Monday, September 29, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
The Man and I decided to let The Boy take Makenna's scooter. Reason being is because he's like lightning on the bike since he doesn't use training wheels anymore (and hasn't for a year!). He has only recently learned how to take off from the curb on his own. Stopping? Well, let's just say we hope there aren't any vehicles or brick walls around when he goes to stop. Suffice it to say he hasn't mastered that part yet.
Now the scooter is a different story. It's one of those two-wheeled razr ones that can zip like crazy. And he does. Zip like crazy. The Boy's balance is as sure footed as a mountain goat. He can ride that scooter like nobody's business. You can see our troubled thoughts from here.
Bike-a-Thon day broke and beautiful weather was our friend.
Tennis shoes- check
We picked the boy up at the end of the school day to find that he had gotten a speeding ticket. They have a circular drive-way in front of the school that was closed off for some wheeling fun. That Boy of ours was zipping through "traffic" like crazy. Weaving in and out and having a high time. The "police" brought that to an end and he was issued a citation and put on the curb for a couple of minutes. I can see it all going down. He's just not used to speed traps and going slow. This does not bode well for the future.
The teacher was sweet enough to send a few pictures my way of his fun filled morning. I hope you get a chuckle out of them like I did!
Zipping right along. Leaving three wheeled scooters and bikes with training wheels in the dust. See the police man in the back ground? I think they got a couple of base security to come play along.
Busted. It's cute now, but I better not see this in 12 years.
How sad is this? I bet it was like having a Harley and having it taken away and given a Pinto. No speed. No zip. No style. Still fun, though!
That's how it goes, Internets. Be careful how you zip or you might be given a ford to drive.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
You already know about our encounter with the armadillo (scroll down a few, would you? I'm too lazy right now to hunt it up and hyperlink for you). Well, we've also discovered the HUGEST spider web you ever did see right on the edge of the woods. Smack dab in the middle of it sits this spider that is as big as my palm. We usually stop on our way back past it to check it out. Every time we marvel at how big that sucker is. After we had a windy day or two, we made note of the damage it's done to the web, which I swear to you starts at a branch about 15 feet up. We'll see what kind of repair work has been done tomorrow.
Heck, the other day we stopped to notice some of the foliage that would make a great topper for a pumpkin project we're considering. Stopped right there and talked about how if we snapped this piece off and did this, it would work for that, etc. etc.
Before reaching our cul de sac, there's this fruit tree that is just loaded with....something. We can't, for the life of us, figure out what kind of fruit this is. It doesn't appear to have seeds and it doesn't have a pit. It favors a nectarine and peach and plum. Crazy looking, I tell you. We know it doesn't have seeds or pits because we smooshed one on the path. Stomped it right there.
*Mental note to self: See if Carla and Dulcie are seeing super cool things during their walk in their neighborhood.*
So, you see, Internets, walking can be quite educational. Neighbor Debbie and I are enjoying the local wildlife, foliage, and worker men who are building new housing.
What we would never admit to in a gazillion years? We stop so we can give our aching feet and backs a teeny tiny break. Nope. Not gonna admit it at all.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
He doesn't know a picture is being taken. Notice something? NO glasses. Jeesh. But ya know what? I think this is the sweetest picture.
What a gorgeous picture this turned out to be. Oh, Stacey? I do believe I need one to put up in a frame in my house. I'm just saying.......
My cell phone shows you yourself on the display when you turn the camera on and shut it. My kids go into froot loop mode when you do this so I like to take the occasional picture just to see how goofy they'll look. Miss Hope sure is brave to do this with no makeup on.
Meet Miss Emma. This is my brand new GREAT niece born on September 19, 2008. My friend Lu is her new Nana and she's already spoiling this sweet thing rotten. Once Nana sees this, I'm sure I'll be getting even better pictures to share with you. Congrats, Jeff and Amber!
Lastly, I received this today from Michelle. Some people call it a tombstone...or a head stone....or a grave marker. I call it a beautiful way to portray a beautiful life. The detail is just amazing. I am so touched Michelle thought to send to this me.
That concludes Picture Wednesday. Just a few photos I've had around and wanted to share.
Monday, September 22, 2008
The Man and I were all set to attend this year's Khaki Ball. This is a Chief Thang they do once a year to celebrate the induction of new Chief's to the Navy. Making Chief is a big deal, Internets. It opens a whole new world of responsibility, not to mention an entire change in uniform.
