Crocs. I will own it all day long - I *love Crocs, I am Croc-wearing girl. I have touchy feet due to a medical condition and Crocs make walking and being on my feet bearable again. I live in Crocs and wear them as house-slippers. In the winter? It's the fuzzy lined clog types and socks, Baby, because I'm sexy like that.
Roadside memorials. I love them. Oh, wait, that sounds bad, doesn't it? Nevermind. There is something so touching about them I can’t really describe it Just know I love them.
Cake mix cookies. These are the easiest cookies ever and always turn out great. Using the same basic recipe, you can vary your flavor of cake mix and what you add in (1/2C, more or less, according to your taste), with the result being some darn good cookies! Here is the basic recipe: 1 cake mix, 1/2 cup oil, 2 eggs.Mix together bake at 350ยบ for 10-12 minutes. Don't use cake mixes that require you add butter, so check the back of the box. Otherwise, flavor and add-ins are on you I like to add chocolate chips.
Duck Dynasty I can’t help myself I love this family. I would love to hang out with Uncle Si for an afternoon and hear stories about Nam. Miss Kay could maybe teach me about forgiveness. And sweet little Mia could teach me about courage and grace. If they are not part of your watch list I recommend you put them on your list. A great Christian family who love each other and know how to have fun.
So, some insight on me and things I love because I just know that someday, someone will read this and become enlightened. May the force be with you.
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
just me
Lately I seem to have a love/hate relationship with blogging. I'm not obsessed with it, since I'll go without blogging for a few days, but part of that is because I bore myself with it. The weird part is, nearly every day I think of something, see something, take a picture of something and think "Boy, I should blog about that." And now, suddenly, I feel like really, truly blogging despite having read a few weeks ago that the blogging trend was dying off. It's a rebellion thing, isn't it? I'm being told no and I'm figuratively saying, "Oh, hell, no one tells me no...I'll show you!" Too bad diets aren't out of vogue, that's all I'm saying.
So, from here on out, I'm going to (try to) share my daily life, such as it is. Will it be fun if I get regular readers? Sure it will and I can't lie about that. Part of this is something I want to do almost as a memorial to myself and who I am. I admit, I'm not a big on sharing in real life. If I should die a month from now in a bad, freak cleaning accident, I'd like my kids and grand-kids to read this blog and know who I really am...what makes me laugh and what makes me mad, what I found fun in life and what pissed me off, what makes me sad and what scares me. I'd like them to really know me in a way I can't seem to show well in person. I'd like them to find this and know how very much I loved them
So, from here on out, I'm going to (try to) share my daily life, such as it is. Will it be fun if I get regular readers? Sure it will and I can't lie about that. Part of this is something I want to do almost as a memorial to myself and who I am. I admit, I'm not a big on sharing in real life. If I should die a month from now in a bad, freak cleaning accident, I'd like my kids and grand-kids to read this blog and know who I really am...what makes me laugh and what makes me mad, what I found fun in life and what pissed me off, what makes me sad and what scares me. I'd like them to really know me in a way I can't seem to show well in person. I'd like them to find this and know how very much I loved them
Monday, April 28, 2014
Monday with Morgan
Hunting Easter Eggs in my new dress.
My makeshift Easter Bonnet.
Then some fun at the park.
Friday, April 25, 2014
5 on Friday
1. What are your overall views on marriage? I am all for marriage. If it's for you, it's great. If not, you shouldn't cave in to what other people think. I think marriage works out best for couples who want the same things.
2. Are you married// is marriage something you want? I have been married twice. I must say I like the idea of married and the idea that you always have some one by your side. Mine just did not work out.
3. Do you like the symbolism of wedding rings? Why or why not?Yes, because to me it's a symbol of faith as well as a love always circles back
4. What do you think is the best age, ideally, to get married? (In general.)
Mid to late 20s, but it's when your mentally ready (over the age of 18 though). When you're mature enough to understand and commit. That is different for everyone. I think 25 is a good age where you have a handle on what that actually means.
