My Calendar

In my bathroom I have a calendar on the wall. Each day I write "I love.......(their name) on the space. If they have a birthday, then I write their name, if someone is sick, I write their name................a ballgame, a meeting, a call from someone I haven't heard from in a while, if someone comes by.......their name is put in the place of honor. Now if I can think of no thing that anyone is doing that day, I just start with the oldest of my kids. (That would be Lana). If any of you call me or come by, then I will put your name in that day's space. Sometimes I get in trouble for not putting a name that my kids think should go there. But it is MY calendar, and they should know that I love them all. This is something I started last year and it kinda takes place of the days I forget to write in my journal. I've been keeping journals since...........well, I found one last year that was dated 1972. There wasn't much in it, but maybe someday the kids will read them and remember. Or maybe I should just burn them in a few years. Everyone should keep a journal of their daily life. Don's grandmother kept one for years and hers was very informative and so interesting to read. Alas, mine won't be, but......................anyway!



"As I grow older, I pay less attention to what men say. I just watch what they do."



Hugging Honeyma signing off..................

WHY DID THE CHICKEN CROSS THE ROAD?

DR. SEUSS:

Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad? Yes! The chicken crossed the road, but why it crossed ,I've not been told!

MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR:

I envision a world where all chickens will be free to cross roads without having their motives called into question.

GRANDAPA:

In my day, we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road. Someone told us that the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough for us.

RONALD REAGAN:

What chicken?

EINSTEIN:

Did the chicken really cross the road or did the road move beneath the chicken?

BILL CLINTON:

I did not cross the road with THAT chicken. What do you mean by chicken? Could you define chicken please?

CAPTAIN JAMES T. KIRK:

To boldly go where no chicken has gone before.

RICHARD NIXON:

The chicken did not cross the road. I repeat, the chicken did not cross the road. I don't know any chickens. I have never known any chickens.

And my favorite one of all...............................

COLONEL SANDERS:

"I missed one?"

Lori's Birthday

Yesterday, January 24 was Lori's 42nd birthday. We had a small get together here at my house for her. A good time was had by all, but I don't think any event ever comes off smoothly. Home made ice cream sounded like a good thing to go with her birthday cake, so I started out early getting everything ready. My recipe was for a gallon of ice cream and not realizing that I was using a 1 1/2 gallon freezer, I filled up the container and started freezing away. I had put the freezer outside to prevent salty ice from going in the sink and checked on it regularly. Once I came in to check on something in the oven and sorta forgot the freezer. I ran out to check, it had cut off and the motor was smoking. I'm pretty sure I ruined the motor, but we did have ice cream..........more like pleasantly flavored iced milk since I added extra to it. This prevented no one from eating it tho and some even took a container home with them. Lori got cards from everyone that had scratch offs in them and she came out , I think, about $35.00 ahead. Carli bro't her "friend" from Tulia (he's such a nice boy, and so polite) and Conor came in for the festivities. Lana, Lynsi, Clay, Linda, Kara, Lori , Conor, Calor, Carli, Don and I were all the family that got to come. Silly me, I took some pictures with my new camera and put them on my computer, but they didn't go to "my pictures" and now I can't find them. So we will not have a picture for this post. This will in NO way surprise my kids. But, alas, I do the best I can and I WILL learn.

"I have many flowers," he said, "but the children are the most beautiful flowers of all." Oscar Wilde

Honeyma, signing off until next time............be sure to give me a hug when you see me.

Babies, and why I love them

The time I spend with my grandkids is a blessing that cannot be explained. I just wish every grandmother could enjoy their grands as often as I do. Granted, I am a constance source of embarassment to the teenagers and a great lot of fun to the younger ones. When you are a grand parent, you can be silly, dance, sing and not worry about what people think. I laugh now at the things they do that got my kids in trouble for doing the same things. I loved babies when I was a teenager and always had to hold one when I saw them. My friends tho't I was crazy............I was........about babies. In my 52 years, I have rocked a million miles with babies in my arms. Still love to do that, but they are all too big. I will be so thrilled to get to rock Lacy's baby in March.I rocked Lana until she got so big I couldn't get out of the rocker with her. If someone asked me what the sweetest thing in the world was, I would say a baby's breath on my neck when I hold them on my shoulder, I would say their soft little ,precious hands...........there are too many to mention. Some day I may move to a larger town and apply at a hospital to be a cuddler. The small babies always love you no matter how you look, how old you are.......and even listen to you sing.

I pray that my children and grands will not remember me for the material things I provided but for the feeling that they are cherished.