Apr 282011
 

I tend to pick on my girls.  In a good way.  And they know that they can do the same. We always joke and pick on each other and call each other “brat” (or another certain “B” word… use your imagination) and it is always in jest.

To me, my daughters and I have a very good relationship.  Something special, I think.  We can talk about anything we want, good or bad, and there will be no judgment.  When they were young, the best way to let them know that they had done something wrong was to tell them that I was disappointed in them.  When that happened, they were crushed.  And when they excelled in anything, it was *high fives* and praise up the wazoo.

Each one of my daughters have things that they tend to do very well.  Christine is a fabulous cook and has made dishes with parts of an animal that I would not even dare to venture into even touching.

Nichole has the ability to craft beautiful quilts.  She’s made many over the years for her kids, friends having babies, and Corey’s kids.  Unfortunately, I have never been the recipient of one of these prized blankets.

Every time she talks about making one, I always slip a “hint” about how much I like the color of hunter green, or what the colors of my bedding are in the summer where one of her quilts would be perfect.  I’ve even gone so far as to slip in the old “boy, I sure wish that I had one of those” comments.

And always her reply was that she would get to one for me soon, she just had to get others done or that she hadn’t found the right pattern/materials yet.

But as all Mothers can attest to, we have the ability to *know* when something is going to happen.  Am I right?  Huh?

So you can only imagine how surprised I was when she presented Rick & I with this when they came up for Easter!

It is our 20 anniversary present (which isn’t until June), but she said she just couldn’t wait to give it to us.  (You think that my incessant *hints* had anything to do with it??)

Of course, when I saw the box (which she decorated in fabric used in the quilt) I knew what was inside.  But I didn’t know what it would look like.  Can you say awesome?!?

Thank you Nichole, for giving us this wonderful gift that I can’t wait to use.  You are a top-notch seamstress!

This beauty also gives me the excuse to purchase new summer bedding to put it on (real heartbreak there, I tell ya).

If anyone would like to see more photos of the pattern and gifting session, stop on over to Nichole’s blog and view the full details.  While you’re there, give her some *high fives* for a job well done.

Apr 252011
 

Easter Holiday Round 2

What does this mean?

Chris and Erik traveled the Netherlands and landed in LCO.

So what does any self-respecting parent do on a Christian holiday but to treat her daughter and future son-in-law to a wonderful dinner buffet at the local casino, followed by some beers and gambling.

PLUS: I didn’t have to cook.  *Happy Dance*

Yep, it doesn’t get any better than this.

Really, it doesn’t.  Prime rib, real mashed potatoes, deep fried shrimp…ad infinitum.  Stuff your face and wait for the food coma happiness!!

But alas, sleepytime will have to wait, because as soon as you step outside those restaurant doors, you are greeted with this:

The ever popular feed-me-your-life-savings slot machines!! *

Well, not exactly.

But they were right there, and well, we did play them.

Not these exact ones, but similar ones none-the-less.

And they were fun.

Oh, and the guys played the card tables too and had lots of fun.

And I made Chris look like a hooker while I went to the bathroom.

Actually, we were waiting for the waitress to bring us a beer and I gave her the money to pay for it while I did my business.  She said a security guard watched the exchange of money to her and after I left started walking toward her and she willed herself not to look at him.

Note to family members: Feel free to bring it up to her in future family get togethers.  She’ll love you forever.

Needless to say, the food, beer and hysterical laughter were top notch, but the overflowing pockets of money received were not so evident upon our exit from said establishment.

Fortunately, we still have our life savings tucked away in the mason jar buried in the yard like any sane person ’round these parts does.

Oh, and before I forget, I need to give a big shout-out to Grandma Lee, Erik’s lovely Grandma.  Christine told me that you have been following my blog and absolutely love it.  Well, sweetie, I love you back ten-fold for reading this website and sticking with me.  *High Five* to Erik’s Mom Judy for passing the link around to others, and I’m glad that you like what you see.  This is the real me and the world that I live in, so I’m giving you all a great big hug and welcoming you into my life.

Damn, you’re brave.

 

*Photo courtesy of Google Images

Apr 242011
 

In my mind, holidays are really for the kids.

But we’re all kids at heart, right?

So, being a big kid, I get to have fun and use my imagination when I get the Easter baskets ready for my kids and grandkids.

Unfortunately that health conscious adult steps into my world for a brief second and inserts the brown organic eggs for coloring instead of the traditional white ones.

No worries though, I bought enough chocolate and sugary candies to even it out.

I don’t know why I never thought of using the cooling racks before when I dyed eggs.  It’s such a no-brainer!

And with this coloring kit, I don’t have to worry about too much of a mess.  Have you seen the selection of kits out there nowadays?  (Stupid question I know.)  Glitter, tie dye, shake-on color… sorry, I’m a simple girl, not Martha Stewart thankyouverymuch.

5 color tablets with their corresponding cups.  Again, a no-brainer, right?  Umm… look again.  I see orange eggs and no orange cup.  And I can only make out the color on 2 of the tablets.  I thought this was supposed to be simple!

Never fear.  I threw caution to the wind (and a little water on the tablets) and got it all figured out.

Even with the brown eggs, the colors turned out pretty good!  See those 3 that still look brown?  Yeah, those were the ones dipped in yellow.  Actually, they kinda have a pukish yellow-green-orange tint to them.  Oh well, sometimes you need the WTH factor with things like this.