I wasn't thrilled about going. Don't get me wrong, I've got nothing against the whole process and the tradition behind it. I totally respect and admire it. I have issues with how some people handle themselves when at the function. They tend to imbibe a little too much and their actions are ...uh...that of the drunk sort. Many can partake of the alcohol and maintain a semblance of dignity, but there are always a few who can't. Plus, I have a personal moral issue with how we stress to our teenage daughter that she doesn't need to be where people are drinking because some stupid head will think they can drive and will proceed to do so. We tell her that if she is at a place where many are drinking, to PLEASE call us and we will get her out of there ASAP. So, how can I tell my kid not to do something and then do it myself? Granted, I know the argument is that I will be around adults and she will be around kids, but it's all personal and me. I never said I would make total sense about the way I think, now did I?
That being said, I had resigned myself that I was going to have to attend this function no matter how I felt or thought. ~sigh~ I dreaded it so much, I had no pleasure in purchasing something to wear. While I enjoyed going over to Carla's to borrow cute shoes and some appropriate jewelry, my heart just wasn't in it.
Saturday morning found my uterus staging a revolt and threatening to leave my body the hard way. Sorry, guys, if this offends. We women call it our way of life and if we can deal with the pain and agony? You can deal with a few words stated about the whole deal. I have made a pact with myself to ask my ob/gyn at next physical to consider taking the offending body part OUT. I no longer need it or want it. I'll hang onto the ovaries for hormone purposes, but I would surely be glad to give my uterus to someone who needs it. About that? Why can't they do uterus transplants? They do all kinds of others. There are so many women who want babies and don't have a cooperating uterus. Think of the possibilities if doctors could figure out how to do a uterus transplant. I would gladly give my slightly used but functioning one so that a mother-in-waiting could have the chance.
I do know how to get off subject, don't I?
We didn't go!! The Man woke up sick Saturday morning. I mean S.I.C.K. He took Makenna to her golf lesson, but barely. He even took his sick self to buy a beautiful bouquet of five roses for our anniversary. But, once he got home? He was on the couch the rest of the day. Or in the bathroom praying to get sick. Around 3 p.m., I told him to "Buck it up, Chief, and get dressed so we can go." He was unable to move. I was upset over the fact of losing the money it cost to get the tickets, but what can you do? If you're sick, you're sick.
It was not a banner anniversary in that we didn't get to celebrate in any way. But, I can say we were together. He wasn't out to sea somewhere. He wasn't at work. He was 3 feet away from me and that's just fine with me.
Paige made it back from her overnight field trip where she spent the night on a carrier. She had a blast and is more determined to join the NAVY at some point and time in her life. Yeah, okay. This from the kid who was freaking over spending the night on a ship until they assured her the ship was in the water ON the ground. She was smooth then. *rolls eyes* I told her that she needed to get over that water fear deal (kid swims like a fish!). We'll see how it goes. I'm glad she had a good time, and even happier she made it home safe. Letting go is hard! Dang.
Now, we're off to a busy week. As usual. Let the Edge moments begin!
Saturday, September 20, 2008
This adorable candy bouquet was given to me by my secret pal. It was delivered yesterday and I am just over tickled with it. The sad part? It's all chocolate and that means I will have to eat it. The Boy has discovered it's chocolate and it's a full time job keeping him away from it. At least I'll have pictures of this lovely creation. Thanks, Secret Pal! This has got to be the best bouquet I've ever gotten! (Minus the tulips from Valentine's day. I'm still in love with those purple flowers)
Thursday, September 18, 2008
The Man read these words that our child had written and said it sounded alot like integrity to him. I think what she said was perfect and beautiful.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Morning time finds us walking. Carla and Dulcie are walking in their neighborhood, while Neighbor Debbie and I walk here in ours. We get the kids off to school and lace up the shoes and head out. No choice on that. If we don't walk first thing? It's hotter than eggs frying in a cast iron skillet past 10 a.m. Add in the liquid air we call humidity and we'd do more crawling than walking.
This morning Neighbor Debbie and I headed out. I had a couple of fans (we had gotten from a parade) in the Hoe and we used those gently fan ourselves and convince bugs we weren't interested in a closer relationship. We were almost back to the house when to our right, what did we see?
I still have problems wrapping my mind around the fact that we have those here in southeast Georgia.
There it was in all it's glory, ambling along in an open space. I've seen them smooshed on the road and a few from my vehicle, but never one this close.
