Virginia Day ONE

Ricky went to work.  Katia went to work.  Mateo & Marluce went to school.  I worked on accounting and visited with Gloria and generally just got settled.03 15 2013 2

Nearing evening time, Gloria and I left to pick up the kids at their after school program at Majest Martial Arts studio here in Ashburn.  Each day they are picked up by a limo,(Yes, I said limo) from their elementary school and transported to the studio, where they do their homework and then have Taekwondo lessons. Back Camera

The studio is immaculate and there are tables to use for homework and different classes for all ages.  Here are my two little almost black belts (Okay, they are white belts but they have stripes!) getting ready to come home with us.

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Stopped at the store on the way home.  Gloria rented the kids a movie, which we all enjoyed, before the kids had their bedtime.

and the time WHOOSHES by …

Days fly by so fast that I can barely keep up!  Trying to get ready for my 2 week long trip to Virginia and a birthday moustache bash and still working my accounting and housework and laundry, OH MY!  Well, the 3rd birthday part for Mr Max was quite a success.  Moustaches and balloons were everywhere.  Kids were laughing and playing and Bob and Tom and Jeffry and Jamie were all kibitzing.  Mahmaw and O Canada Poppa were running back and forth making sure all of the guests were fed and recycle items picked up and in general, making the entire affaire seamless!  Kerri had everything so well thought out and executed.  Such a clever young lady!  Just look!

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complete with PB&J moustache sandwiches, Root Beer Floats and Warm Popcorn!  Max was a perfect gentleman, thanking each person for their gift and hugs all around!  On Monday, Miss Abigail came to visit and was charming as ever.  We strolled around the neighborhood and she was not shy about telling Nana what she thought when I had to stop to do something or wait for a car!

abbyCarriage 1While shopping for a snack to take on my plane trip to Virginia – I found this HUGE bag of carrots.  Just why  would someone need a 25 pound bag of carrots??  Have to think on that one.  really big carrots

My flights to Virginia were great!  Each leg I had a window seat and each leg, the aisle seat and I had the middle seat open so we could share it to hold our stuff  Bonus!  I could have sworn the guy on the 2nd leg of the flight was Anderson Cooper –  until he mentioned that he worked for Hilton Hotels!  Glad I did not ask for his autograph.

Landed at DCA Regan and Ricky was right there waiting for me.  Very late dinner at Amphora Diner and then home to hugs from Katia and Gloria and zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

my friend, KAREN

 

 

so, let me tell you just a little bit about my friend, Karen.  But first, a disclaimer.  Not sure what was happening with my hair that day, but, it is what it is.  And I hope it will never be that way again.  Back to my story …
Karen and I were telephone buddies for a few years before we even met.  She was with a soccer club on the far northwest side of Tucson and I on the far East side of Tucson.  We interacted for soccer club business and later referees and her kids and my kids and now as friends of probably 20 years and grandmothers and always, free spirits.  We have discussed everything from God and kids and husbands and the F word and cars and finances and worries to where should we meet for lunch and when should we meet for lunch and what shall we eat when we meet for lunch.  And it is during these lunches, as infrequent as they are, that we can laugh together and more often than not, listen to the concerns of one another and feel our eyes fill with tears.
We have shared gripes and sicknesses and worries and excitement over trips and other plans.  We talk about everything and anything.  In short, we are just not afraid to be ourselves – with ourselves!  I adore her daughter, and although I do not know her son nearly as well, I can see he has turned into a fine young man holding his firstborn in a black and white photo that proud mama and grandma holds up for me to see.  Her husband is witty and charming and always ready with a big bear hug.
I am not sure how we first met face to face because it seems as though I have known her all of my life.  She inspires me at the age of – well, let’s just say she is hitting a milestone this year – she has found her personal niche.  She has always been an artist since I have known her.  But now, she is quite an accomplished artist as she travels to art shows to display and sell her unique craft and to teach classes, sharing her talents with the newbie artisans.  Her art is displayed and sold at some of the boutique stores in Tucson.  Art is such a personal talent and she is very brave to put it out there for display and wait for the comments on what she has created with her heart and soul.  Did I say that she inspires me?
If you have never had the pleasure of meeting my friend, Karen Phillips, then I am sorry for what you are missing.  And if you have met Karen, when you see her next, give her a big hug and tell her that her friend says hello and what are you up to now!

