Happy Birthday Shannon!

I believe....that DEEP down inside.....every mother wants a mini-me. I was no exception. In fact, I just knew I HAD to have a daughter. And I would name her Shannon, after my very best friend in 4th grade. Her name was Shannon White. She was only here for a year, but we were buddies, and I loved her. Fast forward 15 years or so, and I am pregnant with what will be my third & final baby. Oh how I prayed for a little girl. I even 'bartered' with God, if you can believe that! Of course, I didn't know Him then, and in my 'ignorance' I thought that if I made a deal with Him, He'd give me my little girl. I needn't have worried. He gave me my daughter because she was predestined to be. And every day I am SO thankful for her.

Shannon was 6 weeks early. I entered the hospital on Christmas Eve morning, in preterm labor. She was born 3 1/2 days later, after an entirely PAIN FREE labor. No epidural, no nothing except the medication that tried to stop labor. People can't believe that I had a pain free labor, especially a labor that lasted 3 1/2 days. It's true. She was born at 4:34pm, a healthy 5lbs 9oz, 17in long. A beautiful little girl with a head of light brown hair.

She was a good baby with a, shall we say, strong will...LOL...a strong will that has carried her through some difficult times in her life.

She was an excellent student, loved by her classmates and teacher alike. And then, in 2000, the inevitable happened. She left home to go to Bible College. My heart was broken. For 6 weeks, every time I'd go into her room for something, I'd break down & cry. My baby was no longer a baby, nor was she living at home anymore. We were empty nesters. We adjusted.

In 2004 She called me. 'Mom, I'm coming home'. That was like music to my ears! We made plans and rented a U-haul to go up to Orange County and bring our girl home, well, back to Ramona. In the years that she was gone, she grew even more independent than she was when she left home. For the first year or 2 after she came home, it was a real struggle for her. She worked 2 jobs just to try to stay afloat. But not once did I ever hear the words "I can't do this any more" spoken from her. It was quite the opposite. Her faith remained strong, and God blessed her 3 years ago with a job that she loves, helping people.

Shannon, I admire and respect you SO much. I have watched you blossom from a tiny little girl into the strong, independent woman that you are today. Your faith inspires me. Your determination assures me that you'll be okay. You're not 'needy', and that in itself is an answered prayer. You have such a caring and giving heart, and when you love, you love with your entire being. People who have you in their lives are blessed indeed. I am SO very proud that you are my daughter.

Happy Birthday Honey. I love you so much. May your day be as wonderful as you.

Love Mom

Happy Birthday Jessica!

She's 29 again ;)

Jessica-our very special birthday 'girl'. Such a vital part of our family. From Day One she just fit right in.

Jessica is beautiful. She's smart. She's funny. And she's there when we need her. To be honest with you, I wasn't sure that Jimmy was going to find someone perfect for him. I'm glad I was wrong! Jess once told me, 'I'm not perfect, and Jimmy's not perfect, but somehow we fit perfectly together.' And they do.

It's been a rough 18 months or so for her. Between planning their wedding, then Jimmy & her both being injured and both having to have surgery, then finding out that the house they were renting was being sold right out from under them, not to mention the drama that daily life can bring, Jess has managed to take everything in stride and keep her attitude right. I admire her strength in the face of adversity. I'm SO not that way.

She's a wonderful cook, and has actually gotten her husband to eat some things that he wouldn't touch before he met her. She's the best step mom ever to Alissa & Justen. She truly loves them and cares for them, and it shows.

She's a wonderful daughter-in-law. I've told you before how blessed I am that she & Katie are members of our family. I still stand by that statement, and I know that'll be the case for decades to come.

This week she and Jimmy are heading off to Vegas baby! A long-awaited and VERY deserved few days away. A belated mini honeymoon, and much-needed R & R. I hope you guys have a blast! Don't worry about your 'boys'. Grandma will take good care of the grand dogs :)

I love you Jess....Happy Birthday Honey....

Mom

Bates, Baking, and Birthday

All I can say is that all of us had a WONDERFUL time yesterday! The weather was perfect. This year Jared joined us for the 1st time, and Peyton had her very 1st pony ride, assisted by her cousin Alissa. Then it was back to Brian & Katie's for a fun-filled afternoon of baking, pumpkin carving, laughter, and LOTS of eating. Ahhh...does life get any better? We ended the day by celebrating Jim/Dad/Grandpa's birthday (a little early).

So many times I've asked the Lord what I've done to deserve such a wonderful family. I think I'll quit asking, and just continue to bask in His blessing, that is otherwise known as my family.

I am blessed beyond measure.

Thank You, Lord.

Happy Anniversary Jimmy & Jessica!

I can't believe it. First off that it's been over 3 months since I last blogged.

Secondly, that Jimmy & Jess' 1st wedding anniversary is here already! Tomorrow is actually 'the day' but while things are fresh in my mind, I blog.

I am learning, that as a parent, I never stop learning. Make sense? It should! Every chapter of your child's life brings a new learning experience. There also comes a time when each child grows up, and you, as a parent, must 'let go'. That's been hard for me, because I always felt that as their mom, I knew what was best for them! But I continue to learn that you hold your adult children in the palm of your OPEN hand. You let them make their own decisions, their own mistakes, and their own life. You are ALWAYS there, whether to encourage, advise, or pick up the pieces of a broken heart. That's what parents of adult children do.

About 3 years ago Jimmy came to us & told us he'd found 'someone special'. I thought he was either crazy, or on the rebound from the long term relationship he'd just come out of. 'Back off mom' I told myself, 'and see where it goes'. So I did. A few weeks later we met Jessica. We were having a family get-together and I'd told him he was welcome to invite her up. Well, she fit right in-and that's where she's been ever since. A little later down the road I asked him the same question I'd asked Brian before he proposed to Katie. 'Is this woman someone you can see yourself making a life with, having a family with, and growing old with?' And Jimmy said 'Yes, absolutely mom. NO doubt whatsoever.' That was good enough for me! So he took her up to the mountains and proposed at sunset. We all had a part in helping them with their wedding, which was beautiful. A year ago tomorrow. Wow-time has just flown by. Jimmy & Jess have had a rough first year. A few days after the wedding,Jimmy got hurt and had to have surgery. A few months later (earlier this year) Jess got hurt and had to have surgery. Then a few months ago the owners of the house they were renting decided to sell-and not tell them! However, the property manager convinced the owners that they legally HAD to tell Jimmy & Jess, so they did. Jimmy & Jess decided to not wait till the last minute, then try to scramble to find another house, and they found their current house on the first try!

