I Added to My Life Today

After working my own business today I stopped for a cup of coffee, House Blend to go....then popped into the grocery store for a banana due to some tummy upsets going on.....and to make a bank deposit. On my way out of the store, and mind you I am looking like frump city from the long day. And mind you Frump City Folks go all the way to the bank too! Back to it....I notice the large section of flowers on my way out of the store. They seemed to "un-frump" me, so I went to my car and got my camera that I never leave home without, walked all the way back into the store, possibly shuffling my feet which I detest anyone doing. My little Cybershot digital is my baby and does wonderful things for me such as what you are viewing.... The local market flowers! Aren't they just something to take in. I wanted to buy them all and give them all away to make other people feel as happy as they were making me feel. And some people don't believe there is a higher power. Come on! Look at these miracle colors and shapes and brilliance. Just like us, each one different and brilliant. I bet the flowers know better then we do their brilliance. What are we waiting for...we only Bloom for a short time also. We need to realize our short existence and bloom in beauty and brilliance like the flower shows us to do. What a grand example, surely from God!

Happy Birth-Day Cody Ogden

This handsome man is my son Cody who turned 29 yesterday. Cody lives in Los Angeles, California much too far away from his MaMa, me.... I miss him dreadfully. I don't think using a negative work like dreadfully is appropriate in any sense when speaking of my son Cody. So let me re-phrase myself and say I miss his marvelous appearance in my life very much every day. He is a comedian, a disc jockey, an actor, or should I say an auditioner, a personal trainer and aerobics instructor, a lighting man for British Petroleum meetings all over the country and out of the country, maintains his own business called Helpful Hands Handyman Service in Los Angeles, and is an Associate with PrePaid Legal in his spare time......oh and has a special girl friend named JoAnna whom I have not yet had the privilege to meet, but would like to. Cody works too much and too hard and too long but he does it, and it will pay him back. Those are the seeds Cody knows how to plant, therefore they are planted willingly and he will reap what he has sowed and that is much. Whatever Cody does in life, he is the best in my book. Everybody loves Cody Ogden.....but I love him more! Let me add I am very glad he was born. Love Mom xxoo

Did China Take Over?

OK your right I did not take this photo while on my walk this morning. But only because I forgot to take my camera along. This photo looks very much like the field out back on my apt. building so I chose to use it so as to set the mood better for my little bitty story.
I awoke around 7:15 as usual. I need no alarm clock no matter what time I am supposed to awake, I merely tell my brain before bed what time to wake and it complies. Maybe I should be trying to tell my brain other things at night and maybe it will comply to those also. Hummm. Big thought. Back to Misty Morning. I get dressed right away to take Gracie Allen out to poddie. All the time knowing we have to walk a half mile first because she "thinks" that if she poddie's too quickly we might just have to go back inside. Smart cookie huh? We have the ritual of walking out the side door and around the back where there are two huge fields on either side of the road then on up the hill to another neighborhood. There is actually a farm less than a 1/2 mile from here. Now remember I do this every morning with my dog but this morning was different.....maybe the Moon or Universe was in some certain order I wasn't aware of, but I was suddenly aware of something different. Here I am in a bustling neighborhood, 1000 feet from a main road, Rows of Condo's on the other side of the street, four huge apartment buildings on this side full of dogs that must have to "pee and poo," plus regular neighborhoods surrounding us..... Not a sound!! Not one sound but a few birds!! Spooky, oh yes. And peaceful, indeed. But you know me, I go back to the spooky and start thinking something may have happened while I slept and I missed it. Like the Chinese finally came and took everyone because we owe them so much money. LOL not funny. There were two American flags gently blowing in the slight breeze that appeared grey through all the misty fog. I tried to hear a human being. I thought, no child crying or laughing, no husband wife fighting or even making love, no dogs barking, then one SUV passed me going quite fast which spurred on more spooky thoughts to surface. Where is everyone. Is my childhood nightmare finally coming true where I come home from school and everyone on the planet is gone. I can have anything and everything I want, but I was all alone and I didn't want anything but all the people to come back.
Back to reality of morning walk. Mind you it is 7:30 a.m. in a large city and not a sound. And windows are open. I know because I checked. What was this Misty Dream that was happening to me and my dog? Then suddenly sound returned, the cars, the dogs, an airplane, a jogger, and I knew China hadn't come after all. Maybe the fog was all my ancestors visiting me in rebuttal or maybe agreement of my last blog post. Oh dear....Hey guys you left me some good "stuff" too so get over it. No more tricks on Misty Morning Walks....OK??
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"The Way We Were"

