So Chris and I decided to have a pound of puppies and shrimp for dinner and then stopping off at the pier to see what might be happening. I like the pier about as much as I like the warehouse or river walk area down town. You can find anything going on down there, I miss going to see my brothers art work on display, or even the little art gallery he worked in.
We talked to a group in one of the coffee shops a while, making the time pass, I’m not a big coffee drinker so I drank tea. I sat and watched one fellow practically devour another girl’s face for a good 45 minutes. Jealous much? I wasn’t ready to go home just yet, so we walked around making game plans for Friday night’s fun.
We stopped in the inside house to check it out, to my surprise someone had been there very recently. I knew this only because there was food in the fridge, the water was turned on and some miscellaneous papers strewn about on the table.
It was my Pops, but why? What would provoke him to be here instead of home? Another question came to mind; I thought he was in Missouri working on a project. I didn’t want to call Mom and tear her nerves up since she’s slightly recovering from her latest bought. I called PG and asked him, he had no idea why Pops would use the inside house. I called Jacks but of course didn’t get an answer. I walked out and Mr. Pollard was sitting on his front porch as usual, I thought he might know. “Yep, he’s been there cussing up a storm, but not in the last week or so”. That’s my Pops lately.
Chris lives about 8 blocks from the house so he took it upon himself to keep watch. I think maybe a phone call in to the old man might be in order, just to check in --- see if I “need” to do something. Chris insists that he is keeping another woman, I can’t see that happening. Besides that would be full out stupid act to pull, too many people know him.
My Pops hasn’t been him self in over two years now, more angry and spiteful as ever. With rants and raves over the smallest issues. Just before he left for is current project he rambled on and on how I needed to get the house started. “I can take a hint” he wants me out. He groused that he’s heard nothing about Jacks and his school grades, his living conditions or how he is earning an income. Of course there was nothing but praise about Luke and the new office position he just received.
Anyway, I felt like a Hardy Boy on the latest lackluster mystery, “The Mystery of the Summer House Guest”.
Tune in to see what other “exciting” developments occur! Same Blog time same Blog channel!
Thursday, May 29
Tuesday, May 27
Memorial Weekend
Or is it memory weekend? I’m not sure which it could be it flew by so quickly. Friday night more so Friday afternoon I ran out to make sure the Jet Ski was fine tuned and ready to run. We all planned on spending the whole weekend on the water. A friend of ours just bought a 30 foot long houseboat for his kids to “Play around on”. I helped moor it to the dock where they plan on weekly parties which will make summer a little fun.
Trace was booked for every Saturday night on the boat as entertainment, which doubles the fun for me. The deal is, you give one whole dollar as a expense fee, which goes to the moor fees and if they decide to take it out on the river the gas fees, the way gas prices are they wont get it out of the marina and then to pay Trace. Poor guy won’t make ends meet with this gig.
Saturday I spent most of the day with Lori and Mom just relaxing on the beach and opening up the pool. Jacks usually helps me on this project or some times I luck out and Luke and his group come in but it was only me. I took my time cleaning the cover and then maintaining the filter and then testing pool waters out. By afternoon the pool was ready to rock but still cool, I was late opening up this year, and we opened PGs in April so it’s already warm.
That night I ventured back to the houseboat to check on any updates they made or if possibly the thing sunk. It was all ok and intact, everyone was lounging around getting ready to have some fun. Trace was plunking around on his guitar making sure the amplifier worked properly. Michelle was in the kitchen or galley working up some Jello shooters, I sense some one is going to eventually fall over board.
Monday I spend time again at home and we all grilled out, Lori had invited a few of her friends over to swim in the pool which I still felt was too cold.
Thank goodness there is no more school for either of us for a while. I’m ready for that break.
Trace was booked for every Saturday night on the boat as entertainment, which doubles the fun for me. The deal is, you give one whole dollar as a expense fee, which goes to the moor fees and if they decide to take it out on the river the gas fees, the way gas prices are they wont get it out of the marina and then to pay Trace. Poor guy won’t make ends meet with this gig.
Saturday I spent most of the day with Lori and Mom just relaxing on the beach and opening up the pool. Jacks usually helps me on this project or some times I luck out and Luke and his group come in but it was only me. I took my time cleaning the cover and then maintaining the filter and then testing pool waters out. By afternoon the pool was ready to rock but still cool, I was late opening up this year, and we opened PGs in April so it’s already warm.
That night I ventured back to the houseboat to check on any updates they made or if possibly the thing sunk. It was all ok and intact, everyone was lounging around getting ready to have some fun. Trace was plunking around on his guitar making sure the amplifier worked properly. Michelle was in the kitchen or galley working up some Jello shooters, I sense some one is going to eventually fall over board.
