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I HAVE 5 KID10 GRANDKIDS,2 DOGS,1 and 2 LOUD PARAKEETS. I MISS THE 60'S AND THE 70'S,LOVE TO TAKE PICTURES OF MY FAMILY,,THEY ARE SO BURNED OUT ON ME AND MY CAMERA. ITS SUCH A RELIEF WHEN MY BATTERIES GO DEAD.My dream is to run away and work in a little book store in Ireland and live in a little stone cottage with a few cats and watch the sea.

Sunday, May 27, 2007

Just Wondering

Is it offputting for me to admit that as a teen my friends and I used LSD? I haven't been a teen since 1973.

Friday, May 25, 2007

Why I Love New Mexico


Tonight I am alone. Joe working and Cady spending the night with a friend. No responsibilities. What to do? Something different. Not laundry for me. Decided I would get a bottle of wine. Ran to the only little market we have. On the way back(approx 1 mile) I turned the "other " way and took the long way home. The long way home involves driving up the canyon and making a sharp turn at the old dried up creek bed. Somehow the powers that be killed the creek about 5 yrs ago. This night as I approached the sharp turn, I just kept going. There's a storm brewing. It's almost sunset. Wind blowing and the wonderful smell of sage is in the air and it's heaven. I know where I have to go. I have to drive up the canyon till I can see the old La Luz Pottery. It's over 100 yrs old. When I was a teen it was the site of some sort of gathering of the tribes. Hippie tribes. My friends and I all hung out here in La Luz. We were all tripping on acid(yes,I was one of those kids) We walked up the canyon early in the moring and talked our way unto the property. They had a large dome set up. People were weaving and painting and some were cooking, some teaching others yoga. There was alot to see. It was beautiful. We all dream of buying the old place. My friends and I. It's still inhabited. The Pottery can be seen as you drive up the canyon and you gotta look fast if you are the driver or you will become airborne. It's about half a mile away on the side of a hill. I looked and drove to a turn around. With Steve Miller playing "Your Saving Grace" as loud as possible I flew down the canyon wind in my face. More than anything I wanted to be standing up out the sun roof and somehow drive too. Okay, I was getting carried away, I know. I came to the turn that would take me thru the dry creek. Hell, as I rounded the bend I could see water and lots of it flowing through were it had been dry for so long. I floored it and hit the water yelling all the way. Water came in all the windows and even the sun roof. Oh did it feel good. Joe just washed my Jeep and may not be as happy as I am but I had no choice. It was so freeing to just take off for a little while alone and feel the wind in my face. Picture is the road I turned on to take the long way home. It's our main intersection.

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Thomas



Joe and I went to a funeral today. Thomas was only 31 yrs old. Husband and father of 2 little girls. He was a fireman. He took ill at work after a call 3 weeks ago. He was born with no spleen and had always had to deal with the problams it caused. Still, it was a shock. He grew up with my kids out here in La Luz. My daughter Heather dated him about 9 yrs ago. The kids called themselves "The La Luz Crew". La Luz isn't even big enough to be a town. We are a village. We like it. The funeral had to be held in Alamogordo due to the large crowd expected to attend. Thomas was one of those people that you don't meet everyday. He was a nurturer and a kind human being. He rode a Harley. His Harley buddies showed up and rode in the procession. He was a fireman and every firestation in and around Otero County had most of their trucks show up. I am guessing that maybe 20 fire engines and more water trucks and EMS trucks were there. Before becoming a fireman he worked for the city of Alamogordo. After the funeral, his casket was loaded up on the biggest firetruck covered with the flag and lead the largest procession ever to be seen in our town, out to La Luz. It was the saddest funeral I have ever attended. His young widow and 2 small girls could be heard weeping throughout the service. The procession was amazing. Joe and I were in the center. As far as my eyes could see ahead of us and behind us were cars and more cars. All to honor this young man, this decent person. I think it was several miles long. As we drove through Alamogordo ,all the city workers that we passed, stopped work, removed their hard hats,put them under their arms and bowed their heads. Why am I telling this long tale? I need to. I was so touched by the outpouring of love and respect and the incredible grief and sadness, i want to share this I guess. La Luz is tiny, the Catholic cemetery is also small. La Luz came to a halt. People had to park and walk in from blocks away. When all had gathered the bagpiper began to play "Amazing Grace". Then we all heard a pager go off very loud. It is the firemans last honor. It was Thomas last call. His name was called and a brief eulogy given. I guess thats when everyone fell out. His poor widow and Mom and girls were sobbing so sadly that to hear them was painful. Finally people put flowers on the casket and began to make their way out. Most still stood there as if in shock. We could not seem to move. I had to ask Joe if we could please leave. It was a wall of sad that I have never experienced. I don't want to ever again. It was the wanting to comfort people whose hearts where breaking and the knowing you could do nothing to ease that pain. I hated for the little girls to see their Moma like that. They were so afraid. My pastor was there. His daughter too. Her husband was also a firefighter and my pastor too. It's a small town and everyone is connected. The 4 of us stopped on the road and prayed for the family. It made me feel a little better. I haven't been at church much lately. Last Sun was the first time in 4-5 weeks. Sometimes church is too much for me. Sometimes I go it on my own. Oh, not without God, just without church. Maybe I am ready to go back. I don't know yet. I always have so many questions. Anyhow, this room is making me get a headache. Thanks for being here, I knew I could talk to you.

