Saturday, February 23, 2008

Good News

Tuesday is the day …

Tuesday is the day my Rooster love gets to move into the safety department.

Reda Pump, a Schlumberger division is the lucky recipient of my dear hubby's expertise and knowledge.

I have wanted to spill my guts for way too long. Hahaha … and now, I can dance and shout from the roof tops.

I haven't seen my precious husband this happy, in many, many months. He has been so down and out. Not because he didn't get the transfer, but because of the obvious disregard for what he could do. When you have someone treat you like you are stupid, but yet you know you are an intelligent man it hurts you. There is something quite depressing about the situation, something that will eat away at the joy in your heart. My Rooster love is a hoot and a half. He will usually be the first one to cut a joke, and LOVES to make a bad situation light. But I have watched over the last year, as he has been beat down, told that he is a stupid "blank", and cheated out of so much. But, come Tuesday morning it is over … it is DONE.


Thursday, February 21, 2008

A Poem to Consider

All the rest came

They tried to make me laugh

They played their games with me

Some games for fun, and some for keeps

And then they went away.

Leaving me in ruins of games

Not knowing which were for keeps and

Which were for fun and

Leaving me alone with the echoes of

Laughter that was not mine.

Then you came

With your funny way of being

Not quite human

And you made me cry

And you didn't seem to care if I did

You just said the games are over

And waited

Until all my tears turned into


By Sheila, written for Torey Hayden

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Oh precious family of mine ... do you know how happy it makes me to see you all smiling and laughing!!!

My dear Pop's wanted to know why I wasn't using my SLR ... hahaha ... this is why, I couldn't immediately have a picture of him to have, hold, or see the way I can with my digi! Besides the fact that Kodak has yet to come out with a 420 count roll of film.

Monday, February 18, 2008

Dedicated to our Granny

I will never forget the day you sat in the recliner all day holding Bubba teaching him to blow raspberries ... and to this day he blows raspberries better than any of my other babies ...

Tomorrow is your day Granny ...

You have brought to this world two beautiful children ... my Rooster-love and my dearest Sister Sue, which in turn have brought into this world, 12 beautiful souls ... which in turn have brought into this world another 12 thus far.

Listening for the bell ...

Just up the road from my home is a field, with two horses in it.

From a distance, each horse looks like any other horse. But if you stop your car, or are walking by, you will notice something quite amazing....

Looking into the eyes of one horse will disclose that he is blind. His owner has chosen not to have him put down, but has made a good home for him.

This alone is amazing.

If you stand nearby and listen, you will hear the sound of a bell. Looking around for the source of the sound, you will see that it comes from the smaller horse in the field.

Attached to the horse’s halter is a small bell.

It lets the blind friend know where the other horse is, so he can follow.

As you stand and watch these two friends, you’ll see that the horse with the bell is always checking on the blind horse, and that the blind horse will listen for the bell and then slowly walk to where the other horse, trusts that he will not be led astray.

When the horse with the bell returns to the shelter of the barn each evening, it stops occasionally and looks back, making sure that the blind friend isn’t too far behind to hear the bell.

Like the owners of these two horses, God does not throw us away just because we are not perfect or because we have problems or challenges.

He watches over us and even brings others into our lives to help us when we are in need.

Sometimes we are the blind horse being guided by the little ringing bell of those who God places in our lives.

Other times we are the guide horse, helping others to find their way....

Good friends are like that... you may not always see them, but you know they are always there.

Please listen for my bell and I'll listen for yours. And kinder than necessary-everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle. [author unknown]

Friday, February 15, 2008

A Valentine to Skip

Happy Valentines Day!

What a day! And sadly, it isn't anywhere near over.

We're on the road, with heavy hearts, traveling toward my mother in laws apartment in Gainesville. She is in the final stages of liver cancer. She is dying.

My husband and his sister have such a terrible burden to carry with this ... this is their last parent. Many do not understand this, as there mother was not ... well, in my personal opinion she does not deserve the love and devotion of the two children she is leaving behind. However, at this point and time this is neither here nor there, she is still their mother. And all of my energy MUST be focused on them NOW, not the past. The past it done, and cannot be changed.

It is 9 pm, we have just made it to Abilene ... about another four hours to go before we come near our destination.

As each mile clicks off on the odometer, Rooster looks down - I wonder is he clicking off the miles there or is he trying to postpone the inevitable. We stopped for a kiddie break back in Cahoma, TC and I slipped off for a potty break. She and I are transported back three years ago, when we lost our mother. The waiting, the uncertainty ... the utter rage at the unfairness ... why her, why us, why why WHY!!! All questions that are yet again unanswerable.

My children are softly snoring behind me, one rests on my shoulder - yet none of them sleep their usual carefree sleep. And trust me when I say it isn't because we are traveling ... my kids sleep like rocks when we head to town to the grocery store. Smiley-girl wonders why she doesn't know her Granny, G-Wolfie asks if this is going to be like when Nini died ... oh I pray not, I don't want her to die like my mother did, but yet I don't want her nor her children, nor the grands and great-grands to suffer either. Big Bubba is ignoring the whole scenario, and is just looking forward to seeing his family again. Baby-Girl and Sir Hiss-a-lot remember her vaguely from our trip to see Sister-Sue & Uncle Magic at Christmas a couple of years ago ...