LIVE YOUR LIFE IN SUCH A WAY
THAT WHEN YOUR FEET HIT THE FLOOR
IN THE MORNING, SATAN SHUDDERS AND SAYS..
"OH S***... SHE'S AWAKE!!!"
I read that and thought of what my Baby says "sometimes I wake up Grumpy, and sometimes I let her sleep." While he is shuddering. LOL!! No he does say that but he is just being silly. ;)
This week has been terrible. Last Saturday, I got really stressed out at work and messed up the computers where the pumps were locked up. I had to call my boss, who was hurting. She had some problems with her colon. So I was supposed to be off on Sunday and Monday, but a lady at work hurt her back at home and couldn't close on Sunday and Monday. So I had to close Monday. Then on Monday our pipes froze up here at home. So I was stressed about that as well. My Baby had to unfreeze them. He called 4 people to fix it and none of them would come. So he got it all fixed on Tuesday. So wednesday, I got up and couldn't talk. My boss had surgery to remove colon cancer that was benign. She made it through with only one complication. They had to also remove her spleen. The longer the day went on the worse I felt. By the end of the day, I was ready to lay down and just sleep. I got a lady at work to work my hours on Thursday. I thought that Friday I would be able to work. But when I got up on Friday there was no way that there would be any way that I could work. I think that either I have pneumonia or bronchitis. I don't know which, but I know that it is in my chest and it was hurting. Right now I can at least cough and get it out. I sound terrible, but it hopefully is getting better. I haven't figured it out yet, but when I get stressed out, I get really sick. Last time I got all the head congestion. This time I got it in my chest. So now I need to get me and my Baby from stressing. He is going to have a heart attack if he doesn't calm down. His heart rate on a good day is 117 beats. That is when he just relaxing. Not stressing or panicking. I don't know what we are going to do.
That is what is going on here for now. We are going to lay down and relax. I am off today and tomorrow. I just got the laundry done (as much as I was going to do, anyway). And then I may take a nap. Take care everyone and we will talk to you later.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Sunday, December 14, 2008
A BEATIFUL MOVIE!!
I had never seen this movie. And if it were not for my Baby I would have missed it, like I had for so many years before. It was wonderful. It reminds me of my Baby so much. He wanted so bad to leave this little Hicktown. Right now I am so glad that he didn't because I probably never would have met him and had the most wonderful 3 years and 4 Christmas' together. I love you, baby!!
Friday, December 12, 2008
Family Album
Here are some pictures of the kids. The little one is of Trey and my niece, Wynette. Sorry that it doesn't get any bigger. The other one is of Michael, Elizabeth (who is holding Little Gabriel), the little blonde girl with the pink shirt on is Bill's niece Kelsey. Her birthday is the 10th of September and Bills' birthday is the 9th. They get along so great. The bottom 2 are of Bobby. He is such a ham. Talk about being vane. But he is our kid. They all are. Michael is taller than his father. And Elizabeth and him are so SKINNY. Elizabeth wears a size zero, and has had 2 kids. DRIVES ME CRAZY!! But gotta love her. She is so beautiful. They all are.
I really like it that they get along pretty good together. They are pretty close to the same age. Trey is only 8 so there is quite a lot of difference in age from him to Michael, who is 15. Then Bobby who is 17, and Elizabeth who is 22. So they aren't too bad in age. And then if you put Allen and Sarah in there. Allen would have been 18 and Sarah would have been 13. It is very scary that they all fit in there really well.
Anyway, thought that I would share pictures of the kids. They are so much fun. Bill's nephew, Nathan, called. Bill raised him until he was 11, almost 12. He had some really great news. He met his new minister today, and he is going to help him get on his feet along with his girlfriend and 2 children. It was some really great news. He has had a hard time of it lately, and it meant so much to Bill to hear that the minister came clear up here from Kansas City to meet him and help him like this. That is what the minister's are to do, but most of them won't even go to the hospitals to meet and pray, much less go to jail to meet someone who will be going to church with his girlfriend. Which that in most eyes, would be sacreligous in itself, just living together and having two children. Most would look at that as blasphemy. You know, kind of like My Baby and I living in sin. No matter what our feelings are toward each other or what is in our hearts. In OUR hearts, we are already married. I would never cheat on him, nor him on me. And we will be married when we get the money up. Now wouldn't that be better than most marriages that you know of?
Sorry that I got off on my soapbox. I do that alot, don't I? We are going to go to bed and hold each other real tight. So goodnight all. Talk to you tomorrow. I just have one more day to work and then have 2 days off. My schedule won't be changing any with Patsy being gone (so far). So take care and see you tomorrow. Goodnight.
