Thursday, April 23, 2015

Off to the Nutcracker Ballet....

I had no idea Lizzy was interested in the Ballet until one of her Young Women advisors from church invited her to go to the Nutcracker for her 13th birthday present.

Scene:  Lizzy talking to me..."Grandma, do you think I should dress up for the Ballet?  April (advisor) said she was going to go sorta dressy, but not church dressy.  I don't think I have anything to wear.  Like...the only thing I have that isn't school uniform, jeans or church is pajamas."
Me to Lizzy..."Hmmm, I think we need to shop till we drop.  How about a girl day of lunch and shopping?"

And...so we did...Behold!  Beautiful Lizzy!




OhMyGosh! A TEENAGER is in the house...........

Written January 2015

Turning 13 is one of the first milestone years that young folk mark as an age of importance. I don't remember my 13th as anything special.  I do remember 7 when no one came to my birthday party, and my mom combated it by taking me and two of my cousins to Seattle where we rode the fairy, ate lunch in a swanky restaurant and then spent the night in a fancy hotel.

I remember 16 vividly with a slumber party, movie, swimming and just a bunch of girlfriends hanging out.  I didn't get my drivers' licence until two months later.  I wasn't in any hurry to drive until my mom and step dad drove my Tempest LeMans convertible into the driveway! Such a brat.

I remember 18 being taken out to dinner by my boyfriend and receiving a beautiful Tissot watch from him and money from my parents.

21 I picked up my brand new 289 High Performace Fast-back Mustang....but I digress.

Lizzy turned 13 on December 10, 2104.  I felt sad that her mom was not there to participate. She had a slumber party with 4 girls invited (one could not come); so, three of her close buds came to eat pizza, snacks, hang out and sleep in the Snoopy House.

All in all it was a good time and was loads of fun to have giggling girls in the house.

I'm not sure how Lizzy will mark in her memories turning 13, but I am hoping that she will remember the positive things about her "day" and look back at this milestone with fondness....only time will tell. Until then, Happy Birthday, Lizzy...you are the BEST.


 Moustache....everything moustache!

 Tribute to her Fender guitar!


 Contemplating life at 13...

 Selfie of us


 Lizzy and her buds



Breakfast the morning after was bacon, bacon and more bacon along with these scrumptious French Puffs...yummmmmmm.


this time the HoHoHo really has a fun factor...

If you ask most women and maybe men, what their favorite holiday is the answer is usually Christmas.  I'm no different.  I happily jump into the category of folk who get all gaga over the holiday season.  In the case of Christmas, it's the journey for me...preparing, making lists, shopping, finding the "perfect" gift, surprising someone who didn't think I knew what they secretly wanted, wrapping, putting bows and ribbons on packages or stuffing colored tissue into pretty holiday bags.  I love all of it.

Christmas 2014 had my family together: me, John, Jeff, Tyler, Lizzy and Eli.  It was, in a word decadent.




Our "Christmas Tradition" goes like this: We open gifts on Christmas Eve.. with tablet and pencil in hand, Santa Claus (Jeff in a silly Santa hat), disperses gifts to each of us.  We open the gifts one at a time and I write down who got the gift, what it is and who its from.  This takes a very long time, but  when it is all over, the mess has been cleared as we go, Christmas bags folded to be reused and we end up with piles of gifts in front of where we sit. FUN FACTOR X 10!!

 Adventure Time PJ's for Tyler
 Marine Corps jersey for John
 Seahawk shirts for the guys
 The PurpleVinyl MotherLove Bone album for Tyler
 Seahawk Russell Wilson jersey for Eli
 Grumpy Kitty T-shirt for Lizzy
 We asked Lizzy if she would go rob banks for us in her Morph suit.
 Grumpy Cat for Lizzy...but Tyler seems to love it!
 Eli loved his Adventure Time T-shirt!
 Tyler's family gift got two thumbs up:  a telescope.

This is just a random sampling of the "loot" we all hauled in....twas the night before Christmas and all was well....

...so good...Lizzy's mini fruit pies


Written December 2014

The Feast of Food.  Thanksgiving is no different in our home.  When we lived in the big house in the Battleground, WA woods, I'd spend two days before baking pies and cookies and making sure my menu and table settings were going to be "just perfect!"  I loved Thanksgiving in the big house surrounded by family, dogs and great food my Thanksgiving stretched into Sunday eating leftovers and remembering the holiday with gratitude. Which brings me to...

