just sittin here

I'm just sitting here, waiting for my daghter to call and let me know what the doctor has said about my grandson Nicolas.
His moma has tken him to the hospital to find out why he is so sick.
But I have faith that all will be fine.
Nicolas don't like being away from home for very long. He likes being able to run the house , watch sponge bob squarepants, playing with his baby brother, ad giving momm and daddy a fun or hard time.
But thats all apart of being a kid. I love myNicolas.

just sitting here waitin to see if its going to snow like they are calling for it to.
Not gonna hold my breath, besides I'd pass out.
I love watching the snow fall, and love it when the sun hits it where no foot prints have invaded it yet.
So crisp, clean, fresh, and SPARKLY
Not looking forward to the kids getting out of school early either.
Just sitting here watching time go by and watching me get old, but thats life.
We all get old...lol
but mainly just sitting here being bored and writting down nothing but this.

Sly little sweet Peanut

Children can and are such a trip,
particularly at the yound ages of 0 months- 10 yrs old.

My youngest grandson Carlos (Peanut) is a sneaky little bugger.
call him Peanut because he has a round little head like Charlie Brown, but called that it with MUCH Affection. He is 7 months old now and so full of himself and mischief. The SWEET smile, and
the hypnotic Brown Hazle eyes will fool any one.

This past Sunday, I was at my mother's home, and was my Daughter Jessica and my oldest grandson Nicolas , Carlos's BIG brother. We were all having a good time, playing, being a kid with the kids.
Nicolas all of a sudden came down with not feeling good, and got sick.
Wanted to sleep, but he couldn't too much talking going on, ecause my brother and his wife came over.and she has a LOUD mouth. I'll be nice because not sure if my sister will show them this or not.
Any way I sat on the Big couch and played with the baby, he started fussing and was getting irritated cause he wanted his bottle and wanted to have his Am'Ma hold him up on her lap so he could BOUNCE up and down while she held him.
So the bottle was a better I dea, or so I thought. I reached out across the baby, his little hands SHOT STRAIGHT up and had a handful of my hair in each hand.

I'm not a sensitive on my head like my daughter and OLDEST Sister are, Well the next thing i know he is yanking my head to one side and filling his little slobbery mouth with my hair.
I managed to get away from him THAT time. And lookedat him, he was smiling ever so sweetly and blew a raspberry at me.
I laughed at him and called hi a stinker and reached for the bottle again, thinking he'd leave my hair alone.
YEA, RIGHT
This time he reaches up to almost my ear and grabtwo mor handfuls of hair and I go sideways again, only he held my hair at the nape of my neck,
OOOOOOOOOOOOO, that is where I am sensitive, and he had me SQUEALING like a school
girl running from the boy that wants to kiss her.
I 'm wanting to move but can't, I tried to get him to turn loose, but he wouldn't, he was having too much fun, and I got to laughing to much cause he was just having a feild day
with my hair.
My daughter walks over to Nicolas to give him something to drink, and looks at me an asks"need some help mom?"
I was laughing to hard to answer right away, and finally got out YES.
Jessie came over got a hold of the baby's hands, and got them loose from my hair and taking some hair in the process. LOL!!!!!!!
she picked him up, he looked at her, then me and smiled a GREAT BIG SWEET SMILE
he turns back to her and with a GROWL( he discoverd he can do) stuffed a handful of his mommy's shirt in his mouth and growled the whole time.
Nicolas was taking to the Doctor today, ad his mommy was told he has the early stages of strep throat!!!! Poor little guy, made me amost cry for him.
So he and baby brother, and mommy get to stay home tomorrow.
Jessie called her place of work, a preschool, and told them what was wrong with him.
They told her one teacher went home complaining of not feeling good, a teacher's aid was sent home because she almost passd out in class, and each of the 3 class rooms had any where from 9 -14 students i class, the rest?????
All home with>>>> yup STREP THROAT.
But IF you want a new HAIR style, WELLLLLLLL, come see my PEANUT, He will be more than happy to do your hair, he EVEN washes it

Laughter, is it the best medicine?

