Okay, I blogged about bringing home mom's sewing machine. The machine works and going through the drawers was a trip down memory lane-all good. But the best find, in the bottom drawer while looking through everything, I found an odd item. Under a bunch of sewing supplies I found a pair of pale yellow bobby socks. Mom always wore bobby socks and the fact that these were oddly found in the sewing machine drawer, they are mom's, they are yellow-mom's favorite color. Well I can't help but think mom put these socks there for someone, me perhaps, to find. Why they are in there or got there is anyone's guess. The fact that they are pale yellow, her all time favorite color right away told me mom was there and she put there there for a reason. I'm not sure if it was a reminder or one of her shenanigans but regardless they make me smile : )
So now what will I do with those socks, I'm not sure but they are truly a sign that her spirit lives on!
Thanks mom!
Thursday, July 31, 2014
Day all to myself
I will admit that being home alone, a day, all to myself, has always been a highlight-even as a kid when I could stay home alone. And I loved staying home with my kids when they were small or home from school sick and summer vacation. But the prospect of having an entire day to do absolutely what I want, when I want is a treat. I don't have to be any where or meet a schedule are truly a treat.
A day all to myself is a treat! And my prospective agenda can include any of the following:
-eat cereal for lunch and/or supper (or popcorn)
-watch movies or recorded things on the DVR
-READ!!! Always a treat. And not have to stop until I want to.
-start a project and finish it without having to run here or there or stop to make a meal and clean up from it!
-clean out, toss, re-arrange, paint, rip out carpet or some house project that I want with no vetoing or comments like "I like the color, why are you changing it?" or the like.
-I can type a blog without interruption, except for a pesky kitten who thinks he needs to play-constantly!!
-nap if I want or need to
In short anything I want. Okay I will admit having too much unscheduled time on my hands is not good, I get bored or off track. I need schedules and a goal to reach. But I guess the biggest treat of this day is the entire day is all mine to use as I want.
So getting the things I needed to get done off my list early leaves me the rest of the day to play and relax and enjoy. And this time I hope a pesky tree fire won't change and ruin plans, but oh well, at least things aren't dull!
Positive thought of the day: Enjoy the quiet, down times. Life is busy and I know having too much time alone is not good. But having time to yourself to do what YOU want is so nice.
A day all to myself is a treat! And my prospective agenda can include any of the following:
-eat cereal for lunch and/or supper (or popcorn)
-watch movies or recorded things on the DVR
-READ!!! Always a treat. And not have to stop until I want to.
-start a project and finish it without having to run here or there or stop to make a meal and clean up from it!
-clean out, toss, re-arrange, paint, rip out carpet or some house project that I want with no vetoing or comments like "I like the color, why are you changing it?" or the like.
-I can type a blog without interruption, except for a pesky kitten who thinks he needs to play-constantly!!
-nap if I want or need to
In short anything I want. Okay I will admit having too much unscheduled time on my hands is not good, I get bored or off track. I need schedules and a goal to reach. But I guess the biggest treat of this day is the entire day is all mine to use as I want.
So getting the things I needed to get done off my list early leaves me the rest of the day to play and relax and enjoy. And this time I hope a pesky tree fire won't change and ruin plans, but oh well, at least things aren't dull!
Positive thought of the day: Enjoy the quiet, down times. Life is busy and I know having too much time alone is not good. But having time to yourself to do what YOU want is so nice.
Monday, July 28, 2014
Best friends
My mom had a best friend, a friendship that lasted over 47 years. By today's standards that is a long time and an accomplishment. And even though mom is no longer here, Mrs. K, as we've always called her, is still my mom's best friend. Mrs. K is as close as I feel I can get to mom still here on earth.
These two met in a very traditional way, their daughters were in the same grade and a slumber party invite was the first meeting. Being a typical parent and newly widowed Mrs. K wanted to see and find out where she was sending her handicapped daughter for an over night stay. From this a friendship was born. Not the friendship of my sister and Mrs. K's daughter, but that of mom and Mrs. K.
The pair came from two different worlds. Mom grew up, married and lived in the same area her whole life. Mrs. K has made it through tragedy-a war and loosing her parents, sister and home, then moving to a new country with her husband who was a doctor. But the death of her husband found Mrs. K alone in this new country with six young children to raise. It takes a tough person to endure and live through all of this much less continue and raise her kids alone.
But these two became fast and true friends for many, many years. Through raising kids, family crisis, life changes, health issues and just life in general they were two peas in a pod coming from completely different worlds.
Each time I go back home I stop to see Mrs. K. She and I always had a fun, joking relationship. And visiting and seeing her makes me feel close to mom. I know the pair shared a great deal over the years, things that neither shared with anyone else. Is that not what best friends are for? They would talk weekly, several times, maybe even daily. The meals at each others homes were always a special occasion. It meant great food by each cook but always fun-I learned a great deal about table manners from these meals. We'd sit at the dining room table, use the good china and there would be wine and plain and simple delicious food at both homes. Both women were/are fantastic cooks. I always looked forward to these meals-lots of great memories.
Mrs. K's German accent was always a source of amusement for us. Her pronunciation of the English language often caused a communication barrier and humor but that didn't stop the friendship. I still love to hear her accent! She asked me once if I like something I could not understand what she was trying to say, and after a bit of a struggle on her part to pronounce the work and me to understand, I just said yes wondering what this would lead to....until she came out of the house with a container of yogurt! What she was saying sounded nothing like the word yogurt! This woman would give you the shirt off her back if you needed it, she is generous to a fault!
