Where I'm From

I am from homeade cornbread in old cast iron skillets, from peanut farmers and mill workers in the deep South to Middle America Idaho, Nebraska, and Kansas all at the same time. I am from Crystal Burgers, and "Cokessss...CASHHHH".

I am from streets named after flowers. I am from pride in watching the new house go from concrete slab, to studs, to brick in 1980. I am from parents who still live there today and worked hard to make this simple house a home. I am from a hallway nook between bedrooms where we waited out storms with Barbie, Ted (as in the bear), blankets and pillows, and inseperable sisters. I am from never knowing what it's like to live without a dog in the house.

I am from the cool, crisp, St. Augustine in grandma's front yard that welcomed many feet.

I am from pretending that Gretchen the schnauzer was either JAWS or Toto after the annual CBS Special. I am from every holiday New Year's to Christmas being at Grandma's house. I am my dad's favorite...he says that to all the kids. I am everything my mom did right. I am from a smile that never stops, from VanSlykes, and Carvers, and Turners.

I am from those who are eternal optimists, encouragers, and others who were quick to anger. I am from 2nds and even 3rds. I am from what I suspect is a long line of egg shell walkers.

I am from "if you don't believe he's not comin'", and "you can do anything you set your mind to". I am from a "ROUST!" every 5:30 a.m. on Christmas day.

I am from being taught about my loving heavenly Father, who gave His only Son as a ransom for my sin. I am from emotional Easter Sundays remembering my Savior on the cross. I am from going to church camp every summer, and VBS too. I am from sometimes hot and sometimes not. I am from God working out his plans no matter what. I am from sinners and saints. I am a sinner, yet I am being sanctified as we speak. I am from realizing there are just some things you cannot possibly do without God - no matter how hard you set your mind to do it.

From the toddler girl in the hand sewn red coat who went to the farm with her grandfather. Who when her grandpa lost sight of her, was found in a the field with the cows that as momma's themselves must have known she was no threat and did not bring her any harm. And the teenage boy who went to see Jerry Lee Lewis and on the walk back home was stopped by non other than the The Killer himself who drove up beside him asking for directions. I am from that teenage boy who gave him the wrong directions...on purpose.

I am from a large box of pictures that have never made it to the photo album, adored none-the-less. I am from "momma what did you bring me on your trip?". I am from a Van Gogh or is it banjo?, and memories in the mind that not even a picture could give worth. A girl can hardly ask to be from more.

I totally stole this from The Mitchell's blog. Go here if you'd like to do one yourself!

Long time, no......

I know, I know...i'm lousy at this blogging stuff. Time is not on my side. No, it's not.
What are we doing? Breathing treatments most of this week. Ahhhhh! Calgon take me away. Again, no pictures. My excuse...new technology...cannot download from that darn dvc. So maybe you can just "imagine".

Here's one: Today we must take the Integra Title to the insurance adjustor to pick up our check....it was on the table last night??? What happened...."Jaaack...do you know where daddy's keys are? And the paper that was next to them?" Yes, here they are. And the paper??? Where is the paper (title & Power of Attorney). I signed them and put them in the mail box daddy. See here it is. Scribble scribble scribble. Well, atleast he "signed" the back and not the front.

Or here's one: Mommy trying to get saline solution up a 9 month old's nose.

Or how about this one: (We're still trying to learn to share) Here's the scene: Jack wearing smashed up cowboy hat...Elle wants cowboy hat...takes it from Jack...Jack wants cowboy hat...starts whining. Mommy goes to get Elle a green cow"girl" hat. Elle wears hat for 5 seconds and is done. Jack says, "Elle here's your hat. Elle says: "I don't want it." Jack says," But Elle here's your hat, you want to wear it." Elle says, "No i don't." Jack says, "Yes, you want to wear it!" Elle says, "No i don't." This goes on for oh a few more seconds when Jack decides to throw two plastic boxes at Elle's head because she no longer wanted to wear the hat with him.

Say cheese!