It has been one week since I started down this road of recovery. The doctors say it will be a 6 week process if nothing else interferes. My days seem to mimic a small roller coaster, a time of even going then a fast drop bring on a deep weariness and need for nap. My chest feels like it has a tight wrap around it with a weight sitting in the middle of it that can get heavier and lighter depending on the hour.
I hope I never have pneumonia again.
Princess and Axle brought HT over last night for a visit. He has missed his toys and Grammy and I believe this past week he has lost the last little bit of his baby-ness and is now all little boy now. Time for Peter Pan to take him to Neverland for a time.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Thursday, November 05, 2009
I have the flu.
My grand kids are disappointed that it is not the swine flu.
Since Pa and I try to make the grands happy as much as possible. I have given thought to going to hospital in hopes of picking up the bug just to bring celebrity to their lives. How many pre-k, first and third graders in cornfield America could brag on that?
"Hey my mom has a cold"
" My brother is throwing up"
"So my dad is throwing up and has diarrhea"
"Well my Grammy has swine flu"
You just can't get bigger points on the play ground, that's headline news stuff. They would be surrounded by bug eyed buddies wanting in on all the juicy details. By the end of the day everyone would know and there would be a hush as they walked down the hall, even the eighth graders would stand in awe.
I can just picture their moment in the sun, Hollywood style.
Soorrrrrry you'll just have to live through the shame of Grammy having the plan old fashion flu.
My grand kids are disappointed that it is not the swine flu.
Since Pa and I try to make the grands happy as much as possible. I have given thought to going to hospital in hopes of picking up the bug just to bring celebrity to their lives. How many pre-k, first and third graders in cornfield America could brag on that?
"Hey my mom has a cold"
" My brother is throwing up"
"So my dad is throwing up and has diarrhea"
"Well my Grammy has swine flu"
You just can't get bigger points on the play ground, that's headline news stuff. They would be surrounded by bug eyed buddies wanting in on all the juicy details. By the end of the day everyone would know and there would be a hush as they walked down the hall, even the eighth graders would stand in awe.
I can just picture their moment in the sun, Hollywood style.
Soorrrrrry you'll just have to live through the shame of Grammy having the plan old fashion flu.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
It's cool and rainy down here today. The cool part is the new part as we have had lots and lots of rain over the past 2 months.
Big News in the Realm
HT (heir to the thrown) is now sleeping in a cool new bed. Lighting McQueen is on the headboard or should that be the headplastic and also at the foot of the bed.
It is a red and blue bed. The red parts are plastic and the blue are metal.
I wasn't that big on this bed as it didn't look sturdy enough or classy enough to suit me. I' thinking about little girls too.
I looked around until I found a nice looking wood bed, at Toy's R Us, and a little wood table and chairs. Pa started to put the table together and the wood screw striped out just that fast, thus ending the whole wood being better concept.
FW told me that last night she laid down with Bitsy on her bed and Bitsy is the last of 4 to use that bed so there goes the sturdy issue. Lets get this straight between Bisty and FW the weight would total 125.
My next concern was,will he stay in the bed or will I have to tie him down. Let me tell you this child is good, so far no effort has been made to see what happens if he gets out of bed even after he wakes up. I'm very happy.
The next news event is potty training.
I wish it was as easy as changing to the new bed. After a week of trying and watching I'm not sure that HT is making the connection between him and the wet yet. He will try to go potty when you set him down but he isn't making the dash when the urge hits. We'll just keep trying and when he conquers we are going to the beach.
Maybe Bitsy would like go too as she is farther along in the dry pantie race.
Big News in the Realm
HT (heir to the thrown) is now sleeping in a cool new bed. Lighting McQueen is on the headboard or should that be the headplastic and also at the foot of the bed.
It is a red and blue bed. The red parts are plastic and the blue are metal.
I wasn't that big on this bed as it didn't look sturdy enough or classy enough to suit me. I' thinking about little girls too.
I looked around until I found a nice looking wood bed, at Toy's R Us, and a little wood table and chairs. Pa started to put the table together and the wood screw striped out just that fast, thus ending the whole wood being better concept.
FW told me that last night she laid down with Bitsy on her bed and Bitsy is the last of 4 to use that bed so there goes the sturdy issue. Lets get this straight between Bisty and FW the weight would total 125.
