A book!

A Book by Edgar Guest

“Now” - said a good book unto me -
“Open my pages and you shall see
Jewels of wisdom and treasures fine,
Gold and silver in every line,
And you may claim them if you but will
Open my pages and take your fill.

“Open my pages and run them o’er,
Take what you choose of my golden store.
Be you greedy, I shall not care -
All that you seize I shall gladly spare;
There is never a lock on my treasure doors,
Come - here are my jewels, make them yours!

“I am just a book on your mantel shelf,
But I can be part of your living self;
If only you’ll travel my pages through,
Then I will travel the world with you.
As two wines blended make better wine,
Blend your mind with these truths of mine.

“I’ll make you fitter to talk with men,
I’ll touch with silver the lines you pen,
I’ll lead you nearer the truth you seek,
I’ll strengthen you when your faith grows weak -
This place on your shelf is a prison cell,
Let me come into your mind to dwell!”

A Happiest Day

This day was Willow's first day out in this world. Gosh that was a happy day for all of us. This picture is of William when I walked into the hospital room. Look how happy he is...more content than anything else. And this is me when I held her for the first time. I love her muchos and muchos. And I'm going to live my life like I'll see her tomorrow. That'll get me through my Willow Fix. Miss you much BUG! See you tomorrow! It's me GRANNY!

Things We're Going to Miss When They're Gone

I've seen a couple of different articles about this on different topics. It got me to thinking though about what I'll miss when it's gone.

1. Letters - A pretty piece of stationery and some eloquent penmanship. Ohhh I love stationery and beautiful penmanship.

2. Incandescent light bulbs - Did you know GE shut down the last plant that makes incandescent light bulbs. All you can get are the compact flourescent light bulbs. Sad! Edison and/or his counterpart Swan whichever man you believed actually invented the light bulb first is I'm sure rolling over in his grave!

3. Newspapers/Books - It's only a matter of time (I hope I am wrong) before everything is on the computer. No paper books, no newspapers. Can you imagine. Now, I'm just as guilty as the next guy. I belong to an audible book club, however, I still regularly visit my Barnes & Noble to buy books to read and quilt/sewing books, because there's just something about holding that tangible hardbound story in your hand.

4. No sex before marriage. Sorry guys I don't like it and I miss the fact that it's okay for people not to have sex before they're married. It drives me crazy when I tell people that I've only made love with Martin and they look at me like I have two heads. There are many reasons that we are meant to be with one person. Not that I'm judging...it's just my feeling/opinion.

5. Unconnectivity - Dunno if that's a word, but what I mean is we're constantly connected to the...the WORLD. I remember when Martin and I didn't even have a TV. I went outside and dug in the dirt with William and played barbies with Sarah. We read and did puzzles and all sorts of fun stuff.

Which brings me to...

6. Time - All of these gadgets and gizmos that are sold to us to save time. What do you do with all that time you're saving? Sit on the internet, watch TV? We don't have time to just be quiet and do stuff that's good for our souls. Pray, sew, sit, talk, play cards or put together a puzzle. Time...how do you spend yours?

That's my two cents...for what it's worth.

Sprinkle me Some Cinnamon

Well I don't get it! I spent $5.35 for a Pumpkin Spice Frappuccino. Is it too much to ask to have that little sprinkle of cinnamon on the top? I mean it's a $5.35 drink. It seems to me I oughta get it the way I want it...right?

My Granddaughter Willow

I haven't seen my granddaughter for three weeks today. My son is going through custody with his ex and it's rather sad that children get stuck in the middle of the tug and pull. She keeps the babe from us. I never imagined in my life that I could love someone as much as my children. But that little baby just warms my heart and lets me know there is good in the world. When I look at her even when she's cranky, unhappy, poopy, and crying I'm happy. She'll be 7 months on November 1st a day before my son's 26th birthday. I hope we get to see her before then. And although her mother is hurting us beyond measure; I do wish her well and hope that she can find it in her heart to lay down the vindictiveness and just love her daughter enough to let us love her as well.

Nervous Nellies

Today we're talking about Nellies! Nervous Nellies. My mom was 40 when she had me so pretty much as soon as I was cognizant enough to take notice of anything other than my well being I realized how worked up my mom would get. She would worry if I went to the mailbox by myself, if someone wanted me to ride a skateboard, she'd get worked up if she couldn't find the frog-eye sprinkler head. At the time, I didn't understand that the reason you get worked up when you're older is that you realize how difficult things can be and how quickly they can turn sour. You have experience enough to know that happiness is momentary and can fly away just as quickly as it got there. I have a lady at work who came up to me this morning and said she didn't sleep last night. I asked why. She said the insurance is changing and it's going to be more money. At first, I was thinking 'big deal' but then I realized to an older person who's hubby is retired and you are the only one working that just may be a big deal. I reminder her that her house is paid for and her hubby is stellar at savings. He's got two car's worth of savings socked away when their cars give out. She said, "But when you haven't earmarked that savings for medical." She's right. So, I told her gently "Don't worry." That is a case of 'easy for me to say.'

Today

I think it's funny, that the first time I decide to pick this back up is exactly a year from my last post. Weird. Anyway, what I want to talk about today is about Marges. I'm a Marge, you may be a Marge, or I'm sure you know a Marge. Now, what I don't get is why they tell us to wear slimming colors and patterns. WTH?! We're Large Marges. No amount of color or pattern is going to make us look like we're small. We're not and so I think rather than try to camouflage it we should embrace it! Large Marges of the World UNITE!