Monday, March 23, 2009
I replied, "I love you too!" After a moment I said, "I love God too. You know, he gave you to me."
"He built me?" B asked. I chuckled and replied: "Yes I guess he did."
B asked, "Did he use a hammer?"
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
(Grandpa and Cheyenne)
I remember Cheyenne because.....da da dum.(insert dramatic pause here)...
Cheyenne ended up becoming kinda famous. However, I use the term "famous" loosely.
Maybe I should clarify. She would have been famous if it weren't for being in the shadows of another.
Maybe you have heard of her.
Her name was Lassie.
Yeah, she even had her own tv show. I guess she was a real hit.
No one probably even noticed Cheyenne. Of course, Cheyenne never saved Timmy from drowing, or notified anyone that Timmy had been kidnapped or stopped a villan all on his own........... You get the picture.
I am not sure how it all went down, but I do know that Grandpa sold Cheyenne and she ended up being on a few episodes of Lassie.
And we have a picture to "prove" it.
And I use the term "prove" lightly. I don't think it would stand up in court. But it is enough proof for me.
Don't be shy. Feel free to ask me for autographs.....
Monday, March 09, 2009
I asked my kids, L, age 5 and B, age 3, these 22 questions about me and Steven. Their answers were funny and entertaining.
1. What is something mom always says to you?
L-"She loves me"
1a.What is something daddy always says to you?
L-"he likes what I do and gives me money" -(side note, no money being given)
B-"I don't know"
2. What makes mom happy?
L-"When I do the stuff she tell me to."
B-"When I am nice."
2a. What makes daddy happy?
L-"When we play with him."
B-"Riding the tractor."
3. What makes mom sad?
L-"When we are mean to her and she tells us to stop doing stuff."
B-"I don't know"
3a.What makes daddy sad?
L-"When I eat my boogers. Actually, I don't do that anymore."
B-"When he takes away my stuff."
4. How does your mom make you laugh?
B-"Act silly and dances crazy."
4a. How does your dad make you laugh?
L-"When he says something funny to me."
B-"I don't know"
5. What was your mom like as a child?
L-"Like me and B"
B-"she slept in L's room"
5a. What was your dad like as a child?
L-"Went to school like us."
B-"pooped in his pants."
6. How old is your mom?
6a. How old is your dad?
7. How tall is your mom?
7a. How tall is your dad?
8. What is her favorite thing to do?
L-"Love on us"
B-"scrapbook" (This made me laugh coming from a 3 year old)
8a. What is your dad's favorite thing to do?
L-"Ride his tractors"
9. What does your mom do when you're not around?
L-"Do something for me and B."
B-"fix supper for us"
9a. What does your dad do when you're not around?
L-"Gets the horses ready."
10. If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for?
L-"Getting lots of flowers."
10a. If your dad becomes famous, what will it be for?
L-"All the money he needs." (Hmmm.....interesting.)
B-"working on his tractor"
11. What is your mom really good at?
L-"Putting me and my brothers clothes on."
B-"Doing something for daddy."
11a. What is your dad really good at?
B-"Driving the tractor"
12. What is your mom not very good at?
L- "Playing tennis" (referring to the Wii)
12a. What is your dad not very good at?
L-"Running....his hat comes off"
13. What does your mom do for her job?
L-"Works at the funeral home"
B-"She goes somewhere really important to work"
13a. What does your dad do for his job?
B-"Building a house." (Whaaaat?)
14. What is your mom's favorite food?
L-"Salad" (No L, that is your favorite food. Your mommy can't stand the stuff!)
B-"Biscuits and Gravy". (That is more like it!)
14a. What is your dad's favorite food?
B-"Macaroni and Cheese"
15. What makes you proud of your mom?
L-"When she does something I say." (Nice. Might need to work on that)
B-"I don't know"
15 a. What makes your proud of your dad?
L-"When he likes me." (Um, that is ALWAYS. You have him right where you want him!)
B-"When I love him I get him something to drink."
16. If your mom were a cartoon character, who would she be?
L-"Taylor Swift" When I informed her that Taylor wasn't a cartoon: "Wow Wow Wubzy"
B- "Wow Wow Wubzy" (This one perplexes me. I questioned them at different times and they said the same thing. How is this? We don't even watch Wow Wow Wubzy! I think I might start though.)
17. What do you and your mom do together?
17a. What do you and your dad do together?
18. How are you and your mom the same?
L-"Because we wear earrings"
B-"I don't know"
18a. How are you and your dad the same?
L-"we like horses".
B-"I don't know"
19. How are you and your mom different?
L-"Cause she is bigger."
B-"Because she puts something in her hair"
19a. How are you and your dad different?
L-"I don't wear a hat that much"
B-"I don't know"
20. How do you know your mom loves you?
L-"Because she kisses me alot"
B-"Because she just does"
20a. How do you know your dad loves you?
L-"He always gives me horse rides"
B- no answer-(I think he was tired of the questions)
21.What does your mom like most about your dad?
L-"That he put up her rails"
B-"He fixes something that is hers"
22. Where is your mom's favorite place to go?
L-"I guess because I don't really know.....H's (a convenient store), the new one"
Blake-"H's" (Seriously? We need to get out more!)
22a. Where is your dad's favorite place to go?
L-"The Rocking Chair"
From all accounts you can save some serious money IF you know the tricks of the trade.
