Monday Morning Coffee...

So my new idea for Monday morning posts is what I do on Mondays! I stand in the kitchen at the office making our coffee and chatting with co-workers about the weekend and what everyone did... I usually have some crazy story to tell about my children because that is what my weekends usually consist of... Here is the first of a Monday Morning Coffee...

This weekend was a learning experience for me to say the least... My daughter plays competitive softball on a traveling team and has played since she was 9 years old. I have always bought all her softball gear for her, and usually I didn't even take her with me when I would buy it all... It was easy! If it says Finch (Jenny Finch) on it and it was Pink it was perfect, and then when she hit that age where pink wasn't popular, it was anything zebra print and under armor... I have always been the Mom that shops off brands and buys off the sale racks... she NEVER cared...

So... this weekend after church, my wonderful hubby decides it’s going to be a good idea to go to Academy and get all of the Lil' Man's baseball gear! I'm thrilled to have help in this purchase since I usually do this kind of shopping alone... WRONG!!!

After 2 hours of crying and gnashing of teeth... and $200 later! We have all kinds of baseball gear... Except for... The Helmet, the Uniform & the Bat... REALLY!!! What exactly did we buy you ask??? Let me show you!!!

• We have socks - Dad wanted solid royal blue, Lil' Man wanted white with a blue stripe
• We have Cleats - Lil Man says size 2 doesn't fit, so Mom says get a size 3, Dad says they are to lose so we drag everyone to the other Academy where they have a 2.5...
• We have pants - Dad wants long pants, Lil Man wants short ones (to the knee) Mom kicks Dad out of the dressing room and hugs Lil' Man till he stops sobbing and we buy the short ones for practice and the long ones for games... dad and Lil Man pinkie swear on this compromise
• We have long sleeve under shirt - Dad says Under Armor ( $39.99 ) Mom says heck NO we are buying the off brand for $12.99
• We have a cup - Dad says the banana style and Lil Man and Mom walk away from this fight - Dad knows his stuff on this one since he was a baseball player and we know that the whole cup thing at the age of 7 is stupid and Mom won’t make him wear it anyways
• We have a Wooden Bat - Why? Cause Lil Man wanted it and Dad said yes... The real bat is yet to be purchased and I'm pretty certain that will be a one man show, I'm staying out of that purchase and Lil Man won’t be allowed to go... much less drama.
• We have a Bag - Dad says the backpack bag ($39.99), Lil Man wants the rolling bag ($44.99), Mom wins on this fight and we get the Nike plain bag that is $16.99...

We have a Belt and a Practice shirt because it’s just two more things we will lose before this baseball season is over I guarantee this!

• Wilkie (Dad) has a headache
• Mom has a wine craving
• Lil Man has a meltdown

YEAHHHHHH... We are ready for the 2011 Baseball Season!!!

Signed,

Baseball & Wine Mom

Project 64 ~ Week 8 ~ Lavender

So this week has been a CRAZY week for me... I was traveling for work when I saw this weeks color in the oddest of places... I was checking into my hotel and in the lobby of this fancy hotel was a little bookcase in the corner and on it were games and children's books... I found it odd and walked over to check it out! Right in the center was a book standing upright and the color Lavender just jumped out and bit me... The title of the book is Quiet Loud... That is totally me... I am Loud about 99% of the time but what most people don't know is that my loudness is really just a cover for the quietness that is more the real me... So I snapped a few quick pics of the little book propped up on the bookshelf and there it is... Of course its edited and played with but that's usually how most of my pictures end up... I like to mess with the original and make it fun...

So enjoy... Quiet Loud Lavender

Signed,

-Quiet Loud Girl

History Lesson #2

So.... Here's the deal! Ive learned so much about raising kids as a single Mom from my single Mom! I have learned so much about a blended family from being raised in a blended family, and Ive learned so much about being divorced from living through a divorced family!


Its not sad... its life! Its my life... As I see it :-) Not censored by people that have been a part of my life but just the way I see it...


