2009 is closing...
2009 ended up being a mixed up crazy, crazy year... In someways too much happened for it even to seem real....
I met some great new friends, renewed and reconnected with a ton of old friends... I went on some adventures this year, that made me realize, you never really grow-up. Did somethings with my kids I have always wanted to do...and doing it with them made it even more special.
Watched the end of one part of my life, only to discover out of ashes... endings can be the beginning of something wonderful.
During the dark days, there were some people who I can never express my love and gratitude to, this woman, my best friend, sat there as I cried, cried and cried my eyes swollen shut... just sat there and held my hand... then she made me laugh... she picked up my kids and was there to help when I could not be in two places at once. She truly is the sister, I always wished for....
and the best damn accomplice in the whole wide world.... Paige....thank you.
My little brother, Todd and my new sister in law Sarah, what can I say you guys were always reassuring me everything would be fine, you kept me busy and were always offering help. Sarah, you were always there with your pockets full of hope and wisdom, I am so glad you married baby bro.
My other brother (the twin) Chip and his lovely wife, Shell... You, two always knew what I needed before I did. Chip you would just stop in to check on me and the kids, make sure we were safe and warm and offer your sound advise. Shell, you are a wonderful sister in law, so strong and caring, you bless our family.
But most of all, you loved my kids, gave them the time and attention they needed to get them through one of the most difficult times in their lives. Todd, Chip and Tim (my other bro) you all set examples for the kids as to how responsible men love and are devoted to their families. You love and treat them as your own, my kids are really lucky to have the three of you in their lives.
Paige, Sarah and Shell, your aunts, that my kids trust beyond anything, they both know they can come to you with anything and you will give them sound advise and help, I love that about all of you.
2010 marches in shiny as a new penny... I have a faith in myself that I didn't have at the beginning of 2009. I have an new understanding about the true gifts in life that I didn't have at the beginning of 2009. I learned to let go.....no hurt is worth hanging on to. If someone doesn't love me for the amazing person I am, than that is their loss, not mine (finally) If at all possible I love my brothers and family more than I realized is possible.
So 2010, bring it on....
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
4 year old wanted felon....
yes, my brother was four when he hit the most wanted list... he was reformed back into society in the worst possible way.... he had his ass paddled the whole way.... and he has had to live with this story, basically his whole life.... So lets get our families public humiliation out in the open and let it live on.... for future generations to learn from....or laugh at.... as long as they learn....
I remember, well I really don't... the only thing I do know is we are in the death trap and we are tootling down the road, dust from the road hitting us in the face, jumping unsecured in the back seat and I notice that drool boy has a sucker and I don't...... MMMMMMOOOOMMMMM.............
What?..... comes from the faceless mass of hair in the front seat..... Chips got a lollipop!
ERK........ goes the breaks..... we are grabbing through the air despritly for somtheing to grip to save our selfs from flying out one of the four open windows, to keep our little unseatbelted bodies from death.....
I don't remember being able to understand the string of words coming from the faceless mass of hair in the front seat... I think we had to grip something again as the car spun around in the direction back from where we were coming, the lolly had disappeared from his little hand....
When we came to a jerking halt at the store, I remember being told not to move (or I would die)...my little brother was escorted by a stomping mad as a wet hen, mama into the store.
Where his felony was reported and he was made to confess, under conditions I am sure would have been illegal in under the rules of the Geneva Convention.
They returned to the car, my little brother with huge crocodile tears running down his face and his usual kool aid colored drool stain on the front of his shirt. I felt bad... I didn't mean to get him in trouble, I just wanted a lollipop, too.... but now all I had was a pissed off mom and a blubbering brother and NO LOLLIPOP.... another day down the crapper and no candy....
yes, my brother was four when he hit the most wanted list... he was reformed back into society in the worst possible way.... he had his ass paddled the whole way.... and he has had to live with this story, basically his whole life.... So lets get our families public humiliation out in the open and let it live on.... for future generations to learn from....or laugh at.... as long as they learn....
I remember, well I really don't... the only thing I do know is we are in the death trap and we are tootling down the road, dust from the road hitting us in the face, jumping unsecured in the back seat and I notice that drool boy has a sucker and I don't...... MMMMMMOOOOMMMMM.............
What?..... comes from the faceless mass of hair in the front seat..... Chips got a lollipop!
ERK........ goes the breaks..... we are grabbing through the air despritly for somtheing to grip to save our selfs from flying out one of the four open windows, to keep our little unseatbelted bodies from death.....
I don't remember being able to understand the string of words coming from the faceless mass of hair in the front seat... I think we had to grip something again as the car spun around in the direction back from where we were coming, the lolly had disappeared from his little hand....
When we came to a jerking halt at the store, I remember being told not to move (or I would die)...my little brother was escorted by a stomping mad as a wet hen, mama into the store.
Where his felony was reported and he was made to confess, under conditions I am sure would have been illegal in under the rules of the Geneva Convention.
