Memorial day weekend

Saturday I spent the morning and the evening with the hubby watching some really great old war movies on the tv. I absolutely adore Van Johnson and he was a huge star of the b&w era, so manage to get my fix of him almost all day. During the afternoon I spent a few hours with my bf. I had a pretty good pile of things to take to her and we had some crocheting to share with each other. It was a good visit and we sat and watched History Detectives together (very interesting episode), it had been so long since we had the chance to just sit in each others presence. I do dislike that we now live so far away.

Sunday the hubby and I lazied around almost all day. I cooked twice and crocheted till my tush went numb. Then we took a nap. After the nap I was full of energy and the sun was setting, the temps outside had finally dropped down into the 80's. I decided it was a great time to get the mowing done. Watching the beautiful sunset across the sky made me long for my camera but I knew I had to finish the mowing before I lost all sunlight. Kinda a bummer to have missed the opportunity but at least the mowing got done. BUT before the mowing was finished, the hubby decided to come outside (first time since friday evening) just to aggravate me about my mowing technique...grrr. I was pretty peeved. I was very close to saying something ugly but thankfully refrained.
Meanwhile while mowing the race was on. There was about 77 more laps left to the race and Earnhardt was in 3rd by time I came in. Okay NOW this is a race to watch! I decided to sit and watch it while giving myself a foot soak. There I was sitting in my chair with my feet stuck in water and suddenly Earnhardt was in the lead. I was slapping my knee begging and pleading for him to go go go, while my whole body wanted to be jumping up and down but couldn't cause my feet were stuck in water!. It was torture! Only to watch his car slow down, he ran out of gas on the 4th corner just yards away from the checkered flag. OMG it was so disappointing but yet it was a thrilling race.

Tomorrow I plan to finish the yard, go to the grocery store, do some laundry and hopefully finish the throw I have been working on. Just a plain old regular day.

Yeah we really know how to party, huh?

A Busy Weekend

This has been a very busy weekend.

Saturday... I went to my best friends house and picked her up in the sloppy mess of weather we have been having lately. We ventured out into the abyss of people in the caos that is Walmart. Our mission was yarn. What a huge disappointment. The one color we was most certainly after, was not there, as it should be. The one thing that made the trip bearable was getting to see bf's greatgrandkids, who met us there for a brief visit. We were off to the next closest walmart to do another search for that one color. This time the selection was good, much to our relief. We loaded up our buggy with as much as my card could stand.

The torment of the day was the rumor that walmart is going to discontinue their yarn sales. This has us greatly distressed. Walmart is the cheapest place to get yarn and soon we will no longer be able to get it. Okay maybe we will be able to get it, but at a much higher price. A blanket that once costed $40-50 to make is now going to be around $65-90, depending on where you get it. "They" say crochet and knitting is a dying art, well when forced to fork out higher bucks and search at length for places to buy, that really just might happen. Very sad.

Okay, enough of that pity party.
Soo we are driving along and I see this batch of black cows just standing around, I guess they we holding a meeting or something. I suddenly burst out laughing. My mind comes up with the stupidest stuff and amuses me greatly. Hubby says "What's soo funny?" Okay soo what I saw was one of the cows face was half white and he or she was the only one with any white on them. My mind wondered...I wonder if that cow knows that it looks like that? Has the other cows told him that he was different? Do they not let him play cow games? LOL! It's still funny, at least to me. Then I got to thinking about all the other animals in the world...How do they know what they look like? Do my dogs know? Do they judge each other by looks as people do? AND there ya go...the mind is a curious thing and super funny at times.

Sunday...We spent the whole day cleaning out the spare/storage room. I told hubby that in order for us to save $40 bucks a month to go towards this **** new car payment, we were going to have to clean out that room and bring home everything we have in storage. I said that a week and a half ago and all I had done to begin this process was to fill up the back of my truck and left it sitting there all week. I was determined to get this done TODAY! Hahaha, the joke was on me. Kinda like the eyes are bigger than the stomach thing.

I got up and opened the door to the jungle of the spare room. Sigh. Okay heather, just move one item at a time and all will be okay. First I begin at picking up an item and expamining it, do we really need this? Is it broken? Could I possiably get away with throwing it away? Could I find a perament place for this item? Before I knew it I had made a dent. Then the unexpected happened (secretly expected), hubby got up from his lazy sunday position in front of the tv and joined in on the expedition. I say secretly expected cause it is sooo easy to get him to join in. All I have to do is ask questions about this item or that item and the response is almost always the same... What are you doing? What are you throwing away? LOL! AND up out of his chair he comes! He just makes it way too easy. LOL!

I told him I was wanting to find at least 20 items that could be trashed. We ended up throwing away 74 items. I was very impressed! We worked hard and the room looks soo much better, well for now it does, cause I still got plenty to fill it back up again. Ohhh I sure do need a linen closet. Sigh.

That is about it for now. I need to get back to my crocheting.
Yall have a great one!

Grateful for my Poverty.

Today was a time to be grateful for what little I do have.

My childhood friend called today just to have some one to listen to her and hear her woes. We have talked many times in the last few months since we got reconnected and it has been great getting to know her again, but something in me is off. I feel a great sadness for what all she has been through and what these things have lead her life to. I guess I thought that with age comes wisdom, but for some reason this doesn't seem to be the case. Maybe I said that wrong, it's not that she hasn't learnt wisdom from her experiences, but it doesn't seem to have gotten her to change the path her life has been on for all of her life.

When I first met her she was just as poverty stricken as we were. Only difference was we were a family of 6 and they were just her and her mom. My dad worked his scrawny butt off to provide for his large family and they got a monthly check from the VA. I remember a time when she and I was talking and I learned that the check they got was for a thousand dollars a month. I was in jaw dropping awe! I couldn't understand how come they couldn't make it, when their money was 200 more than dads money. To tell ya the truth I still don't get it.

