Upon returning to work from my orthodontist appointment last Tuesday, cause someone had to have her braces put back on.....
Time to wash another year away..... and thank goodness! That was not one of my finer moments.
Someday, in this lifetime, I want to find me a little vintage trailer to call my own. Just a tiny one, maybe from the year I was born, and fix it up my way and go glampin'.
Oh the possibilities are endless. I even have the color scheme and theme picked out. You all know how much I love to decorate. I would take it to Yosemite, and down country roads and camp next to rivers and the Sea. We'd go to flea markets together and vintage trailer gatherings. Just me and my gal. She'd be a she, of course cause there'd be curtains involved.
Heavy heart today. "Grampa Jerry", my former father-in-law and Chelsea's grandpa, passed suddenly this week.
Ok, Can we talk here? You know, I love me a great garage sale but sometimes just finding them requires NASA's assistance!
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Aaaah, Thanksgiving. One of my favorite times of year. A time to reflect on all the many blessings we have in life and the memories.
Thanksgiving morning always found Mom in the kitchen preparing the turkey. If I close my eyes, I can smell that wonderful aroma of onions and
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elery browning in butter on the stove for the stuffing. I’d watch as Mom pulled out all the innards of the turkey and then boiled a few bits for the gravy and for Dad. Then Dad would appear and make his infamous sage stuffing. Yum.
I’d sit glued to the telly watching the Macy’s Day parade, because you know who always appeared at the end …...........S A N T A …… and that meant the countdown to Christmas!!!
This Thanksgiving, my tribe and I are going “over the woods and thru the dell” or should I say “over the desert and across the river” to Laughlin to visit Dad and Rosemary.
This will be the second time we’ve spent Turkey Day there as a family. Love new traditions!
I have a lot to be thankful for ~
a new grandbaby on the way
a new job
a place to live
a loving fella
wonderful friends
and
one awesome family
And a HUGE thank you to all my friends who visit this blog and your loving comments. We just hit the 10,000 visits mark. You are awesome!
Hugs XOXO
d a link to the credits that scroll at the end of his movie. It said for me to scroll to the very bottom. I did and there it was……….. I can’t even describe the emotion that filled me when I saw it. The tears began to fall and the memories flooded in. And then the flood gates opened, and the sobs began.Even at the very end, with everything he was going thru, he still had clarity. We were still in his heart. We were family, we were his Neverland family and he NEVER forgot that. In that moment, I could feel him. It felt like a warm blanket had just been draped around my shoulders. All my sadness and pain just slipped away with the spilling tears. I suddenly felt such peace and then calm. Smiling thru tears, e
ven giggling I finally felt it. Closure…at last. I am so honored.
While carving pumpkins with the kids yesterday, the family was given quite a treat!
that time has just flown by.....soon I promise.
Sometimes, I think too much. It's not worrying, but more of overthinking. Is that a word?
This weekend marked my 35th high school reunion. Gads. Did I just say that outloud?
at the Grand Opening of the Scottsdale Goodwill store by 8:40 with coupons in hand. Cause that's how we roll! For $24.00, I walked out with a vintage lamp, an Ann Taylor blouse, an ocean picture (with the $39.95 tag still on it), two shirts and a jacket from Disney's Surf Shop. Heaven knows what more we could have found, if there had been more time and more suitcases...
. We began eating at about 11:30 a.m. and were still at that table 6 hours later. All that talk made us hungry again, so we now venture out to another restaurant for dinner, Troy included. After dinner, we head back to Robin's for a tour of her "craft" room. Martha Stewart, move over, you have nothing on this gal. 
Oh the stories ~ marriages, divorces, parents, on-line dating, grandchildren. I can't tell you the last time I laughed that hard. Between us, we have almost 20 children, and over 20 grandchildren. A few divorces among us, yet two have been married over 30 years. 
And how DO YOU get your thumbs to turn like that??You knew, you knew everything and still you didn’t stop the madness! You took it further than it had ever been before. You are like all the rest, caught up in the “celebrity” of it all and not in the human who needed to be helped.
And then you taped him, so now the world is left with that horrific memory of his slurred and drugged speech. And even then, you still did nothing. He was your patient, not your meal ticket.
I am sickened beyond words, between the tape recording and the picture on his death bed now etched in our minds, Michael left this world without a shred of dignity. He did not deserve that, nor did his family.
That would N E V E R have happened at Neverl
and. WE loved him too much. We cared. He wasn't just our boss, he was our friend. We were family.