My next concern was,will he stay in the bed or will I have to tie him down. Let me tell you this child is good, so far no effort has been made to see what happens if he gets out of bed even after he wakes up. I'm very happy.
The next news event is potty training.
I wish it was as easy as changing to the new bed. After a week of trying and watching I'm not sure that HT is making the connection between him and the wet yet. He will try to go potty when you set him down but he isn't making the dash when the urge hits. We'll just keep trying and when he conquers we are going to the beach.
Maybe Bitsy would like go too as she is farther along in the dry pantie race.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Home and broken Hearth
HT and I have returned after a week of fun and frolicking in the land of FarmWife. Well, maybe not so much frolicking, at least not in the way I picture it, you know "Milo and Otis" style.
I could hardly run from tree to tree in Great Grandma's yard let alone a whole field. HT could almost run an acre or two. Then what almost 3 year old can't?
HT had a great time. He mowed grass with Pa at Grandma and Grandpa M&M's, spent time in the same room with cousin's P, L and B, they were playing together but only they knew it, went swimming and hot tubing with Pa at the hotel, babysit BabyGirl, raided #1 Son and BB's room claiming all toys with wheels, farmed and swam with Uncle Gick, helped Great Grandma Busha walk Pete and Pepper all over their BIG yard, killed Auntie Di then kissed her big toe to bring her back to life, hunted Jake cat in Grandpa Bucka shed, and finished his week by entertaining most of the people at church after getting away from Grammy then visiting with the piano player and crawling behind the minister and ending his journey laying down in front of the organ. You know it is funny when it is someone else.
99.9% of this past week was good but something else has been going on since before I left and with my return home that small percentage took a large leap and in the process broke most of my heart. Being very unsure how to proceed I am now in a state. I would like to hold one person responsible but there are 2 people in this web and I don't know how willing the second person was to be a part of the foolish.
I have been and will continue to pray about this but it is painful for Pa and me. I am not good with both keeping my mouth shut or voicing my feeling. I tend to say to much or say the wrong thing. So join me in praying that only what God wishes to be said is said or silence kept golden.
I could hardly run from tree to tree in Great Grandma's yard let alone a whole field. HT could almost run an acre or two. Then what almost 3 year old can't?
HT had a great time. He mowed grass with Pa at Grandma and Grandpa M&M's, spent time in the same room with cousin's P, L and B, they were playing together but only they knew it, went swimming and hot tubing with Pa at the hotel, babysit BabyGirl, raided #1 Son and BB's room claiming all toys with wheels, farmed and swam with Uncle Gick, helped Great Grandma Busha walk Pete and Pepper all over their BIG yard, killed Auntie Di then kissed her big toe to bring her back to life, hunted Jake cat in Grandpa Bucka shed, and finished his week by entertaining most of the people at church after getting away from Grammy then visiting with the piano player and crawling behind the minister and ending his journey laying down in front of the organ. You know it is funny when it is someone else.
99.9% of this past week was good but something else has been going on since before I left and with my return home that small percentage took a large leap and in the process broke most of my heart. Being very unsure how to proceed I am now in a state. I would like to hold one person responsible but there are 2 people in this web and I don't know how willing the second person was to be a part of the foolish.
I have been and will continue to pray about this but it is painful for Pa and me. I am not good with both keeping my mouth shut or voicing my feeling. I tend to say to much or say the wrong thing. So join me in praying that only what God wishes to be said is said or silence kept golden.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Jobs not handouts
I'm with Joe on this one. (post after my thoughts)
I watched the completion between Boeing and Lockheed for the contract to build. The plane has many interesting gadgets and goodies about it. What got my attention was the information that was given about the age and status of our existing Large military equipment. According to the program our fleet is made up mostly of ships built for WWII and shortly there after. Although they have held up well they must be replaced.
I didn't know that the USS Enterprise is now over 30 years old did you?
Our aircraft is not in much better shape. There planes in use that were used in Viet Nam, that ended 37 years ago.
I feel, that if we wish to be as free as we are, here in the USA, we must insure that freedom.
Like most people I hate the thought of war, let alone the being at war.
It would truly be a wonderful world if we didn't have to have the ability to defend ourselves.
But in this real world we must have that capability and it must be maintained.
In doing so people make a living.