Roxi
To put you in the mood for Christmas.... This is not me, by the way
In September 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies and just 75 cents in my pocket. Their father was gone. The boys ranged from three months to seven years; their sister was two. Their Dad had never been much more than a presence they feared. Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel drive-way they would scramble to hide under their beds. He did manage to leave $15 a week to buy groceries. Now that he had decided to leave, there would be no more beatings, but no food either.
If there was a welfare system in effect in southern Indiana, at that time, I certainly knew nothing about it. I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand new and then put on my best homemade dress, loaded them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and drove off to find a job. The seven of us went to every factory, store and restauran in our small town. No luck. The kids stayed crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while I tried to convince who ever would listen that I was willing to learn or do anything. I had to have a job. Still no luck. The last place we went to, just a few miles out of town, was an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in that had been converted to a truck stop. It was called the Big Wheel. An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out of the window from time to time at all those kids. She needed someone on the graveyard shift, 11 at night until seven in the morning. She paid 65 cents an hour, and I could start that night. I raced home and called the teenager down the street that baby-sat for people. I bargained with her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a night. She could arrive with her pajamas on and the kids would already be asleep. This seemed like a good arrangement to her, so we made a deal. That night when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers, we all thanked God for finding Mommy a job. And so I started at the Big Wheel. When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and sent her home with one dollar of my tip money-- fully half of what I averaged every night. As the weeks went by, heating bills added a strain to my meager wage. The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons and began to leak. I had to fill them with air on the way to work and again every morning before I could go home. One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home and found four tires in the back seat. New tires! There was no note, no nothing, just those beautiful brand new tires. Had angels taken up residence in Indiana ? I wondered. I made a deal with the local service station. In exchange for his mounting the new tires, I would clean up his office. I remember it took me a lot longer to scrub his floor than it did for him to do the tires. I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't enough. Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money for toys for the kids. I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting some old toys. Then I hid them in the basement so there would be something for Santa to deliver on Christmas morning. Clothes were a worry too. I was sewing patches on top of patches on the boys pants and soon they would be too far gone to repair.
On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big Wheel. There were the truckers, Les, Frank, and Jim, and a state trooper named Joe. A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion and were dropping nickels in the pinball machine. The regulars all just sat around and talked through the wee hours of the morning and then left to get home before the sun came up. When it was time for amazement, my old battered Chevy was filled full to the top with boxes of all shapes and sizes. I quickly opened the driver's side door, crawled inside and kneeled in the front facing the back seat. Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box. Inside was whole case of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10! I looked inside another box: It was full of shirts to go with the jeans. Then I peeked inside some of the other boxes. There was candy and nuts and bananas and bags of groceries. There was an enormous ham for baking, and canned vegetables and potatoes. There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and flour. There was WHOLE bag of laundry supplies and cleaning items. And there were five toy trucks and one beautiful little doll. As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose on the most amazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude. And I will never forget the joy on the faces of my little ones that precious morning.
I thought that I would put this on my blog. I thought that it fit witht the Christmas. I am sorry that I haven't wrote lately but work is extra crazy lately. My boss, Patsy, she is my manager just found out the other day that she has to have surgery for colon cancer. So we are really trying to pull together. Most of the people who work there just think of themselves. The assistant manager is REALLY a huge witch. Patsy found out on Wednesday that and all the assistant manager was worried about was that she wasn't going to be able to get her vacation so she could get drunk to celebrate her birthday. And all I could think about is how many birthdays was Patsy going to be able to have. She just celebrated her 60th not too long ago. So she isn't really that old. And the part that really bothers me is that the assistant and the manager have known each other for a really long time. Patsy's daughter and Sonja (the assistant) were best friends when they were growing up. So it is not that they don't know each other. I gotta get off of here and go to work. Have a good day and don't work too hard. Take care of each other. I will try and blog later.
In September 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies and just 75 cents in my pocket. Their father was gone. The boys ranged from three months to seven years; their sister was two. Their Dad had never been much more than a presence they feared. Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel drive-way they would scramble to hide under their beds. He did manage to leave $15 a week to buy groceries. Now that he had decided to leave, there would be no more beatings, but no food either.
