Saturday, May 30, 2009

My obession with other people's junk!

They say on man's junk in another man's treasure . . and I believe that. I have yet to convince my children that junk picking is an art . . there is junk picker's edict to follow and all in all it can be quite rewarding. My house, yard, garage and life are filled with "my treasures". I have been going to the flea markets and junk picking since I was about 17 years old . . and heck I'm good at it. I have a solid cedar chest that I used as a coffee table for years and like the original owner I have memories of my own with it . . the two cat's who couldn't quit scratching at the corner's . . and who can forget my two children fighting while I was a work and Kev breaking his foot on that same corner as he tried to kick his sister . . . OH SWEET MEMORIES!

I have tried to curb my collection of "junk", but living within walking to a flea market that runs April - October is like a heroin junkie living next door to his dealer . . . it's so hard. I have to say that seeing on how I'm working toward selling my home and looking for a smaller one I have not been buying any goodies . . but then last weekend it was like a miracle . . really Jess! There it was an old window the perfect size for a place in my bedroom - it was calling my name and I caved . . it' perfect . . peeling paint . . rusted old window latch . . how much better can it get you say . . . it was a bargain price of . . . are you ready . . . $5.oo . . . oh don't to toy with me! I am now the proud owner of that beautiful window.

I actually think I have a fascination with old windows - I have four old windows hanging in my living room, chipped paint and all. I'm using two really cool old "8 pane" windows as a head board for my bed. I wonder if the fascination with windows is that I'm wondering who looked out those windows so long ago and what they saw . . . or maybe it's just because I like old things, I always have. I don't have a lot of priceless antiques but the treasures I do have I love. I'm always telling my kids when I' m gone they should think twice about tossing my "junk" because some treasure do have some value, but maybe it was the thrill of the hunt that makes it a real value to me!

This summer I'm going to try to lure Jessie to the "dark side" with me . . I'll let you know how it goes . . . I'm sure I can find a flea market or an antique festival that will be calling my name and in time with enough convincing . . . maybe Jessie will get the calling . . OH a Mom can dream can't she!

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Memorial Day

In honor of all who have served in the past, are currently serving this Country. I thank you!

I've always known what Memorial Day stood for, my dad was in the Army, he never went to war but he served and that needs to be honored. My Uncle Mike went to Vietnam, I remember how scared my mom was while he was there, even though I was young. I remember watching the TV when the war was over and the Serviceman arrived at airports all over this Country while their families waited for them to step back on "our soil". I will forever remember my children's faces as they watched the Golf War unfold on CNN for everyone to see. But Memorial Day has forever affected me because I now am the mother of a Veteran, I have a son who has seen the face of war and the horror that goes along with it. I see the affect on him everyday.
As an American not a mother I will forever be thankful for our Servicemen & Women. It takes more courage than we will ever know to put on that uniform and do what it takes for us to live the life we do.

My friend Annette sent her son, David off to Iraq before I sent my son, Kevin and I wondered how her and her husband could even get out of bed each day and go on with their day to day lives but they did . . . and than it was my turn to swing both of my legs over that side of the bed and go through the day. It wasn't easy but this is not about me . . .

When my son left for Iraq I asked my family and friends to put an electric candle in a window in their home that they would see everyday - and when they saw that light to say a prayer for our troops fighting around the world. Maybe someone would commented on the candle and then they could explain why they had it on, and then maybe they to would put a candle in their window and so on. My intent was when my son came home I would turn off the candle but I have left it on, it is a constant remember that somewhere on the other side of the world someone is missing their loved ones so I can be free.

A heartfelt thank you from the bottom of my heart!

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Pushing myself or just quilting myself?

OK - so I'm going to walk this race on Mackinaw Island in June - little over 6 miles . . and I'm freaking already. So I have started this hard core (ok hard core for me) training schedule. I'm going to this place on the River Walk that is away from the normal walker crowd - it has some activity but not like the beautiful walk along the river - this walk has no view to speak of but it a great 2.5 miles to train on. I power walk most of the trail but just before I start to cool down I Wiggle Run . . that is what overweight old women do when they can't run . . . lol

I wonder where this strength has come from and why didn't I have this when I was younger?

I did a 5k on Saturday and it was kind of a crazy course - some pavement some trail. It had rained the night before and was slippery in spots but I did pretty well 50:30, which for an old gal isn't bad. I am really not in the best of shape if you were to look at me but I have found a strength that is amazing even me! Walking for exercise is really becomming addicting - it's becoming almost a guilty pleasure - I wonder how I ever did it without an IPod before. Sometimes when I'm driving down the road and hear a song I want to walk to I find myself searching for a pen and paper to write it down so I can download it to walk to . . . what's that about!

I'm always telling my kids about "hind site" and how it really is always 20/20, and in this case taking care of myself years ago would have been the thing to do. But there goes that hind site again. I know that I have lived more than half my life already . . . and I'm living it and enjoying what I got left to the fullest and those dirty dishes that I'm leaving in the sink so I can walk or watch Hanna play will just have to wait!

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Being a Mother!

I got an e;mail you know one that had been forwarded to about a million people and then me. It was called "Being a Mother" I thought I would do my own version.

Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you've had a baby; there is no more normal after you have children life as you now it is never the same . . and for the better

Somebody said being a mother is boring; being the mother of Jessica and Kevin has never been boring. That someone never had to drive around with Jess when she had her permit . . . yikes . . or listen to what Kevin thought was music

Somebody said if you've a "good" mother, your child will turn out good; they didn't come with directions and they did both turn out good . . although they are still a work in progress

Somebody said "good" mothers never raise there voices; that mother didn't have a bunch of teenage boys drinking in her basement when she was at work . . .

Somebody said you don't need an education to be a mother; that somebody never helped . . tried to help her kids do math or fix broken hearts

Somebody said a mother can find all the answers to her child-rearing questions in the books; she never had a son who put a bean in his nose, marshmallows in the VCR, grasshoppers in a box without a lid that fit under his bed, a little girl who wore the same "Minny" dress until it completely fell apart, try to convince her children that cats are as good as dogs

Somebody said a mother can stop worrying after her child is grown; that mother never sent her daughter to Washington DC when she was 16, and then years later watched her leave to travel around the world. That mother never had to hold her son minutes before he left to go to war and wondered if she would ever get the chance to hold him again.

Somebody said a mother's job is done when her last child leaves home. That somebody isn't a grandmother!

I have been blessed to have two wonderful children. They are a blessing a challenge and my friends. I have been there enemy, warden, judge, jury, confident, hairdresser, counselor but best of all I have been their mother, mommy, mom, madrea, heady face . .

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

What happens in the Spring?

Remember the movie Bambi?? When the little skunks get "twitterpated" . . crazy in love, well I think they were just crazy with Spring Fever. Something happens to us when the days become longer and the sun starts to feel warm on our skin. I feel like a crazy women this Spring . . I have so much I want to do I feel like a caterpillar coming out of my "winter cocoon" shedding my old winter skin. I love waking up to the sound of the birds singing in the trees . . . heck I just like waking up . . lol!

I'm celebrating all the simple things these days. There has been madness in my life lately, actual gun shots on my block, tons of crazy overtime and yet I'm celebrating my blessed life . . . . yes Young Traveler time does go by fast . . wait until you are over 40 and see how fast life goes by. Each Spring is like a rebirth of nature and ourselves . .

Rejoice in this Spring and get a little silly in the craziness of the excitement . . . get twitterpated about something or someone in your life!