The bond these two woman bring so many memories for me. Like Mrs. K being the church organist and every time mom and dad were at church and went to communion she would play the song "Oh Lord I am not worthy" a song from their wedding and a favorite for them. Mrs. K would always bring gifts, thoughtful items for mom or for any of us-no occasion needed. These ranged from a candy bar to a keepsake German bracelet for me. She always put a lot of thought and love into her gifts.
So stopping last week for a brief hour brings back great memories for me and comfort. Mrs. K still has her spunk but she misses my mom deeply and talks about memories and shenanigans the two took part in! I love to hear her talk about mom. Both had great senses of humor and work ethics that make me proud to know these two women. Mrs. K is one of the few reasons why I go back home-she is part of my roots that draws me back. I can feel mom in the room with us.
My sister and Mrs. K's daughter's friendship has went by the wayside but mom and Mrs. K are what friendship is all about, lasting through good times and bad. I don't recall these two ever fighting or disagreeing. Both depended on the other for a variety of reasons. It was an honor to witness and be a part of. It makes my heartache to know that the visits between these two are when Mrs. K now gets a ride to the cemetery and visits mom's grave. She makes sure the grave always looks nice and has something on it to show that mom and dad are remembered and loved, and it is usually yellow. For her care I so appreciate her.
Friends come and go in our lives but the true friends are there whether you talk to them everyday or it is years and you meet up and pick up right where you left off the last time you saw each other-that's friendship. Having such a friendship is a blessing that not everyone is blessed with. And witnessing these two women living their different lives and yet their friendship held strong-what a great example. Oh to be so blessed!
Friends come and go in your life but the ones who come into your life and stay are truly gifts from God, a blessing.
Positive thought of the day: Appreciate the people who are friends in you life. They are here for a reason and the ones who stick around or come back and are still tried and true friends are there for a reason and a gift from God. Call these people and talk or do something, keep them close! They are blessings in your life.
*To my best friend, who I've known for 30+ years thank you. We may not see each other or talk very often we can still pick up exactly where we left off the last time we saw each other and make an hour seem like five minutes! And it amazes me every time! Love ya' Shelly.
These two met in a very traditional way, their daughters were in the same grade and a slumber party invite was the first meeting. Being a typical parent and newly widowed Mrs. K wanted to see and find out where she was sending her handicapped daughter for an over night stay. From this a friendship was born. Not the friendship of my sister and Mrs. K's daughter, but that of mom and Mrs. K.
The pair came from two different worlds. Mom grew up, married and lived in the same area her whole life. Mrs. K has made it through tragedy-a war and loosing her parents, sister and home, then moving to a new country with her husband who was a doctor. But the death of her husband found Mrs. K alone in this new country with six young children to raise. It takes a tough person to endure and live through all of this much less continue and raise her kids alone.
But these two became fast and true friends for many, many years. Through raising kids, family crisis, life changes, health issues and just life in general they were two peas in a pod coming from completely different worlds.
Each time I go back home I stop to see Mrs. K. She and I always had a fun, joking relationship. And visiting and seeing her makes me feel close to mom. I know the pair shared a great deal over the years, things that neither shared with anyone else. Is that not what best friends are for? They would talk weekly, several times, maybe even daily. The meals at each others homes were always a special occasion. It meant great food by each cook but always fun-I learned a great deal about table manners from these meals. We'd sit at the dining room table, use the good china and there would be wine and plain and simple delicious food at both homes. Both women were/are fantastic cooks. I always looked forward to these meals-lots of great memories.
Mrs. K's German accent was always a source of amusement for us. Her pronunciation of the English language often caused a communication barrier and humor but that didn't stop the friendship. I still love to hear her accent! She asked me once if I like something I could not understand what she was trying to say, and after a bit of a struggle on her part to pronounce the work and me to understand, I just said yes wondering what this would lead to....until she came out of the house with a container of yogurt! What she was saying sounded nothing like the word yogurt! This woman would give you the shirt off her back if you needed it, she is generous to a fault!
The bond these two woman bring so many memories for me. Like Mrs. K being the church organist and every time mom and dad were at church and went to communion she would play the song "Oh Lord I am not worthy" a song from their wedding and a favorite for them. Mrs. K would always bring gifts, thoughtful items for mom or for any of us-no occasion needed. These ranged from a candy bar to a keepsake German bracelet for me. She always put a lot of thought and love into her gifts.
So stopping last week for a brief hour brings back great memories for me and comfort. Mrs. K still has her spunk but she misses my mom deeply and talks about memories and shenanigans the two took part in! I love to hear her talk about mom. Both had great senses of humor and work ethics that make me proud to know these two women. Mrs. K is one of the few reasons why I go back home-she is part of my roots that draws me back. I can feel mom in the room with us.
My sister and Mrs. K's daughter's friendship has went by the wayside but mom and Mrs. K are what friendship is all about, lasting through good times and bad. I don't recall these two ever fighting or disagreeing. Both depended on the other for a variety of reasons. It was an honor to witness and be a part of. It makes my heartache to know that the visits between these two are when Mrs. K now gets a ride to the cemetery and visits mom's grave. She makes sure the grave always looks nice and has something on it to show that mom and dad are remembered and loved, and it is usually yellow. For her care I so appreciate her.