Monday I spend time again at home and we all grilled out, Lori had invited a few of her friends over to swim in the pool which I still felt was too cold.
Thank goodness there is no more school for either of us for a while. I’m ready for that break.
Friday, May 23
I blog there for I am……
A long, long and long time ago I used this title on an old blog of mine on Xanga, in fact one girl liked it so well she about copy and pasted the whole thing and used it as her own. Maybe this is a self assurance blog today.
Trace and I were talking last night about the past and crazy times and he asked me why I closed the old Xanga sight. For the life of me I couldn’t give him a good explanation, he said he tells everyone to read it and gives out the link freely. “Thanks, that’s why I have a full mailbox every time I sign on” really, I don’t mind the e-mails.
Anyway, I plan on opening that bad boy up, page by page, it had over two years of blatherings, whines and woes but I saw so much growth in my life and the others around me.
This is, why I blog.
I have some particularly favorite posts on there, the shock of my Moms cancer, fights with Pops, meeting Amy, the battles with Beth, me being sick, the loss of Dee, the antics of Trace and Jacks, memories of Luke and me, his wedding, the birth of Kyle, Lori and her schemes and her men. The parties, oh my God the parties that were posted.
A lot of it was about the start of my business and watching it grow from cutting lawns to where I am now.
There was another online journal I did before Xanga but its long gone now, I wish I could have downloaded the whole series to keep. It was mostly about girls and how I felt about Beth and our dramas. Some people here know Beth personally and know the kind of trouble she can cause. I guess that’s the trouble with doing something on a web site that you don’t maintain. Maybe I should look into setting up my own domain name and carry everything over to that. Wouldn’t that be a treat? Hey, it would give Jacks a busy project! No, never mind he would “accidentally” delete a few juicy ones about him.
In my blog adventures I’ve made some really good friends and read some wonderful comments and visited some very interesting pages of others as well. Met some crazy stalker people, even one met me in a bar after reading my blog religiously; she felt she knew the whole family. Had people ask me for advice and asked for it as well.
For those of you that do read this, I thank you for the comments and letting others know of my site. It helps me to see different points of view when a comment or e-mail is thrown my way, besides it might help Trace in his quest to fill my mail box easier.
If you dare to jump back in time and want a few good laughs then here is the link to the old site.
Trace and I were talking last night about the past and crazy times and he asked me why I closed the old Xanga sight. For the life of me I couldn’t give him a good explanation, he said he tells everyone to read it and gives out the link freely. “Thanks, that’s why I have a full mailbox every time I sign on” really, I don’t mind the e-mails.
Anyway, I plan on opening that bad boy up, page by page, it had over two years of blatherings, whines and woes but I saw so much growth in my life and the others around me.
This is, why I blog.
I have some particularly favorite posts on there, the shock of my Moms cancer, fights with Pops, meeting Amy, the battles with Beth, me being sick, the loss of Dee, the antics of Trace and Jacks, memories of Luke and me, his wedding, the birth of Kyle, Lori and her schemes and her men. The parties, oh my God the parties that were posted.
A lot of it was about the start of my business and watching it grow from cutting lawns to where I am now.
There was another online journal I did before Xanga but its long gone now, I wish I could have downloaded the whole series to keep. It was mostly about girls and how I felt about Beth and our dramas. Some people here know Beth personally and know the kind of trouble she can cause. I guess that’s the trouble with doing something on a web site that you don’t maintain. Maybe I should look into setting up my own domain name and carry everything over to that. Wouldn’t that be a treat? Hey, it would give Jacks a busy project! No, never mind he would “accidentally” delete a few juicy ones about him.
In my blog adventures I’ve made some really good friends and read some wonderful comments and visited some very interesting pages of others as well. Met some crazy stalker people, even one met me in a bar after reading my blog religiously; she felt she knew the whole family. Had people ask me for advice and asked for it as well.
For those of you that do read this, I thank you for the comments and letting others know of my site. It helps me to see different points of view when a comment or e-mail is thrown my way, besides it might help Trace in his quest to fill my mail box easier.
If you dare to jump back in time and want a few good laughs then here is the link to the old site.
Thursday, May 22
I’m back, I think.
It’s been a very busy week here for me; the fountain is almost to a good start. At one time I wanted to pick it up and throw it at the family; I’ve met some indecisive people in my life but come on!
I had to be the “mean old boss” Tuesday with some of the gents, they were working on the City projects, meaning, watering the flowers and plants, maintaining the grass and checking the tree limb situation. I drive over and there are eight, no less, sitting around at 9 am just yucking it up having a grand old time, drinking coffee or what ever. Not so bad really but they had 2 water trucks on a one way street causing minor road blockage. If you know me and traffic, then you know that didn’t sit very well. I gave them the scolding and walked off, one new guy asked me what my problem was…..he found out but quick, I laid in on him like a duck on a June bug.
