Sunday, September 21, 2014

Missing you...

Last week, Gary and I came across a traffic accident.  An elderly woman had struck a motorcycle.  The motorcycle was probably 100 feet ahead of the motorcyclist who was sitting up on the road, holding his head and appearing to be in a state of shock.  A woman was standing with the elderly woman, rubbing her back, trying to calm her down.

Other motorists were stopping, trying to offer assistance.  I began crying.  The image of my Grandma came flooding into my view.  I wondered if others came to her aid when she was struck by an automobile.  Did someone get out of their car to help her?  Did she know she was about to get hit by an oncoming car or did it happen so quickly she didn't even see the car?  Did she feel any pain?  All those thoughts came to me and I was so sad and upset.  Upset that I would never know those answers.  Frustrated that the person with her (the driver of the vehicle) could probably answer those questions but knew he wouldn't really know since he tried to give her cranberry juice when she was laying in the hospital unconscious.

I've been really sad and depressed since seeing that accident.  It's weird that seeing those people opened up so much emotion in me.  I just cry at odd times.  It's very unlike me.

Monday, September 15, 2014

Sunday, September 07, 2014

Becky Gets Married

A big congratulations to my sister Becky who married Margaret on Friday September 5th.  This date celebrated their love and the 17 years they have been together.

Tuesday, September 02, 2014

Alex and his Aversion to Light

Every time the camera flashes; Alex has to close his eyes.  Every freaking picture his eyes look like this.  It cracks me up.

These photos were taken on Alex's 22nd birthday.  I can't believe I'm a Mom to an adult.  When did that happen?

Seriously under normal lighting conditions Alex's eyes do not look this way.  But it cracks me up and also frustrates me when trying to get a "good" picture.

As a side note; this picture was taken at the Tilted Kilt.  The room was dark; and the flash was used but somehow Alex's eyes remained open.  Hmmmmmmm.

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.

Thursday, August 21, 2014

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