I'm not sure where this entry will go, I never am.. however, I can't leave you without something to read while you have your morning coffee.. on this, next to the last day of November. Didn't this year fly?
It makes me want to write poetry...
The leaves fly, black clouds bloom,
every day moves us closer to doom.
*laughs*
I'm sorry, my pessimism always shines through.. I just said I 'want to', didn't say I could.
Anyway...
I shoulda put that in Stan's birthday card last week. I might make a nice cheerful section of Black Birthday e-cards.
What's on my mind tonight. Lisa's Thanksgiving Dinner, first and foremost. I'm still in agony over here by the way. I think she tried to kill me and take the family fortune for herself. I'm going to call her tomorrow and ask if she has the antidote, I'll do anything, because if she doesn't help me, I think I might be in trouble. I think I have some kind of turkey infestation. I think I inadvertantly ate a hidden turkey egg and it's somehow taken root and every day brings me closer to the birth of the worlds first turkey child. Either that or she slipped me some lead soup!
You know we were talking about buying a secret cottage in Tennessee.. not telling anyone...when we do, I think my friend Jana might want to use it sometimes too. *laughs* I still think it's a good idea. No phones, just our computer, books, plenty of food, coffee, chocolate milk and Calgon. No men. No kids, just peace and quiet. Amen. But Lisa can't go. Not unless she gives me the antidote.
We have to get better. There's only 26 more days until Christmas. I still have a lot of shopping to do. I'll never get done. It'll take me that long just to get addresses together for Christmas cards.
It's not that I'm picking on Lisa, God love her, but she wants us all to wear gowns for Christmas. I have them. I'm giving her the itty bitty one. *laughs*
Won't she feel fat? That'll teach her to serve me turkey laden with lead!
Seriously, I think this is Shelly's fault. Someone told me she had a terrible stomach virus on Saturday and I was over there on Thursday, and 2+2 is adding up to "sick". Shelly, I'm not sure, but I might owe ya one!
Well, I'm out of words. I think I'm gonna go watch television for a time, maybe I'll be able to sleep. Hope you sleep good too and feel better tomorrow. G'nite!
This poor girl.. 15 years old, kissed her boyfriend who had eaten a peanut butter snack and then she died from shock brought on from peanut allergies.
How awful..
Girl Dies After Kissing Boyfriend
Carla Brucia's Mother Wants Joseph Smith Executed
According to his friends and family he has good qualities and his life has value...they don't want him executed.
Grrrrr...
He was a dope addicted child molesting killer, for crying out loud!
His aunt commented that "he'd do anything I asked him to do, he was like a second son."
I wish she'd asked him not to go out and rape and then kill a child.
I hope Carla's mother gets what she wants. And as an added bonus I think they should horsewhip the people who are out there singing Smith's praises.
Ugh.
I had a wonderful Thanksgiving and I hope the rest of you did as well. If mushy posts vex you don't read this one, because it's as mushy a one as I've ever left here.
First of all, thanks, Lisa for the wonderful meal, as always your cooking is amazing. Mom, thank you too for providing it. Dad, thank you for the ride.
I have a list of thanks, for small things, and big things too, too many to just sit and list to each and every one of you. But I am thankful for you. I am probably the luckiest woman I know. I have a wonderful healthy family. Beautiful friends. I'm blessed with material things as well. We're not rich. We're not wealthy. Not in the money sense, but as the cliche goes, we are rich in love. Go on, roll your eyes, we are.
All year long, when one of us weren't feeling well.. or were in some spot of troubled times, or just feeling low, the rest flock around like a bunch of mother hens, hovering, scooping the one lagging into the fold, keeping him or her warm, and safe. God we've had our trials, but not one of us can honestly say we went through them alone.
We have so much that we don't even realize we possess, I'm the worlds worse for not seeing what I have... until I see someone else with so much less. I grumble if Mikyla's coat doesn't look just right.. until I see a little girl who has no coat. I get annoyed when Mik's shoes look scuffed and then I see another little girl wearing flip flops on an 18 degree night. I grumble if Mallory has another cold, but then I'm reminded that another little one has been in the hospital with something much worse, and orange juice and a hug isn't going to help that child.
I sigh with frustration when I think members of my family are doing this wrong, or not doing that enough.. then I look around and see someone else just like me, with no family at all. I glare at dad for scaring me in the car but I got to see my dad today. Unlike so many others who could only visit a grave to place flowers.
I'm so selfish in so many ways. I just want to let you all know that I love you very much. Very much. Without you, I'm nothing, and I would have nothing.
Thanks for a remarkably wonderful Thanksgiving.

Joel didn't eat much but he was just happy to be there!

Sarah put Maegan in the hall in her little jumping thing and something in the bathroom kept her attention as raptly as if they were standing there playing with her.


Mikyla, that kid is something else. Before dinner she came into the kitchen where I was, and tugged on my shirt and had me bend so she could whisper in my ear. She said, mammy, do you like turkey legs? I said sure, they're good, why? She said, well mammy, there's only 2 of them. I looked at her and she was wearing her worried look. I said well that's plenty isn't it? She said well you like 'em mammy, so I'm gonna get one and save for you so you'll be sure to get one. Again, she reminded me there's only 2. I chuckled and said ok well you be sure to save one for me honey. She went about her business, and I went about mine, and in a while I heard her asking Lisa if it would be okay for her to have a leg. She went on just as if she just LOVED turkey legs, and would just die if she couldn't have one of them. Lisa got tickled and cut off one of the legs and put on Mik's plate, knowing full well she wasn't going to eat it. But.. since Mik was so adament about it, she got one. I went in there and sat down by her, and she grinned and said she was going to pretend to eat it, and then when no one was looking she was gonna sneak it to me so I'd be sure to have me a turkey leg. (I like breast, but hey, this was one hard earned Turkey leg) So...anyway, she scored me a turkey leg.. I got a kick out of that.

