Monday, September 01, 2014

Grandma as a little girl

We are packing up my Grandmother's house in preparation of an auction at the end of the month.  Above is a photo of my Grandma when she was a little girl.  She is on the left, with the blonde hair.  It's amazing to see her at that age.  She was a pretty little girl and she was a beautiful woman.  I miss her so much.

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Alex Turns 22

We took Alex to dinner at Tilted Kilt in Columbus as part of his birthday weekend celebration.

Friday, August 29, 2014

My New Hair Color

I wanted my hair to be pink, all over.  But the blue bangs would not bleach out so Sara (my hairdresser) covered the blue with the purple.  Hopefully the next time my hair gets bleached, the blue will be gone.

Dream Job - Food Truck

I ran across this picture and fell in love.  What a quaint idea.  Wouldn't this be fun to set up at weddings and parties.  This one is called "The Cocktail Caravan".

The interior is so cute and they do all sort of things.  This company is located in the United Kingdom

I really, really like this idea.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Her Hands

When I think of Grandma I often think of her hands.  Her hands were always busy either with embroider work, crochet, or working a word puzzle book.  And in the morning her hands would be following the text of her "Daily Bread".

Those hands would often given me a back scratch that seemed to last for hours and felt so wonderful.  And off course those hands rolled out thousand of noodles and hundreds of pie crusts.

I held those hands when Grandma was in the hospital.  I'm sure I covered her hands in my tears as I realized I would never feel those hands against me again.

Life on earth is just a fleeting moment and sometimes we get so wrapped up in the day to day that we forget to stop and appreciate the present moment.  I know I wish I had more moments with Grandma.  

I recall reading the following:  "Enjoy the little things in Life, for someday you will realize THEY were the big things."  Those words are so true.

Thought for Thursday

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Happy Birthday Alex

Today my son turns 22.  That really doesn't even seem possible.  And he will always be my little cupcake.

I was 36 when Alex was born.  It took me several years to get pregnant and I remember when he was born he was so tiny.  I would hold this little soul and stare into his eyes and wondered if I would be a good parent, if he would become a responsible citizen of the world and if he would know how much I loved him.

Alex was one of those children that always seemed happy, he rarely cried and never had temper tantrums.  And once he started school the time flew by so quickly.  My little boy grew up in a blinking of an eye.  And now he's 22.  And he has grown into a kind and generous young man.  I'm so thankful that he is my son.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

A Dream I had ----

I had forgotten how long I had been gone.  It seemed a lifetime since he had captured me.  But I finally had won favor in his eyes and he was going to let me go to the dentist to fix my teeth he had drilled for one of his sadistic movies.  He drilled down each tooth as though they were going to be capped, my mouth held wide opened with a mouth prop, my limbs tied to his table, as his camera rolled.

The pain was searing, my heart was pounding.  If my moaning and tears, the wild snorting through my nose wasn't dramatic enough, he would raise the drill from my teeth and point it at my eye or the side of my head. And then I would begin anew, the tears flowing to my ears which were already filled and being so disappointed that God didn't answer my prayer and take me now.

But now he was happy with me.  He bathed me and dressed me and was taking me to a dentist.  I was going to get new teeth.

And then the dream sort of faded away and returned to a new scene, the dentist coming to the house with a box of porcelain overlays.

And then the dream faded away and I had escaped, with the little box filled with new teeth.  And I came across a man and began a fight with him.  Someone called 911.  The police arrived.  My face was bloody.  I told them he had beaten me up because I ran from his home.  I then smiled and the look of shock was clearly written on their faces.  The man was handcuffed.

The police called for an ambulance, but I convinced them I needed to get home, to grab some clothes, my ID, and money so I could escape this man.  I promised I would go to the hospital.  I took their business card.  Thankfully the car had GPS, and I was able to find the man's home.  I rummaged his house for money and jewelry, anything I could pawn.

And then I drove towards my freedom, the little box of teeth on the passenger side.

And then I woke up.

Friday, August 22, 2014

Wardrobe vs. Dressers

After 25 years of marriage, I'm ready to upgrade our bedroom furniture.  I love these wardrobes at IKEA.  I'm really considering getting rid of our dressers and getting these.  You can customize each wardrobe with shelves, or drawers, or cubes and I love this vanity.  My mind is reeling... but I'm pretty sure we will be purchasing these.  I just don't know if we can get them assembled by someone other than ourselves.

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Ant Hill

I was sitting on my front porch and noticed some tiny little ant hills.  Naturally I had to snap a picture.

Saturday, August 16, 2014

Squirrel with Acorn

The oak tree in my parents' backyard is dropping acorns at an alarming rate; not to mention how much it hurts when they fall on you.  However, the little squirrels peel of the green skin and eat the nut inside; discarding the remains and moving on to the next one.

PS:  This picture was taken through their patio door because of the pelting acorns falling.

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