Monday, April 30, 2012

A - Z Challenge Letter Z - 'Zat

'Zat as it is used in New Orleans dialect is a conjunction for is that. Louie Armstrong made it famous with ' 'Zat You, Santa Claus?'. With no further ado...


'Zat's All Folks!


So concludes my first A- Z Challenge.

Saturday, April 28, 2012

A - Z Challenge Letter Y = Y'all

This is how it's done....
Happy Saturday... All Y'all!

Friday, April 27, 2012

A - Z Challenge Letter X = X-Ray

Many, many, oh heck way to many years ago to keep this up...I worked in a Dental Office as a Dental Assistant to help put my husband through college. Actually I was attending college part-time while working full-time but that is not the point of this story. The point is part of my job wasI had to give dental x-rays to patients. LSU Dental School was never the same after I left their radiology department, I'm afraid. I was fair to middling in this chore. What I hated doing way back when was what was called a Full Mouth set of x-rays. It wasn't the machine that goes all around your heard for the panoramic, no this was putting the film in a patient's mouth all over so we had pictures of all their teeth. A complete set was 36 films. Ugh!


Well, one sad day I had a patient with an extreme gag reflex. This man was rather portly and the going was rough. I'd stop and let him breath deeply, drink some water and we'd keep on keeping on, trying to work our way to the finish line. Now in this office we had a system of lights. Green when the room was open for a patient. Yellow when the patient was in the room and waiting to be treated, red for when he was being treated and white for when we wanted the Dr. to come and review treatment given or release the patient. We did not have anything but our voices for emergency. 


Almost at the end of the x-rays all of a sudden the patient started gagging vigorously. Before I new it he was starting to swallow the film! I tried to raise the seat with the electric button but it was moving to slow, wham...I flew him forward with my hand and called for the Dr at the top of my voice. Did I use the light system? Nah, I YELLED, SCREAMED...felt like crying, and called for the Dr. I thought for sure I was killing the patient. The Dr was there in a flash and found the film in the patient's lap. Thankfully when I flew him forward the film flew out of his mouth as well.


The Dr finished the rest of that set...
I wasn't fired.
I hated taking full mouth series x-rays from that day forward.


My husband graduated from college in two years (he'd gone back for a second degree so he had many of the required hours not in his program).


I never worked in a dental office again.
Claudia....this one was for you! Even people working in dental offices can hate part of what they do.

Thank You

Hi Friends...I was so overwhelmed with how responsive you were to my request to visit and encourage our new blogging buddy, Linda! You, my fantastic circle of bloggers, are what restores my faith in human kind. And you are kind humans, each and everyone.


I won't 'blather on' but I did want to acknowledge and thank you for well, being YOU!
Hugs~

Thursday, April 26, 2012

A - Z Challenge Letter W = Welcome

This is something that has been a part of everyone's life as a blogger. Getting started and finding our way in the blogging community. A few days ago I was contacted by a very dear friend of mine, Amy, with the request to introduce one of her mentors to the blogging world. Amy has taken a hiatus from her blog as she is busy getting her burgeoning career going. I recommend taking a look at her blog/portfolio, she has lovely designs and photos. 


The blog I am going to lead you to here is called, "All New at 62." The author of this blog is Linda Stansbury from Greensboro, NC. Linda has led an extremely interesting life, in my humble opinion and her blog is as interesting as the author. I have asked Linda's permission to give her a shout out and send you, my friends over to her blog to welcome her to our family. Please go, at your earliest convenience and give her a shout out and sign up as a follower. We all know how it feels to be trying to find our way as a newby in the blogging community. Put yourself back in that 'new pair of shoes' feeling and head on over and make a new friend.


Thank you for being such dear friends and blogging mentors. Pay it forward, if you will.

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

A - Z Challenge Letter V = Violin

I have a love for the strains of music that a violin creates. I lay this love for violin music at my father's feet. He played violin when he was young, It seems my GreatGrandmother wanted him to learn so he could accompany her when she played the piano. He did enjoy playing but he was the first to admit he wasn't ever going to be a great violinist. Sadly, when he was a young married man he lost the pad of one of his fingertips when he was changing a flat tire. That was on his hand he needed to finger the strings on his violin. After that he put his love for the violin into listening. Many Sundays or Saturdays we would have the light and airy sounds of violins creating magic in our home. This was the genesis of my love for violins.