Mallory is a really good eater. She said she likes Thanksgiving almost as good as Christmas!

Dad ate better than I've seen him eat in a looong time!







Shannon was visiting at Lisa's when we got back from Brenda's house. She's pretty, isn't she?


I didn't eat a terribly huge amount, not an unreasonable amount, anyway.. but for some reason, after I ate, my tummy began to swell. I'm not talking about, wow, I should unbutton my pants full, I mean it began to swell and in 5 minutes I looked 9 months pregnant. I was sitting there and moaned a time or two, feeling like that lil girl in the Chocolate Factory, and I told mom, 'something's happening to me mom...something's wrong..'.. she laughed looking and said yeah you ate too much. I tried to explain that I hadn't, that something was wrong.. and as we talked, my tummy just grew and grew and grew.. and I was getting worried. I looked down, amazed at what was happening, and mikyla pointed and laughed, and told everyone I was "pregnernt". (I denied this and mightily so) Lisa laughed, (hyenas, the lot of 'em) and said she thought she knew what happened. I said oh please, enlighten me, I'm in agony over here..
She said that at the start, she'd had 2 big kettles of mashed potatos... but as time went on, she was afraid they'd get cold, so she kept reheating them. As she did this, she said that the potatos 'evaporated' and what had been in 2 pots originally, had dwindled down to 1 pot. Her theory was, that as she'd watched me eat more mashed potatos than anything else.. that once they'd gotten in my tummy, they rehydrated and thus the swelling.
*laughs*
She called for Sarah to bring the Pepto Bismol, which Sarah did.. but.. looking at that little medicine cup of pink liquid, my overgrown tummy lurched, and I knew if I put that in my mouth there'd be a problem.
Mikyla saw my expression and came to my rescue. Sarah told me sternly to "take my medicine".. and I said, I can't, oh no I can't take that, really.. Sarah walked away to check on Maegan, calling over her shoulder, "When you're done with that, you need 1 more dose." No way, no way could I take 1 mecicine cup full, much less 2. Mikyla slipped her hand over to mine and smiled and whispered that she'd take care of it.. and she did. She sneaked it to the bathroom and poured it into the sink and when Sarah came with the 2nd dose, Mik took that one too and disposed of it. Have I ever mentioned to any of you that the child is an angel?
I wont mention Mom's own very swollen stomach, I'd never embarrass her on this journal. I won't laugh either. I won't! I WON'T!!
So here I sit... hours later.. writing the most mushy post of my life. Tummy distended, so full I can't lean back even now. I need to get to bed. I think I can waddle over to it and just.. fall over. I truly have the figure of an Oompaloompa. *laughs* EGADS I love Thanksgiving!!
NICK!! I just noticed that we can't see you in any of the pics I took.. Your hat is in the way, or you hid behind someone else. What's up with that?!
I hope everyone has a safe and wonderful Thanksgiving, eat some pie for me!
Love you all!
Mom called and said that she saw on the news that eating Saur Kraut twice a week will help prevent us from catching Chicken Flu. Hell I'm all for that.. I went right out and stocked up on Saur Kraut. If a bug comes within 100 miles of us, we all catch it. I figure it's only a matter of time until we get it.
I heard yesterday they had a case of it in Canada.. now we're not accepting any more of their fowl here in the states. I figure that makes sense, that'll stop it. Birds fly Mr. Bush, Birds fly.
Anyway, we're all eating our Saur Kraut, making the sign of the cross at anyone who comes close to us looking slightly pale, and we're just doing our best to keep from spraying total strangers with Lysol, just in case.
But...
I've got this all worked out in my own mind. I read that it's not the birds that's making people sick, to go ahead and eat the chicken.. that it's actually the mutated virus that people who ATE the infected chickens got, and are now giving to others.. so I figure.. Okay.. kids, eat up, eat all the chicken you want.. I'd rather we be the host of this thing, and pass it on to others, than to recieve it from someone else and die of it!
*laughs*
Brilliant, aren't I?
We were putting up our Christmas tree the other night. I got to the ornaments and started putting up the little beaded crosses Mom gave me years ago. They're so pretty.. made of cloth and love beads.. they look like something Indians made.
I was hanging them and then paused.. I commented to Stan that 'I bet if someone leaned over and sniffed those, that they might smell bad.' I just meant that they were old, they might have a musty smell to them. I was actually considering washing them.. but his reply cracked me up..
"If I catch anyone sniffin' anything on our tree, I'm throwin' 'em out of the house!"
Are quite masculine. Sorry for this post, gals, it came to me yesterday evening while I was putting on makeup for Stan's dinner, and once that happened, it was just bound to end up here.
Lisa and I inheirited their bone structure. While I was standing at the mirror putting on makeup, my poor face kept grimacing, kept shrinking, drawing back, it just didn't want that make up on. It's not a face you'd really want to enhance...and I've always felt that to put make up on makes me look more like a man in drag.
Bonnie nodded, understanding that I felt self conscious with that stuff on my face, she said she always feels the same way wearing makeup. We're just not small delicate women. Make up doesn't match.
Sarah got lucky, she's more like the other side of the family. Make up matches her. I never could wear much of it, lip gloss, lipstick is definately out of the question. It makes me look like I have a butt stuck just above my chin. Bleah! I'll never be much of a girlie-girl.
