I can get very depressed when the sun doesn't show her pretty light, and that would be today. I am getting ready to read my book on cassette tapes for my aunt and uncle because their eyes aren't as good as they use to be. I have new ideas to start a sequel for WHAT'S DONE IS DONE. My honey had a low sugar attack on Saturday and on and on I could go. What usually happens to me at this stage of depression is that I can't accomplish anything, and that includes cleaning house. All this adds up to me feeling worse about everything. I'm really want to get to Face Book and do some stuff but for some reason, I can't get in the way I usually do. It looks like they have changed things and I don't like it.
Some people on Face Book just complain all the time and that is frustrating also. Kind of reminds me of what I'm doing now. But they do it constantly. So, I thought if I can get this out of my system now, I'll feel better and can let go of it.
This is the question "hey, where do you want me to go from here. Yes, I could make a book out of my life but then I guess that would be another issue."
So followers and people who read this regularly, give me some ideas. I have highlights of my "continued life" that I could write without boring you with too many details.
Any way I would like to thank anyone in advance who will give me some suggestions.
Until next time,
God Bless
WHAT'S DONE IS DONE
Monday, September 28, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Christmas
Today when I was talking to Mary on the phone, she told me that she didn't remember have any other dolls except the one with the black face. I told her that she had many and she said, " I probably did but that is the only one I remember. But you know what my favorite Christmas present was, Mom?" No, I responded. "It was the box of cereal that you guys wrapped and gave us each year."
You see, I was on a big time health thing, and I didn't allow cereal with colors or sugar. But at Christmas time one year, I asked each of them except Shawn, who wasn't here yet, what their favorite kind was. I wrote it down and then we got each of them the kind of cereal they liked. We wrapped them like a Christmas present and put them under the tree with the rest of the stuff. No one was allowed to touch the other persons' box unless they got permission. Well, I guess they liked this and seemed to look forward to it. See how small things can turn into big ones?
Until tomorrow,
God Bless
You see, I was on a big time health thing, and I didn't allow cereal with colors or sugar. But at Christmas time one year, I asked each of them except Shawn, who wasn't here yet, what their favorite kind was. I wrote it down and then we got each of them the kind of cereal they liked. We wrapped them like a Christmas present and put them under the tree with the rest of the stuff. No one was allowed to touch the other persons' box unless they got permission. Well, I guess they liked this and seemed to look forward to it. See how small things can turn into big ones?
Until tomorrow,
God Bless
Monday, September 21, 2009
Were we ever poor ?
I have realized that this will not be in order. The reason is some days I think of what I want to write and it might not be what happened next. So, I'm throwing the order of things right out the window. How's that?
In 1973, my dad had a massive heart attack and died. He had been having problems for a long time and was convinced he would die of a heart attack like his dad. He did. My mom bought a small white satin cross and it had tiny red roses mixed with babes breath on it. It had a pretty gold ribbon on it that said Grandpa. After the flowers dried, I put it in a dresser drawer and every once in a while I would pull it out and just hold it and cry because I missed my dad so much. I'm so grateful that my mom wouldn't let it go to the grave site. She said I should be able to keep it.
About two months before Dad passed away, we bought land and a mobile home in Conesus. There was a addition on the back and we bought another one for the front. Now that gave us two more bedrooms. With six kids at the time, we really needed them. The first couple years I loved it out there. When we had been there six or seven years, I totally hated it. Money was very short all the time and my kids remember getting broken things for Christmas because daddy drove truck for a toy store and the men usually could take home the broken stuff at the holidays. I remember one year when they got bikes but they had to have parts fixed before the big day. Usually brakes, stuff like that. Nice remote control cars and trucks that only worked when you pushed them, so we took off the remote and the wires. I don't remember if they were old enough to realize this or not. One year, Mary and Virginia each got a doll that had black paint across their pretty little faces. You see that was how the company knew they didn't work correctly. They slapped a streak of black paint on the face of the doll. I remember how bad I felt giving them to our girls. As adults they have both told me that those were the best dolls they ever got. Even though they were imperfect, they were given in love and received with love. Kind of like what God did when he gave Jesus for us. He gave in love and we need to receive in love. The difference was that Jesus is perfect not imperfect like the little dolls.