They returned to the car, my little brother with huge crocodile tears running down his face and his usual kool aid colored drool stain on the front of his shirt. I felt bad... I didn't mean to get him in trouble, I just wanted a lollipop, too.... but now all I had was a pissed off mom and a blubbering brother and NO LOLLIPOP.... another day down the crapper and no candy....
Friday, December 18, 2009
Angels among us....
Angels that walk among us do not always perform earth shattering feats, sometimes they are small and so personal that they can never be forgotten...
You will have to forgive me but for some reason this holiday season my Grandpa and Grandma Searles are heavy on my mind and heart.... I am not sure why... yet... I am sure its purpose will reveal itself when I least expect it.... in the mean time the memories keep coming in larger than life flashes that seem to need to be shared.
So back to these angels that were out in force on this particular day.... the Estate Auction for my Grandparents. I cried most of the day...trying in earnest to buy as many of my family treasures as my meager funds would allow, but unfortunately for me and my sister in law there were many antique mongers in the crowd with unlimited coffers. My father and brothers refused to attend (my father couldn't bare to see it all sold, by his heartless sibling). My success was very limited...
But at one point a man came up behind me and in my ear asked if I was family and asked me not to turn around.... I said yes, I was a granddaughter.... He explain he was going to slip something in my pocket and just to take it and not look at it till later. I said OK, (I was kind of freaking) but remained calm on the outside while he put the treasure in my pocket. Later my sister in law and I rushed off to our car to see what it was.... It was the book of record from my grandparents marriage ceremony, with their witnesses, place and the person who married them. This family treasure was just thrown in a box to be sold so shamelessly... I had a new disgust for my Aunt.
It also revealed that my grandparents all these years had added a year to their marriage date.... hmmmmmmm.....
Next, I was bidding on a lot that contained my grandmother's Christmas ornaments. Alas, I lost the bid, I just couldn't afford to go higher.... I was heart broken.... My sister in law and I strolled over to the lot for one last look at the ornaments... the woman who had out bid me, became gruff and stated that "these boxes were already sold to her".... I calmly explained that I knew that but they were my grandma's ornaments and I hadn't seen them since I was little and I just wanted one last look, I didn't intend on messing with them.... so we walked away and started gathering the lots we had been able to purchase (including my fathers own toys).... Next thing I know this same woman is approaching me with a box....she gave me my grandmothers ornaments... and wished me well....
These two Angels will never know what their kindness meant on that day and still means to me, especially this year for some reason....
Angels that walk among us do not always perform earth shattering feats, sometimes they are small and so personal that they can never be forgotten...
You will have to forgive me but for some reason this holiday season my Grandpa and Grandma Searles are heavy on my mind and heart.... I am not sure why... yet... I am sure its purpose will reveal itself when I least expect it.... in the mean time the memories keep coming in larger than life flashes that seem to need to be shared.
So back to these angels that were out in force on this particular day.... the Estate Auction for my Grandparents. I cried most of the day...trying in earnest to buy as many of my family treasures as my meager funds would allow, but unfortunately for me and my sister in law there were many antique mongers in the crowd with unlimited coffers. My father and brothers refused to attend (my father couldn't bare to see it all sold, by his heartless sibling). My success was very limited...
But at one point a man came up behind me and in my ear asked if I was family and asked me not to turn around.... I said yes, I was a granddaughter.... He explain he was going to slip something in my pocket and just to take it and not look at it till later. I said OK, (I was kind of freaking) but remained calm on the outside while he put the treasure in my pocket. Later my sister in law and I rushed off to our car to see what it was.... It was the book of record from my grandparents marriage ceremony, with their witnesses, place and the person who married them. This family treasure was just thrown in a box to be sold so shamelessly... I had a new disgust for my Aunt.
It also revealed that my grandparents all these years had added a year to their marriage date.... hmmmmmmm.....
Next, I was bidding on a lot that contained my grandmother's Christmas ornaments. Alas, I lost the bid, I just couldn't afford to go higher.... I was heart broken.... My sister in law and I strolled over to the lot for one last look at the ornaments... the woman who had out bid me, became gruff and stated that "these boxes were already sold to her".... I calmly explained that I knew that but they were my grandma's ornaments and I hadn't seen them since I was little and I just wanted one last look, I didn't intend on messing with them.... so we walked away and started gathering the lots we had been able to purchase (including my fathers own toys).... Next thing I know this same woman is approaching me with a box....she gave me my grandmothers ornaments... and wished me well....
These two Angels will never know what their kindness meant on that day and still means to me, especially this year for some reason....
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
My Birthday Wish to You, Silly Sam.....
19 year's ago today, is a day that will be hard to forget, for me its the real Mothers Day...
Samantha likes to think that she is the reason that life took a turn for the worse for me, that unmentionable baby weight that still hangs around certain parts of my anatomy and so on goes the list... But what she doesn't know is...
On that day I truly started a life with purpose... Really, until that day I had not decided what direction I was headed in.... Then in one moment, her first breath it all click into to place.
