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My hopes for my children…


My cousin, Sylvia Orozco, posted this on facecrack, written by Lee Pitts , and I felt  the need to share it, so that maybe my boys would see it….

” I would really like for them to know about hand me down clothes and homemade ice cream and leftover meat loaf sandwiches. I really would. I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and that you learn honesty by being cheated. I hope you learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn and wash the car. And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are sixteen. It will be good if at least one time you can see puppies born and your old dog put to sleep. I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in. I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother And it’s all right if you have to draw a line down the middle of the room,but when he wants to crawl under the covers with you because he’s scared, I hope you let him. When you want to see a movie and your little brother wants to tag along, I hope you’ll let him. I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely. If you want a slingshot, I hope your Dad teaches you how to make one instead of buying one. I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books. When you learn to use computers, I hope you also learn to add and subtract in your head. I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first crush on a girl. May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on a stove . I don’t care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don’t like it.. And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope you realize he is not your friend. I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your Grandma/Grandpa . May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the holidays. These things I wish for you – tough times and disappointment, hard work and happiness. To me, it’s the only way to appreciate life. 

I would like to add – that I hope you feel strongly enough in your beliefs to stick to them and up for them. Yet, don’t turn your back on those who believe differently. Sometimes, you have to agree to disagree. The world would be a very boring place if everyone agreed on everything. 

Sometimes, you will be wrong. Be honest and humble enough to admit when you are. Don’t gloat when you win, and shake the winners hand when you don’t.  

If someone falls, help them up. One day, you may be the one to fall. Never be afraid to ask for help, but be sure to offer it as well. Thank the Lord every day for the things you have. Your health and your family, and pray for those who who don’t. Pray for those who serve and fight for your right to do so. Pray for not only your friends, but your enemies. Forgive and forget, life is too short to be angry and hold a grudge. 

Sometimes, in life, you have to settle. A car, a house, even a job, but don’t get comfortable there. Always  continue to strive for more. Don’t just live your life content with where you are. But NEVER settle for the person you spend your life with. Hold out for your soul mate and once you have found her, never let her go. 

NEVER give up, never surrender.

…and remember … you are never too old to hold your mother’s hand. 

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Oh Happy Days…


As the cat sits barking at something outside the patio door (probably a gecko – I do live in Florida and they are all over!) I realize that I am crazy behind on my #100DaysofHAppy …well, sort of…

I have them…my life has just been such a cluster f**ck these days that I haven’t had the brain power to post them…

Here are some…I don’t have picture of a couple, so…use your imagination…

There was the day I was on my way to see mom at the hospital and the man behind me was jammin’ in his car – not just jammin’ – no, he was dancing …he saw me watching and stopped. I guess he really liked the song and didn’t care – and started dancing again. Man after my own heart – I am a klutz and can’t dance, I can’t carry a tune in a bucket – so, stand back and and plug your ears ’cause I love this song!

Then there is Suzanne…she is my bestest, oldest, dearest friend Misty’s girlfriend. She works at PAWS in Atlanta, an animal shelter. While it is sad, yes, it also makes me smile a little – before they have to put a doggie down : ( she brings them chocolate donuts. One last treat.

A couple of tickets we had dropped from our driving records so USAA let us back with their insurance, saving us a little over $100 a month!

It took me 2 1/2 weeks, but I finally got the laundry caught up (it was difficult with mom in the hospital and all of the running around I had to do with her) and unpacked…

and last, but definitely not least…

I GOT A JOB!!!

There’s more to come..but for now, I have got to get back to cleaning and organizing the house before I GO BACK TO WORK! WOOOO HOOOO!!!! 

 

Daylight Savings Time..How I Loathe Thee…


…or is it Mountain Dew? or stress? The Man snoring? or the sugar buzz from the cake just before bed? The Ambien cr and 3 OTC sleeping pills that aren’t working because the migraine med wants me awake to realize its awesomeness in getting rid of my day long migraine (well, TECHNICALLY, dear midrin, my migraine eased up when I left mother at the hospital.)

Yeah, yeah, I know, it came back ten fold when she started calling ..and calling..and calling…but, you got rid of it. Thank you. Can I sleep now?

Yeah, I guess I should get the explaining the hospital daylight savings time needs no explanation and it is probably the mountain dews fault.

Alright…lemme refill my wine and hit the head..

