Christmas Card

This year's Christmas Card.  A lot of time went into this.  But I love making these cards every year.

  Hope everyone has happy gatherings.  Full of love and fun!
Merry Christmas to everyone.

And

God Bless Ya'll

Daughter's Week?

Well, I don't know about the rest of you.   I have to laugh at this Daughter's Week. 

Yes, I have a daughter.  She had the brightest blue eyes, and blonde hair.  She is beautiful in every way.  She is intelligent.  She is talented.  A loving daughter.  A loving wife to her husband.  A perfect mother.  And she has a great big heart.  I am so proud of her and I love her very much.  She is worth more than precious stones, or any metal that exists.  She is irreplaceable .

The day she was born, I said Thank you, to God for giving me this precious little girl.  I thank God every day for both of my children.  And both of them are.  I enjoyed every minute of her growing up.  I saw her as the perfect little girl.  In my eyes, she was, and that is all that matters.  Oh yea, we had our moments.  Hey, what parent don't with their child. 

Her Special 3, they are so funny.
I love 'em!

She didn't have to be beauty queen, or a model of any kind. Not to say she couldn't had, I do think she could have been.  That wasn't important to her.  She is Natural,  she don't feel she has to be a competitor in that area.  She competed for herself, much like her mother. (*_*)  She is beautiful to me.  I am not saying that to compete with someone else daughter.  What counts is my daughter, to me.

I think often of when she was little.  I can hear her laughter, see her smiles as fresh as it was then.

My daughter does not have to have Daughter's Week.  Because she is my Daughter, every minute, every hour, every day, and every year.  She's my daughter every breath I take.  She don't need a Daughter's Week with me.   Even in the things I do, such as, our band's Logo/Mascot, Attitude, that is modeled after her.  I love her, and I am  so proud of her.  She is so Precious.  Thank you Lord, for blessing me with her

 

And yes I have a son.  I feel so lucky to have him.  I am so proud of him.

The good Lord has blessed me with my children.  No he don't need I don't need a Son's Week either.  I feel the same way about him as I do my Daughter.

 

I really think there are a lot of you out there that might agree with me on Daughter's Week.  Why do we need that?  My Daughter is my Life.  I think she knows that too.  Can't be anymore special than that.

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My Sister

I think of my sister quite often.  Unfortunately, I don't communicate with her like I should.  Usually, she and her hubby are usually on a bus trip, on the road enjoying their retirement.

My sister was there for me after I was born.  Always took care of me, as if she was my Mother.  Some of you are thinking right now, "Where was your Mother?"  My mother didn't like to take time for the children.  Yes, she was a housewife and mother.  She didn't like raising kids.  I was a sick baby when I was born, needed special care.  When my mother brought me home from the hospital, she shoved me into my sister's arms and told her,  "You wanted her, now take care of her".  Sad, but true.  I can always remember my sister being there.  I even referred to her as Momma Joyce when I was little.

She had a hard life, since she was born.  She was forced to take care of kids, before she was old enough to be a mother herself.  Survived cancer, alcoholic parents, alcoholic husband, several miscarriages, buried a baby, abusive life, children with ailments, the list goes on.  Some how, she survived it all.  She had the strength to keep going.  Her husband turned himself around, stop drinking, and now treats her like a Queen.  You know, What?  She is a Queen. No, she's not perfect. Has a temperament, but, we all do.

I hated it when she wasn't around.  When I was about 5 years old, I had to have surgery.  I hated the hospital, and I still do.  She came to visit me, I would cry when she leave.  So one day, when she came,  ah-ha, I escaped.   I managed to get down from my bed, get pass the nurse's desk, down the elevator, pass the lobby, out the door, down the steps, to the front side walk, dang, they caught me, before I could catch up with Sis.  She wasn't aware I was following her, till I was caught by the nurses. Say the least they sort a put me in a cage after that.

My first graduation picture,

Joyce graduated the 8th Grade.

 

Friend, Me and Joyce

Joyce and Me

She married young.  I was with her quite often.  I remember when I was about 4, she lost her first baby.  I will never forget it.  I can remember the sadness in the air.  I mourned for the baby. I cried, my mother said it was stupid.  She said, I didn't understand what was going on, I was too young.  Yes, I knew.  I knew the baby wasn't going to be with us.  He was a part of my sister.

Joyce and Hoppy Wedding Day

She was and still is a beautiful woman.  Blonde hair and blue eyes.  I always saw her as one of the most beautiful women in the world.  No one could be compared to her.   She always did things with me, for me.  I remember her and her husband had taken me out into the country.  Oh, how I loved that.  The horses were my favorite.  We went to the rodeo in Sydney, Iowa, got to see the Bonanza Group there, Hoss, Little Joe, Adam, and Pa (The Cartwritghts).  I don't remember the singer that was there, might had been Roy Clark. The clowns, and beautiful outfits different people wore, was so fascinating to me.  It was hot that day.  She bought me 2 balloons, that were the coolest.  Long and multicolored. When I got older we would go out to lunches together, do crafts together, exchange ideas.  She even got me onto line dancing.

I picked up the talent of sewing from her.  If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't  have the talent that I have in the craft.  I didn't have my own sewing machine.  So I would stay weekends with her, to use her machine, and maybe babysit  the 3 kids, as well.  She shared her craft talents with me.  

When I got married, she was there for me.  When I had my babies, she was there for me.  When my daughter was getting married,  Deirdre asked Sis, if she and her husband would like to walk down the aisle, in honor, as grandparents.  Sis was thrilled, and I was proud.  She was there for me when I was very sick.  Sis took care of the my kids when I nearly lost my life.  The kids stayed with her for a couple of weeks or so, till I got back on my feet.  She did what she could, whether it be physically or emotionally. She was there for me when my marriage started to fail.