Last week I talked about how my life began at 9 mo old, and after that blog I received a few phone calls from family... mixed reviews... to say the least! LOL... I am blogging about my life and my memories as I see them not as others remember them... so please bear with me and understand that I will write this blog just as I remember it...


My earliest Childhood memory was when I was about 18 months old... maybe two! I remember being in those thick big girl panties... you know the ones, they are thick through the middle because you might have an accident in them, but they are cotton and in the little girl kind, they are usually pink... Anywho... so in pink thick cotton panties, nothing else on... I remember trying to get up into this rocking chair in my Mom's living room. It was one of the wooden rocking chairs that had wicker in the middle and it rocked very far back... so as I was holding onto the sides and trying to climb in it, it was rocking too far forward and I couldn't get in it... I was little... At the same time as I was trying extremely hard to accomplish this huge feat, my Mom's "friend" Mitch Owens came to the door and she let him in... I remember looking up, seeing this guy and feeling very very embarrassed that I was not dressed!! So I ran to my bedroom and hid... That is my very first childhood memory...

My Mom was a typical busy single Mom and I stayed with my grandparents a couple times during the week so she could enjoy some social life... I fondly remember riding home to my Grandparents house in the back of a VW bus... it's the car my Bappy drove to and from work and after he picked me up from daycare we would ALWAYS stop for snacks on the drive home... Cheetos!!! That was my snack of choice... I remember the orange fingers!!

Even though I didn't know my real father and I hadn't yet met my soon to be Daddy, I was such a blessed little girl... My Mom and I spent so many "just us girls" times together... I have some very very great memories of dancing in the living room to the record player with the smell of incense burning... singing to Debbie Boone and Amy Grant at the top of our lungs...

I remember thinking I was a big girl on the tractor with my Bappy... we would drive through the woods to the garden and I can remember the smell of wild chives growing along the bank of the creek that ran at the back of the property... I picked them and took them back for Grandmaw to use in the dinner she was cooking...

 

I remember my Mom dressing me for Halloween in a Tiger suit she handmade for me... she drew whiskers on my cheeks with her black eyeliner pencil... Grandmaw was there taking pictures as she ALWAYS did...

I also remember the sad times of being the daughter of a single Mom... I can vividly remember standing beside Mom's water bed patting her back while she cried face down in her pillow because she was heartbroken over some dude... Most of those guys are still somehow a part of her life and everyone is happy and life has moved on... its a lesson that as I grew up and became a young single Mom I remembered... life does move on and we all survive, even when we hurt so bad we think we are going to die... we don't die, we love again and tomorrow the sun always comes up !


I tried when I was heart broken as a young woman to not let my daughter see me cry, but I also didn't hide my life from her... There was a time when I was about 24, I was so heartbroken... I couldn't help myself and I started crying in the car on the way home from work...Wenie was in the car... She was about 4 years old... we got home and I went straight to my bed and cried in my pillow... she came to the side of the bed and her little chubby hand was patting my back and she said "Mommy, why does (we'll just call him the Fireman) make you cry?" and I thought about the time I did the same thing with my Mom and how I learned about broken hearts and boys making girls cry... I just told her that he wasn't mean, I was just sad because of some stuff that she didn't understand and that it would all be okay, I promised her I wouldn't let him make me cry anymore... and I didn't... The tough lessons I learned from watching my Mom struggle helped me to be a strong woman and stand on my own two feet just like she had done with me...


I handmade those early Halloween costumes for Wenie because that's what I remembered... and those are the things that make me smile.


So now on this journey I call Life... I get up everyday knowing it wont all go my way, but that in the end... if I just live, learn, laugh and tell those I love, "I love you"... I will come to the end of the day a stronger woman, because I saw my Mommy do it my whole little life... as I see it ;-)

Signed,
The Happy Handmade Halloween Tiger

Saturday sports... That's what we do... Watching lil man play basketball and then off to softball practice after with Wenie...  Signed, Sports Mom 

TGIF

I am thankful its Friday because....

I had the week from I don't even know where... someplace extremely busy... Friday marks the end of this CRAZY week!