Gratitude.  To me, it's an action word.  I MUST do something to protect my gratitude for all that I am blessed with.  When we moved to Texas life as I knew it changed. Well, duh....Patricia.  I found myself sitting in my own self-pity party wondering if I would ever get my life back. Well, duh....Patricia. The answer to that is I have a life and it is continually being blessed and because of the many blessings I have been given. So...when life isn't exactly the way I would like it to be....when I'm not remembering it's Life on Life's terms, I make a gratitude list.

This Thanksgiving, 2014, I am grateful first and foremost for my family. This year, with all of us together since we moved in 2012, I was happy to plan menus with family, grocery shop, and help Lizzy learn how to make pies.

Lizzy mentioned that her favorite pie was berry....mixed berry to be exact:  raspberries, blackberries being at the TOP of her list. She's a girl of my own discriminate tastes in pies. The only problem is not everyone in our family likes berry pies.  Jeff wants my chocolate (which is to die for), Eli wants pumpkin and blueberry and John wants pumpkin and apple. What's a gal to do?

Lizzy and I watched a show on Food Network where the Pioneer Woman was making mini-pies or as they are called, Gillette's.  Perfect! Little individual berry pies leaving only pumpkin, apple and chocolate to make.

The directions to the Gillette's was really easy and Lizzy did not have any problem with them at all. In fact, the only problem she had was eating them before Thanksgiving....so she made another batch!


After rolling out and cutting pre-made pie dough, Lizzy puts the berry filling onto the dough.



Once loaded with filling, she crimped up the edges and left the centers open for goodness to bubble out. Then she used a pastry brush to brush melted butter over and then sprinkled granulated sugar over them.



These are little purses of glorious goodness in every bite...no wonder she had to make two batches!



Grand Canyon Pre-Trip Planning Post #3

Friendship...



See that man? That is  Midland Fire Chief, Robert Isbell.  When I think of working with good folk, he pops up at the top of my list? Why, and what does he have to do with our Grand Canyon motorcycle trip? Well...pull up a chair, grab a drink of choice and let me enlighten ...

Chief Isbell is a motorcyclist, so we enjoy talking about bikes and riding. When he heard about my trip he offered to give me help if we encounter mechanical or other problems. WHAT?

We talked about the route and the stretches of highways where there was a whole lotta nothing.  His solution to that was to take my itinerary and to be the point of contact for all of the fire stations along our route. WHAT????  Chief Isbell is volunteering to be on call 24/7 in case of any emergencies we may have...breakdowns, sickness, ANYTHING. anything we need, he will call the fire station closest to where we are for them to help.

Needless to say, when I shared this with my husband, and two sons, they were very happy to know that there was a plan to have us girls covered ....just in case.



Sometimes along life's highways roads do diverge and we can't always plan for what lies ahead.  Oh, I can (as mentioned in previous post) be all anal in planning, but stuff does happen and I am so happy to know Chief Isbell.

Long gone are the days when I would take off on my bike and not tell anyone where I was going.  So, everyday before Lizzy and I leave a destination heading for the next one, I will text Chief and gratefully let him know where we are...just in case.

This is a biker bell also called a guardian bell.  Most, if not all, bikers have one or more hanging from somewhere on their bikes.

If you ever wondered what mechanical ‘wonder’ holds the handlebars to the frame; it’s known as the riser. It rises off the triple-tree (the long thingy that holds a motorcycles’ front wheel in place). Anyway, as any frequent rider knows, there are a multitude of threats on the road from debris to rage to weather. Nobody is able to always counter all the threats; so there must be an angel riding on the riser…

                                            A riser riding angel maintains vigil as I roam,
Shes with me as I wonder whether near or far from home.
Heavy throttle on the highway, or a quick stop near the light
Making paths of mercy happen when distractions cloud my sight.
I can claim no satisfaction of the skill which I possess
I’m thankful of provision riding curves and hills with crests.
So as every ride assails me of those old familiar threats
Attention, search and execute;
Riser angel-catch the rest!





...now...how do I get Chief Isbell to sit on my handlebars??





Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Grand Canyon Ride Pre-Trip Planning Post #2 - lists....lists....lists

Well, it isn't like I can give my husband a Honey-do list for HIM to work on. The lists are mine to create and then fulfill. I think I'm doing a snappy job cuz I have the lists numbered at 3

  1. Itinerary
  2. Stuff to do
  3. How to pack the bike
A few years ago, if you (think anyone) was anal or even considered anal, people would look at you and practically shun your existence. Well, I think anal gets a bad rap.  I mean...where would we be without anal engineers creating bridges, airplanes, etc?  Now, I'm not sure that anal quality transfers over to list making, but I think it does. After all, a bridge engineer probably started with a to-to list, right?
He didn't have a to-do list.....

My lists are anal.  I admit to it and I raise my banner for all the women and men out there who make lists and check off things as they complete. My #2 list (see above) is getting little check marks by all the things I needed to complete before we pack.  It makes me feel good to see the little check marks...it's a measure that I can stay focused.

My #3 list has an area for trial run/packing.  I haven't checked it off yet because I am still refining what needs to be packed.  I've been riding motorcycles for a very long time...like 50+ years..and I've learned to pack light...I'm not high maintenance. Give me moisturizer, sunscreen and I'm good to go as far as cosmetics go. Heck, I've even bought cheap undies and thrown them away as I go so I don't have dirty duds on the bike.

Packing now, includes cyberspace things:  chargers, cords, batteries, tablets, phones....they are necessary, right? Well, if you want to document the trip and keep in touch for safety reasons, yes; they are necessary. #2 list will have a trial run about two weeks before departure.

Then there is the #1 list which has become the Queen of all anal lists.  I have this puppy so finely tuned...but it's the only way I can travel...it's how I roll....literally.

List #1 is on an Excel sheet is uber anal. The itinerary is a daily picture of each days destination and things to see and do along the journey from city A to City B.  Mileage, fuel/pit stops are noted as well as lodging.  Doing it this way is a comfort to me.  I like to know that when my back hurts or I get the least bit road weary that there is a fuel stop xx# miles up the road. Having ridden on long stretches of highway nothingness....it is a good thing to know.


Yay!! The itinerary is set, lodging secured, fun things to do (mule ride in Canyon and 5 line Zip Line called the Predator) reserved.

North Rim. We will spend two night on the North Rim - to see both sunrise and sunset and ride the mules into the canyon.

OK....I have set our reservations for a 2 hour mule ride around the rim and into the forest.  I don't think my fear of heights would be good to ride down into the canyon.  I'd have to do it with both eyes closed!

Scene:  Lizzy fixing her hair in the bathroom.  I approach.  "Lizzy, I've been thinking about something fun to do on the way back home. There is a type of a zoo called Out of Africa Wildlife Park not far from Sedona and on our way home.  I thought we could stop there"  Lizzy does not look up from her task of straightening her hair.  I continue. "They have vehicles  we can ride in that will get us up close and personal with animals".  Lizzy responds, "Sure."

I thought this looked like fun until I saw this:


 Scene continues in bathroom:  "Well, they looked like fun, so, you think you want to do one of those tours...or would you rather ride a 5 part zip line called the "Predator: that takes us over the open areas where the lions are down below?"
Lizzy:  "OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Out of Africa Wildlife Park in Camp Verde, AZ

Reservations are set for the Zip line....I think I would have preferred the jeep tours!!!
















Tuesday, April 21, 2015

The Grand Adventures of Bubblegum and Firefly - Post #1 Pre-Trip Planning

Post #1 - Pre-Trip Planning

Not quite into the wild...  (if you aren't familiar with the true story...check it out...very scary...well, for me).




And, it's not quite like standing on the abyss looking over the edge (well...maybe a little),
(I like slugs..they are, for the most part with the native variety...little earth engineers)
but it's an adventure borne in my head that really isn't so different than any other person's quest for something to do with their grandchildren. But, in this case, it is grandchild, Elizabeth age 13.


Lizzy, Christmas Eve December 24, 2014 in her Morph suit with a Heart sweatshirt and a beanie that says Meow...yup...my girl!

Most of my inspiration (?) comes when I am alone in my head. That implies that I can be sitting right next to someone and still be alone in my thoughts.  It's the quiet times I have come to appreciate when my husband and I are alone together.  Maybe we are driving somewhere and the silence between us is not uncomfortable, but a spot in time where we are two separate people not necessarily living parallel lives in our heads.  OK...

