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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 three 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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| 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! | | |
| I am really having trouble with this xanga thing! First I'm here...then I'm not...then I am...then I'm not! What's up with that? I must be fickle to the max! I do know this...I think about my xanga friends, but taking the time to actually get on...well, YOU know that just isn't happening!
I have been so burned out using the computer lately. We have been researching cars for about a month, and refrigerators to boot. Hours and hours and HOURS of research takes it's toll. However, I am pleased to announce we are the proud parents of a two year old Toyota, Camry. And all my research didn't really help us...except to know that the Camry is a great car (which we already knew). We ended up buying my husband's sister's car. Plus they bought our old car, so we didn't have to sell it ourselves! SO glad that's over! I NEED all the brain cells that went to car shopping for other more important things! 
Thought the fridge thing was over too, but we are going to have Best Buy come and pick up the model we bought. First there was a ding in it, and they brought the silly thing in anyway, without telling me it was there (yes, THEY knew). After it was settled in place he showed me the ding, and said I could call the store and get the fridge for a reduced price, or they could come back with another one. I should have told him right then, take it back. But the bargain shopper in me kicked in, and it kind of depended on how much they would take off the one in my kitchen. It ended up we didn't like the one in my kitchen anyway! The shelves are not sturdy enough to hold heavy things without bending in the middle. Back to square one...and now in a time crunch. They pick up the dinged one next Thursday...um....we better find the right one before then!
Yep, I think about xanga....especially when I'm eating out with my hubby, and a fly is being especially annoying. So what does this granny do? She swats at it of course. Not a problem...except I do it with the hand that is holding a fork...with yummy steak on it....and OFF it flies! It was pretty funny actually...and sad. Losing a great piece of steak for a FLY. (They are my arch enemies.  )
And I wondered about my xanga friends last week when I was getting ready to go get my hair cut. I wondered if any other woman actually fixes her hair BEFORE she goes to the Salon. I am more concerned that my hair dresser see my hair looking GOOD than just about any other person on the planet! I've always been that way.....it doesn't make sense, does it?
And I thought about xanga when I was this close *holds up fingers to indicate the tiniest amount* to buying a limited edition, glacier blue, Pacific Touring, tricked out, PT Cruiser. I know....the PT is either a love it or hate type of car. But they sure are fun to drive! Add a sun roof, leather seats, turbo engine, and a spoiler, and well...GO GRANNY GO!!!  And as you know that didn't happen. We got the sensible car that was a rare deal. My NEXT car might have to be one that's a little more fun...
So I shall end with the latest news. We head off to Texas this afternoon to visit family down there. Needing some grandbaby hugs! And daughter hugs....and well, son-in-law hugs, best girlfriend hugs, brother hugs....you get the picture! We will be taking the Camry out for it's first road trip with us. I am sure it will not let us down. 
Fickle or not, my intentions are always good. But as they always say...you can't eat good intentions! Actually, I just made that up, but it sounded pretty good....not to mention that it didn't even FIT with what I was saying! I do love you all, and I shall not make any more promises that I can not keep. But I can promise this....I shall return!
Eventually........
Love and Hugs!
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