The girls and I are big Roger Miller fans..
Buffalo girls
Their mommy taught them this one, I had nothing to do with it!
More Girls
Mikyla helping Bette Midler sing Baby Mine
Baby of Mine
More Roger Miller.
Uncle Mal
They have a ton of fun singing these songs even though they fight halfway through them! :)
You took home all the pajamas I had here for Joel, so when he spent the night tonight.. *laughs* he.. had to wear a nightgown!



I was talking to mom on icq a few days ago, and Mikyla was determined she wanted to make the necklaces with the beads Mom had given her, and I was driving her crazy because I didn't just hurry up and go help her. She gave me down the road for it too! She didn't know I was recording her scolding me..

(Sarah took this one of Mallory over here the other night)
Dippy had a pretty good birthday. The whole family showed up for dinner and they brought the coolest gifts for him. Mom and Dad gave him a chair massager and some money, and Lisa gave him a new fireplace screen, and Bon and Kelly gave him a new ash bucket, and the little ones gave him tools, Nick gave him a Maglight Flashlight, and Sarah gave him socks and I got him a wallet, and clothes, and I fixed dinner. It was a really nice evening and I think he was happy as a clam with all his new guy toys!







Happy Birthday to you too, Danny!!
I'm sorry. This is course. It's ugly. It's .. truth.
When I was young, I heard how it is when we age. Women, I heard, just start wrinkling, sagging, becoming more and more unattractive as we age, while men, age gracefully.. their stomachs getting paunchy was said to be a sign of success, the salt and pepper hair, distinguished... so that while women just wear out.. men become more appealing.
I don't know how guys feel about older women, but I'm here to tell ya, that stuff about older men, it's lies. It's just flat lies. I see these old men and I look and I have to make a conscientious effort not to wrinkle my nose. I have to really try hard to put on a poker face and not one of total disgust and I have to choke the internal tourettes hard, because I just can't keep from seeing their own saggy eyes, saggy boobs, saggy cheeks, zero ass, and on those guys wearing loose jeans, yes, even their saggy old balls knocking against their knees! YUCK!
So whoever started that rumour.. you're a sick and twisted person. To make women feel so bad about getting old, and to try to make a man feel like .. they're yummy.. when they really do get quite disgusting, just was so very wrong of you!
Shame on you! *laughs* Sorry guys. I'm really sorry.. but.. truth is truth and we women have known it for years, you really deserve to know it too! I'm so sorry!
I talked to Brenda tonight. She's doing ok, not as bad hurt by falling as I had thought, thankfully. She's wanting to try the pokeberries even tho the seeds are toxic. She said the pain is so bad sometimes she'd be willing to try anything. Maybe they'll work for her. I sure hope so. She promised me to ask her doctor about them first.
She said that Shelly's computer is dead. Virused.. I bet anything it was all those joke files! Amanda, stay away from porn and joke files!!
Lisa brought in this awesome silver, metal make up case, full of make up that she'd bought for someone for Christmas. I saw it and coveted it so hard, but not near as hard as Mikyla and Mallory did. I never saw them go as crazy over makeup as they did that. They conned her into giving it to us. *laughs* The case made a really nice paranormal kit case.. I put some styrofoam in it, and lisa cut out forms for our emf meter, tape recorder, infrared light, thermometer, it's too cool! There's room for battery packs, ink pens, anything else I want to take, really. We're going to go out tomorrow. Maybe we'll bump into a ghost or two someplace. Wouldn't that be neat? Maybe I'll be able to talk mom into going too. :)
I got a mail last week from an intern from Stuff Magazine in New York. She saw the globe monument I have on a section of my site here and said she was thinking about mentioning it in an article they're working on involving unique tombstones. If they use it, she said she'll plug my web site in the article. How cool is that?
We have 4 youngin's staying all night tonight.. Mikyla, Mallory, Acey and Breanna. I think tomorrow I'm going to see if Sarah will bring Maegan, and Bonnie will bring Joel, and get some pics of all of them around the Christmas Tree.
I told Stan and Sarah yesterday that I want a graveyard for Christmas. He's seeing what he can do. Between he and Sarah, I think they might make it happen. If they can't get me a graveyard, I want a coat-tree.
*coughs*
Yeah, yeah, I'm not hard to please. I already know where it is (the graveyard, not the coat-tree.) It's in pretty rough shape, toppled stones, trees broken and laying over on the graves, some of the graves have stones that broke and fell aside and you can see in them, where the dirt has caved in.. it's a real mess, brambles, weeds, even a pile where someone's been burning trash in the middle of it. It seems so wrong. I just want to clean it up and keep it clean. So far though, no one seems to know who owns it. I'm curious, because someone was just recently buried in it, I wonder who gave the okay.. We'll see...
I'm having a hard time growing old(er). It's really bothering me to know that Mom and Dad are easing into their 70's, that my aunt is almost crippled with arthritis, that Mikyla lost her first tooth. A lot of things that are just pointing to the geriatric chair for me, and it isn't that far from happening. 20, 30 years fly by. They really do.
Lately, when I talk, or.. try to talk, my words get all tangled. Not like the ol' stutter that's accompanied me through my life when I get in front of folks I don't know well, but more like.. what I always thought in my mind was early senility when I was younger and heard those 'older' people talking like this.
The other day I was trying to concentrate on what Mikyla was saying to me.. and Joel was doing something that I was trying to get him to stop doing. This feeble old mind of mine can't even remember what it was he was into now, but I do remember what came out of my mouth.
I meant to respond to Mikyla by saying something like.. "Well isn't that just something else!" But.. what came out was... "Well isn't that a terrible financial situation."