To sum up the title and question of today, were we poor? Absolutely not. Don't let anybody ever say you are poor if you don't have money and a lot of material possessions. That is a lie from the pit of hell.
Until tomorrow,
Goodbye and God Bless y'all. ( Just for you Shawn, your favorite word.)
In 1973, my dad had a massive heart attack and died. He had been having problems for a long time and was convinced he would die of a heart attack like his dad. He did. My mom bought a small white satin cross and it had tiny red roses mixed with babes breath on it. It had a pretty gold ribbon on it that said Grandpa. After the flowers dried, I put it in a dresser drawer and every once in a while I would pull it out and just hold it and cry because I missed my dad so much. I'm so grateful that my mom wouldn't let it go to the grave site. She said I should be able to keep it.
About two months before Dad passed away, we bought land and a mobile home in Conesus. There was a addition on the back and we bought another one for the front. Now that gave us two more bedrooms. With six kids at the time, we really needed them. The first couple years I loved it out there. When we had been there six or seven years, I totally hated it. Money was very short all the time and my kids remember getting broken things for Christmas because daddy drove truck for a toy store and the men usually could take home the broken stuff at the holidays. I remember one year when they got bikes but they had to have parts fixed before the big day. Usually brakes, stuff like that. Nice remote control cars and trucks that only worked when you pushed them, so we took off the remote and the wires. I don't remember if they were old enough to realize this or not. One year, Mary and Virginia each got a doll that had black paint across their pretty little faces. You see that was how the company knew they didn't work correctly. They slapped a streak of black paint on the face of the doll. I remember how bad I felt giving them to our girls. As adults they have both told me that those were the best dolls they ever got. Even though they were imperfect, they were given in love and received with love. Kind of like what God did when he gave Jesus for us. He gave in love and we need to receive in love. The difference was that Jesus is perfect not imperfect like the little dolls.
To sum up the title and question of today, were we poor? Absolutely not. Don't let anybody ever say you are poor if you don't have money and a lot of material possessions. That is a lie from the pit of hell.
Until tomorrow,
Goodbye and God Bless y'all. ( Just for you Shawn, your favorite word.)
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Where to go next ?
Where to go next is the question.
I've been thinking that I want to start another blog just for my writing or maybe get a website. Then this one can be for personal stuff. Because some of you have asked for more, I will continue with my life but I also want to say that I have had many requests for a sequel to WHAT'S DONE IS DONE and I am moving ahead to start that also. Now, if I could just find a housekeeper for our little apartment . When I get busy with my creative imagination, I don't want to stop to clean. Mary used to clean for me weekly, but she has a very bad back problem and has a hard time keeping up her own house and garden. She is in a lot of pain and still her gardens are beautiful. She has a passion for them like I do for writing. Plus she and I work together on my books. She is like my critique partner. If something sounds off, she isn't afraid to tell me. That is good. Then we work to make it better. I really just want my floors mopped once a week or so and my things in the kitchen and living room straightened up once a week. Oh, and dusting too because John is allergic to dust mites. So why can't I squeeze in an hour to do this? I don't know. Guess it's not top priority. I know it sounds bad but I am telling the truth. So if my wonderful husband forgets to tell me he has invited someone over, I'm a basket case and poor man I make sure he knows it. But he says he loves me any how. How good is that!
I know Rose is waiting to hear some more so I'll give you a little today.
In 1981 Todd was getting ready to go to Alfred Tech. He had spent his last two years in high school going to Boces half days for auto mechanics. As a kid, he was usually watching his dad fix our cars and that is what he wanted to do. But he wanted to be a mechanic who worked on big trucks and heavy duty stuff. Keep that thought.