Jessica is a wonderful daughter-in-law. I am so blessed with her & Katie. Jess fits right in, always willing to lend a helping hand or a sympathetic ear.

I have never seen my son so at peace in a relationship. He & Jess compliment each other to a 'T'. She's perfect for him, and he for her. We love hanging out with them, because we know we'll be laughing more than anything.

I could go on & on (even more than I already have!), but I think you get the picture.

So, with that, I end this blog with a resounding Happy Anniversary Jimmy & Jessica! You are a special couple, and may you have a long and happy life, full of joy, laughter, and prosperity. I love both of you beyond words.

Mom

Happy Birthday Justen!

I've lots to do today, but first up on my list is wishing our firstborn Grandson Justen the happiest birthday ever!

Justen can be defined in one word. ~LOVE~. This child has the purest, most loving heart of anyone I know. Literally. Let's take a trip down memory lane, reflecting on the past 9 years. Has it REALLY been 9 years already? (Sigh), where did the time go?

Justen weighed in at a robust 8 pounds at birth. His was the first birth I'd witnessed, and let me tell you, there's just nothing like witnessing the birth of your own grandchild!

Despite a colicky start, he was a happy baby, well known for sending the entire family into peals of laughter with his giggles. Then came those deep baby belly laughs, and more times than not, we'd all just 'lose it. Justen's laughter was indeed the BEST 'medicine' around!

Into toddler hood we go, and Justen has now earned the nickname 'Bulldozer'. And rightfully so! The child saw something he wanted, and off he went, in a straight shot. Didn't matter if there were any people or objects in his way-he bulldozed his way right through them! Our toes got stepped on countless times in this little boy's quest to conquer whatever it was he had his sights set on! We learned to pull our feet up FAST when Justen saw something he wanted!

At around age 2, he began having health issues. Many of you know that over the course of the last 7 years, I've sent out numerous prayer request emails on his behalf. Despite those issues, the one thing that has never changed with J-Dawg (another affectionate nickname, given to him by his Daddy), is his loving nature.

Justen wants to be loved. Period. He has NO other expectations of anyone, other than they love him. He's such a friendly little man who LOVES to show his love with lots & lots of hugs. He'd be a perfect Tanner Family member! LOL...

He is also big on compliments. I can't tell you how many times he's said to me, "Grandma, you're beautiful', or, "Grandma, you're my best friend', or, "Grandma, I love you'. Oh how my heart melts and does flip flops when he says things like that to me, because I know he is absolutely sincere in what he says. There is no purer heart.

The past few years have found Justen dealing with some very significant life changes. Several moves, and a new stepmom, and yet for the most part, he just takes everything in stride. Oh sure, he has his 'moments'. All kids do. And sometimes when he's feeling overwhelmed with everything going on in his life, he has a 'bad' day, but we're all learning how to deal with those 'bad' days. And we're thankful that the 'good' days outnumber the 'bad'.

J is a typical 9 year old. Loves to play with car/trucks/anything that allows you to get dirty without getting in trouble for it. He loves his doggies Kingston & Bailey, and loves riding his scooter across the street at the park. He's also held the Wii record in bowling until recently, when Jessica outscored him. Watching him bowl on the Wii is priceless! The kid doesn't aim...he has this special technique, all his own, and simply fires away. Gets a strike 9 times out of 10-it's SO funny to watch, and when he gets a strike, there's no hoopla from him. He simply grins, and hands the controller to the next person.

We are blessed beyond measure to have this child as a member of our family. He adds so much to our lives.

Happy Birthday Little Buddy! You are loved SO much more than you realize!

Happy Birthday To ME!

Yep, it's MY turn. My birthday isn't really until tomorrow, but I have to write things down as I think of them, or they'll 'poof' from my brain...

I'm 52. Never had a problem with revealing my age. It's only a number. Well, maybe not....SOME days I wake up and feel about 90! The body just isn't 18 anymore, and never lets me forget that fact! LOL....give me an hour out of bed and I'm as good as...well...a 52-year-old!

There's not much to tell about me really. Born in the Pacific Northwest (near Portland, OR), the 6th of 7 children. Moved to Ramona at age 5, where I've been ever since. Met & married Jim here, raised my kids here...I guess it's all about Ramona, huh? :)

I was the proverbial 'goody-two-shoes'. My mom, being a single mom of 7, HAD to be strict, and it just wasn't worth it to 'screw up'. So many good childhood memories in Ramona. Back then, in the mid 60's, the population here was around 5,000. You knew just about everyone you met on the street. Two tiny grocery stores, and you knew the owners....and their kids too! Walks with mama down Main Street at 9 o'oclock on a warm summer evening. Kid brother David checking each pay phone as we passed by, hoping for success in finding a shiny coin. That kid was lucky! Sleeping with doors and windows WIDE open on a hot summer night. No fear of crime-this town was safe! ONE Sheriff. He knew everyone, and everyone knew him. Great guy! Playing in the middle of the street, with no fear of being run down by a 'speeder'.....long bike rides on summer days, just David and me, all over Ramona. Mom wasn't worried. We were safe. Playing on the school grounds was fun, especially the ball courts. They're gone now. Trick or Treating-ALONE, and again, no fear of harm. You knew everyone who's house you went to. Ice cream cones at the Jolly Cone-a friend was the owner. Mananas is there now. A special treat was dinner at the Ranch Drive-In...El Ranchita is there now. SO many memories. How I LOVE yesteryear, when life was so simple, innocent, and uncomplicated. I'd go back in a heartbeat, just to relive the wonderful times.

