Friday, July 13, 2007
I think I'll ruminate on this a little bit while I clean house this afternoon. Yeah, that's what I'll do. Maybe it'll all look different tomorrow.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Nicholas, my oldest, is coming home for a visit!! I'm so excited. I haven't seen him in a little over a year. He and his wife, Jodie, are stationed overseas right now. He'll be coming home in about a week. Jodie's already in the states, visiting friends and family. She and my granddaughter, Maddy, will be joining Nick here in about 11 days. Maddy's going to live with them in Japan for the next year. Granny and Grandpa (that's me and Randey) are not happy with this development. Oh, sure, Nick's a great dad and Jodie's a great step-mom and all that yadda, yadda, yadda, but this is seriously interfering with our "grandparent time"! Kids today have no consideration. It's all about them, isn't it? I'm kidding, of course. Maddy's going to have a blast overseas. She's 7 years old right now - can you imagine the stories she'll have to tell her friends when she gets back next summer? Anyway - everybody yell and be happy - my baby's coming home and that's reason to celebrate!!! : )
1. I like to watch Christmas movies in the summer...or the spring or the fall or the winter...I have over 40 Christmas movies on DVD and, if I'm feeling down, I watch one of them and my spirits start to rise and I feel restored to my "happy place" (as Kaleb calls it).
2. I can't spell worth a flip. Thank goodness for spell-check.
3. I gave birth to my first child the day before my senior year in high school started. Hmmm. You know, when I put it like that, it almost sounds like the whole birth event kind of caught me by surprise, huh? Well, it did! I had no idea it was going to happen. Okay. That's a lie. I really can't back that up. I mean I didn't know it was going to happen on that day, but still...I had a pretty good idea that I would be giving birth on or near that moment in time. The giant belly, swollen feet and hell-acious labor pains were big clues. On a serious note, though. I wouldn't trade one bit of my history if it meant I couldn't have my son, Nick, just the way he is. But I know that getting pregnant and having a baby that young robbed me of many opportunities in life. It's all worked out fine for me, but it's a road and a journey I wouldn't wish on anyone else. I highly recommend a person finding out who they are before they embark on a mission to form and guide another human life. Thankfully, Nick's turned out great - but that's more a testament to his innate abilities rather than any parenting skills I possessed. In fact, you might say he's a wonderful human being more in spite of me than because of me. Now that I've shared much more than I had anticipated, I will back off some and try to find lighter random things about me. I guess that would mean I shouldn't even mention the time I got arrested for disorderly conduct for yelling at a neighbor (apparently, in the state of Mississippi at that time, you could threaten a person with severe bodily harm, you just couldn't YELL when you did it.) But again, that's a topic for a later date. Perhaps. Or perhaps not. Now lets move on...
4. I flunked the swimming course at the Y.M.C.A. when I was a kid. I didn't even know I was flunking until the day they passed out the certificates and I got one that said "thanks for participating" and my sister got one that said "junior lifeguard". I guess they weren't as impressed with my dog-paddling skills as I thought they were.
5. I love the movie and the book Gone With the Wind (although the book is much, much better if you ask me!). I loved Scarlett O'Hara. I wanted to be Scarlett O'Hara. And I wanted Rhett Butler to be crazy about me, too. Aaahhh, the romance...
6. I smashed Randey's watch when I was in labor with Jacob. And I still say I had every right to do it. I'm sitting there being ripped in two with every single freakin' contraction and he's sitting there whining about "I can't time your contractions. I don't know how. When do I start? blah, blah, blah". So I asked him for his watch and he gave it to me. How dumb was that? I threw it on the floor and shattered the crystal. I figured if the stupid watch wasn't going to help time the contractions, it had no further function in our lives. Randey was...a tab bit upset but not fool enough to say so at that particular moment. Smart man.
7. I don't eat fish or seafood. At all. If it doesn't moo, cluck or oink, it's not the meat for me. Yessir. Cows, chickens or pigs. That's how I roll.
8. When we were young, I used to tell my sister, who is a year older than me - almost to the day - that she was adopted and that I was actually older than she was but the parents made me pretend to be younger so her feelings wouldn't be hurt. Rumor has it that I also told a little neighbor girl of my grandma's that I was going to put her in a pot and cook her. I'm sure that's not true, however. I think I tried to keep my tendencies to torture innocent children limited to just my sister.
Well, that's 8 things. I'm torn between hanging my head in shame that I can't be anymore exciting than I am or deleting all of this and making up a better list. But that wouldn't be right, would it? Better? Yes. Right? No. So this is it. Now I have to find some other people to tag. I'm not very clear on tagging etiquette so if I screw this up, please forgive me. Thanks (I think) Sophie for tagging me. It's been fun!