Saturday, May 12, 2007

I Want More Ducks And I Cannot Lie (I am so lieing)

Leave it to Joe to save another duckie. We came home from Walmart and Joe found a poor baby trying to hatch. He was stuck in a shell full of flies. Joe brought him inside and cleaned him up and put him under a heat lamp. Which is a lamp that is hot. You were thinking we had some special duck hatching lamp huh? Nope. I am keeping my distance. I have had too many animals die since we lived here in the country. I protect my heart these days.
All the kids came out tonight for a cook out. We did an early Mothers Day dinner. Heather is making dinner for me at her house tomorrow. Cady and Christian are doing the dishes for me. Joe is making me breakfast in the morning. He makes the best omelets. I think I am pretty blessed.

I Am The Queen of Fugly


It was Thursday that I had my teeth Jackhammered from my face. I thought the first night would be horrible. It wasn't that bad. Late Friday I started looking a bit puffy. Oh, just on the one side mind you. Today I look like half of Bugs Bunny. Hey,Whats up Doc? It hurts . It's not over the top pain but it's there. But I look so creepy. Now I have to go to town to pick up 2 of my grandsons. We have to go to Walmart to get kid supplies. Like food.I am sure I will see everyone I have ever known today. I'm lucky that way.
The first night one of the ducklings died. Maybe mom sat on him. But there are two left and they are doin great. Moma still has eggs in her nest but doesn't seem to want more babies. Thursday night she had 3 eggs that were cracking and peeping. Sometimes it takes a while for them to hatch. For some reason she rolled them out of the nest and let them get cold and they died in the night. Little beast! Christian and Seth are staying the night tonight. It's Mothers day tomorrow and I thought Heather would want them home . Jimmy (husband) decided to let them stay with us and make Heather breakfast in bed and sleep in .We will go over after she gets her breakfast. I think we will make something for mom tonight. I have tons of craft stuff for them to use. I am so happy to see posts from some of my favorite girls, mjd, gawilli and Molly. This is the blog you go to ,to get away from the madding crowd,ha ha. I enjoy all of you. I have been slow in posting this week. I will pick up the pace this week-end. Grandkids give me lots to post about. Have a happy Saturday everyone. Picture is Grandpa Joe and Christian 11 and Seth 5yrs old

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Dentists and Pain and Ducklings, Oh My!



Bright and early I went to the dentists office. I have a terrible fear of dentists. I would much rather give birth than have a tooth filled or pulled. Needles freak me out. After many shots and finding out I needed to have 2 teeth pulled, one tooth was fused to my bone. Hey, that was some fun. Extra shots of numb stuff. They didn't know that until it was too late . They had a hammer and chisel banging away at my mouth. Naturally the dentist told me this is the first time she had ever dealt with this kind of thing. Had she seen it on the x-ray I would have been sent to an oral surgeon. It's all done and it hurts like hell but I will live. Now for the cute news. We now have 3 new fuzzy black and brown ducklings. Cady is very upset that her duck hatched and at lunch her dad put the little guy outside with the 1 other hatchling. By this evening another cutie pie hatched out. Right now there are 3 babies. That nest if full of eggs so I have no idea how many we are going to end up with. The mama duck is very protective and hisses at us if we come near. All the grandkids are going crazy to come out and see the broken dog and the new babies. I think I will feel fine by Friday. If not, I think they gave me enough vicodin that I won't notice. Cadys baby duck is the dark one in the middle. His name is Jr.

