A couple weeks ago I drove by a convenience store. Pulled up to the gas pumps was a truck loaded down with sticks. My first thought was, he is delivering building materials to one of the three little pigs. My second thought was, dang, I should of gotten a picture of that. When it comes to taking pictures, I am always too slow. I always miss that Kodak moment.
One day at work, I heard a plane flying really low. I went out to see what was going on. It was a crop duster. My first thought was, I wonder if I am going to get poisoned standing out here. My second thought was, I should get a picture of this. After getting my camera and after numerous attempts I had several shots of tree branches with just a glimpse of airplane wing.
I am not too bad at taking pictures of things that don’t move. Enjoy my accomplishments below.
When my children were growing up I always forgot to take my camera to important events or outings. If I did remember my camera I would never get around to developing my film. Thank goodness for my parents. They never forgot their camera, otherwise I wouldn’t have pics of many of my kids important moments. Don’t judge, most of the time I was lucky to get the little angels in the car and where we were going. One of my kids always managed to go outside right before we left and find dog poop. Needless to say he would have to have a wardrobe change and we would be behind schedule.
Ok, back to original story. In October, our town has a big celebration. We have three parades in three days. As I was driving one day I got behind this. This isn’t so unusual is it?
Yesterday was the high school graduation in the town I live in. As I am looking through the special section of the newspaper with the pictures of all the graduates, I recognize a few faces. A couple of the graduates were the oldest children in their family to graduate. I remember how it was to watch my first born walk across the stage. I think I held my breath the whole time. It was a melancholy feeling. Thinking about my child leaving home and being on her own.
There was also two in the paper that are middle children. With my second child I had mixed feeling. I really didn’t want him to grow up and move on. I will admit, however, I was elated that I would not have to spend the next twelve years trying to drag his butt out of bed every morning for school.
There were three graduates that were the youngest in their family. By the time my third and last child graduated I was in full melt-down mode. He was the last, the end, I was finished raising my kids. That was a year ago and I have since recovered.
My heart goes out the mother’s of the graduates. We, as parents, have to learn to let our children become adults. Then we have to learn a whole new way of life. It was hard to adapt to being just me and hubby. It had been 31 years since it was just the two of us.
Ok, somehow I have made this all about me. (Big surprise.) To the graduates of 2017, enjoy life, get an education, there is nothing you can’t do if you really want it. Most importantly, call your mother.
“You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition. You can’t get there by bus, only by hard work and risk and by not quite knowing what you’re doing, but what you’ll discover will be wonderful. What you’ll discover will be yourself.” Alan Alda
I want to say Happy Mother’s Day to the worlds best Mother. My mom has been through thick and thin with me. She has stood by me no matter what stupid thing I have done. (The list is long.) She was with me through the birth of all three of my children. (She was injured during two of them.) She is a wonderful grandmother to my three and my sisters fur babies. Happy Mother’s Day Mom! I love you to the moon and back.
As you may or may not know, I have recently started using doTERRA Essential Oils. I love them. I have been spreading the gospel of these oils to everyone I know. In the past few months I have quit using many of the over the counter products I had used for my ailments.
Every time someone sneezes or farts, here I come with my oils. I even have a diffuser on my desk to keep sick peoples’ germs at bay. Currently my diffuser is at a friend’s house. I had observed on a visit to her home that her child had a runny nose. We diffused Breathe in the diffuser. Now she is a believer.
One day my daughter brought her friend to me because she had a tooth ache. I fixed her up, good as new, using Melaleuca, or as good as one can be without visiting a dentist. Both of my sons have come to me with aches and pains and I feel like I am a useful parent again, fixing their boo boos.
One of the reasons I ordered the oils to begin with is I was waking up at one am. I found it hard to go back to sleep. When I finally did, the alarm clock would go off seconds later. I started using Lavender oil with a drop of Frankincense. Now I sleep all night.
One night my son, J, came home late. The dogs sleep in my room and can hear the gate or the back door open and bark like crazy. However, he made it into the house and my room and none of the dogs woke up. My husband and I didn’t hear him either. In the morning he told me that he was kind of freaked out that none of us woke up and almost checked our breathing.
As I get older and my body parts are starting to fall apart, I find myself turning more and more to doTERRA oils.
A couple months ago my oldest son, D, came to work at the garden center I work at. If you have been following along with my blog you will remember that he thinks I ask too many questions. I try to limit myself to twenty questions a day. Sometimes I will stop my inquiry in mid-sentence when I realize I have gone over the allotted number of questions.
Many things have changed since he was a teen and lived at home. Some have not. If he walks into the office and I am singing, he says, “You should probably never do that again.” Just like old times.
We have all been very pleased with the work he does and he will be moving to the landscape crew when our season is over. Things slow down in the garden center around the end of May, so all the temporary help is laid off.
My youngest son, J, (I am not suppose to call him the baby anymore.) started working on the landscape crew. Both the boys and my daughter, grew up at the garden center when my family owned it. I left in ’06 to open a home daycare and my parents sold it in about ’08. J liked to go to the garden center as much as possible as a child. D, not so much. J learned to run the cash register about first or second grade. Whenever a customer came to the register, he would elbow the cashier out of the way so he could ring them up. Of course it was cute at first.
My daughter, T, also loved the garden center as a child but didn’t hang out there as much. We didn’t have as much patience when T & D were little. T was 12 when J was born. By the time he was born we were a little more relaxed as parents and he would get to go to work with us.
When J was about third grade, he would go on small jobs with my dad. On more that one occasion the landscapers would file in to the office. My dad would say, ” Why aren’t you out working?” They would reply, “J fired us.” My dad would then have a little talk with him.