I am off work @ 12:30 and there is a Adult Beverage somewhere in my near future...

I have a salon appointment at 4:45 TODAY that will make my life a much happier place to be...

I am thankful its Friday because ITS FRIDAY!!!

What I'm Lovin' Wednesday...

I'm stealing this from a blog and from a friend of a friend... I am needing some direction in my blogging to keep me on track so I'm stealing ideas...
I am loving my little road trip today... I do some travel for work and I love it... I hate being away from my babies but I've never been a "in your bubble" kind of Mom and my fam all know that and I'm assuming they are okay with it... So back to what I'm loving today!

So I read a interesting article today... it said:

Doctor Wendy Magee, International Fellow in Music Therapy at London’s Institute of Neuropalliative Rehabilitation, describes music as a “mega-vitamin for the brain,” capable of influencing and improving motor function, communication and even cognition.

“When neural pathways are damaged for one particular function such as language, musical neural pathways are actually much more complex and much more widespread within the brain,” Magee told CNN. “Music seems to find re-routed paths and that is why it is such a useful tool in terms of helping people with different kinds of brain damage because it can help to find new pathways in terms of brain functioning.”


Music... I sing at the top of my lungs in the car when I'm driving... I love music and I love to sing... The best way I have found to listen to music in my office and in the car is Pandora - I have a few personal fav stations Ginny Owens, The Wreckers, and Lady Antebellum... So I am loving Music, singing and Pandora!

I'm also lovin' this beautiful "Flyover State"... A friend introduced me to a Jason Aldean song

 

"On the plains of Oklahoma
With a windshield sunset in your eyes
Like a watercolored painted sky
You'll think heavens doors have opened
You'll understand why God made
Those fly over states"

And it's given me a new perspective on the land that I'm driving by today...


I'm also loving the quiet time in the car, just me and my thoughts... Memories... I'm passing the place I spent most of my growing up years and I'm remembering driving way to fast down this same highway I'm on today, trying to make it home in time for curfew... I lived 30-45 minutes outside OKC way the heck out in the country. My Daddy was strict and I had a curfew of 10 o'clock on weekends... For a girl who is notoriously late I was pretty much on time for curfew... I knew better... Although I did manage to rack up about 10 speeding tickets by the time I was 18... But my big blue eyes worked well with that small town judge, I only ended up with 1 on my record...

So I'm loving this drive down memory lane today through this beautiful flyover state!

Signed,

-Me

Project 64~Week 7~Indigo

New venture for me... I love taking pictures and I don't think a singe day goes by that I don't snap a couple... So here goes nothing!


This is my first week of this challenge and I am already 7 weeks behind! LOL Just like me... late as usual!


I saw the color of the week on a friends bog and immediately thought of a picture that I took a few months ago of my beautiful daughter! We saw a photo at a art show of a girl and I asked the photographer where the picture was taken and she said somewhere downtown Tulsa... We looked at each other and immediately decided we needed to find it.  So on a weekday when we were totally unprepared and rushing we jumped in the car with a few outfits for her to change into and took off toward downtown in search of the perfect background. My lil' girl is all of 14 years old and looks like a grown woman ( Grrrrrr ) in these pictures but shes still my baby and I love the pics we took... We had a blast doing it! So here is the little indigo blue arch that is in a alleyway and one of the coolest places to take pictures!

 So chose either the wall behind her, the shirt shes wearing, the "I Love Boobies" bracelet shes wearing ( yeahhh, Mom had to be convinced that was really a fundraiser for breast cancer ) or her beautiful Indigo Blue Eyes... My Wenie... Love you beautiful!


Signed,


Just Mom

History Lesson #1

Let’s get some of my story out of the way… I think as time goes on you might wonder why I am the mixed up Hot Mess that I am… so let me explain…

Here is a little part of My Life… as I see it ;-))

My parents met in High School here in Tulsa. They both graduated in 1974 from Edison. My father went straight into the Navy after high school and my Mom enrolled in college at TU for all of one semester. He came home on a 3 day leave and Mom announced to my Grandparents that she was marrying my father while he was on leave and that the wedding needed to be planned in like a week or something crazy like that. My grandparents were the typical middle class couple, socially active in the right circles in Tulsa. Now their only child was dropping out of college to marry a hippy and move to California while he was gone on a submarine somewhere in the ocean… Lovely! They were NOT thrilled to say the least… But I am a result of that union so thank you Mom!

