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Name: Mrs. C
Interests: I have addictions to blogging and lotion, and my life revolves around my family, friends, and my relationship with the Lord Jesus Christ. I was blessed to be a homeschool mom for 18 years, and my husband and I (with God's help!) raised three awesome kids. I also have four adorable grandbabies that I go visit as often as I can!!
Expertise: Probably putting my foot in my mouth, then back out again...that, and granny hugs!
Occupation: Obsessive gopher stalker.
Industry: Leopard print purses.
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Member Since:
2/27/2006
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| (I apoligize in advance for blogging about the flu) It all started with that small ache in the pit of my stomach. Just nagging at me, keeping me from diagnosing what the real problem was. Could I have eaten something that didn't agree with me? Or perhaps that Advil I took at bedtime was bothering my stomach. What time IS it? Only 10:45 pm!!!??? A lot of folks haven't even been to bed yet, and you are already awake. Wide Awake. Oooo, I think this is getting more serious. I'll try eating some crackers...that helps with nausea during pregnancy. Pregnancy. This feeling reminds me of morning sickness. That was like having the flu for three solid months. Flu. Flu? Could this be the flu? Great. I bet I have the flu. Cold. So cold. Maybe that's why I was so cold when I went to bed. If only I could throw up, I know I would feel better. Why don't you just gag yourself. Then you can empty your stomach and feel better. Gag me with a spoon. Why do people say that? Why did I used to say that? It's not funny. I need a throw up bowl. Better get one. A big one. Make it a bucket. Pepto. The big pink bottle. Are you going to be my friend or my foe? Friend-if you keep my crackers down. Foe-if they come back up, along with my dinner. Gag. Gag me with Pepto. Why does time stand still when I am sick? Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. Will this night ever end? I feel like a crazed woman. My eyes tell me this is so. I see George Bailey in them. Why won't that tune leave my head!!? I keep thinking of the same one line of a song, over and over and over and over. Sleep, if I sleep maybe I will wake up feeling better. What was I thinking? The dreams of the sick are the dreams of the tortured and demented. Must stay awake, must stay awake. Tossing, turning, head hanging in bucket. Head sleeping in bucket. Ooooo, better sit up, I think the big one is coming. Yes, yes, I think we have lift off. UP from the depths. Very loudly. Into my throw up bucket. And into my bucket. And into my bucket. Will this ever stop? Pepto. Why did I ever think you were a good idea? I never want to see you again. Especially in my bucket. Evil Pepto. Husband is running. He can hear me from the other end of the house? He must have good ears. Or I must be louder than I thought. Hot. House a-fire hot. Need cold wash rag...NOW. Ahhhhh. Relief. Sweet relief. Blessed relief. Deep sleep. No more coo-coo thoughts. No more coo-coo dreams. At least for the moment. | | |
| As I quietly sit here thinking and writing, I have an inner voice telling me that I don't have time for this. And that is true...I have a second coat of Kilz to add to some woodwork before my father in-law comes over to do some painting. But today as I have been reading my xanga subscriptions, the yearning and desire to connect here again is strong. Is there anyone out there that would notice if I came back? Many have left xanga for good. Many will have forgotten me...granny who? Many may just not care. Perhaps a few would be glad to see me again. Xanga takes time and work...unless one wants it to be all about oneself. I don't. I think that may be one of the reasons I haven't been back for a while...for me personally, it's a commitment. Another reason would be lack of creativity...what to say? I have never used my blog to just post random things about myself or my day. Not that this is a bad thing...it's just not how I have used my blog. I used it to tell stories that I felt need to be told. To encourage. To share pictures of family with old and new friends. And sometimes, to spout my opinion....a girl's gotta do that every once in a while. Regardless of who reads this....hi. I have missed you. I may not be very inspirational or creative, but I've got some things that I want to say. I may not get around xanga as much, but I am here. That being said...... Hi everyone!!! Yesterday was a milestone in my life....it was my 30th anniversary! I should say wedding anniversary, because it could have been the 30th anniversary of the day I first spoke Klingon. Or the 30th day in a row that I have worn this pair of socks. I have a gift in my life, and it is my sweet, romantic, sentimental hubby! He hasn't always been sweet, romantic, nor sentimental. He has grown and changed and developed into that guy. I have a fella that many, MANY times a day will burst out in song..singing sweet ditties to me. Not to be confused with foolish ditties...Mike's ditties are never foolish! And I often break into song and answer him back. Any of you who know us personally may have experienced that. We don't even think about it, but it can seem rather odd. One of the things I love about that guy! Mike is a servant too. He is always looking for ways to serve me...at times he puts me to shame! He wants to fix me food, he takes my dishes to the sink, he rubs my feet, my neck or my back. He makes runs to town when I have cravings...tacos here I come! He makes the bed...though not up to my standards, I appreciate it very much! He does the dishes...again, bless his heart, not up to my standards. When I am out of town he keeps the kitchen tidy...but not "clean". The dish cloths are not changed. The sinks would not be scoured. The countertops and back of the sink would not