more great photobombs…

As a reminder:

Photobomb –  (verb) to drop into a photo unexpectedly.  An otherwise normal photo that has been ruined or spoiled by someone who was not supposed to be in the photograph.

PHOTOBOMBS…not just for animals anymore…..And don’t worry….mine are family friendly!

And who wouldn’t want Will Ferrell photobombing your wedding announcement?

fireworks in CA…

We just got back from a COOL  (in more ways than one) vacay in lovely San Diego!  Yep, we were there for the big 15 second fireworks show!  We thought it was a great beginning….only to find out that it was  also the end!  Oh well…..

The temperature was unbearable in Arizona, and with the fourth of July being a holiday….and the fifth of July being a birthday… we loaded up a few of our favorite things…

And drove to Coronado Island!!!  All of our grown kids, and two grandkids got to share the weekend with us!  And I must tell you….the youngest is 27 and the oldest is 33 years……..and they are absolutely hysterical.  We spent the weekend laughing and enjoying the weather with most of it being around the pool!!

Hello, girls!!!! 

Later the girls wanted mama to take them to the water….to play their guitars, of course..

   

These are true soul surfers…..(just ask them)

So while the fireworks show was a BUST……..the weekend with the family was absolutely PRICELESS!!!!

to my darling child…

Letter from a Mother to her child:

“My dear child, the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through.

If when we talk, I repeat the same thing a thousand times, don’t interrupt to say: “You said the same thing a minute ago”… Just listen, please. Try to remember the times when you were little and I would read the same story night after night until you would fall asleep.

When I don’t want to take a bath, don’t be mad  and don’t embarrass me.  Remember when I had to run after you making excuses and trying to get you to take a shower when you were just a little one?

When you see how ignorant I am when it comes to new technology, give me the time to learn and don’t look at me that way…remember, honey, I patiently taught you how to do many things like eating appropriately, getting dressed, combing your hair and dealing with life’s issues every day…

The day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through.  If I occasionaly lose track of what we’re talking about, give me the time to remember, and if I can’t, don’t be nervous, impatient or arrogant.

Just know in your heart that the most important thing for me is to be with you. And when my old, tired legs don’t let me move as quickly as before, give me your hand the same way that I offered mine to you when you first walked.

When those days come, don’t feel sad… just be with me, and understand me while I get to the end of my life with love. I’ll cherish and thank you for the gift of time and joy we shared.

With a big smile and the huge love I’ve always had for you, I just want to say, I love you… my darling child. ”

the loooong week…

Sorry you haven’t heard from me in a bit, but I had to fly out to Arkansas on Tuesday because my father had been rushed to the ER.

I had received a call from my sister (holla!) and she explained that our dad was very sick and had a seizure IN the emergency room  and his heart rate was dropping. Remembering he had a quintuple bypass previously, we were all pretty scared.

So, within two hours, I had boarded a plane and was going to meet my sis in Dallas, then off to Arkansas we would go!!

Now, if you know me, I have a horrible sense of direction and get lost quite easily. Its a sad little detail that comes up daily.  My mom used to say, “If Sandi pulls out of the driveway backwards, she’ll be lost!”…..wise woman, she is…

Once I arrived at DFW, I learned that I had to transfer to a different terminal, via a freaking train.  Please.  And knowing how directionally challenged I am, AND the fact that I only had 30 minutes to screw up,  certainly did not help.

My sister was waiting for me at the gate (who, by the way, fell in October and broke her pelvic bone in 3 places, and her wrist in about a zillion places) and she is standing with 2 bags as I hurry, in skirt and heels,  to get to her.

“Where are  your bags?”, she asked. I panicked and stood frozen for a moment, “Oh, I checked them” I said, innocently.

If only you could have seen the look on her face…………It seems that I hadtold her, “Let’s carry on our bags”, when I obviously meant, “Let’s check our bags.”  So here she is with two bags and I am with none….and quite comfortable, I might add.  Did I mention her cast on her arm?

Next we find out that I don’t have a seat assignment on the plane, however Cheri has seat one.  In the front.  Best seat in the house.  I take our tickets up to the angry woman behind the desk and she assigns us two seats together…..in the last row…..where the seats don’t recline…..and where your elbow touches the bathroom behind you.  (hmm….there’s that look  again)

I informed her that she should be happy that we are sitting together since she loves me so and we haven’t seen each other in about a year.  Again the look.

Anywho…..we got to the airport in Arkansas around 10:30, grabbed  an overpriced rental car and rushed over to the hospital.  Dad was finally in a room and tests were being run, temperature taken, charts were flying………(actually he was resting, but that sounded better).

Bottom line?  Tick bites!  Can you believe it?  So, short story really long, he stayed in the hospital for five days, we flew him back to Houston and after making sure everyone was well, I am back home in AZ.  (I don’t want to go into too much detail about his stay in the hospital and I know he doesn’t want me talking about him, but I love him soooo much and am grateful to all my friends for all the prayers!)

Mercy!  No, really…Mercy Hospital.  Right across from a mall.  It was delightful!!!  (the mall, not so much the hospital)

But here’s the funny scary part.  Once we were at the airport to fly home, my sister found a tick on her stomach!!!  Yikes!!!  They are everywhere!!!  So after a good thirty minutes of screaming, high voices and my laughter  concern, she has been feeling okay.

So, it’s been a full week of no blog time and lots of hospital time.  I’m happy to say that my dad is feeling better and I am home in my own bed…….

warm and toasty….

Good news!  I realize I upset many of you with the knowledge that we didn’t have any heat yesterday.  Well, cry no more, the Gas Man cometh….cameth….anywho… he gave us gas.

Oh the excitement!  I never thought I’d be so happy to have gas…………..?……..

And the afternoon was so beautiful, once the sun came out!

We had a great time at dinner with our neighbors at Dad’s Steakhouse…steak always tastes better with friends!  Now for a little rest….tomorrow is a new day!

aahhh…

Oh, it feels SOOO good to be back at the ranch!!  Cloudy and rainy…

Porch….check!  (only one little pot broken…GLUE-ABLE!)

Garage….check!  (but, yes, there is some grass torn up….FIXABLE)

Cute little red barn….check!  (haven’t been inside yet….it’s RAINING, people!)

Inside….check!  (could definitely use Pledge and a vaccuum….EASY PEASEY!)

BUT … Jimmy’s checklist?  Only includes one thing…and THAT is working!  TV!!

No heat today….but there is hot water, electric blankets and a huge fire.  I think we’ll survive.  At least until tomorrow!  (more pics coming!)