Hunting for PUDDLES

 

Since Tucson had gotten (gulp) quite a bit of snow on Wednesday, Max and I decided to head out on Thursday to hunt for puddles for jumping in!  Galoshes on his feet and raincoat donned, we walked the entirety of this little neighborhood on our quest for puddle perfection.
Nana kept a watchful eye checking on traffic so as not to impede the jumping process.
  Sometimes the jumping was tested on puddles sans umbrella.
Other times, the umbrella was opened wide to deter the puddle splattering on top of the head.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We searched in the streets and on the sidewalks and in the walkways between the streets.

 

 

Max wanted to be under the umbrella while it was raining so badly (there was nary a raindrop in sight) that he sought out an RV in a neighbor’s drive and stood under the awning supports to achieve the desired rain effect as the snow melted, causing a dripping from the awning support to the umbrella protecting Max’s head.
A fairly successful morning culminating in a Nana/Max snowball fight at our little neighborhood  park with a toddler voice in the background jeering “missed me, Nana.  Missed me.”

a Guy’s day out

the morning started out with a little Max softly rising from his little bed around 7:30 and I hear
hi, Nana” and receive a perfect, albeit a bit slobbery, kiss on the cheek and a hug that would put any bear to shame!
I try to catch a few more zzzz’s as I hear the conversations between Max and his Poppa:
  I can brush my teeth by myself.
Well, I need to help you a little bit.
  But I can brush my teeth by myself.
Well, I still need to help you a little bit.
  But …
We need to get dressed because we are going to the restaurant to have breakfast with Tom.
  Max sits down on the floor, lays out his jeans with the tag on the floor and wriggles his legs in place, hops up and pulls   the jeans in place.  Picks up his clean shirt, sticks it on his head so it covers his face, and runs into the bedroom yelling “hey poppa, I’m ready!”
Max signed his own card!

 

 

After a hearty breakfast of sausage, pancakes, eggs, waffle, cantaloupe, applesauce and milk (GULP), Poppa and Max said their good-byes to Tom and headed out to the Bear Canyon Library on Tanque Verde and returned home with a brand new library card and three – count ’em – THREE books in tow.
Later, I had a client at my home office working on some accounting issues.  Max was not shy about asking “when yew done working yew wanna play with me?”  When the client mentioned that he had to go “potty”, Max mis-interpreted that to mean my client was going to use his froggy potty, and yelled out ” noooooooooooooo –  you are too BIG!”
The kid is nothing if not honest!  Such an angel !

Once Upon a Time …

There was a little blond hair blue eyed boy who wriggled his way into my heart just when I thought there would be no more babies.  There had been a miscarriage in 1970 and a first baby in 1971.  Three more miscarriages and another baby in 1976.  Another miscarriage followed.  I kept secretly wishing that I would be blessed with just one more, but really thinking that, at age 31, my baby time was finished.

So, imagine my surprise after returning home from an unbelievable week in New York City, only to find out that another blessing was going to be mine.  And he was mine.  All mine.  Until,

along came a little blond hair blue eyed girl who wriggled her way into my heart.  And his.  And there were awards ceremonies graduations and white ropes and gold ropes and scholarships and cum laude and magna cum laude and blended family gatherings and an unforgettable wedding celebration and a honeymoon in Jamaica and a new home.

Then the magic happened … a little blond hair blue eyed boy who wriggled his way into my heart followed by a tiny dark haired beauty who is already learning how to wrap me around her little finger.

Behold.  Two little Valentines who make Nana’s heart so happy!

MAX WITH HIS TOY HAMMER –
THIS KID KNOWS HOW TO SMASH THE CRACKERS TO BREAD THE PORK CHOPS!
ABBY MODELS HER NEW HAT FROM NANA & POPPA!
WATCH FOR HER IN VOGUE IN 15 YEARS!

