friday 55, yummmm

Waited all day

Laughed talked snoozed.

4 miles on treadmill

A story two, maybe three

Sun is shining, breeze blowing.

Smells of fresh baked, stirred and blended

Cant wait too much longer I may just pass out

Its NOT spaghetti!

When finally it’s time

Its all done!

Looks like art just before its all gone!!

Oh Tuesday Already??

This is going to be a nutty week. Not only do I have my, now, part time job but some one has asked me to help them out as well.  SO glad and appreciative of them asking...Pay check has not been quiet big enough. 

I wasnt able to convince the family that the Pilgrims ate that stuff a long time ago and now we should have like ummm, spaghetti.  When I told the third member they got the pouty face and said, "are you really going to have Spaghetti?"   So the cooking will start tonight and the regular job and the part time job and then the gym (maybe) and then to the kitchen.

This space may be quiet but it wont be forgotten! I will babble on and on just in time for a friday 55!

Happy Thanksgiving to all!
(Isnt it nice when some things have not been politically warped!)

Friday 55 On Saturday Morn

Some how my Friday got away from me!  This 55 has been on my mind since Wednesday. 

Thanks G-Man for my weekend kick off! the PARTY can begin!!

HONEST SCRAP! Thursday..My Friday!

                   

Tell 10 honest things about myself.

Pick 10 honest bloggers to pass it on to.

Tall Kay, from AHA Moments, was the generous blogger to share this with me!

10 Honest Things about me (in no particular order):

1. I always wanted to be a hippie but I was born too late!

2. I was accepted into Clown College in Sarasota, Fl

3. My first pedicure was at the age of 47

4. My first car was a datsun truck for $500.00 back in 1977.

5. facebook farms take alot of my time but it is relaxing sorta like smoking..

6. Would love to have courage and money to have a boob job done, not bigger or smaller just set in place so I would never  have to wear a bra again

7. We moved 8 times the first 8 years we were married.  And bought our first house in a cul de sac on DUNMOVIN Court, yep DUNMOVIN! Stayed there 16 years

8. Lived in a duplex next to Kris Kristopherson in Nashville!

9.  first time I met my husband, I was thirteen and had  just moved on "the street" (a small horse shoe road) A girlfriend (who also had a very confused home and a single mother) we took the liquor out of our houses and got pretty drunk ... I was laying in the ditch of my front yard with her and he and two other walked by and she introduced us!

10.  my most fav two weeks with all of our kids were the two week trips we made to Alaska...We wandered about in a Winnebago. End of this summer I told them I really wanted to do it one more time before they got married and had other responsibilities.  THEY ALL SAID YES!  My Einstein was able to get 6 round trip tickets with frequent flyer points and they have paid for our camper.

Hope it was worth the wait! and I do love the recognition thank you tall Kay!

Pass on to 10:

1. http://katexpat.blogspot.com   Expat, Kathyrn

2. http://richmondzoo.blogspot.com

3. http://thewritinginstinct.blogspot.com

4. http://writingforthefun.blogspot.com

5. http://nikonsniper.blogspot.com/

6. http://myriad-of-thoughts.blogspot.com

7. http://myriad-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/

Gotta go to bed..

OMG! Life is so much better

It is amazing what a few days will do for you!  Working in the yard and really accomplishing something there.  Pulling out ivy that had over taken the out quarter of our yard.  Able to work with Einstein with no hitches or pitches! LOL!

This past weekend we went with our older boys to and my nephew and his girlfriend to see a real redneck country song writer.  Some how these song writers were the bridges that helped us reconnect to our second son.  Come to find out our oldest had been listening to them for some time as well..  The first one, Pat Green, was the first one and almost tied with that was Robert Earl Keene and then Chris Knight  (linked to the song that our son said, "momma come on you have to dance with me on this one!)

 and now I am really really hooked on Drive By Truckers.  Our sons enjoy a very wide range of music but these characters seem to be enjoyed by us all.  This weekend we also heard Courdaroy Brown and we all really liked them as well.

Something fun about all of us knowing the words and singing really loudly with the bands and each other.  Music has always been a mood setter and tool to color daily life with for me ~ apparently our kids as well.  The girls don't share their music quiet as much, maybe because there never has been the need for a bridge, but they know which ones I will like and share them.  Hate rap totally hate rap and some of the screaming monster bands that our oldest likes to listen to.