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

welcome to my zoo


When Cady was in the 2nd grade she took a duck egg to school. It was put in an incubator and in time it did what it was supposed to do. It hatched. It just so happened that Cady was there at that precise moment. That whole imprinting thing,it's for real. That duckling never had a clue he was not a little girl. Cady named him "Mr Peepers". He was supposed to be kept in a box in the laundry room while she slept or was at school. When she was home she took him out to play in the front yard in the grass. He followed her everywhere. Every night before I go to bed I always check on all the kids. ( we are down to just 1 now) It was nearly every night that I would find Cady asleep with Mr Peepers sleeping between her neck and shoulders under her hair. She loved him and he loved her. As he grew bigger, it became clear he had to live outside with the other ducks. Okay, not clear to Cady. We tried to get him to make friends with his duck relatives. He would take one look at them coming his way and run and fly into Cady arms. This was awful cute but didn't change the fact that he was a duck sleeping in my daughters bed. He was about half grown and the decision was made to move him out. This is getting too long so I will cut to the chase, his first night outside he drowned. He couldn't get out of the little wading pool. Cady never got over that. Just 2 days ago she found a picture of Mr Peepers and got all teary eyed. About 2 weeks ago she saw that we finally had a duck sitting on a nest full of eggs. That day she took an egg out and wrote her name on it and returned it to the nest. The daddy duck is the same dad from Mr P. Well as fate would have it as she checked the progress of the eggs tonight she found one with a little hole the size of a pencil eraser. Can you believe it? It's the one with her name on it. I thought it would be neat to post it. Ran to fetch my camera. As she held the egg we heard a tiny "Peep". I looked at Cady and instead of a smile I saw what Oprah calls "the ugly cry". Poor little Cady went to pieces. I should have known then what was coming. But I didn't. "NO, not keeping that egg in the house". I know what she wanted all along. Another duck to call her mom. No !I said. Put it back in the nest. It took forever but she finally got the egg back out there. Then she called Lynne. When Lynne lived here she was hatching ducks and turkeys . The kids would walk in with a goat following in hot pursuit. I wish I was like my dear friend Lynne. She's always calm. Hey, if they poop you can clean it up. I always feel like we have to sterilize the floor. So, I'm tryin to be like Lynne with this duck thing. I'm not thinking she will tell Cady that at this point the mom duck may be confused and kick the baby out of the nest. Cady has taken it in and out a few times. It was the "ugly cry". I knew we would find a little dead duck in the morning and I would hate myself. So tonight my daughter, Horton,um I mean Cady, has a half hatched duckling under a tiny heat lamp on her shelf. She also has 3 dogs asleep in her room. (We will cross that dog bridge in a few days.) I have to be at the dentist at 8am. Pulling a tooth that never got a new crown. Now it's a mess. Soon as I get done with that I have to pick up Gage at other Grammys place of employment and then go buy baby duck food. I am sure he will be all hatched out by then. It's gonna be a busy day in the neighborhood. A busy day for a neighbor,would you be mine, could you be mine,won't you be my neighbor? oh, that picture is not our duck. He's not hatched yet. It is a duck from the UK with 4 legs. I wanted a duck pic and it's what I found.

Monday, May 07, 2007

Why Didn't I Crave Snow-Cones?

When I was pregnant,yeah, all those times I was pregnant,I craved ice. Not just any ice mind you. Not those big barrell shaped things. I liked the little squares. No, I didn't just like them.I required them. I had to have ice. Not just in the daytime but round the clock. On more than one occasion in the middle of the night, I unloaded all the contents of the freezer looking for those pesky chips that may have fallen out of the bag. I remember cramming my mouth full of ice so that I would have enough in my face to hang a load of laundry without running out. I ate so much during my last months that I would loose a pound a week usually. I always had plenty of back up weight so that it was fine. yuck yuck! Well now it's been 16 yrs since my last baby and I am really regretting all that ice. I cracked most of my molars. Cracked all my old fillings. I am missing a few molars now. Wednesday I will miss another one. We now have dental insurance. Too bad we didn't have it a few years ago. Hopefully I can save more than I loose. Everytime that pain shoots through my head I think of that damn ice.

What The Hell, More Pics



Cady had a computerized doll this week-end. They use it for child development class. It can scream real loud. It had to go everyplace with us. We named him "Little Ricky". Here's a pic of the vault. It is a beautiful old place.

The Old Bank Bldg



Day Out



Joe issisted that I leave the house on Sunday. We went to Tularosa to visit our friend Billy Mack. He owns a stained glass business. His building is over a hundred years old and was the old bank. His bedroom is now in the vault. He does beautiful work. He had alot more work when he was in Calif. He wanted to come home. New Mexico is poor. Yep, it is.

