I had a large crowd over to the house on Thanksgiving – one of the largest crowds yet. There were twenty-three family members, two of which were younger than two years old. The oldest was eighty, so it was quite a variety of ages. I was really glad that my son took the initiative to get out his old Brio train set to entertain the toddlers – they set up the train set at the end of the hallway just past the bathroom, so they were out of the way. Everyone had a really good time – it truly was a miracle! So I am giving thanks for the good family gathering this Thanksgiving.
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Giving thanks
Sunday, November 27th, 2011Real Men Wear Pink
Tuesday, October 11th, 2011I love how each October so many good folks do so many good thing for breast cancer awareness. I went into my favorite lunch restaurant and was tickled to see some of the guys working there wearing pink shirts and/or pick hats, wearing them proudly, which I think is such a turn on and a delight. Back in the day any man that would wear anything pink would have been harassed something fierce.
I remember working at an office back when I was nineteen. My boss walked in wearing a new pink shirt and I complimented him on how nice that pink shirt looked on him and I was told by another office employee that I should never say that a man wears anything pink, that I should refer to it as a “light red” shirt. LOL
Anyway, it seems that there are more and more breast cancer awareness products being offered to the general public and I would love to find something that I could feel good about wearing to help support this worthy cause. Good thing I look good in pink!
Previous life?
Monday, September 12th, 2011Have you ever thought about the possibility of reincarnation? Sometimes I find myself with a special feeling of kinship with a particular group that makes me wonder if I used to be a member of that group in a previous life. Perhaps I just have a heightened sense of curiosity regarding other cultures. Maybe it’s just part of the media exposure that was part of my life as a child. I’ve just always had an interest in the history and culture of Native American Indians.
When my sisters and I would play in the woods behind the house I would always pretend that I was an Indian princess – I would try to walk as quietly as I could. Every time I went to the library I would check out a book about Indians. I used to romanticize their lives, but from all of the documentaries I’ve seen as an adult I can see that the modern day Indian has many challenges that are not romantic at all.
Fantastic voice
Thursday, August 11th, 2011I grew up in a musical family. My mother sang like an angel, my father played the piano, bass fiddle, drums, and trumpet. I used to love hearing my mother sing while she was cooking supper at night. I was not blessed with either of those talents. Sometimes I fantasize about taking singing classes, but money is too tight to spend on a luxury like that. When I saw this video, though, it sure made me wish (again) that I could sing. This gal has got real talent.
Who are you?
Tuesday, July 26th, 2011Sometimes I wonder if my sister and I even came from the same parents, living in the same house, went to the same schools or what. Like today for example I was telling her about the most wonderful Adirondack chairs that I had found online. I have been wanting to add a lot of goodies to my back and side yard. Of course I have all ready got the playground equipment for the kids and have a small plot of land all most ready for a garden next year. But I have a vision in my head of some lovely Park Benches and maybe a couple of Picnic Tables as well in my yard that I plan on entertaining in for many years to come. And this vision will take me some time and some money to put together just the way I want it.
Anyway, back to my sister. Our neighbors that lived next door to us when we all still lived at home, had the most wonderful Adirondack Chairs on the side porch. The same porch that they called their sleeping porch, which I always loved the idea of and lord knows we all spent many nights sleeping on that same porch with their kids when they had sleep overs, and I know darned well that my sister was there on numerous occasions as well, but for some reason she does not remember the furniture what so ever, which is a shame, because apparently they made a big impression on me!