Friends come and go in our lives but the true friends are there whether you talk to them everyday or it is years and you meet up and pick up right where you left off the last time you saw each other-that's friendship. Having such a friendship is a blessing that not everyone is blessed with. And witnessing these two women living their different lives and yet their friendship held strong-what a great example. Oh to be so blessed!
Friends come and go in your life but the ones who come into your life and stay are truly gifts from God, a blessing.
Positive thought of the day: Appreciate the people who are friends in you life. They are here for a reason and the ones who stick around or come back and are still tried and true friends are there for a reason and a gift from God. Call these people and talk or do something, keep them close! They are blessings in your life.
*To my best friend, who I've known for 30+ years thank you. We may not see each other or talk very often we can still pick up exactly where we left off the last time we saw each other and make an hour seem like five minutes! And it amazes me every time! Love ya' Shelly.
Saturday, July 26, 2014
Going home
Home-what does it mean? Is it a dwelling where you live, eat, sleep, etc. or is it a safe haven from the world. It is a large building or a small little cottage? A tent or a cabin by a lake? A modern apartment or condo? Or a room in a dorm or a nursing home. Regardless, everyone has their own idea and definition of "home".
Going home for me has always been going back to my home town. Back to where I was born and raised. My earliest memories are from that town, the school, church and farm and house where I grew up.
And even with the farm and house in town no longer part of my life in any way, driving past, looking and seeing the changes that have been made I still go back to fond memories from both places. Yes, it is sad that I can no longer pull in the driveway and stroll right into the house. I miss that. I miss the familiar faces, voices and hugs I would get, the smells. Those days are gone.
But what has become even tougher for me now is that there is no one there to go see, that mainly being mom and dad. There are a handful of friends and a few relatives I can stop and see, who are always welcoming. But the familiar comfort of my mom and dad are gone. I stop by the cemetery to visit their grave. Grateful for the time I had with them, happy I was so lucky, sad because I miss them so much and wish I could stop by more than a couple times a year. I know how much visiting the cemetery and putting flowers on the grave was to my parents.
But I am blessed. Even though my trips back home are few and short lived I still find comfort along with the sadness in going back. In seeing familiar faces and places. To see the changes and how life continues. As I make those trips back I am reminded of lots of happy memories, life growing up and all the fun I had. I have mixed emotions going back and leaving but I know that part of my life is over and mom and dad are at peace and together.
So I guess for me going home is where ever and when ever I am with my family. Be it an apartment for family Easter, or meeting for a meal together or someplace new for an upcoming holiday, as long as some or all of us are together and making memories, that is home.
Going home for me has always been going back to my home town. Back to where I was born and raised. My earliest memories are from that town, the school, church and farm and house where I grew up.
And even with the farm and house in town no longer part of my life in any way, driving past, looking and seeing the changes that have been made I still go back to fond memories from both places. Yes, it is sad that I can no longer pull in the driveway and stroll right into the house. I miss that. I miss the familiar faces, voices and hugs I would get, the smells. Those days are gone.
But what has become even tougher for me now is that there is no one there to go see, that mainly being mom and dad. There are a handful of friends and a few relatives I can stop and see, who are always welcoming. But the familiar comfort of my mom and dad are gone. I stop by the cemetery to visit their grave. Grateful for the time I had with them, happy I was so lucky, sad because I miss them so much and wish I could stop by more than a couple times a year. I know how much visiting the cemetery and putting flowers on the grave was to my parents.
But I am blessed. Even though my trips back home are few and short lived I still find comfort along with the sadness in going back. In seeing familiar faces and places. To see the changes and how life continues. As I make those trips back I am reminded of lots of happy memories, life growing up and all the fun I had. I have mixed emotions going back and leaving but I know that part of my life is over and mom and dad are at peace and together.
So I guess for me going home is where ever and when ever I am with my family. Be it an apartment for family Easter, or meeting for a meal together or someplace new for an upcoming holiday, as long as some or all of us are together and making memories, that is home.
Friday, July 25, 2014
One last piece
I brought home the last piece today, the last piece of my mom's belongings-her sewing machine. It has been stored for the past 2+ years and came down to no one wanted it. I am thrilled to have it! I trekked it across state thinking on the way home about all the things mom had made with this machine. From clothes for her family to doll clothes, beautiful quilts-now treasured reminders of her, her love and her creative talents to all the mending- ripped jeans and overalls she had sewed over the years.
I looked in the drawers after I had help moving it into the house, not sure what I'd find, if anything. Both had items very typical of what mom usually kept in them, spools of different colored thread, needles, pins, scissors and other sewing items in the top drawer. The other drawer was filled with other sewing notions and items mom used and expected to use after she insisted on keeping the sewing machine and having it in her room at the nursing home. No one has used it, or sewed with it since the last time she had, which I'm sure is well over two years ago. What was the last thing she sewed? Did the machine work or frustrate her, which it often did? When was the last time she used it? We could tell in January of 2012 that things were changing and she was failing. Did she sit down to hem a pair of her pants or fix a seam in a top early that year when she had the energy and felt well enough to do so? What made her want to keep this one of few things from her life as we emptied her home and her belongs went all different directions? Her room was filled with treasured items from 80+years of living. These items were treasured and ones she thought she would need and use-things she didn't want to part with. Did she use the machine much in the year and a half that she had it in her room? I don't honestly know. I know her sewing machine was very important to her. I think it gave her a sense of security as she entered what was the final phase of her life.