Senate vote blocks plan to add F-22s
Obama administration wins effort to cease production of fighter
By Kristina Sherry Tribune Newspapers
July 22, 2009
WASHINGTON - -- In a political victory for the Obama administration and a surprising defeat for some lawmakers in both parties, the Senate voted Tuesday to halt further production of the Air Force's F-22 Raptor fighter jets.The 58-40 vote was on an amendment to the $680 billion defense authorization bill to strip the $1.75 billion set aside for the construction of seven more of the fighter jets.If the Senate's move is sustained in the House-Senate conference version of the bill, F-22 production would cease at 187 planes.President Barack Obama lobbied intensely against funding the F-22s, threatening what would have been his first presidential veto. Proponents of the F-22 argue that the twin-engine, missile-eluding Raptor fighter jet is important for homeland defense. The aircraft was originally designed to counter a potential Soviet threat, and some now suggest China and Russia are developing aircraft that could compete with the F-22. The fighter jets are manufactured by Lockheed Martin Corp. at a plant in Marietta , Ga. According to the company, 25,000 people are directly employed in building the F-22, and an additional 70,000 have indirect links.
A Joe question?
Someone needs to please enlighten me…… Instead of Americans loosing another 100,000 jobs, why couldn’t “Stimulus” money be focused toward building the aircraft that protects America ?
As the President says about his pet agendas: “it’s cost neutral.”
Joe says: “Building these aircraft keeps Americans productive and working in good jobs, instead of signing up for unemployment. With the savings in unemployment payouts, we gain the world’s # 1 combat aircraft at no charge!”
Still an American,
Joe
I watched the completion between Boeing and Lockheed for the contract to build. The plane has many interesting gadgets and goodies about it. What got my attention was the information that was given about the age and status of our existing Large military equipment. According to the program our fleet is made up mostly of ships built for WWII and shortly there after. Although they have held up well they must be replaced.
I didn't know that the USS Enterprise is now over 30 years old did you?
Our aircraft is not in much better shape. There planes in use that were used in Viet Nam, that ended 37 years ago.
I feel, that if we wish to be as free as we are, here in the USA, we must insure that freedom.
Like most people I hate the thought of war, let alone the being at war.
It would truly be a wonderful world if we didn't have to have the ability to defend ourselves.
But in this real world we must have that capability and it must be maintained.
In doing so people make a living.
Senate vote blocks plan to add F-22s
Obama administration wins effort to cease production of fighter
By Kristina Sherry Tribune Newspapers
July 22, 2009
WASHINGTON - -- In a political victory for the Obama administration and a surprising defeat for some lawmakers in both parties, the Senate voted Tuesday to halt further production of the Air Force's F-22 Raptor fighter jets.The 58-40 vote was on an amendment to the $680 billion defense authorization bill to strip the $1.75 billion set aside for the construction of seven more of the fighter jets.If the Senate's move is sustained in the House-Senate conference version of the bill, F-22 production would cease at 187 planes.President Barack Obama lobbied intensely against funding the F-22s, threatening what would have been his first presidential veto. Proponents of the F-22 argue that the twin-engine, missile-eluding Raptor fighter jet is important for homeland defense. The aircraft was originally designed to counter a potential Soviet threat, and some now suggest China and Russia are developing aircraft that could compete with the F-22. The fighter jets are manufactured by Lockheed Martin Corp. at a plant in Marietta , Ga. According to the company, 25,000 people are directly employed in building the F-22, and an additional 70,000 have indirect links.
A Joe question?
Someone needs to please enlighten me…… Instead of Americans loosing another 100,000 jobs, why couldn’t “Stimulus” money be focused toward building the aircraft that protects America ?
As the President says about his pet agendas: “it’s cost neutral.”
Joe says: “Building these aircraft keeps Americans productive and working in good jobs, instead of signing up for unemployment. With the savings in unemployment payouts, we gain the world’s # 1 combat aircraft at no charge!”
Still an American,
Joe
Monday, July 27, 2009
Today has not been such a good day. I had big plans, that is for me, but the weather changed and my head decided pain was called for. I took the medicine and a short nap knowing I would be fine when I woke.
Nope the headache was gone but my whole body hurt and still does. My big plans have only gotten started in a very small way BUT tomorrow is another day and I will once again have big plans and a little person to fill the day.