They rented just like us. They didn't have a car just like us. They struggled for food just like us. And so on and so on. Our lives were nearly exact, except for the size. They moved nearly as much as we did, but for different reasons. Our reason was crappy landlords that didn't want to fix the places up. They moved in the search for something better. At least I think that is why they moved all the time. I can't be positive, it may be something deeper that I never knew about. I do know of a few times it was to get away from all the drama in their lives or to just leave it all behind them and start fresh in a new place. I understand that to a degree, I did the same thing when I moved away from that town and came here.

Any way what I was trying to get at is that for some reason her life hasn't changed at all. They are still in the extreme struggling mode every month. They still move from one place to the next, it is almost as if they get restless after a few years and have to start over in order to keep things in chaos. Her life is chaos to me and for that feeling, I am upset with myself. It was a long time ago that I was in the same situation, but surely I didn't forget. I have become comfortable with my life, stable hubby, stable house, stable income (Most of the time, except for in the winter).

I guess in my mind all them years we were apart, I figured her life to have become like mine. Settled, fixed, stable. I was expecting to hear about her long lasting relationship and the wonderful hubby, the place she has been working, the house they finally found after searching for so long and the kids all doing well in school (even collage perhaps), blah blah blah. Basically I figured her life to actually have turned out better than mine. Reality check, this did not happen for her. None of it actually, except for the good boyfriend for the last 2 years and one child who left home at a young age and got an opportunity for himself and is currently in college. Well at least there is that, right?

For me all the moving around as a child lead me to NEVER want to move! The chaos of boyfriend after boyfriend lead me to hold on tight to the best man I stumbled across. Just kidding but you know what I mean, right?

The finances of poverty lead me to sacrifice all niceties just to make sure the bills were paid and food on the table, for me that comes first above all else! I will wash my hair with dish soap, if that is all I can afford to do. I will not drive my truck more than absolutely necessary (like 8 miles a week, most weeks). I will not eat out, when it is soo much cheaper to eat at home. I will not buy those jeans or tennies I need, if it means not paying something. This is something I have learned (Through our phone convos)that she still hasn't learned.

Like she was just today, returning a wanted item just so she could get some needed items.

My life is not all that it could be, but at least I don't have to worry about paying the bills or having at least some food on the tv tray. Even if we do eat chili or spaghetti three nights in a row or a brisket for a week, at least we have food.

I just never thought our lives would be soo different. I know I have changed and some would say "Hey what happened to that wild and crazy girl?", But I say (after learning what happens if you stay that way) "Thank goodness she got lost somewhere along the way!" I can NOW imagine just how my life would be, if I hadn't had changed my life and mindset around. I would be right there along side her struggling for every morsel, every roof and in as much emotional pain.

Maybe our losing each other way back when was an unforeseen blessing. Is it wrong that I am having a difficult time with all of this? I am finding myself pulling away from talking to her as much and I feel awful about it. Like I am betraying our friendship over something that she has no control over. She is who she is and I feel like I need to step down off my short pedestal and be there for her, but I am finding that difficult without getting angry at her for not trying to change her situation (even just a smidgen). It's like I knew her, but I'm not understanding the woman that she has become. I don't know how to get past this ugly feeling of disappointment.

*Sigh*

Well anyway, this has all made just a little more aware of just how grateful I am of how my life is/has turned out and appreciate all the more of what little I do have. It could definitely be worse, as I am slowly remembering (I guess I did kinda forget) and learning.

Oh, to have a good back again.

I can remember back about 20 years ago I could do anything, lift anything, move anything. I was strong, still am too a point. I think I reached that point, again, for the umpteenth time. The beginning of last week was spent moving slowly, carefully or not at all, apparently I slept wrong and had to roll out of bed. I spent a good deal of time just sitting in my chair watching tv, cause moving wasn't an option. The pain was extreme at times but was tolerable for the most part. I even started to get better by Wednesday night and was beginning to feel decent. I could do my chores and even walk at a normal pace, heck I even went grocery shopping Friday.

Talking to the bf (B) Friday evening about crochet stitches and our new projects, we realized that it was about time to get together and show our work. It is really difficult to try to describe stitches and patterns over the phone. We are both "Show me" kinda gals. So we made plans for Sunday.

Hubby came home early Saturday and asked if I wanted to go over to see her right then. I would have said yes but I was still feeling the slight twinge and thought it best to wait one more day. Besides, come to find out her hubby was planning a BBQ for Sunday. Wouldn't want to miss that, since he is like the best BBQ'er I have ever known. Hubby is good, but even he will admit his bf's (M) is better. (Yes, his bf and my bf are married, it's a little confusing)

Sunday morning all was well and we finally got ready to go. I have to do a mental check list to make sure I don't forget anything, cause I almost always do. I always manage to remember something I forgot about halfway there. I was good this time and didn't forget anything, amazing, I know!

Camera..yup
Smokes..yup
Nail clippers..yup
Patterns..yup
Yarn and project..yup
Family Reunion memory card..yup

(We will get to the nail clippers, I know yall are puzzled over them being on the list)

So we are on our way, I have just a tiny twinge but I'm tough I can handle it.

Let me just say the sky was gorgeous Sunday and with the promise of a cool front pushing though sometime today. There was a breeze and oh it was so lovely, even hubby said so and it takes temps down to the 60's for him to like it.


We are greeted by B's three little yappers(kin folk to my yappers). Thankfully her yappers love us like family and were very excited to see us. There was lots of spins, jumps, running, dancing and happy panting. B..well not so much! LOL! Even the "I'm gonna getcha" didn't bring as much as a reaction I got from her "Old Lady P" yapper, who ran through the house like I was hot on her tail. We love that game, okay she really loves that game.