The second it was out of my mouth I whipped my head around, checking to be sure first, that no one who had a clue what I just said was around, and second looking in hopes that someone else said it, not me. Isn't that a terrible financial situation? (More internal Tourettes:) Where the fuck did that come from?
Stan popped his head from the kitchen and just looked at me. I had the sneaking feeling he too recognized the sign right then of senility creeping up on me. Sheesh. Helplessly I just threw up my hands and shrugged. I told him.. hell, I don't know where that came from, I just don't.
I was talking to Lisa about it tonight and she said that lately she's been doing it too.. talking nonsense, just her brain thinking one thing, her mouth spouts out another. She said she told Nick to get the clippers the other day, and cut his "toenuts". *laughs* I said well afterwards did you two go out for coffee and donails? Ugh, old(er) age is a bitch.
Poor mom. That woman has tried for 2 days to hang curtains. She keeps tangling herself up in them and what's been taking so long is that she has to be careful climbing down from the step-stool. She said that she put so many holes in the wall it'll take a week to patch them. She couldn't get the curtain hanger straight. Tomorrow, Mom! You'll accomplish the feat tomorrow!
Ladies, if you want to know the truth. If you really want to know, I'm almost certain it's not that we're getting old. We're not going senile at all. It's that the men in our lives have finally succeeded in driving us stark raving mad!
Mom says Dad's deaf, he insists she is.. Example of a Conversation between Dad:
Mom: What do you want for supper?
Dad: mumble, mumble, mumble.
Mom: (Louder) WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR SUPPER?
Dad: MUMBLE, MUMBLE, MUMBLE!
Mom: (Even Louder) WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR SUPPER YOU DEAF BASTARD???!!!
Dad: I TOLD YOU THREE TIMES I WANT A HAMBURGER!!
*laughs*
Only kidding, they ..okay they really do go back and forth like that but that's actually a joke someone told me the other day. I thought it was cute. Sorry mom, used you for a joke, I'm ASHAMED of me!!
But.. now I'm going to tell you all a joke that mom told me the other day. I couldn't believe it, she just.. spang came out with it and it cracked me up. If you're embarrassed by racey jokes, don't read this.
She was sitting on the chair beside me and she started fanning her legs, while she told the joke. She said that this loose woman went out and bought herself a pair of crotchless panties. She put them on anunder her skirt and went to a bar and sat there, fanning her legs, and smiled at the guy she was flirting with, and she asked him.. "You want some of that?" He blinked, and shook his head "no", furiously and replied, "Hell no, look what it did to your panties!"
*laughs*
Mom, you're something else.
Well, it's time to go for the night. Sleep well world. Be safe!
She lost it today, her first one. She was so thrilled! I meant to get a pic but ended up forgetting because Lisa came over and Mikyla was busy playing with Breanna and Acey and Mallory and the time just slipped away. Before I knew it it was almost 11:30 and Mik had fallen to sleep on the couch. I'll get one tomorrow. The tooth fairy left her five bucks under her pillow.. I can't wait to see her reaction in the morning.
I've barely had time to look up!
I'm trying to remember cute things that were said, but the only thing that comes to mind right now, is Mallory asking me to put her 'reodorant' on her after her baths.
We made cupcakes for Mikyla to take to school for the kids' snacks today.. she was so excited.. "Oh Mammy, I can't believe this is my first cupcake day!"
I made both chocolate, and white, in case any of them were allergic to chocolate. Mik, hands on her hips informed me that they all loved chocolate, that the white cupcakes would go to waste. After school, we asked her what they thought of her cupcakes and koolaid, she said, "Mammy, they didn't even say thank you!"
*laughs*
She went on, clearly purplexed..."You know some of them weren't even allergic to chocolate, but ate the white ones instead? I don't know why, but they did!"
Obviously she can't fathom anyone choosing vanilla over chocolate, on purpose. I can't understand that one myself, Mikyla, sweety!
Sarah took Maegan home while ago, we kept her a while this evening, but all she did was sleep. (Between the other kids running into her swing, and Joel leaning over her cooing.. "hewwo, bacon!" "HEWWO, BACON!". ) Kelly and Bonnie picked up Joel a couple of hours ago too. Kelly wanted to spend some time with him tonight.
We bought "Madagascar" for them, but they don't seem to be too interested in it. I've had it on for them three times, but I couldn't tell you what the heck it's about.. and they couldn't either.. 10 minutes into it they were up and running, wrestling and playing, it doesn't hold their attention.
Acey is sleeping, he's going to be here for the night, and Mikyla and Mallory are in the kitchen eating dinner. Again. They get so hungry at night. A snack won't do. *laughs* They have to have a 2nd dinner.. or.. as Mikyla warned me.. "...Mammy, if you don't feed me again, you'd better make me a mighty big lunch for school, cuz I'm hungry!"


Oh! This is the last picture taken of Mikyla with all of her baby teeth!





...Opened in the Den Today, and Spewed Forth Demons.
Just you click here and look at those eyes!
*laughs*
Demons
I'm teasing. They're not really demons, but those eyes, yikes!!
I went to see just what the NAFTA Agreement was, but as usual, it'd take a brain to be able to understand the document, and the link showing which tarrifs still stand doesn't work.
I just can't see our dear ol' Prez cheating Canada, or anyone else, can you?
The kid's boycotting Canadian owned and operated Mcdonald's Restaurants to make his point. That aughta teach us.
Be careful on that road in the morning! And dress warmly, it's going to be cold out there. And brush your teeth and wash behind your ears. *laughs* ...and don't talk to strangers...
Love ya.
