About Me

 I’m An Odd-Ball!

At least, I Think I’m An Odd-Ball

I am not a telephone person. I don't like talking on the phone a lot. I never have been much of a phone person. I was never a big talker anyway, and even got labeled the quiet shy one. As a teenager growing up, I probably was considered an “odd ball”. But, nobody ever said it to my face, just behind my back.   

I especially don’t like talking to people (especially on the phone) who go on and on and on talking a mile a minute about nothing, like a broken record. They just keep on talking, talking, talking, about themselves, their problems, their lives and so forth and so on. Drives me crazy! I feel totally drained after talking to them. This is just my personal point of view. 

On the other hand though, there are a handful of people that I love talking to. They never complain about their lives or other junk. They don’t engage in idle gossip. They are good listeners, and they have positive things to say all the time. Even when they talk about unpleasant things, they are not energy suckers. I always feel happy, refreshed, and energized after talking to them.

There you have it, my rant about why I don’t like talking on the telephone. So, how do you feel about talking on the phone? Do you like talking on the phone or not? What are your thoughts about talking on the phone?


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Retirement: Why I Retired from Teaching

Retire or Go To Jail

  

I started working full time when my middle child and only daughter, Jordyn, went to college. I had pretty much been a full time housewife and mom until then, working when and where I wanted to if I wanted to.

When I first started teaching I was fortunate to get the 2nd grade GT (Gifted/Talented) class. It was like being in heaven!

I taught second grade (not GT the whole time though) from the beginning until the 2000-2001 school year when I was moved to 5th grade. That was an administrative decision made without consulting me.

I absolutely hated teaching 5th grade! I couldn’t get used to the bad attitudes and disrespect of preadolescence 5th graders. I especially missed the parental support that the parents of the younger kids had provided.

Needless to say, I retired from teaching in May of 2002. I couldn’t take it anymore. I HAD to get out before I ended up in trouble or in jail from dealing with sassy disrespectful 5th graders. I realized I didn’t have the temperament or the inclination to deal with mouthy preadolescent kids.  

Teaching 5th grade was so disheartening and stressful I gave notice of my retirement a year in advance.

Then God moved in and took the reins. Administration moved me back to 2nd grade, one of my favorite age groups for my last year. It was even the GT class … again. It was like being in hog-heaven is all I can say about it!

BUT, I had to go. I couldn’t hang around and let administration move me to the older kids again. I certainly didn’t want to end up in jail or in the National Spotlight News!

I learned from my daddy, “If you fool me once, shame on YOU! BUT, if you fool me twice . . . shame on ME”! I wasn’t about to let that happen!

Briefly, that’s why I retired from a profession I am so passionately in love with

. . . teaching.

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Doing Diddly-Squat

I Don’t Feel Like Doing Diddly-Squat

Today is one of those days I don’t feel like doing diddly-squat, nothing, nada, zip, zilch, zero!

I have done a fantastic job of "not-doing-nothing" ... so far today. I hope nothing happens to interfere with this great “do nothing” session I have going on.

I don’t have a head full of creative ideas and there are no wow-inspiring stories floating around up there either. I’m just blank today.

What do I think about this? I think this is what happens when I have done too much, given too much of myself without replenishing the positive, and did not take the time to check-in with myself along the way.

I’m taking the rest of today to do nothing, I’m going to check-in with myself to find out what I need for ME.

Wishing you a Happy Friday Night!

      How I Got to be Dellgirl         

That was then...

                                       

                                                                    This is NOW!                                                                   

How did I get to be “dellgirl”?  More importantly, how can I be a "girl" and a grandmother at the same time? That’s something to think about, isn’t it?

One Happy Grandma!

For starters, I am a “Daddy’s Girl”…always was and will be until the day I die. Daddy’s gone now, may he rest in peace, but I am still his girl. I digress though, let me get back to the point. 

