Trying to Get Over the Rainbow: Family

Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts

Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts

Earthquake

Friday, January 6, 2012

The first Friday of the New Year and I’m sitting here pounding my head on the screen trying to knock a thought out. Not that I don’t have any but rather I have too many and I have to pick. Hummmm… which will be my expunged thought of the day?

I had this thought way back mid-last year but the timing was not right. I feel safe now in sharing this story and yes, it is a true story. My first Friday entry shall be a story.

Trick or Treat

Friday, October 28, 2011

Last week was my birthday week and before we get all carried away THANK YOU for all the wishes. I spent it raking leaves and then flat on my back for 3 days with vertigo, which is why I'm just making it back.

In the spirit of the holiday I thought I would share both trick and treat with you, a day with my granny. Been a while since I wrote about her and believe me when I say, a day with her reverberates trick or treat.

Why Was I Not Told?

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

That is my question of the week, well maybe just one more; do you listen or do you talk? Myself, I try to do both; don’t think you are going to talk to me and not get my opinion. Isn’t that what conversation is all about, back and forth, give and take?

To listen, actually listen, is something I have had to work hard at; it did not always come easy to me. I use to have a bad habit of being two steps ahead of the conversation and often would say something that made me sound like a total idiot. A few moments later it made sense. Again, I ask, “Why was I not told?”

In a Moment

Friday, March 25, 2011

Have ever looked across a table into the eyes of another and realized the question they asked is painful? Do you defuse the situation with a flippant comment? Do you blow it off with a sigh or do you look away as if that question had not been asked?

Yesterday I had this opportunity not once, but twice. In an instant I had to stare into hurt eyes and respond. I am not equipped to deal with others pain. My coping mechanism is laughter but laughter is not always the best medicine.

Help Me Wish Her a Happy Birthday

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

She wanted a boy but did not get one.
What she received was a ball playing, gun toting tomboy.
She wanted to dress her little girl in lace and ruffles.
What she had was a dirt magnet that used the lace and ruffles as a teething ring.

Who Sees the Common Thread?

Friday, January 14, 2011

I could see a tear form in her eyes as my mother sat in a restaurant with me yesterday. There on the overhead screen was the funeral coverage of this week’s youngest shooting victim. It had been a stressful morning for both us and yet here we sat; both tearing up.

“Mom, do not cry or I will too,” I told her. She, with her motherly heart, was imagining what it would feel like to bury a child. I, with my compassionate heart, was imaging what it would feel like to have been the one to have taken that child to such an event. We both had reason for tears.

The New Year Begins

Monday, January 3, 2011

For my first true post of 2011 let us begin with some observations. We all know I do not fly, so airport security is of no concern to me but that does not mean I do not notice things. Did you experience airport security over the holidays? Do you know someone who did?

Though, many of you have documented the security process, I wonder how many of you actually looked around? Early this morning I had such an opportunity. Today Ms. Twister began her travels in the advancement of her career and I was the airport shuttle. However, I took the time to look around.

What Drives You Back to Bed...

Saturday, October 30, 2010

This must be my “Trick” day. Waking up at 3:30 in the morning this is what has finally driven me back to bed.

From 3:30 to 5:30am I tried to be as quiet as a church mouse. Bumped, stumped and mashed every extremity I have. (It is hard to whisper swear words.)

From 5:50 to 8:30am I managed to screw several things up related to blogger. Sent a message for help, got spam in return. (Sort of like finding a toothbrush in your Halloween candy.)

Do You Know a Nefarious Thief?

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

In the quite of the morning she knew. With dew drops glistening and the songs birds singing she knew and darkness fell upon her. Over night her world had become merely to duck and cover. “When and how did I become this silent victim?” she thought.

The night had allowed a nefarious thief to creep in and take all that had been so real to her and then vanish. “I do not want folks to pity me,” she thought as emptiness filled her soul. She tried to scream, “I will not give you credence,” but the evil had left its mark.

Grave Mortal Danger; Who Me?

Friday, October 22, 2010

I am sorry but I have to get this off my chest. Apparently, yesterday I put my grandmother and mother in grave mortal danger. Who me, the one who loves their grandmother and mother more than anything?

As you know or in case you don’t, one day a week I spend with my mother and grandmother; yesterday was that day. The weather was good; we had plans and thought all would be grand, NOT!

We started with a routine trip to the chiropractor to get our bones adjusted, followed by a stop at the cemetery. Fall colors and feeding the ducks, nice time. Again, our day was totally routine and enjoyable. It was time for lunch.

It's Friday, Where Were You?

Friday, September 10, 2010

Yes it is Friday and I'm TIRED! I haven't had more than 2 hours sleep and as for the reason? Who knows, my hillbilly alarm clock must be screwed up again. Needless to say I'm running slow this morning. I have composed a memory and will include it but.....

Being that I'm sleep deprived you may want to stop right here and that is okay. I won't bore you any longer. The below memory is my tribute of what I took from 9/11. I hope it makes sense and if you are choosing to leave here let me wish you a fun, wonderful, football filled (if so inclined) weekend. If you are continuing, well...

The Day You Do Not Need To Call

Sunday, September 5, 2010

I cannot remember a single day in my adulthood that I have not phoned my grandmother. It is just a part of my life. As to when the phone calls began I am not sure, though I’m sure my mother would attest it being the day I learned to use the phone. It is these calls that haunt the silence of my Sunday.

My grandmother will be 92 in month or so, and just the thought of not making these calls wells up in my eyes and explodes with my heart skipping a beat. Yesterday I was reminded; I needed to prepare myself that someday soon, I would no longer need to call.

