Well, you all read I've been in a FUNK. The truth was, I just plain didn't feel good and who wants to hear AN OLD WOMAN bitch about pain?
So...I went to the Dr. and am not back on Mobic and stretching my neck every day and right now I'm off to water aerobics.
BUT...the reason I'm writing is: These words we have to copy at the end of these writings. They are driving me NUTS. It's stupid - YES STUPID. Half the time I have to do two because I get the darned thing mixed up - well who wouldn't?
PSSBU TKXIC BITNX S H I T That's what I say!!!!!
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
IN A FUNK
Have not written in awhile, been in a FUNK and please do not ask me to explain. I did NOT make that word up - I've heard it for years and no, I did not look it up in Funk and Wagnals. :) Should of known all I had to do was read Kim's blog to pull me up.
First I kept telling myself, get a grip, get on with it. BUT...whatever I had to do seemed almost insurmountable. I knew I had no real reason to be feeling like this.
Then I decided to clean a bit and since I'm a Cleanaholic (or used to be) that will usually make me feel better. Then I realized to finish I had to dust AND vacuum. YUK.
I did dust a bit (not like the old days) but enough you can't come in the front door and write your name on the first table you see. Then, Ted said he'd run the vacuum. Now when HE runs it the house is CLEAN. He moved furniture and takes his time and does a really good job.
Then I pulled up Kim's blog and Sierra and her architecture of a mind always make me laugh. WELL, almost always. Good job, girl on the volcano and THANKS for getting me out of my FUNK.
mom/gramma
First I kept telling myself, get a grip, get on with it. BUT...whatever I had to do seemed almost insurmountable. I knew I had no real reason to be feeling like this.
Then I decided to clean a bit and since I'm a Cleanaholic (or used to be) that will usually make me feel better. Then I realized to finish I had to dust AND vacuum. YUK.
I did dust a bit (not like the old days) but enough you can't come in the front door and write your name on the first table you see. Then, Ted said he'd run the vacuum. Now when HE runs it the house is CLEAN. He moved furniture and takes his time and does a really good job.
Then I pulled up Kim's blog and Sierra and her architecture of a mind always make me laugh. WELL, almost always. Good job, girl on the volcano and THANKS for getting me out of my FUNK.
mom/gramma
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
This Day in MY History
July 7 was my oldest sister, Mary's, birthday. Don't ask me how old she would of been now, somewhere in her 90's.
She was just like a second mother to me. She used to wash my hair when they came to our house on Sunday's and then she'd pin curl it. You young women probably don't remember how we used to run around with our hair pin curled up and a scarf wrapped around it. I would usually go to sleep when she did this.
She always took me to a Christmas parade in Peoria, Illinois. One year we were in SZOLDS (SP) store and they had a ring set up in the middle of the room. Quite like a boxing ring only there was a man in there with a pony and the pony was doing tricks. I was pretty short and she had two of her own children with her. She told me to get up where I could see. SO...being the horsewoman that I was I climbed right up into the ring with the guy and his pony. He was NOT happy at all and made me understand very quickly I wasn't welcome.
Some man felt sorry for me and held me so I could see.
She took my big doll one time and made her a wedding dress AND a tuxedo. That was my Christmas present that year in a suitcase all my own. That is the doll Sierra has now.
When Ted and I were married we went to California that first summer and got jobs. I was told I had to have my birth certificate. In those days we didn't pick up the phone and call people so on this date in 1956 I told Ted I had to write my mom for a copy of my birthcertificate. That's when I learned I was not a biological daughter of hers.
That discovery is a book in itself.
Ellen
She was just like a second mother to me. She used to wash my hair when they came to our house on Sunday's and then she'd pin curl it. You young women probably don't remember how we used to run around with our hair pin curled up and a scarf wrapped around it. I would usually go to sleep when she did this.
She always took me to a Christmas parade in Peoria, Illinois. One year we were in SZOLDS (SP) store and they had a ring set up in the middle of the room. Quite like a boxing ring only there was a man in there with a pony and the pony was doing tricks. I was pretty short and she had two of her own children with her. She told me to get up where I could see. SO...being the horsewoman that I was I climbed right up into the ring with the guy and his pony. He was NOT happy at all and made me understand very quickly I wasn't welcome.
Some man felt sorry for me and held me so I could see.
She took my big doll one time and made her a wedding dress AND a tuxedo. That was my Christmas present that year in a suitcase all my own. That is the doll Sierra has now.
