Sunday, October 4, 2015

A Perfectly Imperfect Day

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From the minute I woke up this morning until this very moment everything has been perfectly imperfect. I didn’t feel super-dooper great - - imperfect. But, I was alive, breathing, able to walk and talk, and I had the use of all my bodily functions, - - perfect.

Imperfect Perfection!

I made my coffee, took it outside to drink it in the backyard, and gave thanks to God for all the blessings he has bestowed on imperfect me. Perfect to the infinite power!

Oh, did I take my morning meds? Ummmm, I forgot. Imperfect! Did I comb my hair? Oooooh, I think I did. I don’t know. What do I need to …

I forgot. It doesn’t matter. Imperfect.

Today was a perfectly imperfect day!

Monday, September 28, 2015

It Could Be Worse – A Chuckle to End the Day

Frank always looked on the bright side. He would constantly irritate his friends with his eternal optimism. No matter how horrible the circumstance, he would always reply, "It could have been worse."

To cure him of his annoying habit, his friends decided to invent a situation so completely bad, so terrible, that even Frank could find no hope in it.

On the golf course one day, one of them said, "Frank, did you hear about Tom? He came home last night, found his wife
in bed with another man, shot them both and then turned the gun on himself!" 

"That`s awful," said Frank, "But it could have been worse."

His bewildered friend asked, "How in the world could it have been worse?"  

"Well," replied Frank, "If it happened the night before, I`d be dead now!”

Friday, September 18, 2015

Make the Most of the Road You Are Traveling

Life is full of cross-roads, side roads, and back roads. Sometimes the road we are traveling on is as straight as an arrow. Other times, there are detours and those detours we encounter are curvy, bumpy, and narrow. We barely have room to navigate our way through the maze.

Somewhere along everyone’s life’s journey the smooth straight road gets bumpy. Often times, it gets s a little bit rocky and difficult to maneuver. There are other times when the road gets overwhelmingly bumpy, almost impossible to see our way through.

When the roads of our lives get bumpy, we can't be so focused on one goal that all other opportunities in life pass us by.

Life isn't always about taking the road that is less challenging. Many times we cannot even FIND the easy road. Life is about making the most of and enjoying the road you ultimately find yourself traveling on.

What is the road you are traveling right now like? Is it straight, and smooth, or narrow, challenging, and bumpy?

Sunday, September 13, 2015

All About Me

The loud buzz of the alarm jolted me out of a sound sleep at 8:45 Saturday morning. I crawled out of bed with the speed of a snail dragging through cold syrup. I made my way to the kitchen to make Mama’s breakfast so she could take her morning medicine.

I told her I was headed back to my bed to go back to sleep and I would see her later in the morning. I plopped back into bed and pulled the covers snuggly under my chin. “SLEEP, here I come!!!”

I wanted to stay in bed all day, doing absolutely nothing. The only other thing I wanted to do besides sleep was to get up to eat or to take care of personal needs. That wasn’t about to happen though.

Two hours later it was time for Mama’s morning snack (because of her diabetes). Okay, I have got to do something different. I need some “ME” time. I made a plan to do just that, and I did it.

For the rest of the day, I gave Mama her snacks, her meals, and her medicine … every two hours.  Once her needs were met, I headed back to my bed. I sat propped up searching for something good to watch on television, playing Free Cell on my computer and tablet, or EATIING and snacking. I finally ate my breakfast about 12 or 12:30 pm. Ummm, yummy!

Half the time I found myself slouched down in the bed falling asleep. Oh mannnn, that was GOOD! Being able to “laze” (made that one up) around in bed was just what I needed. I’m going to have to do that more often.

What a wonderful way to spend a Saturday afternoon. It was extremely liberating to take some time just for ME.

How are you doing? What have you been doing lately? I popped in especially to say hi and to let you know what’s happening with me. I hope you have a great week!

Saturday, July 25, 2015

What Happened to My Amazing Brain?

I hang up my cell phone, check my directory for my brother’s phone number and write it down on a piece of paper. I call the caller back and give her the number. We hang up and, I think about how technology has changed the way we do things.

I used to have ten or more telephone numbers committed to memory. With the advent of cell phone technology I only have about three phone numbers memorized, my own and two others . Whatever happened to that amazing brain I used to have?

The capability to press one button, enter a name and number, and save it to a device has made me lazy. Not only that, the ability to do one-touch dialing and calling has made a real dummy out of me … and a lot of other people I’ll bet. What’s going to become of our brains?