I remember looking at her the first time after everyone finally left us alone. Her tiny eyelashes, her perfect little feet, her cute heart shaped lips, tiny nose...and I couldn't believe she was real, this was my daughter, so perfect... Then she let out a howl, that freaked us both out... I guess she was chilly...
She was a good baby... a happy little soul that seemed just happy to be here. When she started to crawl, I could always find her by looking for the dog... Newton (our very large Doberman) was her keeper and she was always right behind him and if she made a move in the wrong direction he would whine. When she started to walk, she never strayed too far...but when she started to climb...no tree was safe and my heart was in a constant state of panic, my neck still hurts from searching the trees..
When I think about the adult she has become what comes to mind is a strong, independent women that is a champion for friends, family and the underdogs... She has low tolerance for bullies and mean people and doesn't hesitate to voice her opinion on any situation she views as unjust.
So, today, I want to thank her... for the direction I couldn't not see then... every stone on the path we walked together, every puddle we jumped... I look forward to seeing the directions you head on your own to make your own slice of life.
Happy Birthday, Samantha Renee........
My Birthday Wish to You, Silly Sam.....
19 year's ago today, is a day that will be hard to forget, for me its the real Mothers Day...
Samantha likes to think that she is the reason that life took a turn for the worse for me, that unmentionable baby weight that still hangs around certain parts of my anatomy and so on goes the list... But what she doesn't know is...
On that day I truly started a life with purpose... Really, until that day I had not decided what direction I was headed in.... Then in one moment, her first breath it all click into to place.
I remember looking at her the first time after everyone finally left us alone. Her tiny eyelashes, her perfect little feet, her cute heart shaped lips, tiny nose...and I couldn't believe she was real, this was my daughter, so perfect... Then she let out a howl, that freaked us both out... I guess she was chilly...
She was a good baby... a happy little soul that seemed just happy to be here. When she started to crawl, I could always find her by looking for the dog... Newton (our very large Doberman) was her keeper and she was always right behind him and if she made a move in the wrong direction he would whine. When she started to walk, she never strayed too far...but when she started to climb...no tree was safe and my heart was in a constant state of panic, my neck still hurts from searching the trees..
When I think about the adult she has become what comes to mind is a strong, independent women that is a champion for friends, family and the underdogs... She has low tolerance for bullies and mean people and doesn't hesitate to voice her opinion on any situation she views as unjust.
So, today, I want to thank her... for the direction I couldn't not see then... every stone on the path we walked together, every puddle we jumped... I look forward to seeing the directions you head on your own to make your own slice of life.
Happy Birthday, Samantha Renee........
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Holiday Memories.....
I think one of my favorite holiday memories is the year I got my Ballerina Barbie from my Grandpa and Grandma Searles. I had to be around 10 years old. It was my first and only Barbie.
I still have her and her cloths, safely tucked away and she is still just as special to me.
My grandparents were the perfect example of an old country couple. My gramps still used his outhouse. Their home the "Wallenback Inn" (a historical landmark) never had hot water or a bathtub. My grandma's kitchen cupboards were painted pink (her favorite color). My grandfather came up with the color by mixing paints that he had on hand including his tractor paint (Allis Chalmers - Orange). Monday's were wash day and Gram's still used her wringer washer and hung out her cloths to dry. Fridays were grocery day and they always splurged to have grape soda on hand for us grand kids. They always would have their big meal at noon and dinner was a sandwich. My grandmother never got her drivers licence and they did not have a phone until after my grandpa died in 1991, and my grandma never used it, not once.
Every evening was spent watching Jeopardy and the Wheel of fortune with their daily beer, except for Saturday night.... that was Hee Haw and Lawrence Welk (gag)(stupid bubbles). I did enjoy Hee Haw... Every time I got to visit, I played with my grandmothers button box, it was full of old beautiful buttons some of them had rhinestones and I thought they were treasure, I loved those buttons and at their estate auction, I searched and searched till I found the buttons, someone had removed them from the special box, but I still got my treasures... I think Gram got a kick out me loving something so simple as her buttons.
I was lucky my school bus passed by their house every morning and every morning we turned the corner on to their road, and my grandmother would be standing in the front door with the lace panel pulled aside to wave at us kids. I don't remember her missing a day, even when she felt poorly. I will still drive by now and the shock of her not being in the window, effects me.
They were good people, poor people....but they always had gifts for us at Christmas and never, ever opened their presents from us, in front of us it was always in private. They lived off of the land as best as they could and in their older age, my father and his older brother farmed the land and took care of the animals to make sure they had what they needed and could pay their taxes.
Ive always had such wonderful examples of goodness and not living beyond your means, taking care of your family as time and age changes your role... If I can live even a quarter of my life like my grandparents and my parents, I will feel like I did it right.
I think one of my favorite holiday memories is the year I got my Ballerina Barbie from my Grandpa and Grandma Searles. I had to be around 10 years old. It was my first and only Barbie.
I still have her and her cloths, safely tucked away and she is still just as special to me.
