A Shared Room

June 13, 2017 at 8:45 pm (COMFORT AND JOY, Creative Non- Fiction, Memoir, Middle age, positive thinking) (, , , )

 

Growing up, my family lived on the outskirts of town on a ranch. My twin brother and I were in 4-H. We raised sheep, ducks,horses,rabbits and were visited often by the snakes who loved to snack on baby rabbits. I look back on my youth with a new appreciation. I used to dream of switching homes for the weekend with one of my friends. I laughed to myself every time I heard how lucky I am to get to ride my horse anytime I wanted. You also paid for the hay to feed your horse, cleaned the big smelly coral, had to brush the horse everyday. , You get up at six every morning to feed and water the sheep and the rabbits. Then rush to get dressed and eat breakfast before heading the mile walk to the bus stop. I lived a mile away from the nearest housing tract. ( some friends were still jealous). 

 I sometimes envied my friends because they had a few more girls to go into town with and play with. I only had my brother and the animals to talk to. Having a twin brother was fine until one of you wore out his or her welcome and then you fought. Life is always greener on the other side of the AstroTurf. I can really say I had to realize not everyone was lucky enough to have a horse at eight years old with a huge orchard behind my house yo ride. My parent kept a couple of horses for family because we had such a big coral. On weekends we usually had a crowd for dinner and then horse back riding. My dad was the proud owner of a 1946 Willies Jeep,so we had fun driving around the many trails and mountains behind our house. 

I didn’t realize how lucky I was to have only my twin brother until I started to sleep over at a friend’s house. My brother and I had always had our own bedroom. We both shared a bathroom,but we had our own space. I used to watch a few sitcoms in the 1970’s and wondered how  sisters and brothers could  share the same room and bathroom without taking a number. I did not realize closet space was at a premium, shared dressers,you had to all agree on a room color and pictures, no privacy, wanting to borrow your older sisters clothes. Some of my friends had two sisters and a brother.

When my brother and I were teens, we decorated our rooms in our taste. When we moved into the house,my dad painted the room the color of our choice,as we got older, we put up posters.  I had a crush on Randolph Mantooth,you could not see an inch of my walls through the posters of Johnny and Roy. I grew out of the phase and decided I wanted to skip over my teenage years and just have a young adult bedroom instead. I opted for roses everywhere. We are so funny in out teens aren’t we? i cherish the many wonderful memories of teaching a friend how to ride my horse and trying to talk her into getting back on my horse after he bucked her off. She wouldn’t budge and my horse just stood there waiting for her to get back on. I had to do the noble deed. You could almost see my horse snickering at her. I realize I had a good childhood living  life on the ranch not sharing my bedroom with anyone except my occasional guest. 

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Renovation Nation

April 19, 2017 at 7:03 pm (COMFORT AND JOY, Memoir, Middle age, positive thinking, Single Parent, Uncategorized) (, , )

While watching one of my favorite Home and Garden shows last night, I noticed a growing trend in the tiny house market and neighborhood renovations. Some folks are taking the idea of our Grandmas garden shed and turning them into houses. I was surprised to find out how many varieties of small house living that is out there: You can choose from Portable Cedar cabins, Victorian, Modern, Urban Industrial and the list goes on. I was surprised at how much living space went into one of these mini houses. I am amazed at every nook and cranny is used in these tiny spaces. you really can design your mini home to fit your interests. They can be built as elaborate or modest fit to your budget.

I think the young people are deciding to buy a more permanent tiny home rather than rent. They can build their portable house to fit their individual needs. Some young adults are into sports and have the need to travel so this is a perfect option for them. Instead of renovating an existing home, some couples are downsizing to a smaller home or mini home options. While some families are choosing to stay in their forever homes and  renovating, others are deciding it is time to downsize. Our Grandparents had the family home and then the vacation cabin on the lake. When the kids went off to college and the parents retired, they often time sold the family home and lived in vacation home by the lake. I am one who chose to update my home with a fresh coat of paint inside and out and had a metal roof put on last year. My late husband and I bought our together home thirty years ago, I raised my young son here until he moved out at age 19. After my son passed away from a tragic car accident in 2007, I turned his old bedroom into my dressing room. I love setting in his room remembering not so long ago when he painted his bedroom the most hideous green color you ever saw. It puts a smile on my face while I am getting dressed in the morning and putting on my pajamas at night. 