We grew up 2 houses apart since we were 13.  So many things we share in our memory banks.  The radio, the music, the kids playing guitar and bass in  the basements with black lights... worthy of its own post, but the radio was our life force.  the station WKDA-FM 103.3...first stereo in Nashville and it played such a wide variety of music.  Never plugged to one type,  you would hear Harry Chapin and YES and Dan Folgelburg, Carli Simon, Barefoot Jerry,...Led Zeppelin ~ 10 of us in a big black car riding thru "the Park" I had to sit in the floor and that song totally blew me away! All these kids in my life was very exciting after living with my mom and sister in a three story old Apt. ... I had gone to heaven!

Do you have a memory of music in your lives that when you hear the song your senses all awaken to that moment?

PS Tall Kate I have not forgotten the "honesty scrap" ~ I have 9 right now and should be able to post tonight, sorry it took me such a long time cause I do appreciate being thought of!

Anxiety, panic, relief

The last two weeks have been very hard emotionally and mostly due to my trying to muscle through like a tough girl that can do it herself. By Wednesday of last week my nerves were so violently rebelling against common sense and there was nothing i could do to make them stop. Completely irrational by Thursday night and all day Friday. I went into work and acted as normal as possible. Very quiet, shortness of breath, actually holding it for minutes at a time. Worked 4 hours on Friday for a friend when my Einstein called...

By the time I got home he was napping. He had gone to the sleep clinic again for the damn machine. There was hardly anything left of me as I curled up like a cat into his sleeping arms... something about our hearts beating against each other was so calming. I focused on my own breathing. Deep breaths... relief or confidence or ok'ness...began to take hold. I cried, and talked and explained AGAIN,

I know it is totally irrational but this damn machine is going to come between us. he said NO, it isn't irrational that is how I felt when the dog would sleep with us. OMG, my sister had called me weirdo, so strange, etc...but he understood... and had already taken steps to make it right.. And that was how the heart/mind healing began.

The thought of every being a widow had never frightened me. Einstein has taught me alot about taking care of business...my kids and "life" would be ok till we met in the great forever. This moment with our hearts beating against each other and his protective arms around me I knew I would always need him. What if that happened after he died, there is no other heart to set mine at peace...it may cause my heart to explode in fear.

A couple more total freak out fearful moments of "irrational" thinking that he only chuckled and held me.. it can make me cry now to think how painful it was being me for the last two or three weeks. We made a humongous step in understanding and connecting this weekend...

The hurt, the anxiety has left a shadow but it has healed much better than I imagined during the pain of it. Thank you God for know exactly who should be my husband. Thank you for this moment of life.

And now for a SUNDAY SMILE: From LOL CATS

friday 55

Thank you Nikon Sniper for your photo

random to the point

Ida is showering our area and the dark colder temperatures reminds me that I REAAAALLLY DON'T LIKE WINTER. So working out in the yard during the sunshine days last week was especially wonderful. Celebrating our third birthday in a month was very nice. But~well I wore myself out and didn't drink enough water and went down with a UTI. HATE THEM well I hate being sick...Even though my family has been very loving and caring of me.

So today I stayed home and have been one with the laptop. You know there is so much out there to explore and self diagnose.

The newest conspiracy in my scope is one of seeds. I still haven't read everything but you can now order seeds, "survival garden".

Not the greatest with dirt this is very odd to me but it would be a good idea anyway. If we have to grow our own survival garden man, that freaks me out! We will be hungry.

I love growing things. Children are my specialty but I have also grown several cats a couple of dogs and a birds. My indoor plants survive and seem to be doing much better now that I remember to water them. 

My greatest accomplishment in indoor plants is my avocado plant. I started it from seed from an avocado that we ate in a salad. After years of attempts and rotten ucky seeds sitting on my sink this one had a root system start. The excitement was purely personal! When it had 4 leave sprouts it was time to learn the next step. Plant in dirt lightly and leave the top exposed. I moved it to a 6 inch pot and it lived and grew some more. Now it is in a big pot, I believe 12 inch, and it is 3 feet tall and it just freaking makes me happy when I look at it. (I hope it is happy when I stroke its leaves and tell it how amazing it is)

One other great amazing miracle plant is a shamrock. My mother was really good cook, survivor, and plant nurturer. (She also loved her burbon at 5:00pm). When she passed away 10 and a half years ago I took the shamrock plant. I loved it too much and almost killed it in 3 years it had soggy dirt and 4 shamrocks and maybe the hope of one flower. Shamrock was so pitiful that a friend saw it and said 

"Lord Jennifer youre gonna kill that let me take it for a while and get it going again and i will bring it back." 

