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TURKEY FOR ME... TURKEY FOR YOU......

Happy Thanksgiving to all. I hosted again this year. I don't mind at all, it's a good reason to use my china and silver etc. I think when you cook you are somewhat at a disadvantage as to how things actually taste, but I felt like it was all good. At least it's over, and non the worse for the wear; with the exception of one of my crystal goblets that is no more. Wish I could recall what the pattern was called.....

It's always so fun to have everyone home. My middle daughter came in yesterday morning to hit the dentist and spent the night here. My 3 kids went out last night, and probably had too much fun.... based on the fact that my oldest daughter couldn't really eat much- it's hard to when you extremely hung over, you know.

my nephew J.D.

my sister and her youngest son

a truely terrible picture of my mom and my son....

my nephew with his new favorite thing.... spray whip cream!

So the dishes are done and put away, the leftovers packed away, and I'm dead tired. Just plain done in. I've got a prosecco headache, and really need to change into something a little more casual for the evening. I also need to peruse the Black Friday Ads... like I'd actually get up that early and shop... or would I?

RAMBLINGS......

This past week is over. Thank God. One I'd like never to revisit, thank you. Started the week with a funeral, ended the week with one. Watched my son carry the casket of his best buddy, and his best buddies mom all in the same week. All you mom's know, when your child hurts, you hurt... this was agony. I felt emotionally done in, let me tell ya. But, we are heading forward- my son is sad, but is doing okay, I think.

Yesterday, my husband and I went off to his sister's house, to finally divide up some of the things, my father in law didn't want that had belonged to my mother in law. My husband, his brother and his sister and 'us in-law spouses' took turns picking out stuff. Cool stuff.

My mother-in-law really had great taste. Her interest in antiques ran a parallel to my own taste, so I could have taken everything, but I had to share....

Stay tuned for the unveiling of the cool stuff.....

AND IT CONTINUES....

Yesterday, was the funeral. My son, and the other pall bearers each stood up and said something. It was gut wrenching.

Later, in the afternoon, Sean's mom died. She is finally at peace. I heard she said to her sister, when it became apparent that she wasn't able to go too see Sean one more time that it was okay, he'd been with her all weekend. Maybe knowing he was 'waiting' for her made it easier for her.

My 21 year old son is a pall bearer again- twice in one week. Although it is an honor, it is also a tragedy. This week needs to be over. These are things that shouldn't be experienced at this age.

Actually, at any age.

A NIGHTMARE.....

One of my son's life long best friends was killed last night.

First, this family is in need of prayer. The mom, who just turned 50 is dying. She has cancer, and it is eminent. Sean, the son, (my son's friend) has been a mother's dream. He's been taking care of her, spending time with her- hadn't been out of the house for well over a week, as he'd taken time off from work to care for her. But, last night, was different. He'd called my son, and they headed out to celebrate his brother's girlfriend's birthday. And, celebrate they did. These boys are good time boys- I'm not touting this behavior, just being honest.

They spent the evening at a local bar, known for it's burgers. Moved from there onto the brother's house for a continuation of the fun. My son, is good about letting me know if he's coming home or not. In spite of the fact that he is 21, he is great about keeping me in the know. (I think it was beaten into him, by me tracking him down in great worry) Anyway, he sent me a text, I didn't totally get the whole message, so just called him. He said he was staying with Sean, and would be home early in the morning. I felt unsettled and anxious, in spite of the fact that I knew he was okay- they were safe.....


I went to bed. Read for a while, and had just turned off the light, when my phone rang. It was my son. Was I still up? Would I mind coming to get him? If not that was okay.. but he'd kind of like to sleep in his own bed, he had to work, yada yada... I said yes, I would come get him.

We live in a little town, and the neighboring town, 5 miles away is where he was. I got dressed (sort of) and headed out. Got my son, came home, went back to bed and finally slept.

At about 7:30 a.m. my son came into my room and said. 'Sean is dead'... evidently, he decided to go somewhere after my son left- to see a girlfriend, for a ride, we will never know. it was a single car accident. No seat belt, he was thrown from the vehicle and dead at the scene. He was 21 years old. His whole life was ahead of him. He had planned to see to it that after his mom died, he'd stay in their family home while his younger brother finished high school. There was so much for him to experience. All lost now.

My son is 21 years old, and on Monday, will be a pall bearer for one of his best friends. This just isn't right.



Rest in Peace Sean- you are already missed.

THE TREE

I'M SO MAD.....

Really, really mad.

I have some neighbors to the NORTH of me. They are ignorant (sorry if I'm offending) white trash. We have 'gotten along' all these years, by being friendly, but distant. When we moved here, one of the 1st things I did was install a 6' privacy fence along the north side of my yard, ending at about the middle of my house; basically fencing in my back yard. Then I planted two blue spruce trees in the front, to, okay I am admitting it... block my view of hillbilly heaven. They are both probably at least 20' tall now.

They are purveyors of crap. Like always 'workin' on an engine in the yard, or gutting a boat, or adding on a lean-to on the back of their garage.... you get the visual.

Anyway..... the a fore mentioned blue spruces... one hung over, as they are wont to do, the property line. She took it upon herself to trim it. Now, LEGALLY she could trim JUST WHAT HUNG OVER ONTO HER PROPERTY. But.... the B*T*H came onto my property and cut the branches at the trunk. Up about six feet. It was tree mutilation.

My husband, who hasn't seen it in the flesh yet, called her... she said.... "I thought it'd look better to go back to the trunk than just trimmin it just to the property line"........right.

It. looks. dreadful.

I. am. sick.

and really really pissed.

So, I think it's time to extend the fence. Maybe to add electricity, or razor wire. (I want to make a point) I don't want to look at their white trash selves anymore. I want them to go away... back to whatever hovel they crawled out of.


doesn't it look awful?

PURSES

Here's a couple of my hand knit, felted purse 'creations' for your perusal....

This one was a donation to a church auction




and this one was a gift



It's probably about time to make another, maybe for a Christmas Gift or maybe for a 'me' gift. Who's to say.

IT IS SAID 'YOU CAN'T GO HOME AGAIN'

BUT I DID....

Sorta.

Growing up, we always vacationed on Lido Key, Florida. It was my dad's very most favorite place to be. A legacy that he has left us all.

Before my parents bought a condo, we stayed at the Sheraton Sandcastle. Many years we were there, my parents, younger sister and best friend, Cathy. I remember so many things about that time. Memories that came FLOODING back when I walked into that hotel.

My husband and I have extremely fond memories of Lido and the condo. We honeymooned there; took our children on family vacations there, went there with friends, and hung out there, just the two of us. He thought we should spend our last night of vacation there, and chose to stay in the hotel of my youth. I'll admit, I was a bit nervous, because, sometimes you shouldn't go back- sometimes it isn't like you remembered... or it is and it's too much to take... but this time, it was good.

Really good.

The hotel is basically the same- the tiki bar, where I remember seeing Harry Carey (what a loud obnoxious sort); the pool, that seems to be every bit as big and blue as I recall, the beach- gorgeous as ever. The rooms have been redone-actually the whole hotel has had a facelift... our room was lovely, complete with the balcony looking out onto the beach.

We walked, as always down to the 'point' past the condo, with so many happy memories, and sadly no longer ours. Came back to our hotel, swam in the gulf and plopped on our chaises enjoying the sun.






For a while, all was totally right in my world. How could anything cause any concern when you are by the sea and home?




So with that, I must say -thanks dad, for one of many wonderful things you introduced to us all!!