I married Jim just shy of my 17th birthday. That was 'acceptable' back then-wasn't unusual at all. At the time, there were those who gave us MAYBE 5 years. It's been 35. Guess we showed them, huh? I was blessed to be a stay-at-home-mom. Shannon was in 2nd grade before I got my first job. It was perfect. The kids were in school from 8-2, and my job was from 9-1. Eventually, of course, each child grew up and left 'home', but there was usually a family member to take their place in the empty bedroom, and on occasion, each child has moved back 'home' for a period. Our last 'chick' to leave the 'nest', was my niece Julie, 2 years ago. She lived with us briefly until she met & married her hubby Jeremy. It took some getting used to, this 'empty nest'. I've loved having everyone here, but now I'm used to it.

The past few years have been a season of discovering who PENNY is. Now, what I'm about to say is true, but in NO way am I speaking regretfully. I wouldn't change what I've done. See, when I got married, and had my kids, I kind of put MY wants and needs on the back burner. I kind of lost sight as to who I was, and what MY purpose in life is. I've always been very family-oriented. Family has ALWAYS come first, no matter what. Jim & I had SO much fun being involved with our kids. Sports, music, whatever, we always did things as a family. I instilled in my children that your family comes above all others, and I am proud to say that they took heart, and that's exactly how things are.

But now....it's just Jim & me. As I reflect on the past 52 years, I have to ask myself, 'what have I accomplished, and where do I go from here?' Well, in answer to question #1....there are 3+answers: Jimmy, Brian, & Shannon, their spouses and their children. This is by far my greatest accomplishment. If I accomplish nothing else in this life, I can die today knowing that some of the most wonderful human beings on this earth share my DNA, and that I was blessed by their births.

I have found my role in life it seems. The role of servant hood-and I mean that in the most respectful way. I care for people. My calling came a LONG time ago-about 30 years ago to be exact, when I started caring for my ailing mom. Out of 7 siblings, I was the only one left in Ramona, so I just did what I had to do, and didn't think twice about it. I've cared for others as well, and there's no greater satisfaction than knowing you helped make someone final years happy and easier. And loved.

So, here I am. 52. A 'Golden Girl'. Still wondering who I really am, and what it is that my heart desires. I guess I really needn't worry about WHO I am, or what I want. I am a child of God, and He will help me along the path of self discovery. I am a work in progress. I think I'll just sit back, enjoy the 'ride of life', and take each day as it comes.

So, that's it. Just a small portion of my story. I hope you've enjoyed reading it as much as I've enjoyed reliving it. Maybe I should write a book, hmmm???

Until next time~God Bless~

Happy Birthday Brian!

Due to family emergencies and illnesses, this blog is late.

My son Brian turned 31 on Tuesday. Let me tell you, in THIS mom's words, about Brian.

We almost didn't have him. He wasn't breathing when he was born. I never heard his first cry, nor did I see him until he was about 5 hours old. Talk about a freaked out mama! So freaked out that I got out of bed without permission, and told Jim if HE didn't take me to the nursery RIGHT NOW, I'd go by myself. So we went, and as we walked through the nursery doors, I passed out. Too soon after giving birth to be out of bed, but my baby boy needed me, and come hell or high water I was going to be with him! He'd swallowed amniotic fluid just before he crowned, and his lungs were full, and infection set in. He was in NICU for 2 weeks. There's nothing harder than leaving the hospital with empty arms.

I also had a 3 year old at home. Jimmy was so excited about having a baby brother, and so crushed when we came home without Brian. He literally sobbed, which, of course, made mommy join right in. It was tough. Spend the mornings with Jimmy, then head down to Mercy Hosp. and spend 4 or 5 hours with Brian, then head home in time to fix dinner and spend some quality time with Jimmy before he went to bed. We were exhausted, but the glorious homecoming day finally arrived, and we brought our precious son home!

Brian was a very mellow and good-natured baby. But boy, could that kid EAT! Wow! I always said I felt sorry for the women who married my sons, because their grocery bills would be astronomical! LOL...I think they've finally tapered off. No matter, I don't have to feed them anymore! LOL...Brian also liked to stick things where they don't belong. First time was a rock up his nostril. The dang thing was bigger than his nostril, and even the Dr couldn't figure out how he got it up there! The 2nd time was about 2 months later. A candy corn in his ear-that one was a false alarm, but we didn't know that until the ER visit, at which time the nurse asked me, 'Hey, isn't that the little guy that shoved a rock up his nose a couple of months ago?'...um...yeah.

Brian, at 22 months old, ran away from home. Not consciously, mind you. More like wandered away. I turned my back for 30 seconds (which was about 29 seconds too long) and poof-GONE. My mother lived up the street, so all I could think of was that since we'd walked the street dozens of times, maybe he headed up that way. I stuck 5 year old Jimmy in the doorway of our apt. with the instructions, 'if you see Brian, you grab him and drag him in here and do NOT let him out!'...there is no greater pain than not knowing where your baby is.....horrible, awful thoughts ran through my head: 'he's so little, there's NO way a car could see him over the hood! We're 1 block from Main Street! Oh dear God, PLEASE help me find my baby NOW!!!' I RAN (and for those of you who really know me, you know that I do NOT run) up towards mom's house. No Brian. Headed back for home to call the Sheriff, when something made me turn my head towards the fire station, which was then on 9th Street, and lo and behold, here comes our friend Bill-a firefighter-headed my way, with a smiling, tow-headed little boy named Brian-happily on his hip! I didn't know whether to hug him or beat him! I chose the former...LOL...I should've known then that that would be Brian's calling in life.

Fast forward 16 years or so. Brian is 18, and invites mom to lunch. While sitting there, he says, 'Mom, I believe God has called me to be a firefighter.' It was then that I handed Brian over to God and said, 'Lord, if you've called Brian to this career, I place him in Your hands, and I trust YOU to take care of him.' And He has. Brian's been in some pretty hairy situations, and yet, I don't fear for him, because I know he is safely in the palm of the Lord's Hand.

Brian has always been so good with kids. Always wanted kids. His dream was realized when he met and married Katie, and then just 16 months ago became a proud daddy to Peyton Marie.
To watch my son with his child is amazing. He's such a good daddy. Loving, patient, attentive. He's what good daddies are made of. He's what good husbands are made of. he's what good sons are made of.