I was wondering when the inspectors would show up.

After I got their seal of approval I was able to move on.

But not before Thor saw the empty egg carton and thought it might possibly be edible.

OK, moving on.

Time to get these things filled with goodies!

That darn environment-conscious adult showed up again.

How dare she choose something so totally against the theme of unhealthy-candy-laden Easter baskets with good-for-the-environment recycled paper Easter grass!

We’re gonna have to have a talk later.

Unfortunately, I think she’ll end up winning… she always does.

He’s a tad nosy, don’t cha think?

Ta Da!  Lots of yummy sugar goodness topped with a gift.  Think the kids will like them?

Yay! They did!!

There’s nothing quite like loading up youngins with sugar and sending them home with their parents.

I like that part about being a Grandma.

Along with the kisses, hugs, “I wuv you Grandma”, and the homemade Easter cards.

Happy Easter everyone!!

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Apr 232011
 

It’s always a whirlwind when Nichole, Corey and the grandkids come up for a visit.  Our quiet little home suddenly transforms into the Rooney Funhouse.

The ensuing 21 hours add an additional 2 adults and 5 kids under the age of 10 packed into a house that normally consists of just 2 stuck-in-their-routine something-year-olds and 2 polar opposite cats.

Reality TV has nothing on us, baby!

If I were to really sit down and document everything that happens within that short time frame, I think that my mind would explode.  And from going through all of the pictures that were taken, it just might.

I think that the best part of these visits is for Rick.  He gets to be Grandpa for a while, and he is really good at it.  Young ones jumping on his lap, giving him hugs, and him in return giving them as much sugary snacks as he possibly can.

And he always gets to play entertainer for the kids, taking them outside and letting them be their young, energetic selves.

We don’t have  trampoline, so the trailer that is in the backyard works just fine in a pinch.

Walker found the wagon that we use to haul wood…

…and his sister Paige graciously agreed to pull him around the yard.

But Kayla kit the jackpot with the lawn tractor!

What Grandpa could deny these youngins a ride around the neighborhood?

And away they go!

They had a great time!  I could hear them laughing, singing and telling jokes at the top of their lungs a 1/4 mile away.

Rick in all his Grandpa glory, right before Walker pounced on his back wanting a piggy-back ride (which didn’t happen… sorry little dude).

I’m so glad that the weather cooperated so that they could go outside, get some fresh air and burn off some of that energy that is only reserved for the young.

I’m still trying to figure out how to bottle that energy.

I’d make a fortune.

Apr 192011
 

This time of year is always hard for me.

Not just because I’m so sick of winter that I could puke and crave the warmth of the sun and the fresh spring air.

No, it’s another reason that brings about a lot of memories.  I wish that I could say that these were good memories, but they are not.  They are reminders of an event that was very painful for me, and others in my family.

You see, 12 years ago today I lost my best friend:  my Mom.

This picture was taken when she finished nursing school in the mid-1950s.

As I’m sure you have guessed, today is not the only day that I think about her, but it is one of several days a year that I miss her the most.

When she quietly passed away, she was finally free from the pain that she had endured from Rheumatoid Arthritis for 7 years.  For those years, she was unable to do the things that she loved the most:  garden and crochet.  She had to end her nursing career early on in the disease because her entire body became affected, and at the time there was no medically known way to deal with it.  She became a guinea pig to the medical establishment, whose doctors were the best in the world.

I was looking back at some old files on my computer the other day, and found something that I had written around this time 8 years ago.

A real keepsake does not need to be a piece of jewelry or an item that is displayed in a home.  I feel that it can be something that a person carries with them in their mind and heart.  It has special meaning; a presence.  For me, it is my hands.  I look at my hands and see my mother, and the gifts that she gave to me.

She taught me that my hands could make meals that would feed my family.  They could dig the ground to plant seeds to that would grow to can vegetables to store for future meals.  They would work the land, feel the dirt and pull the weeds.  They would also nurture delicate flowers to blossom and grow; to show beauty.

Her love for playing the piano that she passed down to me with lessons, encouraging me on with her words as my fingers played the notes and listened from the audience as I played in concerts.

The patience and time my mother would take to teach me how to knit and crochet…to create beautiful slippers, potholders, and afghans.  The blankets that I make, asking for her guidance as I work each stitch, hoping that they will turn out as beautiful as hers always did.

My hands look older than their 38 years.  They have planted many gardens, crocheted blankets for babies and families. Blazed trails and built bridges.  Flipped burgers and cleaned tables at restaurants   They have wiped tears and nursed cuts.   I look at my hands and see a lifetime.

My children often ask me what my mother gave me that I cherish the most.

And I tell them about my mother’s hands.

These are just a few of the things that come to mind when I think about her.  There are many other wonderful memories, like how we always used to spend our birthdays together (since they were a day apart) either getting our hair done, going out to eat or meeting up at a casino to gamble (one of her favorites).

One thing I never do is make this a sad day for myself, because there are so many wonderful things that I have in my life because of her.  The many things she taught me that I am able to pass down to my children and grandchildren.

I have to tell you I am not a fan of these kinds of posts.  I do not like to talk about sad things.  So instead of this being something sad, I would like to think of it as the remembrance of truly remarkable woman and all of the good and happy things that her life represented.

Thank you for allowing me to share this with you.

Phyllis Mary (Papenheim) Larson

October 22, 1935 – April 19, 1999