5. Which is worse: shotgun wedding at 17, or meeting your partner when you're in your sixties?
I don't see why one has to be worse than the other? they both could be bad or they both could be good.
2. Are you married// is marriage something you want? I have been married twice. I must say I like the idea of married and the idea that you always have some one by your side. Mine just did not work out.
3. Do you like the symbolism of wedding rings? Why or why not?Yes, because to me it's a symbol of faith as well as a love always circles back
4. What do you think is the best age, ideally, to get married? (In general.)
Mid to late 20s, but it's when your mentally ready (over the age of 18 though). When you're mature enough to understand and commit. That is different for everyone. I think 25 is a good age where you have a handle on what that actually means.
5. Which is worse: shotgun wedding at 17, or meeting your partner when you're in your sixties?
I don't see why one has to be worse than the other? they both could be bad or they both could be good.
Thursday, April 24, 2014
Hatred
Now that I am much older that I realize how naive and stupid I am.
Growing up I learned about slavery, and how bad it was. I learned about intolerance, and how bad it is. I was learned about murder, torture, harassment, and all kinds of things like that. And I knew that all those things were bad.
To me, it seemed as though this must have been new information for us all. For most of the adults I knew were very prejudiced against black people. They did not go by the name African-American at that time. There was also tremendous intolerance for gay people. They were called "queers" when I was young. Faggot was a term used for guys, and Dyke was for gals. I was guilty of using all the nasty words. Everybody was using them, so it only seemed right. Everybody, that is, except the people on the receiving end of those insults.
I came to realize it was all wrong. I have always had gay and lesbian friends. I didn't always know it. But you see I don't really care about that aspect of my friends' lives. They're my friends. What else do they need to be?
But I believed that people were finally "getting it", and that all of this hatred was fading away. Mine would be the generation to finally end racial hatred. As it turns out my generation is more guilty of the crimes than any generation which has gone before. I say this because my generation has had all of the previous generations to look at and learn from. But we learned the wrong lessons.
I have seen prime examples of racial hatred. Gender hatred. Hatred against class. Hatred against gays and lesbians. I have seen all of these things which before, I failed to see.
It is exhausting to realize how many people just plain hate people who are different. This is whether the difference is skin color, body size, faith, gender, sexual preference, class, or country. But we can't give up trying to put a stop to the hatred. I wish we would all just stop hating each other. So many of the world's problems would just go away if we stopped.
Growing up I learned about slavery, and how bad it was. I learned about intolerance, and how bad it is. I was learned about murder, torture, harassment, and all kinds of things like that. And I knew that all those things were bad.
To me, it seemed as though this must have been new information for us all. For most of the adults I knew were very prejudiced against black people. They did not go by the name African-American at that time. There was also tremendous intolerance for gay people. They were called "queers" when I was young. Faggot was a term used for guys, and Dyke was for gals. I was guilty of using all the nasty words. Everybody was using them, so it only seemed right. Everybody, that is, except the people on the receiving end of those insults.
I came to realize it was all wrong. I have always had gay and lesbian friends. I didn't always know it. But you see I don't really care about that aspect of my friends' lives. They're my friends. What else do they need to be?
But I believed that people were finally "getting it", and that all of this hatred was fading away. Mine would be the generation to finally end racial hatred. As it turns out my generation is more guilty of the crimes than any generation which has gone before. I say this because my generation has had all of the previous generations to look at and learn from. But we learned the wrong lessons.
I have seen prime examples of racial hatred. Gender hatred. Hatred against class. Hatred against gays and lesbians. I have seen all of these things which before, I failed to see.
It is exhausting to realize how many people just plain hate people who are different. This is whether the difference is skin color, body size, faith, gender, sexual preference, class, or country. But we can't give up trying to put a stop to the hatred. I wish we would all just stop hating each other. So many of the world's problems would just go away if we stopped.
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
Who am I?
Sometimes I wonder how much of the "me" that existed back in the 1950s and 60s still exists. Have I really changed much over the past fifty-plus years? Or am I basically the same person?