Sunday morning, mom came downstairs, got her coffee, made her usual mess and headed upstairs while was still in peaceful, sleeping in bliss. sleepbeauty

Then the dogs started barking.

The Man opened the door – Your mother just spilled her coffee all over the floor upstairs. (This would be the large cup. With the lid. The one we bought to prevent these things. Ugh.)

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so, I’m awake. I’m wide awake.

I get it cleaned up, she gets her burn taken care of – nothing serious, thank goodness, and head down to have my own coffee.

As I am telling this story, I can’t remember if she had put her oxygen back on yet or not, however, as the morning moves on, I would put money now on no.

She came down a while later while I was over feeding a neighbors dog and was fiddling with the coffee maker – which she is only allowed to touch to pour herself a cup of coffee. The rule is unspoken, but I really didn’t think it was necessary to tell her. Quit thinking Anna – she is like a child!!!!

Any-who! I asked Goose when I got back why the coffee pot was on the counter and sugar bowl on the other counter (more on the sugar bowl later).

“Granma was going to make a pot of coffee but decided not to make mess..”

Well, thank GOD for that! She could have put things back, but I have given up on her cleaning up after herself. Sad, but all of the children did a better job at 5 years old than she does at 67.

About 30 minutes later, she comes downstairs – mind you – her oxygen line does not reach downstairs – but goes to the coffee pot and puts a coffee cup on the burner and pushes the ‘ON’ button.

As I have been crocheting, I wasn’t sure what all she had done.

Mom, what are you doing?

I want a cup of coffee and I guess ya’ll aren’t drinking any so I am making a pot so I can have a cup.

But, MOTHER, you can’t make a pot of coffee in a coffee cup!!!

Oh, ok…well.. has the coffee already been made this morning?

Yes, mother..don’t you remember spilling it all upstairs on your foot? 

Oh, right, (looking down at the one slipper she had on her foot) that was this morning wasn’t it?

Yes. mother.

So, I got her 3/4 cup if coffee ready in the microwave and she went upstairs for her e-cig, she came back down with her smaller coffee cup from bedroom. She sat down to talk to us, Goose included, and realized she had still forgotten her e-cig. She asked if Goose was down here (we kind of looked at each other and rolled out eyes – umm, she had been talking to him!)

Yes, mother.

Would he go get it for me?

So, he did, Her coffee was finished, but for some reason she sat down with whatever cup she had. Never touching the “fresh” cup we fixed for her.

I headed outside to weed the flower garden with The Man (as was planned for this beautiful spring day in Florida) and Goose went back to the neighbors to walk their dog. Mom headed back upstairs, leaving her e-cigarette downstairs.

(I decided to leave it to see how long she would go without it.)

Time for a refill- right back.. dang.last 1/2 glass wine, hope to end this soon, as it is , of course, it also close to 2:30 a.m. and  not far from coffee.. and the start of the next day…

Ok where were we?

Oh, so ok, mom went back upstairs and by now, it is close to 11 a.m. and she has to take her oxygen off to come downstairs. She always, ALWAYS puts it back on when she goes back upstairs – she hang it on the to banister so that she grabs it as soon as her foot hits the second floor.

For some reason yesterday, she forgot.

About 5 pm I called her ( yes, on our cell phones,  from the first floor, I called her on the second floor to tell her to get ready for dinner – taking advantage of the laziness modern technology offers every chance I get) however, by the third time trying, I went upstairs and her tubing was still stretched along the stair railing. I grabbed it, and I admit, I was irritated,

I went into her room –

MOM! Wake up! Don’t you kinda need this tube to LIVE? 

I tried to wake her, get the tube back on her nose, but it just wasn’t working. For twenty minute I pulled at her, tried to wake her but nothing worked, so 911 it was.

They came and the good looking fire man carried her out of the house and headed to the hospital – where the fun begins.

But, alas, I am out of wine, the dog (the mischievous one)  is outside on an adventure – 2:11 AM is NOT time for an adventure….

So, this is where it started…the ER night is kind of funny….those familiar with the movie Back to the Future will appreciate that I took the Delorean with me to the hospital. But, that story tomorrow.

Gonna finish this glass of wine, proof read, publish, look for Max the Wanderer and, at some point, sleep…cause I have a feeling , it  is going to be a very, very long week.

I know it is short notice – mom had a dr. appt with her gp scheduled tomorrow – should I keep it and go by myself and go over all of this with him. without her and her touch me not feeling there? Any advice is welcome!

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