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
This is how Sydney spends his time while I'm cruising thru Blogland. The doggy bed he's in was actually purchased for Blu-boy. But Sydney thinks it's his and we don't have the heart to tell him he's wrong. And besides, Blu wouldn't be caught in a doggy bed - he thinks he's way too cool for that sort of thing!
My youngest boys. Top page is for Kaleb's book. He's such a sweet child...unless he's holding a game controller in his hand. Then he becomes a totally different kid. Eeeck!
The second page is for Jacob's book. He's very....let's just say "strong in his views, opinions, likes and dislikes". I know these aspects will probably come in handy later in life. Right now, however, they may lead to excessive groundings and punishments because he occasionally has trouble grasping the whole he's-not-in-charge thing. :)
Monday, July 9, 2007
Sunday, July 8, 2007
Yes, I love Star Wars. I love the whole epic story of good vs. evil (and good finally winning out!). I've watched A New Hope probably about a billion times and Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi almost as many. (Doesn't seem to have left much time for living the rest of my life but keep in mind, I have a tendency to exaggerate). Oddly enough, I didn't see A New Hope when it first came out in theaters (I don't think it was even called that back then. I think it was just plain ol' Star Wars). I was probably one of only 12 people in the whole world who didn't see it. But I did catch Empire upon its release. I was hooked. When all three of the original trilogy came out on VHS, I was thrilled silly. You have no idea...the excitement of escaping from the Death Star, the battle to destroy it, the romance developing between Leia and Han (and what a hottie he is!), Yoda, Vader revealing he was Luke's father (eeekk! say it ain't so!), the Ewoks, disabling the shield of the second death star...oh man, so much to see and what a blast to watch! Of the whole Star Wars universe, Luke's my favorite character. Always has been. To me, he represents the best kind of hero - a little uncertain of his own capabilities but determined to do all he can anyway. Did you know that in the paperback edition of Star Wars: From the Adventures of Luke Skywalker by George Lucas (published in December of 1976), Luke's nickname was "Wormie"? How funny is that? My hero...a.k.a. Wormie. I'm glad they got rid of that before filming. lol Aaahhh, I could go on and on and on about my love of all things Star Wars. It's one of my many, many obsessions (probably the most obvious one, I'd say). Way back in 1998, my oldest son, Nick, bought me my first Star Wars items (a Luke Skywalker figure and a Darth Vader figure). I set them on top of my computer monitor (remember how big those monitors were back then?). That Christmas, Randey and the kids got me a big X-wing ship, piloted by Luke complete with a little R2-D2 figure. Now that was pretty freakin' cool. I put a little fishing line around it and hung it from the ceiling. You could push down on R2-D2's top and hear "Artoo, fire up the converters" in Luke's voice. I just about wore that thing out. Over the years, more things were added to the collection. Nick was particularly fond of buying things for it. Randey would always add to it for Christmas. Even Des, Kaleb and Jacob would contribute some stuff every now and again. My best friend Susan spent many an hour searching e-bay for things (hilarious when you consider she couldn't figure out how to spell most of the stuff - like Taun-taun!). My sister Sherri would pick up a thing or two in her travels. Even my mom added a thing or two. Pretty soon, I was getting stuff from all kinds of people... for my birthday and holidays. Young friends of my children were giving me things (thank you for the poster, Sean!). Randey even got me the life-size Yoda for our anniversary a couple of years ago (you can see it standing on a table to the left of the round chair). I finally had to say ENOUGH! We're out of room! As crazy as this sounds, we actually bought this house when we moved to Texas in large part because of the "bonus room", as the realtor called it, because we needed something this size to display "The Collection". But we've even outgrown this room now. I have 8 or 9 more of the cardboard cut-outs in the attic because there's just no place to stand them! Even I'm beginning to question my sanity when it comes to Star Wars. Wouldn't a nice simple set of the movies on DVD have been sufficient? I keep saying that once the boys are grown and out of here, Randey and I are going to downsize to a much smaller place. That means "The Collection" will have to be whittled down to something more manageable. My three sons gasp in horror every time I mention this. They don't want to have to care for it and dust it and insure it...but "gee, Mom, you can't get rid of it now...WE love it." What a comfort to know that my boys share my passion for Star Wars. I just wish they shared my desire to see it in their homes one day! Oh who am I kidding? I'm really not ready to dole it out to them just yet anyway...I still get a kick out of turning on the lightsabers and looking at the cool figures and yeah, even hearing "Artoo, fire up the converters" in that voice I love so much. Guess I'll just have to keep it around for another year...or 50!