I need a break, some relaxation and down time, I want to see Jacks or maybe the niece and nephew. Anything but these blocked up city streets and that damned fountain.
Mom is better and relaxing; she gave me a huge scare on Sunday but is improving it appears. The worst part of the whole ordeal is to see her in pain; you see it in her beautiful blue green eyes. So much pain she would be sick and rest-less. Lori would cuddle up around her, knowing she loves the attention, you could tell she wanted to be left alone only because of the aches.
I haven’t spent anytime with Jacks, maybe an occasional catch up text but nothing like usual. Luke has been sent out of the state for a new class in some sort of programming he does. I’m not sure what class it is maybe “triple pound sign C” or “Java to the extreme”, whatever it is, its way over my head. I’ve called every once in a while to check up on Julie and the tikes. They are fine; Camen took her first roll down a flight of stairs the other day, now she frowns at them and shakes her finger and its “bad, bad!” Julie said she heard her roll and then scream bloody murder and just knew she would find body parts all over the landing. Camen was sitting in the floor rubbing her head and slapping the steps, she said she didn’t know whether to laugh or pass out from the relief she was punishing the steps.
Beth stopped in Wednesday to let me see her child, he still is cute. He walked right up to me and held his arms up wanting to be picked up. You can tell he wants some male attention and probably needs it. I would be talking to someone with him in my arms and hear “awwwwww” with his mouth wide open and drooling he would lean in and smash it to my cheek. Everything is “No” you can ask him if he is hungry and it’s the no answer but shove a cookie near him and his mouth flies open. Kids….. Just as indecisive.
I had to be the “mean old boss” Tuesday with some of the gents, they were working on the City projects, meaning, watering the flowers and plants, maintaining the grass and checking the tree limb situation. I drive over and there are eight, no less, sitting around at 9 am just yucking it up having a grand old time, drinking coffee or what ever. Not so bad really but they had 2 water trucks on a one way street causing minor road blockage. If you know me and traffic, then you know that didn’t sit very well. I gave them the scolding and walked off, one new guy asked me what my problem was…..he found out but quick, I laid in on him like a duck on a June bug.
I need a break, some relaxation and down time, I want to see Jacks or maybe the niece and nephew. Anything but these blocked up city streets and that damned fountain.
Mom is better and relaxing; she gave me a huge scare on Sunday but is improving it appears. The worst part of the whole ordeal is to see her in pain; you see it in her beautiful blue green eyes. So much pain she would be sick and rest-less. Lori would cuddle up around her, knowing she loves the attention, you could tell she wanted to be left alone only because of the aches.
I haven’t spent anytime with Jacks, maybe an occasional catch up text but nothing like usual. Luke has been sent out of the state for a new class in some sort of programming he does. I’m not sure what class it is maybe “triple pound sign C” or “Java to the extreme”, whatever it is, its way over my head. I’ve called every once in a while to check up on Julie and the tikes. They are fine; Camen took her first roll down a flight of stairs the other day, now she frowns at them and shakes her finger and its “bad, bad!” Julie said she heard her roll and then scream bloody murder and just knew she would find body parts all over the landing. Camen was sitting in the floor rubbing her head and slapping the steps, she said she didn’t know whether to laugh or pass out from the relief she was punishing the steps.
Beth stopped in Wednesday to let me see her child, he still is cute. He walked right up to me and held his arms up wanting to be picked up. You can tell he wants some male attention and probably needs it. I would be talking to someone with him in my arms and hear “awwwwww” with his mouth wide open and drooling he would lean in and smash it to my cheek. Everything is “No” you can ask him if he is hungry and it’s the no answer but shove a cookie near him and his mouth flies open. Kids….. Just as indecisive.
Friday, May 16
Friday’s thoughts………
This week has been an interesting one, with so many personalities clashing back and forth its all about to come to a head.
Monday was work per usual, with the fountain going steadily along, or so I thought. The people I’m putting it in for are nice enough, but they refuse to give me a direction to work with so I do my own thing. They look at it and nod a yay or neigh on the results. I don’t particularly like that approach, give me a clue to what you desire and let me make it. Hating to do one thing and look back and wait for the nod is very annoying to me.
Tuesday, Lori had her ball game, she played third base that night, I was for sure she would be day dreaming when the ball came but she wasn’t and got the girl on second out. She smiled huge the whole night with pride. “Did you see me get that girl out?” if I heard that once I heard it a billion times that night.
The rest of the week the weather hasn’t permitted me to work too much outside, I chatted some with Jacks buddy a while. I think I bored her to tears and the phone here kept ringing off the hook. It was the fountain people asking me if I might work this weekend. “No” for some reason this project isn’t turning out as fun as the others.