We sat around and showed stitches, patterns, projects and clucked like old hens. M..started up the fire and oh the smell had my mouth watering, I was ready to sink my gums into whatever he had in the pit. It didn't matter what it was, I was ready for it. *Knife and fork in hand, banging on the table* kinda hungry!

While waiting I thought, now would be a good time to get my chore done. I got out those nail clippers. Why? You ask. Cause they are doggie nail clippers! LOL! Yeah I'm cracking myself up!

As soon as the dogs realized what I had in my hand, *flash* they were gooonnne!

G.. got up on the couch and faced the wall. That is his way of saying "I'm invisable". Sorry fella, not going to work this time, even if you are being funny. I clipped his nails right there on the couch. After bending over and wrestling every foot, I went to straighten myself upright. Ouch, that kinda hurt.

P.. I always have trouble with this old lady. We are the best of friends except for these moments, she will try to bite but hasn't gotten that lucky so far. Lord help her if she ever does! I found her back outside and as soon as I tried to bend down to get her, she bolted. I on the other hand did not bolt right back upright, it took some doing. I finally managed to get her back in the house, picked her up and put her on the table. Again did a wrestling match for each foot, while trying to keep her from making the great escape. By time I finished with her I was having some really bad pains in my back, but had to move on to the last and craftiest of them all.

A..I looked in her spot under the end table next to B's chair. Nope not there. I call her and why I though she would come running was stupid of me. I go outside and ask if she was out there. Yup, there she was hiding under B's chair. I reached down to get her and she flops over on her back. I take hold of her legs and literally dragged her out from under the chair on her back and she let me. Everybody was laughing! I picked her up and carried her inside to the table and proceeded to do her nails. This girl shakes like there is a thunderstorm directly over the house! Very hard to hold onto. I think it is her ploy, her sympathy card or something and it works everytime. Yes she nearly got away, with only two feet done! I had to catch her in mid-jump! I finally finished her up, but really all of them together finished me up!

I was stuck but good. I slowly made it to the front door and hubby saw instantly I was done in for. He helped me down the steps and asked if I was ready to go home. Unfortunately there wasn't the option to sit there in pain all day. I had to say.. Yes, my pain pills were at the house and I would have hated to sit there in pain and be a downer on the whole get together.

Soo we came home, hungry. I felt so badly for ruining his day. To my surprise and relief, he said..

"I'm not glad that you are hurting, but I am glad to be able to see the rest of the race!"

Yeah but what about supper? We were both pretty hungry and totally missed out on the BBQ. Well folks I will have you know that hubby cooked supper. Okay so what if it was:

Gordon's fish fillets
Pork and beans
Uncle Bens whole grain rice
with hot dog buns

I got fed by the hubs!!!

Soo, I sit here with an ice pack and a pillow, soon to be in bed. Wonder how I'm going to get out of bed...maybe Stitch will help me! LOL!

Writers Workshop: Cancer and the strongest women in my life.

2.) Over at SITS we’re hosting a week long Back2Blogging event that will end with someone taking home a brand new washer and dryer from Electrolux. Since September is Ovarian Cancer Awareness Month and Electrolux is working to promote awareness and early detection, I’ll be writing about a survivor or supporter that inspires me at SITS on Thursday. That was a long way of saying, Describe a woman who inspired YOU.

That was Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop prompt #2.

I find this so interesting cause I have had so many super good friends that have gone through or is going through some type of cancer right now.

Becky...she has been/is my bff for the last 15 or so years. Nearly five years ago she threw her back out and the pain was so severe she was begging to go to the hospital. She is the type of woman that has to be practically in death mode to WANT to go to the hospital. We all knew it had to be real bad. She had the back surgery and was doing just fine till they ordered her to get her female tests done. You know the pap and the mammo. The results floored us. Breast cancer.

Becky has always been strong, says whats on her mind and will get in your face if need be. I guess the best words to describe her is scrappy with a heart of gold as long as you don't cross her. We were not instant best friends, actually when I first meet her I was scared of her. BUT as time passed and with our hubby's being best buds, we found ourselves in the most fabulous friendship.

The wounds of losing a good friend to breast cancer just a few years prior, resurfaced to a whole new level when the results came in. Needless to say we were both pretty scared. I felt so helpless.

Becky's hubby has had his own ongoing medical issues with Burgess disease; he has had to have both legs amputated. Just a few months before this she lost her mother, whom she had been caring for for years in her home.

She was the one who took care of people, to conceive that she was sick herself was shocking. Of course the news of her cancer broke her down, but then out of no where she adopted this attitude (like someone had crossed her) and the fight was on!

So we (Her and I)went to dr's appointments and radiation and through the Cemo process. It was a new experience for both of us and it was hard for me to watch this fighting woman get hit in the gut every week, with no end in sight. I couldn't even jump in the ring to help her fight off her offenders. As hard as it was, I knew it wasn't even a smidgen of what she was going through.

I went to her house nearly everyday to play Yatzee, if she was too sick then I would just sit in the arm chair while she stayed laying on the couch. We would watch the soaps together and I sometimes I would bring her things from the store. There were the few times that I was told not to come over cause she was super sick. It was a dignity thing. I had seen her through just about everything, but she would never be able to get over it, if I ever saw her that weak. I know this about her and complied with her wishes.

One thing that she says now in retrospect that just resounds in my ears...I am not grateful that my mother died, but yet I am grateful I didn't get the diagnoses till after she had passed. For surely I would never had been able to care for her in my state.

There is just something so humbling in that statement that shows her true character, no matter what kind of front she puts on.
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Dianne.. Hubby and I used to truck with her and her hubby. Her hubby had a heart attack while we were headed back to Texas and shortly after, we drove their truck for them. We've been friends with them for at least as long as Becky and I have been friends. Her and Becky are two of a kind, the same definition of character could be said about Dianne also..Scrappy with heart.