When Ted and I were married we went to California that first summer and got jobs. I was told I had to have my birth certificate. In those days we didn't pick up the phone and call people so on this date in 1956 I told Ted I had to write my mom for a copy of my birthcertificate. That's when I learned I was not a biological daughter of hers.
That discovery is a book in itself.
Ellen
Monday, July 5, 2010
I HAVE NO TROUBLES
Yesterday we had a new minister come and he preached for the first time. He said his wife was very sorry she couldn't be there but their little girl (Becca) is in Vanderbilt.
Later I learned that Becca weighed 13 oz. at birth. She's the smallest baby to survive in the state of Tennessee.
Last night a good friend sent me the mother's blog so I just read about Becca. This is truly an amizing couple with just the most amaizing little girl. Having had two grandchildren born early I had a little idea of what this couple had gone through but when I read the blog I realized I knew NOTHING.
I heard a lady speak at a church one time that told us she was just this tiny of a baby when she was born. The Dr.'s told her mother and father they didn't think she would live. Then she said the most amaizing thing. She said, "I didn't know I wasn't supposed to live" so I did. I've thought of that a lot over the years and how these children are born fighters or they wouldn't make it.
One time there was a secretary where I worked that had a premie born. When he got big enough she put him in a day care and he had a lot of social problems. One time they told her she would have to take him out as he bit another child too bad for them to keep him. She was writing notes to the other parents apologizing to them and I couldn't stop laughing. She got a little upset with me and I said, "You know, I understand how you feel, but if your little guy wasn't a fighter he wouldn't be here". When all the facts were learned he had been treated very badly by the other boy because he was so small.
So...today I have NO TROUBLES and hope I can keep that thought.
Ellen
Later I learned that Becca weighed 13 oz. at birth. She's the smallest baby to survive in the state of Tennessee.
Last night a good friend sent me the mother's blog so I just read about Becca. This is truly an amizing couple with just the most amaizing little girl. Having had two grandchildren born early I had a little idea of what this couple had gone through but when I read the blog I realized I knew NOTHING.
I heard a lady speak at a church one time that told us she was just this tiny of a baby when she was born. The Dr.'s told her mother and father they didn't think she would live. Then she said the most amaizing thing. She said, "I didn't know I wasn't supposed to live" so I did. I've thought of that a lot over the years and how these children are born fighters or they wouldn't make it.
One time there was a secretary where I worked that had a premie born. When he got big enough she put him in a day care and he had a lot of social problems. One time they told her she would have to take him out as he bit another child too bad for them to keep him. She was writing notes to the other parents apologizing to them and I couldn't stop laughing. She got a little upset with me and I said, "You know, I understand how you feel, but if your little guy wasn't a fighter he wouldn't be here". When all the facts were learned he had been treated very badly by the other boy because he was so small.
So...today I have NO TROUBLES and hope I can keep that thought.
Ellen
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Getting Old
After church today I ran a couple of errands and then my last stop was to visit a friend that has been in a nursing home almost 3 years. She's about 85. She was in my knitting group from the time we started and never came to a meeting without at least three Prayer Shawls.
I knew her family was at their yearly trip to MN to their cabin on the lake. This is always hard for her and I understand it. BUT...she is so angry. I just hurt for her so badly. She's ready to leave this life and has no control over it.
She complains about EVERYTHING and it is SO unlike her. I'm not criticizing, I would be far worse than she is I expect if that happens to me. She cannot get out of bed, can only move one arm and her head.
The lady next to her is just mean she says. Her kids just went and when they came to see her they were all talking about what they would take to the lake and she didn't care about any of it.
All of a sudden I noticed a large shadow of the tree outside her window on the wall. It was BEAUTIFUL and I tried to get her interested but, she just cannot see the beauty of any of it.
I hate seeing her like this but try to go by when I'm up that way. I always imagine myself in the same situation and hope I can keep a positive attitude but have doubts that I will. Getting old is SO hard. I find myself complaining more and more and really do try to stop.
Ellen
I knew her family was at their yearly trip to MN to their cabin on the lake. This is always hard for her and I understand it. BUT...she is so angry. I just hurt for her so badly. She's ready to leave this life and has no control over it.
She complains about EVERYTHING and it is SO unlike her. I'm not criticizing, I would be far worse than she is I expect if that happens to me. She cannot get out of bed, can only move one arm and her head.
The lady next to her is just mean she says. Her kids just went and when they came to see her they were all talking about what they would take to the lake and she didn't care about any of it.