I am about to learn those tricks for the small fee of $8 and a three ring binder.
I wonder if they have a coupon for that?
Friday, March 06, 2009
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
- He wasn't trying hard enough.
- He enjoyed the attention.
- He wanted everyone to feel sorry for him.
- He had given up.
When we boil it down, we are the same. All of us. When I am pushing 90, I doubt that I will be as content as he is even in his discontentment. In a perfect world his answer about staying in the nursing home wasn't exactly what one would expect, or rather what I would expect, but our world isn't perfect. And neither are we. But who is the bigger person, the one who pushes for the perfection (me) or the one who accepts that it isn't (Grandpa)?
My cousins and I laughed and talked about the times at Grandma and Grandpas and the fights we had for the honor to dine off of this fine piece of dinnerware. In order to make it fair and just, Grandma would have us draw straws. And let me tell you, the winner always had bragging rights......
* As the only female grandchild for almost eight years, I was surrounded and outnumbered by my male cousins. There were five of them and only one of me. As they were playing war in the basement, shooting guns and making forts, I was trying to teach them. I was the teacher.
This was my aid:
Oh, I had no strategy.
I tried to teach.......they saw war tactics..... I gave up and surrendered and shortly after I was shot. That is how it worked.
*Although I don't remember this particular doily, I think it is safe to say that I offer a safe haven of sorts for doilies in my house. This one here will fit in nicely.
* Although I don't remember my grandma being a tireless baker, I do remember this cookie jar. Grandma worked out of the home for my Grandpa's oil company. She was too busy being a wife, and mother and grandmother to bake incessantly. The cookies in "The Cracker Barrel" were generally store-bought and kind of stale, but they were there just the same. Its presence there in her kitchen was expected as was the tireless affection she showered on her grandkids.Although she didn't have time to bake endlessly, she did bake. In fact, during family gatherings you could smell the hot rolls and cinnamon rolls far before it was time to eat. I remember being shoo-ed out of the kitchen on many occasions trying to sneak a roll or two prior to the meal. I would hurry and grab one and run off squealing. As much as everyone loved her rolls I am surprised that any of them ever made it to the table.
She made the best rolls ever!
I miss her and her rolls.
As the grandkids laughed and joked and shared stories they had to share, I felt like Grandpa's house was no longer lonely, if just for that day.
Grandpa didn't leave the nursing home this weekend and I wished that he could have been there as we retold different memories that we had, recounting how he and Grandma had shaped our lives.
However, as sure as I was of his absence, I was equally sure of Grandma's presence.As we were sifting through items, my cousin Corban came out of a bedroom with a knitted hat on that our Grandma used to wear. I could feel the warmth spread through my body and I knew that Grandma liked what she saw. As I took my eyes off Corban and turned to look at my mom and aunt, there was both a sparkle and a sadness in their eyes. My aunt said "Wow" and my mom said, "mom would love seeing you in that".
Even as she said it, I know that she knew that Grandma already had.
As I came home Sunday night and was putting my treasures up, I thought a lot about my life and the people in it. I thought about how different each family member is and yet how perfectly they fit together.
Don't misinterpret this as meaning that any, or all, of them is perfect. No one is. It is just that despite hardships, despite differences and despite distances, each person adds a different dimension to the unit.
Some are conservative, some are liberal. Some are Baptist and some are Catholic. Some view things as completely black and others, completely white.
Yet despite of this, or maybe because of this, everyone blends together almost effortlessly. When everyone is together you can feel the love that each one has for the other and it is this that makes each of us more alike than we are different. When someone isn't there, there absence is palpable.
As I was turning off the lights and heading to bed I paused and looked at the Bible of Grandma's that I had placed in my living room. I opened it up to look again at the inscription inside. It had been given to my grandma by her brother and his wife, prior to her being married: "December 25, 1942"
In the quiet of the house I let myself have a moment to miss her completely. Without distraction. There are so many things I would like to ask, share and tell. All of which I am sure she already knows......
And although I am extremely thankful for the memories and the stories that were both created and shared this weekend, I am most thankful for the story that was shared in this book.
It is because of this book that I know that someday we will see her again and I just know that she will have some stories of her own to share.
Who knows, maybe she will even greet me with some of her homemade rolls.
Monday, March 02, 2009
This is a musical revolution of sorts.
I am not sure what that truly means......but it sounds right.
This is my new favorite song and I just wanted to share.
Is it the face of a child?
Is it the thrill of danger?
Is it the kindness we see in the eyes of a stranger?
Is is more than faith?
Is is more than hope?
Is is waiting for us at the end of our rope?
Chorus:I say it's love...
I say it's love...
Is it the one you call home?
Is it the Holy Land?
Is is standing right here holding your hand?
Is it just like the movies?
Is it rice and white lace?
Is it the feeling I get when I wake to your face?
Is it the first summer storm?
Is it the colors of fall?
Is it having so little?
And yet having it all.
Is it one in a million?
Is it a chance to belong?
Is it standing right here singing this song?
I say it's love.......(repeat)
Is it a veil or a cross?
Is it the poet's gift?
Is it the face that has launched over thousands of ships?
Is it making you laugh?
Is it letting you cry?
Is it where we believe that we go when we die?
Is it how you were made?
Is it your mother's ghost?
Is it the wish that I'm wishing for you life, for your life, for your life....the most.