Princess called this evening and I heard HT in the back ground telling her lots of things. That's how I know tomorrow is going to be full. HT is becoming very talkative and his imagination is expanding with each passing week.
Last week he visited his other grandma and I didn't see him until Saturday night. He had changed so much in just a week that it was a bit unnerving.
All my grand babies are changing to fast and while I'm very thankful for their good growth I already miss their babyhood. BabyGirl is 8 now, back in April I was holding her on my lap, like a baby, and asking her what I was going to do with a 8 year old. Neither of us knew but both of us were happy that she was turning 8. And yet it wasn't long ago that we were playing hide and seek with her plastic Kermit the Frog and I was trying to teach her to say "yahoo froggy".
Now it's HT saying "baby -hide- closet yahoo Pa.
Nope the headache was gone but my whole body hurt and still does. My big plans have only gotten started in a very small way BUT tomorrow is another day and I will once again have big plans and a little person to fill the day.
Princess called this evening and I heard HT in the back ground telling her lots of things. That's how I know tomorrow is going to be full. HT is becoming very talkative and his imagination is expanding with each passing week.
Last week he visited his other grandma and I didn't see him until Saturday night. He had changed so much in just a week that it was a bit unnerving.
All my grand babies are changing to fast and while I'm very thankful for their good growth I already miss their babyhood. BabyGirl is 8 now, back in April I was holding her on my lap, like a baby, and asking her what I was going to do with a 8 year old. Neither of us knew but both of us were happy that she was turning 8. And yet it wasn't long ago that we were playing hide and seek with her plastic Kermit the Frog and I was trying to teach her to say "yahoo froggy".
Now it's HT saying "baby -hide- closet yahoo Pa.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Yeah for Today
Art and I just finished watching some of1900's House. I'm THANKFUL to be living in 2009, here in America we have so many wonderful contraptions.
After seeing Colonial House, Frontier House and now 1900"s I know that those women welcomed anything that made their work easier.
My Auntie M had what seemed to be a house full of odd utensils used in housekeeping. I would check each new find out with great interest and try to use the tool properly. In the end most seemed to make the job harder or spread the dirt farther then when we started.
I have gone back to using baking soda and vinegar when cleaning but I'm sure I'm sticking with my sweeper and wash machine. No pumping or twisting for me.
After seeing Colonial House, Frontier House and now 1900"s I know that those women welcomed anything that made their work easier.
My Auntie M had what seemed to be a house full of odd utensils used in housekeeping. I would check each new find out with great interest and try to use the tool properly. In the end most seemed to make the job harder or spread the dirt farther then when we started.
I have gone back to using baking soda and vinegar when cleaning but I'm sure I'm sticking with my sweeper and wash machine. No pumping or twisting for me.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Lost on the Net
Yet another day gone by and I haven't gotten anything I am suppose to do done.
I was set to get started and my nose decided to take over and occupy my afternoon and empty my tissue box. Now the drug is starting to work and I don't want to. But I will give it a try and may just end up getting something little done. In my book even getting something little done is counted as a big thing. It makes me feel thankful.
I did clean out all my e-mails and then ended up on Facebook.
Facebook makes me more then a little crazy as I don't seem to find most of the comments that the e-mail has told me someone sent.
While looking for the comments I end up side tracked and lose sight of the time, which ends up being hours instead of minutes.
People are kind to me and send gifts and request that I can't get because I don't know how to get into that stuff. I'm just waiting for FarmWife to come home and show me but now that I'm thinking about it I might just ask Beck to come over and help me. Beck isn't doing much right now, just getting ready to marry Bubba.
I was set to get started and my nose decided to take over and occupy my afternoon and empty my tissue box. Now the drug is starting to work and I don't want to. But I will give it a try and may just end up getting something little done. In my book even getting something little done is counted as a big thing. It makes me feel thankful.
I did clean out all my e-mails and then ended up on Facebook.
Facebook makes me more then a little crazy as I don't seem to find most of the comments that the e-mail has told me someone sent.
While looking for the comments I end up side tracked and lose sight of the time, which ends up being hours instead of minutes.
People are kind to me and send gifts and request that I can't get because I don't know how to get into that stuff. I'm just waiting for FarmWife to come home and show me but now that I'm thinking about it I might just ask Beck to come over and help me. Beck isn't doing much right now, just getting ready to marry Bubba.
Today I enjoyed yet another favorite place.