Mom was a lot like this old sewing machine. She held things together. Her seams were strong and tight most days. She had tight stitching which makes a seem strong and durable-which was what mom was. The sewing machine cabinet is a nice looking wood. When the machine was stored in the cabinet it was a nice looking piece of furniture which did not look like a sewing machine cabinet. The machine it's self is a strong, sturdy machine which over the last 12 years of mom's life had been to the sewing machine doctor and hospital-just like mom. The repair man did all he could to keep her treasured sewing machine running for her-very much like mom's doctor and nurses tried to do. The machine's gears were metal, something they don't make any more and finding metal replacement parts is very difficult, if not impossible. A lot like mom-she was a tough lady, made of metal and a work horse, just like the sewing machine.
I'm not sure if the machine works. And if it does not work, if it can be fixed any more? I learned to sew on this machine and sewed a great deal on it too-but not as much as mom did. Once I empty the drawers and go through everything what will I find? What reminders of mom will there be? Like the gentle reminders I find, very unexpected monthly, weekly and sometimes daily of her and my dad. They are often things I've forgotten and bring a smile to my face, but tears to my eyes and make my heart ache for how much I miss them. If it works what can I sew so I can continue to carry on mom's legacy? I guess time will tell.
I'm not sure if it ironic that I brought mom's sewing machine home or if it was another way for me to refresh her memory. I know I'm the only daughter who still sews and I think mom is happy that her machine came home with me. So regardless if it works or not, with it comes a lot of memories-mostly all good except for when the sewing did go so well, and my mom, usually a very patient person would turn red and start to sweat and get very frustrated with her sewing machine. I personally found her reaction to a sewing that was acting up humorous as mom had the patience of a saint. It took a lot to frustrate her, much less make her a little bit angry!
What, if anything, this old machine will sew and help create remains to be seen. But I brought home the last piece of my mom and her creativity and love she sewed for her family. I'm glad it's here and with it, for me, comes many, many memories of a wonderful lady who loved with all her heart, taught me so much and I miss daily. I love you sew much mom! (Yes I just made a pun).
Positive thought of the day: I hope I have and/or can give my kids happy memories like I have of my my mom.
I looked in the drawers after I had help moving it into the house, not sure what I'd find, if anything. Both had items very typical of what mom usually kept in them, spools of different colored thread, needles, pins, scissors and other sewing items in the top drawer. The other drawer was filled with other sewing notions and items mom used and expected to use after she insisted on keeping the sewing machine and having it in her room at the nursing home. No one has used it, or sewed with it since the last time she had, which I'm sure is well over two years ago. What was the last thing she sewed? Did the machine work or frustrate her, which it often did? When was the last time she used it? We could tell in January of 2012 that things were changing and she was failing. Did she sit down to hem a pair of her pants or fix a seam in a top early that year when she had the energy and felt well enough to do so? What made her want to keep this one of few things from her life as we emptied her home and her belongs went all different directions? Her room was filled with treasured items from 80+years of living. These items were treasured and ones she thought she would need and use-things she didn't want to part with. Did she use the machine much in the year and a half that she had it in her room? I don't honestly know. I know her sewing machine was very important to her. I think it gave her a sense of security as she entered what was the final phase of her life.
Mom was a lot like this old sewing machine. She held things together. Her seams were strong and tight most days. She had tight stitching which makes a seem strong and durable-which was what mom was. The sewing machine cabinet is a nice looking wood. When the machine was stored in the cabinet it was a nice looking piece of furniture which did not look like a sewing machine cabinet. The machine it's self is a strong, sturdy machine which over the last 12 years of mom's life had been to the sewing machine doctor and hospital-just like mom. The repair man did all he could to keep her treasured sewing machine running for her-very much like mom's doctor and nurses tried to do. The machine's gears were metal, something they don't make any more and finding metal replacement parts is very difficult, if not impossible. A lot like mom-she was a tough lady, made of metal and a work horse, just like the sewing machine.
I'm not sure if the machine works. And if it does not work, if it can be fixed any more? I learned to sew on this machine and sewed a great deal on it too-but not as much as mom did. Once I empty the drawers and go through everything what will I find? What reminders of mom will there be? Like the gentle reminders I find, very unexpected monthly, weekly and sometimes daily of her and my dad. They are often things I've forgotten and bring a smile to my face, but tears to my eyes and make my heart ache for how much I miss them. If it works what can I sew so I can continue to carry on mom's legacy? I guess time will tell.
I'm not sure if it ironic that I brought mom's sewing machine home or if it was another way for me to refresh her memory. I know I'm the only daughter who still sews and I think mom is happy that her machine came home with me. So regardless if it works or not, with it comes a lot of memories-mostly all good except for when the sewing did go so well, and my mom, usually a very patient person would turn red and start to sweat and get very frustrated with her sewing machine. I personally found her reaction to a sewing that was acting up humorous as mom had the patience of a saint. It took a lot to frustrate her, much less make her a little bit angry!
What, if anything, this old machine will sew and help create remains to be seen. But I brought home the last piece of my mom and her creativity and love she sewed for her family. I'm glad it's here and with it, for me, comes many, many memories of a wonderful lady who loved with all her heart, taught me so much and I miss daily. I love you sew much mom! (Yes I just made a pun).
Positive thought of the day: I hope I have and/or can give my kids happy memories like I have of my my mom.