Now, the year before he was to leave(if my memory is correct). I need to put a disclaimer here, "my memory could me off anytime and it is not my fault. I'm just human. There, that should do it." Mary met and fell in love. She was pretty young, so I had a hard time with this. We looked forward to taking Todd and getting him settled in to the house that rented rooms to Alfred Tech kids. I never did get to go. His dad took him and I went to bed. Why? My daughter, still madly in love, was due to have a baby two weeks earlier and she was late. At one-thirty in the morning she woke me up to say her stomach felt weird and she had a few pains. We got dressed and called Rob who lived with his parents and said it's time to go. I'll never forget on the way to the hospital in Rochester from Conesus, she said, she couldn't think the contractions could get any worse. I kept quiet, I wasn't going to be the one who told her that she was just getting started. She had planned to walk around so thing would hapapen faster but due to the doctor telling us that she had developed toxemia, she had to stay in bed. They thought she might go into seizures so they pinned towels on the rail of her bed. I was so scared. Back then only one person was allowed into the labor room. Not like today, you could have your whole family and some people do. Well, Mary wanted Rob with her, so I was sent to the waiting room where John was wishing something was on the TV worth watching to pass the time. Now, I'm not dumb and I knew because of her age I could have probably insisted that I was going to be the one with her. But I knew she shouldn't get anymore upset with her BP being so high to begin with. A little before 3pm, her doctor told us that they were probably going to do a c-section because things weren't progressing like they should. They predicted a big baby. Now a few minutes later Rob came to the waiting room to say they kicked him out be cause they were going to put her to sleep for the section. About five minutes later, a nurse came to get him and didn't say anything to us. We were pretty upset at that point. Well, what had happened after he left the delivery room was that they told Mary she could push once more and if the baby didn't come, they were immediately putting her out and doing the section. I'm sure you've guessed it, out popped Robert David. Rob missed the delivery but was so happy that Mary and his son were okay. Robbie was born will a cone head and bells palsy because he had been stuck in the birth canal for so long. We followed the nurse to the 'Special Care Nursery' and she explained it was just a precaution so they could watch him closely. Then she told John and I that he was a good size baby and I said "What did he weigh?" She responded 10lbs, 9ozs. I thought I would faint. Mary ended up in a private room and a special crash cart by her bed because her blood pressure was still so high.
We finally took Rob to my mom's house to get some sleep, and now it's very late afternoon and Todd still had to go to Alfred Tech, yet. Classes started the next day. I was already sick from stress and no sleep, so John pleaded with me to stay home and go to bed. I felt like I was deserting Todd by not going with them. But I just couldn't. The next weekend we all, and I mean all, took a trip so Todd could meet his new nephew.
Our pediatrician said if the Bells Palsy didn't clear up in about 10 days, Robbie might have brain damage. At two months he still had it, so we were off to see a specialist who said he is fine, he just needs a little more time to get over it than most babies.
Robbie is fine. Fell in love with his high school sweetheart, moved to Florida a few years ago and have three beautiful daughters. Mary(because she started so young was a grandmother as young as I was). "Pay back, Mary."
In ending with this part I want to say Mary and Rob had two more boys and they will be celebrating their 25th anniversary next year. Still in love.
Until next time, good bye.
God Bless you all dear family and friends.
I've been thinking that I want to start another blog just for my writing or maybe get a website. Then this one can be for personal stuff. Because some of you have asked for more, I will continue with my life but I also want to say that I have had many requests for a sequel to WHAT'S DONE IS DONE and I am moving ahead to start that also. Now, if I could just find a housekeeper for our little apartment . When I get busy with my creative imagination, I don't want to stop to clean. Mary used to clean for me weekly, but she has a very bad back problem and has a hard time keeping up her own house and garden. She is in a lot of pain and still her gardens are beautiful. She has a passion for them like I do for writing. Plus she and I work together on my books. She is like my critique partner. If something sounds off, she isn't afraid to tell me. That is good. Then we work to make it better. I really just want my floors mopped once a week or so and my things in the kitchen and living room straightened up once a week. Oh, and dusting too because John is allergic to dust mites. So why can't I squeeze in an hour to do this? I don't know. Guess it's not top priority. I know it sounds bad but I am telling the truth. So if my wonderful husband forgets to tell me he has invited someone over, I'm a basket case and poor man I make sure he knows it. But he says he loves me any how. How good is that!
I know Rose is waiting to hear some more so I'll give you a little today.
In 1981 Todd was getting ready to go to Alfred Tech. He had spent his last two years in high school going to Boces half days for auto mechanics. As a kid, he was usually watching his dad fix our cars and that is what he wanted to do. But he wanted to be a mechanic who worked on big trucks and heavy duty stuff. Keep that thought.
