Another windy day..man, when will it stop?
Dad got an answer as to why his car quit working on Sunday...the alternator went dead. Guess after 12 years it wanted to retire! lol
Sadder news, Tim's dad isn't doing well. Tim went to Elko to be near his dad. Not sure whats going on but he was released earlier tho Tim even tho no concrete reason why...Said he was going to be up there for a couple of days. Prayers to Walt.
Other than that...not much going on here in this very windy Nevada desert. I just really wish that this wind would knock it off!!!! Grrrr.............
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Monday, May 30, 2011
Memorial Day...
In this particular blog posting, I want to say thank you to all that are serving and have served in our military. You have done and are doing a wonderful thing putting your lives on the line for people like me. My grandpas were service men, great grandfather, and some great great great uncles in the Civil war.
Thank you again. God bless you and your families!!
Thank you again. God bless you and your families!!
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Sunday Sunday pt 2
Had a wonderful time at Topaz today. Got a wonderfully pleasant surprise, in the form of my cousins Charlcie, Josh, and newest little cousin Eric, Charlcie's son. Was great because I haven't seen either of them in ages!! Josh especially. Also met his fiance Courtney, who is a kick!
There were lots of people there. I think about 40 or so. A lot of people I didn't know, but I chatted with just about everyone who showed up. So many people, so many relationships with Johnny. Friends, family, and neighbors.
I think my favorite part of the day was meeting Eric, sweetest little baby! He spent most of the day sleeping but I did get to meet him while he was awake. There was another little girl there, Isabella. She was a pretty, chubby little baby. So sweet in herself tho I didn't have much interaction with her.
It was really funny day too. Just about every time I took a picture of Charlcie, she would look in my direction and smile. Almost perfect timing!! Love that girl. Tho jealous of her too. She's got a wonderful man and a wonderful baby boy in her life! *sigh* I can hardly wait for the day that I get to have that wonderful baby in my life!! Tho I was very content to enjoy having one, even if only on loan!! hahaha!
Ok, memory time..and its a short one for not much to tell about it.
One summer, my dad almost lost the Jeep truck in the lake...twice. The e-brake never really worked properly on it for years, course it was like 30+ years old at the time and spent a good portion of its life in the hills hauling back firewood for the house at the lake. One of those times, it almost ran over Charlcie. Almost, she got snatched outta harms way.
I miss those childhood summers with cousins and other various family members to enjoy those lazy summer Sundays...
There were lots of people there. I think about 40 or so. A lot of people I didn't know, but I chatted with just about everyone who showed up. So many people, so many relationships with Johnny. Friends, family, and neighbors.
I think my favorite part of the day was meeting Eric, sweetest little baby! He spent most of the day sleeping but I did get to meet him while he was awake. There was another little girl there, Isabella. She was a pretty, chubby little baby. So sweet in herself tho I didn't have much interaction with her.
It was really funny day too. Just about every time I took a picture of Charlcie, she would look in my direction and smile. Almost perfect timing!! Love that girl. Tho jealous of her too. She's got a wonderful man and a wonderful baby boy in her life! *sigh* I can hardly wait for the day that I get to have that wonderful baby in my life!! Tho I was very content to enjoy having one, even if only on loan!! hahaha!
Ok, memory time..and its a short one for not much to tell about it.
One summer, my dad almost lost the Jeep truck in the lake...twice. The e-brake never really worked properly on it for years, course it was like 30+ years old at the time and spent a good portion of its life in the hills hauling back firewood for the house at the lake. One of those times, it almost ran over Charlcie. Almost, she got snatched outta harms way.
I miss those childhood summers with cousins and other various family members to enjoy those lazy summer Sundays...
Sunday Sunday pt 1
Yesterday my sisterfriend unfortunatly had to cancel due to having to work. It was sucky but its who she is. She helps people who are unable to do it for themselves. I love her for it! =)
Instead I spent the evening hanging out with my cousin Trevor who was in town. We had dinner and then went downtown for drinks. Then we ended back at my aunt's house and spent two more hours laughing and having a grand time!
Today my plan is to make an apperance at my uncle's 60th birthday party at the lake where I spent many of my fondest childhood summers. I am saddened that the place isn't like it was many years ago but I still have those memories.
In my next installment, I will share my day and a memory or two.. *smile*
Instead I spent the evening hanging out with my cousin Trevor who was in town. We had dinner and then went downtown for drinks. Then we ended back at my aunt's house and spent two more hours laughing and having a grand time!
Today my plan is to make an apperance at my uncle's 60th birthday party at the lake where I spent many of my fondest childhood summers. I am saddened that the place isn't like it was many years ago but I still have those memories.
In my next installment, I will share my day and a memory or two.. *smile*
Friday, May 27, 2011
*sigh*
The end of another work week is almost upon me, one more day and then I get to see my sister-friend Jennifer! Pending nothing goes wrong for us!! So please God if you hear me or if you read this, please!!
