Monday is my only day off, and for the past two weeks I have worked on Monday as well (I did take one day off to move my sister into her new house, but that wasn't really resting).
Today was my first full day off in over three weeks and I took the day to read "The Secret Life of Bees".
I cannot express what a wonderful day I had reading this book. It touched my heart and touched my conscience.
I first heard about this book on my family website from a cousin, and today when picking up a book for my daughter at Barnes and Noble, I picked up a copy of "Secret Life..." and came home to an empty house, the kids were at school and the husband was at work, so I sat down to just read a couple of chapters.
I paused to feed the dogs and cook dinner, but I spent the balance of my day reading this book.
I finished it in six hours (with interruptions for taking care of my family) and consider it a day well spent.
It was possibly the most moving book that I have read in years.
To think how far this country has come, to think of where we emerged from (segregation) and why it has taken us so long to get here...baffles my mind.
To think that a person is a lesser person because their skin color is different totally offends me.
I went to the only fully integrated high school in our small town and had as many black friends as I had white.
I feel blessed to have gone to this school, because it raised me to know that people are people...it is what is inside your soul that matters and what is in your heart that counts.
With the new President elect...I pray that America will stand up to the task at hand...Support our president and end bigotry and partisan thinking.
We need to be a nation of Americans, not Dems or Repubs..we need to be a nation standing together and working for the same goal...To keep America the great nation that is has been and the great nation that it can continue to be with the right leadership (That's where you come in Obama) Make me and all of America proud...and be SO successful that your name won't even bring up a spell check on my computer in four years!!
Til next time...COTTON
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Monday, November 17, 2008
Sunday, September 7, 2008
"SNOT" That I'm Lazy... I've Just Been Sick!!
It started over TWO weeks ago with a scratchy throat, which developed into a sore throat...followed by a week and a half of snot working it's way out of my body...orifice by orifice . It hasn't been pretty... but I still managed to work every day and crash early every night.
I went into work today, when a co worker of mine said she had somethings for my daughter that she had kept when she cleaned her own daughter's room. Our daughters are 3 years apart...PERFECT for "Hand Me Down" syndrome....and we have reaped tons of great clothes, nic nacs and shoes from my wonderful friend.
Tonight she seemed a little hesitant as she took my car key from me to go load the "Treasure".
When I got off from work, I returned to my car to check out my daughter's "LOOT".
The first thing that I saw was a ball of yarn. The second thing that I saw was a door mat that said "CAT HOUSE".
Thank the Lord my three dogs can't read. But unfortunately they can "Smell".
They smelled the kitties that had entered and scratched their razor-like claws across the door mat...swishing their tails so vainly (as cats do...in MY book).
I will have to mail my Mother in law this item, as she genuinely "Lives" in a "CAT HOUSE". (See previous "Cat Whisperer" post).
We netted some good items. but as I remember my friend's hesitation when borrowing my key to load the
"CACHE".... I was reminded of my grand mother...The only grandparent that I ever had .
I had a "Step" grandfather and he was wonderful, but as far as blood relatives..."MEMA" was all that I had.
She stood at least 5'11".
I am 5'4" on an impressive day (when all my checks have cleared the bank and I am feeling pretty proud of myself).
She never learned to drive (another blog ALTOGETHER).
She raised my Mother and my uncle by herself during the Great Depression.
Her husband was a raging alcoholic, and an absentee Father and Husband.
My uncle went on to college ...and my Mother met my Father.
The times at my grand mother's on my mother's side are a sincerely and blissful memory.
My Mother took care of not only her new husband's bedridden mother and grand mother, but her husband and kids and did a MOST spectacular job and never complained or thought it a burden.
My paternal grandparents had all died by the time that I can even recollect being on this earth.
My Mother's mom is a different situation all together.
Every Sunday, it seemed like they would come to our house for dinner...after which my "PAPA" would remove himself to my parent's bed for a nap after lunch.
PAPA was a huge man, drove a tank under Patton's command. I remember that he brought back a Nazi flag that my MEMA made into a quilt.
Things like this spring from my earliest memories like no time has passed at all.
After my Mother died, we made the obligatory visit to MEMA...my sister was MUCH more constant than me...but at least I made an impression when I DID show up!! (in MY mind anyway)
Every time that we came into her house, we had fried chicken for lunch, with buttermilk biscuits and whatever "PORK" or red meat was thrown in to spice up the Pole Beans.
After the meal was the usual "Let's see what we have HERE"??
Sometimes it was a treasure, sometimes it was her cleaning out her closets.