Now, the year before he was to leave(if my memory is correct). I need to put a disclaimer here, "my memory could me off anytime and it is not my fault. I'm just human. There, that should do it." Mary met and fell in love. She was pretty young, so I had a hard time with this. We looked forward to taking Todd and getting him settled in to the house that rented rooms to Alfred Tech kids. I never did get to go. His dad took him and I went to bed. Why? My daughter, still madly in love, was due to have a baby two weeks earlier and she was late. At one-thirty in the morning she woke me up to say her stomach felt weird and she had a few pains. We got dressed and called Rob who lived with his parents and said it's time to go. I'll never forget on the way to the hospital in Rochester from Conesus, she said, she couldn't think the contractions could get any worse. I kept quiet, I wasn't going to be the one who told her that she was just getting started. She had planned to walk around so thing would hapapen faster but due to the doctor telling us that she had developed toxemia, she had to stay in bed. They thought she might go into seizures so they pinned towels on the rail of her bed. I was so scared. Back then only one person was allowed into the labor room. Not like today, you could have your whole family and some people do. Well, Mary wanted Rob with her, so I was sent to the waiting room where John was wishing something was on the TV worth watching to pass the time. Now, I'm not dumb and I knew because of her age I could have probably insisted that I was going to be the one with her. But I knew she shouldn't get anymore upset with her BP being so high to begin with. A little before 3pm, her doctor told us that they were probably going to do a c-section because things weren't progressing like they should. They predicted a big baby. Now a few minutes later Rob came to the waiting room to say they kicked him out be cause they were going to put her to sleep for the section. About five minutes later, a nurse came to get him and didn't say anything to us. We were pretty upset at that point. Well, what had happened after he left the delivery room was that they told Mary she could push once more and if the baby didn't come, they were immediately putting her out and doing the section. I'm sure you've guessed it, out popped Robert David. Rob missed the delivery but was so happy that Mary and his son were okay. Robbie was born will a cone head and bells palsy because he had been stuck in the birth canal for so long. We followed the nurse to the 'Special Care Nursery' and she explained it was just a precaution so they could watch him closely. Then she told John and I that he was a good size baby and I said "What did he weigh?" She responded 10lbs, 9ozs. I thought I would faint. Mary ended up in a private room and a special crash cart by her bed because her blood pressure was still so high.
We finally took Rob to my mom's house to get some sleep, and now it's very late afternoon and Todd still had to go to Alfred Tech, yet. Classes started the next day. I was already sick from stress and no sleep, so John pleaded with me to stay home and go to bed. I felt like I was deserting Todd by not going with them. But I just couldn't. The next weekend we all, and I mean all, took a trip so Todd could meet his new nephew.
Our pediatrician said if the Bells Palsy didn't clear up in about 10 days, Robbie might have brain damage. At two months he still had it, so we were off to see a specialist who said he is fine, he just needs a little more time to get over it than most babies.
Robbie is fine. Fell in love with his high school sweetheart, moved to Florida a few years ago and have three beautiful daughters. Mary(because she started so young was a grandmother as young as I was). "Pay back, Mary."
In ending with this part I want to say Mary and Rob had two more boys and they will be celebrating their 25th anniversary next year. Still in love.
Until next time, good bye.
God Bless you all dear family and friends.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Headache
Hi everyone,
I know it's been a few days since I have written, but I've been so busy getting things ready for the "Autumn in the Village" in Livonia on Sept,. 12. My friend, Cindy has had me making fliers and she is putting them on bulletin boards wherever she can. I was hoping to get another shipment of books before then but I don't think I will get it on time. So I'll sell what I have, and ship the others to people who order books.
"Rose, I mailed your book today."
I would like to go back to my life for you all but as you might have guessed by the title, I have a headache. Forgive me, but I need to quit for tonight.
Until next time,
God Bless
I know it's been a few days since I have written, but I've been so busy getting things ready for the "Autumn in the Village" in Livonia on Sept,. 12. My friend, Cindy has had me making fliers and she is putting them on bulletin boards wherever she can. I was hoping to get another shipment of books before then but I don't think I will get it on time. So I'll sell what I have, and ship the others to people who order books.
"Rose, I mailed your book today."
I would like to go back to my life for you all but as you might have guessed by the title, I have a headache. Forgive me, but I need to quit for tonight.
Until next time,
God Bless
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