I am impressed at the number of home renovation shows are on now. Long forgotten Cities are getting a new start with the help of designers and sold to young families who otherwise could not afford to own a nice home.   One of my favorite shows was one that showcased curb appeal.The Host  could not make over the whole neighborhood, so they chose three homes to boost curb appeal with the thought the rest of the neighbors would want to add fresh landscaping as well. The host showed an example of just a couple changes can bring big impact. I have a couple favorite neighborhoods I like driving around to get fresh ideas for my small house. New plantings,a couple more trees in the back yard and I am set for another summer outside on the patio drinking my cold coffee. Life is good indeed!

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Another Snowy Day

February 26, 2017 at 9:37 pm (COMFORT AND JOY, Creative Non- Fiction, Memoir, Middle age, positive thinking, Single Parent) (, , , )

 

 

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As I was preparing to run some errands for my mom this morning, I saw the sun shinning. I quickly took my shower,got dressed,ate a light breakfast intending to be out the door before the snow started. Too late. By the time I was ready to leave, the snow had begun to fall. It is hard to want to get out into the open road with all the monster trucks who think because they have four-wheel drive, they can go barreling past you like a gust of wind. Or the elderly drivers who can’t make up their minds which lane to be in, so they go really slow and almost cause an accident. My once small town has grown into a small city. You can tell the city is ever-growing by how many traffic lights are being put in.

Don’t get me wrong, I love living here. My family moved from california 36 years ago. I get to enjoy all four season sometimes on the same day. We have a joke, “if you don’t like the weather, wait five minutes.” I am sure the sun will come out in time for it to set again. Most of the Country has witnessed one of the most incredible winters in years. we have not had so much bitter cold temperatures followed by feet of snow in ten years. Folks around here would call it a normal winter. I usually love this time of year,watching the children sled down the side of a hill,watching ice skaters teaching kids how to ice skate at the local pond, sledders being pulled around the neighborhoods by a ATV. Brings back teenage memories of when I first moved here and my dad pulled family and friends around his neighborhood in his 1946 Willies Jeep. We didn’t have the traffic speeding by , so we could be pulled around the corner and almost be slammed into a parked car-dad was full of himself, but we kept going with him. today, the skiers are on cloud nine I bet,so are the snow boarders and inner tubes. A hill has been created for their enjoyment also.

I used to watch my young son and his best friend-she lived next door, spend all weekend building a snow fort that connected both our yard together. Levi did not go out to build a snowman no sir, he wanted something dramatic. He kept busy and I knew where he was until dark. Ashley and Levi came in at dark and had dinner then off to bed for another round of creative planning. I wish I would have had a video camera then to record the planning committee at work. When the snow was used up in his yard, Levi minus Ashley would then go over to his grandparents house and start in their yard. I think Levi was trying to figure out how to link both yards together so he could crawl the five miles both ways. I remember well the day I bought Levi his very own snow shovel. He put it in back seat of my car and it ended up at his grandpa’s house so they could shovel grandpa’s driveway. Little stinker.  As I am writing today, I am remembering memories I thought long forgotten. Levi was a character. He was never held down by a two foot snow drift, he would conquer the snowy hill with a sled in tow, sharing with the neighborhood kids. We didn’t have the traffic we have today speeding down the street,so the kids were safer ending in the middle of the street.

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Happiness Like Bitterness Is A Choice

May 2, 2016 at 3:25 am (COMFORT AND JOY, Creative Non- Fiction, Life beyond parenting, Memoir, Middle age, positive thinking) (, , , , )

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Happiness like bitterness is our choice. it is easy to be happy when life is going our way, but how do we handle life’s disappointments? Do we put all our energies into sulking or do we move forward in the pain?

Life did not come with an instruction manual as we all know or of it did many would throw them out anyway. Some days we can’t wait until the day is over and we can start afresh tomorrow. Funny how unfinished business will still be there. It is hard to be happy all the time, days seem frustrating, babysitter quit 20 minutes before your next shift(been there?) The car decides to break down before payday. It is easy to blow your top. But that won’t fix the problem either even if it might make you feel better.

I try to find one thing every morning to be thankful for. I try to smile to at least five people everyday. I love to hear the birds chirping in the morning. My life changed with the deaths of both my husband and my son. People ask me how I can stay so positive. I have my good days and ones I cry. I remember both my husband and my son are cheering me on and on in Heaven. I know they are proud of me. Life has been an adjustment but I keep moving forward in the good things God still has for me.