My Mom ended up prego  with me shortly after the bliss began where she was all alone in San Diego with her new family outlaws and her new husband and I'm sure she felt a world away from little Tulsa Oklahoma where the world was safe. 

So here is the first reason I’m probably a mess at times… My Mom has told me numerous times that back then (in the 70’s) the warning labels on cigarettes concerning pregnant women was the new big deal…  but no one ever said it was a problem to smoke weed… it was natural and organic so surly it wouldn’t hurt the baby… REALLY!!! That just blows my mind… but apparently it didn’t blow it too much while I was forming in the womb because I didn’t come out twitching or anything… J J 

My Mom & sperm donor moved back to Tulsa when I was 9 months old. I think him telling her he couldn’t wait to do drugs with his daughter when I turned 4 might have pushed her over the edge… or maybe it was the time he beat the hell out of her and she locked herself in the bathroom and crawled out the window to escape.  The point of telling this “messiness” is to say Thank God (& Thank You Mom) I was NOT raised by that man and in that family!  I am a firm believer that my life would not be where it is today had I not been removed from that situation. My father has since married the woman he was screwing while he was married to my Mom. They produced 3 children of their own that are very very sad humans contributing nothing to society. None of my half siblings have  graduated high school, all have spent time in jail, all have had children that have been taken away, all are on welfare and all of them are drug users of some form or another! 

When people say you are a product of your environment I truly believe that is a very valid statement… I met my father for the first time that I actually remember when I was 12 and I’ve seen him about a dozen times over the last 20+ years since. This story sounds very sad but believe me its not... it only gets better from here…

9 months old and back in Tulsa is where my life truly began.  It all started in a little pink corduroy bell bottom pants suit... The rest of the story will unfold from here as more history lessons are told about My life… as I see it ;-))

Signed ,

Mixed up - but Very Blessed - Hot Mess

Friday.....Ahhhhh!!!!

This might just be a perfect Friday afternoon... Mmmmm Sangria and Mexican Style Shrimp Cocktail & Guacamole! Oh and in case you didn't know this... The world is a better place because of horseradish!! Yummy

Happy Birthday Wilkie

Yesterday was my husband’s Birthday…  So I thought I would blog about him… he loves it when I blog (NOT) so this is in his honor!  Love you sweetie!!

I am going to tell the story of how we met!

So a little history about me before I tell you about the moment of bliss when I laid eyes on The Wilkie! It was in the fall shortly after Sept 11^th, I had lost my job at Williams Co. and was on unemployment for the first time in my life… My Grandfather passed away sometime in October from cancer and I was devastated… he was the only man in my life that had ever been a constant! I also thought I was getting a inheritance that upon last check was worth a bunch but come to find out he had left it all to his new wife who he had married 6 weeks before he died… AND I had decided to move back in with my Mom to save money… Life was GREAT! Not!!! SO…

It was a Thursday night and I had been in my jammies all day, not showered when my Mom called. See at the time my Mom was single and a little on the wild and crazy side… She says “Ronnie Lynn lets go out tonight! I think you are depressed and you need to get all dolled up and feel good about yourself and go out with me!” Ummmm… Yeahhhh… NO!  I had no intention of going anywhere much less someplace that required me to put on makeup and I didn’t have any money to be spending on drinks so I was out!  2 hours later she was picking me up and we were headed to the Scaryvan (Caravan- large dance floor, country music blaring, free beer for the ladies, cowboys asking girls to dance- you know the place) where I had sworn we would be leaving at 11 as soon as free beer was over and I would be home and in bed by 11:30 at the latest!

