Today is my birthday. I celebrate life a little everyday, so anniversaries of my birth come and go without much fanfare. I'm pretty much loving life at this point. The aches and pains, and physical limitations, are a bummer... but everything else is good. I am blessed.
I have been at SCM for a little over a year. Gosh is nice. There are just a hand full of us, but we all get along, have fun, and enjoy where we work. Even when the busy time comes, and we are all working long hours and things get stressful.. it is still fun. Nobody complains or blames. Boss is working right there alongside you, and wouldn't ask you to do anything he isn't already doing. It doesn't hurt that he knows the "I need a beer" look.
My first phone call this morning was from Brooke. I can't even tell you how much that meant to me. I spend a lot of time feeling guilty about not being more available, for her. She has everything covered, but I wish I was around that grandboy more. He phone call, made me feel less guilty, and that's a good thing on your birthday.
Lacey has finally gotten her new husband back. They married in a civil ceremony a while back so that he could get orders to Ft. Hood. Now they are together, and get to start playing house. Whew!
They are strong. Army Strong.
Logan and Philip are back on the campaign trail. He is running for the house again. I hope this young man achieves all his dreams. He is a good man. A hard working man. An honest man, and he knows what he wants to acheive in the political ring, and the is amaizing for a child of this generation. Logan is blessed, and a blessing.
Bo is attending MCC. He is living at home, and his band of merrymen that trapse in and out are so much fun.
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Another year older
Turned 55 without any major catastrophic events.
A couple of weeks ago, Paul and I attended the ENMU game at the Cowboy Stadium. We were invited to tailgate with some guys that played football at Eastern while I was there. I have to say, I was thrilled to be included. During the course of the day, I had a conversation with Brian B. He mentioned that he was writing short stories. His father is suffering with alsheimers and he sees the handwriting on the wall. He wanted to make sure some of the thing he remembers now, will not be lost. Wow. Wow.. I think about my poor memory a lot... but his fear of loosing it is real. So, I write. Inspired by folks around me.
This summer the grand kids came to stay with us while their momma was attending some training in San Antonio. It was work as usual for me, when I got a message from Michelle Berry Sweat. She had found a little baby duckling in the parking lot of First Baptist Waco. Paul loaded up the kiddos and they went and picked up the itty bitty fluff ball. They stopped and bought food and brought the infamous SWEETIE home.
Sweetie was a black-bellied whistling duck. She spent the first couple of weeks in a cardboard box in the living room. She loved to snuggle up and watch tv with Paul in his big recliner. Daxton proved to be a gentle loving care giver. He is only three, but was so sweet and loving. The two of them swam together in the wading pool and made great friends. She didn't like the water much at first. In fact, if Paul didn't put his feet in the pool. She wouldn't stay in it. But she gradually learned to enjoy it. Even if it was just to cool off.
She lived on the partio, in a wire cage at first... but then when we decided she was able to take care of herself she just slept by the back door. If you went outside she would follow you where ever you went. When she started to experiment with those wings... we would set her on the table, so she would have to fly down. Then she would fly to catch you, if you walked off. Then she would make laps around the house. Paul would be washing dishes, and see her fly past the kitchen window.
I always felt a little guilty that she had imprinted on humans... but I guess we can't pick our family. One morning, after getting angry with Paul, Sweetie flew around the corner. When we went to look for her, she was standing outside Papa Marvin's door. Knocking.
Sweetie eventually flew off. We saw her once more, she stopped by on a saturday morning, and pecked to get in the back door. But flew off before we could get outside. We wonder if we will see her next spring. Wouldn't that be fun.
A couple of weeks ago, Paul and I attended the ENMU game at the Cowboy Stadium. We were invited to tailgate with some guys that played football at Eastern while I was there. I have to say, I was thrilled to be included. During the course of the day, I had a conversation with Brian B. He mentioned that he was writing short stories. His father is suffering with alsheimers and he sees the handwriting on the wall. He wanted to make sure some of the thing he remembers now, will not be lost. Wow. Wow.. I think about my poor memory a lot... but his fear of loosing it is real. So, I write. Inspired by folks around me.