It was good to see you this evening.. I talked to Kelly, he's up for it on Saturday, and is going even though Bonnie has to work. I'll see if Sarah will go, and we'll plan it for Saturday, because that's the best time for Lisa to be able to join us - she can't go Friday because she has to be at work early Saturday morning. Is Chuck going to go with us? Talk to you tomorrow! Love ya!
I'll start from the smallest and work my way up.
Maegan is doing just fine. She still has a cough from time to time, but it's finally easing up on her. Yesterday we got a scare though.. Stan was holding her, and while he was rubbing her little head, cooing to her, he found a lump on the back of her head. It's about the size of an olive, and feels like one of those pump knots that kids get when they get a bump on the head. Sarah panicked and took her to the E.R. There's no discoloration around the lump, no booboo, nothing. The lump, it turns out, is just part of poor Maegan's misshapen skull. She's officially a true knothead. *laughs with relief* The doc assured Sarah that Maegan's just fine and her little head will form correctly as she gets older. Thank God.
Joel is something else. Ever watch Friends? Remember how Joey on that show would see an attractive woman and lean against a wall or strike a pose, grin and then say in what he considered his 'sexy' voice, "How ya doin'?" I swear to you... Joel did that exact same thing to the lady at Sonic who brought out our order the other day. Then to the lady at the window of Krystal's yesterday. The lady from Sonic's didn't react to him, but his smile and flirtatious manner with the one from Krystal's scored him 2 free packs of Oreo cookies. Men. Even baby ones! Sheesh! *laughs*
Mallory wasn't feeling well for the past few days. When she came over night before last, the kid looked so bad to me, it scared me. Her little ribs were sticking out and she looked half starved.
Sarah took her back to the doctor yesterday, she'd lost 2 pounds in a week with that horrible 24 hour virus that Mikyla brought home from school last week. As an added bonus, she has Strep, and her little throat was just raw.. After the new round of antibiotics she started yesterday though, she's back to her normal self.. eating everything in sight, talking up a storm, (yes, still chattering at the walls when humans get tired of listening) so Thank God again, she's getting better. :)
Acey isn't with us this week, he's with his daddy. But he should be back next week. He was a doll last week though, he seemed to have a good time while he was here, and he didn't have so much as a sniffle! (Thank God)
Mikyla is Mikyla. She was feeling a little tired this evening when Sarah took her home. She hates mornings, they seem to suck the very life out of her. She's doing so well in school, I just can't believe it. She's read 2 books to me now and I'm as proud as can be of her!
Breanna spent the night last Friday night, and on Saturday we went out and got some leaves and stuff and made placemats. She had a good time and said we needed to do it more often. I don't know if she's coming back this weekend or not.. but I do know that I need a picture of her in it with the other 5 kids too. She's not been here when the rest of them are and when she was, they weren't. Bleah. She wasn't sick either. Not even a sneeze! Thank God!
Nick is doing VERY well in school. He's an official member of our Paranormal Investigation group, and he played sick on Halloween day. I say played because I don't believe he was really sick, I think *laughs* he just wanted to lay on the couch all day and watch the Halloween Horror movies on TV. I don't blame him, it's the only time TV gets good around here!
We drove by just now to see, but didn't come in cuz I was too lazy to change back out of my jammys, but I wanted to see the lights. They're BEYOOOOTIFUL! It looks so warm and cozy, I want to spend Christmas there! Nice Job!! Your phone's busy so I thought I'd tell ya here. :)
You posted those pics, and now I'm so curious who they are, they're beautiful.. and now I have to wait for days...maybe weeks to know who they are...Is the little girl mylov's daughter? Who are they? Whoooo? What's up with making me wait like that? What's the deal! *laughs* No fair, none at all!
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory was so neat! I do so love Johnny Depp. I disagree that he's the sexiest man alive, or in the states or whatever it was he was voted sexiest at, but I sure do love that guy's acting. He's too cool!
The Oompa's (that lil Deep guy) were awesome, (Deep and Depp - how cool is that?) and I love how they added to the story to explain why Willy is so excentric.
I'm glad we bought the movie, the kids are gonna watch it now until we know every line by heart.
I'm glad you're still alive. I was scared. The bird just worried me to death. That and all the other stuff going on. Doors opening... Those VOICES IN MY HEAD TELLING ME TO..
*coughs*
I'm just kidding... well, okay, about the doors opening by themselves..
*laughs*
No, about voices.. really. I don't hear them anymore.
*laughs!*
Okay, I have never heard voices, I'm teasing, but really, I'm glad that blasted sparrow didn't bring anything bad with it when it got into your house yesterday. Ugh, that old superstition makes me nervous. Please, don't walk under any ladders and stay away from black cats for a few days...I beg you!
Haven't you had enough vacation yet? I miss you! You've been gone for 200 years, come baaaaaaaaaaack, already!! *laughs* How much beach can one person take?! I'm just reminding you to come home for your own health and well being! Too much salt water makes us melt! I know this for sure! Because my mom melted on the beach right in front of me, summer before last! Come baaaaaaaaaack!
*puts her hands on her hips, lifts her brow and taps her toe, waiting*
That was SO not cool.
*drums her nails for emphasis.*




This child is something else. Getting her up in the morning is harder, I think, than it would be to truly pull a wisdom tooth from the mouth of a hen. I have to literally lay on the bed, put my arms under her armpits, drag her over and on top of me then push myself out of bed, hanging onto her for dear life, get her standing on top of my feet then move her that way into the kitchen, to get her up. *laughs* That's no easy feat either, let me tell ya.
