Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Monday, May 26, 2008
I don`t know why i did`nt take advantage of this perfect rainy gloomy day.
Today was a great day to curl up on the couch with cups of hot steaming coffee, a couple of great movies, and a munchie or two. But, we did`nt do that.
So what did we do you ask? Well, we burned a half a tank of gas going to walmart to get my perscription, and a bolt of some sort for Mr Speedys Boss.
The Pharmacy was closed, of course. And Walmart did`nt have this bolt of some sort. So we ended up drowning our sorrows at subway. Very yummy i might add.
I Regret this Walmart decision.
If you had rain, i hope you made the RIGHT decision today.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
These are the ones i am thinking about this Memorial Weekend.
My Mom, Ethel--- A strong, opinionated, independant woman. She could definately take care of herself. Her sympathies always went to the underdog. Jeffery dahlmer, *that poor boy* were her exact words, i said, *mom, he eats people.* She said he was misunderstood. Oj Simson, * he is so handsome he could`nt have butchered his wife.* We went round and round about that one.
This woman loved to argue, most was in fun, but it did`nt matter if it were a man, a woman, or a child, if she could lure you into an argument, she was in her glory. Her love for her family was strong, and there was`nt anything she would`nt do for them, even though many times, we did`nt deserve her loyalty. I miss her.
My Father, Leroy----He was Much quieter than my Mother. His passions were fishing and hunting. He was a carpenter by trade, he built alot of houses in his day. If we wanted something, we went to dad, he was the easy target, and we did`nt have to argue our point with him like we did with mom. When he first met skip, the next morning i asked him what he thought of him. Dad said, * i think you fell into the deep end of the frying pan with this one.* Funny, because in the end, skip and my dad were as close as any son and father, they loved and respected each other. A couple years ago, i asked skip if he could bring anyone back for just one day, who would it be? His answer was , my dad. My dad was a good man. I miss him.
My Grandma and Grandpa. She was the strong silent type. Grandpa wore the pants in the family, and both of them gave us grandchildren wonderful memories of them when they were on the farm. Some days i get a wiff of something sweet, and it is the smell of grandma making nectar for us, that`s what it was called back then, nector. Todays sad version is Koolaid. Grandpas rule was that every sunday, all three of his girls and their kids better be on the farm for a family dinner, and we all were, every sunday. Me and my cousins grew up as close as sisters and brothers, and that was because of my grandparents. Looking back, that farm and those two people gave me some of my happiest memories. I am so grateful i had them.
My Brother Mark. I think of him often. I look at his son Ben, and see so much of my brother in him. It`s amazing how much the two of them are alike, in looks and manner. He was tall, had long legs, and his nickname in high school was Spider, mine was Legs. Guess we were built pretty much alike. I was closest to mark growing up. His death, never leaves me. Mark Was a Vietnam Veteran.
My Father in Law Don. I only knew Don a short while, He passed away about 3 years into my marriage. He died shortly after our son Adam was born. He was very tall and big, and had a booming voice. You did`nt want to get into an argument when he and His brother Fred were together, that`s for sure. I did that once and only once! He absolutely adored my daughter Sarah, he was so loving and gently with her, and called her Princess. She was only 3 when he died, so it is sad that they don`t have memories of their grandpa. Don had a special place in my heart, he was the only one in skips family who was happy we were getting married. ( it`s a long story!) He was in the hospital in Minneapolis and we stopped in to see him the day we were married. Don was also a WWII Veteran.
My Uncle Dale. He was one of the funniest man i knew, although i did`nt realize this untill i was an adult. When i was a kid, i spent alot of time at his house with my cousins, and mostly i remember him holloring MARGEEEEEEEEEEE do something with these kids. He never scolded us, he got my aunt to do that. He was my dads best friend. He was tall and skinny and had this pot belly, he`d lift up his t-shirt and puff out that belly and make us laugh when we were kids........and adults. He could make me laugh till i cried.
