Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Rough couple of weeks...

   Sorry I haven't been posting, but it has been a rough couple of weeks.

   My father passed away on July 5th, and his memorial service was the following Tuesday.
James W. Hampton
Miss you Daddy.

   Then on Wednesday, I had to take Jack (my fiance) to the ER. They intern transferred him to a bigger hospital an hour from our home.  Where he still is undergoing a lot of tests.

   So I have been running from hospital to home to check on things and back again. I'm pretty sure I passed myself at least a couple of times on the road.

   Hopefully. Things will settle back down soon, and I can get back on schedule. Now would be a great time to have an IPad or a Kindle. Then I could stay up on my reading and writing without losing my pen or my book every 5 minutes....

   I try to catch you all up soon. I am getting a lot of material and research done on hospitals, that's for sure.

 

Monday, June 27, 2011

Sending Out My Love...

     I was reading today about an old school friend, who is losing his brother to cancer. It reminded me that we never really know how long we will have on this earth. No matter what it is never as long as we think it is.

    In away a terrible disease maybe a blessing in disguise. It gives us the kick in the pants we need to talk and make our peace with each other. To tell the person how much we love them and reminisce about all the good times.

   When we lose them suddenly, everything we wanted to say remains unsaid. We wind up carrying around the guilt that we never really found the time for that phone call, to drop that card in the mail or even to email them.

   You know it is so easy to forget to let those you love the most know about it. We find it really easy to say I love that song...I love that book... OMG I loved him/her in that. We find it so easy to express our love for inanimate items, shows, stars, food, animals, you name it we LOVE it.

   But when it comes to those really close to us....we don't say the words. I guess we automatically assume since we know it … they know it.

   But do they?

   Think about it. Do you know for sure what is in the minds of your brother, sister, mother, father, or child? Do you know for sure without a single doubt your husband/wife, boyfriend/girlfriend loves you? How about the cousin, Aunt, Uncle or Grandparent you haven't seen or spoken with in over a year?

   How about your best friend of all times, the one you argued with the last time you spoke to them? You don't even remember what the argument was about now. Oh, but surely they know you didn't mean it when you said .... But do they really.

   I don't know about you but my ESP is on the fritz. I don't even know what I'm thinking half the time. I also know how easy it is to say the wrong thing and not even realize it. I may not be limber enough to kick like the Radio City Rockettes, but I can get my foot in my mouth without even trying.  

Rockettes Christmas Spectacular at Radio CityImage via Wikipedia

    So I would like to take this time to say to all my family far and wide, and all my friends.

I LOVE YOU, MORE THAN I CAN EVER SAY!!!!

   I think about you often. A lot more often than I let you know, and I am sorry for that. I will try to do better, but life has away of getting in the way. And days have a way of running together. Just remember that if I hurt your feelings or said something you didn't like, I really didn't mean it. It was just foot in mouth disease, and I am sorry. I would never intentionally say anything to hurt you.

   Now if you will excuss me I need to facebook, twitter, email and call some very important people in my life. Dang...it's too late to call now but I can at least do the rest.

   How about you?

   And before I forget to all those who are following and reading this blog....

THANK YOU. I REALLY APRECIATE ALL OF YOU.

   I just wanted you know that now.


   Oh and for those who may not know who the Radio City Rockettes are, check this out....





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Sunday, June 19, 2011

Happy Birthday ME...

   No it is NOT my birthday. It is my baby sisters. I will be nice and not say which birthday it is...She knows where I live and can out run me.

   When she was born, my mother told me and my brothers we would have to help her learn to spell her name. So when we called her we would spell it out. That quickly got shortened to just the first to letters, and she became M.E.

   Well for my baby brother's birthday I threw a virtual party...so...

HAPPY SURPRISE BIRTHDAY PARTY, SIS!!!!

Here is the cake. Go ahead and blow out the candles....


Have a glass of wine....


I had a sushi bar set up for you...


And I brought in some of your favorite musicians...


What a concert... Loved it...



Dedicated to your modeling...remember the hair show...




Just for the fun of it....



Road trips from College to the dance hall...

Vince is always right....


And one more from Bon Jovi. This is from me to you...





As you can tell my sister loves good music of all kinds.


Happy Birthday Sis... Enjoy your day...


Happy Father's Day to all you Daddies...

Father's Day Cake 2009Image by Jim, the Photographer via Flickr
   I would like to wish all the Dads of the world a Happy Father's Day. I am not sure if it is celibrated around the world or on the same day, but it doesn't matter. The Fathers of the world deserve praise everyday of the year. With out you we would not be here.