My father and I had a love for violins and classical music that we shared throughout our life together. I have a post that illustrates how strong and lovely this connection and our love for violins was. You will find that post here. I hope you enjoy....

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

A - Z Letter Challenge Letter U = Umbrella

'A rose by any other name is still a rose'...and an umbrella by any other name is still an umbrella. I've always been captivated by umbrellas. Silly, I know...but there you have it. I love the names they are called. Parasol, that one evokes strolls along the Champs Elysees in Paris. Gigi sitting in her carriage gazing at all the lovely sights. Thank Heaven For Little Girls and Parasols!

Or how about a Gamp? I've read that's a name used in Great Britain taken from a character in a Charles Dickens novel. My perfect vision of a Brit with an umbrella is Mary Poppins! How lovely it would have been to have her as a nanny! Grab hold of her hand as she opens her umbrella and float amongst the tree tops!

Or a poised and pretty Geisha, twirling her parasol over her shoulder as she gracefully takes her tiny steps. Perhaps she's heading to a tea house for a lovely tea ceremony. Would it be to entertain her fierce Samurai? Planning the light and lyrical notes she might play on her shamisen. Oh the imagery of it all.

Then there's the American name I remember my Grams using. A Bumpershoot. I don't know how many people still use that word but I've always thought it made an umbrella sound sturdier and ready to fight the fiercest of downpours.

Potato/Potahto...Tomato/Tomahto....call it what you will I love umbrellas in all their shapes, colors and sizes! Well then, I did tell you how I love rain, now didn't I?


Monday, April 23, 2012

A - Z Challenge Letter T =Toatly Tim

It pays to apologize...and it works even better when you are verrrrry TOATLY sincere. I don't remember the transgression only the transgressor. My sweet and wild and wooly son Tim. Lily's dad. Tim had two speeds when he was growing up. Full Force On and Knocked Out Off. Always into mischief of one kind or another.


I remember as if it were yesterday when he decided to give his younger brother a haircut moments before we were leaving for a family Olan Mills portrait. Yes, Scott looked like he was a candidate for a lobotomy afterwards. We went ahead with the photo shoot...it was a memory maker after all. As evidence I don't hold a grudge the recorded history of the photography session I present to you. *Tim is in the red sweater with a full head of golden hair...Scott is behind him with the dark closely shorn hair. Notice he is the ONLY child in this photograph with short hair. The widow's peak is not a natural growth pattern for his head of hair.
Tim, or as we called him then, Timmy was as sweet and kind as he was mischievous. And to this day he remains that wonderful combination. He, like all his siblings is someone to be counted on when one is in need. Toatly there. He is full of sunshine and laughter and silliness. He is Lily's dad and I'm witness to report the apple didn't fall far from the tree with Miss Lily. You remember my sweet Lily? Another bundle of sunshine and fun...
So did I forgive my son Timmy and allow him to come out of his room? Eventually. And by the way Timmy...you can come out of your house today and come on over. Why, you might ask? Well, Momma wants another dance....
TOATLY...!

Saturday, April 21, 2012

A - Z Letter Challenge Letter S = Sparkle

Everyone has the ability, the right, sometimes the need to sparkle. Don't hide your light or let someone dim your brightness...sparkle!


Here are few thoughts and quotes on sparkling and what a sparkle can help us achieve...


As she passed among the hungry and the dejected,
     delivering the rations of water,
      she chanted in a low whisper,
"the spark of the mind - the sparkle of the soul"...
"the spark of the mind - the sparkle of the soul"...
Jonathan Lockwood Hule~


We need less posturing and more genuine charisma.
    Charisma was originally a religious term,
      meaning "of the spirit" or "inspired."
It's about letting God's light shine through us.
    It's about a sparkle in people money can't buy.
       It's an invisible energy with visible effects.
To let go, to just love, is not to fade into the wallpaper.
  Quite the contrary, it's when we truly become bright.
      We're letting our own light shine.
Marianne Williamson~

Don't forget to shine...no matter how young or how old keep your sparkle polished.  Keep shining...keep spreading your light. Or if you prefer advice in a lyric...Katy Perry is spot on~


