A robber, a bad man, or maybe…..

Tonight around 10 pm I was standing at my kitchen sink washing dishes and out the corner of my eye I could have sworn I saw a dark figure go past the little window in front of me.  I shook it off, telling myself, “Oh I’m sure it’s nothing.” And went back to washing.  But I couldn’t help but keep glancing up and out the window.  And a few minutes later there it was again!  This time I was SURE it was a tall dark figure of a man who went quickly past my window.  I yelled for my husband who was in the next room to come, as I crossed the room to try to look out the next window.

I see the tall figure of a man rushing down our sidewalk.  Then he stops for a second, and what’s that?

What’s that he’s doing?

Did he just sweep something off my sidewalk?

That’s when I saw just enough of the jacket to know it was my DAD.

I flipped the porch lights on and off.  And I waved and he waved back.  I waited a few minutes for him to walk home, then I called my parents and told my Mom to tell my Dad that the next time someone asks him what his hobbies are he’s going to have to include, “SCARING THE CRAP OUT OF DEB !”     🙂

Now that my dad is retired, you just never know where he’s going to be.  Or when.

Now I wouldn’t want anyone to mistake anything I say.  I mean how many people love you enough to walk to your house in 19 degree weather to sweep your sidewalk because another 2 inches of snow came down since he last took a leaf blower to it earlier in the evening?  Seriously?  How many people do you know?  Exactly.

My parents are great.  And I love that my Daddy loves me enough to do sweet stuff like that.  But seriously… he needs to call and give me a heads-up first or something.  Or I’m going to have a heart attack one of these days!

See the thing about those moments is that you don’t think logically.  Had I used that pesky little thing called logic, I would know that if anybody else had even stepped foot around here, the dogs would have went completely and totally BAT SHIT CRAZY. The likelihood of anyone setting foot within 200 yards of my house without everyone knowing about it is about…. zilch.  So the chances that someone could walk down the sidewalk without so much as a peep from my family’s army of furred guards ranging from 10 lbs to nearly 200 lbs… well ….  it aint’ happenin.  And anyone stupid enough to try it well, I feel sorry for them, because if the dogs don’t get them, one of the many well-armed Veterans around here just might.  But the problem is, in the moment of standing there washing the dishes, None of that LOGICAL crap runs through my mind.  All that runs through my mind is,


Pre-printed love notes from Mom?

A few days ago I was in a bookstore with my husband and I saw this.

What is this, you say?

Well as far as I could tell, it was a booklet of pre-printed tear out notes of love, encouragement, etc. “from Mom”.

Complete with suggestions to stick them in in your children’s lunch boxes, backpacks, etc.

I recall first seeing a booklet of these a couple of years ago and being kind of shocked at the time.

But this week I noticed that there were more of these types of booklets, and in various styles, etc.  So does that mean these things have caught on and are actually selling?

Have we really became a society so detached from our children that we need pre-printed, perforated love notes from Mom?

If you want to leave your child a note, does it really take too much time to write that short sentence in your own handwriting, and I dunno… actually sign it?

Facebook Adds Hide This Post Option

If you read my previous post about Politics on Facebook, you may remember my final line in the post:
“Perhaps the best option would be a “hide this post” option, without hiding the person’s entire feed.  So that at least when you read it once, you didn’t have to see it again.”

I actually sent that suggestion to Facebook.  I’m sure other people have as well.  But I was pleasantly surprised to notice something new today.  I got online this morning to be greeted with yet another onslaught of political ranting from a person that I care about dearly, but tire of seeing their constant political posts.  Today I decided I’d had enough, I was just going to have to “Hide” the posts from that person.  I hated to do that, as I don’t want to miss that person’s status updates that are actually about them, and not politics.  But I’d had enough, and I was going to add this person to the short list of folks on my friend’s list of whom I have hidden their feed.  (Which means it doesn’t come into my feed, and I only see it if I visit their page.)

When I hovered in that right corner for the “x” box menu to pop up, I saw this:

Can I tell you how excited I was to see this????  At least now I only have to see these posts once.  Then I can hide that post only, and still not miss out on the rest of the person’s updates.  It’s not a perfect fix.  But I like it.  That way it isn’t hanging around on my feed page all day long.  And I don’t have to hide everything they post, or unfriend someone that I want to keep on my friend’s list.  (I blacked out the name, because I chose a random person’s post to take a screen shot of, to show you what it looks like.)

I encourage all of you to go forth and de-stress your Facebook feed page whenever you need to.



November 11th

I know what Nov. 11th is.  It is Veteran’s Day.  And nothing I’m about to say should be taken as a slight to our veterans.  The majority of the men in my family (including my husband, father, grandfathers, etc.) are veterans.  I have a tremendous amount of respect for those that serve our country.  I think of them and their sacrifices on a daily basis.  I teach my children to appreciate what those in uniform do and have done, to give them the life that they lead today.

