Friday, January 30, 2009

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..................

Tuesday, January 27, 2009



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!


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


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.


What chicken?


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


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


To boldly go where no chicken has gone before.


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...............................


"I missed one?"

Sunday, January 25, 2009

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 sure to give me a hug when you see me.

Monday, January 19, 2009

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.