I am so blessed to have the 2 best sons in the world. Brian, like his big brother Jimmy, cares deeply about his parents and siblings, and his closest friends. He's always there with a helping hand, a word of advice, and a hug of encouragement. I am beyond proud to call him my son.

Happy Birthday Brian. I love you.
Mom

Penny's Excellent Adventure

Forget Bill & Ted's excellent adventure....this is about MY excellent adventure!

I did something I've never done before-I went on a long road trip, all by myself. People seemed surprised when I told them I was going to AZ alone to see my niece and her family. I guess it surprised me that others were surprised. I mean, it's not like I'm 92 and doing this...LOL...but anyway, I needed to do this to prove something to myself: that I CAN do things like this. Call me crazy, but I just felt like I needed to do something for myself, and this was it. So sit back and read on:

Saturday morning, 7:15am, I am on my way...whoo-hoo! Pop in a worship CD, and I'm good for the long haul! Hit some sprinkles in Alpine and points east, then wind. LOTS of wind. HARD wind. The kind that makes you white-knuckle your steering wheel so that you don't go flying where you shouldn't go. What a trip! LOL....Up & over the mountains, and down into the Imperial Valley, and the winds picked up, and remained for my entire trip.

I was headed I-8 East....and was to pick up I-10 east, and go to 587 North to get to Willow & Kevin's. Got the first two right anyway. Didn't know that the 587 exits on the LEFT of the freeway, so there I am, cruising along, looking for Hwy 587 North....never did find it, but an hour & a half later, after cruising the freeways of Tucson, I decided to give Kevin a call, because by that point I was 99.9% sure I'd gone to far. But before I could call him, he called me. By now it's 2pm, about an hour or so since I SHOULD have arrived at their house...

K: Hi Aunt Penny, it's Kev...where are you?
P: Hey Kev, I was just about to call you! Ummm....I'm on 10 East still...at Exit 294...I think I went too far Kev, I just drove through Tuscon.
K: Ohhh Aunt Penny, yep, I think you went ALOT too far! Can you turn around somewhere?
P: Yep, I'll get off at this next exit and head west again...what Exit do I want for your place?
K: You want 587 North, and it's just down the road from where you picked up the 10 from the 8...I'll check in with you in a few.
P:Ok got it...

20 minutes later:

K:Hey Aunt Penny, it's Kev again....you want Exit 175 or 177-it'll also say 587 North...
P: Wow! I went a LONG way past where I should've been! Ok hon I'll see you soon!

Long story short, I went roughly 3 hours round trip out of my way to get there, and a total of 10 hours driving time on what should have been a 6.5-7 hr drive, but I made it!

Had a wonderful time with Willow and the family. Everyone was so attentive and gracious, and I loved the time I spent with them.

I left at 6:30 this morning to head for home, and THIS time I got on the RIGHT freeway the FIRST time...LOL...a fairly uneventful drive, but oh the winds! Once I got back into CA they picked up and I again found myself white-knuckling the steering wheel-it was incredible! Hit a sandstorm, and was SO glad I had the van closed up tight!

Got in about 2:00 this afternoon, and am now unpacked, settled, and back to 'normal', whatever that is...

I'd write more, but I think you get the picture. Will definitely do this again-it was fun! BUT....

It's good to be home.

Bit By Bit

Most people have a favorite room or spot in their house. Mine is OUTside. This is my swing. It was a gift from Jim's dad after we moved here 11 years ago. While sitting on my swing, I have laughed, cried, prayed, thought, talked on the phone and rocked all of my grand babies.

It looks alot different than it used to. We recently extended the brick out to the side to give us more room for family bbq's. There used to be honeysuckle all over the frame. Honeysuckle is nice, IF it stays green and lush year-round. Mine doesn't, so it went bye-bye. Eventually we want to put a patio table and chairs out here so that we can enjoy warm summer evenings in the fresh air.

This picture was taken not long after the sun came up. I love it. We still have many plans for this little area, and we're getting there....bit by bit.

Happy Birthday Alissa!

April 6, 1998. 3:09am. Bleary-eyed relatives waiting in a tiny hospital waiting room. Actually, the waiting had begun 3 days earlier, when mom started having contractions. But this was the REAL thing. Auntie Lori burst into the waiting room. 'It's a girl!' Alissa Renae! 7lbs 12oz. Around 19.5 in. long. She was beautiful. Our first grandchild/first granddaughter. Born on our 24th wedding anniversary.

Alissa came into my life at a time when I needed something positive to pour my heart & soul into. I had been taken out of the workforce by a job-related injury, and my mother's ovarian cancer had metastasized. My kids were grown. Well, Shannon was a senior in high school, but pretty much grown up. I felt like no one really 'needed' me. Alissa was that shining star during the darkest of times.

I started babysitting Lissy when she was 6 months old. Daddy would drop her off about 6am, and mommy would pick her up about 4pm, so we had the whole day together. What a joy she was! A beautiful little blond-hair-blue-eyed princess. SO pretty, in fact, that I literally got stopped in stores and parking lots by people telling me what a beautiful baby I had! Of course, I corrected them right away, telling them she is my granddaughter, but oh, those buttons on my shirt nearly burst with pride. And talk about a good and easy baby!

Our days typically began quietly, then got busier as the hours went by. First was breakfast, then a short nap. Time for Teletubbies (her favorite!), Clifford The Big Red Dog, Blues Clues, and of course, Zoobomafoo (sp?)...morning snack, then off to go check on great-grandma, or take her down the hill for radiation. Lunch, then a nap, and then time for Grandpa to come home from work, which meant MAJOR playtime! She even, at a year old, helped Grandpa put in 'her' yard-right out there 'working' side-by-side with Papa, and getting just as dirty!

Lesa quit working about a week before Justen was born, so I had Liss over a year and a half, She was literally a God-send, and helped keep me sane during my mother's final months, and beyond.

I know she doesn't remember any of this, but we share a very special bond. I thank God for her. She was my 'saving grace'. Now she's 11. It's so hard to believe, but it's been such a joy and a blessing watching her grow and evolve into the beautiful young person she is today. I know she has a bright and happy future, and I am eager to share it with her!

Happy Birthday Alissa. Grandma loves you more than you'll ever know.

Happy Birthday Jimmy!

