Pretty in Pink

Little flowers begin to bloom in my front yard.

I have NO idea what they are...except pink!

They bloom each Spring

And are great for ground cover.

Any ideas what these pretty pink flowers are?

If you do, please,

Oh please let me know!

I do love me me some Springtime---

Monday....

A daffodil and a half

Shows that Spring

So tries to be

Sprung in my

Backyard.

I LOVE Spring!!

Everything

Brand new in

Spring--

Refresh mind and body!

Not bad. Not bad at all.

March 11, 2006 was Saturday

This day in 2006, I still remained in the hospital. Had visitors in and out. My open heart surgery was scheduled for the upcoming Tuesday. Looking back, maybe they wanted to get in what they thought might be their last words to me. A friend, later on said, she thought they were going to lose me. Well, I had other plans.

On this particular day, Bear was one of the last visitors. Turns out Bear was kinda ticked at me. Why? Well, because I didn't tell him first thing I was in the hospital. I'd been there a week before I told him. Bear felt because of our past, I would have told him. Well, in my opinion, because of our past is why I didn't tell him. At that moment in time, Bear and I had little to do with each other, for weeks and months. Why would I want to share anything with him? Yet, I knew it was the right thing to do. I knew Bear would pray for me, and I needed all the prayers I could get!

I recall, I sat in a chair, donned in my faded hospital gown while Bear sat across from me. We've never spoken of what he thought that day. Looking back, I do believe Bear was scared. Except for the gown and being in a hospital and getting my BP checked about every hour, I was still me. Bear had a hard time with my illness--as time wore on, to a degree, I think he still does. You see, his dad passed away of heart issues at a young 58. There are times I wonder if Bear sees his Dad in me--which is only something Bear can answer. I've tried to reassure him of my health...

Fast forward to this day in 2010. Another gorgeous almost Spring Day. Received some good words from my classmates in this online class I'm in. That made me feel good. Gotta get my trash to the curb, chow on some salad, pet a cat and settle down to my Thursday TV watching--this is a night for me.

I am blessed.

Marvelous

It's March!

Just days away from my fave season: SPRING!

And just 38 days from my birthday...and yes, do sound the trumpets!

Honestly, my Monday now slows down. Didn't get as much sleep as I wanted last night, due to eagerness to start the new job today. Rainstorm caused my power to go out about 4:30AM. I knew that because my alarm system beeps to tell me something is wrong. Yea, I wanted to shoot the alarm box...

Let me say, first day of new job was MARVELOUS! No joke. Trainers kept my attention all day. All of us felt good as we walked out. I'm now in the mortgage area and will work on Short Sales--one step above foreclosure. After all that, I turned in the last of my first week's school assignments tonight and await Week 2's lot.

Fed the cats. Fed the birds. Now I'm gonna feed me some Blue Bell Banana Nut Ice Cream. You gotta try this stuff because it's ..

YUMMY YUM YUM my day is done. :)

Dandy 2nd Day of 2010

Granted, the picture is a little fuzzy-OK, alot fuzzy. Shocked, I was to even see these things in my back yard this morning--DANDELIONS.

It's January, right? Sure, it's about 45 degrees out--kinda nippy, yet I cracked a couple windows--just to get some fresh air. Cats are loving that. But dandelions?

I looked at them, basked in their sun colored glory, then glanced at my bare pecan tree. My pecan tree, I was so giddy about. Only picked up a handful of pecans during the Fall. For to wait for that first chill, as a co-worker suggested. When that first chill happened, the pecans on the ground were GONE. I had gazillions, now gone. I wondered if the guys who mow my lawn took em, or the squirrels, or the tree rats (that's what I call em) got hold. I was bummed. No pecans, but I do have dandelions.

Hmm. Can Spring really be that far away?

Sunday Some

Gorgeous almost Spring Day!

However, I AM ticked execs at AIG will receive millions in bonuses. OK--didn't they get a bailout? Word is there are binding contracts. Gee whiz, there is nothing AIG's spin docs can say that will change my mind that these folks bonuses. Didn't their areas start this mess? What about conscious? Do any of those execs have a million dollar's worth of conscious?

I think not.

On to brighter things. Fellowshipped at Inspiring Body of Christ Church today, with Pastor Rickie G. Rush. Great sermon of if we consider ourselves as perfectionists we cannot fill God's expectations of us. Perfectionists are ones for control, combativeness, and criticism--and not in a constructive way. There's something inside of us already that can be triggered, hence we act in a negative way. Yet alot of our own problem is our inability to accept the way God has made us--we compare ourselves to others. Need to stop all of that. At service's end, Pastor Rush mentioned how we women seem to hold on to something so long. Something in our brains, just holds on to a memory, that a man has said good bye to long ago. All in all, Pastor Rush may have had a few thousand folks there, yet it felt he was one-on-one with me.

Lots of stuff on my mind. I shouldn't let this stuff get to me. That's where Satan (who is a liar, by the way) gets his jollies from. Need to be focused and always remember where my strength comes from. There are many good things in my life. Gotta remember all of it. Like the trees in my back yard that began to bloom. Little things.

I could go on and on--but ya know, I feel like starring at the newspapers I'll tie together and recyle. Not sure exactly WHEN I'll tie them together, but I will--maybe after I look at the brackets for the NCAA Men's Basketball Tourney. Sigh. I recall days of watching the Iowa Hawkeyes with my fave basketball player, Steve Carfino. Come to think of it, what ever happened to him? Or maybe after I catch Desperate Housewives---the papers will get tied together, just like the sinkful of dishes get washed.

Love me some Sunday

Laundry Day!

My next door neighbor’s laundry is on their clothesline. Reminds me of when I was a little girl and watched both of my parents hang our laundry outside. My dad would have his ever present King Edward cigar dangle from his mouth when he did anything—including hanging laundry. I would get a washcloth or two and hang them from the branches of our apple tree—the branches I could reach.

What decade did I last hang laundry outside?

Turns out, the house I bought has its own clothesline too. When I began my house search, I was surprised some older homes had them. My memory reminded how clothes seemed softer and held a fresher scent from being outside. OK, back to my clothesline—during today’s errand running, I meant to buy clothespins—I forgot. I strolled out to my clothesline, and thought, “Well, next time.” I found myself filled with envy about my neighbor with their dried in the Spring breath of fresh air laundry! I stood at my clothesline and squinted—I couldn’t believe what I saw—CLOTHSPINS were all ready ON the line!

I dashed back into my house. The laundry I had to do any way would be hung outside to dry! Towels and washcloths were thrown in the washer. Absolutely giddy! There would be problem in remembering this day being the first day I hung clothes since the 20th Century. How? Because today is my dad’s birthday.

Now if you will excuse me, my washer stopped. Laundry needs hang on my very own clothesline.

I can reach it now.