My Great Uncle Herbie. To me he looked like Mr Magoo. In his later years he went blind, and his eyes were always squinted like mr magoos. We`d have to give him a hug when we went to visit, and he`d know who we were basically by feeling us up. Weird but true. He was kind of the harmless dirty old man in our family. Even their priest had to reprimand him for feeling up the ladies at church. But, we knew herbie well, and other than having to put up with his hands and bumps and grinds , he was pretty cool. He was the family santa claus, had been since i was a tiny little girl. He was also a WWI Veteran. He lived into his 90`s .
Well, those are who i have thought about this memorial weekend, along with all the soldiers from wars past and present, and their families. Hope you all have a fantastic weekend, take care, and drive safely.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Mr. Speedy and I came home late from the casino tonight, not late as in time, but late as in bat flying time. I usually try to get into the house by dusk, i did`nt tonight, and i did see a bat, so up went the hood, and i raced into the house before one could tangle itself in my hair. They do that you know.
When i was a young girl, every saturday was spent with my cousins in their darkened living room watching those old black and white scary movies. Vampires, Werewolves, Frankenstein, you name it, we watched it. I suspect that is the reason for my extreme phobia with bats. I can think of no other reason.
When we were`nt watching scary movies, we were holed up in my cousins walk in closet, in pitch black darkness doing sceances, but those are another future blog.
So now spring is finally here in Minnesota, and i begin timing my activities around dusk and dawn, kind of like.............a vampire!
So, who would have thought that i would end up in a little town that houses approxiately 3-4 thousand bats? What a cruel trick of fate. But i did. You see, we have an underground mine in the area. It is`nt a working mine anymore, but it is filled with scientists doing tests on the minerals down there.
People come from all around the world to take the tour that brings you deep into the bowels of the mine, most people enjoy it very much, it`s interesting, it`s differant. I have never been down there. NEVER will. It is home to these little brown bats that are protected, because this area is the only area anywhere that has these little brown evil creatures.
Spring and summer, they can be found on the sides of buildings , swooping through your yard, and often swooping through your houses. Rarely in my house though, i have my house bat proofed and take every precaution to keep them out.
Anyway, it is bat season, and i am a very nervous camper. I need Dr Phil big time.
Enjoy your summer everyone.............during the daylight hours.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Even though i was so young, i instinctively knew She would be the greatest accomplishment of my life. Sarah is 35 now, I scratch my head sometimes in amazement when i think of what that tiny beautiful baby girl grew into. I suppose me and her father had a little to do with how she turned out, but Sarah had the most to do with it. She grew up to be extremely independant, a strong woman, talented, down to earth, a huntress,( she won`t like that word, too girly girly i think) a fisherwoman, a great mom, and a wonderful caring daughter, and sister. I take so much pleasure knowing she is living at this moment, the happiest time in her life. Our country girl. I am very proud of her.
Adam is a Macho kind of guy on the outside, but on the inside, He is a softy, and always there to lend a hand when one of His sisters need him, or His mom and dad. When he was 8ish, i was real real worried he`d lean towards a life of crime, we had moved from the country to town, and the lure of candy was great, so he`d pilfer my wallet, and buy candy, but he was always generous and would share with friends. My sister once told me, " It is impossible for a mother to turn her kids into the coppers." Not this mother. He was 8 when i turned him in for pilfering that wallet of mine. The copper came over, took adam out to the garage and explained to him what a life of crime would be like, as his grandmother and myself sat looking through the window crying. Adam always respected a uniform, and he listened to that copper, and turned his life around. hehe
Adam has grown to be a responsible, hard working , crime free son, i am very very proud of him. He is alot like is dad in many ways, and probably his dad had much to do with Adam turning out so good. Well, except for the crime free part, that was all me!
