It's been about 2 years since I have gotten a new purse, so I was way overdue! The other one was still in good shape, but I was sick of it and it was pretty small! So here is my new one! Go figure, I go for the purple one!!
Monday, January 12, 2009
Friday, January 2, 2009
Today is a bittersweet day.
January 2nd seems to come around every year. It was my Grandpa Maynard's birthday. And now, in 2009, I still celebrate it in my own little way.
It's been quite a few years since Grandpa passed away. I still remember all too clearly Dad and Katie knocking at my door early in the morning to tell me he had passed away. Funny thing was, as soon as I heard the knock I knew. I had a weird dream the night before. I dreamed that Grandpa said good bye to me. I remember waking up crying.
Grandpa and I always had a special relationship. He had many health problems also, like his asthma and his emphysema. I remember many times, Grandpa could understand my asthma attacks when no one else could, because no one else has ever had to feel that way in my family. Except for Grandpa and I. It was our little bond that kept us closer and only he could truly understand.
And then there were his treats! Grandpa always had his certs and his black licorice nibs. It was always a treat when we got those from him. But if it was too close to supper, he would tell Grandma we didn't have any! (He wasn't going to be the reason we ruined our supper!) As a kid, I remember walking up to his just saying, "Grandpa Please?" And he knew. He would joke with us about what we wanted and eventually, that strong hand of his went into his pocket and pulled out the certs.
Grandpa was always someone you could look up to. His cancer went into remission for 20 years, even right after his treatments, he wanted to be on the land farming with Dad. Nothing was going to keep him away from what he loved. He never let his illnesses get him down. When I would be frustrated about my asthma, he would tell me,"It's just the hand you got dealt, now you just need to learn how to play that hand". He was right.
He did everything he could so that we always had memories. I remember one Halloween, it was storing HORRIBLY! They of course were our storm home in Clifford since they lived 4 blocks from the school. It was Mark and I and 2 other kids, I want to say maybe Lori and Joel?? But I'm not sure at all. We were all upset because we wouldn't be able to go trick or treating. So Grandpa got all dressed up and went out to the garage. Grandma got all of us kids all bundled up and Grandpa tied a rope from the garage to the neighbors house so we could go trick or treating to at least one other home. So we get outside, had to follow along the rope, and got to go to one other home. Boy they must have loved us to do that for us!
And exactly how does one learn to play card games without Grandpas? Grandpa would play cards with me forever if he could. I remember when he was int he hospital in Mayville before he passed away, and I would drop off my son with Mom and Dad and go play cards with Grandpa for hours. He knew he was near the end and he still had to play cards with me. I tried to leave a couple of times and he would say, "One more game".
So today is the day I celebrate my Grandpa Maynard. I celebrate his love for his family, his love of Grandma and his love for life. I go buy myself some certs, black licorice and play a couple of games of solitaire all by myself. And just remember. I love you and miss you still.
It's been quite a few years since Grandpa passed away. I still remember all too clearly Dad and Katie knocking at my door early in the morning to tell me he had passed away. Funny thing was, as soon as I heard the knock I knew. I had a weird dream the night before. I dreamed that Grandpa said good bye to me. I remember waking up crying.
Grandpa and I always had a special relationship. He had many health problems also, like his asthma and his emphysema. I remember many times, Grandpa could understand my asthma attacks when no one else could, because no one else has ever had to feel that way in my family. Except for Grandpa and I. It was our little bond that kept us closer and only he could truly understand.
And then there were his treats! Grandpa always had his certs and his black licorice nibs. It was always a treat when we got those from him. But if it was too close to supper, he would tell Grandma we didn't have any! (He wasn't going to be the reason we ruined our supper!) As a kid, I remember walking up to his just saying, "Grandpa Please?" And he knew. He would joke with us about what we wanted and eventually, that strong hand of his went into his pocket and pulled out the certs.
Grandpa was always someone you could look up to. His cancer went into remission for 20 years, even right after his treatments, he wanted to be on the land farming with Dad. Nothing was going to keep him away from what he loved. He never let his illnesses get him down. When I would be frustrated about my asthma, he would tell me,"It's just the hand you got dealt, now you just need to learn how to play that hand". He was right.
He did everything he could so that we always had memories. I remember one Halloween, it was storing HORRIBLY! They of course were our storm home in Clifford since they lived 4 blocks from the school. It was Mark and I and 2 other kids, I want to say maybe Lori and Joel?? But I'm not sure at all. We were all upset because we wouldn't be able to go trick or treating. So Grandpa got all dressed up and went out to the garage. Grandma got all of us kids all bundled up and Grandpa tied a rope from the garage to the neighbors house so we could go trick or treating to at least one other home. So we get outside, had to follow along the rope, and got to go to one other home. Boy they must have loved us to do that for us!
And exactly how does one learn to play card games without Grandpas? Grandpa would play cards with me forever if he could. I remember when he was int he hospital in Mayville before he passed away, and I would drop off my son with Mom and Dad and go play cards with Grandpa for hours. He knew he was near the end and he still had to play cards with me. I tried to leave a couple of times and he would say, "One more game".
So today is the day I celebrate my Grandpa Maynard. I celebrate his love for his family, his love of Grandma and his love for life. I go buy myself some certs, black licorice and play a couple of games of solitaire all by myself. And just remember. I love you and miss you still.