My WEEK in Review

Almost finished Mateo’s Birthday Adventure.  While his birthday is actually on February 10th (Gee, the nicest people seem to be born in February, don’t you think?), he will actually have his Birthday Adventure, commonly known as the Escape to Arlington, on Saturday February 16th.

Here is a sneak peek:  tickets to a kids improv comedy show, dinner at the Metro 29 as featured on Diner’s Drive Ins and Dives on Food Network with Guy Fieri (we dined there several times when we lived back there and it was excellent every time!) and custom cookies from Monster Cookies being delivered to Mateo and his dinner guests!

pancakes and milk shakes and french fries, OH MY
Cha Ching has an envelope behind with the dinner money!
Mario Bros / Luigi custom cookies will be delivered to
Mateo for his guests to enjoy!

Jeffry and I were treated to Birthday Dinner at Mays Counter Chicken & Waffles – a new diner here in Tucson!  Thank you Kerri and Maxwell and Abigail for a lovely evening.

By the way, the ladies from GJHS class of ’70 and I have made a pact.  60 is as old as we are getting.  This year and every year will be my 60th.  A deal is a deal!

Maxwell and I made LUV BUGS as our Friday Family Dinner place cards this week.  I peeled off the sticky backing while Maxwell placed everything just so!  He really did a nice job and always is so proud of himself when he completes a “job”.

We also had a great idea to make the entire back patio Valentine’s Hearts.  And by the we, I mean that Max told me what color to use and where to draw the heart.  He was sick and tired of having to wipe chalk from his hands.  “You do it, Nana”.

To top off a pretty nice week, I won this beauty from ReChique on FB:
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I found this great book at OfficeMax for only $5 and Max cannot get enough of it!  Poppa has read it twice, Nana three times, and his mommy has read it four times.  This is what people in other states call a jackpot – here in Arizona it is known as a GONGA!

For the rest of the week, I have planned on playing accounting catch up!  Have a wonderful weekend, everyone!

TGIF

 

Starting a couple of weeks ago, we began Family Friday at our home.  Max spends Thursday nights with us and plays on Friday until a few hours before  Mommy and Daddy and Abby come over for Family dinner.
Max sets out the silverware on each place mat and then adds a special touch that we do as a project each week.  Last week, he colored and painted on card stock and then put adhesive letters on each one to spell out the names.  He decided what place card he would make for each person and also decided the seating order.
Today we have a special treat for each dinner guest that he is quite excited about.  Since it is top secret, I will have to wait until later tonight to share photos.
I am enjoying this Family Dinner Friday.  And if any of the other grand kids and families are ever back in Tucson on a Friday night, what a treat that would be!

Happy Birthday, Cristopher Chase!

Almost 3 years old.

Chase finds the perfect Christmas tree for his house.
2002 – Chase patiently poses for Grandma.
Visiting Tucson from North Carolina.
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at baby shower for the birth of Quinn
in Greensboro NC
The baby shower came and went. Thanksgiving was over and Christmas was just a memory. The date of January 30, 1997 was set and I thought that it would feel to me just like any other day. After all, I had delivered three babies myself. Just how exciting could this be to an “outsider”? I dressed and readied myself to go to St Joseph’s Hospital with the intention of checking in for a few moments with your Mom and Dad and then I would leave them to experience this wonder – this miracle – you!
I entered the hospital room with a basket of goodies that I made for this special day – lullaby cd’s, onesies, lotions for a very tiny you and some for your Mommy and so many other things. I gave both Cristopher and Sherrie my love and after hugs, I returned to my car in the parking lot. As I guided the car to the road, I found myself heading to your Uncle Jeffry’s school. I walked into the office and signed Jeffry out for the rest of the day. He ran to meet me in the school office and told me he was finishing an extra credit problem in Algebra and would return as soon as he turned his paper in to the teacher. I waited somewhat impatiently, tapping my fingers on the office counter and touting my story to anyone who would listen that I was going to meet my first Grandson!
Jeffry and I rushed to the hospital. While he was excited, I found myself in somewhat of a panic mode that I would not get to the hospital in time to hear the announcement of your birth. Fears were relieved as Jeffry and I walked in the room and had time to visit with your Mom and Dad before Sherrie was wheeled away by Cristopher and the attending nurses.
Within fifteen minutes, out walked my first son cuddling my first grandson in his arms. With just a simple “here he is, Mom”, He walked closer so I could get a better look and then states matter of fact that he had to get you back to the nurses so they could clean you up and check your vitals. Tears flooded my eyes so I could barely see your little face and any words I had planned on saying just got lost in my throat. Just then, Jeffry returned to the waiting area with your Grandpa in tow. I told myself that now I could go home and get back to my day, Instead, I found myself glued to the bench in front of the nursery windows; staring at you – Grandma’s tiny little blessing.
In between January 30 1997 and January 30 2013, all of our lives have taken many different turns. I have not seen you or heard your voice in four years. And now you are a young man of sixteen and I cannot even wrap my mind around that. You are in High School and have a part-time job and these facts simply astound me.
Happy Birthday, Cristopher Chase. I think of you each and every day. One day we will be together again and we will have a lot of catching up to do! Until that time, be well, be healthy and be happy. I love you, Buddy.
Your Grandma.