A Sunday Short

Sunday, August 29, 2010

I try really hard to make my Sunday posts short, day of rest and all. Today I will make no exception, I will try again to keep this short. I just have a few things to say.

First and foremost! My father is home!! YEAH, but I’m well aware the road is a long one. I just pray he knows it. They live in another city, so yesterday I only spoke to him on the phone. His voice reflected that of a child receiving everything they had asked for on their Christmas list. He was home and they did not; yet, take away his gravy and biscuits.

Which brings me to all the beautiful comments. Thank you just does not seem to even come close to what I want to convey to you but will have to do. You should know though, you kind sentiments and the fact you cared cannot be measured in mere words. To each of you I send a big Kentucky bear hug.

To my new followers. WELCOME! Thank you for being here. As you can tell I’ve been a little pre-occupied with my family but you have not gone unnoticed.

To all of my followers. I have fallen behind in visiting and commenting I know. This to shall pass. Slowly I will be returning and leaving smiles in your comment forms, promise.

To those I awarded this week. I apologize for not stating how special each of you and your blogs really are, YOU ARE! Please check them out, each are deserving for their very own special reasons.

New Awards. I must pass on a HUGE thank you to Alex, Yvonne and Lee. They have each passed on an award to me, which I plan to take care of early next week. You three are wonderful, great, and dear to my heart, you mean the world to me.

Which by the way, I’m linking my awards to the person who presented it.

Now I’m off to rest, relax and find something calming to get into. Peace be with each of you this wonderful Sunday.

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My Hospital Observations

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

First and foremost I want to express a huge THANK YOU for all the kind words and prayers regarding my father, they worked. While he is still in the ICU, he is doing well, breathing tube removed and sitting up.

While the past five days have not been enjoyable for me I have kept my eyes open. I have seen bad things; I have seen good things and some of it you just had to laugh at. I’m still recovering from this emotional journey and I think it best just to report some of my observations.

It's A Fire Drill, I Can't Turn it Down

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

If I described to you shuffling into a hall, taking a seat on the floor and being told to cover your head, you would know what I’m talking about right? As a child I grew up practicing emergency drills at school and I remember thinking, “If this is a drill, why does the alarm have to sound so long?” At what age do we forget this training?

A couple of days ago my phone rang, it was my grandmother. I started to say, “hello” but was cut off in mid word. I could tell she was all on edge by her first statement, “I’ve lost my ear plugs!” She had requested a pair several weeks ago and I had obeyed her request by taking her a pair. Though I never really understood why she wanted them.

The Wisdom of Great-Grandmother's

Thursday, July 8, 2010

We all flit around in our daily lives doing whatever it is we do to make it our lives. Wandering from situation to situation we at times tend to think poor me, why me, or that should have been me. If there is one thing I have learned in my short life it is, “Nothing is as it seems.”

As a child being scared to death of certain types of movies I can recall what my Great-Grandmother would tell me, “Honey, it is only a movie, there is nothing to fear.” I have carried those words with me my entire life and while the words do not apply to adult situations, the sentiment does.

To My Cyber Family......

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

This morning as I read around my blog world a sudden pang hit my heart. Reading posts I had some how missed, in part thanks to Google, the feeling of an extended cyber family started to take hold. Do you have times when you read another's post and think, “that is exactly what I feel, think or do?”

Well, today it was one post after another that touched my heart or made me think. Oh, I left comments and tired to share the emotion that the post had invoked but felt those comments to be shallow. I felt the need to expand, to reach out to those whom had shared and touched. So what had I read?

Family Cookouts Belong in a Treasure Chest

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Yesterday I posted my intentions for celebrating the 4th of July by attending a family cookout and I wish to report it was a blast. Since it had been years since my fourth had included a family cookout I was not sure what to expect. So I have to ask, have ever thought about all the little family nuances that make getting together so much fun?

Take getting there. I have a knack for always being in the wrong lane on the interstate when it comes to making a right or a left choice. Yesterday was no exception, thanks to the “bitch in the box” though it was no problem. Turn on the GPS, go around the block and poof, you’re back on track. My arrival was achieved.

Arriving a wee bit early allowed me to view other guests as they arrived, priceless. Every family has a gypsy, don’t they? My mother is ours and apparently her invitation said, “Bring the farm.”

A Fish Story of the Golden Kind

Friday, July 2, 2010

Before I prepare for the holiday weekend I have to digress a bit and tell you a fish story. Since I am one who enjoys fishing this tale took me awhile to realize as truth. In fact, I have put off writing this post because I knew proof would be required, I have proof. So what is the fish story?

Well, several weeks ago while again touring the cemetery with my Grandmother and my Mother we drove by the duck ponds and paused. Yes, I know I spend a lot of time in the cemetery but it is a part of my grandmother and she loves the place. Who am I to deny her this simple pleasure?

Anyway, back to the fish story. As we sat there in front of the pond discussing past memories of feeding the ducks as children and all the antics my elders endured, I had a flash back of another creature we use to feed.

Antique Road Show: What Are These Worth?

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

I am a fan of the Antique Road Show and PBS in general. Have you watched the Road Show? Where people bring in all sorts of family relics in hopes that they too, have some valuable heirloom. Ever thought about what heirlooms you might possess?

Last night while watching the Road Show I began to think about all the so-called heirlooms I now possess. As I recalled the memories of dismantling my great-grandmother and grandmothers house I was stuck on one question, what was my family thinking?

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