Friday, October 31, 2008
My Ghost
In the true spirit of Halloween, I have decided to post a picture of our ghost. This picture was caught in our garage at about 2 am. It woke my husband up from a dead sleep by yelling his name. He woke up to find this blue thing floating above him, but he didn't see any face in it. Then he grabbed his cell phone and grabbed a picture of it. Then he watched it zoom across the garage and disappear through the huge door that goes up. (which was down!)
Friday, October 17, 2008
The new haircut....
well, this is it. My new haircut. first time I have had bangs in maybe 20 years or so????
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
I'm trying
To keep my sanity that is. It has been such a long month.
First with Grandma passing away. I will still break down at absolutely nothing and just sit with tears rolling. I know it's still new and it will get easier, but right now, it's not.
Then with my son. He is back in placement as most know. He refuses to talk to me. I have no idea why. Apparently it's my fault he relapsed and is back in placement. So I am very torn about that. One side of me says let him throw his fit. When he grows up some, he will realize the shoplifting, vandalism, drinking, drugs, and absenting are not things I told him to do. He did them on his own accord. On the other hand, this is my little boy. I can't stand the thought of not being close to him. Hopefully it's just something he is going through.
Now my daughter. She just can't seem to pull it together this school year. she doesn't write in her planner, she doesn't do any chores lately, but expects the money for it (which doesn't happen by the way!). Sits in front of the TV, eats all kinds of junk food behind our backs. We don't' even buy it at home, but she gets it from friends at school. She weighs 125 and I just don't think that's healthy for her! So I'm stressing about that!
Brent can't be much help right now, he is in the beet fields for another week. So I don't' even see or talk to him most days.
Now we lost my Great Aunt Helen. She was the most amazing woman too! She never had kids, always had money, travelled throughout Europe when she was 87 on a train trip by herself! She was such a strong woman, always so kind! She thought of my Dad and my Uncle and all their cousins as "her"kids. We all always got birthday and Christmas gifts from her. Every time I was in Minneapolis, I always stopped to see her. She was one of those who always looked immaculate! She was so beautiful, it's hard to see her go. But she hit the Anderson Age of 94. All the Anderson women, my grandma, all 3 of her sisters and her Mom all made it to 94, but never say 95.
Jewelry parties are going very well, but it gets a little frantic! lol Especially with Brent in the field, I have to plan where Skylar needs to go too.
Bills are not really piling up, but they could magically go WAY down and I wouldn't complain!!
My daytime job is starting to wear on me. Don't get me wrong, I do LOVE my job, but we have one person in accounting who can't figure out hers and I spend my Tuesday morning fixing all her mistakes and redoing everything she did Monday. To me, this is a completely unnecessary step. I have enough of my own work, why the hell should I have to hers also? Really, how hard is to to know that an invoice that totals, $2064.76 and the company that owes it paid $2012.76 is SHORT, not long.
So in conclusion, I am trying to keep my sanity, my patience, my temper, but it's really getting hard to do sometimes.
First with Grandma passing away. I will still break down at absolutely nothing and just sit with tears rolling. I know it's still new and it will get easier, but right now, it's not.
Then with my son. He is back in placement as most know. He refuses to talk to me. I have no idea why. Apparently it's my fault he relapsed and is back in placement. So I am very torn about that. One side of me says let him throw his fit. When he grows up some, he will realize the shoplifting, vandalism, drinking, drugs, and absenting are not things I told him to do. He did them on his own accord. On the other hand, this is my little boy. I can't stand the thought of not being close to him. Hopefully it's just something he is going through.
Now my daughter. She just can't seem to pull it together this school year. she doesn't write in her planner, she doesn't do any chores lately, but expects the money for it (which doesn't happen by the way!). Sits in front of the TV, eats all kinds of junk food behind our backs. We don't' even buy it at home, but she gets it from friends at school. She weighs 125 and I just don't think that's healthy for her! So I'm stressing about that!
Brent can't be much help right now, he is in the beet fields for another week. So I don't' even see or talk to him most days.
Now we lost my Great Aunt Helen. She was the most amazing woman too! She never had kids, always had money, travelled throughout Europe when she was 87 on a train trip by herself! She was such a strong woman, always so kind! She thought of my Dad and my Uncle and all their cousins as "her"kids. We all always got birthday and Christmas gifts from her. Every time I was in Minneapolis, I always stopped to see her. She was one of those who always looked immaculate! She was so beautiful, it's hard to see her go. But she hit the Anderson Age of 94. All the Anderson women, my grandma, all 3 of her sisters and her Mom all made it to 94, but never say 95.
Jewelry parties are going very well, but it gets a little frantic! lol Especially with Brent in the field, I have to plan where Skylar needs to go too.
Bills are not really piling up, but they could magically go WAY down and I wouldn't complain!!
My daytime job is starting to wear on me. Don't get me wrong, I do LOVE my job, but we have one person in accounting who can't figure out hers and I spend my Tuesday morning fixing all her mistakes and redoing everything she did Monday. To me, this is a completely unnecessary step. I have enough of my own work, why the hell should I have to hers also? Really, how hard is to to know that an invoice that totals, $2064.76 and the company that owes it paid $2012.76 is SHORT, not long.
So in conclusion, I am trying to keep my sanity, my patience, my temper, but it's really getting hard to do sometimes.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
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