Me and Joyce in a Photo Booth

No she's not Perfect.  She is one of the most beautiful women in the world.  She has a lot of talent, she may think she don't, she does.  She had the strength, to carry on.  She is caring and a loving person.  And most of all, she's my Sister, Joyce.

Thank you God for letting me have her in my Life.  You have blessed me.  Thank you for her and her husband Hoppy.

Hoppy and Joyce

Hope to correct a problem

Trying to get a picture changed on my Blog.  Don't know why, but the sketch of my daughter is on the last one I wrote. 

An Adventure in the Country

On a nice sunny day, Skip, Chris and I, all decided to visit some friends, Chief and Mary,  in the country.  We had no idea where they were exactly.

We headed out with the directions that Mary gave us.  Take this road, that road, till you see this huge house with a flag in front of it.  Then turn down that road go for about 3 miles.  Look for box #11449.  We stayed in contact with them, for awhile.

Okay, we did that.  It came out to be No Man's Land.  We drove and drove.  We did see the house and the flag.  We did turn down that road.  We try to call the Chief and Mary. Couldn't find box #11449. Due to us being out in No Man's Land, there were no signals.  Oh, Boy!!  So we drove and drove. Up hill, down hill, twists and curves.  Hey!  Sounds like a new dance don't it? Yea, we were dancing alright.  Really don't know how far we had gone.  Drove  far enough to run our of cement.  Now we are on a gravel road.  Oh, Boy!  Little farther, now, we are on a dirt road.  Oh, boy!  Still trying to reach out on our phones trying to call Chief and Mary.  No Luck!


Well, being out for some time trying to find these people, we decided to turn back.  As we were heading back, I said to the guys, "Now all we need to do is run across, some guys on a golf cart.  With bib overall's and no shirts, baseball caps, no teeth, and shot guns.'


Well---------------   Here's the rest of the story.  Five minutes after I said that.  Here comes an ATV with 3 guys on it.  Bib overalls, baseball caps, no shirts,  no teeth.  You got it, and SHOT GUNS.   As we drove past them they all waved at us very friendly like.  We returned the wave and the smiles, kept going.  We decided, okay, we're heading back home.  

Did we ever find the Chief and Mary. No!  We did find an Adventure though.  Oh, and, we found our way back home.  
"There's no place like home.  There's no place like home.  There's no place like home."

We did have fun on this advernture and we are still laughing about it.  (*_*)

Posting on the Internet

I really think that we can post on the internet about anything is great. It has been a way for me to get in touch with those I have lost. The Research is endless for many things, whether it be for friends or to educate yourself one way or another. Exchanging ideas with one another. The internet has even taken some control out of doctors and attorney hands. They just can't give us shut up lines. We can get on the internet and do our research. Such as myself. Doctors were telling me one out a hundred thousand women suffered with what I had. Think again, the statics are higher. I did research all over the world. Yes, we are in touch with the whole world. And I have also made many friends on the internet.

On the other hand the individuals postings have hurt other people and themselves. Of the intention to hurt some one is their goal. What they don't realize is, they can also get hurt from it, as well. Hmm, maybe we can call this Hate Internet. These individuals think they are safe by sending threatening, or stalking others by air. Think again. This is permanent, there is no taking back.

I have seen individuals calling people names on their face book, thinking they are safe. Also, have seen them publicize someone else personal life or financial status. They may think this is hurting their target, what they really don't realize, they may be hurting themselves. Think about it. The statements have been made public. Can't ask for better witness as that.

Most of all, we have to protect ourselves. Our children number one. It is so hard to protect our children on the internet. There are so many out there on the watch for them. To try to trap them, let's say in their WEB. And children are so innocent, don't understand what they are dealing with. But we have adults like that too.

We have to protect ourselves. Be careful of information you put on the internet. Don't make public about your work place. Don't say something that can't be taken back. Remember you have made it public. And agreeing with someone's comments, be careful how you do this. And also, if you do, find out about both sides before you make judgement. If you think it going to buy you popularity, you're right, maybe, just not the type of popularity you want.

Really think of what you put on the internet. It can be more damaging that what you think.

My Aidan Bear

Aidan Bear

 Now you all are probably wondering, who is Aidan Bear.  Aidan Bear is a little bear, I had bought when my Grandson Aidan was born.  The little bear brings me comfort, when I can't be with my Grandson to watch him grow up. 

Aidan is so full of energy and curiosity, any little boy should be.  Oh, yea, bumps, bruises, cuts, broken bones, etc. He has the big round, hazel colored eyes and beautiful smile.  He is such a loving child, with a big warm heart.  His eyes, his smile, and his heart are well filled with laughter.

He has a big brother he looks up to.  And a little sister that is his shadow.  Sometimes, he wants to be off alone maybe.  But that's okay, we're all like that.  He is only human.

The little bear sits next to me, on a shelf by my main computer.  He watches me every day as I work or play on the computer.  Once in awhile, I will look over at him, I can almost see Aidan's face. I pick him up, give him a hug.  I can see him running and jumping, having all kinds of fun with his friend across the street, his sister and brother.  As any child should be doing.

 
 I do know one thing, I don't have to look at anything to see his ever lasting smile.  His smile and his bright eyes,  I carry with me all the time. 

This weekend is his 5th Birthday. This is a big week for a Special 5 year old. And that's why I had to write this special piece.  To share with everyone, my Little Aidan Bear.
 

HAPPY  BIRTHDAY AIDAN

(My Aidan Bear)

GAMMA LOVES YOU VERY MUCH!!