick

Well, the bug has found me....I will return soon....

NOW I WANT THESE SHOES!

Header

I will mention the header briefly before I change it. The photo in the front is of my first husband and first son. It was taken when I was 24 years old and visiting my mother and grandparents in a small Tennessee town, Paris. I look like a hippie, but, I was not. I was a young mother of a two year old and was a full time nurse in a newborn ICU. The picture in the back is a picture of my father. He worked at a sawmill as a lumber inspector. I have one of his books with his actual writing in it....my mother saved it. It is special to me because he died when I was five years old.

Cartoon by Dave Walker. Find more cartoons you can freely re-use on your blog at We Blog Cartoons.

Mobile Tunnel

On the way home from the beach...July 2009. This is a view of the Mobile tunnel, I always hate to enter it on the way home. It means we are really leaving the beach, the ocean, the waves, the smell of salt water. Only a mere week before, I was filled with
anticipation of seeing the ocean, seafood dinners, and sand between my toes. Now we are on our way home. I think back to the time when I was driving the car and Brian and Kevin were small. I would hollar to the back seat..."Boys, we are going in the tunnel"...they'd wake briefly to humor me. I'd say, "In a minute, we won't be able to hear the radio". It was always strange to believe we were so far under the bay that the radio reception was interrupted. Nowadays, Kevin is driving and I just sit quietly as we go through the tunnel, the music on the CD player never missing a beat. But, I miss not being able to announce "Boys, we won't be able to hear the radio soon. We're going through the Tunnel"!!!!

More Inspiration To Write

And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt. ~Sylvia Plath

I Am Secure

I have all doors secure with security doors. Man, do I ever!

For some reason when I came home today and tried to open my back door, no go... It would not click, you know, that little noise when the lock unlocks. Oh no, I have to try the front door. So, I unlock car so I can open the electric gate, walk to the front, thanking my lucky stars it had warmed up to 40F, but, with that wind my ears were cold. I am thinking, it's ok, I will just go in the front door....I put the key in, tried the lock, and NO! say it isn't so!!! The Front Door refused to open. Don't panic! It is just the way I held my mouth. Try the Back Door again. I walk calmly to the back, put the key in, no go. I go back to the front, back to the back. I was like those who do not learn from their mistakes and keep repeating the same thing. If my neighbors were watching I am sure they thought I was nuts.

So, what was I to do. I had one more door to try. The one that opens to the screened in porch, the one I never use, the one that has a chain lock on it, so it would not matter if I get the storm door open or not. I try anyway, and YooHoo, it opened! But, there was that chain lock. I tried with my skinny hand, to slip the chain, but, NO! it will not work. I have to break in. I know that sounds extreme, but, I needed to, well, we won't get into that....I call my son, and tell him he has to come kick the door in. He thinks I have lost my mind, BUT, I HAVE NOT! COME OVER HERE AND BREAK IN YOUR MOTHER'S HOUSE!!!!

He came, he kicked in the door, I thanked my son for a job well done...and carried on with my day....

Me

I have a few readers, and I love when they visit and comment. I wish I were more creative with my words. I heard today that everyone is creative. So, why do the words seem so poetic in my brain, but jumbled on page? Could it be my world revolves around my work, my children and grandchildren? Is that all my brain "thinks up"? I read other blogs and think YES, that is me. It is like they are talking about me! So, why can I not tell you all about it? Do I not want my family to know my thoughts. To know the way I feel on any given day? I go through the gamut of feelings each day. I rarely am happy all day, sad, mad, or frustrated. I seem to be one of those people that are on the fence and can fall either way in my thoughts, feelings, desires. I can grump all the way to work, then, get there and be so happy to see all my friends, and love my assignment and coo with the babies. I can think to myself, why do I have to work with Her today? Oh, no, not that baby. Throw myself into a dreaded river of negativity. However, I do not tend to stay in that state very long. Whew! My heart jumps in and I have a change in my view of the day, of life. Now, why can't I tell you what I feel?

Forrest and his Guitar

Forrest is really Into his new guitar....He has that look of a serious rock star about to jam!!!

Lily's New Do!!!!

Lily, who has always loved LONG hair. She finally decided she wanted to get it cut.... So, before school started back, she did it!!!

My New Year's Hello

Shannon brought Max and I New Years Party Hats and Noise Makers....we also had pastries from the French Bakery.....
Our first New Year's Eve together I danced with him at Midnight. He was 9 months old....