I think different world events put me up in a foam, hence the earthquake blog.
Pops is still out of town, the peace and quiet of him out of the house is a much welcomed feature. It’s like a breath of fresh air to come home and him not being there screeching out orders, or complaining about something or another, which no one has any control over.
Mom hasn’t had a good week, she’s very tired again and I’ve noticed G has been around the house more. They are usually skipping about the town doing whatever. The other night I walked in on her being sick which startled me because she’s not let on to us that she’s not feeling well. “It’s the new medication they have me on, don’t worry” Hell, I didn’t know they put her on any new medication!
Jacks called me Wednesday night very upset; I told him that I couldn’t take that as well. He needs to settle some problems himself,. I felt guilty telling him that. He hung up on me. Maybe tonight he and I can have a long chat, about his classes and work again and get it sorted out.
Today, well it’s of course payday for the folks in the field. I love this day because everyone is happy! Tonight I plan on going out at the pub and baby-sit or shall I say be babysat with Michelle as she moons over Trace.
With all the bumps in the road going around me, I think I’ve dealt with them pretty well. The weekend is here and I’m ready to sit a while and watch others.
Monday was work per usual, with the fountain going steadily along, or so I thought. The people I’m putting it in for are nice enough, but they refuse to give me a direction to work with so I do my own thing. They look at it and nod a yay or neigh on the results. I don’t particularly like that approach, give me a clue to what you desire and let me make it. Hating to do one thing and look back and wait for the nod is very annoying to me.
Tuesday, Lori had her ball game, she played third base that night, I was for sure she would be day dreaming when the ball came but she wasn’t and got the girl on second out. She smiled huge the whole night with pride. “Did you see me get that girl out?” if I heard that once I heard it a billion times that night.
The rest of the week the weather hasn’t permitted me to work too much outside, I chatted some with Jacks buddy a while. I think I bored her to tears and the phone here kept ringing off the hook. It was the fountain people asking me if I might work this weekend. “No” for some reason this project isn’t turning out as fun as the others.
I think different world events put me up in a foam, hence the earthquake blog.
Pops is still out of town, the peace and quiet of him out of the house is a much welcomed feature. It’s like a breath of fresh air to come home and him not being there screeching out orders, or complaining about something or another, which no one has any control over.
Mom hasn’t had a good week, she’s very tired again and I’ve noticed G has been around the house more. They are usually skipping about the town doing whatever. The other night I walked in on her being sick which startled me because she’s not let on to us that she’s not feeling well. “It’s the new medication they have me on, don’t worry” Hell, I didn’t know they put her on any new medication!
Jacks called me Wednesday night very upset; I told him that I couldn’t take that as well. He needs to settle some problems himself,. I felt guilty telling him that. He hung up on me. Maybe tonight he and I can have a long chat, about his classes and work again and get it sorted out.
Today, well it’s of course payday for the folks in the field. I love this day because everyone is happy! Tonight I plan on going out at the pub and baby-sit or shall I say be babysat with Michelle as she moons over Trace.
With all the bumps in the road going around me, I think I’ve dealt with them pretty well. The weekend is here and I’m ready to sit a while and watch others.
Tuesday, May 13
So you wake up:
Let’s pretend --- I love these kinds of posts….You wake up early in the morning, shower and dress. Sit down at the table and munch on your favorite breakfast food, possibly while reading the news or watching TV. The sun is shining and birds are singing and fluffy little cotton clouds roll on a bright blue sky. Good Day so far….
You jump in your car/truck/bike and off to work/school you race. Listening to your favorite music or maybe to a motivational CD or learning a new language. You walk in and say your good mornings and receive them back with smiles. Good Day so far…
While at work/school perhaps you meet someone new and make a new friend, or find out you really do love someone. Good Day so far…
You work on a project all day and complete it with many complements given to you on your job well done. Good Day so far…..
Driving home, the same routine, listening to your favorites, enjoying the view, just making a wind down from the very progressive day. Good Day so far….
At home you of course change into comfortable clothes, maybe dinner is set and waiting on you, or you may have to make it yourself. You eat and enjoy every morsel of food savoring the flavors smelling the smells, having a good conversation as you dine. Good Day so far…
Later you may choose to watch a movie or read, talk on the phone or go out... what ever your heart desires because… it’s a Good Day so far…..
Late night, time for rest, you climb into your bed, soft and warm, lay your head on the cool pillow and close your eyes. You reflect on the day, maybe the work/school events, or the conversations you had, maybe the fact you found a friend or just realized you were in love. You get that tingly butterfly feeling in you stomach for tomorrows endeavor to come…Good Day so far…
It’s dark; in the silence you feel your bed jolt as if in a dream. You wake to pressure on your body; struggling to open you eyes. It feels as if sand or gravel were in them as you blink wildly to clear to see, it’s too dark…. You can’t move with a heavy weight and feel a sharp pain in one of your limbs as if you were being pierced by an object. Struggling to free your self you find that it is futile.