get wiped....ladies, you get my drift. If I were to die, he would probably join me soon due to ptomaine poisoning! But most of all, he loves me. Unconditionally. In all this world, other than Jesus Christ, the one thing I can count on, the one thing I do not question...is his love for me. It hasn't always been that way. We have had our troubles, and there were times when I did question his love for me. But no more. Never EVER will I question his love and devotion to me. Even though I am much more soft and ample than I was when we married. Even though my hair grew gray then silver much earlier than his (he would die if I colored my hair...says it would not be me.). Even though I have an eye that is tending to droop (along with many other body parts that are drooping!). I think we both have truly learned to love each other and accept each other just the way we are. We "get" each other. We enjoy each other's company...and we better, because he works from home and we are together almost all the time! He is an awesome man who loves the Lord, his family, his wife. He is kind and generous. Romantic...WAY more than I am. He makes me laugh...and I make him laugh. He thinks I'm adorable...and he tells me so. Life has been good these past 30 years, even with it's ups and downs. We are finally at the age where we are experiencing the fruit of our labors. And seeing the fruit of our love become our legacy. What a gift. | | |
| As I read a headline today, I literally cringed, and I felt an ache in my heart...in my very soul. "Mother accused of drowning her four year old." Tears form in my eyes just writing this. I never read the details on those types of stories, and if one comes on the television news, I mute it or turn the channel. One reason why....this hits too close to home. Another reason is that I think my heart has become extra tender since I became a grandmother. My oldest grandchild, Faith, will be three in June. I adore spending time with her, especially since she is learning so much and able to communicate more everyday...what she feels, how she thinks, what she would like to do...or NOT do. And for the first time in her young life, she gave a name to one of her toys....Lumpy Toodles. Three isn't that far from four........ I also have 2 grandsons...Clarke is two, and Micah will be two in August. And I have a fourth grandchild due in June. These precious babies mean the world to me. I would give my life for them, and can't imagine life without them. My very heart would be torn apart if anything happened to them. Hearts torn asunder........ Our local and national news has had stories in the past year about other young children dying at the hands of parents, parent's boyfriends, or babysitters. Each time I hear these opening lines on the news, I gasp, and I want to burst into tears. It's not that I don't understand being in a place of supreme frustration with a baby or very young child, because I do....... I understand a murderer........ When my dear sweet daughter Myklin was an infant, she cried all the time and she rarely slept. I was also tending to a two year old...a two year old is already a plate full. We had moved away from our home town, lived in a basement apartment, and between having one car and a husband who worked two jobs, I felt trapped and isolated. I didn't know it at the time, but I also was experiencing postpartum depression, and there were many days I stayed in my robe doing nothing around the apartment except tending little ones and watching soap operas. The dishes, the laundry, and the wet diapers on the floor (I didn't even put them in the trash can), all began to pile up around me. One particularly bad night, Myklin was crying and Mike was working late. I remember imagining banging her dear little head against the wall. Obviously I didn't....but I had the urge. And it scared me. It wasn't long before my husband walked in, and I shoved the baby in his arms and took shelter in my bed, crying my eyes out. My in-laws worried that I would hurt the children....but actually, I was more likely to hurt myself, than to hurt them. It was only by the grace of God that we made it through....that, and the help of a dear lady who decided to love me to death. She was older than me, but one of her kids was around the same age as my oldest. She would call and talk, pick up my kids to watch for an afternoon, bring meals over, let Mike and I have a night alone, or come get me and take me to her house to visit. And she prayed for me. Cindy was a God send...I didn't even know it at the time. It makes me wonder....was there someone who could have reached out to this mom....who could have given her a helping hand, or even just a listening ear? Was there a Christian person in her life that could have been praying for her? Was there a husband who could see this was a mom-bomb, about to explode? What would drive a mom to kill a four year old child? What drove THIS mom? Obviously she has many problems...mentally, spiritually, perhaps even physically. I don't know about you, but I want to stand in the gap for those too weak...for whatever reasons...to stand and "fight" on their own. Everyone I know has been put in my life for a reason. Everyone I meet this very day has also been put into my path for a reason. Perhaps I am not able to help many of them in a tangible sort of way. But I can help in another very real way....through prayer. I'm not talking about intense, intercessory prayer...although God might lead me to do that. I am talking about bullet prayers, for the people we meet, and for the friends that we think about. And yes, lending a real helping hand when the need arises. Only God knows what really is going on in their lives........ I think many of us are too busy in our own little worlds, too worried about our own lives to SEE, much less to DO anything to help others...I mean REALLY help others. Stories like these serve to give me a good kick in my mundane...man, I always need a good kick there. This story and others like it are very distressing for me......... "Except for the grace of God, there go I." | | |