I have made it my goal to blog about each one of my family members on their birthdays. I hope you enjoy reading my trips down Memory Lane as much as I enjoy writing them.

My firstborn, James Robert King. Born at UCSD Medical Center in San Diego, CA. on March 24, 1975, at 5:38pm. 6lbs. 15oz. 18.5in. Named for Daddy, and Uncle John. My baby. 18.5 LONG hours of labor...LOL...every mom has a 'labor' story. I'll spare you the details.

Jimmy was a happy baby, for the most part. By the time he was 2, I figured I'd pretty much marred him for life. He was my 'trial and error' baby. The first one always is. He's the one whose piece of fingertip I cut off while trimming his nails with the baby 'safety' clippers. From then on I BIT my babies' nails....no more clippers for THIS mama!

I wanted to be a good mommy, so I decided to use cloth diapers. That's what we did WAY back then. It's a NASTY way to go, let me tell ya! But, nevertheless, I rinsed, soaked, scrubbed and bleached those little nappies so my baby would have sparkling white diapers. No one told me that poop STAINS! Ah well...I gave it a go anyway. Until I pinned him to his diaper. He was screaming, and I'm thinking, 'what is wrong with you child??! I just fed you, burped you, bathed you, and gave you a clean diaper, and you're screaming???' So, I decided to check his diaper, one more time, and discovered, to my utter horror, that I had pinned the poor little guy to his diaper! I don't know who cried harder, him or ME! We switched to Pampers. That's all we had back then, but it sure beat risking the chance of 'pinning' him again!

Jimmy was a typical little boy, always running, jumping, climbing, and falling. In most of his professional portraits, he looks like a classic child abuse case...a black & blue bump, right in the middle of his forehead. Broken bones, sprains, lots of 'owies'...typical boy, all the way around.

I could go on about the teenage years, and even his 20's, but I prefer to talk about now. I am so incredibly proud of the man he has become. I love that I have such a special bond with him (as I do with my other 2 kids, but their turn is coming in later blogs), and I can call him with a need, and he's right there. He's always been there for his dad and me. He made the wisest choice ever in his choice for a bride. He's a dad who loves his kids passionately, and will stop at nothing to ensure their well being. He's a brother who's best friends are his brother and sister. He's a friend who is there in good times and bad. He's a man who takes his job seriously, never afraid to go that 'extra mile' if need be. He's had some hard knocks in life, and has learned from each of them, and he is a better man because of those 'knocks'. He appreciates what he's been given, and teaches his kids to appreciate too. He strives to be a good role model for his kids, holding himself accountable, and telling his kids to hold him accountable too. He's a wonderful daddy.

Husband, daddy, brother, cousin, friend, uncle....and son. Awesome man, and one that I am proud to call MY son.

Happy Birthday Jimmy. I love you.
Mom

Spring Is In The Air

Ahhh Spring.... How I love the new life 'springing' up all around me!

I know that technically, Spring doesn't arrive until March 20th. But convince the flowers, trees, bushes, and lawns that are already springing forth with new life that Spring hasn't quite 'arrived' yet. My mulberry trees have got buds on them, that will soon to turn into huge, beautiful leaves, and producing sweet, tasty berries with which to feed the little birdies that have gone elsewhere in search of food for the winter.
My Texas Umbrella trees are blooming too. During the winter, I affectionately refer to them as 'my 20ft. twigs'. Soon they will provide shade to my living room, blocking out the hot summer sun. Adorned with delicate white flowers, they really are a beautiful tree.
My lawn, which has lain dormant for months, is now growing. It's fescue, and is green year-round, but I know that Spring is definitely in the air when the lawn needs a 'haircut', fertilizing, and bug spray, so that it'll be lush, cushy, and bug-free for grandchildren to play on during the warm summer months.
I just got my propane tank filled for our gas BBQ grill-another sign that Spring is, indeed, in the air. Soon, the grill will come alive with chicken, carne asada, spareribs and other yummy summer BBQ-type meats, as the family once again gathers at mom & dad's for a meal together. Sweet times they are! Daylight Saving Time-another indication that Spring is here. I love DST....ok so it's still dark in the early morning hours, but hey, it's still LIGHT at 8pm! I love it when we decide to take a stroll after a hot day, and it's still light out enough to feel safe. Yep, a nice walk, then a quick stop at Mickey D's for a soft-serve cone to enjoy on the stroll home....gotta love it!

Driving around town, I see so much new life, and it gives me hope. Welcome Spring, I've missed you!

Happy Birthday Katie!

Today is a VERY special lady's birthday! 'Our' Katie!

Ok, so, I should have posted this blog a couple of weeks ago, but time got away from me, and....well, you know how it goes.

Rewind almost 4 years. Brian is leaving for Ione, off to the Fire Academy for Engineers. He's at an all-time low, and is definitely 'down on women' in his words. Of course my thoughts and prayers are with him. When your kid is hurting, you're hurting too.

Fast forward 6 weeks or so. Brian is home for memorial Day weekend. He & I are chatting in the kitchen, and I ask him if the rumors I'm hearing through the family grapevine are true. That he's met someone. My first thought is to take that guy and shake him till his teeth rattle! What IS he....CRAZY??? THIS soon? After what he's been through??? He 'confesses'. Now, my kids can attest to this next statement. My boys especially. I'm point blank with them. 'Brian, is this woman someone you can see yourself spending the rest of your life with? Someone to have a family with, and grow old with?' Without one iota of hesitation, he says, 'Yes Mom, she is. She's the one'. Good enough for me, but I still want to meet the young woman who has unequivocally captured my son's heart.

Katie came down a short while later to visit Brian, and Brian had cautioned us that Katie was on the shy side, and not to be too upset if she wasn't real social. Are we talking about the same girl here Brian? He brought her in, and she was like a missing puzzle piece to our family! She came in, sat down, and talked to us like she'd known us all her life. And that was just the beginning.

Katie has been a source of joy in our lives. She's the definition of what I, as a mom, wanted in a wife for my son. She is the definition of what I wanted in a mommy for my grandchildren. We look forward to many happy years with her....happy birthday honey. We love you so....

Rainy Day Blues

It's a perfect time to whine. It's likely to be a 'downer', so you may want to stop reading right here. If not, don't say I didn't warn you...LOL...