They say that laughter is THE BEST medicine, in most cases it is. Plus it depends on what it is that is being laughed at.
I was on the phone tonight with my mother talking about the winter weather mix that we are supposed to get here over night, and I was reminded of a memory from when me and my sibblings and our parents lived in Nome , Alaska.
What triggerd the memory? Me telling her about the snow that Northern California is getting at this moment. We talked about my best friend who lives out that way, and my mom was wondering why my friend had not taken up skiing lessons.
My reply, she just isn't as much of a dare devil or risk taker as I am.I'll not tell you too much of what I HAVE done, because you might get more grey hairs than what you wanted.


I was your basic TOMBOY, a rough houser, I was one of those kids that would make you look
like you were gritting your teeth and sucking in air at the same time, you know,,,, the spit or proper word(eyes rolling) SALIVA that sits in the corner of your lips and when you suck in the air , the backwards slurping sound it maks?????
YES, that sound, you tried it didn't you to see i it was what I was talking about....LOL!!
Any way I was that type of kid, not that I have grown up much, because I haven't.
Well back to my story on the SNOW.
As I said my mother brought back a memory for me. When me nd my family lived in Nome Alaska, I'd have a blast in the winter time.
I have raised my FAIR share of the husky breed, and enjoyed that too.
I'm a dog fantic, well not quite that nuts , but close enough. And at night in the winter I'd ALWAYS take one of my dogs out for a nightly walk. If the street was slick enough I' slide along behind the dog having fun. But what happend next, I did not EVER expect to happen.
I was watching my feet slide on the road and watching for any on coming traffic, well all of a sudden my dog, CHINOOK gave my arm such a tug, I was glad i was able to keep my balance, because she had spotted a CAT! One she got me going on the slick road, I was hanging on for dear life of me and the cat.
She gave that stupid cat and good chase and my butt got a good beating from all the ice chunks embeded into the ice on the road. I can remember pulling and tuggng and calling the dogs name , fighting back the icy cold winds coming in off the bering sea, the tears in my eyes from the cold, and praying that no traffic was coming from either direction.
Now what does one do to stop you from allowing the runaway dog from slinging you around a corner as the cat runs to safety?
You PRAY for a miicle.
I did and I got on, a SNOWBANK. yup , I managed to some how to get my self to roll into that snow bank and stop. I laid there for a good while just trying to catch my breath, looking up at the sky, breathing in deep, and then cracking up at how much fun I had had! As I lay there laughing the dog comes back to me, panting like crazy,she sticks her cold husky nose on to my cheek of my face and gives me a lick to say "ok, lets get up and do that again".
I finally find my legs and slowly get up, while haning on to Chinook's collar, we made our way home and in the door.
Mom would frown most of the time when the dogs were let into the house, I never saw anything wrong with them being inside with us, i mean family is family , right?
To a kid anyway.
Well I enjoyed that so much the night before I could not wait till school ws out and night time got there.
So night fall comes, I ask Chinook if she is ready to go for her walk, of course she was all excited, jumping up and down, waiting for me to take her off her chain so she could RUN!
Well we made it once around the block as a walk, but the next time, well, it was a RACE, to see who could keep better traction and balance, me or the dog. I ended up in the same snow bank as the night before, not because I had to, because I lost the balance race.
So we did it one more time around the block and I made it around the corner that time.
I finally asked my Father, who was the Cheif of Police at that tim, back around 1973-75 I think, I asked him if there was any way he could buy a harness for Chinook,
because she needed to breath better for when we go racing. He laughed and asked me what I was talking about, so I told him and he went and bought her one the next day!
I thought it was just really cool and very TOUGH looking.
I had to show my dad what I was talking about the nigh the brought it home to me and Chinook. Well he got a great kick out of tha but was almost scared out of his wits, because he didn't know if I was going to make the corner turn or not. I did , but barely.
You do learn a lot about scrunching down , butt not to far off the ground, well slicked boots, a warm coat, warm gloves, a GOOD and active dog, but you also decide to choose the snow bank or stop by kickingyour feet out from under you and ride out the chunks of ice in the compacted icy road.