Now you know how at these types of dance places you watch all the people on the dance floor as they twirl past you… that’s what we did. We sat on some barstools on the side of the dance floor and we both noticed this one guy who was an amazing dancer. He was flipping girls and spinning them all over the place… So my Mom says “Hey isn’t that guy dancing that Dave guy?” I thought she was talking about some dude she had gone out on a date with… I said “I don’t know, do you want me to ask him?” and she said yes… by this point the dancing dude had sat down on the stage right in front of us so I walked around and said “Hi, is your name Dave?” and he said… “It is Dave if you want it to be!” … I rolled my eyes and started to walk off… He grabbed my hand and said “I’m just kidding, come sit down and tell me about you“OK!!! So remember my recent life drama… yeahhhh… probably not the most appealing “tale of me” … where did I work? Oh wait!! Didn’t have a job… Where did I live? Ummm … in a condo but I was getting ready to move in with my Mother!!! Oh and I’m 25, I’ve been married, divorced and a single Mom…I have a 5 year old daughter…  Then he tells me about him!! He pulls out his business card out of his wallet and hands it to me and says “I sell toilet paper for a living, my name is Steve, I’m 33, divorced and I have 2 kids, my daughter turned 7 yesterday ( it was Nov 8^th )and my son is 4… At this point I said “Nice to meet you” and I quickly got up and walked back over to my Mom who was intently watching and trying to listen ( as in hand cupped around ear leaning forward ) I informed her that his name was not Dave and that I was fairly certain he was Gay! I told her that guys that are that cute and charming, dressed in slacks polo shirts and dress shoes at the Scaryvan & could dance like that were 100% gay! 

Shortly after this it was 11 o’clock and I insisted on leaving. As I was walking to the door I felt someone grab my arm and I swung around ready to fight… it was Steve! He said “Hey, can I take you to lunch?” I immediately responded “No, I don’t date guys I meet in bars” He asked me “Where do you grocery shop?” I looked at him perplexed and said… “Albertsons… why?”  He quickly responded…  “I want you to know that I wish I had met you in a grocery store” Just as quickly I spat back… “Really? Well now you know where I shop so maybe I’ll see you there sometime” and I turned around and walked off…

So the next day I had a job interview that went horribly wrong, I left crying… my Mom had called at least 3 times to tell me she thought I should call that gay guy I had met last night, and so I did! I gave in… what the heck… this can’t get any worse right??? 

I called his office and left a message “Hey, If you know my name and still want to do lunch I’m in.”  He called back in 3.2 seconds … “Hi Ronnie… where are we having lunch?” I was in shock…

I met him for lunch at the Brook …

I will stop this story now because the date and the next 3 days are a story for another day and another blog.

So now on this Happy Birthday Blog to my husband known to most as Wilkie… I say Happy Birthday and I am so glad you weren’t gay dear…

Love you…

Signed,

Mrs Wilkie

My own personal sunrise... :-)

So I asked God to PLEASE stop with the pillow fighting over our heads and Thanked Him for painting me a personal fabulous sunrise! Then I asked him to send in the rain to help grow my walk with Him... And He did!!! It's rainy and overcast in T-town today and I am loving it!!! Thank you for making our lives so different everyday... It keeps us sensitive to our surroundings and even though I may have favorites I will still appreciate the variety God shows us here on planet earth!!!! Have a Great Rainy Day Friends!!!!

Signed, Appreciative

P.S. I posted this in the morning and of course now it's beautiful and sunny outside... Again I have to say thanks for the variety in my world!

I felt this was a wonderful Life Lesson!!!!

Cleaning Lady.

During my second month of college, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions until I read the last one:

"What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?"

Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50's, but how would I know her name?

I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade.

"Absolutely," said the professor. "In your careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do Is smile and say "hello."

I've never forgotten that lesson.

I also learned her name was Dorothy

True friendship is felt, not said.

Is life is too busy?

So after this weekend I have figured out that I am busy even when I’m not busy!!! Here is how my weekend went….