I can vividly remember her saying "HONEY, I am just going to throw it away".
I have told my sister time after time after time...."WHY didn't we just LET her throw it away"????
We survived with a lot of memories and a lot of stuff that has been designed to be a family "JOKE".
Exactly WHERE are those pot holders that were framed on one of those squares with the rows and rows of teeth that stick up frantically saying "MAKE ME A PRESENT...YOU'LL SAVE $$$$$" !!!!!
I still have the Christmas card that my Mother gave HER Mother on one Christmas.
I still have pictures, dishes and relics that I wouldn't give a million dollars for.
But to think back to that time... My friend is only doing the same thing that my grandmother did .
Offer up their offering..."TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT" .
Some things I will keep... some things I will ship off to others.
Some things mean NOTHING...
But other things mean the entire world to you.
We discriminate, we decide what is to keep and what is to discard.
In this time of election, in this time of turbulence, in this time of need...
What do we DISCARD and WHAT do we KEEP ???
Till next time.................COTTON
I went into work today, when a co worker of mine said she had somethings for my daughter that she had kept when she cleaned her own daughter's room. Our daughters are 3 years apart...PERFECT for "Hand Me Down" syndrome....and we have reaped tons of great clothes, nic nacs and shoes from my wonderful friend.
Tonight she seemed a little hesitant as she took my car key from me to go load the "Treasure".
When I got off from work, I returned to my car to check out my daughter's "LOOT".
The first thing that I saw was a ball of yarn. The second thing that I saw was a door mat that said "CAT HOUSE".
Thank the Lord my three dogs can't read. But unfortunately they can "Smell".
They smelled the kitties that had entered and scratched their razor-like claws across the door mat...swishing their tails so vainly (as cats do...in MY book).
I will have to mail my Mother in law this item, as she genuinely "Lives" in a "CAT HOUSE". (See previous "Cat Whisperer" post).
We netted some good items. but as I remember my friend's hesitation when borrowing my key to load the
"CACHE".... I was reminded of my grand mother...The only grandparent that I ever had .
I had a "Step" grandfather and he was wonderful, but as far as blood relatives..."MEMA" was all that I had.
She stood at least 5'11".
I am 5'4" on an impressive day (when all my checks have cleared the bank and I am feeling pretty proud of myself).
She never learned to drive (another blog ALTOGETHER).
She raised my Mother and my uncle by herself during the Great Depression.
Her husband was a raging alcoholic, and an absentee Father and Husband.
My uncle went on to college ...and my Mother met my Father.
The times at my grand mother's on my mother's side are a sincerely and blissful memory.
My Mother took care of not only her new husband's bedridden mother and grand mother, but her husband and kids and did a MOST spectacular job and never complained or thought it a burden.
My paternal grandparents had all died by the time that I can even recollect being on this earth.
My Mother's mom is a different situation all together.
Every Sunday, it seemed like they would come to our house for dinner...after which my "PAPA" would remove himself to my parent's bed for a nap after lunch.
PAPA was a huge man, drove a tank under Patton's command. I remember that he brought back a Nazi flag that my MEMA made into a quilt.
Things like this spring from my earliest memories like no time has passed at all.
After my Mother died, we made the obligatory visit to MEMA...my sister was MUCH more constant than me...but at least I made an impression when I DID show up!! (in MY mind anyway)
Every time that we came into her house, we had fried chicken for lunch, with buttermilk biscuits and whatever "PORK" or red meat was thrown in to spice up the Pole Beans.
After the meal was the usual "Let's see what we have HERE"??
Sometimes it was a treasure, sometimes it was her cleaning out her closets.
I can vividly remember her saying "HONEY, I am just going to throw it away".
I have told my sister time after time after time...."WHY didn't we just LET her throw it away"????
We survived with a lot of memories and a lot of stuff that has been designed to be a family "JOKE".
Exactly WHERE are those pot holders that were framed on one of those squares with the rows and rows of teeth that stick up frantically saying "MAKE ME A PRESENT...YOU'LL SAVE $$$$$" !!!!!
I still have the Christmas card that my Mother gave HER Mother on one Christmas.
I still have pictures, dishes and relics that I wouldn't give a million dollars for.
But to think back to that time... My friend is only doing the same thing that my grandmother did .
Offer up their offering..."TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT" .
Some things I will keep... some things I will ship off to others.
Some things mean NOTHING...
But other things mean the entire world to you.
We discriminate, we decide what is to keep and what is to discard.
In this time of election, in this time of turbulence, in this time of need...
What do we DISCARD and WHAT do we KEEP ???
Till next time.................COTTON
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