I made the long trip to Fayetteville to purchase some lace panels and lining for the curtains I will be making. Now if your thinking" Why go so far?" let me tell you, you can not buy that stuff anyplace else in TN for $2.00 a panel. Should I make a mistake during the process I won't be out boo coo bucks. Thus making the trip well worth it and it is a pretty ride down 65 and across 64.
That and the fact that when your done shopping you can go to Honey's and have a Slawburger.
Pa wanted me to wait until tomorrow so he could go with me. I know it was the Slawburger and not my company that would make him lose sleep. No way Jack! I got other things to do tomorrow so you lose.
I went, saved my money, enjoyed my burger and got Pa a pint of slaw. Now all he needs is hamburger, the good kind that will complement the slaw.
Enjoy Pa enjoy
I made the long trip to Fayetteville to purchase some lace panels and lining for the curtains I will be making. Now if your thinking" Why go so far?" let me tell you, you can not buy that stuff anyplace else in TN for $2.00 a panel. Should I make a mistake during the process I won't be out boo coo bucks. Thus making the trip well worth it and it is a pretty ride down 65 and across 64.
That and the fact that when your done shopping you can go to Honey's and have a Slawburger.
Pa wanted me to wait until tomorrow so he could go with me. I know it was the Slawburger and not my company that would make him lose sleep. No way Jack! I got other things to do tomorrow so you lose.
I went, saved my money, enjoyed my burger and got Pa a pint of slaw. Now all he needs is hamburger, the good kind that will complement the slaw.
Enjoy Pa enjoy
Monday, July 20, 2009
Long Short Weekend
Saturday morning early early Pa and I left for Central IL. again. This time it was to surprise Pa's mom and dad. His aunt was celebrating her 90Th with a family party.
One day last week Grandma M&M called to see if we remembered to send a card. I told her no we had forgotten, she gave us instructions to e-mail a note and they would take it with them. We didn't do that either and about half way up to IL I told Pa that she was probably really frustrated with us.
We walked into the party and Aunt L smiled with a Oh you came all that way, I'm so pleased kind of smile. Then I think she said "Pa and the Queen Mom are here" and Grandma M&M turned her head. You know how the unexpected doesn't register for a second and is then followed with excited reaction. That was Grandma. I wish it had been filmed. While Grandma was hugging and crying with Pa. Grandpa was taking it all in but couldn't see who Grandma was hugging and I'm sure he was thinking it was a niece or nephew. I leaned down to hug Auntie and Grandpa and I made eye contact, his surprise wasn't as wet as Grandma's but it was funny too.
On Sunday morning we drove down to my Great Grandparent's family Reunion and enjoyed the day with cousins. The evening was spent with FarmWife's family, then the drive half way home. We stopped in Franklin for lunch at Dobson's. They have the best fried chicken and today it was better then usual or so it seemed. I was wishing they had a all you could eat deal. We may have still been there this evening if Pa hadn't of had to go to work.
One day last week Grandma M&M called to see if we remembered to send a card. I told her no we had forgotten, she gave us instructions to e-mail a note and they would take it with them. We didn't do that either and about half way up to IL I told Pa that she was probably really frustrated with us.
We walked into the party and Aunt L smiled with a Oh you came all that way, I'm so pleased kind of smile. Then I think she said "Pa and the Queen Mom are here" and Grandma M&M turned her head. You know how the unexpected doesn't register for a second and is then followed with excited reaction. That was Grandma. I wish it had been filmed. While Grandma was hugging and crying with Pa. Grandpa was taking it all in but couldn't see who Grandma was hugging and I'm sure he was thinking it was a niece or nephew. I leaned down to hug Auntie and Grandpa and I made eye contact, his surprise wasn't as wet as Grandma's but it was funny too.
On Sunday morning we drove down to my Great Grandparent's family Reunion and enjoyed the day with cousins. The evening was spent with FarmWife's family, then the drive half way home. We stopped in Franklin for lunch at Dobson's. They have the best fried chicken and today it was better then usual or so it seemed. I was wishing they had a all you could eat deal. We may have still been there this evening if Pa hadn't of had to go to work.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Wedding Bell Blues
Miss Beck (our soon to be DIL) is at the hospital tonight after a fun evening of panic attacks.