Saturday, July 19, 2014
Things taken for granted
Have you ever stopped just for a moment to think about all you have, all you have been given and blessed with that we take for granted? The ability to get out of bed each morning. Yes some mornings it may hurt to get moving but at least we are moving. The ability to see, although it may be blurry or not as focused as we'd like, at least we can see. The breath you take, the heart that beats steady and strong...all are blessings we take for granted-every day, every hour, every minute, every second.
The reason for this blog, I just read of a coworkers grandson, almost two-years old, who is battling a brain tumor. Wow, talk about putting your life in perspective. So when it's hot out and it costs to run the AC, or the oil needs to be changed in the car or you need to get a gallon of milk, or you knee hurts from being on the treadmill. Big deal. These are all little things that we let bog down our days, take up precious time and interfere in our lives. Unimportant things that take up too much of our time and thoughts. Big deal, it's not a big deal at all.
How blessed we are is something we all take for granted and forget to appreciate. This is normal. This is human nature and does not mean we are awful people. Just take a moment each day, each morning or evening or while driving or walking or in a quiet moment of the day and appreciate, thank God and value all we have. The challenges and sometimes tough times, they could be a lot worse. And I am a firm believer that God does not give us anything that HE AND I can't handle TOGETHER. So stop worrying and thinking it is all on you-let God do his thing, after all he brought you to this and he's always there, even while we are sleeping or forget or take for granted life and all it's blessing both good and bad.
As soon as I read about the little guy with the brain tumor I stopped and said a prayer for him, his parents (what they must be going through) his grandparents, aunts, uncle, family and friends. BUT I also included in the prayer the doctors, nurses, lab techs and everyone who is helping care for this little boy. They are all part of the big picture that will hopefully give this little boy the chance at life that he deserves. They are all where they are suppose to be and a blessing.
So for a moment today, tomorrow, everyday, when ever you think about it-stop, breath, think and thank God and appreciate all that we have and are blessed with. Life is a gift. No one knows how long we have that gift, so appreciate it, make the most of it and live it. No one is guaranteed to be here at the end of the day or wake up tomorrow. We are so very, very blessed...
Positive thought of the day: Life and all those who are part of mine. Love ya'.
The reason for this blog, I just read of a coworkers grandson, almost two-years old, who is battling a brain tumor. Wow, talk about putting your life in perspective. So when it's hot out and it costs to run the AC, or the oil needs to be changed in the car or you need to get a gallon of milk, or you knee hurts from being on the treadmill. Big deal. These are all little things that we let bog down our days, take up precious time and interfere in our lives. Unimportant things that take up too much of our time and thoughts. Big deal, it's not a big deal at all.
How blessed we are is something we all take for granted and forget to appreciate. This is normal. This is human nature and does not mean we are awful people. Just take a moment each day, each morning or evening or while driving or walking or in a quiet moment of the day and appreciate, thank God and value all we have. The challenges and sometimes tough times, they could be a lot worse. And I am a firm believer that God does not give us anything that HE AND I can't handle TOGETHER. So stop worrying and thinking it is all on you-let God do his thing, after all he brought you to this and he's always there, even while we are sleeping or forget or take for granted life and all it's blessing both good and bad.
As soon as I read about the little guy with the brain tumor I stopped and said a prayer for him, his parents (what they must be going through) his grandparents, aunts, uncle, family and friends. BUT I also included in the prayer the doctors, nurses, lab techs and everyone who is helping care for this little boy. They are all part of the big picture that will hopefully give this little boy the chance at life that he deserves. They are all where they are suppose to be and a blessing.
So for a moment today, tomorrow, everyday, when ever you think about it-stop, breath, think and thank God and appreciate all that we have and are blessed with. Life is a gift. No one knows how long we have that gift, so appreciate it, make the most of it and live it. No one is guaranteed to be here at the end of the day or wake up tomorrow. We are so very, very blessed...
Positive thought of the day: Life and all those who are part of mine. Love ya'.
Friday, July 11, 2014
Wake up!!!
This blog is addressed to ANYONE who has, will or is currently living with someone. Regardless if it is a spouse, significant other, parents or siblings but primarily if that other person is a FEMALE,
this is a reminder that just like you, your "room mate" works at a job and/or goes to school and/or does something outside the home at least 8 hours a day, five days or more a week. I typically work outside the home over 40 hours a week. The key phrase here is OUTSIDE the home. I then work my other job as soon as I step foot in my house and I work this other job seven days a week, 365 days a year, 52 weeks a year, 24 hours a day when I'm not at my job outside the home-do you get where I'm going with this? (I also work two other part time jobs, coaching and the newspaper as well. Or and there is some of the yard work and snow removal that I do too.)
I've came to the conclusion that some people in this world do not know the following (or have forgotten)-so READ and LEARN or please take note for future reference-(if) you need it-Learn this while you're young:
-where milk comes from or where to go BUY some more without being told. It is found at a place called the grocery store, in the refrigerator section-near the beer. Buy 2 gallons so you don't run out so quick. It's that E-A-S-Y! Yes!!!!
-HOW to change a toilet paper roll or where to purchase more-as it must magically appear as soon as we run low-the TP fairy drops it down the chimney! (I wish). TP is usually located not too far away from the milk section at the grocery store. When the roll is empty change it. Oh and by the way if the toilet needs to be cleaned just do it! You can find what you need to clean it very close by usually. Just do it!! Surprise your room mate and be considerate.
-If you use it up- write it down on a grocery list so more can be bought. Telling someone who is doing a half-dozen other things is not always a sure fire way to deal with this situation, and it may not be remembered. Ask if there is a grocery list. This is not hard as most 1st graders know how to read and write. Or get what you used up-replacing it and be an all-star room mate!!!
