I Am Finally Going To have My Say #FixThePlus

Yesterday I promised my daughter I would call her so today I did. I'm the type that balks at calling for reasons unknown to me except maybe I seem to always be two or three steps behind what I want to accomplish. Slow down for a phone call? Pleaseeee

On the other hand, when I connect with the person I'm calling it's so good to hear their voice, in this case, my daughters. Now I know today is Trivia Thursday but as I was catching up on my G+ #FixThePlus!!! Or take it away but anyhoo I thought to myself. This is my blog I can do what I want!

While I was talking to Ariel about the recent world's events which have been shockingly bad with the shooting in Orlando, that poor young girl singer, Christina Grimme and the poor little 2-year-old little boy getting murdered by a gator, what the hell!?

We also touched on the subject of who may end up the president and while we were talking I thought to myself how mature my daughter had gotten discussing world events together so I told her how much I admired all she had done and accomplished. The problem...she and practically one-half of my family lives in Florida, just not in Orlando.

I then filled her in on the subject of our moving sometime in July, my disability claim and my health, in general, finding out what I am used to I realized she was not used to it at all, my first instinct is to try and shield my kids from worrying about me.

After the phone call, I talked to Mr. Rose about it and we both came to the conclusion it's better they know then leave both kids in the dark. We did have a laugh together, it wasn't all doom and gloom. We are moving to a 2-bedroom apt. and will be getting furniture as we go so I told her you can visit but you will have to bring your own beds! We both said air mattresses at the same time!

I don't know what's going on as far as all the havoc and I can only pray it won't happen again or to anyone I love and know. Please, all I want is peace, love and a tolerance for whoever it may concern.

Wouldn't world peace be nice?

Saturday Cartoons As A Kid

Finally, it's the long-awaited day...Saturday. I would wake up to the smell of pancakes or waffles, joyously jump out of bed, go eat breakfast, sprawl out on the carpet in the living room, and turning on cartoons.

 I would watch H.R. Puffnstuff, who's your friend when things get rough. Now I look at that image and think to myself, "What was I thinking"? As a kid, I loved that show.

The Pink Panther was another show I loved watching. I dressed up as the Pink Panther when I was in my twenties complete with a bobbing tail. Pink tights, a pink leotard, a coat hanger made into a tail and presto.

Mighty Mouse with "Here I come to save the day". It was so fun watching this little mouse beat up those huge villains. He was the strongest mouse I knew, he was going to come save me from the bullies at school.

Yosemite Sam, "I hates rabbits." Shooting wildly everywhere. PePe Le Pew who's antics would crack me up no matter how many times I watched this poor little kitty trying to get away from that smelly skunk.

I loved Gumby and his sidekick Pokey proudly owning one of each bending them every which way I would entertain myself for hours.
I liked Mr. Magoo laughing at his antics being blind as a bat but he always got out of trouble, barely.

Woody Woodpecker, Chilly Willy, Bugs Bunny, Heckle & Jeckle, Boris & Natasha, I can almost her rough husky voice now. Underdog, The Flintstones and so much more were my best friends until one by one they became repeats, a simpler time I can still remember.

What were your favorite cartoons when you were a little kid?

Thinking Back Tuesdays My Story #3

Continued from last Tuesday...
This story was inspired when my first born Grandson was still in his mommy's belly. Now I am writing for two for my second grandson who is on his way. I love you both.

                                                   Grandma Rose

I became friends with a pair of sisters who had an older pair of sisters that lived right down the street from where I lived. These girls were younger then I was but had more trust and freedom from their mother than I did from my mother. So I practically lived over there for with all the screaming and arguing at my house it was a wonderful refuge. 

When I finally found my brother, your Uncle Chris, after thirty years he has had contact with at least Jessie who was the youngest of the sisters. Jody was the older girls name. Very pretty like her mother. I remember a fig bush where we would eat our fill of in her back yard after much convincing from Jody. We would lay out a blanket, lay down looking up into the heavens pretending that the airplane lights were aliens. We were so close that we would call each other at the same exact time just picking up the phone, no ring, just both of us saying at the same time.."Hello"??

 I grew up as a single child until I was eight years old. My father and grandpa were carpenters and contracted what was called “The Dream Homes”, paying off the house was $120.00 a month plus utilities. All the houses had two designs and our house was near the Main Road. The whole place was in a circle with the school being right in the middle, grades kindergarten to the sixth grade.