The Commited Ones

What does being Commited mean?
It means you have made a promise or a pledge to up hold what you have Commited your self too.
Like marriage , now days you don't hear much of anyone being married hardly more than 10 years IF THAT.

I was watching the news one day with my Mother, and on there they announced all these people that have been married 50, 55, 60, 70, and even one of 75yrs!!!!
That is what is known as being Commited to one another, through the Good times and the Bad times, for Better or Worse, through Hard times, Thin times to good times, through Sickness and Health.
Why do people marry now days? Does it have to do with money, lust, credit, looks, brains, or just because of one poor ,stupid reason or another.
Take for instance people that are COMMITED to keeping HEALTHY , by eating right, exercise, and doing the right thing for their bodies, or when you FINALLY land that dream job, you show the rest what you got and what it takes to keep you in the job you were hired for. Thats commitment.
that is what it takes to have a GREAT marriage, is the HARD work, The DETERMINATION, BELIEVING in each other, and Working HARD to keep
that machine called marriage up and running as it should. Marriage is a HIGH Maitenance thing, and it HAS to be kept in fine ,top running condition, because if ONE thing goes wrong and it is n't fixed right away, well it will become a ticking time bomb, and when it does explode it will take down EVERYTHING and EVERYONE in its path.
How do I know all this?????

I was married ONCE too and it ended ugly, left some really nasty scars, and is still on going today, becaue the lies are wanted to be seen as the TRUTH and the truth has benn made to be seen as LIES.
Like many, I and my 4 beautiful children bare these scars. not so much my youngest 3 ,as it does my oldest daughter.
But that part in my life will come out soon one day in this blog as well as in what my oldest sister Connie will write, I have given her my permission to use what I have written about in my past marriage in any way she wants.

The Splits

At one time or another, everyone has done the splits.
No matter if it was done to show off, or there was a cause for the affect of the SPLITS being done.

The Splits I'm talking about is done with the legs, and I've had my fair share of doing the splits
and the cause of the affect of the Splits being done only leading to injury and time off.
Get your mind out of the gutter.....LOL!!!!!
the Splits I am talking about is the kind one would not EVER dream of EVER being done , let alone Ever IMAGINE it being done and how it could be done. So sit back and enjoy the adventure of my story, because you are not gonna believe your eyes when I tell you.

Don't get me wrong, I LOVE being a grandma, and WOULD NOT EVER give it up for ANYONE.
Its like growing up and releanring what you missed with your child(ren) when they were little and at the
age mine are 3yrs and 7 months old.
Having a VERY rambuncious 3 yr old boy bouncing around while the hands are full of a 7 month old baby can be a bit unnerving at times , and at the same time having the tv going very loudly, as well as 2 or 3 people trying to talk to you or someone else at the same time while the 3 yr old runs wild and you are holding a 7 month old thats ready to either FLy out of your hands because he is either thinking he is a bird or that if he flapped his little arms fast enough he could keep up with big brother as he ZOOMS around Am'Ma's feet.
Now imagine what it feels like when someone has your attention at the wrong time as you sit in the wrong place,
and all of a sudden you have 40 lbs of 3 yr old come down on the big toe and 2nd toe !
Now holding a 7 month old baby is not what you want to be doing at that time for many, many,many reasons.
But fortunatly nothing happend to him as I was holding him, he was sitting on my leg as I sat on the floor. When one sits on the floor with kids you have to guard your self closely, they have a tendency of getting overly excited as does my oldest grandson.
Thank the LORD above I has my foot turned to the side at the time his 40 lb little body came down on my toe.
I'm not sure if it was his hand or his knee, but I DO know he made my big toe and 2nd toe do the SPLITS!!!!!
Talk about the pain! I was so thankful afterword that I had taken ibuprofin before for my hands.
I holwed and screamed, and yelled at him, made him cry and not want to move. I hate myself for being like that towards my 3 yr old grandson. He really is a very sweet and pretty good little boy, even growing up around me.
When I felt him come down on my toes, I froze, and thought , OH LORD MY TOES. PLEASE DON"T LET THEM BE BROKEN.
Thankfully no broken bones and Thankfully nothing was dislocated or even sprained, just jolted.
Me and My grandson made up, became buddies again and proceeded to wrestle and play once again
Am'Ma LOVES you Nicolas

Concentrate

Concentration, How important is it some people?