Today I also went to the cemetery to place the crosses and astroturf on the great-great uncles graves in honor of Memorial Day. Just like I have every year since I can remember. This year was a little different tho. I took my mom with me. It made it a bit more special since I got to spend this humble time with someone I love. We wandered a bit thru the older part of the cemetery. It was a saddening experience...The weeds that have grown thru there are atrocious. Headstones weren't bad but I would love to see some of them refurbished. It was also sad seeing how many children are buried there. Some months, some days, some even still born with no names. Just "baby of Mr. and Mrs. So-and-so." It was a time that health care and child delivery wasn't great, I know this but its still heart breaking none the less.
After this we went over and visited my grandparents, great-grandparents, and the uncle I never got to know. He is one of the still born children that is buried in our Valley View Cemetery. I miss him. My grampa. Hard to believe that he's been gone almost 11 years. But you know that... I almost cried there today because I used to visit him more regularly after I returned from school..now its so infrequent, I'm ashamed that I don't pay my respects more often..he was a great man..such a big heart and a warm smile. He's a treasure that I hold near and dear to my heart. <3
Today I also went to the cemetery to place the crosses and astroturf on the great-great uncles graves in honor of Memorial Day. Just like I have every year since I can remember. This year was a little different tho. I took my mom with me. It made it a bit more special since I got to spend this humble time with someone I love. We wandered a bit thru the older part of the cemetery. It was a saddening experience...The weeds that have grown thru there are atrocious. Headstones weren't bad but I would love to see some of them refurbished. It was also sad seeing how many children are buried there. Some months, some days, some even still born with no names. Just "baby of Mr. and Mrs. So-and-so." It was a time that health care and child delivery wasn't great, I know this but its still heart breaking none the less.
After this we went over and visited my grandparents, great-grandparents, and the uncle I never got to know. He is one of the still born children that is buried in our Valley View Cemetery. I miss him. My grampa. Hard to believe that he's been gone almost 11 years. But you know that... I almost cried there today because I used to visit him more regularly after I returned from school..now its so infrequent, I'm ashamed that I don't pay my respects more often..he was a great man..such a big heart and a warm smile. He's a treasure that I hold near and dear to my heart. <3
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Childhood and Alfalfa
I've got two stories to share today. First is one that oddly happened while riding the bus home from school one day and the other while attending college.
While filling out a fishing license the other day, I was talking to the guy and we got talking about nicknames and how people end up with theirs. His name isn't really important, his nickname is what brought on this randomness of a memory. His nickname is Nacho. Yes like the food. Well, suddenly this memory of a bus ride home popped into my head. I was telling him about this ride home one day and this one kid was picking on another kid named Nacho. He said, "that was me!" Me: "isn't that just so random a memory!" Him: "I didn't realize you rode that bus" Me: "Yeah I was blond back then" :)
So random!
While making a delivery, I passed by a field of freshly cut alfalfa. Ahhhh what a wonderful smell!! Its a smell that I missed desperately while attending school in Susanville.
One day, I believe it was March or April, while several of us were sitting in the cafeteria, talking and laughing and all that, I realized what time of year it was. I spouted off with "I'm missing out the first cutting!!" You should've been there to see the looks I got! hahaha!! These were all big city type kids and were looking at me like I had lost my mind! Well growing up across the street from an alfalfa field, I didn't realize what I was missing till it wasn't there!
I'm sure you all have a memory like one of these :)
While filling out a fishing license the other day, I was talking to the guy and we got talking about nicknames and how people end up with theirs. His name isn't really important, his nickname is what brought on this randomness of a memory. His nickname is Nacho. Yes like the food. Well, suddenly this memory of a bus ride home popped into my head. I was telling him about this ride home one day and this one kid was picking on another kid named Nacho. He said, "that was me!" Me: "isn't that just so random a memory!" Him: "I didn't realize you rode that bus" Me: "Yeah I was blond back then" :)
So random!
While making a delivery, I passed by a field of freshly cut alfalfa. Ahhhh what a wonderful smell!! Its a smell that I missed desperately while attending school in Susanville.
One day, I believe it was March or April, while several of us were sitting in the cafeteria, talking and laughing and all that, I realized what time of year it was. I spouted off with "I'm missing out the first cutting!!" You should've been there to see the looks I got! hahaha!! These were all big city type kids and were looking at me like I had lost my mind! Well growing up across the street from an alfalfa field, I didn't realize what I was missing till it wasn't there!
I'm sure you all have a memory like one of these :)
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Wind-blown Wednesday
Well the wind is back again...its supposed to be here until sometime tomorrow... Grrr...I hate all this wind we've been getting lately...GO AWAY!!!! I am done with you!!!!
Today was a rather frustrating day.. Slow due to the wind coming up, my father accusing me of doing something to the computers.. I did not.. *sigh* I'm glad this day is relatively over.
What would make this day REALLY good is that this wind just blows itself to another county.
Really looking forward to this weekend. I can't wait to see my friend and sister of the heart Jennifer. I haven't seen her in ages and miss her face!! Keepin' my fingers crossed and knocking on wood that nothing comes up to stop us!!
Today was a rather frustrating day.. Slow due to the wind coming up, my father accusing me of doing something to the computers.. I did not.. *sigh* I'm glad this day is relatively over.