Your breathing is labored by the weight on your chest and by the confusion of not knowing what is going on. Its silent, no birds chirping, no music, or TV, no friends chatter. Your body aches from the contortion of being pinned in your once comfortable bed. . Minutes pass, or is it hours?
What happened? Where did those sweet smells and sounds go? The flutter of a new friendship or love, the happiness of a completed project, you lay and wonder….Where is my Good Day?
It’s an earth quake….as you have your Good Day, think of the helpless in China….
You jump in your car/truck/bike and off to work/school you race. Listening to your favorite music or maybe to a motivational CD or learning a new language. You walk in and say your good mornings and receive them back with smiles. Good Day so far…
While at work/school perhaps you meet someone new and make a new friend, or find out you really do love someone. Good Day so far…
You work on a project all day and complete it with many complements given to you on your job well done. Good Day so far…..
Driving home, the same routine, listening to your favorites, enjoying the view, just making a wind down from the very progressive day. Good Day so far….
At home you of course change into comfortable clothes, maybe dinner is set and waiting on you, or you may have to make it yourself. You eat and enjoy every morsel of food savoring the flavors smelling the smells, having a good conversation as you dine. Good Day so far…
Later you may choose to watch a movie or read, talk on the phone or go out... what ever your heart desires because… it’s a Good Day so far…..
Late night, time for rest, you climb into your bed, soft and warm, lay your head on the cool pillow and close your eyes. You reflect on the day, maybe the work/school events, or the conversations you had, maybe the fact you found a friend or just realized you were in love. You get that tingly butterfly feeling in you stomach for tomorrows endeavor to come…Good Day so far…
It’s dark; in the silence you feel your bed jolt as if in a dream. You wake to pressure on your body; struggling to open you eyes. It feels as if sand or gravel were in them as you blink wildly to clear to see, it’s too dark…. You can’t move with a heavy weight and feel a sharp pain in one of your limbs as if you were being pierced by an object. Struggling to free your self you find that it is futile.
Your breathing is labored by the weight on your chest and by the confusion of not knowing what is going on. Its silent, no birds chirping, no music, or TV, no friends chatter. Your body aches from the contortion of being pinned in your once comfortable bed. . Minutes pass, or is it hours?
What happened? Where did those sweet smells and sounds go? The flutter of a new friendship or love, the happiness of a completed project, you lay and wonder….Where is my Good Day?
It’s an earth quake….as you have your Good Day, think of the helpless in China….
Monday, May 12
Per usual
It’s Monday so I must blog, I’ve been an evil, evil man these last few days. Teasing everyone and making a total nuisance of myself in one matter or another. I’ve picked on Amy in any and every fathomable way possible, she had a disaster with walking her dogs and ended up scraping her face and hands. I picked on her mercilessly.
I low rated Jacks with a terrible scheme to keep him out of harms way, ok my bad on that plan, it was all my idea. I also put Jess in a lot of trouble along with me; she and I will be getting into much trouble with our schemes.
I picked on Lori Sunday in the making of the “panny cakes” for Mom. This is what put me in check, she pulled me down by the shirt looked me straight in the eye and told me to grow up.
I won’t go into details of the Friday night scheme for fear of making Jacks blood boil once more. My intentions were only of a good nature and pulling Jess into it was of my own design. However, I did manage to go out with the gents a while and listen to Trace strum his heart out.
The weather was a total disaster which will put me inn all sorts of behind on my fountain project. I worked like a mad man the majority of the day, shuffling phone calls and requests to reschedule meetings.
Saturday was semi uneventful, I lounged around a while and talked to my G about my silliness, I really wanted to start on the house but still the weather wouldn’t permit it. Lori and I made plans for Mothers Day, going to the food store to purchase the ingredients to make her breakfast in bed. Making sure the day of the sauna was still on track and making a check list and counting things twice.
Sunday we did the surprise to Mom; she of course played out the surprised gesture for Lori and smiled at me. Luke called her right on queue as did Jacks. Later the phone call from hell came from Jacks came to me, as he low rated me to no end. I’ve never heard him so mad and upset in a long while, in one sense it broke my heart and in another it scared me. He quickly pointed out the error of my ways, ever gets that feeling as if your heart stopped or melted and a heat wave runs across your face? Luke called me just about every hour wanting to know details.
Sunday night I relaxed and pondered on the whole weekend, saw my childish ways. At times I think that I don’t deserve the gifts and privileges that were given to me, how can I be an adult enough to own a home or run a business? Some of my stupid antics are embarrassing even for me at times, let alone my nine year old sister.