So I got ready to leave work Friday and help deliver a catering before I go home… it was snowing outside and I had all my crap in my hands walking to the car…… Whoops! I slipped and fell in the parking lot! Ok… let me say something here… I don’t know if its age (old) or if it’s the weight (fat) that makes this such a horrible thing…  I know it’s kind of funny and I’m sure the visual is fantastic right now as you LOL but Damn it hurt! My elbow is black and blue and so is my hip… My work cell phone took a nice little sled ride across the parking lot… I was a mess!


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Cabin Fever!!!!

So Friday by about 1 o'clock I was at home in bed 800 mg down of Ibuprofen and sleeping… I slept for 4 hours! I woke up and ached from head to toe… So my husband had cabin fever really really bad by this point in the week since he had been snowed in with all of us since Wednesday and he insisted on doing something.

We went to Georges in Jenks… if you haven’t been there it is a fantastic little place downtown Jenks and it’s just a little local Irish pub… we ate dinner and had a few drinks.  I got an email saying Seth’s basketball game had been canceled for Saturday morning… shocker! Since the entire city of Tulsa has been shut down since Tuesday morning… Grrrrr… this city is absolutely ridiculous! So now my Saturday morning is clear! I promptly planned coffee with whatever girls thought they might be able to make it around 10 AM Saturday!

Saturday morning (dead to the world) my daughter came in and said “Mom get up, my phone is blowing up and your friends are at Starbucks waiting on you” Ummmmm… I jumped up and brushed my teeth and ran out the door! I met CoryJo, her Dad and My Lil Cuz for coffee and then on to I-Hop! Breakfast and then home… I was sicker than a dog… I felt like I was going to puke all day…

When I got home Steve said we needed to run some errands… OH!!! Almost forgot! My company phone has bit the dust at this point! Yes… I guess the sleigh ride across the parking lot at work didn’t feel well to the phone either! Its key pad doesn’t work! So I agreed to go run errands with Steve thinking I would stop at the AT&T store and get my phone fixed… After a excruciating hour at Target with every other person in Tulsa that had been stuck in their houses for 4 DAYS… we ventured down to Southern Ag for Dog food and then on to the AT&T store… Bad news there…  My phone is DRT (dead right there) !

We got home, made dinner and I went to the bedroom to moan groan and puke… I was sick all evening and I just laid in bed while my husband ran circles around me cleaning and doing laundry… he’s would make an AMAZING WIFE!

The Con Man - WOW 14 yrs old

I thought maybe I would check to make sure church was still on for Sunday… UMMMM, YEAHH… NO! Canceled… REALLY PEOPLE!!! It’s not that bad out there… so I watched the sermon on line… and went to bed… (BTW the sermon was about sex, I love our pastor!!)

Sunday morning, No church and Jenifer’s softball is CANCELED! So Steve says he want to take Connor to lunch for his birthday which was last week and totally missed because of the snow… So we went to Red Robin and had lunch after stopping at the bank and Reasors for a birthday card… I grabbed stuff for my homemade chili tonight at Reasors… After lunch we came home and cleaned house for a little while… the Superbowl ( BTW two thoughts on this event - Cristina Aguiliara was a disgrace because she screwed up the words of the National Anthem, and the halftime show was the Blackeyed Peas and they sounded horrible because their sound was all messed up - Ive seen them in person and they were amazing so I was very disappointed, as far a the actual football game, who cares... Steelers and Greenbay blahh) I worked on my work laptop…

So now here I sit telling you about my totally CANCELED weekend that was as busy as if I had a full calendar! How does that happen? I wonder if I would be busy if I went away to a cabin in the woods and didn’t make any plans... does busy just follow me???

Signed,

- The ever busy girl

Words of wisdom..

"If you live to be 100, I hope I live to be 100 minus 1 day, so I never have to live without you."
- Winnie The Pooh

Kids + Dogs = Memories!

I have been stuck at home for the past 3 days surrounded by 14 inches of snow and snow drifts 4 ft tall... I have also been sick as a dog and so has my daughter!