My grandparents were the perfect example of an old country couple. My gramps still used his outhouse. Their home the "Wallenback Inn" (a historical landmark) never had hot water or a bathtub. My grandma's kitchen cupboards were painted pink (her favorite color). My grandfather came up with the color by mixing paints that he had on hand including his tractor paint (Allis Chalmers - Orange). Monday's were wash day and Gram's still used her wringer washer and hung out her cloths to dry. Fridays were grocery day and they always splurged to have grape soda on hand for us grand kids. They always would have their big meal at noon and dinner was a sandwich. My grandmother never got her drivers licence and they did not have a phone until after my grandpa died in 1991, and my grandma never used it, not once.
Every evening was spent watching Jeopardy and the Wheel of fortune with their daily beer, except for Saturday night.... that was Hee Haw and Lawrence Welk (gag)(stupid bubbles). I did enjoy Hee Haw... Every time I got to visit, I played with my grandmothers button box, it was full of old beautiful buttons some of them had rhinestones and I thought they were treasure, I loved those buttons and at their estate auction, I searched and searched till I found the buttons, someone had removed them from the special box, but I still got my treasures... I think Gram got a kick out me loving something so simple as her buttons.
I was lucky my school bus passed by their house every morning and every morning we turned the corner on to their road, and my grandmother would be standing in the front door with the lace panel pulled aside to wave at us kids. I don't remember her missing a day, even when she felt poorly. I will still drive by now and the shock of her not being in the window, effects me.
They were good people, poor people....but they always had gifts for us at Christmas and never, ever opened their presents from us, in front of us it was always in private. They lived off of the land as best as they could and in their older age, my father and his older brother farmed the land and took care of the animals to make sure they had what they needed and could pay their taxes.
Ive always had such wonderful examples of goodness and not living beyond your means, taking care of your family as time and age changes your role... If I can live even a quarter of my life like my grandparents and my parents, I will feel like I did it right.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Teetering on my Soapbox.....
I had a situation at work happen that I just have to share... As I am in administration a lot of budgetary issues fall on my shoulders... One is what publications we subscribe to keep employees informed and educated on issues that effect their jobs. Well like everywhere that budget has been reduced so I have to be selective...
I receive a call from a gentlemen with a very heavy foreign accent wanting to know why I have not renewed this particular publication... So this is how it went.....
PIA Salesman: This is Peter from BLANK, BLANK....
Willow: What can I do for you today?
PIA Salesman: I am calling to see why you have not renewed your BLANK BLANK...
Willow: Well, I have not decided if I want to renew your publication, my budget is limited.
PIA Salesman: So this is a budget issue... What can you afford?
Willow: I can afford, fifty bucks, can you give it to me for fifty bucks....
PIA Salesman: NO, I am sorry, we could not possibly give it to you for that, would you....
Willow: (I cut him off here) That is what I can afford, I don't have time to dicker with you today, have a nice day... (and I hang up)
My intercom rings, it is the receptionist, she is laughing.... "Did you intentionally hang up on Peter? because he is back on line 3, do you want me to get rid of him?
Willow: NOPE.....
PICKS up line 3.......
Willow: Peter, let me ask you a question... What country are you calling me from?????
PIA Salesman: I am calling from India.....
Willow: Well, Peter let me tell you something, if you were calling from some where inside America and an American was doing your job I could afford to buy your publication.... But since you are calling me from India and you are doing an Americans job, I cant afford your publication, Good Day, click...............
So, this message is for Corporate America...... You want me to spend my hard earned money, I will, but you have to quit giving American jobs to the people of India and Mexico....Cut your big ass bonuses and give them to the employees who earned you those big ass bonuses, NO ONE can tell me you earned them all on your own... It was the little people, pushing the buttons, putting the parts together, moving the merchandise, spending their time at WORK, not on the GOLF course, that earned the big ass bonuses..... Stick that in your corporate pipe and smoke it.......
The name of this company is : The Coding Institute, P.O. Box 933729, Atlanta, GA 31193-3729
email: service@medville.com
I will be forwarding this message on to the big guys at this publication.... Enough is Enough... You want America back... well then fight for it... the CEO's in this country only respond to one thing a PISSED OFF BOARD OF DIRECTORS, that see their stocks falling.... I've got my ax ready... who's next on the chopping block....
I had a situation at work happen that I just have to share... As I am in administration a lot of budgetary issues fall on my shoulders... One is what publications we subscribe to keep employees informed and educated on issues that effect their jobs. Well like everywhere that budget has been reduced so I have to be selective...
I receive a call from a gentlemen with a very heavy foreign accent wanting to know why I have not renewed this particular publication... So this is how it went.....
PIA Salesman: This is Peter from BLANK, BLANK....
Willow: What can I do for you today?
PIA Salesman: I am calling to see why you have not renewed your BLANK BLANK...
Willow: Well, I have not decided if I want to renew your publication, my budget is limited.
PIA Salesman: So this is a budget issue... What can you afford?