This past year has been super hard on her. Her hubby has been in the hospital since Christmas of last year and suffered many strokes and has had a heart pump put in. He also contacted the Mrsa virus while in the hospital. He is currently in a facility cause his care is too tecnical for just anyone to deal with. That heart pump is apperently pretty complicated.

Unfortunatly, I haven't been involved in her ordeal except through phone conversations. She went to the emergency room for a cold that had gotten worse and worse, her daughter insisted. After all the tests, it was determined that she had lung cancer. She is currently going through the treatments, but not all is going well. She has since had Pneumonia, Pluralise and all other lung related issues.

Due to her hubby's diagnoses of the Mrsa virus, she is not allowed to see him becuase of he comprimised immune system. That is extremely tough on her! These two lovebirds in their golden years, apart... is almost unthinkable.

BUT even through all off this.. she is still the fighting, scrappy, I'm going to kick this cancer's ass, kind of woman!
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I love these women and the are my inspiration! If and when my day comes, I can only hope to be half as strong as these two are. They are forces to be reckoned with and I am proud to call them my friends! Cancer picked the wrong ladies this time!

Now go visit Mama Kat and SITS

Randomness

My tooth hole hasn't been healing right and was really hurting pretty bad for two weeks. I kept trying to keep it clean and finally figured out the part that I though was food stuck, turned out to be a really good size sliver of tooth. I yanked that sucker out with tweezers and finally most of the pain is gone and the hole is healing. Lucky for the dentist I found the problem on my own!! I was really getting tired of hurting and it was worrying me.

I'm finally getting some progress in my room. The goal was to get it cleaned out and all the boxes transfer to the storage unit. Yeah well...for some reason the progress and ump hasn't been going well. I wanted to get the new floor laid by time the kids come on the 17th. Hubby managed to hurt himself, so there went my major helper for the big stuff. Sooo, yeah, that ain't gonna happen. Sigh...

How hubby hurt himself?

The "I must get everything that sits in the road" syndrome that my hubby has, lead to him rescuing this fire hydrant that had been damaged by a car accident. YES, he got permission, but still...those things are heavy! Mr. Macho man just couldn't help himself and now is suffering back trouble.

We ended up busting into the little savings that we had for the vacation that got cancelled. I soo didn't want to do it, but funny enough things started breaking down all of a sudden. Hubby's work boots blew out on the side, my tennie's blew out the heel, a pipe under the side sprung a leak and my microwave made the fatal error of not heating up my coffee.

Soo, I guess it was a good thing that we had that extra money to deal with the unexpected. Just really sad to see the damage to the savings.

I got to go visit with bf and this what she made for my little namesake with the yarn I gave her.

A hat, poncho and some little booties! They are soo cute!

Sisters Reunited!!!!!!!!

(Just months after we meet)

I just can't believe I am writing this post...bear with me. It has been one super exciting day and most definitely one I will never forget for as long as I live.

Soo, you remember the post I did three days ago about my best friend "Two Peas in a Pod", if you don't remember please take the time to read it.

I was sitting here with the laundry going, sleepy, trying to coffee myself up and watching some stupid dinosaur movie. I was thinking the day was going to be just another ordinary day, do my chores, waste some time, wait for the old man to get home, cook supper and then go for my walk.

Mother called for a quick chat before she took a nap. I hung up with her and quickly dialed my SIL to see how she is feeling (baby due any day), my brother startled me by saying "stop dialing in my ear"! While talking to him, my ex MIL (mom) called quickly to tell me......

She found bff!

At first I was like...What did you say? I thought maybe it was one of those times where you hear what you want to hear. She repeated and I started shaking instantly. I wasn't sure (at the moment) what I was feeling. We have gone through this before, knowing what general area she might be living in. I was a little scared that was going to be the info I received. I was trying to hold my emotions in check, just in case. She relays the story of what happened.

They (her and her son T) were in Wal-Mart and T was looking at this girl, he turns to mom and asks..Is that A's daughter? They go up to her and ask her name, at first they thought they had the wrong girl cause she responded with her middle name. Well as you know it was the right girl and they were able to get info about where they are and how to get in touch.

Mom asks me..."Do you want her phone number?"

I was a total mess from then on, my world had just tilted. I know mom was talking, but seriously if you ask me what about..I could never tell ya! I not only got a phone number, I got an actual address too! The world was spinning wildly out of control.

I hung up with mom and then hung up with brother, who had been on hold.

This was all in the spam of maybe 15 minutes! Life as I have grown to know, suddenly went loopy and I was thrown into a blast from the past. My mind was reeling, the emotions overwhelming and my body...well lets just say, it was mesh of melting, bouncing, shaking and lord have mercy sweating! I paced the floor with the phone in my hands, trying to get a grip and find my composure. Ha, never found it!

(About a year before we lost touch)

I dialed...Mom (her mom) answered the phone. (I just realized I have a lot of mom's) What little resolve I had gained in a few minutes, melted away to tears. It was mom...mom...
the mix of relief, surprise, excitement and love, was just too much for me to behave any other way than a cry baby who has missed a piece of her family for soo long. I could tell it was emotional for her too and was quickly given to A.

*Excuse me while I cry a little*

It was the moment I had waited for, for a very long time. The ease, love, friendship and sisterhood was all still there. We did all the catching up we could do, in between the OMG's I can't believe this is happening's!

Hubby came home and I was panicked to think I was going to have to get off the phone. Hubby tends to come home hungry, so you know...supper is usually my next step. It was one of those moments that you don't want to end. I have her on the phone, if I hang up...will I ever be able to contact her again or will this be my one shot? I just don't know how to express the emotions I was feeling at the thought of breaking the connection. But, at least I can say "I TALKED TO HER" and all is right with the world! I don't ever plan to let that girl out of reach again, if I can help it! I am still floating on an emotional high!

