I'm stressed but excited. Tomorrow (today) the reunion starts. I haven't done what I wanted to get done before I leave (big surprise) and can't sleep (nuther surprise) and seem to be getting nothing accomplished. OK, so all is normal with me!
I'm thrilled that 1/6 of my grandchildren (or 2/7) will be there and 2/8 of my kids. I'm taking the monster so that should be fun too. I'm taking cards with hopes of getting a game of Crazy Rummy going. Wanna take any bets on whether it will happen? Oh, well.
I will put pictures on the Ferrell Family blog as so as I can. Ta Ta For Now
Friday, May 23, 2008
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Chihuahuas
Even five years ago, if you had told me I would own a Chihuahua, much less love the rascal - well, let's just say - you would have been on your way to the looney bin. Now here I am maintaining a blog for my Chihuahua and loving the life I have with this 5 1/2 pound ball of energy.
Now my Willow's Mom and Dad have a new litter of pups and I want all of them. Fortunately I have better sense than actually acting on that thought - but still. If you have not checked out Willow's Adventures lately, click on the link on the left side of this blog and go see Willow's new brother and sisters. So cute!
PS: If I didn't already know that I was nutty for the dogs, today would have proven it. I went to the movies tonight and saw a preview for a movie: Beverly Hills Chihuahua. As I watched the trailer with absolute glee, a part of me recognized that I'm insane. SIGH
Now my Willow's Mom and Dad have a new litter of pups and I want all of them. Fortunately I have better sense than actually acting on that thought - but still. If you have not checked out Willow's Adventures lately, click on the link on the left side of this blog and go see Willow's new brother and sisters. So cute!
PS: If I didn't already know that I was nutty for the dogs, today would have proven it. I went to the movies tonight and saw a preview for a movie: Beverly Hills Chihuahua. As I watched the trailer with absolute glee, a part of me recognized that I'm insane. SIGH
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Miracles
Today is a day to celebrate a few miracles. My children, (my oldest turns 31 today), my grandchildren (Tyler had his 1st b-day party today, with his daddy), friends (one picked me up on the way out of town so we could go to a baptism), my church (see last note) and miracles themselves. This day celebrates a true miracle with Sam.
Sam was four years old and was diagnosed with a horrible disease. His treatments were horrible and this little trooper was in Duke Hospital for a long time. That's how we met. His family belongs to the same church as me in a town a couple of hours away. Sam and his mom were going to be at Duke for a long time so someone in his church contacted someone in my church and a few friends and I went to the hospital to meet Sam. We fell in love with this courageous young man. I would tease him and tell him he was my boyfriend and I would stay with him in his room while other friends would take his mom out to shop or eat or just get out of the hospital. I think I watched "The Emperor's New Groove" and "Garfield" a gazillion times. We called this our "dates".
Anyway to make a long story a tad bit shorter, today Sam turned 8 and was baptized tonight. He was so sick four years ago and there were times I wasn't sure he was going to make it to his fifth birthday, much less his 8th. Through my church and a very sick little boy, God showed me one of his miracles. I am so grateful to Him for watching over Sam and his family.
PS: Just in case you are interested - he's still the best boyfriend ever!
Sam was four years old and was diagnosed with a horrible disease. His treatments were horrible and this little trooper was in Duke Hospital for a long time. That's how we met. His family belongs to the same church as me in a town a couple of hours away. Sam and his mom were going to be at Duke for a long time so someone in his church contacted someone in my church and a few friends and I went to the hospital to meet Sam. We fell in love with this courageous young man. I would tease him and tell him he was my boyfriend and I would stay with him in his room while other friends would take his mom out to shop or eat or just get out of the hospital. I think I watched "The Emperor's New Groove" and "Garfield" a gazillion times. We called this our "dates".
Anyway to make a long story a tad bit shorter, today Sam turned 8 and was baptized tonight. He was so sick four years ago and there were times I wasn't sure he was going to make it to his fifth birthday, much less his 8th. Through my church and a very sick little boy, God showed me one of his miracles. I am so grateful to Him for watching over Sam and his family.
PS: Just in case you are interested - he's still the best boyfriend ever!
Friday, May 2, 2008
Under 21 May NOT Read.
Secrets will be spilled - so beware.
I am used to living alone and most of the time I am ok with it. True, the plan was to be enjoying these years with Robbie after all the kids had moved away. Since I had three children when I met him, we had never been "alone" and able to enjoy the romance of being just the two of us. We didn't mind because we knew that one day we would have that time. Things didn't work out that way.