Lately though, she's been getting up eagerly. Those eyes pop open and she grins and warms her hands, and heads to the kitchen to get "Candyland" ready. She beats me soundly, 2 games, then happily gets dressed and cheerfully goes off to school, I'm sure, to brag to her friends that she whipped up on me yet again. *sighs*
I really gotta practice up on my "Candyland".
Aha, I finally got one I like! Just noting the date for future reference. :)
The storms that were so bad missed us last night, thank God. I woke up, heard the news, and when they said the tornados even killed horses at Keenland, I couldn't believe it. I sat up late last night watching Saw, and the wind was blowing pretty hard when I finally went to bed. I never dreamed we had tornado warnings though, I wasn't watching the news.
Those poor people, those poor animals. Sheesh what's up with this weather?
I'm going to sleep, my head's pounding. G'nite, world.
1. Go to www.google.com
2. Type in the word failure without quotes, just the word itself
3. Hit the "I'm Feeling Lucky" button and see what shows up
Thanks Seth, that was hilarious!!
I believe in them, but like God, I can't get them to answer me directly. Ohh sure they let me know they're there, but instead of riddles, they just give me a wisp of a peek, enough to keep me from giving up the hunt.
Mom, now mom has a repoir with them. She won't admit it, she doesn't acknowledge it, but time and again, they seem to gravitate to her. I've been trying to get her to go out on an investigation with me forever, and tonight she finally agreed. She will. Someday.
We were there visiting tonight, and just got to talking about ghosts, about the older people we knew who've passed away, who could tell some ghost stories that would make the hair on the backs of our necks stand up. Naturally, we got to talking about her mother and the ghost stories she used to tell. Lisa and I listened again, and learned a new one, where Mamaw saw her best friend who'd just passed away just days earlier - dancing around a porch column, like children do a maypole. She said it scared mamaw.
Then we got to talking about the guy up at the cemetery. I've searched and hunted, recieved mail from a lady who had the geneology on the family, there was no sister. I'm getting ahead of myself. I've not written this on my site before, so I will now.
I've had this page posted on my site for over a year now...
Now the explanation..
My grandmother used to have us kids put flowers on this man's grave. It was important to her that he have something there on decoration day. He obviously was a soldier, and no one ever put anything on his grave. She'd said that he must not have any family, and so we just always put something on his grave when we went up there.
After Mamaw (my grandmom) passed over, we kept doing it, one of us would take something to his grave, and between us, we made sure it was never bare.
A little over 2 years ago, mom was up there putting flowers on mamaw's grave, and she said that no one was in the cemetery but her, and dad. She said that she sat on the bench and was just looking at mamaw's headstone, when a woman just was standing there. Mom assumed that this woman came from the back of the cemetery, and had been there unseen and just walked up to her from there. She didn't come from the only entrance (the cemetery is totally fenced in) which was behind mom and to her right.
Mom said that this woman was dressed in blue jeans, and a long sleeved flannel shirt. She said that this woman looked to be in her early to mid 60's. She said that this woman motioned over to Mr. Austins grave, and asked mom, "Do you know who keeps putting flowers on that grave?"
Mom said she smiled at the lady and said, "yes, my family does that." She went on to explain why.
The woman wasn't happy. She pointed behind her, and said, "That man is a murderer. He killed my sister. I'd appreciate it if you didn't put flowers there anymore."
Mom said it shocked her and she apologised, and the woman told her, "Yes, he's a killer, that's why his grave used to be outside the fence."
Mom promised this woman we'd not put flowers there anymore.
Last year, I was up there, walking around, reading the stones and my eyes fell on Mr. Austin's stone. Sp. Am. War. My mind begain chewing over what mom had said, and I came home and checked the date on that war on my computer.
On April 25, 1898 the United States declared war on Spain following the sinking of the Battleship Maine in Havana harbor on February 15, 1898. The war ended with the signing of the Treaty of Paris on December 10, 1898.
1898.
John H. Austin was a soldier in the war in 1898.
The more I chewed on it, the more curious I became.
I went to the library and looked at the old newspapers on microfilm at the library. I figured if he killed someone, it would be there. I was right. It was.
He shot his step daughter to death. I found her name in the article and then went back to the cemetery and found her grave. It's not far from his.
They died on Friday May 22, 1936. He was 59 and she was 20. Which meant she was born in 1916. Quite a ways back. Too far back it seemed to me to have a sister in her 60's a couple of years ago.
So I made that web page, to ask for information about this man and his family. I got a response from someone who looked their geneology, and found that Geneva didn't have any sisters, but had one brother. She said that she couldn't find any other children born to Mary.
So...
Who did mom talk to that day?
I need to go find out what Mary's mother died from. But more importantly, I need to find out who her sister's are, and if they're still alive, or if they've died. Mary, Geneva's mother was born in 1891 and lived to be 57. She passed on 12 years after her daughter and husband.
Dad didn't see this lady. He was right there with mom, didn't hear the conversation, didn't see the lady.
When it was over, the lady was gone just as quietly and suddenly as she had appeared.
Mom hadn't known Mr. Austin used to be out of the fence until speaking with the woman. She hadn't known he murdered his step-daughter, she hadn't known he murdered anyone, just like the rest of us, she'd always thoguht he was just a man killed in an old war, until she spoke with this lady at the cemetery. None of us knew.
I just can't see how anyone could still be alive and be a sister to ANY of them, looking like she's in her 60's a couple of years ago.
Personally, I think mom spoke to a ghost. I think she thinks she did too.
This woman mom spoke with knew that Mr. Austin had been outside the fence.
That had to be waaaaaaaaaaaaaay back in the day. 60's my eye. I bet she passed over in her 60's.