To answer Angelia's question... Makes me wonder after all these years passing, if you got in touch, would the friendship rekindle? The answer is YES YES YES!!!!

Isn't it funny that it took my mom to get us together the first time and then my other mom to reunite us. Thank Goodness for MOMS!

I find it to be so ironic for me to have written that post only three days ago and now this! Fate? Maybe!

Writer's Workshop: Two Peas in a Pod

For this week I chose #2) I miss the friend you used to be.

When I come back from running away, I soon realized that all my friends had moved on and didn't really want anything to do with me. About six months later.. My mother said she had someone she wanted me to meet, a girl she thought I might like to be friends with. On the walk over to this girls house, mom reveals that this girl is 15.

Now first you have to imagine my state of mind. Mom is trying to set up my friendships! What the heck? Am I that desperate and pathetic? AND seriously a 15yr old, she's two years younger than me! What could I possibly have in common with a child? BUT because I had just returned to the family and trying my hardest to not create more waves than there already were, I went along with it.

From the moment we meet and ate Ramen noodles together we were like...
Two peas in a pod, joined at the hip, sisters separated from birth, instant best friends.

We went through all sorts of things together...
Poverty for starters, parties, dating and living together.
Exchanging boyfriends, engagements and eventually my marriage.
Break-ups and reconciliations.
Her babies, my infertility issues and emotions.
Her marriage and dealing with infidelity.
Divorce's.
You name it and we probably did it or went through it, in the seven years we were together. Seven years..doesn't really seem like it was a long time, but it was right at the highlight of our lives. Just when we were getting our chance for life to start, free to make our own decisions. BOY, did we make some whopper decisions!

Every time my marriage broke up (which was five times), Naturally I moved in with her and her mother. We were so close, people thought there was something hinky going on. Which we thought was funny!

Then the day came when I ran off with a stranger (current hubby), things were never the same from then on. I would visit her, she would visit me, but it was getting difficult to hold on to the friendship. I had found my root and she was still a branch in the wind. I was set it one place and she and her mother and growing amount of children were moving constantly. When I left our hometown she had two children, the last time I saw her she was about to have her fourth any day.

Shortly after that last visit she moved again and I haven't heard from her since. That was nearly 17 years ago.

There are many a times, I sit back and think on those days and I guess you could say morn the loss of who we were and the wonderful friendship we shared.
I miss the friend she used to be.
Two peas in a pod.


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Visit with BF

So hubby did after all take me to visit with BF, BUT I did not get a new window unit in my bedroom and now I will have to wait till next weekend.
I love visiting with BF. Not that we do anything special, we just sit around and talk. It just feels nice to be able to talk to her face to face.

I am in awe of her hair.

BF says to all of yall..."Can you believe just four years ago I was bald?!"
(Chemo made her a baldy, so she hasn't cut it since!)

We don't make the prettiest pair (anymore), but we have been best friends going on 19 years!
(Both of us look stoned! Believe me we aren't, we both had our pics taken unexpectedly)

Hubby Humor

I had a post in mind, but seriously it started to get gloomy and way off target.
So I opted to share some of hubby’s funnies from this week.

Sitting and watching an old John Wayne movie and all is quiet between us for a good while, just enjoying the movie.

Suddenly out of the blue he proclaims that he is missing the race! Oh the horror, don’t let the boy suffer by missing a race. Then I think and say…”Hey, it’s Saturday”! He only watches the Sprint series most generally on Sundays.

He says “But it’s the Nat...Nat...Nat...daggummit!
I but in and correct his stutter…The Nationals?!
Hubby…Yeah that’s it!
I am already working towards a full blown laughing streak and hubby chimes in merrily “Shut up, my record got stuck”
That did it, I was done for! Side splitting LMAO!!
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I was talking to my BF the other day and she commented on how long it has been since we had come over to visit. That it is a strong possibility that if she was to pass my hubby on the street she wouldn’t know it because she had done forgotten what he looks like!

When hubby came home that evening, I relayed the message to him. Hint, hint!

Hubby comes home Saturday evening and tells me that he went by there today. (No usually when he says that he is talking about driving by there, not actually stopping) He parked his truck at the end of their dead end road and walked all the way down to their driveway.
He stood outside and called her (on the phone) to come outside.
She comes to the door and he throws his arms up in the air and yells…
“There you've seen me, remember now?!”
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Friday, hubby informs me that he is working all weekend and will have Monday off. It does put a little kink in or schedule, but we can survive without bread for one more day.
Hubby says he told BF that we would be coming over Monday after all the chores (grocery shopping, auto zone and post office) and installing a new window unit in my bedroom (old one died 3 days ago) were done, IF there was enough time.

I got to thinking about the installing of the window unit. When hubby came through the door last night, I asked him…
Was BF laughing when you told her about the window unit?
He says “No, why?”
I start laughing.
He says "WHY? I forgot, tell me"
Laughing harder...
Cause the last time you installed a window unit into a window with no glass, it took you ALL DAY!!!
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We will see, if I ever make it over to visit with BF! Knowing him he is going to hurt himself and be in a foul mood by time it is over. AND we wont be going anywhere after that. Who knows he might surprise me! Naw, just won't do the window unit, it took him two years to getting around to putting the last one in at the old house!

