Thursday, October 22, 2009
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Nobody leaves this place without singing the blues.
They’re slowed down because you can’t escape or run away;
you can only go through what life puts before you.
It’s amazing what happens when we tell our story.
Things aren’t quite as bad as we thought.
Oh, they may be bad alright,
but naming them takes away their ruthless power.
A little perspective helps too.
This is what I love: when you sing the blues you go through them.
And it’s really the only way.
Oh, I’ve tried other ways. Haven’t you?
The old Spiritual explains it though:
You can’t go around them ‘cause they’re too wide;
you can’t go over them ‘cause they’re too high;
and you can’t go under them ‘cause they’re too low.
I guess I’ll just go through, and try to keep singing. (Of course, anyone who has heard me sing, might ask that I investigate another way.)
Thursday, October 1, 2009
So I have a friend who goes to church with me. She has been asking me numerous times to come and play Mah Jong with she and her neighbor. I finally decided that I would count it as missionary work, :) and give it a try.
I must say that I LOVE games. Always have. This is not the Mah Jong that you play on the computer. This one apparently is played by the Jewish women of New York (which is what and where my neighbor is) for blood and money! She is a typical Easterner and is very too the point, a little bossy, but very nice and very excited to be training some “competetion.” Little does she know, I have no money :), am not that competitive, and am anemic!
It is pretty fun, but she wants to play twice a week. I had them all over to my house on Monday and they stayed from 12:00 to 4:00 and I had to scoot them out!!!!
My one and only winning hand!
I’ll let you know if I become competitive. Stay tuned.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
One proud daddy.
Of course, Jacqui fits right in where ever she goes and the hospital is her home away from home!
Laurie is here to help take care of the Jardine household, Creed is not allowed to visit because of the HlNl virus.
I am sure there are more pictures to come, but we are so grateful for another healthy little princess. That makes our count, 6 Princesses with one more on the way, and three little men….We are very blessed.
I finally have pictures of the walls that I painted in Tara’s house. I used to tole paint all of the time, and had the opportunity to do it on a bigger scale, by painting a room for Gage.
At the time, Home On The Range, was the big movie. So a Little Patch Of Heaven, was from the movie.
Not a good angle of the barn, but you get the idea.
Loved the pigs in the mud!
Chicken coop and pond with little duckies.
My favorites, the cows. Reminds me of my childhood.
As close as I have come to planting a complete garden.
That’s all folks!
Monday, September 21, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
Family has always been one of my greatest blessings. My whole life has been made up of people surrounding me that I love. I will try to concentrate on one side and then the other.
Marjory Blanche Swan Malone was my paternal grandmother. Man did I love her. She was so sweet and kind, loving and soft! ( She was fluffy and I loved to lay on her and have her rock me.) She was a scrub nurse at the hospital and no matter where she went, she would call in and leave a number where they could reach her. I think it gave her life purpose. She loved to have people over for dinner and when she did, she would set the table so prettily. That is where I got my love of dishes. She never had anything material really, but she loved pretty dishes. She made fried rabbit that would melt in your mouth.
Mike, Diane, Kelly and I would always go over to Grandmothers’. She would give us anything to make forts in her backyard and always help us.
We would stay all night and when I did, I slept with her. She would leave her false teeth under my pillow, every time, and ask me in the morning, where her teeth were! At night we would eat fried egg sandwiches, (how did I do that?) and watch Peter Gun on TV. I can still hear that music in my head.
egg hunt at her house, among her flowers. She especially loved Iris’ and I can see her bending over, hands behind her back, smelling her flowers.
Grandmother loved to play canasta. She taught us kids from a young age how to play and I still do to this day. She taught Diane and I how to play Jacks and we used to do that for hours in Oklahoma. Grandmother loved to swim. We used to go to the lakes around Porum all the time. I grew up camping, water skiing, and swimming. Grandma wasn’t skinny (it didn’t matter to her, plus I thought she was beautiful) and would put on a suit with the best of us. I got some of my worst sunburns in Oklahoma at her house! :(
Grandmother was a strong member of the Bouciant ?, the women’s arm of the Masonic Lodge. My Dad and Uncle Bud, and my Grandfather Malone, all obtained the highest rank in the Masons. This is her, very proud of her two sons.
One year, she was the chairperson for the cancer drive in Liberal. I used to go downtown and sit in her office with her. She was a good member of the Methodist Church and I went with her there on occasion.
My grandmother was one of the sweetest people. I never heard her talk badly about anyone, she never swore, drank, smoked, or was uncouth in any way. She had a very, very hard life. Her mother died when she was 4. She was basically raised by an older sister who was nothing like her. She married and was pregnant ten times. Three miscarriages, one stillbirth, two children died from Hemophylia, and another one from Meningitis, and three children who lived to adulthood, my father being one of them. Diane’s dad, Uncle Bud, and my Aunt Martha.
Aunt Martha with Mike……
She lived with Arthritis that was very painful. I used to want to just hug her and hug her, and sometimes she would just wince, not complaining.
She would write to me in college and I always loved her letters. She passed away in her early 70’s, watching her favorite show, General Hospital. :) I could go on and on, but will save it for another post. I hope that I am like her in just a few ways. I love you Grandmother.