Happy 90th Birthday, Mom!

Today my precious Mother turns 90! Can you even imagine? She was born on July 7, 1919 in Byron, WY. She was born in her parent's bed in a small log home. Only a few days before her birth her Father cut an opening in the log wall of the bedroom to insert a window. She was told that it was a very hot summer and her parents thought she might be born on July 4th. Instead it was 7/7/19 - it was on a Monday on the 188th day of that year.

She is a beautiful and classy lady. She still lives in her own lovely home and keeps very, very busy! She has a zest and positive view of life and the world around her. Most folks who know her can't believe that she's beginning her nintieth year because she looks so much younger than that. This is a woman who is always a lady... always! She is a class act in every sense of the word and always gives of herself 100%.

We're having a family party for her on Saturday, and I will post some pix of the shin-dig soon.

Wishing you the happiest and best day ever, Mom. May you always feel the love that surrounds you each and every day. You are the best example of where life can take us. You give your love to us all so unconditionally - you are our everything!

You've done it now, Missy!

My boss has been on vacation for 2 entire weeks! Two / dos/ deux / zwei! Unbelievable. At any rate, she asked me if I would water her precious plants in her absence. I told her that my green thumb was non-existent, but that I would try my best. She didn’t even trust me enough to remember to do it of my own accord! She put a couple of reminders on my calendar – the nerve of the woman. Anyway, I have dutifully fulfilled my promise to her (she is schedule to return the first of next week). However… today, I decided that as I was watering I would tenderly serenade her plants with tunes of the late Michael Jackson. Big mistake. I think it was the last song that did them in because suddenly their leaves began to turn crispy and brown. Did they not like my final song choice - “Leave Me Alone”? Did they not like my moonwalk? Did they dislike my “whooo hoooo”? No, it must have been the crotch grab! I know… could it be that my green thumb is brown – it dawned on me that Michael's thumb was white. Oh man, what have I done? I think I’ve just assured the fact that my “bossy” lady will never ask me again to complete such a difficult task! Thank goodness, the pressure was just way too much for this old gal. Whooo Hooo - oh NO.... two more leaves just dropped off! I am so done.

Always good for a laugh...

Biker Dude, our son, grand-daughter and I were sitting in the living room the other afternoon just visiting when a couple of motorbikes drove by the house. As usual, Biker Dude's head cranked around to look out the window to see who might be driving by on such a glorious day. Mind you, he does this head crank thing whenever he hears a motorcycle even if he's driving his truck, mowing the lawn, showering, breathing, you get it...

About the third time this happen, I yelled, "squirrel!" Biker Dude's head cranked around again and my son and I just started cracking up. Too funny... I guess if you've seen the movie "UP" you'll get the squirrel reference.

Obviously Biker Dude needs to spend some more quality time on his own bike rather than lusting after those who are out on theirs. Get on the road, Dude!

Always there...

Today I needed my Mother. I needed to talk. She was there for me like she always is. She listens to me quietly, asks questions here and there, confirms that she understands what I'm trying to say, and gives her advise when asked. She understands me, how I feel, and why I feel the way I do. She's empathetic, lovingly kind, unconditionally my everything. She has the ability to validate things for me. The things I'm feeling always seem justified after I've talked them over with her. No, I'm not obsessed. No, I'm not crazy. Yes, I am concerned. Yes, I care.
Thanks for always being there for me, Mom. You make me feel loved. Always... ♥

A Girl's Got to do what a Girl's Got to do...

It was a dark and stormy night. She realized that there was no way in hell that her assigned duties would ever be fulfilled by the morning light. Despair clutched its icy fingers around her heart and she began to beg for mercy. Then it dawned on her that hiding deep within the bowels of her refrigerator was a Coca-Cola waiting to release her from her angst. A clean glass, fresh ice cubes, and the wonderful sound of her effervescent sustenance bubbling and fizzy as it filled the glass. She closed her eyes and drank the dark saccharine liquid. Once again a spark of energy cursed through her veins. She was back on the sauce, but ever confident that success was in sight.

XXXVII - 37 - Thirty-seven

Who'da thunk that Biker Dude and I would be together for all these 37 years? We started out with a couple big hills to climb, but climb them we did. We did it together. It's been a great adventure with so many learning experiences along the way. We've had our share of good and bad, ups and downs, poor and poorer - but we've lived through it and have been rewarded for all that hard work.

I love and respect you for all you are and all you have become over the years. We started out as a couple of kids with so much to learn and so much to gain all at the same time. I think of all that you went through as a 19 year old boy in 1972. You got married, had a baby, graduated from high school, and went into the Army all in a matter of months -- had to grow up fast, huh? In my opinion, you did it in style!

You are my soul mate. My best friend. The best father and grand-father ever. I am so very blessed and it is because of you.

I whine - you listen.
I cry - you listen.
I bitch - you listen.
I ask - you give.
I need - you give.
I'm sad - you listen and give more.

You are my everything. I owe you.

JEANNE.... , she yelled at the top of her lungs.

I was just sitting at my desk remembering something that happened between my boss and I a few years ago.

She'd walk right by my desk and go into her office - then yell... "Jeanne"! I'd jump up and go to her office and see what she needed. (Usually nothing important!)

She did that several times over the course of the week and it became very annoying to say the least.

The very last time she did it, I went into her doorway and asked, "You bellowed?"

It's never happened since!

Lost is Found...

Me to Biker Dude: "Since you didn't get a chance to watch LOST last night I recorded it for you. Would you like to watch it while I'm on the computer?"

Biker Dude to Me: "Sure. I'll watch LOST if you'll find it for me."

I laughed so hard I thought I was going to hurt myself! He wasn't even trying to be funny - what a dork!

Did I really just say that?

Yesterday my boss rushes into my office and says, "Can you drop everything you're doing right now and run a report for me?"

I said, "Yes, I can." "But... will I?"

(Yes, I did run the report and deliver it directly into her hot little hands.)

How's that for the new attitude I resolved to make this year? She tolerates my crap quite well, and guess what? I'm still here today! (Not sure yet if that's a good thing or just punishment for being me.)

Selective Hearing....

Biker Dude, you're killing me! Why is it that you can be snoring at the top of your lungs in the middle of the night but claim that I woke you up when I got up and went into the kitchen to get a couple Advil out of the container? Why can't you hear a word I've said when I'm sitting right next to you in the living room? Why do you claim to have the best hearing tests of anyone at work, yet you can't hear me ask you a question sitting across the table. Why can you hear me call you "Ass" under my breath from another room? What?????? Huh????? Could you repeat that? Say again? What??? I give up! (But I still love you in spite of yourself).