All of a sudden I noticed a large shadow of the tree outside her window on the wall. It was BEAUTIFUL and I tried to get her interested but, she just cannot see the beauty of any of it.
I hate seeing her like this but try to go by when I'm up that way. I always imagine myself in the same situation and hope I can keep a positive attitude but have doubts that I will. Getting old is SO hard. I find myself complaining more and more and really do try to stop.
Ellen
Saturday, July 3, 2010
RODEO IN CHURCH
I thought I had seen everything here in the south. Mules Days in Columbia and Fainting Goats in Lewisburg but the news last night had a new one.
A RODEO IN A CHURCH SANCTUARY. I couldn't beleive it. This is a big church in Nashville and they showed the actual place where the Rodeo takes place. They interviewed the minister and he said they tried every year to do something at their church to make the people more aware of what is going on around them. This year they felt there is so much BULL in our government AND churches that this was the most obvious way to make their point.
Well, first of all, I don't like RODEO'S - PERIOD. I think it's terrible they are allowed to hold them and treat these animals this way. AND, second, a good sermon could certainly make the point better - to me anyway.
I guess they had to turn people away Friday night to get tickets so I must be getting old.
Ellen
A RODEO IN A CHURCH SANCTUARY. I couldn't beleive it. This is a big church in Nashville and they showed the actual place where the Rodeo takes place. They interviewed the minister and he said they tried every year to do something at their church to make the people more aware of what is going on around them. This year they felt there is so much BULL in our government AND churches that this was the most obvious way to make their point.
Well, first of all, I don't like RODEO'S - PERIOD. I think it's terrible they are allowed to hold them and treat these animals this way. AND, second, a good sermon could certainly make the point better - to me anyway.
I guess they had to turn people away Friday night to get tickets so I must be getting old.
Ellen
Thursday, July 1, 2010
HOME
We just got home from a great trip seeing family and friends. Left a week ago and it seems we were non-stop all the time we were gone.
Saw the Short family first. Well, as much as we could without electricity at Paris Landing State Park. Had fun though - never can be around that family and NOT have fun.
Then to Kim's and she took care of us all week-end except on Sunday we we got away from her and went to a family reunion on Ted's mother's side of the family. She had some Chicken's in her history but this was the Easly Family Reunion. Fun time and really good food.
Monday we let Kim help us learn to clean a garage, mop a kitchen, trim bushes and eat more rhubarb pie she had baked for us Sunday.
Then we headed to southern Illinois and some friends we've had for over 50 years. That's a VERY LONG time to have friends. As we were on our way there I was thinking of how long we'd been friends with them and how much fun we have had over the years. When we met them Ted had just started work with GTE and of course we had NO money, I mean NO MONEY. One time it was so bad we drove to Muncie, IN to borrow $25 from Ted's sister to last us until he got his first pay check.
There were 6 of us and we all went to church together, the men all worked for GTE and we used to play cards ALL THE TIME. We all had babies, no money, but sure did have fun.
Some of our friends are newer like the couple we met in Bardstown, KY yesterday. That history doesn't go back 50 years but we were both in the Navy group that met yearly for 10 years. We had a good time but when you have known a couple for 50+ years they get to be like family.
None of this makes any sense, it's just MUSINGS OF AN OLD WOMAN
Saw the Short family first. Well, as much as we could without electricity at Paris Landing State Park. Had fun though - never can be around that family and NOT have fun.
Then to Kim's and she took care of us all week-end except on Sunday we we got away from her and went to a family reunion on Ted's mother's side of the family. She had some Chicken's in her history but this was the Easly Family Reunion. Fun time and really good food.
Monday we let Kim help us learn to clean a garage, mop a kitchen, trim bushes and eat more rhubarb pie she had baked for us Sunday.
Then we headed to southern Illinois and some friends we've had for over 50 years. That's a VERY LONG time to have friends. As we were on our way there I was thinking of how long we'd been friends with them and how much fun we have had over the years. When we met them Ted had just started work with GTE and of course we had NO money, I mean NO MONEY. One time it was so bad we drove to Muncie, IN to borrow $25 from Ted's sister to last us until he got his first pay check.
There were 6 of us and we all went to church together, the men all worked for GTE and we used to play cards ALL THE TIME. We all had babies, no money, but sure did have fun.
Some of our friends are newer like the couple we met in Bardstown, KY yesterday. That history doesn't go back 50 years but we were both in the Navy group that met yearly for 10 years. We had a good time but when you have known a couple for 50+ years they get to be like family.
None of this makes any sense, it's just MUSINGS OF AN OLD WOMAN
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