Dell is part of my middle name, and everybody called me Dell except Daddy. Daddy called me DellGirl, sometimes he would shorten it and call me DG. Nobody else ever called me DellGirl or DG. NOBODY! 

Sometime after Daddy died in 1988, I noticed my oldest brother using DellGirl or DG every once in a while. Ummm, interesting, huh? Oooppps...I'm getting off-track...again.

Let’s get back to the story of how I got to be ~dellgirl~. All my life I had proclaimed LOUDLY that I wanted to be a writer. My opportunity came, finally. I stopped "talking about writing" and actually wrote my book, At the Starting Gate, in 2008. My daughter Jordyn, helped me self-publish it.

My daughter Jordyn, the Wind Beneath My Wings!
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Jordyn and I brainstormed to come up with a Brand for me…a Logo if you will. We decided on DellGirl, ~dellgirl~ is my online Brand, my Logo in Loving Memory of my daddy...Mr. Hermise Mason Wilkins.

My Logo/Brand, designed and illustrated by daughter, Jordyn.

There you have it, my take on "How I Got to be Dellgirl". How did you get to be who you are today?  Tell us about it in the comments section. We'd love to hear it.   

What did I come in here for?

What did I come in here for?

I just sat down with my tablet again, for the third time. I already made two trips to the bedroom to get something but forgot what it was by the time I got there.

The first time I went in the bedroom, I changed my shoes, emptied trash cans and, wiped off the top of my nightstand. As I finished taking the last bag of trash from its container and tying it shut, I glanced around the room to see what else I needed to do. Nothing!

That done, I start for the den.

Oh, wait! What did I come in here for in the first place?!

Ummm, I don’t remember. Oh, well.

Back in the den, I grab my tablet to take up where I left off. Click. I turn it on. OH DANG,

my battery is almost dead!

That’s what it was! I went to the bedroom to get the charger to charge my tablet’s battery.

Ok. Back to the bedroom! Durn battery!

As soon as I enter the bedroom, I hang up a couple of shirts. Then I…

What was it I came in here for?!!!

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How I Came to Love Music

How I Came to Love Music

 

When I was a kid way back in the 50s and 60s, my daddy was a music lover. He loved all kinds of music, from gospel to blues to country and even classical music. You name it, Daddy loved it. Yes, he loved it ALL!

Every Friday evening after work he would start the weekend fun by putting his favorite “record of the day”, on the record player. When Daddy put the music on, we knew the fun was about to begin.

Many times the fun was simply playing records on the record player and listening to them. There were other times when the fun included playing games like shooting pool in our tiny kitchen on Daddy’s 6 foot long pool table. Sometimes it was playing in the yard pitching horse shoes, or playing baseball, or basketball and many more.

Whatever the case, there was always music playing at our house on the weekend. And, Daddy didn’t just “play” music, he exude music. He sang it, along with the record or alone…by himself. He encouraged us to sing along with it and with him. He danced to it and always . . . reached for my hand to join him in the dance.

Daddy didn’t “do-no-half-stepping” when it came to music. He always opened up all the windows and the doors. He had to let the music out! When he opened the windows and doors, everybody in the neighborhood could hear the music.

I became a music lover myself by listening to Daddy’s music, by watching him make music a fun experience. And especially ... Dancing with my daddy!  Now, I am my daddy’s star student.

I LOVE me some music!  I am a music lover extraordinaire!!  I love all kinds of music, from gospel to blues to country to jazz, and classical. I love it ALL!

There you have it, a teeny-tiny bit about me and my love of Good Music.

Do you like music? What is your favorite kind of music? How do you like your music, soft or loud? Do you know anyone who loves music like my daddy did?

Daddy Daughter Photo Source: Click the Image. It is NOT me and MY daddy. 

Needs vs Wants

There are quite a few household and personal things I need to do. But first, I need to get some rest. I want to REST! I want to SLEEP! I want some sleep and some rest!