  I remember moving once to San Diego, California but we moved back. I remember a trailer park and a very cold trailer and feeding squirrels peanuts by hand. In my new school, I had made one new friend and went over to her house listening to music and being silly dancing to with a banana peel for a hat on my head. My old school sending me a Valentines Day Card signed with my schoolmates name on it.

My mom was pregnant with my brother at that time and I barely remember a house we had moved into and squishing my finger in a doorway. Funny the stuff you remember. My Aunt Stella and Uncle Dan, my Dad's brother lived in San Diego, but we ended up moving back home to the Desert. I loved and missed San Diego. My Aunt and Uncle had a two story drafty house which us kids trampled through after we traveled the three hours to visit them. 

There are one older brother and two sisters and later to come another boy. My cousin Mark is now in heaven. I remember lots and lots of green foliage. The cool air that warmed up around noon time. Plants and trees everywhere, six blocks down was the beach which I practically lived. I almost drowned once but that’s pretty good after a lifetime of swimming in the ocean. 

I always thought it was so neat to be able to see the ocean from my cousin's house. Getting down to the beach was the ultimate rush tho! My Uncle had taken skateboards and built them into scooters and we all had one. Our shoes were our brakes much to my mother's dismay. I sure wish I had that kind of energy again running up and down that hill and stomping through the neighbor's yards playing the night game of tag. It was non-stop fun. Then we would all go upstairs and blankets were laid out for us all to sleep on in that attic with the slanted walls that I occasionally hit my head on.

 I had my first coffee from my Aunt Stella. Lots of creamer and  sugar and I loved it! My mother was totally against it so it was our little secret. Next would come running in and out and all around the neighborhood until it became the time for homemade ice cream that never failed to give me brain freeze, but it was so good. That and watermelon and after we were done eating we would have watermelon seed spitting contests. Watermelon seeds everywhere which made the critters happy. I love it there.

 My Aunt read Tarot Cards which my mother was totally against, but I'm sorry to say my mother didn't like much of anything. I liked the inside of Aunt Stella's house with the beaded curtains which us kids would go swishing through and brightly colored decorations all over. My mother found it “tacky”. I loved it. I would dream of how this was my real life and thank God for dreams for they are free. 

To be continued next Thinking Back Tuesday

How do you like my story so far?

Thinking Back Tuesdays My Story #2

Continued from last Tuesday...

                                                 Grandma Rose's Story

When I was a little girl I was very calm most of the time. I could be a silly little thing making jokes and giggles laughing so hard at it all. I remember going to bed and this was up until I was eight years old,  dreaming away in full color and remembering every detail as if I was actually there. One of my dreams was I would float higher and higher looking down on the world.

Another dream I used to have on a regular basis was my father, mother and me driving in a jungle at top speed with a dinosaur right be-hide us and it crashing through the window dragging my mother out of the car. Weird.

Another one was about getting lost. I would be shopping and I remember in my dream picking up some pants thinking to myself how real they felt. Then I would be in a horseshoe type apartment complex on the walkway and my mother was gone and I was all alone.

I loved my dreams about flying it was so fun! These dreams were on replay most of my childhood. In fact, when I lived in Waterboro, Maine your Daddy was 2 or 3 years old and he was having bad dreams. He came to me one night and told me he didn't want to go to bed because he was having bad dreams so being the awesome Mommy that I was I did a chant which I repeated as he got a little older.

The chant went something like this. While I was whirling around and around with my arms outstretched I would chant: “Bad dreams bad dreams go away...repeat...Go away to the moon”! Which then I would make a sweeping motion with my arms as if gathering up all the bad dream vibes and tossing them into the air. It got a little tricky me being so clumsy, but I pulled it off.

Our local Elementary School was from Kindergarten to the 6th grade. All I remember about Kindergarten is gram crackers & milk and laying down to rest on a mat.  I remember hanging upside down when I was in 4th  grade falling flat on my back knocking the wind right out of me, playing RingaRoundtheRosie and writing Mike in the sand with the toe of my shoe. Guess I started liking boys at a tender age!

I also started singing in the 6th grade which I took all the way to the 12th grade. I'm telling you nowadays it's a lot better with hot lunches. No soggy tuna sandwiches or warm baloney...gross! And no warm smelly milk jugs. Lunch was not a fun time!