-Wash your dishes/ rinse them so we do not start an ant farm or some other kind of nasty bug infestation or worse yet the place STINKS. It does not take a degree in engineering to figure this out. I was "helping" wash dishes when I was 4 years old (yes it was mainly to play in the water but regardless it taught me how.) Just WASH them and put them away either after drying them or after they air dry, meaning within an hour-don't live out of your dish drainer-yuck.
-If you make a mess clean it up! If you are going to let things soak, then do so for 20 minutes, go back and clean up. Letting things "soak" or I'll clean it up later which is still a mess 3-days later is not good-it's gross and rude and a sure fire way to make your "room mate" unhappy. Just clean up after yourself.
-When the garbage is full or worse SMELLS- take it out!!! It does not magically only get full on garbage day-good grief. It's good weight lifting too.
-if it belongs to you or you put it down or drop it- PICK IT UP and here's a tough one...PUT IT AWAY.
-there are two neat gadgets that you need to get acquainted with, one is called the washing machine and the other equally cool one is called a dryer. These are used to wash YOUR clothes in and dry them. They too do not magically wash, dry, fold, make their way up the stairs or put themselves away. If you wear it you wash it or at least help out.
-Think about what is on the bottom of your shoes-ya know all the crap that you step in/on outside the house? Yuck! Yuck! Yuck! Well when you walk around the house with your shoes on you bring that crap INSIDE. TAKE OFF your shoes and put them on as you are leaving. It is not a hard concept just think about the shit you are dragging in and guess what it means---- more cleaning when you do this kind of crap.
--I've yet to see a self cleaning house. Vacuum/sweep/dust/clean a toilet/clean a sink (any of these) just once in a while and do it just because, not because someone is coming over or your "room mate" is pissed because you've done nothing but watch tv and sit on your butt for the past 8 hours while she has ran around like a nut trying to get things done. Or better yet, make it a habit! Things routinely get cleaned probably on a weekly basis by the other person who does not get to come home every evening, sit, have a meal cooked for them and then cleaned up and put away, even on those days when they don't feel like it-they still do it. They also probably are doing a host of other things while cooking like cleaning, laundry and taking care of other household chores too numerous to mention. You help make it dirty, help keep it clean.
-If you are the last one eating put the food away and wash your dishes. Food sitting out all night is no longer good for consumption. Nothing puts me in a happy mood than having to come back and put food away 4 hours after I made it or doing supper dishes the next morning because I cleaned up the night before but it was too much work for someone to get things out to the kitchen when things are being cleaned up.) That's just a dandy way to end or start my day-NOT.
-Think about guests when you have them-if you are eating or drinking something then ask and offer your guest a drink or food...it's just damn rude to eat in front of guests without offering and asking them first. Have a little decorum and manners. And finally don't just walk off and go to bed when you have guests-were you born in a barn? Plain and simple manners.
This is just my advice to you in plain and simple terms: WAKE the heck up!! I mean this in a kind way but come on. We are not living in the 1900's where the women did everything in the home BUT did not work outside the home-home was their work. Yes I know very well it is stressful to work and go to school and there are a ton of demands -we all have it, but you live in the house/apartment/condo/hut/tent too-do your share. If everyone does their part, helps out and is responsible then life can be enjoyed not spent working or living in your work 24/7. It is not fun to have your feet hit the floor every morning and you are immediately at work. Or to have every day going from one job to another with little or no help.
If I've heard my father in-law say it once, I've heard him say it several dozen times, that he did not realize all the work his wife did at home after she worked outside the home all day for years and while raising kids. It now takes several adults to keep that house some what operational-she worked her butt off, and now after she is gone, it is noticed-sad.
Okay, I'm done with my tirade but take this as friendly advice, life at home is a lot better if you just do your share and be an active room mate rather than acting like a lazy, rude guest.
Positive thought of the day: More like advice-be a good room mate, go pick up or vacuum, take out the garbage or do the dishes for your "room mate" -life will be a lot better for both of you.
this is a reminder that just like you, your "room mate" works at a job and/or goes to school and/or does something outside the home at least 8 hours a day, five days or more a week. I typically work outside the home over 40 hours a week. The key phrase here is OUTSIDE the home. I then work my other job as soon as I step foot in my house and I work this other job seven days a week, 365 days a year, 52 weeks a year, 24 hours a day when I'm not at my job outside the home-do you get where I'm going with this? (I also work two other part time jobs, coaching and the newspaper as well. Or and there is some of the yard work and snow removal that I do too.)
I've came to the conclusion that some people in this world do not know the following (or have forgotten)-so READ and LEARN or please take note for future reference-(if) you need it-Learn this while you're young:
-where milk comes from or where to go BUY some more without being told. It is found at a place called the grocery store, in the refrigerator section-near the beer. Buy 2 gallons so you don't run out so quick. It's that E-A-S-Y! Yes!!!!
-HOW to change a toilet paper roll or where to purchase more-as it must magically appear as soon as we run low-the TP fairy drops it down the chimney! (I wish). TP is usually located not too far away from the milk section at the grocery store. When the roll is empty change it. Oh and by the way if the toilet needs to be cleaned just do it! You can find what you need to clean it very close by usually. Just do it!! Surprise your room mate and be considerate.