My granddaughter, Elizabeth Suzanne is precious to me. She is not me.  Not in the sense that she even looks like me, for she does not. But, there are glimpses of me around the edges. She loves adventure, is daring, artful, musical, is learning to appreciate the art of junquing, beating on furniture to distress it, and more importantly she is not a people-pleaser.  Oh, she is not rude, but she is not co-dependent in her living.  YAY!!!

She has a good circle of friends, but does not bend to the collective thought and has a pronounced sense of self in a teen aged world of group "likeness."  I applaud that quality and reinforce it every chance I get. She turned 13 in December 2014. It's a milestone year, indeed. And, to commemorate becoming a Teen, we are venturing forth on our steel horse (Can-AmSpyder), in June, 2015 to the Grand Canyon.



Late last year...somewhere around her birthday, I asked her if she would like to go on an adventure with me. The 1,000 yard Teenaged stare was imployed as she looked at me and asked me for an explanation of ... adventure. I laid out my ideas:  Texas beach-Corpus Christi, Texas Hill Country, or the Grand Canyon.  She chose the Grand Canyon. Note:  I would have been happy with either of her choices, but was secretly pulling for the Grand Canyon.

Ambitious undertaking and the first thing I had to do was convince my sons, including her father and my husband.  Not to worry...for I am skilled in the fine art of persuasion.

My older son, Jeff, thinks I'm nuts.  Lizzy's dad, my son Tyler, says...GoForIt...and my husband, John says OK.  NOTE:  I didn't need his permission and he does not require me asking, but having his buy-in for this trip is essential. The trip is a go and I pick the date of June 19 for departure with a return date of June 27 or 28.  Let the trip planning begin....we are giddy with eager excitement!










life can really be a roll of dimes...

When I was a young mom, my children were the most important thing in my life. As they, and me, grew, I came to appreciate them on a different level than the care taker role of a parent. But, the funny thing about being a parent...is that you, once are, never...aren't.  My grown children, Jeff and Tyler, will always be my boys.  Oh, for sure they are their "own" people.  My influence over them or for them has waned as they passed the age of accountability to me (what is THAT age, anyway, hmmm?). The really cool thing about them is that they are a reflection of me in so many ways.  Not that I'm that great to reflect. God knows I made horrible, ugly mistakes growing to the age and wisdom I have achieved. But, they are me..they love to read...love to debate just about anything...love being "Geeky" with board games and most importantly, they love being a part of our family.

When I became a grandmother - I honestly didn't think I was ready to be one.  I looked in the mirror and saw a reflection of me, not a grandmother. When it happened a second time, I stared at the reflection looking back at me and realized that I was a grandmother.  I wondered for about 1 nano-second how that had happened and knowingly smiled:  Elizabeth and Elijah.

Now, I know there are folk who chose not to have kids and will never know what it is like to be a grandmother or a grandfather. That's OK. I respect them as people and more importantly, as friends.

Elizabeth and Eli are my youngest (Tyler) son's kids. They are resilient. If I could look for any other adjective to describe them at this juncture in their lives, I couldn't think of a better one than reslient.

Life is life on life's terms which is an expression I use to accept the changes in life over which I have absolutely no control....sometimes it sounds emotionless or heartless, depending on who is receiving the statement. And, it is never used casually as in...."Oh, your husband has cancer and got dead. Well, it is life on life's terms, after all."  Nope...it's never used to sound superior, to block truth in emotion or feelings.  It is as term that implies acceptance.

Drugs. We treat those affected with addictions as second-class citizens. We view them from our lofty perches as "those beneath us." We think of them as weak, without morals and individuals whom God has abandoned to an accidental overdose.

Drugs permeate all walks of life, all peoples and all families. And when the dark side of drugs comes knocking at your door, there can be no escape from the wreckage it causes.  Lives are broken, homes destroyed and in the wake of the hurricane called addiction, children are often caught in the middle and shoved to the end of hope.

Hope. It is what we try to hold on to when someone we love is ravaged by the darkness of drug addiction (include alcohol). We can pray. We can let them go. We can intervene and suggest treatment through in-patient programs or the 12 Steps of AA in meetings. After that, we can do no more except hold on to Hope that one day (and hopefully sooner than later), our loved one(s) will be willing to turn their lives over to a Higher Power and learn the root of their thinking and how to live their lives in the presence of God as a human being, person who has been through the fire and can now help someone else.