I said to Neighbor Debbie...."Hey, Debbie! Don't those things roll up in a ball when threatened? How about run at it and see if it does!"
Gall dang if she didn't do it. She took off from the path and was flailing her arms (with a fan in one hand), hollering at that armadillo like no body's business.
The sucker took off running. Dangit.
There I stood with my mouth hanging open. She came back up to the path and we started walking. About five steps later, I had to stop and bend over I was laughing so hard at the fact THAT SHE RAN AT THE ARMADILLO. I told her.."I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU RAN AT THAT THING!!"
Now that's friendship for you. Yep. That's the kind of home-girls I got going on here. You ask them to run at an armadillo to see if it will curl up in a ball...and they do it.
Walking just took on a whole new side of fun.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Ahhh...where we ate. What good food this turned out to be. I am pretty sure we'll head back to this place as there were other things we need to try on the menu. As we were sitting there, I found myself humming along with the music playing over head. 80's music? Awesome! Dulcie and I had to sing along with "Let's Go Crazy" by Prince at one point. I got to thinking then. Right now, my age group is considered the major consumers in this country. We're the 35-45 age group with kids, mortgages, hopefully good jobs, and are established with our fannies firmly planted in the job chair of our choice. I guess that means we get to hear "our" music when out and about shopping. Is it supposed to take us back to that time in our lives where we were care and free? Because I'm here to tell you. I didn't have money back then. I worked, but that money bought my lunch at school, put gas in my car, and paid for my weekend. I guess hearing the Memory Music is a reward for making it this far in life.
My next thought after thinking about this and sending a text to my email so I wouldn't forget to mention this?
What are we going to do in twenty years when we have to listen to my oldest daughter's music? I can hardly stomach most of it now.
I just know I want to be around so I can go in public with her and her kids and watch them get ten kinds of embarrassed because their Mama is doing a small chair dance while waiting on food to get to the table.
Quick note about Mama. She is home and doing well. I speak with her every day and she sounds wonderful. I find myself wanting to call her over every little thing that happens or that I think of. Kind of how I was when I first moved here...away from her. I have to stop because it'll end up getting all over her nerves eventually. That's just my Mama, Internets. Those couple of days I couldn't call and talk to her were very hard for me. I kept thinking.....there will come a time when I won't be able to call her. I'm just not ready for that. Me and God are square. He knows how I feel because I sure talked to Him enough about it.
P.S. I'm still ticked about the gas issue.
Friday, September 12, 2008
I think I'm gonna call a guy back home I know who makes his own ripple...uh wine...and tell him to crank up production. The stuff he makes should be able to run vehicles no problem. Jeesh.
I went to get my hair did on base and on the way home, I saw the lines at the gas station on base. LINES. Gawd. At least it was still at the price I paid around 8 a.m. this morning.
Want to know what ticks me off the most? Back home I was told there's no gas to be found in the small town I'm from. Bags are covering the nozzles to show how bad it is. Guess what I found out?* The owner's of these stores have gas, they're just saying that they don't so when the gas trucks deliver today, they can charge a MUCH higher price. That makes me just beyond pissed off. Why aren't these people reported? They never run out of gas like this and to want to squeeze the crap out of the people who live in that small town and support them with their business? I want a front row seat with popcorn on Judgement Day is all I'm gonna say right now.
So, I guess we all need to "Fill 'er up!" by close of business day today, Internets. Man, sometimes I would love to flip off the fat cats living off of our misery.
*This is a rumor. But, I know some of these people and believing this story is not a stretch for me. Those of you back home reading this can verify it I'm sure. Just ask the right people.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
She's in this picture, but I'm not allowed to point her out. That girl was doing some serious marching!
Look at girlfriend looking all tough in her khakis. Dad gets to wear his ribbons with his khakis. There are two different types of khakis, you know. Whatever. I was just tickled to see the two of them in a similar uniform.
Got a few things about The Boy (who had his first therapist visit today) and Makenna (who had a great night last night!) I'm going to share with you very soon.
Sunday, September 07, 2008
As you can see, The Boy was pouting and letting us know that he was NOT happy about it being the end of the season. Also note his ladylove beside him trying to smooth his feelings. See the big metal spider? Apparently the storm the other week deemed it necessary to go ahead and take down the fabric...or it blew away. I meant to find out, but forgot to ask.