It's ugly outside. Gray, rainy, dreary. Matches my mood today, and I'm in the mood to whine.

Seems like bad news comes in droves. In my last blog, I wrote about my grandson Justen, and what he's facing with the revelation of the DiGeorge syndrome.

Last Friday my entire family was blown away by the news of our niece Tracey's husband Tim's sudden and TOTALLY unexpected death. Not yet 40. Went into the hospital for minor surgery. Complications set in, but they were able to get over that 'hump'. Friday Tracey shows up at the hospital to pick Tim up, only to be ushered into a private room and told that her husband has died. We are stunned. Tracey is coping as best she can, and especially hard is the fact that their 3 tiny boys are left without a daddy. And the heart breaker is that Zachary, their 6 week old newborn, will never know his daddy. Funeral is tomorrow, and of course our thoughts are with them, back there in Kentucky. Tracey would like to come out here and spend awhile with her parents, once everything settles down. I think it'd do her a world of good to be surrounded by her family. 29 is WAAAY to young to be a widow! RIP Tim, you will be missed.

Adding insult to injury, is Jessica's plight. She was playing with one of the dogs last night. She slipped and fell on her knee. POP! NOT good. Jimmy took her to the ER, then to the Orthopedist today. The diagnosis: A torn ACL-we're 99% sure she'll have to have surgery. Poor thing, I feel SO bad for her.

This is where the 'mom' in me tends to kick into high gear. I have to keep reminding myself that my kids are grown, and fully capable of handling their own situations, but that certainly doesn't stop me from wanting to step in and 'fix' everything. I know I can't, but when one of my kids (in-laws/grandkids included) are hurt or need something, I just want to run to them and make everything all better. I want to gather them all under my wings, like a mother hen with her chicks, and protect them from the evils of the world. I guess one never quits being a mom-thank God for that! I can't imagine what would happen if I were forced to give up that role!

Work....ahhhh....well, it halfway didn't happen today. I went and took care of my first gal this morning, came home & had lunch, then left to take care of my afternoon gal. Turns out they didn't need me because her daughter was home, and they forgot to call me. So here I am. It is what it is. Maybe tomorrow will be better. One can hope.

Stay home today if you can, it's just nasty out there~

Justen

By now most of you know the heartbreaking news about my 8 year old grandson Justen. He has a genetic chromosomal defect called DiGeorge Syndrome. It tricks one of the thyroid glands into thinking that the body doesn't need Calcium, therefore, robbing the body of this very important vitamin/mineral, whatever you call it. The repercussions can be very severe, from kidney damage, to bone damage, to heart problems, to name just a very few. Here is an excerpt from the email Jessica sent me, explaining more about the syndrome:

The specialist diagnosed Justen with Digeorge Syndrome. His developmental problems all these years don't appear to be from the anti-seizure medicine after all. Digeorge is genetic and something that affects you from birth. If you google it, you'll see it explains everything: the mild retardation, the hand cramps, the hearing and speech problems, the calcium deficiency and even some of his facial features. There is no cure, only treatments but they haven't actually figured out what to do with him yet. There is a treatment the doctor told Jimmy about but it's only meant for adults. Some kids have tried it but there have been no studies on the long term effects and so I don't know what we'll do. First step is to do more tests to see if there is any bone or kidney damage caused by the calcium deficiency going on so long without anyone knowing it. From here on, it's a matter of taking it day-by-day.

So, there you have it. But right now, I want to talk about Justen the little boy, not Justen the patient.

Justen's been a blessing right from birth. A healthy 8-pounder, he was, for the most part, a happy baby, aside from the wretched colic he suffered. His tiny little smile always lit up a room, and oh, that belly laugh of his would get us going EVERY time.

As he grew, so did his loving nature. He's always been such a lovebug, and still is! He's your typical 8 year old:very active, but never too busy to run up to Grandma and say 'I love you Grandma!', or 'Grandma, you're beautiful!'...ahhh...what a kid. Justen doesn't just have friends...he has BEST friends...LOL...most everyone is his 'best friend' and he never fails to tell them that.

As I mentioned earlier, Justen is active. Very active...LOL...if we could bottle his energy and sell it, we'd be rich! He loves to play with his dogs Kingston & Bailey. He likes to kick the ball around outside, although sometimes he gets a little carried away and needs to be reminded to 'settle down a little, buddy', and one of his 2 favorite pastimes is playing at the park across the street. His 2nd fave pastime is enjoying the title of 'Wii Bowling Champ'...yep, they have a Wii, and so far this little guy is an undefeated champ. It's an absolute riot to watch him 'bowl' on the Wii. He has his own style, and it earns him a strike 9 out of 10 times. We recently had a family night, and played Wii bowling, and everyone was just in stitches watching Justen do his thing. And yet Justen is in no way conceited or in-your-face. He simply bowls his strike, hands the controller to the next person, and walks away. It's amazing...LOL

He's got the biggest heart of anyone I know. He is so unassuming, and so undemanding, and simply wants to be loved. It's not unusual for him to drop what he's doing, and come give you a hug. Those are SOOO sweet. Daddy is his hero, and Jessica is his Velcro twin. He gravitates towards her, and a normal 'picture' is to see Jess sitting somewhere, and Justen curled up right next to her, if not in her lap. She's just the most wonderful stepmom to both kids, and someday they will realize how blessed they are to have her as their other mom.

So, as we deal with this recent development, we pray for wisdom and guidance on how to cope. Our prayer is that if there is any damage at all, it's minimal.

If you'd like to know more about DiGeorge Syndrome, you can google it. It's pretty comprehensive for MY thought process right now, so I keep refering back to it.

Please pray for our boy-he's so special to us.

We love you buddy.

T.G.I. OVER!!

Thank GOD it's OVER! This past week felt like the week from hell. Both of my ladies had a bad week, and to top it off, Justen had to be rushed to the ER late Wed night for some health problems-he's ok now, thank God.

With this warm Santa Ana weather we've been having, there's always a price to pay. For me it's been allergies 24/7, and not much relief. Ah, but I SO love the temperatures, VERY welcome to me.