So its time for me to regroup and get a hold of myself, I’ve played the carefree adult long enough, time for me to get my “Life” game plan on again.
I low rated Jacks with a terrible scheme to keep him out of harms way, ok my bad on that plan, it was all my idea. I also put Jess in a lot of trouble along with me; she and I will be getting into much trouble with our schemes.
I picked on Lori Sunday in the making of the “panny cakes” for Mom. This is what put me in check, she pulled me down by the shirt looked me straight in the eye and told me to grow up.
I won’t go into details of the Friday night scheme for fear of making Jacks blood boil once more. My intentions were only of a good nature and pulling Jess into it was of my own design. However, I did manage to go out with the gents a while and listen to Trace strum his heart out.
The weather was a total disaster which will put me inn all sorts of behind on my fountain project. I worked like a mad man the majority of the day, shuffling phone calls and requests to reschedule meetings.
Saturday was semi uneventful, I lounged around a while and talked to my G about my silliness, I really wanted to start on the house but still the weather wouldn’t permit it. Lori and I made plans for Mothers Day, going to the food store to purchase the ingredients to make her breakfast in bed. Making sure the day of the sauna was still on track and making a check list and counting things twice.
Sunday we did the surprise to Mom; she of course played out the surprised gesture for Lori and smiled at me. Luke called her right on queue as did Jacks. Later the phone call from hell came from Jacks came to me, as he low rated me to no end. I’ve never heard him so mad and upset in a long while, in one sense it broke my heart and in another it scared me. He quickly pointed out the error of my ways, ever gets that feeling as if your heart stopped or melted and a heat wave runs across your face? Luke called me just about every hour wanting to know details.
Sunday night I relaxed and pondered on the whole weekend, saw my childish ways. At times I think that I don’t deserve the gifts and privileges that were given to me, how can I be an adult enough to own a home or run a business? Some of my stupid antics are embarrassing even for me at times, let alone my nine year old sister.
So its time for me to regroup and get a hold of myself, I’ve played the carefree adult long enough, time for me to get my “Life” game plan on again.
Sunday, May 11
A Mother of a day!
It’s a Sunday and usually I blog on Mondays of all the happenings over the weekend, but today I chose to do it today because, well, its Mothers Day! I thought about making some sort of sappy dedication to Mom today, although I did go all out bought her flowers and will be taking her out to dinner. Lori wanted to clean house and have a day on the beach or a sauna. However the weather isn’t permitting the sun part of the fun. We opted for a nice lunch, made with our own two hands, later she and Lori gooping it up at the sauna together. A little bit about our Mom, the famous glue to the family: She is the youngest of four sisters and seven brothers, now you can see why she loves large families. She is terrified of snakes, when she was younger she was playing in a creek, she unknowingly disturbed a water moccasin, which chased her out of the creek and into a bob wire fence. Her brothers still talk about how she screamed bloody murder and has night mares about it to this day. In her high school years she was offered a full scholarship to a nursing school, which she promptly jumped on. Graduating with her degree she started working for a local doctor in a private practice, then off to the hospital where she helped with the “sick babies” hence her love for the children. She was tender and sweet with them, taking care of each one as if they were her own. One of the nurses said that she would take the very sick babies and rock and sing them to sleep. Sometimes, being there hours past when her work shift was over to tend to them, not wanting to leave, I remember once she told me that she would come home every night and cry because some of the babies were so ill. While she nursed she continued her education on to her masters and more. She loved learning but she loved to teach even more, “When you take time to learn, it’s important to share your knowledge”. She worked on the weekends for the local doctor where she met my Pops, typical movie like setting. She was the nurse and he, the patient, with a hernia no less. At that time he was sweet and caring to her, I can’t say he still isn’t, he loves her dearly, but then, this isn’t about him it is about her. They fell in love and a year later, they were married and working on their own family together. First was Matthew, where she ended up once again in the sick babies ward. Kind of ironic isn’t it? Matthew didn’t make it sadly, putting her in a slump and wanting nothing to do with nursing. I think she was disturbed that all those years of sick babies she helped but she couldn’t save her own. She focused on making her family, a year later out popped Luke, all healthy and happy. Then myself and very soon after Jackson, three boys to keep her hands full but her mind felt foggy at times. Moving almost every 3 years because of my Pops job, she really couldn’t keep a proper working position. After a long wait they found a place that would appear to be stationary, she opted to teaching at a local college. There she honed her practice and love of sharing her knowledge. Soon Luke was old enough to begin school also the moving from state to state began again. To make her life full she chose to home school her three bunnies. She called us her bunnies because of how the mother rabbits nurtured her babies. Some people think its easy to be home schooled, you never were taught by my Mom, and she had field trips and library time. There was none of this coming into her class in PJs and playing, she was all business. No fake illness, you have to remember she was a nurse too!A few years later Lori came, full of blonde curls and a cherub smile, just like her mommy. She however wanted more children, I’m taking four wasn’t enough for her. As fate would have it for days on end she felt weak, not from having the four of us keeping her running but a terrible blood cancer was racing through her body. After some treatments she seemed to have it under control and taking charge of her life again. Until the fateful day she found the lump under her breast, yes it was breast cancer. She licked that nasty devil as well, fooling her that life was clear and cherry she felt weak again, hoping the blood cancer had not returned she found herself back in the hospital with colon cancer. With one huge major surgery she could no longer have children; they removed every non essential organ, including the female organs, to her dismay, no more children. She didn’t let that get her down; they could have easily adopted more. She now spends her days shopping with my G and enjoying her church activities.