Willow: I can afford, fifty bucks, can you give it to me for fifty bucks....
PIA Salesman: NO, I am sorry, we could not possibly give it to you for that, would you....
Willow: (I cut him off here) That is what I can afford, I don't have time to dicker with you today, have a nice day... (and I hang up)
My intercom rings, it is the receptionist, she is laughing.... "Did you intentionally hang up on Peter? because he is back on line 3, do you want me to get rid of him?
Willow: NOPE.....
PICKS up line 3.......
Willow: Peter, let me ask you a question... What country are you calling me from?????
PIA Salesman: I am calling from India.....
Willow: Well, Peter let me tell you something, if you were calling from some where inside America and an American was doing your job I could afford to buy your publication.... But since you are calling me from India and you are doing an Americans job, I cant afford your publication, Good Day, click...............
So, this message is for Corporate America...... You want me to spend my hard earned money, I will, but you have to quit giving American jobs to the people of India and Mexico....Cut your big ass bonuses and give them to the employees who earned you those big ass bonuses, NO ONE can tell me you earned them all on your own... It was the little people, pushing the buttons, putting the parts together, moving the merchandise, spending their time at WORK, not on the GOLF course, that earned the big ass bonuses..... Stick that in your corporate pipe and smoke it.......
The name of this company is : The Coding Institute, P.O. Box 933729, Atlanta, GA 31193-3729
email: service@medville.com
I will be forwarding this message on to the big guys at this publication.... Enough is Enough... You want America back... well then fight for it... the CEO's in this country only respond to one thing a PISSED OFF BOARD OF DIRECTORS, that see their stocks falling.... I've got my ax ready... who's next on the chopping block....
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Hello from the dog house....
Yep..... I did it again....
Went to visit Sweet pea, last night, she started kindergarten yesterday. I watched the video and heard the panic in my sister-in-laws voice as Sweet pea, hopped on the bus and never looked back.
I took her a CD with her favorite songs because I love to hear her sing, its soooo cute and the playing of the songs over and over will drive her parents NUTS! hehehehehe.....(my turn)
So I asked her did you like school and she started jumping up and down saying " yes, I loved it and I am going to go back tomorrow and the next day and the next day..." Then came...
WW - Was your teacher nice?
SP - Yes, she is very nice...
WW - I heard she was an old meanie...
SP - SHE IS NOT OLD....
WW - I heard she has a big ole mustache... (by now the look on SP face could kill)
SP- (arms crossed, eyebrows together) SHE DOES NOT HAVE A MUSTACHE !!!!! then came her famous line...... ZIP IT LIPPY!.....
I was cooked like toast, she wouldn't look at me without those eyebrows together and a puss on her face... so I got my hugs and kisses and headed home to the dog house but not until I got my brother upset....
He has a boxer named, King and he is smart as a whip (the dog, not my brother, just kidding) So my brother was showing me all his latest tricks... So King is laying there and gives me this look... I told him your such a smart dog and who is the big dumbie, like on cue he turns and looks right at my brother.... My sister-in-law and I lost it, and my brother called King a traitor....I told him he was a good boy....
Yep..... I did it again....
Went to visit Sweet pea, last night, she started kindergarten yesterday. I watched the video and heard the panic in my sister-in-laws voice as Sweet pea, hopped on the bus and never looked back.
I took her a CD with her favorite songs because I love to hear her sing, its soooo cute and the playing of the songs over and over will drive her parents NUTS! hehehehehe.....(my turn)
So I asked her did you like school and she started jumping up and down saying " yes, I loved it and I am going to go back tomorrow and the next day and the next day..." Then came...
WW - Was your teacher nice?
SP - Yes, she is very nice...
WW - I heard she was an old meanie...
SP - SHE IS NOT OLD....
WW - I heard she has a big ole mustache... (by now the look on SP face could kill)
SP- (arms crossed, eyebrows together) SHE DOES NOT HAVE A MUSTACHE !!!!! then came her famous line...... ZIP IT LIPPY!.....
I was cooked like toast, she wouldn't look at me without those eyebrows together and a puss on her face... so I got my hugs and kisses and headed home to the dog house but not until I got my brother upset....
He has a boxer named, King and he is smart as a whip (the dog, not my brother, just kidding) So my brother was showing me all his latest tricks... So King is laying there and gives me this look... I told him your such a smart dog and who is the big dumbie, like on cue he turns and looks right at my brother.... My sister-in-law and I lost it, and my brother called King a traitor....I told him he was a good boy....
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Horsefly Hell....
Yes, two separate but equally funny incidents in the last few days have had me warily watching the sky's for these evil blood biting carnivores with wings.
Last Saturday evening, my brothers with their families and my crew and me, headed to Seneca Lake to scout out a place on the lake we have been told we can use to camp on the water for when ever we want. So after we found the wagon trail to the lake (after brother #1 made us turn around, frankly, I lost count how many times) we made a decent, yes decent.... We get to the pull off, I see Sister-in-Law #2 , fly out of their SUV, arms swinging over her head, swatting at whatever is attacking her, SCREAMING " WHAT IS THIS (Censored) JURASSIC PARK?"