I loved to run and I was fast although I'd fall down hence the scars on my knees. I remember this boy. I was with a bunch of school girls and the boys were across the field and one threw a rock hitting me. I was very angry about that and, later on, that day at next recess I spotted him. That's when my white saddle shoes came in handy which I hated with a passion. Without thinking, I snuck up behind him and kicked him as hard as I could in the ankle almost dropping him to the ground. He never bothered me again.

I have always been a loner as a kid and later as a teenager. Nothing like I am now. I would hook up with one friend and tolerate the others. This one girl I became friends with the friendship started out  in the school yard. I had grabbed her sweater from her and we were racing around the school yard, but I could run circles around her. There was this Volley Board which I loved playing on and as we were running around it I tossed up her sweater and lo and behold it draped right over the top...opps!

 Needless to say, I got in trouble for that one with the janitor having to get a ladder to get her sweater! We became friends after that. The family was Mormons. All the houses in the Dream Homes were one of two models so being in a friend's house was almost like being at home minus the yelling. There were 3 girls and 1 boy and I practically lived over there. I remember sitting down and having one of the sisters brush my hair for hours and talking the night away. As life went on we lost touch only to touch base with each other after 30 years. All because of Facebook.

To be continued next Tuesday....

The Children Also?

I'm telling you this is a sore subject for me. Two points of interest. One, weight gain and two, children. Put the two together and what do you get? A sore subject that's what.

I got this from a Thrive Market's email which at first glance caught my attention because they deliver. I'm having a bit more trouble getting out right now especially since it's winter so I look for home food delivery. Then I saw the prices. Maybe someone else in a better place financially can take advantage.

Always curious I start googling about dieting and sure enough, 34 % of 5-year-old girls do think about dieting and this is with a parent's influence of course.

 I went to my six-month exam yesterday. Taking shoes off and putting my purse down didn't make much of a difference on my weight numbers. But yesterday's visit got me to thinking about the article I read and what we teach our kids.

The number one rule you grew up with was clean your plate, 'specially if you took  a second helping. Good rule? Bad rule? Who knows. There are a lot of mixed messages out there. Feed the homeless but you read articles of restaurants and grocery stores throwing their 'expired' stuff away.

Then there is the occasional article about that random obese child whose weight is wildly out of control. So, in conclusion, is it a good idea that some of our kids are already thinking about weight gain at such a tender age?

As long as they are not barfing (I know, gross) I think maybe it's good that 34% are in touch with themselves early on.

What do you think? I love stories so do tell.

It's For The Children and Of Course ME

Brings back memories.

I'm doing a sort of end of the year clean up of my blog. Especially the posts. I'm not saying I'm an expert now, but I'm sure as hell a lot better then when I started.

I came to this conclusion with the attitude "what the heck, it IS my blog ha-ha". Before I was fretting if it was right or wrong to do this.

I also have some of the heavy-weights of blogging to share my stuff which I am forever grateful. Thank-you...#1 would be my husband, I love you, honey.

• Jeremy Crow
• Tim Clark
• Nikki DeMc
• Nael Noaman 
• Saltybug
• Christian Touchet
• Mike Raven
• Adelearcher
• Chumplady 

and if I have missed anyone, thank you as well.

I also noticed my "niche" came to me instead of me looking for it. It's my funny sense of humor and making people laugh or at least thoughtful and inspired not to take life too seriously. Maybe all four if I'm lucky.

I also changed my actual blog's colors and fonts...again, a tweak here, a tweak there, if I'm honest a complete makeover. I hope I will someday be happy once and for all with how my blog looks until then...

So without further ado one of my earlier posts.

                            Emerson Elementary School.

Do you want to know the best thing about volunteering? No work politics and they treat you really nice.
My job was in the office filing and copying. I got to know the teachers one by one. Of course, I had my favorites.I would go outside to look after the kids at their recess. I even tried out some of the rides & swings on the  playground myself. Someone has to be sure it's all working correctly.Of course, I volunteered at Ariel & Tysen's classrooms. (Those are my children) All those little kids were so much fun. I really liked one on one reading time.What was really neat when I was shopping over to Walmart for school supplies for my kids, other little kids would shout, "That's Ariel's or Tysen's mom." Great way to get involved in your community. I promote volunteering. No matter who's life you touch either  human or animal aka furry friend. it will impact both of your lives. 

       Have you ever volunteered?