The sound of the whip-poor-will takes me right back to my childhood in rural malung township.  I used to beam at the sound of the very unique bird.  When we moved back here seven years ago that was one of the things I looked forward to.  Unfortunately I was never blessed with that opportunity.  Until tonight.  Seven long years and finally the sound echoed through my open bathroom window.  I am still smiling that is how thrilled I am!


The long weekend!

In years past I would get so bored with staying home on a long weekend.  I would always want to plan a getaway or at least a few trips to somewhere other than our place.

But now I love to spend the weekend tooling around our place finding little things to delight in!  Benjamin Mitch and I spent the latter half of yesterday playing, fixing and mowing late into the evening and I tell you what it was perfect.  I can’t think a better way to spend an evening!

Mitch and I not so long ago got into a fight because I didn’t want to “help” him rake the yard of leaves.  Well lets clarify something first.  I hate raking, I always have hated raking and probably always will!  Then lets clarify something else.  We only have one good rake.  So who do you think gets that?  Not me! 

So our argument did not get very far.  I will do anything else in the yard, but not that.  Besides when you get a nice pile of leaves a gust of wind always comes up and sweeps it back over the lawn.  Why would you want to set your self up for that kind of non-sense? 

There was no arguing this weekend though.  We have had a fantastic weekend.  I don’t want it to end, but I suppose it has to.


I erupted in a huge argument yesterday at work over rules.  One of the guys I work with says he gives up on all this crap.  People should be able to do what ever they want.

The thing that really set me off was when he said that it’s not that big of a deal that Miss California posed for less than tasteful photos when she was younger.  He said who cares!  It was on her own time, before she was famous.  And furthermore he said we as a society just need to get used to the fact that #1 sports figures are going to use drugs and #2 beautiful women are going to pose for pictures.  WHAT!

Are you kidding me!  We have to embrace that and except it as the “norm” now?  I don’t think so! 

Then he went on to say look at this teenage boy who went to prom with his girlfriend and got into trouble.  He shouldn’t be in trouble either.  This is where I got ugly.  I think I even slammed my hand on the table.

My comment with blazing eyes and heart pounding out of my chest came as a shout.  What happened to following the rules?  Why can’t anyone just follow the rules anymore?  It’s in the rules that sports figures do not do drugs.  It’s in the rules that Miss America not take her clothes off for a camera.  It was in the rules of that teenagers school not to dance, hold hands or listen to rock and roll music.  He likely broke three rules not just one.  And his step father says we will be taking this to court!  That is ridiculous!  What are we teaching our kids?  If we don’t like the rules just break them and then we will take it to court and show how wrong they were and right we were.  If the people do not agree with the rules of the school then why are they letting their kids go there in the first place? 

Give me a break people!  We need to start evaluating our morals and inner workings.  Things are getting out of hand in a rapid pace and I don’t like where it is going.

My Mom

My mom has a look about her when she is concerned about one of her little chicks.  She is so caring and loving and has such a gentle touch.  She is always willing to help out when she can. 

At the drop of a hat she will fly to rescue one of her injured chicks.

My son and her share a wonderful smile/grin and I laugh when they both show it off to the world.  I can’t imagine what my life would be like without her. 

She has always been there for me and my family now to hold our hand, to cry with us, to laugh with us and just be with us. 

As I grow older I am finding that we are such similar creatures.  I think we are even beginning to look a little like one another:)  Certainly I am beginning to act more like her:)

I want to say thank you to my mom who, even though I don’t show it all the time, has a special place in my heart and whom I love very much!

Thanks mom for teaching me what unconditional love is!

My Grandma

While I was at work yesterday a woman came in to pay for her flight.  I could not help but stare at her hands.  She had my Grandma’s hands.

Dark color, loose skin reminicent of an aged person and dark blue veins that bulged slightly above her skin.  Her fingers bony and slightly crooked from literally working her fingers to the bone. 

She wore her mothers ring and her wedding ring.  No fancy, flashy jewelery, just what let everyone know she was a loving wife and devoted mother and grandmother.

Those hands would hold me to read a story or hold a hymnal to sing a song.  They would hold a spoon to stir whatever was causing that heavenly smell or hold the coffee pot out to fill someones cup.

I miss my Grandma!  She was quite a lady!  I know she would be proud of me:-)