Sunday, May 06, 2007

Broken Dog



Here's Cadys little pitiful pup. Ya gotta love him.

The Blog That Wasn't



I am so lazy. I never feel like signing in so that I can post. Then I am disapointed because there are no comments. Well, ya can't comment on what is not there. It's nearly 2 AM. I was planning to go to church. I bet I don't get up. I couldn't post pictures of the fight that was last Sat nite. Couldn't get to my pictures. Joe got them on here for me tonight. There fight was not as bad as I feared. My son didn't win. He was amazing. He was winning until the other guy got him in a choke hold. That ends things real fast. Billy was the main event and so his fight was last. It's surprising how many guys didn't get to fight because the other guys backed out. I would be rather upset to have driven all the way from Midland Texas ( hours and hours away) to be told at the last minute that my opponent had chickened out. Only one guy had to be taken away in an ambulance. He had a bad knee and dislocated it. I was there in the crowd praying for the poor guy who was in great pain and had to wait forever to be stabilized and carried out. Billy was okay with not winning because he put on a good fight.

My dryer broke last week so I have been like Caroline Ingles all week. I had to buy a new iron as shirts look like they have been slept in when dried on the line. My iron died last year. Lack of love I think. Well, I'm using it now. I wanted a new dryer. Joe bought a tractor. My dryer is about 50 yrs old. Joe hates the new ones and says they are a big rip off. My old dryer has a pully or some crap. As of it were planned, Joeys new dryer broke right about that time. It was unfortunate for me that the dryer broke just 2 days after I did a huge cleaning job in our bedroom. Joe did get rid of those pesky mice.

Oh, I also have a picture of the new 3 legged dog. We are having a naming problem. He is Cadys dog. She should get to name him. That way she feels better about cleaning up after him and feeding him and all the other fun that goes along with owning a dog. I call him Bubba. Joe calls him Buster Brown. Gage calls him Broken Dog and Cady says his name is Alaska. Too many sylables. Guess we can call him Laska.

Joe has put in an application on base (Holloman AFB). We have a few friends that work there and make good money. Joes current place of employment has turned out to be a big disapointment. When they found out how handy he is, they got rid of all the subcontractors and made Joe head of maintenience. He is also "safety co-ordinator". That in itself ,is a full time job. In fact everything seems to be his job. He fixes all the computers,broken gates and windows. Just the hope of a better job is pretty exciting for us. It's almost 3AM. Joe is out back irrigating. We get water at a different time every week. In the summer the water runs round the clock. I used to go out there alone in the middle of the night when Joe worked at the factory on graveyard shift. Ya gotta walk a way up the road in the dark with coyotes and bobcats and dogs. I was pretty brave with my shovel. Not anymore. I'm a punk these days. Sorry, I am never in any kind of order. Just words spilling out. Good Night. Oh yeah, the pictures of Billy are from right after the fight. He is looking pretty spaced out. Adrenaline rush.

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Oh Happy Day


Dead Mice,da da da,Dead Mice, da da da, Dead Mice aren't much fun.(yes they are)

They don't come when you call, they don't poop in your house at all, Dead Mice aren't much fun( yes they are). This is to be sung to the tune of "Dead Puppies". It's an old Dr Demento favorite of mine. When I woke up this morning I could not wait to check the traps. Ya know,looking for the bodies. Well there wasn't even one. Then today when the house was quiet due to Gage napping,I heard that wonderful sound "SNAP". There's nothing like the sound of a trap going off. It was the trap in the fireplace. I'm pretty sure they have electronic doors in there. It's like the entry to Walmart. I really could not care less if they suffer. I just don't look. It's my home. If we were a business the Health Dept would red tag us. Tonight as I was sitting here in my room, I heard the "sound" again. Another one at the fireplace. Unfortunately sweet Cady was home and didn't like it. She thought we should free the damn thing. Well, in the first place,,no way. And then of course there was a little matter of extreem bodily damage. Gee, breaks my heart. Do I sound heartless? Oh well. They are vermin,they are the enemy. They gotta go.

Happy May Day



When I was a little girl my Mom told me about May Day when she was little. She told me that all the kids picked flowers and made pretty little hanging baskets from doilies or scraps of material. They would then go to favorite neighbors and hang them on doorknobs, knock and run away. I did this every year for a long time. My kids did it too. The little old ladies on the block would always especially love this. Guess nobody remembers that old custom anymore. If the wind were not blowing about 45 MPH I would go cut some roses. Happy May Day to all.