| My friend, Lucy_or_Ethel really helped me this week. She had a post about how having nothing beyond the mundane to say, has never kept her quiet on her Xanga. And she encouraged the rest of us with mundane lives to keep posting....who knows what mundane tidbit another might find interesting! And you know what? She is right! She gave me a solid kick in my mundane! I think I am ready to post again. It's not that I have been so busy I didn't have time...nope...had plenty of time. I just didn't have the right frame of mind...which is silly really...because I am a firm believer you can change your frame of mind if you so choose! So dear friends (those of you who are left), here goes! In November of last year I spent two weeks helping my brother clean his house. It's a three level townhouse, and let me tell you, I must have made at least 100 trips up or down the stairs the very first evening (then down the front steps and out the door to the community dumpster)! If you were to ask me "what I do", I would most likely tell you....I Work Hard. It's What I do. After a couple dozen trips up or down the stairs, I began to feel a twinge of pain in my hips/booty. After a couple dozen more trips, it was full fledge trouble, and I knew it. My brother is single, and not only is he a pack rat, but he inherited a bunch of junk that my mom and dad had pack ratted as well...so he desperately needed the help. It was non optional for me to continue to help. Well, to make a long story just as long, after the end of two weeks my neck, back, hips and leg were in dire need of a rest and some intervention. But my brother was so grateful, and if I had to do it again...I would. I began treatments with our wonderful chiropractor/kinesiologist/acupuncturist, and found out I had Sciatica, and probably another problem not as well known, Piriformis Syndrome. The piriformis is the muscle over/around the sciatic nerve, and the same things that cause Sciatica, also causes Piriformis Syndrome. It's now May, and I have been in treatment since December. I am MUCH better...not completely well...but so much better! For now, I have good days and I have days bad days...but more good than bad. And the pain in my back and hips is gone...but has lingered in my lower leg and foot. I figure since the lower leg and foot were the last places that this showed up, it may very well be the last place it leaves. (Foot pain showed up in January) As for my hard work, it all has been put on hold. When you are living in the middle of a remodel job, that can be slightly irritating at times! Oh yes, remember my remodel job from LONG ago? No, no, it's not complete. I haven't just been derelict in showing you pictures...well, maybe a little bit derelict in showing you what we DO have finished. We all know stuff happens, and we haven't been able to finish our house because we were helping other people with their jobs...that all had time constraints. But boy howdy! When we do get back to our remodel, we have LOTS of folks wanting to help us out! And I am getting better every day. I am stronger, exercising, losing weight...trying to do all the right things for my health and well being. And I am happy....I had a touch of the "woe is me" syndrome for a time as well! But it's amazing how great I feel! Getting rid of processed foods and going raw (Hold your horses! That's with food, y'all!) has been the best! So, that's part of what has happened with me. I can think of several more things to blog about...like how I took binoculars to scope out the eye glasses shop before I went in, or how I bragged to the proprietor of my favorite Tea Room about how I didn't spill any soup on my shirt, while unbeknownst to me I had fresh soup stains staring her in the face! Oh yes, the mishaps and quirks of this granny continue on, and they must be shared! Oh, and speaking of quirky granny, I have to go back to my roots for a while....this pic of the old granny with her phony bee hive hair, leopard print purse, and riding on the motorcycle is my original xanga profile pic...or avatar, if one must be precise. She has been calling to me. She makes me laugh! I'll update next week...later today the old man and I head south to Texas. Our son in-law is graduating from college....at the top of the science department, I might add! He IS Mr. Smarty Pants...I should make him do the smarty pants dance. If you don't know what the smarty pants dance is, click here. I won't be able to be-bop in my carriage as I head south....my dear husband doesn't share my love of be-bopping to loud music. But I shall enjoy the company!! Kansas Granny Hugs! | | |
| FAITH........ 
Here she is after fixing her own hair.
She seems quite proud of herself, doesn't she?  Snuggling with Grandpa during a movie.   Fun times at the park! 
Mommy fixing her hair. ============================================================================ FAITH AND MICAH....... 
 Oh My Word! Aren't these kissing pictures adorable??? ============================================================================ MICAH......... 
I just love his hat! 
 
 
More fun pictures taken at the park. ============================================================================ COX COUPLE FAMILY PHOTOS.....  
============================================================================ CLARKE.....  Playing in the leaves. 
 
 Great photos taken by a family friend. ============================================================================ Whelp, bet you weren't looking to hear from me, now were you? I shall endeavor to catch everyone up on what's going on in my life next time. But don't hold your breath! I shall not be responsible for any one's untimely undoing!! Kansas Granny Hugs! | | |
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