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Another Change!

11 Feb

WOW – “There is nothing permanent except change.”  Heraclitus

Dear Sweetie –

You’ve probably noticed that, once again, I’ve changed the name of my blog.  What is with you, Grandma!  Perhaps it’s too much coffee.  Or perhaps my life is changing at record speed and I need a way to talk about it.

As many of my loyal followers know (total zero) I began this column as a cooking column in an attempt to encourage healthy eating.  One of my friends read it while consuming large bowls of M&M’s.  Come on you guys!  You all know what healthy eating looks like and you’re all strong enough to put on your big boy/girl pants, depending on your fashion preference, and do what’s right.

Then I morphed this column into babble.  Blah Blah Blah.  That got tiring even to me.  All the while, however, I’ve been writing delightful and amusing letters (my bias) to friends and grandkids.  I loved doing it and they loved getting them, which they assured me of at Christmas  as they lined up to get their holiday card with twenty bucks in it.  It was also a way to stay connected, spew facts about my insignificant life, pseudo journal, and give the kids enough ammunition for a future sanity hearing.  Oh what fun!

And so I’m morphing this blog into a “Dear Sweetie” letter format.  As you can see, the quote at the top of the blog is preceded by WOW, which stands for Words of Wisdom.  Obviously, these are not my words but some quote that has meaning in light of the words that follow, or not.

For those of you who are slow readers rest assured that I’m typing this slowly to accommodate you.  Please feel free to comment, share this with your friends (both of them), and examine your own exciting life.  For you know what they say about the unexamined life.  We’ll get into that later.

Loveya – The Grandma

 

 

I Believe

29 Dec

“You want to know what you believe about life, look around you.  See what you’ve attracted.  What’s in your life is what you believe.”

I’m not sure where I got the above quote but it’s in a notebook of quotes and general thoughts that I keep.  I’ve been wrestling with this whole idea of my beliefs.  “We live into our beliefs” is another quote that I keep throwing around.

But then I take a good look at my life and begin to question whether I really believe in exercise, in reading good books, in filling my life with people who would be a positive influence.

Another quote that comes to mind right now is, “Heaven is steering and hell is drifting.”  Trying to steer my life but not sure which direction or what I should hold as important.  What should I steer toward in order to live in a state of Heaven?

Enough deep thoughts for today.  I finished my to-do list (my way of steering) except for putting some time in on my art projects.  Will do.

Loveya – The Grandma

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Cooking for the Kids – Horror

7 Oct

“Just because you’re not sick, doesn’t mean you’re healthy.”

I stopped at one of my favorite restaurants the other day to pick up an order of BBQ Chicken Wings.  Yahoo!  I love chicken wings.

While I waited I had the pleasure of watching a cooking show where a mom, God bless her, who was homeschooling her kids, was also taking time to make them home cooked meals.

The show began with her making a large batch of mini-blueberry muffins the night before to make breakfast easier.  Good planning, mom!  Unfortunately, the mini muffins were the only item on the breakfast menu.  A big handful of sugary sweet muffins along with a glass of milk.  Not a great nutritional start to the day.

But then after a few lessons where the kids showed off their abilities to memorize dates in history, mom sent them outside to do science experiments while she prepared a snack for the little scholars.

So mom took graham crackers and spread half with peanut butter and half with hazelnut chocolate spread.  I was getting nervous.  Next she roasted some marshmallows right on her stovetop and inserted the melty marshmallows between two of the crackers.  Not a quitter, mom then dipped the sandwiches in melted chocolate, either milk chocolate or white chocolate.  I really didn’t think this snack could get any worse, but it did.

Setting her snack creations out to dry mom sprinkled some with crushed pretzels and some with rainbow sprinkles.  Can you say sugar rush.

Really?  This is a cooking show to instructs people on how to feed their kids?  And we wonder about ADD.  Really?  Nothing more to say, except – 

Loveya – The Grandma

 

Success

27 Aug

“Marie ‘ s brother, Don, passed away yesterday morning from a seizure following successful double bypass surgery.”  Quote from actual email I received.

How de we define success?  In the case of Don, I guess it’s having double bypass surgery where all the pieces fall into place as expected.  Living through it?

For me, at this point in my life, success would be downsizing into a smaller house with lots of windows and a countryfied yard, being healthy and energetic, and having plenty of time for a few good friends and creative activities.  Maybe a man with an ardent desire to have lovely conversations and do the dishes at night.  Is that asking for too much?

Did I mention great food that I don’t have to cook?  Let me give a little thought to the cats (two) in my life.  IMG_0647Maybe after he does the dishes he could tend to the litter boxes.  And how about evenings sitting on a pier with a cup of hot chocolate piled with whipped cream.