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Trust & Fear

 
Such complex issues and I imagine very different for every person and every family – based on experiences.  A horrific event in a family can turn one against another, spur arguments and change close relationship that you never imagined could change.  It is a sad thing when this happens; and believe me, it does happen.  I know this from personal experience.
 
Fear has a way of overshadowing trust.  Trust becomes another victim.  I am trying to realize that I have to learn from the past and be cautious, but I also must realize and reaffirm to myself, I cannot be fearful and allow my trust to wither away.  Trust is a special thing in a family – something that I deserve and something that I have earned.  Be cautious.  Be careful.  But don’t lose trust in me.  You may as well just put me in the box and drop me in a hole.  Without trust you cannot really love and nourish a relationship.  My relationships are worth the effort.
 
I have spent far too much of my 60 years living in fear and worrying “what if” and trying to fix things that I am not equipped to fix and living in a guilt ridden cloud of “why”?  I am working on the fear issue.  I am working on my guilt issues.  And I am really putting effort into my need to fix issue.  I realize I cannot change the past.  I cannot undo things that have been done.  I cannot keep wondering “what if”?  It is not good for me – mentally or physically.  And it is not good for the people I admire and love.  I cannot make people stay in love; it is not my life.  I cannot make the facts of the past fade away; people are responsible for their own actions.  I cannot make someone trust me.  Although I believe it to be a given, I am not in the other person’s mind.  You cannot force fear away – but you can put it on a shelf and not forget the past.  You cannot force trust – but you can slowly realize that most people are good and have good intentions and little by little, that trust will return.
 
I am working on it.  Truly I am.

Family Dinners

On the television show, Blue Bloods, the entire tv family enjoys (or not) a family dinner each Sunday after attending Mass.

Emily Gilmore required the attendance of her daughter and granddaughter every Friday evening for dinner.

When I was young, it was understood that Sunday dinner attendance was not just expected, but mandatory.  Not in a bad way – just a fact that Sunday dinner was at 2 pm and we all knew to gather around the table at that time.  Sunday dinners were always the best dinners.  Not only the roast beef or the traditional fried chicken or ham with the skin covered with cloves; but the conversations were lighter and school grades and homework were not mentioned.  Oh sure, the kids still always cleaned up after the big dinners, but, for some reason, we didn’t seem to mind.  And later, around 7 when our stomachs would begin to rumble, the leftovers were almost as good as Thanksgiving.

Well, now we have family dinner night and tonight was our very first one.  And so Poppa grilled chicken on the barby and I made yummy cheesy potatoes and the requisite mac ‘n cheese for Max.  Bob and Jeffry and Kerri and Maxwell found a seat at the table as I got drinks for all.   Abby cooed at her Daddy.  Conversations were varied and peppered with a little voice “excuse me excuse me excuse me” so Max could update us on the latest idea that had popped into his amazing mind.  Afterwards, Max thanks me for making a family dinner!  he melts my heart.  Maybe next Friday will be Italian food!!