If I had the opportunity, I could sleep for two days straight only getting up to eat or go to the lady’s room. Seriously!

I need to go grocery shopping soon or the family will think I lost my whole entire mind. I could put away some clutter that’s accumulated. Siiigghh ):

I certainly need to get better acquainted with Sir Hoover, the vacuum cleaner and Lady Pledge, the dust-buster queen. I need to do all this but, will I?

I should probably do a couple of them, maybe all of them. Then again I don’t feel like doing any of them. Truth be told, I don’t WANT to do anything. So I won’t!!!

The more I think about it, the more I think it would be nice to just lollygag and play around on my computer and my tablet. Okay, that settles it. I’m going to diddle the time away until bedtime.

Maybe I can rest when I go to bed tonight.  I don’t know if any of this made sense, but I got it out. That’s my rant for the day!

Just My 2-cents worth,,,

Okay, enough already. Now, go sit down somewhere and be quiet dellgirl.  

About Me

100 Words About Me

I am a female, born and raised in the great State of Texas. I am a ‘Daddy’s Girl’ …always have been, always will be. Daddy looks down on me from heaven now. I am still, Daddy’s Girl. I Love You Daddy!

I was born in the fall. That is probably why fall is my very favorite season. I have three brothers, I am the oldest. 

I was a tomboy. I played backyard football with guys who later played pro-football.

My daddy taught me to shoot a rifle when I was eight years old. He also taught me to respect guns.

There you have it. That is 100 Words About Me.

To Blog or Not To Blog?

Should I? I don't know. I can't think of anything interesting to write about. So, I thought I'd share some projects I've completed with you.

Sharing My Zazzle Creations

This postcard is designed using a photo I snapped from the car 
as we rode along Interstate Hwy 59 South.

Houston Skyline: Twilight Postcard

by dellgirl08

Here is another photo taken from the car on a different day.

Houston, Texas Postcard

by dellgirl08

Special Delivery For Grandpa Jersey Baby Bodysuit

by dellgirl08

Ok there you have it, my Thursday Thoughts.  Non-thoughts?!! Scattered thoughts? What? Maybe I should just go wash some dishes or something.

Up The Creek Without A Paddle

Up The “CREEK” Without a Paddle is An Old Saying. I know you have heard the old saying, “Up the creek without a paddle”.

Yes, I see you smiling over there, you’ve heard it. I have actually cleaned the title up a bit so that it is not considered profane or inappropriate.

The actual title is “Up BLANK Creek Without a Paddle”. The word in the blank begins with an “s” and, it ends with a “t”. It has two letters in the middle, “h” and “i”.

Why am I talking about being up blank creek without a paddle? I am talking about it to keep from going absolutely head-banging crazy. Mama is on one of her “out-of-her-mind” journeys. I’m dealing with it as calmly as humanly possible, without getting dramatic myself.

If it would do any good, I would scream! But, it won’t. So, I won’t. Thank God it’s almost her bedtime.

Until then…

I am “UP BLANK CREEK”!!!     

True Confessions

Confessions of a LateBloomer

How well do we know anybody? We don’t. We only know what we see when we are with them. We also see how another person portrays himself or herself to the world. 

We don't know what they're hiding behind the mask they present to the world. People lie all the time. It is easy to get mislead online, and we would be non-the-wiser. That’s a sad fact, but it’s true.

So, who am I? What do I like and what do I do? I love reading, writing, sewing, crafts, and jewelry making. 

I like researching online. I’m addicted to plain old research. I also spend a lot of time researching ways to make money online. I haven’t made much headway along those lines so far. I’m still searching though.

I also started researching my daddy’s family history online in 2008, but I’ve had to put that aside for a while. Life happened - - again and again and again.

Well, enough about me for now. I could go on and on forever. Did I say I love writing? I do love it. This is just a little of the life of the ~LateBloomer~, my online name…for a few hot minutes. 

Who are you? What do you like? What do you do? Do you have a hobby?