Her three older bunnies are no longer of school age and she doesn’t have the strength to tutor Lori. Although, she has taught us so much; how to love and forgive one another, to think how another person may feel, not to be afraid to love and show it. To share and be caring not only for ourselves; to realize that not every family has had the opportunities that were given to us and be understanding of that. So here’s to you Mom, the glue, the band aid bearer, the dinner maker, teacher, caretaker, friend, and confidant in our lives. She’s also that to many other people in their lives as well.
Mom, keep in your heart that we love you and depend on you and that we may be scattered all over the place you are sill in our hearts. We wish you many, many more Happy Mothers Days.
Her three older bunnies are no longer of school age and she doesn’t have the strength to tutor Lori. Although, she has taught us so much; how to love and forgive one another, to think how another person may feel, not to be afraid to love and show it. To share and be caring not only for ourselves; to realize that not every family has had the opportunities that were given to us and be understanding of that. So here’s to you Mom, the glue, the band aid bearer, the dinner maker, teacher, caretaker, friend, and confidant in our lives. She’s also that to many other people in their lives as well.
Mom, keep in your heart that we love you and depend on you and that we may be scattered all over the place you are sill in our hearts. We wish you many, many more Happy Mothers Days.
Tuesday, May 6
Well it’s officially a Tuesday
This weekend was nice just to get out a while and not really work so much, I had planned on working on Saturday for a while but that went bust. Bee and a few of her friends dropped in at the green house, needless to say no work was accomplished.
Sunday of course time with G and PG and eating so much food I walked funny after. G loves to pack food on you, and to cram food on babies as well. I pity the moms that hand over their kids to her, they all leave hopped up on whatever she has at hand.
Both nights of the weekend were spent with Trace and Michelle, they are a cute couple, I felt like a third wheel. They insisted I go with them on all their outings; I was a pity case for them. His meeting with the record guys was a smooth operation.
Monday was extremely busy for me, and possibly this whole week will be. We start the fountain I’ve been modeling for the last few weeks; I am excited to see how that comes out. When I presented the mini version of what was perceived to be the new additions, the property owners seemed please and wanted to purchase the model, I couldn’t part with it. This whole week the weather is supposed to be very nice, a little foggy in the mornings but that’s doable.
Monday night was a ball game for my sister, they lost by one point. 12 to 13 was the score and they were short 2 players in the outfield. Lori left mad, one of the moms on her team offered to give her daughter 20 dollars if she hit the ball to the fence, who does that? I thought this was supposed to be a fun time, no pressure. Anyway she didn’t get a hit and they still lost. I say they were robbed the umpire was blind; he put on his rose colored glasses when our team was up to bat.
Sunday of course time with G and PG and eating so much food I walked funny after. G loves to pack food on you, and to cram food on babies as well. I pity the moms that hand over their kids to her, they all leave hopped up on whatever she has at hand.
Both nights of the weekend were spent with Trace and Michelle, they are a cute couple, I felt like a third wheel. They insisted I go with them on all their outings; I was a pity case for them. His meeting with the record guys was a smooth operation.
Monday was extremely busy for me, and possibly this whole week will be. We start the fountain I’ve been modeling for the last few weeks; I am excited to see how that comes out. When I presented the mini version of what was perceived to be the new additions, the property owners seemed please and wanted to purchase the model, I couldn’t part with it. This whole week the weather is supposed to be very nice, a little foggy in the mornings but that’s doable.
Monday night was a ball game for my sister, they lost by one point. 12 to 13 was the score and they were short 2 players in the outfield. Lori left mad, one of the moms on her team offered to give her daughter 20 dollars if she hit the ball to the fence, who does that? I thought this was supposed to be a fun time, no pressure. Anyway she didn’t get a hit and they still lost. I say they were robbed the umpire was blind; he put on his rose colored glasses when our team was up to bat.