When all we have to do is press one button and we’re connected to hundreds of people, we have no need to memorize phone numbers. So, what’s the answer to keep from becoming technological dummies, tied to and depending on technology for every little thing?

What are your thoughts on this?

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Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Up for Some Crazy English?

Do you think English is easy? If you love the English language, you might enjoy this. There is a two-letter word that perhaps has more meanings than any other two-letter word, and that is 'UP’. 

It's easy to understand UP, meaning toward the sky or at the top of the list, but when we awaken in the morning, why do we wake UP?

At a meeting, why does a topic come UP? Why do we speak UP and why are the officers UP for election and why is it UP to the secretary to write UP a report ?

We call UP our friends.

And we use it to brighten UP a room, polish UP the silver; we warm UP the leftovers and clean UP the kitchen.

We lock UP the house and some guys fix UP the old car.

At other times the little word has real special meaning.

People stir UP trouble, line UP for tickets, work UP an appetite, and think UP excuses.

To be dressed is one thing, but to be dressed UP is special.  

A drain must be opened UP because it is stopped UP.

We open UP a store in the morning but we close it UP at night.

Okay, time’s up. That’s all the nonsense I can think up for now. Maybe I’ll dream up some more silly stuff another time.  If I forget, you can bring it up to me in a comment. I’ll try to up the ante on the next go ‘round.

Are you up for more or should I give up and call it a wrap on UP? 

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Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Nothing Lasts Forever

I read a blog yesterday by a young man who longed to go back to Scotland where he was born. He’s planning/hoping to go back home when his youngest child goes off to college in two years.

His blog immediately started me thinking of a few times I longed to move back home to the tall piney woods of East Texas. The last time I actively thought of going back home was during the late 90s when our baby child left to go to college. I didn’t get to go back though.

I was also reminded of some things from childhood that I miss. Thinking about it and looking back, I realize there are a lot of things I miss from those bitter-sweet days. When I concentrate only on the good times, the first thing I remember fondly is having so much fun, I didn’t know (or care) how po’ we really were.

It simply didn’t matter that we were po’. Everybody we knew was too, so nobody stood out above the rest financially. Truth be told, we were so poor, we didn’t know that the word had another “o” and an “r” at the end. We were just plain old  - - PO’- - Period.

As po' as we were, I miss is the carefree days of playing non-stop in my grandma’s huge yard. First, there was the game of running up and down Mama Leona’s tall steps to her front porch. We’d run up the steps, across the front porch, and jump off the porch across a giant Hydrangea flower bush. Up and down and back again we ran…again and again until we were caught by the grownups, they made us stop it.

Then, we would go play under the plum tree patch, the peach trees, pick blackberries, or try to get some muskiedimes (proper name: Muscadine) from the giant tree in the chicken yard. These are just a few of the things I remember from childhood.  Oooo, these are precious memories. I am so glad I read that blog yesterday.

I’d better go now, or else I will not get this finished and published. Do you remember or miss anything from your childhood? What is your fondest memory of growing up?

I will be around to see you soon. Have a good weekend.

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Thursday, June 4, 2015

Brain Boosting Foods

Did you know “Coffee Is Good for the Brain”?

I didn't know that when I started drinking coffee in high school. I took a liking to it instantly. I have been drinking it almost daily since that time. Although I was introduced to coffee for reasons that were not so pleasant, I love coffee anyway.

When I was a junior in high school, Mama would wake me up every morning at 5:00 o'clock am to help her iron clothes for the families she worked for before I had to get ready for school. The first few times she woke me, I was not a happy camper and it showed on my face.  If looks could kill . . .

One particular morning when I stumbled in to begin ironing, Mama told me she had made coffee and that I should drink a cup of it to help wake me up. I did. It helped. That was the beginning of my love affair with coffee.

I learned in the last year or so that people who drink a lot of coffee in their 40s and 50s reduced their odds of developing Alzheimer's disease.

I don’t know how true that is, but it is very interesting. I used to drink three, four, five cups of coffee a day. Now I only drink one cup a day, doctor’s orders. He said too much coffee is not good for the old blood pressure.

Oh well, do you drink coffee? Do you like it? Do you know anyone else who drinks coffee? How much? How often? 

Sunday, May 17, 2015

A Nice Weekend

All last week was busy as usual. Friday was half busy and half quiet and peaceful. Saturday was a day of total peace and a lot of much needed quietness. Cloudy skies and intermittent rain showers made the day even more restful, sweet.  I had gotten up earlier than I wanted to, ran a few errands, and made it back home just in time for the rain showers.