Rebecca is my blonde so to speak. She says the funniest damn things, even when she is`nt trying to be funny. She is also our closest thing to a neat freak that we have, and she did`nt get that from me. Since she was little, she was the one to keep her room clean, she took care of her clothes, when you asked her to do something for you, like dishes for instance, she was the one who stepped up first. This was probably not real nice to do, but when she was about 10 or so, I`d say, awee bec, you are our cinderella, always cleaning up after everyone, and her father would pipe in, poor poor cinderella. Suddenly tears would roll down her cheeks , i guess she was feelin a little sorry for herself. We`d chuckle. It was so cute. As of yet, she has`nt sought out a shrink for that fun little thing we used to do.
Rebecca grew up to be very independant also, a very strong woman , with a big heart, and even though she lives in the country, unlike her older sister, she is at heart ,a city girl, with a great sense of humor. Proud as punch of this one too
Since Allison was little, we did`nt always know what was going on with her , she was never one to come home and say, "guess what happened in school today?" No, she never did that. I either had to pry things out of her, or hear it from her siblings or teachers. She is still that way today, and she is ummmm 28. Like the other night? Her and her sister in law Jo went to see the Thunder Down Under. I asked allison, did you have a good time? Answer, "yeah, it was fun." Jo told me all about it.
Allison grew up to be a very straight forward woman, if you ask her something, she will give you a straight answer, even if it is something you don`t want to hear. Very honest. If i asked her, " how do i look in this micro mini skirt ally?" She will tell me....."like crap mom." And you know that is exactly how you look!
I wish i were more like that. She also marches to her own drum,She always has, and if someone does`nt like that drum, too bad. I wish i were more like that. I`m very proud of this baby.
In the end, we have four great kids, yes, they still bicker amongst themselves occationally, they still do things we don`t always approve of, and most likely always will. Thank Goodness. But, when the going gets tough, those 4 come running to help us and each other. they are uniquely differant, and so much alike. I love you kiddos!!
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Friday, May 9, 2008
Friends of ours used to have a cabin along the lake, we spent alot of time there. One summer day we went there to go jet skiing. They lived in a little bay. There were several other people out there waiting their turn on the jet ski, the Mr was driving and i was riding on the back. He decided to be funny and made a sharp turn, and of course, i went tumbling off. Have you ever tried to climb back up onto a jet ski? It is`nt easy. So, hubby suggested i hold onto the back and he`d tow me in, like a beached whale. And that`s what we did, except we did`nt count on the water pressure coming out the back and those huge bubbles that tore my one peice swimming suit off of me. yeah, i was naked. Ever try to get into a swimming suit, in the middle of a lake? I don`t recommend it. But, the onlookers where having a blast watching me. It`s really hard keeping your boobies under water.
Years ago, my father was walking along the shore, he saw a loon floating some feet from him, he saw that the loon was in distress. He started talking to the loon in a soft gentle voice, telling it to come closer, that he would help him. My father was astonished when the loon began drifting closer to him. Dad kept talking and talking to him. The loon came so close that my dad was able to bend down and hold it still while he took the fishing line that was wrapped around it`s mouth off. Dad let go, and the loon quietly swam away, grateful i am sure. That was such odd behavior for a loon, that my dad had a big write up in the local newspaper. My dad never forgot that experience.
After the busy summer winds down on this gorgeous lake, we are graced with a spectacular send off before the snow starts to fly. Fall. I don`t have to explain, as this picture says it all
This is a great place to be!
Monday, May 5, 2008
Back then the School was not attached to the Church as it is now to the right of the Church. Then it sat to the left of the Church and was a big Square two story building, with two rooms, one downstairs, and one upstairs. The school housed K-8th grades. The younger grades downstairs, the higher grades upstairs. That was the school i was in when we were told John F Kennedy had been assasinated. I remember that day clearly.
Every Morning we said the Pledge of allegiance, Prayers, and we memerized The Ten Comandments, The Apostles Creed, Bible Stories, and all the rest that goes with Church. I absolutely hated memerizing, but, it was a do or die thing back then. I did.
My father was a carpenter, so when i was 11, we moved to New Ulm Mn, about 45 miles away, my dad had to go where the work was.