Phone Conversations

Conversation with Becky (bf) and Mike:

The other day, I call their house.
Mike.. What do you what?
Me.. To talk
Mike.. Not to me
Me.. Obviously! LOL
Mike.. She’s in the house, call back. (he is usually always outside in his shed)
I immediately call back and it’s busy, again busy.
I call someone else, someone is beeping in.(I ignore it)
I call Becky back.
Mike butts in and says..I was trying to call you, to tell you I forgot to hang up the phone!
Me..Your Alzheimer’s kicking in already!
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Today, Becky answers the phone.
Me.. Where is your hubby? (He is usually the one to answer the phone)
Becky.. In bed
Me.. Well, I actually did what to talk to him this time! What is his cell phone number?
Becky.. He is in bed, asleep!
Me.. I don’t want to call him, LOL, I just want to confirm his number!
We both are laughing.
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Conversations with sister M and her hubby:

Phone rings,
Me.. Hey!
Sister.. You rang?
Me.. Yeah
Sister.. What did ya want?
Me.. Nothing.
Sister.. Are you bored?
Me.. Maybe!
Her hubby resounds in the background. If your bored, go to church!
Me.. What I am I supposed do, walk! (As if)
Her hubby.. Jesus walked everywhere!
Lesson learned, don’t talk to him right after he gets home from church.

Her hubby states (in the background) I’m going to take a nap. Don’t bother me.
Me.. Jeez! Sounds like he really needs a nap! Mr. Grouchy!

The next day..
Talking to sister, I hear her hubby in background.
Me.. I thought he was going to take a nap? Oh, yeah that was yesterday!
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Conversation with Boo:

I was actually talking to sister M, but niece Boo kept butting in.
This had me and my sister M roaring with laughter!

Me.. What are boobies made out of?
Boo.. Water and air.
Me.. So if I was to poke a needle in my boobies, they will deflate?
Boo.. NO! giggle giggle!
Me.. Then your theory doesn't hold up!
Boo. Okay, do it! Go ahead and do it..Do it..Do it!
Me.. Believe me honey, if it would work, I would have done it years ago!
Boo.. Giggle giggle!

What I did for Ten Days

Random things that happened in the last ten days.

Monday..As you all know, I rushed my computer to the computer doctor after my screen went blue and Microsoft shut me down and dumped my physical memory. I did try rebooting, but the Internet wouldn't open any pages. The doctor said it was going to be 3 days, I felt lost leaving it there. My first thought was "What am I going to do with myself for 3 days!" I went home like a wounded puppy with my tail tucked.

Tuesday..With nothing to do, I called my bf and made plans with her. By noon we was going over crochet stitches and went shopping for yarn. I really shouldn't have spent the gas money but it was so worth getting to spend time with her. I started a crochet project as soon as I got home.

Wednesday..I called everyone in my speed dial to whine about my boredom. I'm sure everyone got plenty sick of me complaining. I eventually got off my butt and went outside. I first played with the dogs and before I knew it I was laying 12 inch cement blocks for a walkway. Hubby came home and before he got to the door, he said..
"Your computer should break down more often."
I shut the storm door and held it shut till he took it back!

Thursday..The computer doctor called and said my baby was ready. I rushed out the door on half a cup of coffee. I was so excited! I had to run to the bank first for several reasons and figured while I was there I would try to see if we could get a loan to help pay off a credit card.

I got home hooked it up and ten minutes into checking my emails, it started doing the exact same thing it was doing on Monday. I called them back and this boy told me somethings to do, this only made it worse. I couldn't even get it to open to my desktop.

Needless to say I was sad and pissed. I took it in to get fixed and all I could tell was that the only thing they did was add updates and give me a better virus protection. They didn't even try to FIX it.

Hubby came home right after me getting it back, so to keep him from blowing his stack, I didn't tell him. He came home early cause he was super sick, I didn't think he needed the extra stress.

A little later in the day I called to see about the loan and we was approved. What a relief and blessing. We can pay off that card and will still be saving ourselves 40 bucks a month and hundreds of interest in the long run!

Friday..First thing in the morning, I took my computer back. Now there wasn't any set time to pick it up, more of a wait and see kinda thing. Aggravating! I did tell hubby the situation before leaving. He was too sick to know what I was saying, lucky me. Stopped and got groceries and back to care for the sick fella laying on his "Death bed" (as he called it, when he crawled on it).

Saturday..I went to the hardware store (for wood) and the auto store (for spark plugs) and just for the heck of it went to the thrift store (just to browse around).
I came home and used hubbies skill saw and cut and laid the new steps. ALL BY MYSELF!

Sunday..Hubby feeling a little better. We fixed by bike together. New tires and a wash down and then attached a basket to the handle bars. Its fixed and ready to go, but I have yet to use it. Lazy. We sat around the rest of the day and watched the race.

Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday..I sat around crocheting and calling the computer doctor twice a day. I did manage to get in a lot of extra heavy duty house cleaning and extra chatting with the family everyday.

Now that brings up to date with Thursday..Computer doctor calls and says my baby is ready. They didn't charge me anything extra!
So far so good and very happy, happy, happy!!

You Lift My Spirits

This week has been a rough one.

My father went to his usual Dr's appointment Monday and they admitted him. He has Emphysema real bad. While waiting for my mother to call me back, one of my bfs calls. Her hubby has been in the hospital for two months now (heart troubles and strokes) and it doesn't look good. She went to the hospital herself three weeks ago and they found something. After further tests, it has been confirmed as lung cancer. My other bf is watching her beloved dog of 15+years very closely, he's not doing good either. Mother finally gets to call me back and she's not doing so great, her asthma has been kicking her butt. Plus she has to try to help my sis with the new baby and deal with her husband in the hospital in a different county with no wheels to get to see him.

I feel like walking away from this week or at least the phone.
Yeah, I've been in a funk.

BUT, there is a bright side...
Everyday (sometimes twice a day), I open my email to see my comments.

Yall just have this way about getting me to laugh, in spite of my worries or funk.

This week alone I have been tagged, received an award and won a key chain!

Some of those comments yesterday had me roaring a good belly laugh. The idea that there is no sex..OMG how can that be? The world has stopped turning!!! LMAO!!!