 I decided to spend my Sunday being productive, cooking myself something good to eat. That decision involved more work than I wanted to do. Oh well, it was all things that needed to be done so, I did it.  

Finally, the whole weekend is over. Now it’s 8:00 pm Texas time Sunday, May 17, 2015. I just walked through the kitchen, and a great big smile popped across my face out of nowhere. Why?

There is not ONE dirty dish to be seen. I washed all the dishes for a change. I didn’t rinse and leave ‘the usual one or two pots’ for tomorrow. I washed them all, every last one of them. It is a wonderful feeling to have all the dishes washed and the cabinet tops clean and free of clutter.

All of the food I cooked today is tucked neatly in the fridge, in plastic containers. Not ONE pot in the fridge tonight. Not a ONE, for the first time in a long time. I usually am so tired by the end of the day, I routinely put at least one pot of food in the fridge. Not tonight, the food is put away properly and there are no pots in the fridge. I won’t have to think about pots in the fridge all week long. This is the most wonderful feeling in the world.
You might think I am crazy ranting on and on about clean cabinet tops, clean dishes, and no pots in the fridge. But, you just don’t understand. And, I can’t explain it to you. I just know . . .

This feels so good. This is The Most Wonderful Feeling in the World!

Saturday, May 2, 2015


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I ran into an old childhood friend last week, it was good to see him after so many years. We chatted a while then went our separate ways. That meeting started me thinking about nicknames, his was “BooBoo” as a child and all through high school.

We didn’t have nicknames. My daddy didn’t believe in them.  He thought most nicknames were silly.  In his opinion, it was ridiculous for a grown man to be called “Junior”, “Junior Boy”, “Lil Junior” or any other variation of the “Junior” theme. 

He thought even less of nicknames that had no connection to the person’s true name.  Maybe that was because his own nickname was “Henny”. I never thought to ask where the name “Henny” came from or what it meant. 

We never discussed it one way or the other.  He was simply Daddy. “Henny” was what other people called him. Mr. Hermise Mason Wilkins - - that’s my Daddy!  Most people called him “H.M’. Some people called him “Henny” - - his nickname.  When asked, he preferred to be called quite simply, “H.M”.

I was born, Leona (Something-dell) Wilkins - - period!  As a child, I was called just plain “Dell” or sometimes, “(Something-dell)”.  The closest thing to a nickname for me was when Daddy called me “BabyGirl”, “DG” or “Dell Girl”.  To him, they were pet names not nicknames.  And, they were for his use only, not anyone else’s.     

My brother was named after Daddy but with a completely different middle name in order to avoid the “Junior” thing. However, Daddy did keep the same middle initial as his own. 

Keeping it real, my brother was called “Herm”. This was just a shortened version of his first name. No nicknames for us! My brother didn’t even have a pet name. Since he was a boy, I guess he didn’t need one. 

Here is a short list of names that Daddy thought were downright silly and didn’t make a whole lot of sense. Included are BoBo, HoBo, JimBo, Bubba, Head, Peanut, PeeWee, Lil Bit, Shorty, and Dirty. What do you think of these? Do you know anybody with one of these nicknames?

Do you have a nickname? Does anyone in your family have a nickname? What are your thoughts on nicknames? 

Saturday, April 25, 2015

I Hate Cooking

Some people love to cook. Nothing pleases them more than getting in the kitchen and whipping up something scrumptious at the drop of a hat.

Before my mama got sick, she was one of those. If we ever said we were coming home for a visit, she flew into the kitchen and immediately started preparing our favorite foods.

I, on the other hand, am not one of those “love to cook” people.

I hate cooking! I mean I really, really HATE cooking. There is not one single thing I know of that I like about cooking.  Not one!

Well actually, I like the end result . . . the delicious hot cooked meal. And, that’s all I like about it. I hate to cook, but I love to eat. Boy, do I love to eat! So, I DO cook even though I hate it.

From time to time I might share a recipe or two that I have collected from family and friends with you. When that happens, you know that I am hungry or I just finished eating.

There you have it. That’s my rant about how much “I Hate Cooking”. How do you feel about cooking? Do you love it? Do you hate it? What?!

Saturday, April 18, 2015

How the Fight Started

I’m fighting with my daughter over a man. Yes, you heard me right. My daughter and I fight over a man. Here is how the fight started.

Sometime during the middle of October, my 4 year old grandson and I sat playing a game on his Kindle Fire Tablet. He leaned into me, snuggled closely and asked, “MiMi, am I Mommy’s baby?”