Certainly, many of the things I enjoyed back then mean nothing to me now. Can't think of one quickly, because it seems to much of what was important to me then is still important to me now. New things have come into my life, to be sure. But that's just part of growing and I'm not sure my discoveries actually changed me.
So many of my years have been spent trying to be "what I'm supposed to be", instead of what I wanted to be. I tried to guess the ideas of other people and conform myself to them. I never really did that well and spent those years very uncomfortable.
My discomfort now, I think, is that I am tossing all that aside, and I'm trying to just be me - and I'm not used to it. The ideals of others don't always fit me. There are attitudes and philosophies I used to adhere to, but now am abandoning. Is it because I have changed who I am, or because I'm simply no longer pretending to be someone I am not?
Certainly, many of the things I enjoyed back then mean nothing to me now. Can't think of one quickly, because it seems to much of what was important to me then is still important to me now. New things have come into my life, to be sure. But that's just part of growing and I'm not sure my discoveries actually changed me.
So many of my years have been spent trying to be "what I'm supposed to be", instead of what I wanted to be. I tried to guess the ideas of other people and conform myself to them. I never really did that well and spent those years very uncomfortable.
My discomfort now, I think, is that I am tossing all that aside, and I'm trying to just be me - and I'm not used to it. The ideals of others don't always fit me. There are attitudes and philosophies I used to adhere to, but now am abandoning. Is it because I have changed who I am, or because I'm simply no longer pretending to be someone I am not?
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Laundry
Remember starch? I don't know if it's even made anymore. Clothes are all permanent press now. Wash them, dry them, hang them up, and the wrinkles are gone. Back in the day when I was young that wasn't so. You wanted to get wrinkles out, you ironed.
I began doing laundry with my grandma when I was in grade school. I may have been eight, nine, or perhaps ten.
She had an old ringer washer. The image is probably as close to what it looked like as anything.
The black hose was used to drain the thing.
The tub was filled manually. We would run a short hose from the faucet of the water heater to the tub and turn on the hot water. When the washing tub was full of soap and water the clothes would be added and the wash cycle engaged. There was no rinse cycle. That was where the wringer came into use.
Next to the washing machine there would be a wash tub. Well, when the washing was done, you would take the clean clothes out of the water and begin running them through the wringer. If you let the next article of clothing rest on the previous,it go ahead and pull them through. The dirty water would fall back into the machine and the "clean" clothes would fall into the clear, hot water in the wash tub.
If you were good, you could actually send more than one piece at a time through. But you had to be careful. The wringer sometimes would jam. Then you had to pop up the top (see the big handle?) pull the clothes back and do it again.
Feeding clothes into the wringer was a bit of a risk. If you weren't careful, you'd get your fingers pinched. Once the clothes soaked in the hot clean water they would be sent through the wringer again. This time, instead of letting the clothes fall, you had to catch them and put them in the wicker baskets (not plastic) to be brought to the clothesline.
So, back to starch. That was using in ironing. I loved ironing. Some things were really hard to iron. Remember pleated skirts? Things with ruffles. Stocking were easy. So were cotton t-shirts. Sheets would have been, except they were so big.
I just smile when I hear someone complain about laundry. They really have no idea.
I began doing laundry with my grandma when I was in grade school. I may have been eight, nine, or perhaps ten.
She had an old ringer washer. The image is probably as close to what it looked like as anything.
The black hose was used to drain the thing.
The tub was filled manually. We would run a short hose from the faucet of the water heater to the tub and turn on the hot water. When the washing tub was full of soap and water the clothes would be added and the wash cycle engaged. There was no rinse cycle. That was where the wringer came into use.
Next to the washing machine there would be a wash tub. Well, when the washing was done, you would take the clean clothes out of the water and begin running them through the wringer. If you let the next article of clothing rest on the previous,it go ahead and pull them through. The dirty water would fall back into the machine and the "clean" clothes would fall into the clear, hot water in the wash tub.