" 'Cause baby you're a firework
    Come on show 'em what you're worth
    Make 'em go, oh, oh, oh,
    As you shoot across the sky"


Go on now....SPARKLE

Friday, April 20, 2012

A - Z Letter Challenge Letter R = Rain

I love rain. I love rainy days and rainy nights. I don't mind if we have many rainy days in a row. It's not that I don't like sunshine, I do. Rainy days give me a physical release...they seem to purge my soul. If we are in a drought I feel it to my bones...bone dry! I'm not sure if it is because I grew up in a humid climate where afternoon summer rains are common. I often wonder if people in dry arrid areas miss rainy weather.


Memories of rain are filled with comfort for me. Lying on my bed summer afternoons, reading while the rain is pattering outside my window. Looking up from my book and watching the rivulets of water run down the panes...wondering which rivulet will win the race. I've run in the rain, sailed in the rain gone swimming in the rain. Water is my friend.


Cool autumn days at the farm in Georgia, with the rain pinging on my Gramma Bet's tin roof.  The weather was crisp enough for a fire, but not so cold it wasn't fun to slip into a raincoat and wander outside. I loved the look of the rain clouds lying low over her pine trees. Seeing the Georgia red clay mixed with rainwater running down into the ditches on the side of the road. The air was scented with pine and rain...how lovely.


I think my favorite memory of all with rain was the early morning I locked myself out of my house. I don't remember how it happened, just that I was in my nightie and dashed to my Grams' house, one house over from mine. I knocked on her door and she opened it with a look of astonishment, I must have looked like a drowned rat. Quickly she hustled me back to her bedroom where she handed me one of her dry nightgowns and a towel. After I was dry she tucked me into her bed under her down comforter. It was so nice to be fussed over like I was a child again.


Rain, water, life. Happy times.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

A - Z Challenge Letter Q = Quotes

Abe posted this shortly after writing the Gettysburg Address...
'Nuff Said!

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

A - Z Challenge Letter P = Pewabic Pottery

Just for the alliteration alone I should get points for this one! It just so happens though that Pewabic Pottery was co-founded by one of my ancestors. My great-grandfather was the man that designed the Revelation Kiln that the artist Mary Chase Perry Stratton used for her special iridescent glazes that are significant of pewabic pottery.


Below is a tile Mary Chase Stratton created entitled 'The Little Blower'. The model was my Great-Aunt when she was three. We have this tile and display it at Christmas! FYI in the brochure they have mistakenly  called her his granddaughter...not so, she was his daughter. 
I have several other tiles and a beautiful trivet (my son and daughter in love) gifted me with the trivet this Christmas! My Mom had a beautiful vase and a small replica of it for years but I think it may have ended up at the bottom of Bayou St John in New Orleans when hurricane Katrina flooded their apartment in the Assisted Living Facility. The vase was actually prettier than this lovely....a current selection:
If you ever get to Detroit, MI do stop in and visit the Pewabic Pottery studio and school. It is a historic landmark and you can see many beautiful past and current creations.
 Sadly, I don't think I've inherited any business or creative savvy from my ancestor and for sure not his talent. One day, maybe if we ever do have that family reunion in Michigan I do hope to see this place.
I've never been so be sure and tell them I sent you...that and $5 bucks might get you a cup of coffee! I'm sure there must be a coffee shop somewhere in there...

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

A - Z Challenge Letter O = Oatmeal

Okay so oatmeal is probably not the super star of everyone's menu plan. At my house for a healthy breakfast it is. Baked oatmeal, oatmeal muffins for oats to go and overnight oatmeal are the top breakfast treats in these parts. I love make ahead breakfast food. It helps to have something ready for those early risers...those chipper, whistling Morning Glories.


Honestly, grits used to rule the roost. As in grits and eggs, grits and croakers (those are fish we'd catch early summer mornings) or grillades and grits. My dad's specialty was leftover steak heated in the skillet and served up with grits. Then I started reading about all the healthy benefits of oatmeal and changed this Southern girl's menu plan. Oats it is!


Here is a great recipe for oatmeal muffins to go, I've adapted from a recipe found on the Sugar Free Mom.com blog....