She moved into town a few months back and is living alone for the first time in her life. Throw in planning a wedding and the thought of being the center of attention when you are not the type that enjoys center stage its no wonder the poor kid is panicked.
I know how she feels. I remember enjoying all my wedding planning. But when it was time for the showers and I realized people were going to be looking at me the fun was over.
So do me a favor and say a prayer for Beck.
She moved into town a few months back and is living alone for the first time in her life. Throw in planning a wedding and the thought of being the center of attention when you are not the type that enjoys center stage its no wonder the poor kid is panicked.
I know how she feels. I remember enjoying all my wedding planning. But when it was time for the showers and I realized people were going to be looking at me the fun was over.
So do me a favor and say a prayer for Beck.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Bye Car
It has been a hard day here. Pa and I had to go to town and get some pictures. We stopped and ate some semi- junk food for lunch and came home.
None of that was all that hard.
The hard part was calling a tow truck to come pick up our old Chevy station wagon. That wagon has been more of a home to us then the house we live in.
It all started with a Christmas trip to Florida to see my folks. We had gone to Pa's folk's for Thanksgiving and after getting back home, Pa said "we couldn't take that car to Florida". I so "gently" informed him that "I didn't know how he was getting there but come Christmas the kids and I were getting in that car".
I had been praying about a new car for about a year and was planning on another year before we would have to buy one. I had it all picked out and was very specific with my prayers. A nice dark red with gray interior along with certain bells and whistles. A well cared for used car.
Then Pa interferes with my plans. One day, at the gas station, I see a station wagon on the cover of Wheels and Deals, I bought the booklet and showed it to Pa. A week goes by and Pa is trying to rent a Van to drive down home but by that time all Vans have been rented. For the cost of rental we could fix the old car but Pa didn't want to put any more money into it. The next week, at the gas station, I looked at another Wheels and Deals, the car was still there. When Pa got home from work I so "gently" informed him that the car was still listed and that if he was going to look at it he had better get to it. He called, we drove a hour south of here, looked at it and Pa said we should try to buy it. Something that I knew just wasn't going to happen but just in case I prayed that if this was the car God wanted us to have "please let the old one die" so I would know that it was God and not Pa
The process started, the loan people wanted to see the car and the car lot people just let us bring it up here, that was unreal to me. The loan people needed one more paper before they could tell us if the loan would go through. I took the paper up to Spring Hill. On my way home I wasn't happy, this wasn't the car I had been praying for. It was white with blue interior and I wasn't ready for a car payment.
"Please Lord, let me know that we are doing the right thing. Please just let this car die if the new one is what you want for us" was prayed again half heartily.
I'm going down the road worrying about this mess and the car dies, right in front of one of the old construction gates at Saturn. Pa was at work and I didn't know what else to do so I just went through the gate, walked down to the plant, went in and called Pa. He couldn't believe that I just walked into the plant. I told him that 2 or 3 security cars went by and saw me walking across the field but didn't stop. We had the car towed home and the next day picked up the new wagon. The old car never started again for us. The kid down the street bought it and had no trouble getting it to start. He drove it to Florida that next spring.
We made many trips in that car, took Farm Wife to college, took a hospital bed up home for grandma, weddings, anniversary's, funerals, camping trips, girlfriends to visit a very homesick FW two weeks before she was to come home for Thanksgiving brake. Lots of singing, lectures, talking, fighting, playing and praying.
That car now belongs to people who will use it for other good things. That made its leaving easy to watch and me happy in my heart.
None of that was all that hard.
The hard part was calling a tow truck to come pick up our old Chevy station wagon. That wagon has been more of a home to us then the house we live in.
It all started with a Christmas trip to Florida to see my folks. We had gone to Pa's folk's for Thanksgiving and after getting back home, Pa said "we couldn't take that car to Florida". I so "gently" informed him that "I didn't know how he was getting there but come Christmas the kids and I were getting in that car".
I had been praying about a new car for about a year and was planning on another year before we would have to buy one. I had it all picked out and was very specific with my prayers. A nice dark red with gray interior along with certain bells and whistles. A well cared for used car.