Now to top this wonderfulness off, my husband has been gone for 2 of the three days and my rambunctious completely unsupervised son has gone through 4700 different outfits as he has come in and out of the wonderland we now call Snowklahoma! Jen and I have just sneezed, and coughed and moaned and groaned on the couches while this crazy blizzard has swirled around us ( that is Seth I am talking about )...

In all this blurr of the past few days I have been thinking about blogging, and how I have missed so many good stories over the past month and how can I possible catch you all up!!! So I wont try...

While I have been stuck at home my email and my Facebook have been my constant touch with the outside world... My Mom sent me some really cool old family photos today and I cant wait to share them with everyone! So here is the first!

That is me at the ripe old age of about 3 with my all time favorite dog ( well my grandparents dog ) named CinnieSue... Here is where my love of weenie dogs started! ( kick dogs, as my husband so lovingly calls them - cause they get under his feet and he just wants to kick them, hense the reason we have two huge labs! ) 

My Grandmaw and Bappy lived out in the country in their dream home which they build by hand with the help of friends and family. I stayed with them A LOT! I think I would have lived with them... Not because I didn't love and wouldn't have missed my Mom, but because I was completely in love with my grandparents and their life! If you know me you know how close we were and how much they meant to me... and how dearly I miss them!

CinnieSue and I played outside in the woods, the sand box and in the rock garden every chance we got! She was the coolest dog ever! She could spot a snake from a mile away and would go bananas barking... by the time my Grandmother got her pistol out of her purse ( yes she carried a concealed weapon way before it was legal ) and went outside to kill the snake it was usually gone due to the barking and harassing that CinnieSue had accomplished! My Grandmother was deathly afraid of snakes and I knew this... she would make me go in the house and then she would go outside (eyes closed) and she would open them just long enough to spot the snake, and then she would take aim... she kept her eyes closed and shot... She shot a snake out of a tree one time! I think she probably missed most of the time and the snakes were scared to death of the crazy gun wielding lady with the dogs and the short sidekick! I once saw a lizard on the back patio and decided it would be the highlight of the day to watch Grandmaw freak out... so I started screaming "SNAKE, SNAKE" !!! She came running out of the house, gun in hand yelling "WHERE WHERE" ( eyes closed ) when she opened her eyes and saw me pointing to a little green and blue lizard bathing in the sun... the gun lowered and she turned around and looked back at me... CINNIE & I RAN!!! Up to my room and under the bed where we both hid all afternoon!

Now that I'm older I realize that time in the world of a child stands still and in my adult life now it flies by! So I'm sure it was probably after 5 when the snake (lizard) episode happened and my grandfather (Bappy) walked in the door from work 30 minutes after I hid under my bed, but in my child timeline I was under my bed hiding from the crazy gun wielding snake hating lady for hours and hours!

Bappy opened the door and said something along the lines of: "Ronnie Lynn... your not in trouble... come out... your Grandmaw's not in here... its safe"... I remember him explaining to me that it wasn't nice to try and scare Grandmaw and that I had to go hug her and apologize... then I remember him laughing and hugging me and making me promise to never ever tell Grandmaw he was laughing because it was NOT funny... I never told her...

I told CinnieSue, but she never told either! See she was my partner in crime! She had barked at that stupid little lizard like it was a huge Copperhead snake! We were buddies... best buddies!

I miss them all... My Bappy was the man in my life that was always my biggest fan, even when I was wrong... My Grandmaw took care of me most of my little girl years and all of my precious memories are because of her... My puppy CinnieSue, the best weenie dog of all times!

Signed,

CinnieSue's Best Friend and Loved Granddaughter

Just not sure...

I have attempted this blogging thing and when I do it I really really enjoy it... the problem is I don't do it enough is what I'm thinking. I have read other bloggers and everyone says you have to blog often... I know I have time to blog I just don't know how to stay consistent at doing it! Should I blog on certain days, should I push myself to blog every single day? I just don't know but I'm thinking that I'm over thinking it! LOL...

But... here is the next Blog! Oh and feel free to post comments on my bloggers block... I am open to suggestions!