Sometimes...all that we do through prayer and stepping back and allowing a Higher Power, God, to come into a life does no good and we lose friends and family members to the disease of addictions.

But, sometimes....sometimes,...the Hope we hold on to...the life we pray for steps from the darkness and into the growing and sometimes scary life where the darkness fades and the light bulb is turned on.

My family, including me and my husband, have been through the darkness. And when we were ready and most importantly, willing, to turn our lives over to a Higher Power of our choosing, we have been blessed with knowing we have been refined by the fire. We move forward in God's Will, never forgetting our pasts, not dwelling on them or wishing for something different. We accept, live day to day without doing any harm, trying our best to stay in God's Will and repeating the Serenity Prayer....over and over and over.....

Resilient. So, we look now at lives having been affected either through their own actions or those put upon them by others suffering in the disease of addictions and we hold all those lives and we say, Thank You, God.





here I am....let's chat




Well...I'm not sure what to say. Blogs are hard.  Hard to maintain when the blog is not exactly my life or at least the total sum of my parts.

So, here I sit feeling a bit remorseful that I have not maintained my little world of cyber space for so long.  I went missing from my blog once before and I think the same reason holds true.  Life is life on life's terms and sometimes, life just gets in the way of blogging.

I wish I could be like professional bloggers, but I am not. So, I make no excuses for my lazy behavior.

Let's chat.

I had to look back on the various posts to see exactly when my last one was.  My bad....a few years ago...2012 to be exact. So, what's been up in those past years where posting went away?  Let me bullet point the low and highs and if you are interested in peeking at more detail...check the labels where the events will be detailed.

2012

  • I got a job that I actually enjoy and appreciate-no label here
  • I joined a dog club-no label here
  • Rode horses:  Norman, Quarterhorse and Drake, Thoroghbred.  Whee!!!
  • July, we went to Lake LBJ with friends
  • June I traveled to the NW to see grands Elizabeth and Eli and son, Tyler. Then ventured across the Cascades to visit my sister, Linda and her family- was a great, fun-filled trip-Family Label
  • Flew back to the NW in mid December to see son and grandkids-Family Label
  • Grandkids are taken by their mom to Southern Oregon to live-this is a sad time
  • Spent first Christmas in Texas - I tried to be happy-Christmas Label
2013
This is really taxing my brain to remember high and low lights of years gone by; which is another reason to just do it!  Keep up with my blog postings.
  • My beautiful girl, Jazzy, the best dog EVER in the world was diagnosed with Cushings. Prognosis: about 18 months to live - TOPS. Dog Label
  • Marley achieved his CGC (Canine Good Citizen) title-YAY!!
  • Marley achieved his Novice Rally title-YAY!!!
  • Rode our scoots into the Big Bend National Park with friends - beautiful trip.
  • Rode our scoots with Run For the Wall as Ambassadors from Odessa to Washington DC
  • Flew to the NW to see son. Tyler and take Lizzy and Eli camping at the Oregon coast-Family Label
  • X-Box Kinnect video chat is the best technology EVER to share in real time visits with Tyler, Lizzy and Eli.
2014
This year started on a strange wave of uber emotions and has not abated as I post this in April 2015.
Lots of Labels.....peek, if you choose....

  • January - Grandkids now live with their dad, my son Tyler in Vancouver, WA
  • February I send a guitar to Lizzy
  • April - I visit the NW see Grandkids, Tyler and friends
  • April - We ride scoots to Riodoso, NM with friends
  • June 26 - the Grandkids arrived for the rest of the summer
  • July - We go to Carlsbad Canyons and Roswell with grandkids and stay in KOA in cute little cabin
  • July - Off we go to San Antonio...the Alamo...and Sea World and Aquatica....a great time!
  • August - John helps move Tyler to our home- the now live with us....this is a happy/sad time
  • August - kids start school in Odessa
  • September - Lizzy and I enter lots of crafts and food in Ector County Fair...we win lots of Blue and Champion ribbons!
  • October Close to Halloween - the kids mom, Patti, comes to visit - this is a happy time
  • October - John and I trade in our scoots (my Harley and his Goldwing) on a 2012 Can-am Spyder with a cute little trailer
  • Thanksgiving - Way too much food
  • Christmas - OHMYSTARS!!!!