Uh-oh, weather change. This does NOT make my sinuses happy campers, so now on top of allergies, I have aching, miserable sinuses. Happens every time the barometric pressure changes.

Now, all of this combined with the drama that plagued me all stinkin' week long, it's no wonder that I woke up about 4am yesterday morning with the mother of all migraines. Yeesh, just great. I have SO much to do this weekend, and I do NOT have time for this. Fortunately, My migraines have dwindled over the years, and now only last a day or two, but boy oh boy...MAJOR pain. Anyone who has migraines on a regular basis knows exactly what I'm talking about.

But I need to get down the hill THIS weekend, or it'll be at least 2 more weeks before my schedule is free.....so off we go. First stop, Walmart, get what I need there, then off to Costco, and by the time we'd loaded 2 carts (spent a FORTUNE, but won't have to go back for 6 months! LOL), I told Jim, 'I've gotta get outta here, NOW'. By then I was going into 'inability to function' mode. Couldn't get outta there fast enough to suit me!

Got home and unloaded the van, made a quick trip to Kmart, then back home to fix dinner and get ready for our 'date night' to the movies with Alissa & Justen. By now my stomach has SERIOUS issues, and dinner was the LAST thing I wanted to smell...but I made it for them, and forced myself to eat a small helping, thinking that it'd maybe help settle the tummy some. WRONG. We left about 5:45 to head down to Escondido to the theatre. About halfway down the hill I'm thinking, 'Oh my God, I'm gonna lose my dinner.'...I grabbed a Dramamine that I'd wisely put in my purse, and took it with a sip of water, then focused on breathing in through my nose, and out through my mouth for the next 20 minutes or so, and by the time we got there, I was a tad better....BUT....now I had to 'GO'....oh cripes....I HATE 'going BIG' in a public restroom! Ok don't panic. Smart & Final is almost right next door, and they have a private little bathroom, so no worries. I ship Jim & the kids off to the box office and I head for Smart & Final...

About halfway through the movie 'Hotel For Dogs', which was a really cute movie, by the way, I started feeling better, and by the time we got back up the hill just after 9, I felt able to semi function, so I took the kids home & sat with them until Jimmy & Jess got home. Fortunately they came home soon, and i was home by 10.

Today, although still recovering, I am SO much better. Headache is 99% gone and I've gotten alot accomplished today.

We'll get results of Justen's blood work tomorrow too-and hopefully all that's wrong is a calcium deficiency that can be controlled with diet and calcium supplements, and he won't have any long-term effects from it...I'm praying for our little guy, as are alot of others.

Here's hoping that YOUR week is a good one!

Random Thoughts For A Sunday Afternoon

It's been a couple of hard weeks since my last post. A season of testing, and I must have passed the 'test', because God has blessed me with another client. And the schedule is perfect, because I can still keep Mary Kay in addition to this new lady. I still have all day Tuesday as a 'me' day, something that I love, love, love, because it's a day for PENNY, and what PENNY wants/needs to do. And I have Thur. mornings and Fri. afternoons free as well, but ahhh, that Tuesday. We're not supposed to 'covet' things, so I try to keep an open mind about Tuesdays. I also like to do whatever shopping I have to do during the week, because, as we all know, weekends are NOT good for shopping....ANYWHERE.

Am I getting older, or what? Don't answer that! I already know the answer! LOL...yes, I AM getting older, but far from decrepit, so don't start looking for my nursing home just yet you guys! Seems like it takes me longer to get my 'motor' running in the mornings than it used to. I generally get up about 30 minutes before Jim does on workday mornings, because it seems I need 1 cuppa, plus a 'warm-up' to clear the cobwebs and start functioning in a somewhat 'normal' fashion. On the weekends, you will typically find me still burrowed down in my jammies and the absolutely wonderful robe & slippers that Jessica got me for Christmas. It's SO hard to pull myself together and get dressed and active...but, I need to get back into church, so I need to start some self-discipline here..

Did our taxes online the other night, and now eagerly awaiting our nice return. That return means a desperately needed new roof. Once the roof is replaced, I can focus on scrubbing/ painting the water spots off the ceiling in our bedroom. Oh that leak....RIGHT over our bed-UGH. Our bedroom is very small, and we have a king size bed, so only 2 ways to arrange this room, and BOTH ways puts the middle of the bed right smack in the center of the room, which is exactly where the leaking is! NOT good, and in fact, last winter we actually had to sleep in the guest room for a few nights until it stopped raining enough for Jim to go out & put some plastic sheeting over said leak. The cats, which are NOT allowed in the guest room at all, were NOT happy that mom & dad were in that 'other' room. No more worries, kitties, mama's gettin' a new roof!

Watched Pey last night for a few hours while Katie went shopping with the gift cards she got for Christmas. Boy, that lil squirt can MOVE! Grandpa and I spent 4 hours RUNNING after her, literally! LOL...see, we have an accordion door that closes off the living room from the rest of the house. Typically we put our ice chest in the doorway when Peyton's there. That we we can get in & out of the kitchen, but said baby girl can only go as far as the ice chest. The ice chest is still at Brian & Katie's from our Fantasy Football party Friday night, so we though, 'well gee, she doesn't usually offer to go into any of the other rooms, so we're sure it'll be fine'.....NOT! LOL...she went exploring....the family room, the laundry room, the guest bathroom, the kitchen, and anywhere else she managed to make it to before her grandparents managed to catch up to her. It was such a game for her. She had a blast, and so did we.

This next Sat., if I'm lucky, I'll get to have Alissa & Justen. Dad & Jess have plans, so they'll get to hang with Grandma. I haven't seen them in almost 3 weeks, and I need a grandkid fix. I miss them so much. I'm trying to think of interesting and fun things to so while they're here, so if you have any ideas, by all means let me know! Given their choice, Justen would plant his face in Nickelodeon, and Alissa would be right here on the computer, playing games...then they'd switch...Alissa to Animal Planet, and Justen to the computer for more games....I'd like to do something different.

Well, that about wraps it up for now. Nothing exciting, just what the title implies: Random Thoughts. Have a good week...God Bless~

Today is a good day for....

Starting projects that have been on the back burner for some time now.