This is gonna be fun.

a brand new year of MAX

Max stays at Nana’s and Poppa’s house on Thursday and spends Thursday night and all day Friday.  No matter how tired or busy we are, this little ball of fire pops in the front door each week and the house really comes alive.
It has been so cold out that I thought we should do something to get him out of the house to play.  He loves the Park Place kids play area, so that was our choice this week.  I packed a picnic lunch for Max and off we went for a couple of hours of giggles and smiles and “I’m hungry now, Nana”.
At one point, some teen girls walked by and Max turned his head to catch a glimpse of the cute girls.  Poppa asked him if Max thought they were pretty.  “Oh yes”.  When Poppa posed the question, which one is your favorite, Max replied ” I like the big big tall one!”
He spies the little fountain and the coins dotting the bottom.  “Why is money in there?”  I explained that people make a wish and then toss in a coin and maybe sometimes their wish will come true.  I gave him a couple of pennies and a dime and held onto him as he expressed his first wish “I wish for an OWL” and in went the coin.  After leaving the mall, Max  and I are waiting for Poppa to bring the car around, and Max spreads his arms as wide as he can and states to everyone around “This is the best time ever ever ever!”
Back at home, I asked Max how three little cars “stuck” together.  “Well, Nana, they have mag-a-nets, and the problem is, you have to put them back to back”.  Can I remind everyone that this is from a TWO year old??

Before bedtime, Poppa and Max shared a relaxing read.

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welcome 2013

Not an ornament left in the house.  Santa rug rolled up and stored.  Garland and tinsel packed away in matching bins with red lids (what else?).   Sleepless in Seattle on the television, and although I could recite most of that movie from memory, I am drawn to watch it anytime it is on.  It soothes me.  It puts my mind at rest and buries all of the anxieties I have at the moment.  Same with You’ve Got Mail, When Harry Met Sally, Mystic Pizza and Steel Magnolias.  So goes my day of relaxation. 
 
This is the first day of the new year.  What 2013 will bring my way is a mystery and I just have to wait and see how the story will go.  I am waiting with an open mind and willing heart and hope.
 
Thanks for dinner. I’ve never seen potatoes cooked like that before.

2012 in retrospect …

in January I received a video of my beautiful granddaughter, Marluce in her ballerina glory.
and my handsome grandson, Mateo,  on keyboard!
My hubby survived another back surgery – not without some scary issues during his hospital stay, causing Jeffry and I to panic a bit and making unscheduled trips to TMC.  We even brought home a small plastic container of now unnecessary hardware and bolts and screws and rods which still reside in one of his tool boxes as a souvenir, I guess.  5 weeks later, Bob was admitted to UMC to remove one of his kidneys for cancer.  We were lucky as the cancer was completely enclosed inside the failed kidney and there was no need for any further treatment.  Once again, there were breathing and heart rate complications which had Jeffry and I running back and forth again.  I cannot describe how that feels to be summoned by the hospital while a nurse matter of factly states “I think you should come here now”.  Scared is way too mild of a word.
Bob and I retrieved the old 1969 Rahleigh Robin Hood side by side tandem bike and put it back together.  Our plans are to restore  refurbish these and paint one black and paint one white for engagement/wedding/anniversary photo shoots.  Of course, here it is, December 31st and we haven’t even started.  But, we still have plans!

 

In February, I was able to steal a couple of photos of my Grandson, Cristopher Chase and Granddaughter, Quinn Ariana from my ex daughter in law’s facebook site.  Then she blocked me, but not before I stole a few more.  I would love to spend time with them and include them in family events, but that is not to be, so I take what I can steal er, get!  Chase is 15 in this photo and Quinn is 5.  Chase looks like his dad and Quinn looks so much like Tristan did at that same age.
Marluce recreated Helen Reddy’s “I am Woman” as she pumps gas in the car in Virginia.
 Hey, is that even legal??