   I would like to wish an extra special Happy Father's Day to all the Daddies out there, after all it takes someone special to be a Daddy.

   A Daddy is the person who raises you to be who you are, even if he isn't you biological father. He wipes your tears, teaches you to ride a bike, how to fish, and how to drive (though I will never know how he could hold his breath that long).

   It's your Daddy who chases away the monster's under your bed and out of the closet. Daddy is the one to squash the big icky bug that chased you. He is the one who makes the best hamburgers and bar-b-q.

   He is also the one who taught you right from wrong, even when it hurt him as much as you. He is the one you never wanted to disappoint. The one you want to live up to.

   Yes, just about every man can be a Father, but there are a special few who can be a Daddy.

 
This Picture of my Daddy was taken by my Sister.
 
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Wednesday, June 8, 2011

What a Dad...

   I saw an article in the Houston Chronicle about the "Wave at The Bus" Dad. If you haven't seen this check it out.

   This dad gets up everyday of the school year and waves his teenager off to school on the bus. Sounds sweet doesn't it....Well... He waves every morning in a different costume. Yes, you read that right...costume. The Little Mermaid, a Pirate, a blushing BRIDE..(yes, he wore a real wedding dress.) just to name a few.

   This dad and the whole family have been written up in numerous papers. Is it embarrassing to his son... of course, that's the whole point. But the kid has a great attitude about it too.

   All I have to say is....

"Way to go Dale. I wish there was someone like you in my neighborhood. If there was I think I would become a morning person just to see you wave."


  Check out their website for the pictures. Since I didn't have permission to post one yet, I didn't.
But you have to see these costumes.  Click here for Wave at the Bus.




In honor of Dale's White Wedding Wave...






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Sunday, May 8, 2011

Happy Mother's Day...


   I am a little late posting this today. I think I over did it at the party I threw my brother yesterday. So with out further delay I would like to wish everyone out there a Happy Mother's Day.

   The mother's of the world are the most important people there are. With out them we would not be who we are. Mom molds us into what we are with love and guidance.

   A true Mother doesn't have to give birth to give love. I am sure all of us have had more than one mother help us along our path. With a gentle touch, a tender smile or a kind word they, they guide you along.

   Mother's are just angles in disguise. When the light is right you can even see their wings.


picture from Flash-screen.com

    Happy Mother's Day to all the hidden Angels through out the world, past, present and future. 

   Momma I love you always and miss you much.

Happy 50th Birthday Alan....




   Yes I just told the world how old my younger brother is. But since he is busy right now partting to celebrate, I think I can get away with it.

   Right this minute on Saturday May 7th, he is having a huge blow out party with count them two, yes two live bands, at his house. WOO HOO, it's time to party.

   Because of the distance, health and truck problems I couldn't be there, so I decided to have a web party for him here.

   Grab a some food...




   A piece of cake....




   And your favorite drink....





And party down, to some of the songs I know my brother will remember from his past.



And of course there was these guys...




This one is for all the Midnight movies....



Wish I could have found the original one for you.

Now it is time to sing the birthday song....



   Thank you all for coming to my birthday party for my brother. Please remember not to drink and blog. I hope you all had a good time.

   Oh and Alan we did get the bail money up so go all out at your party. We got you covered. Love you.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

B is for Blue Bonnets...







   This time of year is a special time for Texans. It is time the bluebonnets and other wildflowers put on a spectacular show. The show is free. Everyone is invited and it can be seen on roadsides all around the state.


A field of Bluebonnets beside Texas State High...Image via Wikipedia



   There are pictures going back generations of Texas families and children posed in the middle of a field of blue. These road trips are still made today. Drive any highway in Texas and you will find cars on the side of the road next to the bluebonnets with cameras out.




Lupinus texensis (Texas bluebonnet) #23171


   In honor of this annual event, I am posting the poem the Legend of the Bluebonnet. Enjoy...


The Legend of the Bluebonnet

The Texas fields are covered
With a blanket of deep blue.
But for a little Indian girl,
This would not be true.

Texas land was buried and dry.
Rains just would not come.
Indians danced and prayed for rain,
And beat upon their drums.

The Chief made a proclamation.
He appealed to one and all.
A prized possession must be sacrificed
Before the rains would fall.

The Indian camp was silent,
While each person searched his heart.
But when it came to sacrifice,
With possessions they would not part.

Suddenly a little girl stepped forth,
Holding her blue-clad doll.
She placed it in the roaring fire
and raindrops began to fall.