If you were good, you could actually send more than one piece at a time through. But you had to be careful. The wringer sometimes would jam. Then you had to pop up the top (see the big handle?) pull the clothes back and do it again.
Feeding clothes into the wringer was a bit of a risk. If you weren't careful, you'd get your fingers pinched. Once the clothes soaked in the hot clean water they would be sent through the wringer again. This time, instead of letting the clothes fall, you had to catch them and put them in the wicker baskets (not plastic) to be brought to the clothesline.
So, back to starch. That was using in ironing. I loved ironing. Some things were really hard to iron. Remember pleated skirts? Things with ruffles. Stocking were easy. So were cotton t-shirts. Sheets would have been, except they were so big.
I just smile when I hear someone complain about laundry. They really have no idea.
Monday, April 21, 2014
Monday with Morgan
Daddy took me to the park. I love to swing I went really high.
I climbed on a big rock and Daddy took my picture.
I had lots of fun.
Aggie is my very patient dog.
Playing wears me out. Nite Nite
This is just cause Grandma likes it
Sunday, April 20, 2014
Friday, April 18, 2014
5 on Friday
1. Which of your country's leaders (past or present) would you like to have a chance to sit down and talk to?
One of the Founding Fathers, definitely; I think Jefferson or Adams would be my top pick. (Bonus points if I can get them on film saying something about how the US was in fact founded on "Christian principles" so we can end that madness once and for all).
2. What job would you never want to have to do?
Oh there's a lot of these. I wouldn't want to do anything that involves killing something or someone or the decision to kill something or someone, be it working in extermination, the meat industry, or animal medicine.
3. How many kids do you have and what are their ages? If you don't have kids, do you think you want any down the road? If so, how many?
I have 3 grown sons. And I have 5 gorgeous grandchildren. I am not including their ages as it will make ME feel old,
4. Do you have a "blankie" or a favorite stuffed animal? What is it/what does it look like?
No I sure don’t and I don’t believe I ever had one.
5. What is your favorite flower?
Lilac and Peony. Love them
One of the Founding Fathers, definitely; I think Jefferson or Adams would be my top pick. (Bonus points if I can get them on film saying something about how the US was in fact founded on "Christian principles" so we can end that madness once and for all).
2. What job would you never want to have to do?
Oh there's a lot of these. I wouldn't want to do anything that involves killing something or someone or the decision to kill something or someone, be it working in extermination, the meat industry, or animal medicine.
3. How many kids do you have and what are their ages? If you don't have kids, do you think you want any down the road? If so, how many?
I have 3 grown sons. And I have 5 gorgeous grandchildren. I am not including their ages as it will make ME feel old,
4. Do you have a "blankie" or a favorite stuffed animal? What is it/what does it look like?
No I sure don’t and I don’t believe I ever had one.
5. What is your favorite flower?
Lilac and Peony. Love them
Thursday, April 17, 2014
Bullying
Then they asked me being bullied outside of school. My ex-husband was very verbally abusive. I asked "Do you think verbal abuse is bullying?" I got a yes. They said "yes I think verbal abuse is bullying. Words hurt and lower a person's self worth." This blew my mind a little bit. What I thought was normal was actually abuse.
I never thought I could relate to being bullied even tho I lived for years and years with a bully. He used to call me names, tell me I am worthless and lazy, make me feel like I did not deserved everything he did. He was, thankfully, rarely physically abusive, so I really did not think that I was being abused. Now I see that I was. It took years, but I can see that now.
Honestly, and we are being honest here, I sometimes wished he was more physically abusive. Then I would have had a good reason to leave. I felt like the verbal abuse was not a good enough reason. Physical abuse is something you can see. Something that leaves marks and scars. Something that I can point to and say "That is wrong."
After this small revelation, I was very sad. I was sad for all the people being bullied, all the bullies, and me. Why can't we just treat everyone else with respect?