Here I am, out hunting, searching, lifting up rocks to look under for ghosts, and she has one walk spang up to her and chats with her. Oh yes, I'd love to have her go on an investigation with me. I bet a donut we'd get something good documented if she'd go with me.
I made a really good dinner tonight.. pork chops, mashed taters, the works, and Bonnie and Kelly came to eat and brought some movies. No one else would come near the place to eat because they figured they'd get sick too.
We watched House of Wax, and I really liked it. I think Vincent Price would be proud of it. I've been in a couple of wax museums, and dang they're eerie. I wonder if any nutcases out there really did use live people to make their wax 'figures'? Shew!
We watched National Treasure too, that was pretty good as well. I thiink my dad would like that one.
They left Saw for me to watch tomorrow, I love the case the dvd came in, I want to buy it just for the case. *laughs*
Breanna and Acey are spending the night tonight. They're both sleeping now, they're the 'Sunshine' kids, they get up at the break of day. Sooo early!
Mikyla had a sleep-over tonight. I hope they're all having a good time. Sarah's got her hands full. Mik wasn't hard to get up for school this morning. She got up, dressed, ready for her day with little prodding from me. Joel and Mallory were here too and she was dressing to impress them. Whatever works! :)
Okay world, it's bedtime. G'nite! Sleep tight!
I want to go for a change. I want to start my Christmas shopping!
I love to watch these, but GOD they make me crazy. I wish that blonde woman would STOP screaming and running and that they'd take the camera off of her and show us what the hell she's running from, so afraid!!!!!
AAAAAAAAAARGHHHHHHHHHHHH!
I dreamed that I was going into the hospital for some kind of surgery. There were 3 men, and 1 woman ahead of me, everything was supposed to go fast, so I was prepped, they put in a catheter and had me laying in one of those blasted beds, iv in my arm.. and you were out in the waiting room with Mikyla and Mallory. Every once in a while they'd peek in to see me, I'd wave at them and they'd go back out and I assumed sit with you.. but then all of a sudden a paramedic came wheeling you into that room. Those of us who were waiting for the surgeon were lined up at the top of the room, and you were directly at the bottom of my bed, your gourney facing the same way mine was.. I could see everything he was doing. You were grunting and crying out, NO... and then he'd put his arms under you and flip you over onto your tummy then he'd start slapping on your back. You were going into fits, begging him to stop, but he kept insisting that if he didn't do that you would die, that you were having a heart attack and if he didn't keep pumping the heart, you didn't stand a chance. I glanced over at the door and there stood Mik and Mal looking terrified, and I kept trying to get someone's attention, to tell them that the girls were out there alone without an adults supervision, that you had been with them.. but no one would listen to me. I tried to get up and a nurse knocked me back and said for me to stay still, that the surgeon was done with the men and it would soon be my turn, for me to stop being so nervous. When I turned my head to check back on you, you were gone, gourney and all. I came up out of that bed and started screaming at the top of my lungs for someone to get me my granddaughters that were in that waiting room and get them to me NOW.. finally a young nurse brought them in to me and they climbed up on my bed and was just laying there with me, waiting, eyes huge, we didn't know what had happened to you, no one would tell us. It pissed me off and when the surgeon finally did come in, she saw the girls and ordered them out. I told her they weren't going anywhere, that they'd been out there with you but that you'd had a heart attack while you were in the waiting room and they had no one to watch after them. I told the surgeon it would have to wait, to go on to the next patient until I could find someone to pick up the girls and I'd know they were okay.. then I started questioning her.. what kind of surgery am I having, anyway.. I couldn't recall a health problem, or a reason for the surgery, I wasn't even sure what they were going to do to me.. She just placated me like I was one stupid person.. there there, it'll be over before you know it, and you won't be in much pain, you can go home first thing in the morning. These girls will be just fine in the waiting room. When she said that I knew I had a nut for a doc, so as soon as she ran them off of the bed and back into the waiting room, I got up and broke the catheter hose to go get the girls and go try to find you. but nurses stopped me at the door between surgery and the waiting room but too, standing there was someone who used to come in the store. A big fat guy, but he used to be skinny...and he was checking in on his aunt who was the other female patient. The nurses were pushing me back towards the bed, and I could see mik and mal sitting on those chairs waiting, and they were bickering over a magazine and I started begging that guy to watch them.. I told him the surgery would take a few min's..that it wouldn't be long and I would give him 50 dollars if he'd just watch them there in the waiting room for me until I was back out and awake. He agreed. But.. the surgeon had been called someplace on an emergency, she told us she'd be back as soon as possible and she apologised. I caught the nurses not looking and I got up and went to the door and looked out in the waiting room and there was only like 3 people left out there, and the girls were there, no one with them, that guy had left who had said he'd watch them. I got my purse, left my clothes in a pile and I went out into the smoking area, took the girls with me, hoping to find someone who could take us home. Dad was sitting at a table smoking out there, and I was so relieved.. I said dad! Where have you been? Where's mom, how is she.. he just motioned that you were off someplace in the gift shop, that you'd be back in a bit. I looked around and lisa and nick were at another table, lisa was smoking and I sat there, had the girls sit at the table with dad and I told her what happened to you and she said huh, well unless that happened in the last 5 minutes mom's fine she went to the gift shop to get you some flowers.. I said no, she's not, she'd never leave these girls out there alone like that lisa I SAW what happened, mom's sick. I asked her to watch the girls while I went to find you and dad used this loud sharp firm voice.. he said for me to sit my self down we were at a hospital and I was being too loud. I sat down and he said now I'd not tell you your mother was okay if she wasn't. She's fine..and I"m sure she was looking after those girls. I said dad, you don't understand, I saw them working on her, she had a heart attack in the waiting room, you have to find her. He gave me a cigarette, told me to calm down, that whoever I'd seen must have just looked like you that you were fine. Then he just turned away from me and It didn't occur to me to ask them why they were there. They were supposed to be at work. But were waiting in the smoking area outside of surgery. No one ever said, and I woke up about then so I don't know what happened, but god what a hopeless feeling dream. I know I suspected that you'd died but they didn't want to tell me. Bleah I hate that dream, it was an awful one.
