Throwback Thursday

I haven’t done this in awhile…. Throwback from waaay back! This is my Dad on the left, his brother (my uncle) on the right. Dad was born in 1937. His brother was a little older, but I don’t recall the year he was born. Dad is 81 years old this year. Sadly, my uncle passed away about 2 years ago.

I cherish every day Dad is with me. He’s my comic relief! I think I would go mad if it weren’t for him. I love him to pieces, forever and always. Ok, now I’m getting sentimental and teary-eyed. I’ll just leave this right here…..


No More Monkeys Jumping On The Bed

Once when my sisters and I were young, my youngest sister, who was probably around 5 years old, was jumping on the furniture. She knew better. Mom and Dad were always telling us to “stop jumping on the furniture!” Youngest sister was a brat and a half and did it anyway. She fell and knocked her head on the coffee table. Then she ran like a bat out of hell because she knew she was in big trouble! Everyone was chasing her, trying to catch her because she had blood spewing out of her head!! So, to the hospital she went. I don’t recall how many stitches she ended up with, but to my knowledge, she never jumped on the furniture again! In fact, I don’t think any of us ever jumped on the furniture again!

Goes to show you, kids don’t always do as they’re told. They have to learn on their own. As parents, we just have to pray they don’t kill themselves while learning their life lessons.


Tears of Joy & My Baby Boy

Maybe you missed me, maybe you didn’t. It’s all good. I’m back nonetheless. This post might come a little scrambled….as my thoughts are still a bit scrambled from the event of the weekend.

My son and his girlfriend tied the knot this past Saturday evening. It was surreal and was as though time had stood still for just a few moments. This would be the last time my baby boy would be single.

As the music started, my son walked me to my seat. He waited patiently front and center while the rest of the Wedding Party was seated or had taken their place up front. One of the most touching moments was when the Bride’s Grandmother was being pushed in her wheelchair as she dropped flower petals along the path. What a beautiful Flower Girl!

I watched, fighting the tears, as my son saw his Bride for the first time in her dress, walking down the aisle with her Father. The Bride and her dress were gorgeous of course, but my son’s expression was priceless!

The Bride’s Brother officiated. It was a lovely ceremony and I couldn’t help but tear up. Of course, the hot flashes made me feel as though I was going to explode so I fanned myself quietly with the Wedding program in hand.

When my son and his Bride were pronounced Man and Wife, they shared a kiss that was passionate and a bit long. A bit too long for the Bride’s Father, who spoke up, “That’s enough!” Everyone chuckled out loud and it was done. My son was married! I have a new daughter and I’m happy to welcome her into my family as her family has welcomed my son into theirs.

I pray they have a long and loving marriage. I hope they give me lots of grandbabies! I will always wish the best for them because I love them both so much! I can’t wait to see what’s in their future! Right now, they are having a short and sweet Honeymoon. I can’t wait to see them when they come back!

For now, I get caught up on laundry and other chores! Chronic pain has caused me major problems these past couple weeks so I am suffering from lack of sleep. Getting back to my normal routine and getting in those daily power naps will help. Hopefully, I’ll be able to get back to my writing this week, too! Fingers crossed!


Throwback Thursday

As I mentioned before, I have been going through old papers and such, and I keep finding memories; sometimes the memories are difficult but sometimes they’re much treasured! This is a little treasure that my sister, aka Pookie, sent me several years ago. The photo is of the two of us when we were kids. I’m the oldest. I don’t think our youngest sister was born yet. We were buds back then and we’re still great friends today!




The Good Guys

Earlier today I was going through some old papers of mine. I ran across a folder of what contained my writings of many years ago. (Most of which I’d probably never share here because I cringed reading them!) I did, however, find a story my daughter made up when she was very small. I say ‘made up’ because I actually took pen to paper for her as she told me her story. I believe she was just 5 or 6 years old at the time.

It brought a tear to my eye as I read it, but not because it was a sad story. In fact, it wasn’t the story at all. It was the memory of hearing her tell me the story. I absolutely loved being a mom and I did my very best to be a better mom to my kids than my mom was to my sisters and me. She wasn’t a horrid person or anything, but I really have no fond memories of bedtime stories, games, playtime, etc., with her. Most of my memories of those things (and more) were with my Dad. I just think some people were not meant to be parents and I think Mom may have been one of those people.

My mom’s mother was a single mom and she worked in a bar/restaurant. She spent much of her free time at that bar instead of spending time with her children. My mom didn’t have a good role model to teach her how to be a mom. Simple as that. I, on the other hand, had aunts, moms of my friends, and teachers who were great role models. I watched them as they played their roles and I wanted to be like them. I’d like to think they played a huge roll in the kind of parent I turned out to be.

I miss the days when my kids and I had our fun times together. Alas, kids grow up and moms grow older. I’m glad I have my memories! On to my daughter’s story….. I wonder if she remembers this!

The Good Guys

Once upon a time, there was an alligator and an elephant. The alligator’s name was Princess and the elephant’s name was Big El. Princess and Big El have a friend called Mingro Fish. Mingro Fish is the shark’s best friend. The shark’s name is Tiger and he is 7 years old. The momma shark’s name is Three. There is a baby seal and her name is Four. All these animals are good friends and they are nice to each other.

The Cowboys and Indians must be nice because they don’t have guns. The Cowboys and Indians ride horses and they are friends with Princess, Big El, Tiger, Three, and Four. The friends eat sandwiches with meat and cheese and bread with no mayonnaise when it’s dinner time and they stay out of the kitchen. They have to stay out of the kitchen until Three says it’s time to eat.

After dinner, they brush their teeth and their hair. Then they put their pajamas on and they change their panties. They put their dirty clothes in the hamper because that’s where they belong. And then they go off to bed. They don’t cry and they don’t argue because they’re not supposed to.

The End