So she did. It stayed with her for 4 years. Then April 2008 I thought I really missed it and if she had killed it that was ok but I wanted the pot. But I never called her and on Mothers Day she shows up with it and it was healthy and happy. She said she gave up on it and set it on a shelf in the garage. Then March and April she saw it was growing and blooming. She packed it up and said, "Here your mom wants you to try again"

I have repotted it twice! and it is Happy Shamrock.

So maybe if Momma wants us to eat when the seeds of foods have been purposely ruined she will help me plant the survival garden...

here it is! Friday 55!

A fairy of the woodlands, is so  often confused with a pixie.

Her wings allow her to flutter about and pixies are left to their feet.

Warmth of the sun brings  wellbeing to the glow on her face.

Soon she wont  even  be thought  of here under the ivy ..

until the  next warm day…

New attitude..

EWWWweeee I love living in the south.  It was 70 degrees and sunshine and my side yard was yelling for help.  The ivy has consumed everything!  Trees have strategically planted themselves just far enough that I can fear snakes in the ivy and I have let them get too big.

I cut the backyard and pulled young trees and ivy for 2.5 hours.  It felt wonderful!  Yard work seemed such a burden thru the summer because of the bugs, the poison ivy, and the heat!  One of the last vines I was yanking and pulling and grunting about showed THE 3 leaves toward the end of my pull.  Poison ivy demands respect so I finished up and jumped in the shower.

Our first  spring here I took on the bank that had been allowed to be over grown with ivy.  As I pulled up all sorts of vines, bragging that I dont get poison ivy, and wrapped the vines like a cord around my hand to elbows and then twined it.  OMG the stuff was all over me the next 3 days it just kept breaking out in different places but my arms looked so bad that I work long sleeve shirts most the summer.  I thought it was going to leave scares. I haven't given a flip about the bank since then! Damn you bank! be covered in ivy.  One more reason to just hate this dumb house!

This was the third time I have gotten out there in the last 6 months. My Einstein  and I rarely work in the yard together.  We work in the yard and either hope the other wont notice what we have done or if they do they will compliment the work.  I cut some limbs today that hung to the ground and shaded an already very shady backyard.  He may stress but what is going to do DIVORCE ME?  

"Yes Judge Judy, I want a divorce because she cleaned up the backyard!"  Ha, I dont think so!

A couple of hours a day and soon we will see great progress.  Perhaps late fall and winter will be the best times to work out there anyway. 

It felt really good to sweat and work and play in the dirt! and see some things never change.

A Moment of Politics...Time to hear ?

A moment to share that both parties are corrupt and the USA is dire need of defense from within.

Time to listen? Time to look at the website and look at background links for stories.
If Beck and Rush are even a tiny bit telling the truth this administration is frightening....

Interview with Rush

Glenn Beck

Love like a dance...

This past week I have tried to not let my emotions transfer me into a reality that causes me to be disappointed when it clashed with My Einstein’s reality.  It has totally made me aware of how easy it is for me to “create” reality with a “feeling” of joy.  The confidence that comes from feeling “comfortable” can be very intoxicating.  It is a feeling of not being vulnerable but joined in state of mind.

 A woman’s emotions or compassion can color a situation brighter or bleaker than it truly is.   I have read that it is common for a woman to place her sentiments on an event or a person and interpret it thru such a prism of colors.  Often my sentiments are so strong that they are so real and it amazes me that my interpretation can be so off a situation.

No, it is more than jealousy it is distrust that can grow stronger than an over brewed coffee.  All that is heard or observed while in this mood causes small but deep wounds. Tears fall slowly and make such noise when they hit the ground. Then the hearts that were beating as one start beating at opposing rhythms and one questions how the lead of this dance is not noticing the miss beats.

an after note: Showed My Einstein the sculpture and he didnt see ANYTHING! No couple no anything LOL~ I told him well that fits perfectly with this post. I see something so beautifully created by some one far away that mirrors my heart and he cant see the couple! LOL I finally got him to see it! oh me~

(Thank you Google for leading me to an image that was so beautiful at helping me explain visually a state of heart~ Sculpture By Nigel Mackenzie)