I have also meet some new bloggers that I have decided to follow. I know I shouldn't be adding more to my list, cause I can barely keep up with all of yall but I couldn't help myself.

Here are some of my new peeps:
Gently Said
Here is what I think...
I AM OTTER
My Walking Path
Starting Over
RockyCat

The tagging, I'm still working on that. It is really long.

The award..just so wonderful and beautiful..The Sunshine Award given to me by My Walking Path.



The rules are to give this to 12 peeps, let them know about it in their comments and link the giver.

I am such a break the rules kinda girl. I say it goes to all of you, cause yall are my sunshine on these cloudy days. Take it, enjoy it and pass it on if ya want.

You all make my day, every day!

Poseyville

Once upon a time, I met the hubs and he was living with a friend. This friend was living in a trailer that his mother owned. This trailer was on a piece of property that was owned by a very friendly but scrooge type character. We will call him Posey and his land was called Poseyville. Poseyville only had 12 spaces for trailers or campers.



Hubs takes me down this long (1 mile) dirt road that is canopied by trees, that curves and goes over a little tiny bridge. The scene opens up before my eyes and I was suddenly a little scared. It looked like I had been taken to a hippie village, first clue...a very old black and white school bus, being used to live in.

I eventually got over this feeling, after meeting some of the neighbors. Hubs and friend make an agreement and traded hubs car for the trailer. Hubs and I had and lived in this trailer for 17 years, friend had car 2 years. It really was a great deal, considering the lot rent was only $75! I feel in love with the area and it's privacy and all the neighbors. This is the area, I met my bestest friend.

Posey, yes he was a scrooge when it came to money,



but nobody could have had a more friendly landlord. He would lend you money to help you out, but of course there was interest and collateral. Posey had all kinds of businesses that he had part of and property out the yahoo. At one time he was worth a lot of money, but always lived on the low key of things. He got real sick and was unable to keep up the maintenance of his trailers and people started leaving. We were the only renters of land only. In 04' this lovely man died, leaving all of his and his fathers worldly goods to his daughter. We will call her "The Wasteful Wench".



The Wasteful Wench lived up on the corner (where the yellow lines come together) in another trailer park that Posey had bought en for her. She assured all the remaining residents that things would remain just as they were. At this time there was only four renters left.

After a few years of living in blind security, rumors started to fly about The Wasteful Wench. Rumor had it that she was selling off all of her fathers land and businesses. Panic ensued through out the community, community being what was left of the renters and even through out her own trailer park.

The Wasteful Wench and her hubby was living the high life, buying cars, going on cruises and trips to Vegas. But yet still continuing to show and complain about financial troubles. She sold the whole corner up the road, to a fast food chain. In doing that she closed down a tire shop, beauty saloon, bar and her own trailer park. My bestest friend was living in her trailer park at the time and they received a piece of paper in the mail, telling them to vacate the sold property in 30 days.

Rumor also had it that it was going to happen to us, we were the only renters left. (I had talked to her the month before, worried cause I knew our $75 wasn't even covering the taxes and she never mentioned anything.) I called her, to find out for sure. She told me..the property is not up for sale YET, it WAS still a possibility. She reassured me that if it was to go up on the market, she would let me know. She highly doubted that it would sell, due to the fact that it is in a flood zone. This pacified me for about a month! Until I got a knock on the door, by two men wanting to have a look around.



From that moment on, I was on a mission to get out of there as soon as possible. Just finding a new place took me six months and the move another month. If we had waited till we got notice, we would have ended up on the streets or living with someone. We had 17 yrs worth of HUBS stuff! I knew it would not be possible to move it all with in a month.

Ever since the move 1 1/2 years ago, we have mourned over the loss of our little sanctuary. Hubs was convinced that we jumped the gun and could have held out there for a few more years. For me that was just not a healthy way to go, sitting around for that notice and then having to scramble to go somewhere. The uncertainty of it all would have drove me crazy!

Yesterday hubs comes home and tells me that the property did sell and they plowed the whole place down and turned it into a pasture for horses.

I totally feel validated in my paranoia! Hubs verbally said...I was right!

The Wasteful Wench...is totally broke and living with her mother! She managed to sell all that her father and grandfather had built (their whole lives) and flew through all that money in five years!

I am glad we managed to get out of there in time, but man I sure do miss the serenity of Poseyville.

Friends one day, Shopping the next!

Sorry I haven't posted anything in a couple of days. I hope you didn't miss me too much!

Sunday...
We went to our best friends house, to pick up her finished project.. I had boughten some yarn (last month) and hired her to make a baby blanket for my nephew due in January, A beautiful soft green with scalloped edging.

I'm sure your asking...Why didn't I do it myself? Well, just like everyones handwriting is different, so are everybodies stitches. She does this stitch that I have tried to duplicate and it just doesn't come out like hers.

After being there for three hours, visiting and eating. I started having a headache that just got worse to the point of a migraine. I don't know if yall remember, but last time I visited her the same thing happened. I called her when we finally got home and was trying to figure out what was triggering it, we came up with nothing. No new cleaning products, no new air freshener. I am at a lose as to why!

This time the headache didn't go away after and hour, this one lingered on through till yesterday afternoon.

Monday...
I had so much shopping to do. I want this Christmas shopping done and over with.
Still nursing my headache, I didn't want to do it but I had to. We only have one card for the store I was going to, so I had to go, cause I had to get that card back to the hubby by the next day.

I wasn't in any hurry, so I took my sweet time. Two hours later I am moving on to my next (and last) store and still didn't manage to find some of the things I was looking for.

I wasn't going to stop at the thrift store, but seriously it is an addiction!
I had to really reign myself in. I had to keep reminding myself that I was not here for me, I was here to find things for the baby and tools for my dad. I never found the tools he was wanting, probably cause I got lost in the linen area. Found a bunch of things for the baby, crib sheets and such.