2 eggs
2 cups applesauce, unsweetened
5 cups rolled oats
1 - 2 bananas mashed
2 1/4 cup lowfat milk
1 Tblsp chia seeds
1 cup honey
1 tsp salt
3 tsp baking powder
1 Tblsp cinnamon
1 tsp vanilla extract
1 Tblsp frozen berry combo or fresh berries of your choice
dark chocolate chips, pecans and coconut flakes, unsweetened 


Preheat oven to 350 degrees
Mix eggs, vanilla, applesauce, bananas and berries and honey
Add in oats, salt, baking powder, chia seeds, and cinnamon
Mix well with wet ingredients, add milk and mix again
Fill muffin tins lined with paper liners or spray with no stick spray with batter
Top with dark chocolate chips, pecans and coconut flakes
Bake 35 minutes or until toothpick inserted in muffins comes out clean


Serve warm and put any leftovers in freezer bags for take and bake breakfasts during the week.

Monday, April 16, 2012

A - Z Challenge Letter N = Night Owl

I never know if admitting that I am a true Night Owl puts a label on my personality that might be considered a fault. I am a Night Owl. There. I've put it in print, no taking it back. I was raised by a Night Owl, I don't know if that has anything to do with my proclivity for staying up until the dawn, or it's just a coincidence. I do remember many a night sitting up late with my mom and my sisters solving life's problems or just laughing about the day. I remember when my aunt had come for a visit when I was a young bride and mother. I called my husband at about midnight to inform him I'd be out all night with my family talking. And we did; it's one of my best memories of time spent with siblings, my mom and my aunt.


My husband is a Morning Glory. Yep, you know them, perhaps you are one. They wake up whistling and happy and don't even need a cup of coffee to be running at warp speed. My husband crashes as I am rocketing into the atmosphere of night life. We are ships passing in the night, literally. Somehow we've made it work for more than forty years. I have been known to wake up early for things he wants to view, visit, accomplish...and he has done the same for me...in reverse. He will stay up late to view, visit, accomplish. The fact that neither of us are at our best while putting our not so best foot forward isn't lost but is overlooked in appreciation of the sacrifice.


It isn't that I can't function well during the day. I have raised a family of five children, driven car pools and worked full-time for at least half of my life. I go to morning breakfasts for grandkids and wake up early to travel. I meet my girlfriends most Saturday mornings for 'Girls in the Hood' breakfast. Sunshine isn't debilitating in my life, I'm not quite a vampire. It's just I may not be at my best until about ten a.m. Translates to shouldn't be trusted with dangerous items until about ten a.m..


 There's the difference/rub. Night Owl vs Morning Glory....we each have our place in 'Time'.

Saturday, April 14, 2012

A - Z Challenge Letter M = Michigan

Michigan, land of my ancestors. I have never visited this state which I am hoping to change in the distant future. My Mother was born and raised in Michigan. She did her best as we were growing up in the South to make sure we didn't have a Southern drawl in our speech. At the dinner table I remember her playing a game reminiscent of the scene in My Fair Lady where Professor Higgins is trying to clear the cockney accent from Eliza. We had to keep saying in rounded tones, "How Now Brown Cow", without the trace of a drawl. It worked until we would go outside and play with the neighbors and shout out, "Hey y'all!"


Our nephew is working on a family reunion for not this summer but next. The extended family is now scattered all across the country. We do have many votes for a beach reunion as we are all beach lovers. However we are having a ground swell of votes for going to the land of the great matriarchs birth, Michigan. Mom grew up in Grosse Pointe, Michigan. We have family there, in Ann Arbor and the younger brother of the nephew in charge of the reunion has moved to Michigan within the last few months, not far from Detroit.


We know from family history that the family had a summer home on Mackinac Island. So we are considering perhaps that as a central point and we can all tour around from there. I don't know how it will all turn out but I sure am excited about finally getting a chance to visit the roots of my Mom and her family. I guess I better start practicing my, "How Now Brown Cow" as living in North Carolina for 26 years has done nothing but add to my drawl!



Friday, April 13, 2012

A - Z Challenge Letter L = Laughter

Laughter is my favorite medicine. There are times in life when laughter is not appropriate. I know this. It seems sometimes those are the times my mind wanders to the humor in a bad situation. I have found myself struggling to keep from bubbling up and blurting out a belly laugh more times than I can count. 