If there was a welfare system in effect in southern Indiana, at that time, I certainly knew nothing about it. I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand new and then put on my best homemade dress, loaded them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and drove off to find a job. The seven of us went to every factory, store and restauran in our small town. No luck. The kids stayed crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while I tried to convince who ever would listen that I was willing to learn or do anything. I had to have a job. Still no luck. The last place we went to, just a few miles out of town, was an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in that had been converted to a truck stop. It was called the Big Wheel. An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out of the window from time to time at all those kids. She needed someone on the graveyard shift, 11 at night until seven in the morning. She paid 65 cents an hour, and I could start that night. I raced home and called the teenager down the street that baby-sat for people. I bargained with her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a night. She could arrive with her pajamas on and the kids would already be asleep. This seemed like a good arrangement to her, so we made a deal. That night when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers, we all thanked God for finding Mommy a job. And so I started at the Big Wheel. When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and sent her home with one dollar of my tip money-- fully half of what I averaged every night. As the weeks went by, heating bills added a strain to my meager wage. The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons and began to leak. I had to fill them with air on the way to work and again every morning before I could go home. One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home and found four tires in the back seat. New tires! There was no note, no nothing, just those beautiful brand new tires. Had angels taken up residence in Indiana ? I wondered. I made a deal with the local service station. In exchange for his mounting the new tires, I would clean up his office. I remember it took me a lot longer to scrub his floor than it did for him to do the tires. I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't enough. Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money for toys for the kids. I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting some old toys. Then I hid them in the basement so there would be something for Santa to deliver on Christmas morning. Clothes were a worry too. I was sewing patches on top of patches on the boys pants and soon they would be too far gone to repair.
On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big Wheel. There were the truckers, Les, Frank, and Jim, and a state trooper named Joe. A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion and were dropping nickels in the pinball machine. The regulars all just sat around and talked through the wee hours of the morning and then left to get home before the sun came up. When it was time for amazement, my old battered Chevy was filled full to the top with boxes of all shapes and sizes. I quickly opened the driver's side door, crawled inside and kneeled in the front facing the back seat. Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box. Inside was whole case of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10! I looked inside another box: It was full of shirts to go with the jeans. Then I peeked inside some of the other boxes. There was candy and nuts and bananas and bags of groceries. There was an enormous ham for baking, and canned vegetables and potatoes. There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and flour. There was WHOLE bag of laundry supplies and cleaning items. And there were five toy trucks and one beautiful little doll. As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose on the most amazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude. And I will never forget the joy on the faces of my little ones that precious morning.
I thought that I would put this on my blog. I thought that it fit witht the Christmas. I am sorry that I haven't wrote lately but work is extra crazy lately. My boss, Patsy, she is my manager just found out the other day that she has to have surgery for colon cancer. So we are really trying to pull together. Most of the people who work there just think of themselves. The assistant manager is REALLY a huge witch. Patsy found out on Wednesday that and all the assistant manager was worried about was that she wasn't going to be able to get her vacation so she could get drunk to celebrate her birthday. And all I could think about is how many birthdays was Patsy going to be able to have. She just celebrated her 60th not too long ago. So she isn't really that old. And the part that really bothers me is that the assistant and the manager have known each other for a really long time. Patsy's daughter and Sonja (the assistant) were best friends when they were growing up. So it is not that they don't know each other. I gotta get off of here and go to work. Have a good day and don't work too hard. Take care of each other. I will try and blog later.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
I WAS VERY LAZY TODAY...
I hate to admit that. I get pretty tired a week or so before "Aunt Flo" shows up. I don't know if that is because of my thyroid or what it is. But I get very tired and about the day before I am a HUGE WITCH with a capital B. I know that I can't help it, but it is not right to my Baby. Today he made me a bath and while I took a bath, he did the laundry. Thank You Baby!!! After that we went to Tarkio and got some stuff from the grocery store. We got home and Grandma called and Bill's Aunt Bonnie ended up buying threee of his cross necklaces. It was very exciting. I made supper when we got home from that and am also making some friendship bread. I really like that stuff, My Baby does too.
I have to remember to call my mom and tell her that our youngest son, Trey, has his Christmas program on Wednesday night. We haven't seen him for quite awhile, or Bobby for that matter. Maybe we will see them on Wednesday night. I don't know what is going on with them. But anyway, we will go and enjoy.
Tomorrow night we are having chili and I am going to try to make some Monkey Bread. I lookes on Google and got the recipe. I can't wait. I am going to see if I can make it and if I can, I am going to make some for Christmas Eve to take over to Elizabeth and Kaleys'. I really like Cinnamon Rolls with my Chili. The school up here got me started on that, so I am going to try Monkey Bread. It is about the same thing. We were going to have it tonight, but since I wasn't feeling good, we had spaghetti. That is My Baby's favorite, he didn't mind at all. His favorite meals are spaghetti and ghoulash. He also likes fried chicken and Italian Chicken, but his all-time favorites are spaghetti and ghoulash. So I am very excited.