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Everyday Peace

April 25, 2016 at 6:50 pm (COMFORT AND JOY, Creative Non- Fiction, Memoir, Mothers, Poetry, positive thinking) (, , , )

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Keep what is important, let go of what is not.

Always remember, you are not promised tomorrow.

Making today count.

Connecting with old friends.

Surprising mom and dad at one of their old favorite hang outs.

Having lunch at your child’s school.

A sunny afternoon scenic drive.

Planting a family garden.

Date night with your honey.

After dinner walk around the neighborhood.

Library day.

A comfy nook with a good book.

Waking up appreciating what today has to offer.

Some of us have lost our husbands and or children. With the love and support of family and friends and my close walk with Jesus, I have found daily peace in my life.

 

 

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Happy Easter Everyone

April 5, 2015 at 1:39 am (COMFORT AND JOY, Creative Non- Fiction, family, Family stories, Middle age, Mothers, Poetry, Single Parent) (, , , )

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Happiness Is A Choice

March 31, 2015 at 5:49 pm (COMFORT AND JOY, Creative Non- Fiction, memoirs) (, , )

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Life comes at you hard sometimes,

you may not have time to breath before life hits you again. Sometimes it is difficult to cope when circumstances are beyond our control. You may have been hit with a financial difficulty, or a loved one is diagnosed with a terminal disease. it is hard to stay focused let alone joyful in these time of trial.

I can understand how easy it can be to be discourages and want to give up. It seems like everyone I talk to is have some difficult times. Spring is a good time to take stock I think. We put our minds on our gardens and yard care.

When life throws a curve ball, how do we handle the disappointments? I know life can change in a moment forever. In 2007, my son Levi died in a tragic car accident. There are no words to describe the depth of grief you feel. Your world was turned upside down. Eight years ago I could not imagine my life without my son in it. I missed talking to him,riding in his new car,having taco tuesday. I had to realize the death of my son did not mean it was the death of me as well. I will miss my son this year at Easter dinner. I know he smiles down on me everyday and I wake up each morning knowing he is proud of his mother.

Take time to hug your kids tight today, share your day with them and tell them how much they are loved. So many parents wish they could hug their child and can’t.

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Strength In A Crisis

March 26, 2015 at 6:16 pm (A Writer's Life, COMFORT AND JOY, Creative Non- Fiction, Memoir, Mothers, Single Parent) (, , , )

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Dad retired from the school district when I was in high school. He had cancer. I took my dad to doctors, while mom worked. (Yeah dad was walking with a walker; he couldn’t hardly walk, let’s put him on some heavy equipment. Doctors didn’t believe he was disabled.)
I was a junior in high School; dad got me a job at the school district. I took dad to the doctor’s office before I took my test for the job. The nurse forgot that dad had been allergic to rubbing alcohol, the nurse forgot about the allergy and gave him the shot. Dad got dizzy, hit the door cutting his head and passed out. The head nurse and I took dad in a gurney across the street to the E.R. room to be checked.
I went to take my test. The nurse drove me to the appointment. (I still had to take the test even with all that just happened.) The nurse said if I didn’t do very well on the test, she would ask if I could take it again because of what happened.
I took the test, and out of 75 people there, I had the top 11th score. I got the job.

Excerpt from Healing in the Storms

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Learning To Live Again

March 14, 2015 at 7:40 pm (COMFORT AND JOY, Creative Non- Fiction, family, Heaven, Memoir, Middle age, Mothers, Poetry, Single Parent) (, , , )

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This thing we call life,

though we are not a guaranteed tomorrow, still we live our lives to the fullest.

Seasons in our lives can change as quickly as the setting sun still, do we live with any regrets?

Sometimes our world can seem dark and depressing, we do not see the light ahead.

Living with happiness, like bitterness, is our choice. How do we deal with disappointments in our lives?

Life is full of opportunities for us to explore. Dreams thought once lost,to be made reality.

Letting go of past disappointments, moving forward to a brighter future.

Sometimes God walks with us through the darkest hours, bringing hope, peace, comfort.

Living again is the greatest gift we can give ourselves.

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How About Something Sweet Today

March 4, 2015 at 5:44 pm (COMFORT AND JOY, Creative Non- Fiction, memoirs, Mothers, Survivor) (, , )

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