"There are (censored) horseflies the size of BATS!"..... couldn't help it, we just all laughed till we were crying at her.... her husband included (bad bad brother, so insensitive)....I think he was laughing the hardest....
Did I mention this camp is on a cliff... Ya, a cliff, stairs to a 5 foot beach, nice dock.... So, smarty pants, Nate... My mom is on 24 hour oxygen and I know she would never be able to make the walk down to the camp so, Nate, pipes up and says" We could put Gram's on a zip line down the hill, when she hits the cliff and goes in the water, she already has her little scuba tank".....He is such a brat and my mom thought it was hysterical... My family is totally demented....
So for the next horsefly incident: Last night I head to Paige's, I have not seen her in a few days and frankly was going through withdrawals.... So she said come over we'll go in the pool and cool off.... Great.... So we are floating around on our noodles.... Next thing I know she is flying out of the water, swinging one of those noodles like a NINJA NOODLE WARRIOR at this kamikaze horsefly... I almost fell off my noodle in awe of the spectacle.... So the Noodle Ninja was born, I have never seen a woman more equipped to Mame, injure and kill with a noodle, I bow my head in honor of knowing such a person with this amazing talent (and frankly after watching her wield her weapon, I'm glad she is on my side) There were a few more attacks, but I felt confident in my friend the Noodle Ninja....
Yes, two separate but equally funny incidents in the last few days have had me warily watching the sky's for these evil blood biting carnivores with wings.
Last Saturday evening, my brothers with their families and my crew and me, headed to Seneca Lake to scout out a place on the lake we have been told we can use to camp on the water for when ever we want. So after we found the wagon trail to the lake (after brother #1 made us turn around, frankly, I lost count how many times) we made a decent, yes decent.... We get to the pull off, I see Sister-in-Law #2 , fly out of their SUV, arms swinging over her head, swatting at whatever is attacking her, SCREAMING " WHAT IS THIS (Censored) JURASSIC PARK?"
"There are (censored) horseflies the size of BATS!"..... couldn't help it, we just all laughed till we were crying at her.... her husband included (bad bad brother, so insensitive)....I think he was laughing the hardest....
Did I mention this camp is on a cliff... Ya, a cliff, stairs to a 5 foot beach, nice dock.... So, smarty pants, Nate... My mom is on 24 hour oxygen and I know she would never be able to make the walk down to the camp so, Nate, pipes up and says" We could put Gram's on a zip line down the hill, when she hits the cliff and goes in the water, she already has her little scuba tank".....He is such a brat and my mom thought it was hysterical... My family is totally demented....
So for the next horsefly incident: Last night I head to Paige's, I have not seen her in a few days and frankly was going through withdrawals.... So she said come over we'll go in the pool and cool off.... Great.... So we are floating around on our noodles.... Next thing I know she is flying out of the water, swinging one of those noodles like a NINJA NOODLE WARRIOR at this kamikaze horsefly... I almost fell off my noodle in awe of the spectacle.... So the Noodle Ninja was born, I have never seen a woman more equipped to Mame, injure and kill with a noodle, I bow my head in honor of knowing such a person with this amazing talent (and frankly after watching her wield her weapon, I'm glad she is on my side) There were a few more attacks, but I felt confident in my friend the Noodle Ninja....
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
I'm in trouble....
I am already a blubbering mess of mama.... I woke up crying... I don't think I can drop her off and drive away....
I want it to be the first day of kindergarten again, not college...
God help me...
Please send Kleenex....
I'd rather die than school shop.....
So this weekend flew by........
Whirlwind of final items to send your child off to college:
1) Rubber boots, but they had to be "cute" rubber boots, after 100 miles we have cute.... and I need new tires.....
2) Just the right bag to carry our new laptop.... that only took 4 stores... and yes, my hand was stuffed in my mouth, to keepeth me quiet..... and I did keep biting myself, just cant keep my trap shut...
3) Push up bras - huh....... I couldn't.... so her Aunt stepped in... and took her for the perfect Male Ogling apparatus....... Reminder: when aunties daughters are of age..... auntie witch will be MORE than happy to help out......
4) A few things that weren't on the list, a pair of the UGLIEST sneakers I have ever seen in my whole life, looks like someone was eating sherbet and threw-up on her feet..... At least I will be able to spot her on campus from 3 miles away....
Then came Nate's school shopping..... Which started out with them fighting over who was going to ride up front.... I almost drove off without them.... When does this stop?????? Who is Nate going to fight with after Wednesday? I will have to get him a blow up doll or something....
For Nate, it was all about if the shirt was tight enough to show off his manly muscles.... Ya, I know but the kid has gotta have dreams.... the jean's couldn't flair out only so many inches from the sides of his shoes.... Boxers have to look good hanging out the back of his jeans, so not just any boxers will do.... Hey, I liked the ones with the rubber ducks on them...Geeze...