Something about the linens area that just calls to me. I love to find sheets that have that special feel, it is not so much the look of the sheet as it is the feel. Once I find that feel, then I check the size and condition. Sometimes I will buy them anyways just for material for projects.
I can get all giddy over a find like that! High dollar sheets for four dollars!

I talked to my daughter after the first stop and had to drop by her house, told her I would be by after this next stop. (thrift store was not included in the plan) I still wasn't finished with the last store when hubby called to let me know he was on his way home (as he does everyday).
H...Where are you?
M...I'm still trying to get done with the last store, I'll try to hurry.
H...Don't rush and be VERY CAREFUL!
(He said that cause it had been drizzly all day)
I forgot to tell him about still having to stop by daughters house! Crap!
Now I am rushing around, grabbing who knows what, trying to hurry up! GRR..
Headache starting to come back, just from the stress of running late.

I get to daughter's house and the kids are all "Nana, watch this!" and "How long you going to stay?" Broke my heart to have to get hugs and kisses and run. I won't get to see them again for another 3 weeks!

If only I hadn't stopped at the thrift store for my fix! Bargin prices robbed me of time with the grandkids!!

Fight traffic and finally get home (my saftey zone). Hubby is already home! Crap!!
I rush in the house with just a portion of my loot. I tell hubby there is more (this usally leads to help), nope he proclaims that his day is done!

Fine, find your own supper, cause so is mine!!

Trophy Time

I have had this lovly award bestowed on me by Suzicate over at Water Witch's Daughter . I am baffled but extremely thrilled! If you have never checked her out, please do so. She has an "Old Friend" quality to her posts. Here's the thing..If you like me, then your really going to like her!

Rules are to share seven traits about yourself and pass it on.

Hmmm..Not to sure I have seven, but I'll give it a whirl.

Since I am not good at figuring myself out, I decided to see what others had to say.

My Mom...all negitives! What is up with that, MOM?
Stubborn...Okay maybe I can see that, a little.
Holds a grudge...Very true! There are just somethings I can't seem to get past.
Hoarder...Mom's version of hoarding is not like you would see on tv. She is probaly refering to the fact that I have a lot of keepsakes (like my very old teddy bear) or maybe even refering to the 40+ coffee cups (for two people) or the two drawers full of hand towels. I think that is not hoarding , just collecting. My house is NOT like those on tv, I like a clean house.


OCD is more like it! Not compulsive but collective!

My best friend of 17 years...Another negitive, but with humor behind it.
Short term memory loss...Many times when we were going to Bingo, she would ask me to stop at the store. I would most of the time just drive right on by, even though she just screamed at me "The Store!!" Her most fond and humorous memory of me! LOL

My Brother...sweet and negitive!
Caring, but bitchy.. I mother him! I care so much about him, I tend to come off as preachy or as he would put it..Bitchy! All I want is for him to stand up for himself and stop letting people control him! Is that too much to ask for? I think NOT!


Okay fine, that was bitchy.
(sorry for the bad words) Lets move on..

Hubby...Sweetest man I know.
He says the are all wrong! So sweet, you know he's just saying that so he can stay out of trouble! LOL!

Loving and Caring!
His definition of this is...
I keep the fat man's belly happy, cause he gets fed everyday! LOL!

BFF Janet says...Very sweet! You Rock Girl!
Thrifty...I have no choice but to be thrifty!
Creative...Yes, I can find ways to use things most people would throw away.


My sister says...
Hilarious...Her and Janet are the only ones that thought this. I can make my sister laugh, even with just answering the phone. She is hilarious too!


Now on to finding the lucky winners. Hmm, let me see...

Angelia over at Living, Loving, Laughing...

Stepanie over at Steph in the City

Shell over at Everythings better on a stick

Joshua over at The Technical Parent

My Weekend and Early Christmas

As everyone knows Friday was awful. Saturday was okay, thank goodness. We worked around the house doing little things like cleaning, mowing and oil changes. Everything went fairly fine, but I was still in a funk.

I later watched a movie "Sweet November" with Keanu Reeves and Charlize Theron. Fairly good love story, with a strange ending. Throughout the movie Charlize's character wore a shawl/scarf, a different color to go with what she was wearing. I studied it and decided to give it a try. I started crocheting it that night.

Sunday..the day I have been waiting for. Hubby promised we would go visit our best friends. Something I did Saturday, threw my back out. I still don't know what I did. I rolled out of bed, sat on the floor for a good 10 minutes. Hubby served me coffee on the floor. With the help of hubby, I finally made it to the chair. It started to rain pretty hard, but I was determined that my back nor the rain was going to keep me from getting to go to my BFFs. I havent seen her in about two months!

I had to go to the store first, to get some yarn. I have asked my BF to do a baby blanket for my nephew, due in January. She does this stitch, that I have tried but looks nothing like hers. I tried to get hubby to go in for me, but he is stupid when it comes to yarn. I was kinda peeved with him for not even thinking that maybe I might need his help cause of my back. Oh well, can't expect too much.

I was showing my BF my new project and suddenly she comes out of her room with a present for me. It was a shawl! She says..it's funny you came over today, I just finished it last night. Ironic, I started mine just about the time she finished hers.
Here's my present:


My BF and I started playing a game and about an hour later my head felt like it was going to explode. A migraine had snuck up on me.

Hubby was outside with the men watching the race in the "Man Shed". He is usually the one to come and get me, asking if I am ready to go home. I felt weird going out to ask him. I felt bad about not staying for supper as we usually do, but seriously my head hurt so bad I could barely open my eyes. I still haven't figured out, what triggered it.

I really need to put some meds in my purse! After we got home and I took some meds, my migraine was down to barely exsistant. If I had had them in my purse I wouldn't have had to cut our visit short.

Anyway, isn't my present pretty?