The rain brought forth the grass,
Among its blades, flowers of blue.
To be a sign for all the time
Of a love so pure and true.

Author Unknown




Lupinus texensis (Texas bluebonnet) #23168


   If you would like to see more of these beautiful flowers check out the Lady Bird Johnson Wildflower Center here.

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Monday, January 31, 2011

Congratulations Josh...

   It's official ...

   I can no longer keep up with my nephew's logic.  I wont say he is smarter than I am (he would never let me forget it, if I did), but I just tried to follow a comment string on facebook between him and some of his friends.  They were debating philosophy statements.  WTF???  I was lost on planet Earth, while they were talking in the stratosphere above me.  I now have a headache and a creak in my neck from looking up.

   I should have known better than to try to keep up with college students.  Especially this one.  He was always to smart for our own good, and now he has gone and surpassed himself...

   He has made the DEAN'S LIST in his first freshman semester taking sophomore classes at a TIER ONE university.

   My chest swelled with pride so much, I had to change from a medium to extra large shirt.  (....It was pride not the fudge brownies I made this weekend, I promise.  Besides if my brownies could make your chest bigger instead of your stomach, I would be rich.)

  So I would like to take this moment to announce to the world and my nephew...

“Congratulations Josh on being so smart and being a great guy.  Keep up the good work. I love ya...”

   Now if you would excuse me I have to go set off the fireworks display,


Photo of Team Singapore fireworks display from...Image via Wikipedia


pay the skywriter



and find an extra-extra large shirt.....maybe I should just go with a 3X instead.
    

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Friday, December 24, 2010

I believe...

   Today is Christmas Eve here in Texas, and I would like to take the time to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas.  As a gift to you I would like to present you with a reprint of the September 21, 1897 editorial of Francis Pharcellus Church of the New York Sun.  It is the response to a letter written by an 8 year old girl named Virginia.  I am sure you have all heard the editorial or at least part of it, but on this day it seems appropriate to print the whole editorial in honor of the season.  Like Mr. Church I still believe, do you?

   I now would like to present you with...

"Yes, Virginia There is a Santa Clause."

DEAR EDITOR: I am 8 years old.
Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus.
Papa says, 'If you see it in THE SUN it's so.'
Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus?

VIRGINIA O'HANLON.
115 WEST NINETY-FIFTH STREET.

VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except [what] they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.

Yes, VIRGINIA, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no VIRGINIAS. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.

Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.

You may tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, VIRGINIA, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.

No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.


Francis Pharcellus Church of the New York Sun


Francis Pharcellus Church, writer of the famou...Image via Wikipedia
Francis P. Church

  

         Merry Christmas to everyone everywhere. 


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Friday, December 10, 2010

Welcome to the Season of Manic Depression...

A Danish Christmas tree illuminated with burni...Image via Wikipedia



   Is it just me are do find yourself loving and dreading this time of year?

   I go from laughing and singing along with the radio or the muzak in the stores, to crying at the drop of a hat (or the airing of the Christmas commercials ).   I feel like I am on a roller coaster of highs and lows from mid November until January 3rd, when the post holiday blues set in.

   When I was a child the excitement just kept building right up to Christmas.  The only tears were when the misfit toys thought they were going to be left out of Christmas again, or when Frosty melted.  Oh and the tantrums we threw when we were finally made to go to sleep.  What child sleeps during Christmas, there is just too much to enjoy.

   When we were young, Christmas dragged getting here and all the gifts just appeared under the tree.  Mom, Dad, Grandparents and all the Aunts and Uncles loved the crayon pictures you drew and the hand prints in plaster .  Try getting by giving those as gifts now.

   As adults we know that the gifts have to be put under the tree, oh and the tree has to be bought as well.  The list of things to do gets longer and longer and time goes quicker and quicker.  The pressure seems to build because we want to provide our children with the Christmases we had or as we remember them.


   How on earth did my Mom get all the cards sent out, the house decorated, gifts bought and wrapped, the cookies made, plus get all of us to the Christmas shows at school and church.  I get tired just thinking about it.

   But mostly, when we were children the whole extended family on both sides got together during December to celebrate together.  Now a days everyone lives to far away and are too busy to get together.  There are also too many who no longer here.

  As adults we find ourselves yearning for the childlike wonder and magic of the season, but having the reasonable adult mind that keeps pulling back the damn curtain to revel the mechanical workings.  We find ourselves caught in the turbulent waters between magic and reality. 