Now I have been somber when the situation calls for it...well, for the most part. I'm not a totally insensitive idiot, but all in all my family tends to laugh in the face of trying times to help us through. I apologize to anyone who I may have insulted in the past and I might insult in the future. 


In honor of laughter and all things funny I will share a funny story a friend sent to me today. It did make me smile and perhaps I even chuckled at the end. I hope you enjoy the story and today some laughter brings a smile to your face and joy to your heart. I also hope it does not insult anyone or cause hurt feelings...no harm, no foul intended.


GOD ENJOYS A GOOD LAUGH


There were 3 good arguments that Jesus was black:
1. He called everyone brother.
2. He liked Gospel.
3. He didn't get a fair trial.


But then then there were three equally good arguments Jesus was Jewish:
1. He went into His Father's business.
2. He lived at home until He was 33.
3. He was sure His Mother was a virgin and his Mother was sure He was God.


But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was Italian:
1. He talked with His hands.
2. He had wine with His meals.
3. He used olive oil.


But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was a Californian:
1. He never cut His hair.
2. He walked around barefoot all the time.
3. He started a new religion.


But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was an American Indian:
1. He was at peace with nature.
2. He ate a lot of fish.
3. He talked about the Great Spirit.


But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was Irish:
1. He never got married.
2. He was always telling stories.
3. He loved green pastures.


But the most compelling evidence of all - 3 proofs that Jesus was a woman:
1. He fed a crowd at a moment's notice when there was virtually no food.
2. He kept trying to get a message across to a bunch of men that just didn't get it.
3. And even when He was dead, He still had to get up because there was work to do.


Can I get an AMEN!?!

Thursday, April 12, 2012

A -Z Challenge Letter K = Kouzin/ Kouzen

For the letter 'K' I am going to repost a favorite topic of mine. Cousins. I'll let my post from the past explain...


Kouzin/Kouzen

An explanation of the title. Creole vocabulary gives us male and female cousins...it goes phonetically like this: female cousin: koosin/(kouzin) and male cousin: koosan/(kouzen). I grew up with my Father talking about his kouzin/kouzen very affectionately. I am hoping my children and grandchildren feel the same. I do know when they all get together I have a wonderful time watching them play!

We finally got the cousins in a group photo. Like all children and babies they of course complied with the photographer and smiled and posed on cue!
                                    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Now I've put more recent pictures of the Kouzin/Kouzen and added a photograph of our newest Kouzin, Ms Grace.  Isn't she lovely in her Easter dress?
Lily, Peter and Trey were hanging out together right before bedtime last summer at the beach in this picture.
And I'm going to share a  wonderful piece of news with my dear friends today. Lily and her parents will be adding a new Kouzin to the clan in the beginning of June. Yes that's right, Lily is going to be a big sister and we can hardly wait!
Oh boy...and they thought life was forever different with Lily...the more things change...!!!

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

A - Z Challenge Letter J = Jasmine

Whether it be confederate, star, winter or Carolina to name a few varieties I love the scent and velvety texture of the jasmine blooms. We have confederate jasmine vines growing along our fences and when they are in full bloom the scent is heavenly. In the winter the vines are evergreen so we still have coverage although the heady scent is just a memory.

Jasmine flowers love sunshine and temperate climates. they grow well in moist, well drained sandy loamy soil or clayey garden soil that has been amended. Adding leaf mold to the soil improves the growth of the plants. Lots of watering in the summer is recommended.

We have much to be thankful for in this world and divinely scented blooms are some of my favorites.

I'd type more about the letter J but I'm 'J ust' so very short on time this week!

Pardon Moi!

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

A - Z Blog Challenge Letter I = Informative

Informative and helpful, why yes that is what I will try to serve up for the letter I today. I found this little bit of information on Pinterest and thought I'd pass it along. My children would be the first to tell everyone how 'informative' I've been in their lives.  I think this is going to be one of my favorite bits of informative tidbits I'll ever use...

Yes, I do think this is a rather informative and helpful tip!


Monday, April 9, 2012

A - Z Challenge Letter H = Hurry

Oh wow it's been a day. I've been dashing all around trying to help out family members with babysitting duties, mail left behind retainers to grown child that doesn't want his smile to go crooked, and re-stocking the cabinet from Easter weekend!