With my most serious face and a long passionate tone, I answered him, “Nooooo, you’re not Mommy’s baby. You’re MiMi’s baby.” He snuggled even closer, wrapped his little arms around my neck and squeezed. “I wuv you, MiMi.”

“I love you too, baby boy.” I answered him. He repeated this action and conversation several times. Each time I was rewarded with a great big hug and deliciously sweet kiss. This went on for weeks, off and on.

One day his mommy passed near where he and I sat while this exchange was going on. He asked his mommy, “Mommy, am I MiMi’s baby?”

His mommy did as I had done initially as she had witnessed this scene many times. She replied, “Noooooo, you’re not MiMi’s baby. You’re mine.” His face broke out in the most priceless grin you ever saw.  He looked at me and asked me again.

There we were his mommy and me. He had us going back and forth as to whose baby he was and was not. That’s our lil’ man.

 He loved every minute of it. He was as happy as a, “hog-in- slop” at the back and forth between my daughter and me about whose baby he was.

After a few weeks, she and I determined that he is already getting a joyful kick out of two women fighting over him even at this young age.

Go figure!

Monday, April 6, 2015

Another Quiet Sunday Afternoon

Easter Sunday’s weather was mostly cloudy and pleasantly cool, not much sunshine. I slept in just a little bit, not much. Grandson left on Friday to spend the weekend with his dad. Mama left going back to my brother’s (also on Friday) and I really would have preferred to stay in bed all day long to catch up on some much needed rest.

I got up only because I had decided the night before not to cook and, I had to figure out what I would eat for the day. Thoughts of rotisserie chicken, caesar salad, golden corn-on-the-cob, mac & cheese, and King’s Hawaiian rolls already cooked from Kroger danced around in my head.

Domino’s pepperoni pizza, bacon cheeseburger pizza, and a tasty oven baked chicken-bacon-ranch sandwich were second on my list for things to eat that I did not have to cook. I didn’t feel like getting dressed to go to Kroger. So, Domino’s pizza it is! I called and placed my order for delivery.

That takes care of what to eat. Now, I can concentrate on enjoying this lovely cloudy Easter Sunday resting up from my duties as caregiver.

I love, love, love, quiet Sunday afternoons! This one is perfect for so many restful things. Sitting propped-up on my bed with my laptop to blog will be so much more fun since I don’t have to cook. Now, if that pizza delivery guy would only hurry up and get here, I can begin my pizza feast. With dinner ordered and on the way, I was ready to relax.

How was your Easter Sunday? What did you do all weekend? Did you do anything fun and interesting? Would you care to share? We’d like to hear all about it. 

Have a great week everyone! 

Thursday, April 2, 2015


WOW, is all I can say right now!  What an awesome day! I am alive, and I am healthy. What more can I ask? Nothing, I have it all. Thank GOD.

The weather here is overcast with clouds in the background, not a hint of sunshine anywhere on the horizon. The wind is high out today, tree limbs and leaves sway gently. Bags, paper, and other debris float by every once in a while. Absolutely gorgeous overcast day, I love it!

 I can't begin to tell you how thrilled I am to be here writing this quick post today. I’ve been away caregiving my mama AND my 5 year old grandson. I have not been able to get on here to do anything.

This post will be very brief because it’s almost snack time for both of them and medicine time for Mama. So, I will post this and run to get their needs met.

There is so much I want to say, so many questions I want to ask, but I have to go take care of these two care receivers and their tummies and their medical issues.

I just dropped in for a minute to say hi to everyone, wanted to let you know where I’ve been.

Okay, I'll stop for now. If not I’ll never get this finished and published. I will be back as soon as I can, take care. See you all later.

Have a great weekend! 

Friday, March 13, 2015

Thinking Outside the Box

Some months ago I noticed my grandson, Jace, spinning things - - anything and everything that would spin. He’d spin spoons, forks, cups, bowls, and more. Like I said, anything that would spin. 

At first I didn’t pay much attention to it, I thought it was just Jace being Jace, doing his Jace thing. He’s been an ‘outside-the-box’ thinker since he first learned to move his body parts.

I saw forks, spoons, and hot wheel cars spinning off and on throughout several days and still thought nothing of it. Then, one day I noticed one of my kitchen pots spinning, spinning, spinning on Jace’s Elmo table. Jace would spin the pot then stare over into the pot intently, grinning all the while.

Finally, I looked over his shoulder and found the source of his fascination. There were four of my tiny little brightly colored craft pom-poms spinning around the bottom of the pot. Each time the pot stopped, he’d spin it again – just to see the pom-poms float around.

So, that’s it!