Pretty important if you want my in put, if not then stop reading this.

With me, when i try to concentrate, I get interupted by one form or another. By that i mean the phone rings,someone comes over looking for someone, or I get a chatter box sitting or standing near me. I can be one of the most paticent people you could come across, but, catch me being into something i want to do for the fun of it or something that requiers alot of concentration and I'll growl or sneer at you for interupting me. Why? Because for the most part, its something I'm doing to get done and over with, so I won't have to do it later or look at it wishing the thing or project would do its self.LOL!!!! Right what ever!

What about the ones that come up to you ,KNOWING what you are doing and just HAVE to ask,"what ya doing?" I just want to reach up and do the V-8 smack to the forehead and scream"for once in your life use the eyes that God blessed you with , and open them and see for your self " But I smile and calmly say "nothing , why you want to do that too?" or "why ask me that when you can see what I am doing"
I know, that person asking may actually not know what is it I am doing, but they ask any way.

Like when I started this page just 20 mins ago, my boyfriend's son who is 11yrs old is one that HAS to be the center of attention, he is a BOOK SMART kid, but when it comes to the easy things, the boy lacks common sence. Street Smarts he has none of.
As I said as I was begining this page he was yaking at me, about nothing, he does that alot of times to get me to give up the computer, but I eventually tune him out.
He is a good kid for his age, and thats only because he and I have been stuck together here at home and he has come along way in growing up around me, Even his dad has had to do some growing up around me along with his son.BUT that is another story, that some day I MIGHT write about on here, now is not the time.

I'm actualy surprised he hasn't really come back over here to bug me, he is involved with a movie right now.(whew!)
He does make it hard to concentrae when I'm wanting to do what ever it is I am doing.
Like going to the store, I think cool! I get to go by my self! ha,ha,ha,ha, Nope his dad makes him come with me, and i end up forgetting most of what I went to the store for in the first place.
Then when we get home I get asked did you get this" or "you for got that"
I look at the ol' man and say "well, thank your son, he just don't know when or how to be quiet"
Or driving (UGH!) the kid is a major backseat driver!
Either way Concentration is important to alot of people and others, well they just don't know what it is to have to do that, but once a person learns the "looks" they get from me, I'm pretty much left alone.
Like my coffee in the morning, Don't mess with me till I have had my first cup and have woken up. I bite!

Strange Noises

This is the time of night when the house is quiet, or so you think it is.
I have this dog, his name is Black Jack, and right now he is the only real noise going on other than the refrigerator.

That dog can snore! I was told I snore, but I do believe he has me beat.
He is LOUD. Its strange when you think a dog can snore. I mean is it good for a dog to snore? Who knows, but he does. But that isn't the thing that is strange so much as the noises you hear when by your self.

I don't care how old or how new th house is, you are going to have strange noises. Some that make you jump and break out in a cold sweat, some that make you look and to come up with no idea as to what made that sound.

I live out in the country for now and I do LOVE it! The house I live in is an old farm house dating back ino the depression era. Not well insulated, but still standing, and it does make its share of noise.
Like when the washer start drianing, it will some times back up into the kitchen sink and gurggle or what I call "spit" because if the washer has a load of clothes in it and you are doing dishes at the time or washing your hands or something, and the washer drains, well it acks up into the sink and shoots these little gysers up until the washer has drained all the way, and the only thing you can do at that moment is either run for cover or stand there and see just how high the "spit" gyser will get, and then the fun is over.
The sounds I am talking about is the ones that are unidentifiable noises.
The ones that make a soft, but loud enough bump to be heard,
or the creaks and pops of things you didn't know could do that, only come to find out, its you doing all that creaking and poping from the chair you sit in or the floor you walk on.
Then there are the sudden noises . The ones that make you want to run for cover.
I don't run for cover at those noises any more i run to them. I am a VERY curious person when it comes to noises like that,I guess I have always been that way, Idon't know, but I do know not much scares me like that.
Call it a cheap thrill, but I like the RUSH of excitement .
Now Connie and my Beautiful daughter Jessica, well they spook way to easy. You can imagine how much fun I do have when I can have fun with them. I laugh, they scream, they hit or yell at me only to make me laugh at them that much harder.
Oh I do get spooked, if caught with my guard down.
I'll tell you about that later. We all can use a GOOD laugh and I do have laughs a plenty to give.