Add to the challenge is this internet wi-fi connection that does NOT want to stay connected. This definitely falls in the category of, "How Do It Know"? I am going to have to make this short and sweet to get in under the wire for the letter H.

Hurry...oh nothing new in that word for me and my life!

Saturday, April 7, 2012

A - Z Blog Challenge Letter G= Grace

I could not pass up the opportunity to give all my readers an update on our newest granddaughter, Grace. She is a sweet and happy baby and is so full of smiles. We don't get enough together time with our sweet bebe as she and her parents live six hours away. We did take the opportunity to get a quick visit with Grace and her parents a few weeks ago. We were attending the wedding of the son of some very dear friends. The wedding was only about two hours from where our son and his wife and Grace live so we left a bit early from the reception and headed up for a quick love fest!

I'll leave you with some smiling faces from this sweet grandbaby. Grace is now two plus months old! How time flies!



Just what this Gramma needed, a healthy dose of Grace! Hope you all have a blessed and wonderful Easter or Passover. Perhaps some of my readers are not celebrating a religious holiday this weekend, but to all I wish you happiness, joy and love and grace. I'll keep my Grace for us!
Loves~Loves~Loves~

Friday, April 6, 2012

A-Z Blog Challenge Letter F = Frankly Frank

Growing up with my siblings, we were told 'If you don't have anything nice to say...don't say anything at all.'  So we devised our own way of letting each other know when we weren't exactly simpatico with a word, idea, situation...anything. All one of us would have to do would be to look at the other, usually with a smile on our face and say, "Well, Frankly Frank..." and it would be known with no other words said we were not thrilled with the situation at hand. It really wasn't nothing at all, but as close as we could get without a disparaging look from our Mom.


I can leave a 'Frankly Frank' comment on any of my siblings FB site and they know what I'm saying. I can just say those same two words on my status on FB and they know how I'm feeling. Last weekend my husband had to return to the Emergency Room for additional procedures after his surgery on Wednesday. We were there for 12 hours, most of the time spent alone wondering what was going to happen next. When they finally decided to admit him as an honest to goodness patient, 'Frankly Frank' were the two words that came to mind.


Good news to report is my hubby is home, the surgery was a success and he is feeling better each day. So right now 'Frank' is off the hook and life is beginning to look better. If I ever leave a 'Frankly Frank' as a comment on your blog, it will mean I am in agreement with you in a situation less than wonderful. Hope I never find the need, but at least you will now know what the heck I'm trying to say!


Hugs~

Thursday, April 5, 2012

A-Z Blog Challenge Letter E = Easter Eggs

I love everything about Easter Eggs. The boiling, the dipping and dying. I love the smell of vinegar and damp newsprint left from the process. I love watching the various Easter Egg hunts that are broadcast on the television news shows. My most favorite Easter Egg hunts was not for the prizes found but the trouble and humor that came in its aftermath.

They do say it is your earliest memories that last the longest, so perhaps that is why this hunt is somewhat indelible in my mind. My Dad got the idea in his head we would have an Easter Egg hunt in our yard. Nothing new with that concept except he used real eggs. No plastic or marshmallow eggs for my Dad. He used the real thing and didn't count how many he hid. This was back in the day of the 'egg man' who would deliver our eggs in a huge basket. Dad just piled a bunch of eggs in a bowl and went off to do his deed.

Eggs were hidden all around the yard and the child that found the most won a prize. There was no 'golden egg' to be found. Just as many as your basket could hold. My family was a small clan of six kids so it was a lot of chaos and running and bumping each other to grab the found egg first! When we had exhausted all of our efforts and energy, the hunt was over. No, not over so fast....there's more to the story.

Fast forward a few weeks and everyone in our house is noticing a rotten smell somewhere in the house. We all were complaining and searching to find the source. It was a warm Spring so windows were wide open. Ahh ha! It was also letting in the foul air in from outside. It seems there were several eggs not found and they were rotting in the bushes under the windows. They were white and brown by the time we rooted them out. If they ever had been dyed there was nary a bright color  remaining.