One of the things that motivational speakers (rah, rah, rah) find is that when people visualize their dream life/day there’s usually about half the things on the list that they could actually have in their lives immediately without too much effort.  

Another thing I’m learning is that what a person thinks about usually shows up in their life.  Lately I’ve been thinking (obsessing) about purchasing a mustard-gold scarf to go with some of the tops I own.  Got to find this scarf!  While shopping for the aforementioned item, I found it.  However, it’s 54″ by 216″ and meant to drape a window.  Note to self: when conversing with the universe, be specific.

Loveya – The Grandma

 

 

And Then There Are The Parents

17 Jun

“Every life has value.”

Last night I was together with a group of my lady friends.  I shared with them the story of my granddaughter’s recent wedding.  My granddaughter is loving and committed to her goals of being a dynamic partner to her new husband and a professional childcare worker.  I showed my friends a picture of the bride and groom with her siblings – all ten of them.

You see, after my son and his wife had three children of their own they started to take in foster kids with special needs.  Some physical, some mental, and some emotional.  They ended up adopting 8, to bring the number up to 11.  There is another young lady who just arrived.  Soon there might be 12.  

 My lady friends know a lot about my son and his life and my grandkids.  And yet, for some reason, the conversation veered off onto the subject of kids with special needs.  There was not much kindness in their observations.

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My beautiful daughter-in-law and one of their special daughters

They started decrying the fact that those kinds of kids are being mainstreamed into our school system and are gumming up the works.  And what are they learning!  One of the women stated that the system might be better off with these kids out of there but then they’d have to be home with their parents.  “And the parents!” she said, rolling her eyes to indicate what she was certain that the whole world understands about the parents.

“You can’t control these kids and you’re not allowed to touch them if they get out of control,” someone said.  “Same with normal kids,” I said.  “Some of them get out of control.”  A few grunts of agreement.

I guess I’ll just have to write off their attitudes to the fact that they were drinking.  Experts seems to bloom with enough alcohol.  And soon enough they were on the topic of a lady in our town that they all disliked, a lot.  Maybe I should re-think my group of friends.

Loveya – The Grandma

 

 

He Was Black

25 May

“Naivety is the sister of innocence and the cousin of stupidity.”  Pierre Decourcelle

On Memorial Day I was with a group of people who were sharing gratitude for service women and men when someone shared that he had been in Vietnam for a year and understood why soldiers were told not to make close friends while in combat.  “I had this close friend, he was black, a really nice guy, who got killed…”  Didn’t hear the rest of his share as I was busy wondering why he felt it necessary to tell us that the man was black and a really nice guy,

I was tempted to jump in and share, “I have this really good friend who lives in Milwaukee.  She’s white, but a really nice woman…”  But then I didn’t know exactly what I could share about her that would fit into the Memorial Day conversation.  And anyway, I didn’t feel in the mood to play Poke the Bear.

Our book club recently read “The Cellist of Sarajevo” in which the author, Steven Galloway, wanted people to consider how we react to others.  “As individuals,” Galloway said, “we’re very careful about whom we choose to love.  We don’t typically let governments and huge corporations tell us who to love and when they try to, we become very suspicious.  We are not as parsimonious about hatred,” he said.

In other words, we allow government and other groups tell us who we’re supposed to hate.  This is an easy way to get people to participate in wars.  And this hate is generally dished up to us as groups that we should hate, such as blacks or Muslims or Iraqis.  And they are dished up to us in groups because when we get to know people as individuals we are more likely to see our similarities rather than our differences.  I find it harder to dislike people who are like me. 

I highly recommend “The Cellist of Sarajeevo”.  I also recommend inserting the color of anyone you speak of into conversations.  This might make people uncomfortable.  They might also wonder if you’re going off the deep end.  They also might start to become uncomfortable when someone feels compelled to tell them, “He was black.”

Loveya – The Grandma

New Best “Friend”

18 Apr

“Real friends get treated like family.”

Yesterday I got an invitation to become “friends” with Uncle Kevin.  And even though this gentleman isn’t actually my uncle, Uncle Kevin is the only name I’ve ever known him by .  He’s actually the uncle of my son’s daughters because he’s the brother of my son’s ex-wife.

And even though I never remember actually meeting Uncle Kevin I feel as if I know him.  It’s always Uncle Kevin this and Uncle Kevin that.  He seemed to be an important part of his niece’s lives.  Uncle Kevin could always be counted on.

And even though my son’s divorce was less than amicable, perhaps I shouldn’t hold this against Uncle Kevin.  And because of Uncle Kevin’s unusual circumstances, his Facebook posts will probably be more interesting than the posts I’m used to reading.  You see, Uncle Kevin died about a year ago.  But I guess beggars can’t be choosers.  And I guess a person needs all the friends they can get.  Thanks for wanting to friend me, Uncle Kevin!

Loveya – The Grandma