  So do I still love Christmas ... you bet I do.  The magic is still there, just look in the eyes of a child or an elderly man or woman when they see a simple gift given with love.  I have lots of great memories to visit with this time of year, and more to make.  But I will always take time for the tears, it's just part of the season, and my way of saying I miss you and love you always to all those who can't be here.


Now get the tissue ready.... This is one of my all time favorite tearjerkers.






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Thursday, November 25, 2010

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone...



The year has turned its circle,
The seasons come and go.
The harvest all is gathered in
And chilly north winds blow.


Orchards have shared their treasures,
The fields, their yellow grain,
So open wide the doorway ---
Thanksgiving comes again!

Author Unknown

The First Thanksgiving, painted by Jean Leon G...Image via Wikipedia


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Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Christmas Countdown...

   I know, I know it isn't even Thanksgiving yet.  How can I be thinking of Christmas.  Well you see,  I have decided to add more stress to my life.  How?  Well if you look over to the right, you will see a Christmas countdown.

Christmas in the post-War United StatesImage via Wikipedia

   How will this add stress to my life?  Well since we are on such a fixed budget, we make all our Christmas gifts... or rather I crochet all our Christmas gifts.  I haven't taught Jack how yet.  But he does help me design and figure out colors.

by Mary Cassatt



   This countdown reminds me exactly how soon I have to have all the gloves, scarfs, hats, afghans, house shoes, washcloths, potholder and Christmas ornaments done.  Oh and design and draw a Christmas greeting to email to everyone.
   I am hoping the countdown will also remind me to pick up the hook and get busy.  Then I wont be crocheting 20 hours a day the last week before Christmas.

   Hey I can dream can't I....



  Okay, I have at 3 people down and only 12 or so more to go.  Now where did I put that pattern for the Santa Potholder...



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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Dogs are NOT people... their better than that...

   I am a dog person... no I am a animal person.  We just have dogs right now,  because our dogs are not cat friendly.  All of the dogs we have had we found or I should say they found us.
   I have only had three purebred dogs that I know of in my life.  None of which I paid for from a breeder.   The first was a poodle named Coco that my family got from an Aunt and Uncle who were moving and couldn't take him with them.  The second one was a white shepherd named Polo that I got when I got my first home.  The couple who owned his mom and dad where not going to bred them when ... surprise, they were a little too late getting the male fixed.  And now we have Foxy a Pomeranian.   I first saw her from my office running along a feeder street of a busy freeway.  When I left the building she was trying her best to get past the security guard and into the building.  She was scared and wouldn't go to anyone.  I had just bought some dog food so I got a small bowl and put it down for her.  She ate it then sat on my foot and refused to leave me.  She followed me to my car and jumped in before I could say anything.  So even though we already had 5 dogs, Foxy moved onto the farm.  You give her 5 minutes and she will have any man wrapped around her little paw.  I have seen her do it over and over again.  The little hussy.
   I have lived with numerous dogs through out my life.  I can tell you one thing for sure, purebred or mutt every dog I have meet is more honest, loyal and loving than most people.  They worry about us when we don't feel good.  They are always there to greet us when we get home.  The love us even when we don't seem to deserve it, like the times we get mad over something and blame them.  They protect us from harm without thought to themselves, even when we don't want them too.  They know better than we do just ask them.  And yes they can communicate if you learn to listen and read them.
   Some people just don't get it.  They will tell you dogs can't dream.  So have they ever even seen a dog sleeping.  I guess the wagging tale, running feet, muffled barks and whines are gas right.  They say dogs can't smile.  Wrong, I have seen my dogs and others change expressions when someone they like enters the room.  They say dogs don't have feeling like we do, okay maybe on this one they are right a dog's feelings go deeper.  You will never feel more loved, excepted and protected like you will with a dog.
   Then there are the people who will tell you a dog is dangerous.  A dog will fight when cornered, yes.  But then all living things will do that, even some plants.  I have yet to see a whole breed of dog no matter what, that is all bad.  Every generation has their so called mean breads.  You know the ones that will turn on their owners.  First I heard it was German Shepherds, then Doberman Pinschers, then Chow Chows, then Rottweilers, and now its Pit Bulls.  Yes, there are some bad dogs, I'm not naïve.  But most of them are made that way by being mistreated, or in breed for aggressiveness.  In other words made that way by people, not nature.  The in breeding part does the same thing with people, look at the history of some of this worlds royal and high society families.
   So next time you come across one of those people, you know the ones who look down their noses and inform you that a dog is an animal not a person.  Look them straight in the eye and tell them your right they would never lower themselves to be a person.  They are better than that.