We painted our kitchen back in late 2000. About a year and a half ago, I noticed it needed some touch-ups. About the same time, I went back to work at the flower shop, and between that and taking care of Mary Kay, I was working 6 days a week, and certainly didn't feel like spending that coveted 7th day starting big projects.

Well, with the absolutely gorgeous weather we've been blessed with, I find myself this Saturday with nothing to do outside of the mundane, ho-hum everyday house work. I'm not in the mood for that. I'm in the mood to do something that you can actually SEE.

Jim's up in Riverside County today, and won't be home till later this afternoon, so after he left, and after sitting here for a couple of hours, I decided to get off my duff and actually get something accomplished.

So I pulled out my ever-faithful bucket, grabbed the Greased Lightening and TSP, and got busy scrubbing cupboards. Noticed a couple of needed repairs, so made them. Then got out the handy-dandy spackle and went to work. Took me a couple of hours to repair, scrub and spackle, but by gum I got it done, and now it's ready for that touch-up paint job.

Only drawback is that I have to wait 24 hours for the spackle to harden. Shucks, I'm in the mood to paint NOW...oh well, hopefully the mood will last, and I'll get it done tomorrow.

But for the rest of today, I will bask in the best weather in the world, and be thankful....

A Season Of Testing

I guess that's where I am. The job I was supposed to have started last Thursday fell through. The husband was so depressed that his wife was in the hospital that he stopped eating/drinking/taking his meds, and ended up in the hospital himself. Meanwhile, the wife was doing really good, but in light of this turn of events, their daughter has decided to put them in an assisted living facility. So they no longer need me.
So, now not only am I back at square one, but I've also taken a hit in my hours with Mary Kay. She's doing SO well (That's a GOOD thing), that they don't need me as much as they did. My hours have been cut right about in half. NOT good news.
My Tuesdays & Thursdays are free for now. I still have to believe that God has a bigger and better plan for me. I'm focusing on keeping the faith.
The world tells me that things are bad, and that the prospects of a job coming my way are slim to none. But I serve a God who is WAY bigger than the world that I live in, so I keep reminding myself of the plans He has for me. Plans to prosper and not harm me, plans to give me hope and a future (Jer 29:11). It's hard in this, the eleventh hour, but still I hold out hope that He WILL provide ALL my needs, according to His riches in glory in Christ Jesus.
I'm hoping to post a praise report soon....until then, blessings to you~

Peyton's 1st Birthday Party

Here are some pics of Peyton's birthday party...towards the end she was so tired that she went into meltdown mode...LOL.. but she was SO good overall.

Happy birthday sweetie!

Our Precious Peyton

I just read Auntie Shannon's blog, and decided to follow suit. Everyone has their own story about the day our beautiful little Peyton Marie King was born, one year ago tomorrow. Here's my story:

January 8th, 2008...Brian & Katie were supposed to be at the hospital around 7am for Katie's induction. I woke up around my usual 5am or so, and was enjoying a quiet waking up moment with my coffee. About 5:30am someone knocked on my door. I don't know about YOU, but when someone knocks at MY door at 5:30am, it can usually mean only one thing:bad news! I flipped on the light to see Brian & Katie there! Seems they had just left home for the hospital, and I can't remember if they'd called the hosp., or if the hosp. had called them, but at any rate, there was a delay. So since they didn't have to be to the hosp. until 9am, Brian had a cup of coffee with me, then he & Katie went back home to catch another hour or so nap before things started happening.

Jim & I left for the hosp. about 9am, knowing that there would be much to do on getting Katie settled in and the pitocin drip going, so no rush. We were geared up for the long haul. A change of clothes in the van for me, snacks, sodas, a blanket, and of course, my camera. We actually got up to her room around 10am, and she was already pretty uncomfortable, and dilated to about 4cm...about 10:30 Katie was very uncomfortable, and VERY politely called her nurse and said 'I think I'd like my epidural now please'...we always have a good laugh about that, because MOST women would be like 'gimme the %&*#@ drugs NOW!!!'...but not Katie. It's just not her nature to be anything but kind. Thats one of the things I love most about her. Anyway...Sandy (Katie's mom) and I decided around 11:30-ish to go down to the cafeteria and have lunch. We got back to her room about an hour or so later, and around 1pm Jim & Brian decided to go have a bite to eat. Not so fast Brian...all of a sudden Katie feel something happening, and feels like she needs to push! Call the nurse....ok. Nurse comes in, checks Katie. She's at 9 cm! So much for lunch Daddy-there's no time now! I get on the phone and call Shannon, who is up at Deer Springs Station visiting:

Mom;Hey Shan, where are you?

Shannon: Actually, I'm just getting of the 15 onto Pomerado Road. Why? What's up?

Mom: Umm...Katie's at 9 and about ready to push...

Shannon:Oh crap! And I'm stuck behind some old guy who's just cruisin' along!

Mom (Laughing): Ok well, just get here as quick as you can.

Apparently it wasn't TOO long till she got up to the room...and you can read HER account of how fast she got there on HER blog...LOL

So Katie starts pushing, and the nurse calls the Dr., who is in surgery, figuring that Katie, with a first pregnancy, will still go several more hours...NOT! Let me tell you something here: Katie was an absolute trooper! With Brian, Sandy and me coaching her on, we soon see the top of Peyton's blonde little head. Keep pushing honey, we can see her head! THEN...."Stop pushing Katie, the Dr isn't here yet" from the nurse. Now those of you who have had babies know that if someone tells you to stop pushing, well, that's almost an impossibility. I know from experience, but Katie, bless her heart, kicked it into high gear, and you could just see the focus on her face, and it was WORK, but she panted her way through another 20 minutes or so before the Dr finally arrived gave her the go-ahead to just pop this baby out. 5 hours, start to finish. Incredible.

Aw man, I cannot begin to tell you the joy of watching a grandchild enter the world. It was indescribable.

Peyton has been such a source of joy in our family, and it's still reeling that tomorrow she turns 1. She's not only beautiful, but she's got this GREAT little personality, and is now coming into her own, temper and all, and it is SO precious.

Happy, Happy Birthday our beloved Peyton! We love you beyond words.

P.S. Yes, she really IS as happy as her pictures show!