What would make this day REALLY good is that this wind just blows itself to another county.
Really looking forward to this weekend. I can't wait to see my friend and sister of the heart Jennifer. I haven't seen her in ages and miss her face!! Keepin' my fingers crossed and knocking on wood that nothing comes up to stop us!!
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Grandpa memories...
This time of year always brings back memories for me. Memories of my grampa, probably my favorite person in the world. He got me in a way that no one since has. He has been gone now almost 11 years, and I still miss him like he just left. He and I would spend our friday afternoon before Memorial Day cleaning up his uncles and his parents's graves at the cemetary, preparing for the holiday. To this day I still do it. I can't help it, I feel that its my place and my honor to do so.
As a child, my sister, grandpa, and I would do it, though I didn't understand why. As years went by, Cheryl quit joining us. I'm thinking it was because she had "better things" to do, as she was becoming a teenager. But I continued to do it, even in high school.
Grampa was a World War II veteran, fought in the Battle of the Bulge. I wish I could've learned about his experiences during the war and as a POW, but he never spoke much of it. He was a quiet man, I think thats why I loved him so much. As a child I was really quiet myself, that is unless you knew me pretty well.
Grandpa loved to garden. I mean really loved to. He did have 2 of them.. hahaha One in his backyard, the other at their house at Topaz. He grew just about everything! Tomatoes, melons, strawberries, raspberries, asparagus just to name a few. My favorites were the strawberries and raspberries. In a scrap book that I still have, is a picture of me in the raspberry plants at Topaz. My grandma also told me that one time they found me sleeping underneath the bushes.
Memorial Day weekend was the first official weekend of summer fun at the lake. We would play in the water as long as the weather would hold out. It was also the first offical bbq time of the season. Dad or Grampa would cook burgers and hotdogs, gramma would make salads, cut up berries and veggies, and chips would be put out.
My sister, many cousins, and I spent many happy years up at the lake. Until we lost grampa...that was a tough loss for me. I lost my comrade. He had fallen and broken his neck at Topaz, though it did not kill him, it brought him closer.. He was taken to Washoe Medical and the first night there he was pumped full of pain killers his old body wasn't used to. He didn't remember anyone and that just broke my gramma's heart, his wife of almost 50 years. He spent the last weeks of his life there. Towards the end, he started recognizing faces again. But he never left there alive. One week after my high school graduation, he passed on to the next world.. I cry thinking about it.. he didn't deserve to go in such a manner.
His funeral was attended by many. The church was full, people standing up the sides, even people standing outside in the early summer sun. Many wonderful things were said, I learned some new things about him. But the ending is whats memorable. To end on a happy note, we sang "Take me out to the Ballgame" as he was a huge San Fransisco Giants fan. The funeral director even mentioned that this was the first funeral he did that ended on a happy tone. This was the last funeral he directed. But he's a story for another day...
As a child, my sister, grandpa, and I would do it, though I didn't understand why. As years went by, Cheryl quit joining us. I'm thinking it was because she had "better things" to do, as she was becoming a teenager. But I continued to do it, even in high school.
Grampa was a World War II veteran, fought in the Battle of the Bulge. I wish I could've learned about his experiences during the war and as a POW, but he never spoke much of it. He was a quiet man, I think thats why I loved him so much. As a child I was really quiet myself, that is unless you knew me pretty well.
Grandpa loved to garden. I mean really loved to. He did have 2 of them.. hahaha One in his backyard, the other at their house at Topaz. He grew just about everything! Tomatoes, melons, strawberries, raspberries, asparagus just to name a few. My favorites were the strawberries and raspberries. In a scrap book that I still have, is a picture of me in the raspberry plants at Topaz. My grandma also told me that one time they found me sleeping underneath the bushes.
Memorial Day weekend was the first official weekend of summer fun at the lake. We would play in the water as long as the weather would hold out. It was also the first offical bbq time of the season. Dad or Grampa would cook burgers and hotdogs, gramma would make salads, cut up berries and veggies, and chips would be put out.
My sister, many cousins, and I spent many happy years up at the lake. Until we lost grampa...that was a tough loss for me. I lost my comrade. He had fallen and broken his neck at Topaz, though it did not kill him, it brought him closer.. He was taken to Washoe Medical and the first night there he was pumped full of pain killers his old body wasn't used to. He didn't remember anyone and that just broke my gramma's heart, his wife of almost 50 years. He spent the last weeks of his life there. Towards the end, he started recognizing faces again. But he never left there alive. One week after my high school graduation, he passed on to the next world.. I cry thinking about it.. he didn't deserve to go in such a manner.
His funeral was attended by many. The church was full, people standing up the sides, even people standing outside in the early summer sun. Many wonderful things were said, I learned some new things about him. But the ending is whats memorable. To end on a happy note, we sang "Take me out to the Ballgame" as he was a huge San Fransisco Giants fan. The funeral director even mentioned that this was the first funeral he did that ended on a happy tone. This was the last funeral he directed. But he's a story for another day...
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