This is our boy Chance...We miss you...







A dog or cat is the only time you can ever really buy love.  Check out your local pet adoption agency or pound and find your own special little lover.
Don't know where to look click here.



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Friday, August 13, 2010

Safe Drivers ???

  When family and friends get together you can learn so much about the people you thought you knew well.  All you have to do is listen...

   When our family gets together for weddings and such, you see people you haven't seen in years.  Everyone start reminiscing about the old days when they where younger.  I always like to listen in on the stories they share.  They get so wrapped up in the stories that they forget that your there and don't sensor them.

    At my sister's wedding a cousin and I sat in the living room with all the Uncles and Grandfather's and listened to the stories.   What did we find out?
    These men sitting in front of us ... the same ones who lecture us on our driving ...  Who tell us daily to be careful ....  And complained loudly that we drove too fast, when we drive 6 miles over the speed limit.  So what were they reminiscing about ... Drag Racing.




  

   These same men use to meet every week and hold drag racing events.  They talked about the cars and how they would spend every penny they had trying to build the perfect car.  They talked about the engines they rebuilt and blew up in the races.
   How nobody could ever beat my Granddad's blue Ford Fairlane with the big cop car engine in it. 




    My Uncle's tbird had come close until he souped up the engine so much it blew up during one of the races.








   The talked about the red sports car my Dad had that he loved to drive, until he spun out and wrecked it. They tried to recall exactly how many cars each of them had wrecked drag racing.
   These are the men that complained that we didn't know how to drive safely.  These are the men that  had made such a big deal out of hitting a shopping cart in the grocery store parking lot and scratching the bumper.  These men told us daily how we needed to be better drivers, and stay within the speed limits. 
   These are the safe drivers, who took it upon themselves to educate us on the way to drive.  And educate us they did.
   My cousin and I just sat there smiling, listening ...... and taking notes.
    


Monday, August 9, 2010

How to shave years off your life...answer the phone...

  Have you ever got that phone call.  You know the one you get when the other person starts out by saying “First off, I want you to know you don't have to worry everything is going to be okay, but....” 
   MAYDAY....MAYDAY... Emergency ahead.  You don't worry ... you go straight into panic mode.  Your brain immediately starts flashing every picture of every possible accident you have ever seen or heard about. 
   All you want is information... how bad is it...where are you... how fast can I get there.
   The person on the other end is trying not to panic you so they are talking very slowly.
   Ahhh, you just want to reach through the phone and strangle them.
  
   This has happened to all of us at one time or the other.  I have been on both sides of that call, as I am sure everyone has been.  Here are just two of the calls my mother has gotten.

  My mother got a call early in the morning once like this:
   'Hello'
   ' Ah, Mrs. H.  I want you to know everything is going to be all right.  The emergency room clerk just needs to get your health insurance information for A.'
   ' WHAT....What happened?'
    'He is going to be fine the Doctor said he could stitch the muscles and tendons back together.    And there shouldn't be any permanent damage to his hand.'
   'WHAT HAPPENED?  WHERE are you?'
   ' We are at the hospital.  But I'm sure they will let him go home as soon as he comes out of surgery. We just needed to get his medical information for the forms.'
   'WHAT hospital?  YOU STAY RIGHT THERE.  We are leaving now and will be there in 3 hours.'

   Turns out a glass broke and cut the back of my brother's hand.  The surgery was to clean and stitch the wound and make sure their was no damage to the nerves.  By trying not to panic us it sent our imaginations and heart rates into overdrive.
 
   Then there was the time my sister,  her 1year old son and 2 ½ year old daughter and myself where on the way home from a family funeral late at night.  We both had to work the next day so we didn't spend the night.
   Halfway home my transmission suddenly goes out.  I coast to the side of a very dark highway, get out and lift the hood to signal trouble.  This was before cell phones. Yes, back when dinosaurs ruled the earth and George Washington was president.
   Any way while I was opening the hood, I see  headlights come over the hill, slow down and pull behind the car.



   When I the door of the car opened I saw it was a Highway Patrol car and the officer had stopped to check on us.  He asked is there was anything he could do to help.
   I started to breath again, caught my racing heart and put it back in my chest where it belonged, and told him yes.  He told us the nearest town was 40 miles up the road and called a tow truck for us.
   He wanted to know if there was anyone we would like him to get a hold of to pick us up.
   I gave him my Grandmother's phone number, so he could get a hold of our parents to come get us.  He called it in on his radio.  Then he waited with us until the tow truck got there. 
   We where sitting in a truck stop restaurant  when our Mom and Dad stormed in and said 'Don't you ever do that to us again.'
   What did we do?  I didn't mean for the car to break down.  Why were they mad at us?
   After they calmed down I learned why they were so upset with us.  It seems that when the Highway Patrol called they spoke to my Grandmother and my mom and dad only heard one side of the conversation.