I am going to get off of here and finish watching Hee Haw. I love that show. So have a goodnight and hold your Baby real tight.
Roxi
I have to remember to call my mom and tell her that our youngest son, Trey, has his Christmas program on Wednesday night. We haven't seen him for quite awhile, or Bobby for that matter. Maybe we will see them on Wednesday night. I don't know what is going on with them. But anyway, we will go and enjoy.
Tomorrow night we are having chili and I am going to try to make some Monkey Bread. I lookes on Google and got the recipe. I can't wait. I am going to see if I can make it and if I can, I am going to make some for Christmas Eve to take over to Elizabeth and Kaleys'. I really like Cinnamon Rolls with my Chili. The school up here got me started on that, so I am going to try Monkey Bread. It is about the same thing. We were going to have it tonight, but since I wasn't feeling good, we had spaghetti. That is My Baby's favorite, he didn't mind at all. His favorite meals are spaghetti and ghoulash. He also likes fried chicken and Italian Chicken, but his all-time favorites are spaghetti and ghoulash. So I am very excited.
I am going to get off of here and finish watching Hee Haw. I love that show. So have a goodnight and hold your Baby real tight.
Roxi
Friday, December 5, 2008
Thank You Baby!!
Last night on Public Television they had Victor Borge on. It was simply marvelous. He was such a great comedian and a pianist. So I just had to look on You Tube for one of his skits for you all to see. This skit is with Dean Martin (I am sure that you don't need an introduction). I laughed so hard on this. I hope you enjoy it also. After it plays there is another skit with Marilyn Mulvey Part 1 and Part 2, and also watch the Dance of the Comedians. Those are just as good, but with Dean Martin it had something extra special. I have always liked Dean Martin. So first thing first- enjoy!! Secondly and most importantly- Thank you, Baby, because without you I would never have been introduced. I love you with all of my heart.
I also must thank my Baby for giving me my Christmas Gift early. He got me a really long, really warm housecoat from Wal-Mart. We also got to eat out at McDonalds. It was so great, I really enjoyed myself tremendously. And then I found these videos. It has truly been a great day. Thank you, honey. ;) I am going to get off of here tonight and go to bed. So goodnight all and hold your Baby real tight.
Enjoy, Roxi
I also must thank my Baby for giving me my Christmas Gift early. He got me a really long, really warm housecoat from Wal-Mart. We also got to eat out at McDonalds. It was so great, I really enjoyed myself tremendously. And then I found these videos. It has truly been a great day. Thank you, honey. ;) I am going to get off of here tonight and go to bed. So goodnight all and hold your Baby real tight.
Enjoy, Roxi
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
My Baby's Sweety!!
My Baby thought that he would be so cute and take a picture of me. I was sitting on the front steps of our trailer. That is the cat that Elizabeth and I took from a house on the other side of town. Bobby and Elizabeth took a drive when we had a truck and found this house with a whole lot of cats. Bobby was chicken to grab one so Elizabeth and I was going out to see her boyfriend and Bill so we got sidetracked and went to the house and knocked on the door. No one answered so we just took the cat. It really is a really pretty cat (it is a tiger striped short hair) and on the tip of the tail it has one small white spot. So whenever he asks who brought the cat home I tell him that Bobby and Elizabeth did. ;p I love you, Baby!!There isn't that much to talk about tonight. I put that song on here, because I really like it and I was actually just playing around. My blog wouldn't put it on here before. But my Baby fixed it for me. Thank you, baby. So I am going to get off of here and get the dishes done. Goodnight all. Hold you Baby real tight and you will have a great night.
Roxi
Monday, December 1, 2008
My Mind Works Weird!!
First off, Happy December 1st!! Where has the year gone? Oh, I know, at work and worrying about that JOB and those FREAKS that come in there. So tonight I went and took a bath and read my new book that I got at the Library last week. It is Stephen King and oh SO GOOD. It is called "JUST AFTER SUNSET." One of the stories in it is called "STATIONARY BIKE." It reminded me (in a round-about way) about my Baby and everyone that has been in it his ENTIRE LIFE. At the end of the story it said "he got the hat to fitting just right . It would look better still when he got out of his going-to-lunch clothes and into a pair of paint-splatteres jeans. He'd look like a real working stiff...which he was, in spite of what some people might think." You see he (the guy in the book) paints pictures for advertising agencies and also murals. He got paid real well, but in New York not good enough. But in Small Town, Missouri, it would be really good. My Baby paints woodcrafts and makes really good money for us. Not near good enough for New York, but just great for Small Town.