Did you ever wonder why you made certain mistakes or mis-judgments in your life? Well I have learned why and wish to share it with you. Friends and family of mine often wonder why I am so interested in my ancestors, or "the way we were" folks. Because however we WERE, WE ARE, and that may be good or/and bad.....one usually outdoing the other toward the negative end at least from my experience. Let's just play a scenario out here...let's say my Great Grandmother was mean, but hard working....and she married a man that drinks. Then on the other side of the family the drink was also an issue and add to that, they allowed other people to take/and raise their children. I call it child swapping actually. So 80 years later, my Great Grandmothers daughter marries a man that is mean. And my other Grandmother/Granddaughter/Grandson marries a man/woman of the drink. Then their children mess up with "the drink" and they have to take care of their Grand-children. And then the Grandfather hits the children and those children marry people that abuse them, and drink. And so goes the carousel........... Round and round we go and were we stop nobody knows. But I do. Because I lived it. And may I add I learned from it. And may I add its never too late although I do wish to have learned sooner than later. So maybe you will if you read this. You see I figure cells have memory, (my son taught me that as he studied with the monks in China) and the cells memories move on-to us. Our ancestors have much to tell us if we listen and dig. No different than digging for archaeological items in the dirt. Really no different. You can go and pay cash to see if you have the gene to inherit cancer, or diabetes....and you can also check your spirit and research your background to see what other parts you have inherited and then fight like hell to get rid of the negatives your Ancestors "passed on" to you. There is no medicine for that! Whether its abuse, alcoholism, abandonment, malice, and so on.......They, your ancestors play a major role in forming your life and helping you to find your reason for existing. Life is not merely going to work and come home to watch TV,procreating, and eating....life is not to be borne for nothing. You have things to do, things to work on.....

Sophie "LuLu" Moved Away

I named her Sophie and my daughter named her LuLu, now which one do you like? Of course Sophie duh. Well LuLu moved out two days ago. (you see who won the naming contest) The dog, "Gracie Allen," and the cat, "Lucy," seem a tad lost, yet at peace. I'm not lost at all! I am not being scratched in the middle of the night, in the mornings, in the afternoons, in the evenings. My dog is not being ridden like a monkey on a dogs back at the rodeo. But my cat seems a little lonely, because her and LuLu had played and wrestled all day. So now Lucy is meowing 24/7 and I am trying to accommodate her whining.

Doesn't Sophie LuLu look like a Feret? She stands on her hind legs and stays that way just looking around. She did that in bed the other night (those are my feet under the covers next to hers). So I got out of bed, run to get the camera, came back and jump back in bed and took the picture. Yup she stayed that way the entire time. She is quite the character I have to say....

She moved to a home where a pit bull lives and guess what...they are liking each other! I suspect there will be allot of play time going on very soon between the pit bull and the ferret cat named LuLu.... oh man what a dumb name. But its listed at the vet as Lulu so it is what it is. We have peace and quiet but I think we all really miss LuLu anyway. No one sits in the sink every morning when I brush my teeth and fix my hair, no one is climbing on the counter while I make my sack lunch of peanut butter and jelly sandwich with pretzels. Nor is she sleeping next to my pillow each night, nor is she "killing" my Nana's antique red velvet love seat with her no de-claws, nor is she climbing my beautiful sheers to catch and eat a fly, nor is she, nor is she, nor is she. She is gone! Hey, not dead......just moved out and I and the rest of this zoo have peace! I love it. I suspect she will be back on occasion for sleepovers when my daughter goes to visit her boyfriend at college.

Snoopy Times Three

Remember the Infamous Grainery a couple posts back? I happened to be rummaging around in it while dreaming of the new floors, walls, and warm fireplace after its remodel. Then I smelled something not so fresh, that brought me back to reality in a hurry and look what I found. Three Snoopy's. The oldest with only one ear and so little fur belonged to my eldest son named Daniel. He is 41, or is he 40? The middle one belonged to my next son named Chad who is 37. That snoopy has a bit more fur but not much....two ears though. Chad also had another favorite stuffed animal, in fact three...they were the Chipmunks. Simon, Theodore, and ALVIN! I handed those over to him for his daughters a few years ago. Back to Snoopy. The Snoop Dog on the left belonged to Cody who will be 30 this year. Aren't they cool, these Snoopy times three? But my boys are even cooler. Chris who is 26 didn't get a Snoopy, he had a White Bear named "Miff." I have somewhere in the "Infamous Grainery."

Art in the Family

There are five children, two Father's included, and myself...and we can all draw and paint and wood burn....and design. I drew the picture on the left in the 1980's....and since have done many pencil portraits. My oldest son draws nature scene's, portraits, and some naughty Harley Girls. The next son down in age draws well but doesn't exercise his gift due to a time issue I think. (He has a wife, (previous post) three girls age 8, and twins 7.) My next son down in age can draw and paint beautifully....he used to watch that fast painter Bob on TV for years when he was growing up....add that to his basic talent and you have it! Then the next son down in age is also an excellent artist, who does great cartoon characters.... then the next only daughter down cannot draw a line, but can rearrange a room I thought was great to begin with......she makes it a masterpiece. She is a gifted interior-ist. My own made up word. My Mother could draw as I recall. Oh, I forgot the one father who was also an artist..... so the middle two sons got a double whammy of art genes.(do you think I forgot him on purpose or was that out of sight out of mind) I do wish there were more time to devote to these wonderful creative talents my family possesses. Everyone so busy, no time to smell the real roses. I shall post some of my sons works....just because I want to and its my blog.