Been A Long, Long Time Since.....

It's so hard just to wait another 2 weeks for all my kids to be living in the same town as myself! All my grandchildren will be in the same town as myself! Thanksgiving, Christmas, Birthdays, etc. will no longer be seperated by miles! Now all that money that was spent in the last few years on sending packages can now be spent on the good things in life!!!! On Them!!!! No more skypeing to watch my grand-daughter grow up. Will get to be with her on her very first birthday! Grandpa is happy too! Just wish my mama was alive to see them all again!

Wasn't This Us? Oh How I Miss Those Good Ol' Days

A little house with three bedrooms,
one bathroom and one car on the street.
A mower that you had to push
to make the grass look neat.

In the kitchen on the wall
we only had one phone,
And no need for recording things,
someone was always home.

We only had a living room
where we would congregate,
unless it was at mealtime
in the kitchen where we ate.

We had no need for family rooms
or extra rooms to dine.
When meeting as a family
those two rooms would work out fine.

We only had one TV set
and channels maybe three,
But always there was one of them
with something worth to see.

For snacks we had potato chips
that tasted like a chip.
And if you wanted flavor
there was Lipton's onion dip.

Store-bought snacks were rare because
my mother liked to cook
and nothing can compare to snacks
in Betty Crocker's book.

Weekends were for family trips
or staying home to play.
We all did things together --
even go to church to pray.

When we did our weekend trips
depending on the weather,
no one stayed at home because
we liked to be together.

Sometimes we would separate
to do things on our own,
but we knew where the others were
without our own cell phone.

Then there were the movies
with your favorite movie star,
and nothing can compare
to watching movies in your car.

Then there were the picnics
at the peak of summer season,
pack a lunch and find some trees
and never need a reason.

Get a baseball game together
with all the friends you know,
have real action playing ball --
and no game video.

Remember when the doctor
used to be the family friend,
and didn't need insurance
or a lawyer to defend?

The way that he took care of you
or what he had to do,
because he took an oath and strived
to do the best for you.

Remember going to the store
and shopping casually,
and when you went to pay for it
you used your own money?

Nothing that you had to swipe
or punch in some amount,
and remember when the cashier person
had to really count?

The milkman used to go
from door to door,
And it was just a few cents more
than going to the store.

There was a time when mailed letters
came right to your door,
without a lot of junk mail ads
sent out by every store.

The mailman knew each house by name
and knew where it was sent;
there were not loads of mail addressed
to "present occupant."

There was a time when just one glance
was all that it would take,
and you would know the kind of car,
the model and the make.

They didn't look like turtles
trying to squeeze out every mile;
they were streamlined, white walls, fins
and really had some style.

One time the music that you played
whenever you would jive,
was from a vinyl, big-holed record
called a forty-five.

The record player had a post
to keep them all in line
and then the records would drop down
and play one at a time.

Oh sure, we had our problems then,
just like we do today
and always we were striving,
trying for a better way.

Oh, the simple life we lived
still seems like so much fun,
how can you explain a game,
just kick the can and run?

And why would boys put baseball cards
between bicycle spokes
and for a nickel, red machines
had little bottled Cokes?

This life seemed so much easier
and slower in some ways.
I love the new technology
but I sure do miss those days.

So time moves on and so do we
and nothing stays the same,
but I sure love to reminisce
and walk down memory lane.

MY PROMISE TO MY CHILDREN:

I will stalk you, freak out on you, lecture you, drive
you crazy, be your worst nightmare, embarrass you in front of your
friends, hunt you down like a bloodhound, until the day you understand
why I do it. Then I'll know you are a responsible adult. ......All
......because I LOVE YOU
♥ You will never find someone who loves you and
cares about you more than ME, your Mother ♥

My Results To This Quiz Was "MOUNTAINMAN", I Agree!

Tonie took the "Buckskinner, Muleskinner, Mountain Man or Flat Lander" quiz and the result is Mountain Man.
You seek a simpler time, but one that requires mastering skills long lost in time. Your ability to overcome the bonds of civiliazation makes you a prime canidate to walk off into the woods and live off the land. Your heart is strong and your wits unbeatable. If the Moun...tains were to call to you today you would answer with a primal screem echoing through the valleys.
I know I could survive! Can You? I have been trained by the BEST!

We do the Mountainman Rendezvous's in Oregon and Idaho. My favorite one is in Oregon at Seneca, Oregon. It is the weekend of Memorial Day. This photo was taken there in 2009. In this photo right to left is "Shawnee" (my husband Gd), "Whipperwill" (me) and our dear, dear friend "Little Bear" (Kim). The year this was taken I tyed for second place in the pistol with Acorn but her tye breaker was better than mine. So I got 3rd. I love it!!!!!!
We shoot black powder guns, rifles and pistols, throw tomahawks and knives, and dress the part of 1840's - 1850's fur traders... etc. It is so much fun and tomorrow we are going there again. My favorite place to be!!!! Wish me luck!

Happy Mother's Day (I Miss You Mom!) To All You Mom's That Read This On My Blog!

MOTHERS

Real Mothers don't eat quiche;
They don't have time to make it.

Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils
Are probably in the sandbox.

Real Mothers often have sticky floors,
Filthy ovens and happy kids.

Real Mothers know that dried play dough
Doesn't come out of carpets.

Real Mothers don't want to know what
The vacuum just sucked up...

Real Mothers sometimes ask 'Why me?'
And get their answer when a little
Voice says, 'Because I love you best.'

Real Mothers know that a child's growth
Is not measured by height or years or grade...
It is marked by the progression of Mommy to Mom to Mother.....

The Images of Mother

4 YEARS OF AGE - My Mommy can do anything!

8 YEARS OF AGE - My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot!

12 YEARS OF AGE - My Mother doesn’t know everything!

14 YEARS OF AGE - My Mother? She wouldn’t have a clue.
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16 YEARS OF AGE - Mother? She's so five minutes ago.

18 YEARS OF AGE - That old woman? She's way out of date!

25 YEARS OF AGE - Well, she might know a little bit about it!

35 YEARS OF AGE - Before we decide, let's get Mom's opinion.

45 YEARS OF AGE - Wonder what Mom would have thought about it?

65 YEARS OF AGE - Wish I could talk it over with Mom.

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes,
Because that is the doorway to her heart,
The place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole,
But true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she
Shows, and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!

Who Was I In My Past Life (a test I took on facebook)

A Romantic Poet
You know how you're kind of...you know...sensitive? There's a good reason for that. Long, long ago, you were a romantic poet - the kind that made all the ladies swoon with your sexy sonnets. Even if you're not much of a poet now, you've still got a lot of creativity brewing in your soul. And you've got a strong ability to notice details and understand other people's emotions. If you ever have writer's block or just need some creative inspiration, try to harness some of that poet power in your soul's past.