So, in one shoe store I headed off by myself (for sanity, self control, so both of them would survive the remainder of the outing) to look at these yummy leather boots.... So I find my size and Nate comes around the corner and says: Mom, on normal people those boots should come up to their calves, on you they go to your knees, YOU LOOK LIKE A PIRATE.....
Moments like that: I am sorry he came out..... so the boots went back on the shelf..... Evil spawn....
I hate school shopping....
I'm in trouble....
I am already a blubbering mess of mama.... I woke up crying... I don't think I can drop her off and drive away....
I want it to be the first day of kindergarten again, not college...
God help me...
Please send Kleenex....
I'd rather die than school shop.....
So this weekend flew by........
Whirlwind of final items to send your child off to college:
1) Rubber boots, but they had to be "cute" rubber boots, after 100 miles we have cute.... and I need new tires.....
2) Just the right bag to carry our new laptop.... that only took 4 stores... and yes, my hand was stuffed in my mouth, to keepeth me quiet..... and I did keep biting myself, just cant keep my trap shut...
3) Push up bras - huh....... I couldn't.... so her Aunt stepped in... and took her for the perfect Male Ogling apparatus....... Reminder: when aunties daughters are of age..... auntie witch will be MORE than happy to help out......
4) A few things that weren't on the list, a pair of the UGLIEST sneakers I have ever seen in my whole life, looks like someone was eating sherbet and threw-up on her feet..... At least I will be able to spot her on campus from 3 miles away....
Then came Nate's school shopping..... Which started out with them fighting over who was going to ride up front.... I almost drove off without them.... When does this stop?????? Who is Nate going to fight with after Wednesday? I will have to get him a blow up doll or something....
For Nate, it was all about if the shirt was tight enough to show off his manly muscles.... Ya, I know but the kid has gotta have dreams.... the jean's couldn't flair out only so many inches from the sides of his shoes.... Boxers have to look good hanging out the back of his jeans, so not just any boxers will do.... Hey, I liked the ones with the rubber ducks on them...Geeze...
So, in one shoe store I headed off by myself (for sanity, self control, so both of them would survive the remainder of the outing) to look at these yummy leather boots.... So I find my size and Nate comes around the corner and says: Mom, on normal people those boots should come up to their calves, on you they go to your knees, YOU LOOK LIKE A PIRATE.....
Moments like that: I am sorry he came out..... so the boots went back on the shelf..... Evil spawn....
I hate school shopping....
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Just a Quickie...
Life is moving at 150 mph... So I am going to slam on the breaks...just for a minute...
Well, first let me say wading through the jungle of college finance is crazy,scary and down right confusing... I am not normally a person easily confused, but its like a ping-pong game and I was having a hard time keeping up. But I think we are done for this year... (I hope)
The Finger Lakes Wine Festival, was a BLAST.... You think wine and you think preppy, well to do... right... Well add me and my partner in crime (yep, you know who I am talking about by now) and you have F.U.N with a capital "F", we started with a Sangria Slushy and the rest of the day.... well I remember the beginning, middle and most of the end..... yes, I said most of it....
My BFF at one point was trying to get me a deal on a chair, by going on about my single status and my sorry ass luck, really playing it up... So the guy says, well.....I could let it go for this price and I jumped in and said (to my BFF), "hey, if you are going to spill all the beans on me, save it for getting me a date and NOT a chair!" we laughed and started to walk away and the guy yells "Hey, come here" so I go back and he says "What are you doing, later?" I just gave him a good look at my baby blues, smiled and walked away, sipping on my slushy (thinking, damn it worked!)
My favorite (I think) there were many was Three Brothers Winery, and their Rogue's Hollow http://3brotherswinery.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=6&Itemid=13
my favorite wines were, 69 Ways To Have Fun and Ride 'er All Night. Check out the website and you'll see what I mean....
Well, that's enough for now... Back to that life and summer that's moving.....
Life is moving at 150 mph... So I am going to slam on the breaks...just for a minute...
Well, first let me say wading through the jungle of college finance is crazy,scary and down right confusing... I am not normally a person easily confused, but its like a ping-pong game and I was having a hard time keeping up. But I think we are done for this year... (I hope)
The Finger Lakes Wine Festival, was a BLAST.... You think wine and you think preppy, well to do... right... Well add me and my partner in crime (yep, you know who I am talking about by now) and you have F.U.N with a capital "F", we started with a Sangria Slushy and the rest of the day.... well I remember the beginning, middle and most of the end..... yes, I said most of it....
My BFF at one point was trying to get me a deal on a chair, by going on about my single status and my sorry ass luck, really playing it up... So the guy says, well.....I could let it go for this price and I jumped in and said (to my BFF), "hey, if you are going to spill all the beans on me, save it for getting me a date and NOT a chair!" we laughed and started to walk away and the guy yells "Hey, come here" so I go back and he says "What are you doing, later?" I just gave him a good look at my baby blues, smiled and walked away, sipping on my slushy (thinking, damn it worked!)