Mom found some old tapes, and she recorded this onto her computer for me. He used to get up there and sing his heart out. I'd give anything I own if he had enough wind to be able to sing like that again.
Thanks, Mom!
This site says that the berry isn't posionous, but the seed in it is. It advises to take 1 to 2 dried berries in the morning for arthritis, but don't chew it, so the toxic seeds pass.
I...dunno about this...
http://www.project-aware.org/Managing/Alt/aching.shtml
CAUTION: Poke root and poke berry seeds are highly toxic, and must be used in extremely low doses, preferably under the supervision of a qualified practitioner. Susun Weed suggests these have been found especially helpful for rheumatoid arthritis… "Use tincture of poke root (do not use dried poke root) or devil’s club at 1-4 drops daily. Or 1-2 dried poke berries each morning (swallow without chewing so that the toxic seeds will pass through)."
and this site:
http://www.warnerherbs.com/Uses.htm
says...
POKE BERRIES - Rub on (skin eruptions/ cancerous skin ulcers)and (Internal for cancer) arthritis.
this site tells a ton about poke:
http://www.herbnet.com/Herb%20Uses_OPQ.htm
So.. there you have it!
I was inspired to get my butt in gear, went to a cemetery in Middlesboro today and got these absolutely gorgeous shots...


If you want to see more, click here -------> X<------- and click on the Hensley Chapel link.
Thanks, Jana!!
I got those poke berries drying out now.. Ruth says 2 a day keeps the arthritis pain away.. but before I bring 'em to you I'm gonna do an online search and make sure they're safe!
See you soon, get the tea ready, woman, I'm thirsty!
Yuck.
Happy birthdaaaaaaaaay to youuuuuuuuuu,
Youuuuuuuuu live in a zooooooooooooooooo---
You looooook like a monkeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!
And you smell like one toooooo!!
(kiddin' kiddin', Happy Birthday, Kewwy!)
I've got them in the oven, cooking with butter and brown sugar.. they're smelling sooo good. I was going to make some pork chops, but then Lisa called and asked if we want to come there for a steak dinner. Now tell me, what person in her right mind WOULDN'T want to go to her sister's for a steak dinner? So I'm going.. sweet potatos and all. Yum! The chops will have to wait until tomorrow!
Have all had bronchitis one after the other, for the past 2 weeks. Joel's been coughing for the past few days and Acey seems just fine for now, but I bet he'll come down with it in a few days and pass it all around to us all over again. UGH!!!!
I was talking to Mom yesterday about my questioning God, the Bible, religion, all of it. I know that God is there. I believe that Christ walked this earth teaching common sense kindness lessons as well. I've spoken to several preachers/ministers, concerning the questions I have, which led to pretty much the same answers for me. "You have to walk out on faith." "You shouldn't question our Lord." "His ways are mysterious and not for us to understand."
I'm sorry, I do question. I've questioned him directly, but so far either my heart hasn't been right for answer recieving, or he's ignoring me. I know he's busy, so I can wait. My questions aren't going anywhere.
If there are any of you out there, who see this as blasphemous, stop judging. I hear that's not nice either.
What I want to know first and foremost, is why God would create a man, and a woman, his children set them down in this great big playpen of a paradise, then put something in front of them that would lead to their destruction. knowing it would lead to that.
He's God. He's perfect. He made children and then put danger, evil, wickedness in their paths?
I've been told it's because without evil, we have no need to worship God. We'd not recognize his goodness.
That sounds like so much bunk to me.
Free choice. He gave them free choice. Okay, but.. they were his children. They'd never known an ugly thing. Up until the apple sharing business, they'd only known perfection.
How can someone who has no comprehension of evil be accountable for having
made a choice to do something wrong? Our babies are born small. We teach them right from wrong, via time out's, taps on the bottom, taps on the hand, grounding them when they're older... letting them make their messes and cleaning them up by themselves. We start teaching them as babies
Adam and Eve didn't have that luxury. They were made fully grown, yet you know they had to have the minds and comprehension of innocent children. They were without sin. Until that damned forbidden fruit.
God, the perfect father, created 2 children, then placed them intentionally into a position where they could and he knew, would, be harmed, and bring that evil onto the whole of mankind.
I'm not a perfect mother. None of us down here are nowhere near perfect parents. But for the most part, barring a patch of nutcases, when we have our children, we don't set them down in a playpen of razor blades, shake our fingers at them and say, don't touch those razor blades, lest you die! We know razor blades aren't conductive to a healthy child, so we do our best to keep them away from our babies. Never, EVER would it occur to most of us to put razors in the playpen, lean back, watching, knowing they're going to cut themselves.. then think, wow, we'll look all awsome, wholesome and good to them, because we pick them up and get them to the hospital, get their wounds sutured, give them blood if necessary and a little something for the pain. Does that sound right to you?
Why didn't our Creator, who knows all, sees all, put His children someplace safe from harm? Why didn't He just put them down, pat their heads, and love them without all this "free choice, here's you some evil, let's see what you do with it, stuff?
When you get time, I want to know, What's up with that, God?