  What they heard was something like this:
   “Hello ... Yes this is Alice ...  Who did you say you where? ... Texas Highway Patrol....Yes, I have a granddaughter named Pamela .... Yes she is on her way back to Houston now... What happened? ... Where are they? .... Yes their parents are here with me now.... Okay, I'll get them for you.... Hold on.”

   I have since been on the receiving end of those calls a few times now and know the sheer panic you feel.  I can now appreciate exactly what my bothers, my sister and I put my parent through.  Calls like these will defiantly shave years off your life.
  Then again you still don't want to panic the person on the other end....
'Ah, There's no need to panic, but...'


Thursday, July 29, 2010

Help there's a Teenager in the house...

   I have never had children, let me rephrase that I have never given birth to children.  I have been around children most of my life.  I was the oldest of 4.  My sister being the baby was 8 ½ years younger than me.  My mother use to say my sister had two mothers.  If she told her no, my sister would come ask me.  The same thing happened with my sister's kids but I knew better by then.  I always asked them what did your mother say and they knew they where caught.  There Mother did it all before them ... and she did it better.
   I have always gotten along great kids and communicated well with them.  I think it has something to do with the fact I never quite grew up.  Grown ups are too serious and I am anything but.
   I even got along great with Jack's daughter and son. His son would listen to me, asked my opinion and believed me.  It was great ...

   Then he moved in with us. Over night I was living with a teenager in the house.  I was not prepared at all.  I thought by not having kids I could bypass the Mother's Curse.  Nope...didn't happen.
   Suddenly I knew nothing.  I was out of touch with what the real world was like.  I just didn't understand.   I went from no kids to a teenager... and I didn't get to grow into the roll. 
   I guess I could have looked on the bright side and realized that was a teenager's way of excepting me as a part of his life.  But I was a little too busy trying not to kill him, or go insane...  The next time I saw my mother I gave her a big hug and said I'm sorry.  I asked her ... How did you survive you had four?  She just laughed and smiled.

   I still don't know how I survived ... but I did.  Now that he is in his mid 20s and has a daughter, his father and I get smarter everyday.  He calls for our opinion again.  Listens to what we say.  We apparently now understand, and know exactly what is going.  It is nice but...

   I can't wait until his daughter becomes a teenager.  Then it will be my turn to just laugh and smile.
 
   Oh and thanks Mom for not saying I told you so. 

Friday, July 16, 2010

Deseption at the Church dinner....

   On quite a few of the blogs I follow, there have been discussions on the dinners and socials at the church.  You got to admit the food is really good there.  All the ladies bring the dish they are famous for. 
   I have been blogging all my Mother's collection of recipes at my other site.  She had recipes she collected since she got married in 1956.  Quite a lot of them given to her by relatives and the Ladies at church. These recipes are bring back a lot of memories for me.
   I just finished typing up a few of the gelatin salads that she has and it reminded me of those family get togethers and church dinners.  We always had great fun at these occasions and we ate a lot.  As kids our favorite part, of course, was desert.  All those cakes, pies, cookies, brownies and if you were real lucky homemake ice cream.  There was always a jell-o salad or  two as well.  Like Bill Cosby always said "There's always room for Jell-o".
   Little did we know that those sweet little ladies where about to play a cruel trick on us.  Behind those sweet smiles lies the evilest of plots.  They looked at us with kind eyes and suckered us right in.  What,  you might ask, did they do?
   Well, let me tell you.  They served this....






 And they served this...





 You tell me which one has the whipped cream and fruit .... and which one has the mayonnaise and vegetables.


   Yes, I know they are both delicious, and I like both of them.  But when your a kid ... and you have your mouth all set for desert ... and bite into mayo and vegetables.... Let's just say their was a lot of yucky faces and spitting going on.  And some of those sweet old ladies ... Laughed.
   To this day I always wait for someone else to take the first bite, to see which one it is.  I just don't trust those sweet smiles and kind eyes on those little old ladies.




   By the way the orange picture above is an Ambrosia Mold... the lemony one is a Holiday Waldorf salad.  Did you  guess right?



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