Move over Danica…

You have competition in the defensive driving arena.  I think I could probably beat you on an obstacle course filled with pot holes from my city.  It is quite a chore just to navigate around town.  I have gotten pretty good on my comfort zone routes at missing the pot holes.  I know turning into the Kroger parking lot there is  a gigantic hole on the right.  As you come out at the first stop sign is another gigantic hole on the left.  Forget missing the pot holes as you are going to the credit union.  The road is thick with them and it takes a lot of maneuvering to miss them all. 

Well, ‘enuff said about that.  It is Monday morning and time to start a brand new work week.  That is if you were still working which I am not as I have been retired for a  long time which is not all it is cracked up to be let me tell you.  Sometimes the days are very long, even though I am a lot busier than I was before I moved here…

I have a lot of things to do today that will keep me busy.  First by the rental office to sign a lease for another year.  I can’t believe another year has come and gone.  Then to mail some letters, then to pick up my daughter , then out to Menards to see if I can get some stand alone shelving for my utility room.  Then to the bank.  By that time it will probably be time for lunch and you know what that means.

COUNTDOWN TO SPRING as I am typing this is 13 days, 9 hours, 48 minutes and 30 seconds.  I am so longing for a sunny 70 degree day.

  Beth

Oh NO!

The day is over half done and I have done an extra good job of doing nothing much.  Today is my niece’s birthday and I had her over for cheeseburgers, chips and baked beans.  And, well, since there was a birthday involved that meant a birthday cake.  For Pete’s sake, no one should ever have a birthday without having a cake.  That meant yesterday I had to bake a birthday cake, an orange bundt cake (recipe on my recipe site) with butter cream frosting.  OK, so that wore me out yesterday.  I mean, I usually go to the store and just buy a cake, but I thought what the heck,  I will bake a cake.  Which I did, and it turned out to be very tasty indeed.  But that was yesterday and this is today.  So, my niece left to go home a few minutes ago.

Then the doing nothing started.  I stripped my bed and I have the washer and dryer both going now so I am doing nothing running back and forth to the laundry room.  Now I am back from taking a load of clothes from the dryer and putting another load in.  So much for doing nothing.  I am worn out from it.  I think I will quit doing nothing and rest awhile.

I hope you all have a wonderful weekend.  Stay safe and be happy!!

  Beth

Justice Samuel Alito, I applaud you!

My heart was heavy yesterday when I learned of the outcome of a Supreme Court case, a consideration of protests at military funerals.  The Court voted with an 8 – 1 decision which they said falls squarely on the First Amendment.  This means that anti-gay funeral protests will continue to be allowed.  This sickens me.  Our brave men and women in the military are fighting and dying on foreign soil to protect countries that don’t even want us there.  Fighting for us here at home, and yes to protect our freedom of speech, however I, for the life of, me can’t understand how the first amendment can allow protestors to picket at the funeral of a fallen soldier.  The Westboro Baptist Church evidently (my opinion) doesn’t have a Christian among their members!  Surely God is looking down on these protestors and shaking His head in sorrow.

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I am just home from a fasting lab which required 4 tubes of blood.  My niece went with me and we went to Bob Evans afterward for breakfast.  Next Thursday is my doctor appointment for the results.  Not looking forward to that.

I need to go out and run some errands so I will catch you all later.  Stay safe and be happy!!

  Beth

Memories are made of this

Sweet, sweet memories you gave-a me
you can't beat the memories you gave-a me

Take one fresh and tender kiss
Add one stolen night of bliss
One girl, one boy
Some grief, some joy
Memories are made of this

Don't forget a small moonbeam
Fold it lightly with a dream
Your lips and mine
Two sips of wine
Memories are made of this

Then add the wedding bells
One house where lovers dwell
Three little kids for the flavor
Stir carefully through the days
See how the flavor stays
These are the dreams you will savor

With His blessings from above
Serve it generously with love
One man, one wife
One love through life
Memories are made of this
Memories are made of this

Songwriters: Richard Dehr, Frank Miller, Terry Gilkyson

Three years ago on Mother’s Day I put my mom’s maiden name in Google.  What a surprise to find a photo of my mom as a baby being held in the arms of my grandfather and grandmother.  A cousin had traced the roots on my mom’s side clear back to the early 1600s in the Netherlands.  You will find the picture on the left side of my blog.

Knowing hardly anything about what had happened to my dad’s side of the family I put my dad’s full name into Google a few days ago.  There on a genealogical site I found someone searching for information about my grandfather on dad’s side.  A few emails later I had some family pictures and some new cousins that I knew nothing about in South Central Missouri.  Rae and I have always said that if we could locate all of our cousins that we could all hold hands and stretch all of the way across Route 66.

The words to the song posted above don’t have much to do with my post.  I just like that song and I have it playing here on my blog.

The countdown to Spring as I am typing this is 19 days, 10 hours, 5 minutes and 35 seconds.

Time to go and fix breakfast.  I will catch you all later.

  Beth