That was the first and last Easter Egg hunt I remember my Dad hosting. I think most of the other if not all the other Easter Egg hunts of my childhood were done in an 'off site' location. I can't help but smile every time I prepare for an Easter Egg hunt for my grandchildren. Most of all I remember to use plastic or marshmallow eggs. And I always include at least one golden egg...I prefer them to the rotten ones.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

A-Z Blog Challenge Letter D = Dandelion

When I was a young girl I loved to find dandelions in our yard and make a wish and send those pretty little white wisps floating upwards and onwards to soar with my wishes. They were so dandy and fun to find growing amongst the lush green grass. Time passed and I became a 'landowner', with grass to grow and a yard to manage. The only wishing I'm doing regarding a dandelion lately is they grow in someone else's yard!

I grew up in an area that growing grass was not something that was ever considered a challenge. I swear in New Orleans by the time I had the lawn mower in the shed the grass had grown six more inches. I've moved to a location that according to our local nursery man is just this one little spot in North Carolina that grass does not grow. We seed, we feed, we only grow weeds. Great big dandelions. I would consider perhaps putting down weed killer but then I'm afraid we would be left with just dirt.

Dandelions are not dandy...not anymore. The D in dandelion might go along with another D word...and yes you know just what one I'm thinking of. Those d*%@ dandelions...yessiree Bob or Dan or Sam; someone puhlease come take them away from my yard and put some grass in its stead.

Sigh....maybe I need to find a good recipe for dandelion tea..

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

A-Z Blog Challenge C = Computers

I use one everyday...a computer. What I know about how it works, what makes it run and what to do when it fails could be placed on a pinhead. As many people from my hometown, New Orleans would say, "How do it know?" All I know is I don't know. Thank goodness there are people in the world that do. My friends, the 'Geniuses' at the Apple Store take great care of my window to the world. 

I wonder what life will be like for my great-grandchildren. Will they laugh at the computers we used and wonder how we functioned with antiquated tools? Will someone move beyond the horizons of Steve Jobs and make the computers of today seem like playthings of children? I remember the computers that were available for us in high school. They were monstrously huge beings, never did I think I'd be using a computer that sits on my lap! 

The world is now just a finger click away. I have friends I visit in cyber space across town, across the country and all around the world. I'm able to 'face time' with our newest grandbaby even though she doesn't live in our same state. Computers are amazing things and everyday I am grateful for the abilities and new horizons they bring to my life. Every time I close the computer, I'm left wondering...'How do it know'?

Monday, April 2, 2012

A-Z Challenge B = Busted

Sailing was second nature to her. She grew up along the banks of the mighty Mississippi and the shoreline of Lake Pontchartrain. Saline tinged water was her home before she was born. The breezes that blew across the brackish waters of her favorite lake ruffled her hair and filled her heart as well as the sail on her favorite boat. 


She had built the boat alongside her Dad. Each evening he and one or several of his children would head out to the carport to follow the plans that accompanied the kit to create the sailboat. A modest and unpretentious vessel, it would serve the family that built it for many years. The Sunfish was christened with the initials of all the children in the family. The LPSSAB was a boat that carried her through the turbulent teens. Her own retreat from the rocky shores of the turbulent sixties.


Now she was an adult, with  all of her twenty years maturity. She invited her fiance and his brother and brother's wife to share in the wonders and thrills enjoyed on each rise and fall of the rippled waters. Feeling proud of her legacy and her expertise she was too cocky for her own good. Let's face it, she was showing off. She was steering her favorite schooner around the harbor waving to all her fellow captains. They might be guiding yachts or paddling pirogues; she waved to them all. 


She decided to take the turn down the canal that housed the really large yachts. Showing off usually leads to a sorry end and this was the waterway that would lead to her demise! Waving broadly to all around, she was quickly rewarded with broad waves and people shouting out what she first thought to be friendly hellos. Suddenly a boat came alongside and its captain shouted, "Get out of this part of the harbor! It's for large motorboats only....you don't belong in this section!"


She looked at her fellow shipmates and with a humbled smile, she knew, she was not cool, she was busted.

Sunday, April 1, 2012

A-Z Challenge A = Absent


Empty, unwritten lines
Feelings swirling like leaves of Fall
Challenge tips the cup






And so I begin the 2012 A-Z Challenge....