But to me, November 11th will always be “Grandma’s Birthday”.   One of my grandmothers was born on November 11th. She was a very playful grandma and child-like in some ways.  When my first cousins and I were very small she would tell us with a sly smile that school wasn’t in session on Nov. 11th, because it was “Grandma’s Birthday”.  🙂

My Grandma is in Heaven now.  But no matter how old I get, when I hear “November 11th” my mind goes to the woman that kept us many weekends, let us run a muck, bought all our favorite foods, took us around and taught us about trees, flowers and birds, fed us grapes from her carefully kept grapevines – popping them in our little open mouths while she called us “her baby birds”.

It’s 2 o’clock in the morning and Nov. 11th is technically over for this year, but she’s been on my mind all day.  Like all the other November elevenths before today.  Oh what I wouldn’t give to have one more weekend with her and PawPaw. One more Friday night staying up late with my cousins, trying to be just quiet enough to not wake anyone.  One more fun filled Saturday that started with my PawPaw loudly playing his fiddle at the crack of dawn and my Gram clanging pots and pans in the kitchen.  One more Saturday to play all day.  One more Sunday morning together, listening to my Grandma sing and complain about how hot the church was.  One more Sunday dinner with my family all around.  One more game of UNO or dominos after dinner.  One more chance to hug her goodbye & tell her I’d see her next weekend.

I can’t have any of those things again.  But I thank God for the blessings in my life and the wonderful people I have been able to call family.

Yep, Nov. 11th will always be Grandma’s Birthday.

I love you and miss you dearly, Gram.


The Difference Between Men and Women

So we were going down the interstate today.  In a particularly tricky area with lots of lane changes, tractor trailers breaking the speed limit, and people driving poorly.  An area that, for all of the aforementioned reasons, is rather accident prone.

I look over to my right and I see this truck with a smallish, flat, open, trailer behind it.  On the trailer is a very long skinny piece of steel.  The steel pole is sticking out….  I’m going to guess…. approximately 12 feet past the end of the trailer, at a tilt, ending at about windshield height, if a car were behind it.  It had a small red flag tied to the end, as law requires, but it was still very hard to see.

To me it just looked like a horrible accident waiting to happen.  As we came to the area with heavy lane changes (oh and did I mention this is also all taking place on a bridge?), a car driving too fast is quickly approaching the pipe, while changing lanes.  In that nanosecond it looked as if that car was going to drive directly into that pipe.

And in that nanosecond, my husband and I both said something out loud at the exact same time.

I said, in a worried tone, “Oh my Gosh!”

My husband said (in a tone you might use while watch America’s Funniest Home Videos), “Oh Watch this!”


The car ended up crossing into yet another lane, so by the time it was even with the pipe, it was in different lane.  But from our angle the whole thing looked very close.

My husband said our reactions were a perfect example of the differences between men and women.  Then he added, “And yeah, you can blog that.”   😉

Go stick your hands in some warm dish water!

I’ve been battling a severe iron deficiency for quite a while now.  One of the many annoying side effects of this is that I have become very cold natured.  (Emphasis on the very.)   The weather has turned colder and I am freeeeeezing today.  Everyone else in the house is of course, fine.

Have you ever had one of those moments that made you think of something from your past? Not the big stuff.  We all get reminders of the big stuff.  But just little things?

Today I had one of those, while shivering in the kitchen thinking about how cold I was.  I remembered when I was a kid and my maternal Grandmother was one of the most hot-natured people I’ve ever met.  My Grandpa was on the total opposite side of the spectrum.  On more than one 70 to 80 degree day he was known to turn the heat on in his truck.

But Grandpa was frequently cold inside the house.  He and Gram never agreed on temperature.  And Gram slaving away in a hot kitchen, didn’t help the issue much.  My Grandma LOVED to feed people. She didn’t just cook a meal, she made feasts.  As my uncle often put it, “She makes enough to feed an Army!”

Every Sunday after church we went to their house for dinner.  And nearly every Sunday my Grandpa complained about being cold.  He’d wear a jacket inside the house, and stand in front of one of their gas stoves, warming his back.  And every time he complained about being cold, Gram would always have the same response.

“Well if you’re so cold, go stick your hands in some warm dish water!”, then she’d tilt her head sideways and give him a playful grin.


And often he’d go do the dishes.

So today I’m following Gram’s advice.  I’m cold, and I’m going to stick my hands in some warm dish water!

New clothes

I have lost a lot of weight.  That’s a good thing.  Not having enough clothes that fit… not so good.  This is more than a “budget” issue.  I am allergic to many things.  So finding clothing can be a bit tricky.  Not impossible, but tricky.  Since I haven’t landed at a stable weight yet, I don’t want to spend too much getting clothes that may not fit me later.

I have achieved my weight loss goal.  And now I’m just continuing healthy habits and seeing where I land.  So at the moment, I am continuing to loose.

Anyway…  I got a new tank top awhile back and hadn’t tried it on yet.  This evening I tried it on.  It went something like this:

Me: “What do you think?’

Hubby: “WOW!  It’s … it’s… great!”

Me (shocked because he’s not usually that enthusiastic about clothing): “Really?  You like it?”

Hubby: “I LOVE it.  It’s great.  ………..(pause)….. Just so long as you never wear it out of the house.”


LOL  I guess that means he really liked it.  Ha!