Then Pa interferes with my plans. One day, at the gas station, I see a station wagon on the cover of Wheels and Deals, I bought the booklet and showed it to Pa. A week goes by and Pa is trying to rent a Van to drive down home but by that time all Vans have been rented. For the cost of rental we could fix the old car but Pa didn't want to put any more money into it. The next week, at the gas station, I looked at another Wheels and Deals, the car was still there. When Pa got home from work I so "gently" informed him that the car was still listed and that if he was going to look at it he had better get to it. He called, we drove a hour south of here, looked at it and Pa said we should try to buy it. Something that I knew just wasn't going to happen but just in case I prayed that if this was the car God wanted us to have "please let the old one die" so I would know that it was God and not Pa
The process started, the loan people wanted to see the car and the car lot people just let us bring it up here, that was unreal to me. The loan people needed one more paper before they could tell us if the loan would go through. I took the paper up to Spring Hill. On my way home I wasn't happy, this wasn't the car I had been praying for. It was white with blue interior and I wasn't ready for a car payment.
"Please Lord, let me know that we are doing the right thing. Please just let this car die if the new one is what you want for us" was prayed again half heartily.
I'm going down the road worrying about this mess and the car dies, right in front of one of the old construction gates at Saturn. Pa was at work and I didn't know what else to do so I just went through the gate, walked down to the plant, went in and called Pa. He couldn't believe that I just walked into the plant. I told him that 2 or 3 security cars went by and saw me walking across the field but didn't stop. We had the car towed home and the next day picked up the new wagon. The old car never started again for us. The kid down the street bought it and had no trouble getting it to start. He drove it to Florida that next spring.
We made many trips in that car, took Farm Wife to college, took a hospital bed up home for grandma, weddings, anniversary's, funerals, camping trips, girlfriends to visit a very homesick FW two weeks before she was to come home for Thanksgiving brake. Lots of singing, lectures, talking, fighting, playing and praying.
That car now belongs to people who will use it for other good things. That made its leaving easy to watch and me happy in my heart.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Poor Baby
HT has a virus that is causing lots of diaper changes. Mom says he is not a happy camper right now, so it is off to a warm bath and lots of butt paste. Along with the hope of a early bedtime for all of them.
Pa isn't a happy camper either right now. He is very tired. Next week is the audit and that is always a really big job to get ready for. This year he gets to check the gages, on top of his usual jobs. I can't tell you much about his job I just know it takes a lot of math and looking.
For a long time I thought that the people were sloppy. Pa would come home and tell me they had a spill in some area, sometimes he would call and tell me he didn't know when he would be home because of a spill. After hearing this for so long I said to him "why in the world were those guys so sloppy and what were they always spilling, there has to be a way to stop it , they can't be getting anything done because they are spending all their time mopping up the mess." Pa had a good laugh. It seems that their definition and mine were not the same.
The other thing about Pa's job is measuring parts and equipment. He would come home and talk in math terms I didn't fully understand. So one day I ask him " is this measurement thing bigger or smaller then a strand of my hair", smaller he said and from that day on I have pretty much been in a state of confusion when it comes to Pa's job.
Pa isn't a happy camper either right now. He is very tired. Next week is the audit and that is always a really big job to get ready for. This year he gets to check the gages, on top of his usual jobs. I can't tell you much about his job I just know it takes a lot of math and looking.
For a long time I thought that the people were sloppy. Pa would come home and tell me they had a spill in some area, sometimes he would call and tell me he didn't know when he would be home because of a spill. After hearing this for so long I said to him "why in the world were those guys so sloppy and what were they always spilling, there has to be a way to stop it , they can't be getting anything done because they are spending all their time mopping up the mess." Pa had a good laugh. It seems that their definition and mine were not the same.
The other thing about Pa's job is measuring parts and equipment. He would come home and talk in math terms I didn't fully understand. So one day I ask him " is this measurement thing bigger or smaller then a strand of my hair", smaller he said and from that day on I have pretty much been in a state of confusion when it comes to Pa's job.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Great days
Easter Sunday is my favorite day.
When the children were little there were special clothes for church, gifts, dinner at Grandma and Grandpa's followed by a egg hunt with cousins, along with help from parents.
Time marched on and Easter changed. It was still my favorite day but the gifts and the hunt drifted away and there were few dinners at G&G's.
Then we started having friends over for dinner and hunts for their little ones.
Ours woke up to Easter baskets already done.
Over the years a sadness fell over me and although Easter Sunday was still my favorite day and I was so thankful for Jesus Resurrection. The joy of the blessing just wasn't there like before.