-If you use it up- write it down on a grocery list so more can be bought. Telling someone who is doing a half-dozen other things is not always a sure fire way to deal with this situation, and it may not be remembered. Ask if there is a grocery list. This is not hard as most 1st graders know how to read and write. Or get what you used up-replacing it and be an all-star room mate!!!
-Wash your dishes/ rinse them so we do not start an ant farm or some other kind of nasty bug infestation or worse yet the place STINKS. It does not take a degree in engineering to figure this out. I was "helping" wash dishes when I was 4 years old (yes it was mainly to play in the water but regardless it taught me how.) Just WASH them and put them away either after drying them or after they air dry, meaning within an hour-don't live out of your dish drainer-yuck.
-If you make a mess clean it up! If you are going to let things soak, then do so for 20 minutes, go back and clean up. Letting things "soak" or I'll clean it up later which is still a mess 3-days later is not good-it's gross and rude and a sure fire way to make your "room mate" unhappy. Just clean up after yourself.
-When the garbage is full or worse SMELLS- take it out!!! It does not magically only get full on garbage day-good grief. It's good weight lifting too.
-if it belongs to you or you put it down or drop it- PICK IT UP and here's a tough one...PUT IT AWAY.
-there are two neat gadgets that you need to get acquainted with, one is called the washing machine and the other equally cool one is called a dryer. These are used to wash YOUR clothes in and dry them. They too do not magically wash, dry, fold, make their way up the stairs or put themselves away. If you wear it you wash it or at least help out.
-Think about what is on the bottom of your shoes-ya know all the crap that you step in/on outside the house? Yuck! Yuck! Yuck! Well when you walk around the house with your shoes on you bring that crap INSIDE. TAKE OFF your shoes and put them on as you are leaving. It is not a hard concept just think about the shit you are dragging in and guess what it means---- more cleaning when you do this kind of crap.
--I've yet to see a self cleaning house. Vacuum/sweep/dust/clean a toilet/clean a sink (any of these) just once in a while and do it just because, not because someone is coming over or your "room mate" is pissed because you've done nothing but watch tv and sit on your butt for the past 8 hours while she has ran around like a nut trying to get things done. Or better yet, make it a habit! Things routinely get cleaned probably on a weekly basis by the other person who does not get to come home every evening, sit, have a meal cooked for them and then cleaned up and put away, even on those days when they don't feel like it-they still do it. They also probably are doing a host of other things while cooking like cleaning, laundry and taking care of other household chores too numerous to mention. You help make it dirty, help keep it clean.
-If you are the last one eating put the food away and wash your dishes. Food sitting out all night is no longer good for consumption. Nothing puts me in a happy mood than having to come back and put food away 4 hours after I made it or doing supper dishes the next morning because I cleaned up the night before but it was too much work for someone to get things out to the kitchen when things are being cleaned up.) That's just a dandy way to end or start my day-NOT.
-Think about guests when you have them-if you are eating or drinking something then ask and offer your guest a drink or food...it's just damn rude to eat in front of guests without offering and asking them first. Have a little decorum and manners. And finally don't just walk off and go to bed when you have guests-were you born in a barn? Plain and simple manners.
This is just my advice to you in plain and simple terms: WAKE the heck up!! I mean this in a kind way but come on. We are not living in the 1900's where the women did everything in the home BUT did not work outside the home-home was their work. Yes I know very well it is stressful to work and go to school and there are a ton of demands -we all have it, but you live in the house/apartment/condo/hut/tent too-do your share. If everyone does their part, helps out and is responsible then life can be enjoyed not spent working or living in your work 24/7. It is not fun to have your feet hit the floor every morning and you are immediately at work. Or to have every day going from one job to another with little or no help.
If I've heard my father in-law say it once, I've heard him say it several dozen times, that he did not realize all the work his wife did at home after she worked outside the home all day for years and while raising kids. It now takes several adults to keep that house some what operational-she worked her butt off, and now after she is gone, it is noticed-sad.
Okay, I'm done with my tirade but take this as friendly advice, life at home is a lot better if you just do your share and be an active room mate rather than acting like a lazy, rude guest.
Positive thought of the day: More like advice-be a good room mate, go pick up or vacuum, take out the garbage or do the dishes for your "room mate" -life will be a lot better for both of you.
Saturday, July 5, 2014
Never stop
This may sounds like an odd thing to do but just for kicks I went to Pinterest and challenged myself to find the first saying that clicked with me and use it to motivate for my day and my blog so here it is.....
And....well this is pretty much just good practice. I'm sure there are dozens of ways to do this and show the people you care about how much you do care. We tend to take for granted and often forget how important those we love and care about are to us. We are so use to them that we just don't think about them or show them how much they mean. And we all forget to continue to show them what they mean until they are gone or something "wakes us up".
We need to remember that our loved ones are gifts from God, and you never know when that gift will be called home.
For me this is my family and a few good friends...you mean the world to me! And I hope you know how much you do mean to me.
Positive thoughts...love the sound of nature. Today that is the rain and a gentle thunderstorm.
We need to remember that our loved ones are gifts from God, and you never know when that gift will be called home.
For me this is my family and a few good friends...you mean the world to me! And I hope you know how much you do mean to me.
Positive thoughts...love the sound of nature. Today that is the rain and a gentle thunderstorm.
Thursday, July 3, 2014
Life lessons from a kitten
Who would think that as an adult I'd learn and be reminded of simple lessons in life from a small kitten? I certainly did not, nor did I realize that until last night. So despite this kitten spending a short four days in my house he touched my life and heart, he taught me lessons and reminded me not to take for granted the simple things in life.