My Baby had his own mowing business, wood cutting business, paper delivery, and cleaning the Bank, Post Offices, and churches in Tarkio and Fairfax. Made REAL GOOD money. Before he did the mowing and having 7 part-time jobs most that he had ever made was $13,000 a year for being Manager at a local truck stop. Got fired, because he wouldn't move his family (which consisted of his nephew and his newborn daughter, and his wife) so they gave him a severance check and told him in no uncertain terms to "not let the door hitcha where the Good Lord splitcha." So my Baby (not at that time or it would have been A WHOLE LOT DIFFERENT) started with his 7 part-time jobs so he didn't have to "punch the timeclock." He started mowing WITH A PUSH MOWER 30 yards. One of those yards was a senior housing yard. So then he got a rider and some help from his cousin and he added 16 more yards. He got paid really well and got paid REAL MONEY, no matter what anyone said. His wife at that time, would sit there and tell him to "GET A REAL JOB and start making some real money", and everyone else in his life. Anyway, off of my soap-box. Now, what I am trying to say is, when the crosses and his woodcrafts start making us REAL MONEY (which we don't need much because I don't like to shop and I AM NOT GOING TO GO TO WORK FOR THAT PLACE OR ANY OTHER PLACE!!) I am going to quit and help my Baby make his money. If we decide to go fishing we can take our cross equipment with us and sit on the bank of the lake and make our crosses. I am NOT going to EVER tell him what he does is not real work, because for one thing- it makes REAL money that pays our REAL bills and puts REAL food in our mouths and puts REAL clothes on our backs. So whatever some people may think he IS a WORKING STIFF. Sorry, I guess I didn't get off of my soap box.
He got to thinking about his past when he got a phone call from his nephew and thinking that if he hadn't had her and others telling him to get a real job, things wouldn't have been the way they are.
I am done for tonight. Sorry, again. Have a goodnight. I know that we are going to, I have a surprise for my Baby. I know that he will like it. So have a great night and forget about the past and think of our future. It will only get better, Baby. I love you and always will. I love our life together and can't wait for many MANY more years together. Goodnight.
Roxi
My Baby had his own mowing business, wood cutting business, paper delivery, and cleaning the Bank, Post Offices, and churches in Tarkio and Fairfax. Made REAL GOOD money. Before he did the mowing and having 7 part-time jobs most that he had ever made was $13,000 a year for being Manager at a local truck stop. Got fired, because he wouldn't move his family (which consisted of his nephew and his newborn daughter, and his wife) so they gave him a severance check and told him in no uncertain terms to "not let the door hitcha where the Good Lord splitcha." So my Baby (not at that time or it would have been A WHOLE LOT DIFFERENT) started with his 7 part-time jobs so he didn't have to "punch the timeclock." He started mowing WITH A PUSH MOWER 30 yards. One of those yards was a senior housing yard. So then he got a rider and some help from his cousin and he added 16 more yards. He got paid really well and got paid REAL MONEY, no matter what anyone said. His wife at that time, would sit there and tell him to "GET A REAL JOB and start making some real money", and everyone else in his life. Anyway, off of my soap-box. Now, what I am trying to say is, when the crosses and his woodcrafts start making us REAL MONEY (which we don't need much because I don't like to shop and I AM NOT GOING TO GO TO WORK FOR THAT PLACE OR ANY OTHER PLACE!!) I am going to quit and help my Baby make his money. If we decide to go fishing we can take our cross equipment with us and sit on the bank of the lake and make our crosses. I am NOT going to EVER tell him what he does is not real work, because for one thing- it makes REAL money that pays our REAL bills and puts REAL food in our mouths and puts REAL clothes on our backs. So whatever some people may think he IS a WORKING STIFF. Sorry, I guess I didn't get off of my soap box.
He got to thinking about his past when he got a phone call from his nephew and thinking that if he hadn't had her and others telling him to get a real job, things wouldn't have been the way they are.
I am done for tonight. Sorry, again. Have a goodnight. I know that we are going to, I have a surprise for my Baby. I know that he will like it. So have a great night and forget about the past and think of our future. It will only get better, Baby. I love you and always will. I love our life together and can't wait for many MANY more years together. Goodnight.
Roxi
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