Two things I HATE is having to keep up the maintenance of a house and MOWING THE YARD. Years ago after several bad asthma attacks and allergic reactions that that resulted in serious respiratory infections - my doctor told me flat out - Do Not Cut Your Grass! Easier said than done. I can't afford a professional lawn care service and the few kids that cut grass grow up and I'm stuck - again. I finally found a guy who has done it for a couple of years but he doesn't seem to be doing it anymore. Years of search and here I go again. My grass has gotten totally out of hand.
After a months of looking for someone I can afford, I gave up and for the last week I have gone outside, using my electric mower, and cut a swatch of grass about 8' x 8'. By that point I need an inhaler and have to stop. The medicine always makes me shaky and wipes me out for a few hours. I go in, shower (allergies, remember?), go to bed with a fan blowing on me until I can move again. This isn't a very fast or effective way to cut the grass but "you gotta do, what you gotta do".
Now for the kicker. Someone who knows me and how this affects me found out I was cutting my grass and was appalled. She started chewing me out for not taking care of myself and why on earth was I doing this when I knew how bad it was for me????
OK folks, I know this is going to come as a huge surprise to you and you are going to be sooooo disappointed. The Grass-Cutting Fairy" does not exist. Brace yourself, there's more. The Easter Bunny? Nope - made up. Tooth Fairy? Oops, sorry! The Great Pumpkin still hasn't visited Linus yet and hold onto your seats, guys, this next one will be tough. Santa Claus is not a real person.
So, I'm cutting my own grass 8' at a time, dealing with huge limbs as they fall from the dead tree, ignoring the falls leaves and don't give a royal flip about how the house looks as long as it doesn't fall down around me. I have three bathrooms and only one toilet working. I only need one so who cares??
Grass-Cutting Fairies are a nice thought and who knows one day there might even be a holiday created for him. Can you feel my frustration coming though???????
One more note - lots of folks say that I should sell my house and move to a smaller place. That would take an enormous amount of work to get the house ready to sell and I don't want to do the work. Shoot me.
I am used to living alone and most of the time I am ok with it. True, the plan was to be enjoying these years with Robbie after all the kids had moved away. Since I had three children when I met him, we had never been "alone" and able to enjoy the romance of being just the two of us. We didn't mind because we knew that one day we would have that time. Things didn't work out that way.
Two things I HATE is having to keep up the maintenance of a house and MOWING THE YARD. Years ago after several bad asthma attacks and allergic reactions that that resulted in serious respiratory infections - my doctor told me flat out - Do Not Cut Your Grass! Easier said than done. I can't afford a professional lawn care service and the few kids that cut grass grow up and I'm stuck - again. I finally found a guy who has done it for a couple of years but he doesn't seem to be doing it anymore. Years of search and here I go again. My grass has gotten totally out of hand.
After a months of looking for someone I can afford, I gave up and for the last week I have gone outside, using my electric mower, and cut a swatch of grass about 8' x 8'. By that point I need an inhaler and have to stop. The medicine always makes me shaky and wipes me out for a few hours. I go in, shower (allergies, remember?), go to bed with a fan blowing on me until I can move again. This isn't a very fast or effective way to cut the grass but "you gotta do, what you gotta do".
Now for the kicker. Someone who knows me and how this affects me found out I was cutting my grass and was appalled. She started chewing me out for not taking care of myself and why on earth was I doing this when I knew how bad it was for me????
OK folks, I know this is going to come as a huge surprise to you and you are going to be sooooo disappointed. The Grass-Cutting Fairy" does not exist. Brace yourself, there's more. The Easter Bunny? Nope - made up. Tooth Fairy? Oops, sorry! The Great Pumpkin still hasn't visited Linus yet and hold onto your seats, guys, this next one will be tough. Santa Claus is not a real person.
So, I'm cutting my own grass 8' at a time, dealing with huge limbs as they fall from the dead tree, ignoring the falls leaves and don't give a royal flip about how the house looks as long as it doesn't fall down around me. I have three bathrooms and only one toilet working. I only need one so who cares??
Grass-Cutting Fairies are a nice thought and who knows one day there might even be a holiday created for him. Can you feel my frustration coming though???????
One more note - lots of folks say that I should sell my house and move to a smaller place. That would take an enormous amount of work to get the house ready to sell and I don't want to do the work. Shoot me.
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