1. Be friendly, say hello and if you need to be loud, do it! Meow as loud as you can or need to!
2. Eat what you want to eat!
3. Explore. Get out there is see what is around you. Do not be afraid!
4. Climb to new heights! Dig your claws in and just go for it.
5. Do not be afraid to show people that you love them. Get up there and hug and tell them.
6. Sleep when you can but enjoy life and don't miss out.
7. Keep trying even when you don't succeed.
8. Love life. Purr every day!
Thanks for the reminders and lessons little guy. You are missed!
One small positive: The birds that start singing bright and early. We are so fortunate to have them and their beautiful songs. They start each day with a song. We need to do that too.
1. Be friendly, say hello and if you need to be loud, do it! Meow as loud as you can or need to!
2. Eat what you want to eat!
3. Explore. Get out there is see what is around you. Do not be afraid!
4. Climb to new heights! Dig your claws in and just go for it.
5. Do not be afraid to show people that you love them. Get up there and hug and tell them.
6. Sleep when you can but enjoy life and don't miss out.
7. Keep trying even when you don't succeed.
8. Love life. Purr every day!
Thanks for the reminders and lessons little guy. You are missed!
One small positive: The birds that start singing bright and early. We are so fortunate to have them and their beautiful songs. They start each day with a song. We need to do that too.
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
What July means to me
Here we are to the month of July...over halfway through the year. People say that after the 4th it is all downhill and that school is right around the corner...ugh! Several people have birthdays in July. My daughter was suppose to be born in July, the 28th, but she held out and chose August as her birth month.
I was suppose to be born in July, the 4th but I showed up a month and a day earlier than planned. Instead my oldest niece was born on the 4th. I was the ripe old age of 7 years old when she was born. A few things about her arrival made an impression on me.
My neighbor growing up was born the 3rd of July, the year before I was born and her name is Lynn Marie too.
My uncle passed away on the 4th of July, and I remember details of the night before and morning of his passing even now and I was just a 4th grader. I have no idea why his death left an impression. It might be because he was the first person close to me to pass away, I'm not sure.
The 4th of July holds lots of great memories for me otherwise. My dad and brothers making the trip down to Missouri to bring home illegal fireworks and all the fun we had with them! (except the one time my mom was goofing around and thought she'd play a trick on my dad or brother and toss a firecracker as they started the pickup and thinking it was back firing. Instead the firecracker had a short fuse and her thumb was injured. She took it in stride and spoke of it years later with a laugh as the trick was on her instead of them). We always had a picnic on the 4th and either shot off our own fireworks or watched the ones from Independence in the evening. Great memories.
The 4th of July was, and probably still one of my favorite holidays, it does not require a lot of work, no shopping for presents and the menu can change by whatever the cook wanted to make. No holiday shopping for items to keep traditions. No 4th of July outfits like at Christmas or Easter. It could be burgers or steaks on the grill or whatever you want. You eat outside and relax and spend the day as you like.
Independence, IA has a great parade, I rode my horse in it a couple of times. It is a real parade with floats, and bands and all the things that a real parade has, usually lasting well over an hour. I still miss the Independence 4th of July parade and it has been years since I've seen it.
So as busy as life is as this month starts I have fond memories and lots of special people who celebrate this month of their birth!
Here's to hoping it is a good month, full of lots of blessing, happy memories and time spent with great people.
Positive thought of the day: What beautiful weather we finally have. It has not rained in 24-hours, it has cooled off and less humidity and the best of all the sun is shining. : )
I was suppose to be born in July, the 4th but I showed up a month and a day earlier than planned. Instead my oldest niece was born on the 4th. I was the ripe old age of 7 years old when she was born. A few things about her arrival made an impression on me.
My neighbor growing up was born the 3rd of July, the year before I was born and her name is Lynn Marie too.
My uncle passed away on the 4th of July, and I remember details of the night before and morning of his passing even now and I was just a 4th grader. I have no idea why his death left an impression. It might be because he was the first person close to me to pass away, I'm not sure.
The 4th of July holds lots of great memories for me otherwise. My dad and brothers making the trip down to Missouri to bring home illegal fireworks and all the fun we had with them! (except the one time my mom was goofing around and thought she'd play a trick on my dad or brother and toss a firecracker as they started the pickup and thinking it was back firing. Instead the firecracker had a short fuse and her thumb was injured. She took it in stride and spoke of it years later with a laugh as the trick was on her instead of them). We always had a picnic on the 4th and either shot off our own fireworks or watched the ones from Independence in the evening. Great memories.
The 4th of July was, and probably still one of my favorite holidays, it does not require a lot of work, no shopping for presents and the menu can change by whatever the cook wanted to make. No holiday shopping for items to keep traditions. No 4th of July outfits like at Christmas or Easter. It could be burgers or steaks on the grill or whatever you want. You eat outside and relax and spend the day as you like.
Independence, IA has a great parade, I rode my horse in it a couple of times. It is a real parade with floats, and bands and all the things that a real parade has, usually lasting well over an hour. I still miss the Independence 4th of July parade and it has been years since I've seen it.
So as busy as life is as this month starts I have fond memories and lots of special people who celebrate this month of their birth!
Here's to hoping it is a good month, full of lots of blessing, happy memories and time spent with great people.
Positive thought of the day: What beautiful weather we finally have. It has not rained in 24-hours, it has cooled off and less humidity and the best of all the sun is shining. : )
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