Saturday, December 28, 2013

Limburger cheese and Sardines

It's been a lifetime ago, but my nose can smell it like it is right here as I puppy-sit my grand dog.

New Year's Eve every year when I was a little kid was at Grandma Burkhart's house.  The old ladies and the little kids.  A night of disaster waiting to happen.  

Liberace on PBS in all his glitter.  Snacks in the kitchen.  Plastic horns awaiting lots of blowing.  Ultimately being taken away when we would hide them in the bed and blow them all night.  There was nothing scarier in the darkness than Aunt Thelma without her wiglet when you are a little kid except...

Limburger cheese and sardines in that cabinet in the kitchen.  Grandma Fuller would open it, and the was not for anyone who didn't have a steel stomach.  She would eat it at midnight saying it was for luck.  It was a witch's potion for longevity I think.  All it did was give me nightmares and her bad breath! 

New Year's Eve is upon us again.  No cheese, no sardines, no wiglets,  just the memories of relatives trying to take care of 3 rambunctious little kids who have all grown up really well.  I guess the cheese and sardines worked.  Maybe the wish of luck wasn't for her, but for us.  

Friday, December 20, 2013

Christmas thoughts - I am a lucky woman

For my kids
For my husband of 25 years
For my dogs
For my crazy parents who made me crazy and my bros 
For my Son-In-Law
For the Abrams 
For unanswered and answered prayers (Yay God!) 
For my wondrous friends
For my new job
For my straight teeth
For my coworkers in the Q unit
For my grand-dog 
For Christmas music 

For everything and everyone in my mind that isn't coming to my mind... I love this time of year.  Lessons are always taught to me.  Each year I get a little better at listening to them. 

And I can't close without, BOOM!  Ian, I will never forget you! 

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Something is clearly wrong with him

The picture tells the tale.  25 years.
Was the night before New Years and all through the house
everyone was stirring even a mouse.  
The church was decorated by the patrons with care 
in hopes that a wedding would take place there.  
The people were dressed up all beautiful I had said 
while visions of marriage danced through their heads.  
Michael in his tux and I in my dress 
were just settling in for a go of it, more or less.  
When just a bit later there arose such a clatter, 
Michael sprang to his Jeep to see what the matter.  
Into the world they flew like a flash, 
Erica, Erin, and Emmy (they would require a lot of cash).  
Many times over the years we played in the snow, 
and I would gaze upon my man and my girls until I would glow.  
Year after year wonderous things would appear 
including many dogs, cars, happiness and tears.
Life happened, many times lively and quick
Sometimes slower, when someone was sick
The great times how rapid they came
I know I yelled and shouted and sometimes called coaches names
Now baking, and cooking, cleaning, and fixin
Building and replacing, barking and licking
To the top of their class, to hear their names called
Kick away, hit away, play away, all
We tried hard to make our way, even when inside he would whistle
And away the years flew like the down of a thistle
But I must exclaim as I am amazed to still be his wife
25 years down, let's have 25 years more of a wonderful life

Friday, December 6, 2013

The First Snow

The first snow of the season is always so fun.  It makes me happy and nostalgic.

Junior running relentlessly through the snow as if he is laughing and singing with his hair blowing in the breeze and then running upstairs and jumping under the covers.
Emmy shoveling with her dad.
The girls making snow angels.
Bundling the girls up until they couldn't move to play outside. Warming them up when they came back in.
Hot Chocolate.
Norman stuck in the way back because the snow was too high.
Seeing only Sunshine's head.
Carving out a path through the backyard so the dogs could poop.
Eating snow.  Before your mom told you what was likely in it. 
Salting the back porch so Lilly doesn't slip and hurt her bum leg.
Getting hit in the face with a tobaggan and having my braces fall off.
Icicles hanging from the roof.
Tunneling in the storm of 78 to deliver papers.
Cream horns at the bakery.
Watching snow flakes land and realizing just how beautiful they are.

Enjoy the snow.  Keep your heart warm and your memories close by.