When you wake in the morning, embrace the day and give THANKS, when you lay at night give your Thanks for the day,
But!, When you hear that "BUMP" and not know, hang on tight, it could be me coming to give you a fright.
Not really it just sounded good.

Brain Fart

Is thre anyone out there that hasn't drawn a BLANK as to what thy wanted to say or meant to say or just can't say what they thought they could say?

Yup, this is one of my "bumping into walls" writtings.
I could say alot about men, kids, animals, family, friends, or what ever.
I could even reveal more about me. But some would be boring, some would irritate others, some would be just dumb.

I do have alot to say, to tell and reveal, but na, i can do better.
But I have drawn a blank in my head as to what to write. See ------------------------- there is the blank, not really, but I'm sure it could look like that, but who cares, I Know its there and I guess I'm writting about it, the BLANK.

Yup, i do say some off the wall stuff, not because of boredom, not because of this or that, but because i have discoverd something.
My Sanity, its decided to go one Vacation while I have been trying to get over a Bad sinus infection, man try to be serious about some thing and get laughed at. Oh well, I'm glad to make anyone laugh.
But once all that crap(boogers) is gone from my head, its like Blank,Blank,Blank comes in and then the loopieness starts, thats when i know my sanity has gone on vacation.
I'm left to defend my self of finding amusment ,some thing easy for me, and amusing too.
A VICTIM, don't matter to me who or what it is, as long as I have me a victim, or a partner in crime , like my Grandson, Nicolas.
He is a pretty cool little dude. But momma and daddy don't find him to amusing once he has gotten back around them after being with his Am'Ma(ME).
Nicolas is 3 yrs old now, and is so laid back when he is in his bed room, he StRRRRIps down when he gets home and lays in his bed watchig his tv, or goes and checks on his baby brother ,
Carlos.
I love them little guys, I told my mom once I now know what I have missed from when my kids were all little . I have missed out on alot of things, but not gonna bore anyone with that.
Hey Connie, drag out that ol' juice harp or what ever its called and TWANG out a tune, but remember to keep the teeth out of the way.LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok, my head hurts from "bumpng into the wall" so I'm going to stop, go to bed and see what I come up with next.

Caught in the middle

Caught in the middle, What does it mean? Well, it has lot of meaning
behind it.
For me,it means the middle child. I am the middle child of 5 kids, and I do LOVE to blab about them, particularly if its soe thing "juicey" or bad that has happend.
I do make "light" of th fact that I do look at the HUMORUS side of the bloopers and the not so good things about us.
I am one of "those" kids that did get caught in the middle of things i had nothing to do with.
And I always knew who it was that did whatit was I got blamed for, and or who it was that should of done the things they were told to do, but didn't do, I got stuck doing it. But not all the time.
I'm one that likes to sit and watch other people, no matter where I am at the time.
I guess you could say I am or wa the "GOOD KID" of the bunch.
I did and do my bestto stay out and away from rouble, or bad influences, what ever the case may be.
But I'm not innocent , not by far. I'm not evil either, just one of those that takes note of the situation and surroundings and have learnd to plan my "escapes" if need be.
I learned A LOT from my Father while gowing up and I learned a lot from my sibblings too.
Like hen it came time to do dishes(yuk) , I'd sneak out the back door just to have my 2nd to the oldest sister get stuck with them.
The trash, well I'd sneak out that same back door and have my brother that is 3 yrs younger than me(but looks older than me..lol) get stuck with that chore.
Now my oldest sister, Connie, well , now that one is interesting, she was always good at catching me doing some thing wrong or teaching me how to do something "wrong", but ended up with the laughs later.
Connie,she is one of them sister's that was born with an craving for "hobbies and crafts" of any kind.
She loves to write most of all.
But yet she has been many things in her life time, she first learnd to to do her "ABC's" by carving them into a very expensive piece of furnature my parents had bought way back when and long before I was born, so you could say she did wood carving at one time, She was conciderd a cheerleader as wll, until she got in trouble with her teacher in class. she used to think she was a musician at one time, remember the" STRING Guitar", yup she'd tote that thing all over Nome Alaska, wore her hair all frizzed out hoping one day it would be come an afro.
I know she will tell things on me, but who cares it happendi the past.

