Changes I've made as I've grown older

1.  Blankets were once objects of crazy afternoons making out... now they're cherished objects to keep close even in sixty degree weather.

2.  Nap time were once the only time of the day I had to read or polish my nails ... now I'm the one taking them

3.  Back rubs once were a signal to get the kids to bed early now it is nightly routine rubbing in BenGay.

4.  Up all night once meant party time... now it only means up all night



5.  "I wish I could" once was the statement of future goals... dreams... now it is a daily prayer.

One down, three to go

Last night was Senior Prom night for my oldest granddaughter.  She's a great kid, no drinking... no drugs..and her friends are great too.  Okay Kyle... you're a good kid too... :)  Kyle is Jase's boyfriend.



But you know there was two big schools that had proms last night... lots of kids partying and Granny was worried.  She had fun and everyone made it home safe... YEAH!!

Happy Birthday to Lakey Pooh

My middle granddaughter is fifteen today.  Lakelynn is beautiful inside and out.  Loves horses, dogs, cats, ducks, chicks, get the picture.

Here are a few pictures

Dang it's cold

Most springs we're ready for rainy sixty degree weather and enjoy the warmer days sprinkled in... but this year even the trees thought warm weather was here to stay.  This weather should remind us that just because it looks like a duck and walks like a duck... it could be a hawk swooping down to kill those tomato plants you planted a month too early.  I'm bundled in a blanket with socks on .... I hate socks on my feet. 
My cheap, hot-blooded husband would not turn on the heat last night... got down to 41 but he reminded me it only got to 64 in the house and we were in bed covered up.... does that make sense to you??? I mean you have to get up sometime and you will be getting up to a 64 temperature.... all I've got the say is.... were are my sweat pants and sweat shirt
I did have a slight moment of protest.... when he got up... I always get up first.... I had a hat and gloves on making coffee.... this went with my winter robe, socks and a blanket draped over my shoulders... that is my Indian blood that loves to have my shoulders warm.  He didn't say a word, just grinned.

The pictures are Lakelynn with her new horse and his name is Saban.  Look they match... her hair and his coat. :)

2012 Kidlitosphere Progressive Poem

Okay, so Irene asked me if I was interested in doing this... I sort of bounce ideas off her and maybe this is payback??  I'm a fiction writer that writes really bad poetry.  My goal is that in two hundred years my poems be published in a book titled, "All the things you shouldn't do when writing poetry" or maybe my great great great ... oh heck you get the picture... grandchildren understand me and my life a little better by reading my poems. 

2012 KidLit Progressive Poem:  watch a poem grow day-by-day as it travels across the Kidlitosphere! April 1-30

If you are reading this
you must be hungry
Kick off your silver slippers
Come sit with us a spell

A hanky, here, now dry your tears
And fill your glass with wine
Now, pour. The parchment has secrets
Smells of a Moroccan market spill out.

You have come to the right place, just breathe in.
Honey, mint, cinnamon, sorrow. Now, breathe out
last week’s dreams. Take a wish from the jar.
Inside, deep inside, is the answer…

Unfold it, and let us riddle it together,

…Strains of a waltz. How do frozen fingers play?
How do fennel, ginger, saffron blend in the tagine?
Like broken strangers bound by time, they sisterdance…
their veils of sorrow encircle, embrace.

Feed your heart with waltzes and spices.
Feed your soul with wine and dreams.
Humble dust of coriander scents your feet, coaxing

seascapes, crystal sighs and moonshine from your melody

Beware of dangers along the path of truth

On to Miranda... hope I didn't mess you up too bad.

Schedule

1 Irene at Live Your Poem

2 Doraine at Dori Reads

3 Jeannine at View from a Window Seat

4 Robyn at Read, Write, Howl

5 Susan at Susan Taylor Brown

6 Mary Lee at A Year of Reading

7 Penny at A Penny and her Jots
8 Jone at Deo Writer

9 Gina at Swagger Writer's

10 Julie at The Drift Record

11 Kate at Book Aunt

12 Anastasia Suen at Booktalking

13 Tabatha at The Opposite of Indifference

14 Diane at Random Noodling

15 Ruth at There is No Such Thing as a Godforsaken Town

16 Natalie at Wading Through Words

17 Tara at A Teaching Life

18 Amy at The Poem Farm

19 Lori at Habitual Rhymer

20 Heidi at My Juicy Little Universe

21 Myra at Gathering Books

22 Pat at Writer on a Horse

23 Miranda at Miranda Paul Books

24 Linda at TeacherDance

25 Greg at Gotta Book

26 Renee at No Water River

27 Linda at Write Time
28 Caroline at Caroline by Line
29 Sheri at Sheri Doyle
30 Irene at Live Your Poem

Partly Cloud with a chance of Chicks

I'm going to pat myself on the back... I'm a very good Mama hen. All of the first babies are doing well and all 35 of the second batch are doing well and growing ... now for the third and finally batch... don't really know how many because they're hatching today and like any struggle for life event... sadly not all of the 90 eggs will hatch. Don't panic and think y'all will need to have a benefit to help me feed all these chicks. I'm only getting them over the hump when they need to be under a light and can't get chilled. I'm going to keep some of them but not all.

I enjoy watching these rather simple minded creatures grow and develop. Some are trusting, some curious and others are bullies. And the most interesting thing when you have mixed breeds... they change and look completely different when they're grown.

The bigger chicks are the ones hatched two weeks ago and are in the ugly stage.  The little ones, up top, were hatched Monday.  Look at their different colors.

Happy Birthday to my red-headed Grandson

This little fellow has had it rough all his life... mostly girl cousins... but he has always flowed with the currant.  He is funny, smart, curious and OCD about anything new... he has to work it , understand it, conquer it.  Not a bad thing for the person but sometimes a bad thing for the Granny.  You can hear me say, "Because." to him a lot.  He has out smarted me lately... "Lets look it up, Granny."  Oh to eat your own words can taste bitter.