Busy week ahead for The Edge. Got a couple of upcoming things to blog about I hope you'll enjoy. I hope you all know that now I have to consult with Paige on who is going to blog about what. I should have first dibs, right? Thought you'd agree.
Friday, September 05, 2008
Tell her I sent you.
The coolest week of give aways!
Thursday, September 04, 2008
That's just not good, Internets.
This was at 9:30 p.m. I got off the phone with my brother who promised to call as soon as he heard word.
I sat here in my glider rocker. And I started rocking. Hard. You see, I think better when I get to rocking. That might be because of the hours I've spent rocking babies throughout my life. Who knows. I was a thinking machine, though. I made the executive decision to start calling and texting my people back in South Carolina. My home church people whom I've known my whole entire life. Didn't take long for the ball to get rolling. My Daddy's fellow deacon got his phone cranked up and prayers started rolling.
A heart felt shout out to Cindy and R.D. She is my "big sister" (which is hilarious because she's so tiny and petite...and I'm not). I called her and within minutes, she and R.D. (her hubby) were on their way to the hospital to check on things. I felt much better knowing my Daddy wasn't going to be alone.
People showed up to keep Daddy company and I got minute by minute accounts of what was going on. Mama was sent for a CAT scan. Her sugar upon arrival was in the 500's. ( I found that tidbit out today)
I was worried beyond normal borders.
The Man and I managed to grab some sleep around 1 a.m. or so. I called my Daddy first thing this morning to get an update.
Mama had a stroke.
Funny how some words have the power to echo through your mind. It's like your mind splits into two pieces. One part turns into a five year old who is crying because Mama is hurting. The other part continues to have a conversation with Daddy and asking all the right questions and is even able to remember what is said for the most part. I can't even begin to tell you how much power that one word had over my entire being.
It's a light stroke. Her leg and hand are giving her issues, but her face is fine and so is her speech. Daddy says she's been running her mouth all day long. She's in a fine place and is being taken care of. She'll be there for a few days until her sugar is under control and some re-hab has been done. I'm sure all the tests aren't done being run and a new medication is in her future.
My Mama had a stroke. I'm still in shock. Daddy said not to come home. He promised that if I needed to, he would give the word. Another good reason? Ms. Hanna is heading their way and it looks like they're in for some bad weather in the next couple of days. I secretly hope they'll keep Mama long enough to get past this storm. Their home will lose electricity for sure. Hopefully, not for long. I swear you can fart hard and the power goes out. That is one thing I DON'T miss at all. I don't mind country living, but dang.
My day has been filled with what happens regularly on Thursdays. During that time, I've stayed on the phone with my roots back in South Carolina. I may be 300 miles away, but I was making sure to get updates at least every 30 minutes. Those of you who made that happen? I am forever grateful. I even had a childhood friend and fellow Duran Duran lover, Michelle, call and say that she would be my hands. Whatever I wanted/needed her to do for Mama, she would without hesitation. You can't buy that kind of friendship.
My Mama is sick. I need your thoughts and prayers sent her way if you are so inclined. She's a mighty fine woman. Shoot, she had to be to have Miss Hope!
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Some times I iron the next day's clothes the night before. Other times, I end up doing it in the mornings. It's a mood thing, you understand.
This morning found me ironing Kenna and The Boy's clothes. I hollered for Kenna to come get her clothes and get dressed. She proceeded to do so while I finished up The Boy's outfit. As I was finishing up, I told her to go ahead and go get a piece of ribbon, hair brush, and comb so I could fix her hair when I was done.
Out came the tween. Hands went to her hips and she said, "Why are you always about a piece of ribbon in my hair????"
Out came the Mama. Hands went to my hips and I replied, " Because when you walk into that school with your hair fixed, people know you are being taken care of. When you are clean and your hair shows some effort has been taken? Then they know that there is someone at home with you who loves you and cares for you. They know that you are being taught hygiene and how to take pride in how you look to the world."
In a quiet voice, she said, "All that in a piece of ribbon?"
I replied, "All of that in a piece of ribbon."
When I came around the corner, she was waiting for me with a brush, a comb.....and a piece of ribbon.
Monday, September 01, 2008
If you get a chance, please go visit my child and give her some love. Be warned. She's just like her Mama. And you might need an interpreter to understand all the "teen language". Let me know if you have troubles understanding. I'll have her translate for you.
Welcome to my world Headache from the Edge. I love you, Baby Girl.