Duh! Kids have always been fascinated with spinning things. Gosh, I was enthralled with things that spin when I was a kid. Come to think of it, we spent a lot of time spinning things too.

Did you like spinning things as a kid? Did you have a spinning top? Did your kids spin things? Did they have spinning tops? Did they enjoy them? 

Saturday, March 7, 2015

Dear BFF

Girl, I can’t begin to tell you how good it was to finally get together with you yesterday. Better yet, I am so glad I eventually thought of the idea of having a meet-up for breakfast instead of lunch. The more I think about it now, the more I wonder what took me so long to “GET” to the idea.

Since my days of caregiving for Mama and grandson don’t leave me any time for lunch, one would have thought I’d come up with another time and a different way to get together sooner. Oh well, that’s a perfect example of how my mind does not work these days. It is also “water-under-the-bridge”.  I GOT it now, thank goodness!

It was so much fun sitting there in I-Hop chatting and catching up, I enjoyed every single minute of it.  The breakfast was nice and tasty too. There was so much food on the plate I couldn’t eat it all in one sitting.

It felt really good to finally get to talk to you face-to-face instead of on the phone or via text message. We had more of a chance to update each other on what has been happening in our lives. Boy oh boy, I had more fun than a monkey in a pile of bananas!

I look forward to our next breakfast with a big grin on my face, thinking of quite a lot of things I didn’t get to tell you yesterday. I’m thinking that when the weather is not so cold or rainy, we can go to the nearest park and chat while enjoying nature’s gorgeous-ness.

Okay, I’d better wrap this one up because I’m getting long-winded here. I just wanted you to know how good it was to get together again, in person.

Until we meet, greet, and eat again, my BFF.

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Monday, January 26, 2015


Things continue to be crazy around here for me. Mama came Friday for her week to stay with me. She was with my brother the week before. It has been so cold I don’t get a chance to go outside for breaks like I do when the weather is nice. So we are (and have been much of that time) stuck in the house looking at each other looking lost and forlorn.

As usual, it has been a steady round of bringing, fetching, carrying, and doing. It’s up early in the morning to give her breakfast and medications at nine am. Next is her eleven am snack, no meds. One o’clock, and it’s time for lunch. There’s another snack time and a fluid pill at 3 pm.

It’s dinner/supper time at 6 pm and time for her night time meds. She used to go to bed at five o’clock in the evening, but she seems to be staying up later and later these days. A couple of times since she’s been here, she has been up past seven pm.  Ummmm, interesting, huh?

This is just the tip of the iceberg. There’s a whole lot more busy-ness going on, but I had better stop so I can post this. If I try to tell it all, that won’t happen.

Anyway, I am just checking in to update you on where I have been and what’s happening with me. How are you? I hope you had a good weekend, did you? What did you do? I didn’t do anything print worthy, but the weekend was okay. 

Have a great week everyone! 

Monday, January 19, 2015

True Confessions

I made a posting schedule of what to write about on what days, when to write on which blog or what website, and how often I would write on each. I put it away to think it over more thoroughly.

After careful consideration, I decided to continue doing what I'm doing the same way I'm doing it. That is, I guess I will keep on flitting around in cyberspace like a spaced-out butterfly until I figure out how to make this work for me.

I'm glad I didn't jump up on my mighty "high-horse" and publish the schedule for the whole wide world to see. Now, I don't have to stress if I don't stick to it.

So much for confessions.

How is your New Year going so far? Did you make New Year's resolutions? What do you think about making resolutions?

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Monday, December 29, 2014

So How Was Your Christmas?

 Did you have a Merry Christmas? We had a pretty good holiday here, especially grandson, Jace. He got the one big item he wanted and several of the smaller ones, so he was a very happy little boy. We (the grown-ups) had the best time watching him jump for joy as he opened his presents.

He ripped the wrapping paper from packages faster than a paper shredder. As soon as he had the package opened enough to see what it was, he tossed that one aside. In the blink of an eye, he was tearing into the next gift. Needless to say, he had a great time on Christmas day!  We had an even better time watching him having fun.

How was your Christmas? Would you care to share how yours went? What did you do? Who did you celebrate with?

Not everybody celebrates Christmas. So, if you don't celebrate Christmas please do tell me what you celebrate instead?

Happy New Year Everyone!

Friday, December 19, 2014

Thank You for Your Friendship

Here is hoping that your Christmas is filled with peace, love, laughter and happiness.  

Wishing you a Holiday Season full of contentment and joy,

Have a Merry Christmas!

Thank you all for your friendship and for including me in your circle 

with Love & prayers.

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