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March 30, 2008
Cleaning House
So, it was finally nice and somewhat warm out today, the sun is still shining and our local ice cream shop has opened up!! YAHOOO! And...when Hannah asked if we could go after supper I had a hard time saying no, so...I said YES!!! We still have a ton of snow on the ground, but it's leaving, slowly but surely.
After church today I visited a friend I hadn't seen in a long time. She hurt her a leg skiing a couple of months ago and I've been bad about stopping into say hi. I've called and sent a card, but finally got over there today with a few things from the bakery. Spent a couple of hours visiting with them and then came home to a house that was totally trashed!! WAY too much junk and our front porch, forget it, back up the garbage truck. So, Devon and I kicked out hubby and Hannah and went to work. An hour or so later, much better, but the garbage man has a load and half for tomorrow!
It's terrible the crap we accumilate and going through two toy boxes I decided, "none of this is ever played with..." So I picked out things Hannah still plays with some of the time, kept a small card board box for some toys my nephews play with when they are over and the rest went out the door! You can actually sit out on the porch again without killing yourself trying to find a chair!! And...we hung up our big poster from Wyoming and the Grand Tetons. It's a bit weathered from our trip, but looks nice, forgot we had it! It's amazing the things you come across when you start going though stuff you don't need/use anymore.
So, I feel better now with my house back in order, the weather is better and enjoyed a day shopping with Mom yesterday. I am already for Hannah's 7th birthday which we will celebrate on the 12th and do her birthday dinner on her actually birthday this coming Friday.
Then Dev and I are off to DC for five days! Then it's on to planning Mom's 60th! I am so grateful her best friend is on board with planning and helping out, my younger brother is going to help out as well and of course Devon. Should be a fun time and hoping she enjoys it too!
So, a clean and orderly house sure does improve one's mood, or maybe it's the MUCH needed sunshine!
At any rate, life is good!
Posted by tracey at 04:53 PM | Comments (1)
March 23, 2008
Easter Blessings
So another Easter time come and gone and we all enjoyed a nice day. I had to work, but it turned out to be a pretty good day after a minor melt down with the LNA'S. I guess I expect too much from them sometimes, but I am someone that wants things done and done right, not half done, what's the point???
During lunch time Andy and Hannah surprised me with a nice bouquet of flowers in a ceramic easter bunny! When I got done my shift I ran home to shower and change and then we headed out to Mom's for a nice ham dinner and cake and ice cream for my youngest brother who turned 27 this past Wed. It seems impossible that in three short years he will be 30 years old already!!! Time flies for sure. He wasn't feeling well, has a nasty head cold and I can relate as I spent last weekend home and sick with something very similiar!
Our weather continues to SUCK! I am SOOOOO sick of all this snow and the wind that blew for three days straight. I want spring time and my flowers and birds and sitting out on my front porch and taking the dog for walks!
I know it's coming...it's been a loooong cold winter for sure!
Happy Easter and God's Blessings...
Posted by tracey at 08:41 PM | Comments (0)
March 12, 2008
An excerpt from my youth
So, a certain family has weighed on my mind for the past day or so and has made me think about my days of youth when I was young, foolish and so easily attracted to handsome young men...
I believe I was about 17, probably 18 and I hung out with this girl I'll call, Mindy. Mindy and I worked the evening shift together as nursing assistants in a local nursing home. She was about a year or so older than me and often, after work on Fridays and Saturdays, we would go out to a local bar in Canada where the drinking age was and still is 18. It's kind of sad to say now, but that was BIG time fun in those days.
Mindy was dating this guy at the time, a guy that was handsome and as I recall he also drove a really nice truck. I think his parents had a little money and it showed because Mindy and I didn't come from wealth by any stretch of the imagination. We both came from hard working lower middle class families so being in the company of someone handsome and with a bit of a cash flow was always a nice sort of interesting thing for us, appealing I guess you could say, but not in a bad way.
Mindy's guy, Mitch, had a younger brother, just as devilishly handsome and a bit more mysterious and "bad," but in a really sexy way.
We somehow all ended up together one night and try as I may, I cannot recall the circumstances that brought the four of us together that night, but as fate would have it we did and now, some 20 years later, it has been on my mind as of late and I think it's because of this young man, the one I shared a few fleeting passionate moments with, died several years ago and I've thought of him lately and am not sure why.
I'll call him Paul. Paul was handsome. He was quiet and it wouldn't be until much later years that I would learn of his many personal demons, demons that more than likely, followed him to his early grave.
I had known Paul only in passing, basically through Mindy because she briefly dated his older brother Mitch as I mentioned earlier.
I'm pretty sure this particular night I'm recalling, we had been out partying and in those days that meant a night out at the bar across the infamous Canadian boarder. Mindy was with Mitch and I was tagging along, a third wheel which I often found myself as and that night Paul had been along too.
Later that cool summer night the four of us ventured back across that boarder and found ourselves "breaking" into a big old house that strattled the "line" between Canada and the US. A house empty and creepy that sat in a hollow surrounded by tall pine tress. A house both these brothers knew well I'd imagined, from their younger more adolescent mischievous days. They took us in through a back door, Mindy and I giddish from too much alcohol and finding it extremely exciting to be with these two handsome devils in the dead of night in a house we didn't know and couldn't see much of because we couldn't turn any lights on or maybe there was no electricity I can't remember exactly, but I do remember they kept telling us to be quiet and I got the feeling we hadn't been the first girls to sneak into this old place with them, but these young men had only one thing on their minds and that made me feel even more attractive that this "older" mysterious very handsome rebel with curly dirty blonde hair and baby blue eyes was finding me attractive enough to want to take me to bed with him that night.
I was very self conscience of myself in those days, hell these days, but back at 18 I have to admit for a bigger girl I was much smaller than I am now, my hair was very long and dark I had often been told I had those dark "bedroom eyes." That, apparantly, most men just found drop dead gorgeous and maybe it was all the alcohol he had consumed as well, but so did Paul. And I also, strangely enough, remember the outfit I wore that night, vividly as a matter of fact. It was something I had bought that I normally wouldn't have worn, but I was feeling pretty good about my smaller figure at that time and it was a white one piece cotton knit outfit that had blue stripes on the v neck and wide waistline and capri fitting legs. It zipped from the waist up and was comfy.
Once inside the main part of the house Paul quickly found a bedroom, lost Mitch and Mindy and before I knew it was undressing me, kissing my mouth, my neck, lifting my long thick dark hair from my shoulders and up into his hands and falling onto a small bed with me in his arms.
He feverishly pulled off his shirt and pressed his strong chest against me, his breath smelled strong of alcohol and stale cigarette smoke, but his lips were warm and inviting and pulsated against my flesh. He was gentle and exciting to me and never made me feel unattractive. But, when it was all over with he said it was time to leave and we had to be quiet again as we found our way back out of that big old house and into the night. I never saw him again, not until many many years later, the night before my wedding day.
(to be continued...)
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