My favorite (I think) there were many was Three Brothers Winery, and their Rogue's Hollow http://3brotherswinery.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=6&Itemid=13
my favorite wines were, 69 Ways To Have Fun and Ride 'er All Night. Check out the website and you'll see what I mean....
Well, that's enough for now... Back to that life and summer that's moving.....
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Ever just want to act 12, again?
Well, last week while hanging with my best bud, Paige (she truly is a horrible influence, really its all her, honest!). They have been in the process of building a new garage, before the venture began I really wanted badly to pull a prank, see her husband is a criminal investigator for our local law enforcement (I am very proud that he is one of my friends, too... he's nice... unlike his crazy best friend wife) and before the builders got there to begin, I wanted to put a chalk outline of a body where the garage was going to go, just to get the builders wondering what kind of crazy backwoods woodchucks lived here....
Alas it didn't happen, then..... But the garage is up and the concrete pad has not been poured, yet.... So while hubby was away last week (not so smart to leave us girls to our own devices, but he has serious criminals to worry about, see....) Um, one of us, yes one of us.... OK it was me.... says "hey, lets go to the dollar store and get some white spray paint"...
So we get in the car, buy paint, harass the poor sales girl, who says "you two must be sisters", we just smile and say "NOPE" (I'm thinking she is just evil and I am an angel) (p.s. she is going to read this and soundly kick my butt....). We get back to the house and the kids are like "what are you guys up to?", like all parents should, then Paige tells them to "beat it" (just like an unruly teenager). See the role reversal here....
She pulls out the truck and leaves on the head lights (because of course by now its dark). I tell her to lay down, "No, put your arms and legs at an angle, like your dead, dummy... " so she does.... I start painting around her, she starts moving because it tickles, "hold still your supposed to be DEAD". We are doing OK, till I get near her face, and she mumbles something about "hurrying up because she cant breath", go figure, like she hasn't sniffed paint fumes before.....
So, the deed is done, we paint over it a couple of times to make sure its there... She turns off the truck headlights and her son exclaims "look its glowing", it was kinda freaky in a dead body chalk outline kinda way.....
And yes, her husband thought it was funny, some how I think the concrete pouring schedule may get moved up....
Now, what's next????? hmmmm.... Oh ya, I guess we should ask Paige, she is the troublemaker, the leader in our escapades, What should we call this ring leader of immaturity????? Oh, ya how about my BEST FRIEND.....
Ya, know that saying.... "A good friend will visit you in jail, a best friend will be sitting right there next to you" well don't worry Paige, I'll be right there next to you, but I wouldn't count on the hubby posting our bail....
Posted by Willow Witch at 6:35
Ever just want to act 12, again?
Well, last week while hanging with my best bud, Paige (she truly is a horrible influence, really its all her, honest!). They have been in the process of building a new garage, before the venture began I really wanted badly to pull a prank, see her husband is a criminal investigator for our local law enforcement (I am very proud that he is one of my friends, too... he's nice... unlike his crazy best friend wife) and before the builders got there to begin, I wanted to put a chalk outline of a body where the garage was going to go, just to get the builders wondering what kind of crazy backwoods woodchucks lived here....
Alas it didn't happen, then..... But the garage is up and the concrete pad has not been poured, yet.... So while hubby was away last week (not so smart to leave us girls to our own devices, but he has serious criminals to worry about, see....) Um, one of us, yes one of us.... OK it was me.... says "hey, lets go to the dollar store and get some white spray paint"...
So we get in the car, buy paint, harass the poor sales girl, who says "you two must be sisters", we just smile and say "NOPE" (I'm thinking she is just evil and I am an angel) (p.s. she is going to read this and soundly kick my butt....). We get back to the house and the kids are like "what are you guys up to?", like all parents should, then Paige tells them to "beat it" (just like an unruly teenager). See the role reversal here....
She pulls out the truck and leaves on the head lights (because of course by now its dark). I tell her to lay down, "No, put your arms and legs at an angle, like your dead, dummy... " so she does.... I start painting around her, she starts moving because it tickles, "hold still your supposed to be DEAD". We are doing OK, till I get near her face, and she mumbles something about "hurrying up because she cant breath", go figure, like she hasn't sniffed paint fumes before.....
So, the deed is done, we paint over it a couple of times to make sure its there... She turns off the truck headlights and her son exclaims "look its glowing", it was kinda freaky in a dead body chalk outline kinda way.....
And yes, her husband thought it was funny, some how I think the concrete pouring schedule may get moved up....
Now, what's next????? hmmmm.... Oh ya, I guess we should ask Paige, she is the troublemaker, the leader in our escapades, What should we call this ring leader of immaturity????? Oh, ya how about my BEST FRIEND.....
Ya, know that saying.... "A good friend will visit you in jail, a best friend will be sitting right there next to you" well don't worry Paige, I'll be right there next to you, but I wouldn't count on the hubby posting our bail....
Posted by Willow Witch at 6:35
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