I remember her VERY first car, it was cool, I liked it, but our dad has his doubts about her being a good car owner.
he was right, back then any way, she killed the cool car one day,didn't think about putting oil in it and blew the engine on the hywy between Branson , Mo and Point Lookput,Mo near what was back then called School of the Ozarks.
She called dad, he went and got her and laughed at her the whole time home, she was mad, but go over it in the end....lol
Connie , she is headstrong, spoiled, grouchy, kind of snotty, but most of all, she is MAJOR fun to be with and around.
But I was the one that was kept home for the most part, Connie had been a "free spirit" ,Karen trying to follow Connie's foot steps, Danny , he was too young to know, Mike he was on his own path.
But being the middle child you miss out on alot or you learn a lot.
Like pay back to little brothers that hide from dad when he is grumpy and them not around to get into trouble, but only you...lol
but I have much to tell and much on my mind, and for now I'll stop here.
The story of the peanut butter, and the flying belt buckle , and the asking the lady to help because of being an ape will have to wait for another time.
Its late and my eyes are telling me they want to rest.

Some thing to Keep in mind, some times YOU HAVE TO G BACK , IN ORDER TO GO FORWARD.

A First Time for Everything

Hello to all who read this.

I was recently encouraged by someone VERY much a part of my life, to do this.
she said "you should put up your "Own blog" you have alot of writting talent, and with what you have written down about alot of things, it would be good".

This "someone" I am speaking of is my oldest sister, Connie, She has inspired me to do all kinds of things, some a good idea, some not good, some that ended up with the both of us in trouble when we were growing up....LOL!
I'm not sure how this all works or how it will turn out, but, you never know.
So this is my "FIRST TIME" for this. guess you could say in a way, not a "virgin" to this any more or at least this one any way.

all through life no matter what you do or did, You are no long a "virgin" to it and it is no longer conciderd your "First Time". You know the knowing the "IN 's " and the "Out's"
of knowing what you already know, and it can become boring or manotness.
Then again, one just might really like that type of thing....
I mean no matter how old we all get, there is ALWAYS going to be a "FIRST TIME"
in and on a lot of things.
There are the FIRSTs in riding a bike, driving a car, walking, even as an adult,
a new job- different than what you have done before, a new town you haven't ever been too, meeting someone new, and YES, even SEX.
But not going to get on that subject......
I COULD, but I won't.
Just like this here blog, its a FIRST for me.

we ALL remember our "first" with alot of our adventures in our lives, some pleasant, some not, some we'd all like to for get, some we do for get

I am a southern girl, Born in Memphis ,Tenn, but we as kids my 2 older sisters and 2 younger brothers we raised pretty much moving from just about one state to another. Our Father had the" rambling fever" I guess you could say, and we lived in some pretty "scenic" towns, one might call them.
I am VERY outspoken, VERY opinionated, I tell it like I see it, I love a good joke, I love to laugh, but who don't,
I'm one that don't back down to easily,I have STRONG family values, but them things are just some of me.
more of me will come out in my thoughts and or "bumping into walls".
I could go on and on about first time things but I'd just be babblingtoo much, its best we all find out about the FIRST Time for our selves.
Who knows might learn some thing from it too, if not then no one to blame but ones self.
But then, for some it WOULDN'T be the "FIRST TIME" for that.