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
All this business about saving daylight
Seriously. I'm sick of hearing people whining about losing an hour of sleep. It's not that bad, I promise. You will get it back. I'll see to it personally. There's a lot of bureaucracy in the Land of Time, so it could take up to 6 months, but I promise that I'll save your hour one way or another.
Plus, if you really think you lost an hour of sleep, you're looking at things the wrong way. I mean, you *did* have the option of going to bed earlier. Or getting up later. I mean, why is everybody so quick to assign the loss of an hour to sleep time. I personally lost an hour of church. What? I never go to church? Well, then I didn't really lose anything did I?
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
There are two types of people:
10. One that calls any type of cola SODA, and the other that calls it POP.
9. Those who hang the roll of toilet paper over, and those who hang under.
8. Those who pour the cereal in first and those that pour the milk in…!
7. Those who do not understand dichotomies.
6. People who read the instructions and those who do not
5. Those who like Journey, and those who lie.
4. There are two “types” of people, the “touch-typists” and the “hunt and peckers”
3. Those who think there are two types of people, and those who don’t.
2. Those that understand Big Bang Theory and those that appreciate all this free time on their hands
1. There are 10 types of people: Those who understand binary and those who don’t.
Here are my answers:
10. soda pop
9. over
8. cereal (people pour the milk in first?!)
6. I never read em. any of them.
5. Do you remember the game Journey for the atari? Journey did all the music. It was awesome.
4. touch-typist
2. I'm a BBT-aholic
1. HAHA! gotta love math jokes!
What are your answers?
9. Those who hang the roll of toilet paper over, and those who hang under.
8. Those who pour the cereal in first and those that pour the milk in…!
7. Those who do not understand dichotomies.
6. People who read the instructions and those who do not
5. Those who like Journey, and those who lie.
4. There are two “types” of people, the “touch-typists” and the “hunt and peckers”
3. Those who think there are two types of people, and those who don’t.
2. Those that understand Big Bang Theory and those that appreciate all this free time on their hands
1. There are 10 types of people: Those who understand binary and those who don’t.
Here are my answers:
10. soda pop
9. over
8. cereal (people pour the milk in first?!)
6. I never read em. any of them.
5. Do you remember the game Journey for the atari? Journey did all the music. It was awesome.
4. touch-typist
2. I'm a BBT-aholic
1. HAHA! gotta love math jokes!
What are your answers?
Monday, April 14, 2014
Monday with Morgan
My mommy and daddy took me to the egg hunt in the park.
I met the Bunny himself. He was so funny
Then we flew my Barbie Kite for while.
It was all fun and games till the kite crashed.
We watched Frozen and my grandma braided my hair like Anna's.
Thursday, April 10, 2014
Things I have been thinking about lately:
1. Politics is supposed to be the second oldest profession. I have come to realize that it bears a very close resemblance to the first.
2. Gardening Rule: When weeding, the best way to make sure you are removing a weed and not a valuable plant is to pull on it. If it comes out of the ground easily, it is a valuable plant.
3. Have you noticed since everyone has a camcorder these days no one talks about seeing UFOs like they used to?
4. Why is there a light in the fridge and not in the freezer?
5. Did you ever notice that when you blow in a dog's face, he gets mad at you, but when you take him on a car ride, he sticks his head out the window?
6. The easiest way to find something lost around the house is to buy a replacement.
7. Why do people point to their wrist when asking for the time, but don't point to their crotch when they ask where the bathroom is?
2. Gardening Rule: When weeding, the best way to make sure you are removing a weed and not a valuable plant is to pull on it. If it comes out of the ground easily, it is a valuable plant.
3. Have you noticed since everyone has a camcorder these days no one talks about seeing UFOs like they used to?
4. Why is there a light in the fridge and not in the freezer?
5. Did you ever notice that when you blow in a dog's face, he gets mad at you, but when you take him on a car ride, he sticks his head out the window?
6. The easiest way to find something lost around the house is to buy a replacement.
7. Why do people point to their wrist when asking for the time, but don't point to their crotch when they ask where the bathroom is?
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