Friday, May 2
Friday is here!
Well, we made it again, seems like we always do. It’s of course payday with the green team crew waiting on their respective pay checks to do what ever they please. I of course plan on spending mine on food and fun, this is the designated food and fun check.
The last couple of days I’ve been missing a friend of mine from high school. When we were younger, he and I had our first school bus battle; Luke of course talked him out of beating my ass. I ate lunch with a few of the guys and of course the main gossip topics were; women and food and where Brian might be.
Brian and I knocked heads constantly, I never really knew why. In the 10th grade he and I were in the same class. We played on the same ball teams and battled for the same positions in every game. Luke would calm me down telling me “There is always one of those guys, they will want what you have, deal with him and go on”. He was right, I won some and lost some but it kept me on my toes.
Our junior year, it all changed; I spent the summer before bulking up for football. I grew more than 4 inches and gained over 30 pounds. I wasn’t the same guy, of course that’s all thanks to Luke who thought being a body builder was in his future. This meant I needed to be one as well, so we both worked out during the summer. Brian was the same wiry guy, getting into everyone’s business and going after all the girls.
Senior year and I hardly saw Brian; he stopped playing ball and was hanging out with a different crowd. The “Back of the gym group” the smokers and tokers of the high school.
I heard rumors that he married and has one child, a little boy that is tall and gangly just like his dad. (I wonder if he bullies on the bus too). Later he divorced from his wife; I could go on with some of their battles. One that comes to mind is the time she put out a cigarette in his chest; sparks flew like a roman candle on the dance floor of the club. He also would go party with another friend of mine, Jenny.
A couple of years later, I would see him off and on supposedly at his job; he wore nice pants and shirt, possibly working with his father accounting firm. At least it appeared to have stopping hanging out with the gym bunch and was making it on his way.
Last weekend there was a party, and a few of my friends said they saw him out being his crazy self, doing the air guitar and beer bottle mic routines per usual. Two weeks ago I saw him; he was on the pier doing his routine, with a bottle of Jack in hand.
Yesterday the rumor mill began, “Have you heard about Brian?” I of course had not. Apparently he’s gone back to doing drugs once more, this shocks me because I was so sure he was growing up and getting along in life. He and I even spoke about Jenny and her problem, that how easily that could have been one of us instead of her. From what I gather he is in the hospital trying to get off whatever drug he is on.
It just comes to show you that life can lead you on any path; it’s your choice to decide which on to take. Right or wrong in your eyes is the key.
The last couple of days I’ve been missing a friend of mine from high school. When we were younger, he and I had our first school bus battle; Luke of course talked him out of beating my ass. I ate lunch with a few of the guys and of course the main gossip topics were; women and food and where Brian might be.
Brian and I knocked heads constantly, I never really knew why. In the 10th grade he and I were in the same class. We played on the same ball teams and battled for the same positions in every game. Luke would calm me down telling me “There is always one of those guys, they will want what you have, deal with him and go on”. He was right, I won some and lost some but it kept me on my toes.
Our junior year, it all changed; I spent the summer before bulking up for football. I grew more than 4 inches and gained over 30 pounds. I wasn’t the same guy, of course that’s all thanks to Luke who thought being a body builder was in his future. This meant I needed to be one as well, so we both worked out during the summer. Brian was the same wiry guy, getting into everyone’s business and going after all the girls.
Senior year and I hardly saw Brian; he stopped playing ball and was hanging out with a different crowd. The “Back of the gym group” the smokers and tokers of the high school.
I heard rumors that he married and has one child, a little boy that is tall and gangly just like his dad. (I wonder if he bullies on the bus too). Later he divorced from his wife; I could go on with some of their battles. One that comes to mind is the time she put out a cigarette in his chest; sparks flew like a roman candle on the dance floor of the club. He also would go party with another friend of mine, Jenny.
A couple of years later, I would see him off and on supposedly at his job; he wore nice pants and shirt, possibly working with his father accounting firm. At least it appeared to have stopping hanging out with the gym bunch and was making it on his way.
Last weekend there was a party, and a few of my friends said they saw him out being his crazy self, doing the air guitar and beer bottle mic routines per usual. Two weeks ago I saw him; he was on the pier doing his routine, with a bottle of Jack in hand.
Yesterday the rumor mill began, “Have you heard about Brian?” I of course had not. Apparently he’s gone back to doing drugs once more, this shocks me because I was so sure he was growing up and getting along in life. He and I even spoke about Jenny and her problem, that how easily that could have been one of us instead of her. From what I gather he is in the hospital trying to get off whatever drug he is on.
It just comes to show you that life can lead you on any path; it’s your choice to decide which on to take. Right or wrong in your eyes is the key.
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