I came to understand why this past Christmas. "Christian holidays were originally pagan events". Over and Over for the past 20 years or longer I have heard that statement. It has wearied my soul to the point of guilt and frustration.
"I know, I know and I don't care, I don't even want to talk about it. So just LET IT GO" has been my stance on the whole thing for years now. That is until after this past Christmas. There would be days when out of the blue "it was originally a pagan holiday" popped into my thinking and I gave it just a little thought. Then a little more and more. Finally this is where my thoughts came to.
My whole life I had been doing something that was right in the knowledge that I had. Then someone brought Jesus to me and I came to understand that what knowledge I had wasn't complete. Giving that up and excepting Jesus into my life, changes my life and thought process.
Now, I look at my day to day life in a new way. Along comes a "holiday" and I choose not to take part in the pagan, instead I give thought to the hand of God in Spring, Summer, Harvest and Winter, giving thanks for His faithfulness in all things. As time goes by I am joined with others in this celebration and the pagan loses its importance, to the thankfulness and gifts of the Lord God almighty.
Then as power and money are lost the greedy move to the more profited side and set up shop and the pagan followers just keep doing what they have always done, while telling anyone who will listen "we did it first". Which isn't true either. The Creator of all things in heaven and earth, taught man to worship Him. Man in his own self WANT changed that worship to things of earth.
This year there were new clothes for the grandchildren for church.
On Saturday Grandpa and Grandma M&M and Inklings parents came 2 hours south, Uncle Gick and Aunt Di along with her parents Grandpa and Grandma Bee joined us at Bucka and Busha's big front yard, full of tall grass, for an Easter egg hunt.
Sunday morning Bucka and Busha glowed as they introduced their grandchildren and great grandchildren to friends.
Dinner was simple, little people played and played and the day ended as it had began. My favorite day because of Jesus. The sadness gone and the joy of the blessings returned.
Next year should be even better.
When the children were little there were special clothes for church, gifts, dinner at Grandma and Grandpa's followed by a egg hunt with cousins, along with help from parents.
Time marched on and Easter changed. It was still my favorite day but the gifts and the hunt drifted away and there were few dinners at G&G's.
Then we started having friends over for dinner and hunts for their little ones.
Ours woke up to Easter baskets already done.
Over the years a sadness fell over me and although Easter Sunday was still my favorite day and I was so thankful for Jesus Resurrection. The joy of the blessing just wasn't there like before.
I came to understand why this past Christmas. "Christian holidays were originally pagan events". Over and Over for the past 20 years or longer I have heard that statement. It has wearied my soul to the point of guilt and frustration.
"I know, I know and I don't care, I don't even want to talk about it. So just LET IT GO" has been my stance on the whole thing for years now. That is until after this past Christmas. There would be days when out of the blue "it was originally a pagan holiday" popped into my thinking and I gave it just a little thought. Then a little more and more. Finally this is where my thoughts came to.
My whole life I had been doing something that was right in the knowledge that I had. Then someone brought Jesus to me and I came to understand that what knowledge I had wasn't complete. Giving that up and excepting Jesus into my life, changes my life and thought process.
Now, I look at my day to day life in a new way. Along comes a "holiday" and I choose not to take part in the pagan, instead I give thought to the hand of God in Spring, Summer, Harvest and Winter, giving thanks for His faithfulness in all things. As time goes by I am joined with others in this celebration and the pagan loses its importance, to the thankfulness and gifts of the Lord God almighty.
Then as power and money are lost the greedy move to the more profited side and set up shop and the pagan followers just keep doing what they have always done, while telling anyone who will listen "we did it first". Which isn't true either. The Creator of all things in heaven and earth, taught man to worship Him. Man in his own self WANT changed that worship to things of earth.
This year there were new clothes for the grandchildren for church.
On Saturday Grandpa and Grandma M&M and Inklings parents came 2 hours south, Uncle Gick and Aunt Di along with her parents Grandpa and Grandma Bee joined us at Bucka and Busha's big front yard, full of tall grass, for an Easter egg hunt.
Sunday morning Bucka and Busha glowed as they introduced their grandchildren and great grandchildren to friends.
Dinner was simple, little people played and played and the day ended as it had began. My favorite day because of Jesus. The sadness gone and the joy of the blessings returned.
Next year should be even better.
Sunday, March 08, 2009
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