This summer the grand kids came to stay with us while their momma was attending some training in San Antonio. It was work as usual for me, when I got a message from Michelle Berry Sweat. She had found a little baby duckling in the parking lot of First Baptist Waco. Paul loaded up the kiddos and they went and picked up the itty bitty fluff ball. They stopped and bought food and brought the infamous SWEETIE home.
Sweetie was a black-bellied whistling duck. She spent the first couple of weeks in a cardboard box in the living room. She loved to snuggle up and watch tv with Paul in his big recliner. Daxton proved to be a gentle loving care giver. He is only three, but was so sweet and loving. The two of them swam together in the wading pool and made great friends. She didn't like the water much at first. In fact, if Paul didn't put his feet in the pool. She wouldn't stay in it. But she gradually learned to enjoy it. Even if it was just to cool off.
She lived on the partio, in a wire cage at first... but then when we decided she was able to take care of herself she just slept by the back door. If you went outside she would follow you where ever you went. When she started to experiment with those wings... we would set her on the table, so she would have to fly down. Then she would fly to catch you, if you walked off. Then she would make laps around the house. Paul would be washing dishes, and see her fly past the kitchen window.
I always felt a little guilty that she had imprinted on humans... but I guess we can't pick our family. One morning, after getting angry with Paul, Sweetie flew around the corner. When we went to look for her, she was standing outside Papa Marvin's door. Knocking.
Sweetie eventually flew off. We saw her once more, she stopped by on a saturday morning, and pecked to get in the back door. But flew off before we could get outside. We wonder if we will see her next spring. Wouldn't that be fun.
Sunday, September 27, 2015
Phoenix the blog rises
I had a perfectly lovely vacation this summer. I went with my two older sisters to Ohio. Jany and I were tag-a-longs as Judy traveled to visit her school-days chums. Those gracious women made us feel like part of the group. I restart this blog as a result of that vacation, and the encouraging words shared with me by our Hostess. When I confided, I thought I had a book in me... She said, "just start putting it down". Just start writing down your ideas, thoughts, memories and then someday, they might actually thread together... but at least I would have them written down.
Our hostess, Gay, is a talented, successful, perfectly lovely lady. I must say, I was a little intimidated, by her success, but kept telling myself, she came from Portales. She has the same red dirt between her toes as I do. So no matter the differences, we will have that in common. She inspires me. Not because of all the external things you may think. But because she shared with me that, she didn't get here, via a perfect life.
It may sound ridiculous to my friends. but I have always had an issue with feeling like I fit in. I have extensive experience in bull-shitting my way through a situation. To this day, I feel like I B.S.ed by way threw high school and college. Never bothering to do the work, or learn the information. I'm not proud of it. I just think it snow balls. You don't grasp something, and then you get behind... and no one realizes it. Perhaps the talents you develop to continue the charade are valuable.
I spent every summer from age 11 till I was grown, in Denver, Colorado. My older sister and her husband lived there, and took me off the parents hands. I don't know if it was or their benefit or mine. (Remind me to ask her how that came to be someday). Judy was SMART. She read books! But she wasn't just book smart, she was savy! I remember deciding at about 14, that I could just ACT like her, and maybe people would think I had what she had. And so began my acting career.
Our hostess, Gay, is a talented, successful, perfectly lovely lady. I must say, I was a little intimidated, by her success, but kept telling myself, she came from Portales. She has the same red dirt between her toes as I do. So no matter the differences, we will have that in common. She inspires me. Not because of all the external things you may think. But because she shared with me that, she didn't get here, via a perfect life.
It may sound ridiculous to my friends. but I have always had an issue with feeling like I fit in. I have extensive experience in bull-shitting my way through a situation. To this day, I feel like I B.S.ed by way threw high school and college. Never bothering to do the work, or learn the information. I'm not proud of it. I just think it snow balls. You don't grasp something, and then you get behind... and no one realizes it. Perhaps the talents you develop to continue the charade are valuable.
I spent every summer from age 11 till I was grown, in Denver, Colorado. My older sister and her husband lived there, and took me off the parents hands. I don't know if it was or their benefit or mine. (Remind me to ask her how that came to be someday). Judy was SMART. She read books! But she wasn't just book smart, she was savy! I remember deciding at about 14, that I could just ACT like her, and maybe people would think I had what she had. And so began my acting career.
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