 

 

 

 

Mateo’s 8th Birthday Adventure!  Mateo has a passion for all things weather and absolutely loves watching the weather channel and learning about tornadoes and hurricanes and anything else to do with the weather.  So, we thought this would be an ideal birthday adventure for him.

 

In March, Maxwell turned 2 and his mommy and daddy threw a huge birthday bash with lots of guests and food and a bazillion balloons.  Safe to say that all of us had a wonderful time, but none more than the Birthday Boy himself.

Marluce and Mateo always enjoy getting packages in the mail – and Grandma here always enjoys sending them.  Happy Easter with lots of Love!

 

 

 

 

Marluce turned 6 years old on March 30th, and her birthday adventure was customized just for her!

On April 5th, we quietly celebrated our 41st wedding anniversary.  We didn’t need a big hoopla.  Just each other.  (an excerpt from my life story)

If memory serves, September 5, 1967 was the first day of high school and the first time we met. You were a tough looking street kid with a smart-assed attitude. I am not sure just why I was drawn to you at the time, but I was. I was modest and not at all street-wise and obviously reared in an entirely different environment than you experienced. You clearly showed an interest in me with your playful glances and funny comments. My older brother, Jay, put it this way: “here you were, Miss Polly Pure Heart and along came this James Dean wanna be with cigarettes rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve and a beer in hand. Of course you were going to fall for him.”
To say you did not always attend first hour geometry class would be an understatement of immense proportion. To put it in plain speak, you rarely attended most classes. I found myself distracted when you were not in Geometry class. It was the only class we ever had together and even though geometry was a difficult subject for me to grasp (and still is), I felt more confident and at ease when you actually did show up for class. I guess even then, barely knowing each other, you somehow made me feel comfortable and protected. I tried not to let you see that side of me, but I think you had it all figured out. And, yes, I did know that you stared at my legs most of the class time.
I often wondered why you never finished your sophomore year. I know you did not experience the support of a family at home. Looking back, I think you were lost and possibly felt you had nothing to offer high school and high school had nothing to offer your life. You worked. You drank way too much. You dated the wrong girls (well, of course I would say that) and you wandered. I never even realized in my naiveté, there was even a choice on attending school. It was a given in my life and I never thought of it any other way. You, like geometry, were a foreign concept. I am not sure that I have ever figured you out completely.   (more)    gdovin girl

 

 

 

 

 

 Easter was such a fun day as we entertained family and friends.  Guests were on the back patio and in the house and on the front yard swing – eating, laughing and playing with the little ones.

 

Mother’s Day was celebrated at the Doubletree Sunday Buffet with the Mundle Family and the lil Gardners.  After the scrumptious buffet, Maxwell and I took a walk on the beautiful green grounds to work off a few calories.

My first grandchild, Tristan Lee became engaged to Drake Shumaker in Farmville Virginia.  So happy for them both and looking forward to meeting a new grandson in law.  This little girl (yes, she is still a little girl to me) deserves all of the love and happiness that comes her way.  I love you so much, Sassy Marie!

In June, Max got to show off his computer savvy while Poppa was not around!

 

Max receives July mail in his very own mailbox!  And he shows off  his bounty!

 

 

 

 

 

I wish I could have attended Marluce’s first official Yard Sale in August in the backyard of her home in Ashburn Virginia.  I am sure I would have found something that I needed to purchase.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Katia and Kiddies –  smiles and hugs.
And the be all and end all of the month of August …

Max continues his culinary career with his signature dish of milk, crackers, cereal grapes and strawberries.  I think we all see, the Next Iron Chef.

 

Early September, Bob and I worked on laying a laminate maple flooring in the kitchen/dining area of the little house.  Max decided to assist us placing the planks the way he thought they should go.  After a hard days work, he relaxed in a livingroom tent.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mid September was a great getaway to Oceanside California for the beach wedding of Kyle Harvey & Megan Mundle.  Lots of fun activities, a beautiful wedding and a surprise baby shower for Kerri filled the entire week and I enjoyed every moment of the time.  We shared a condo with the lil Gardners which was a little piece of  heaven compared to staying in a hotel room.  And the additional time playing with Max was just an added bonus.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We spent a day in October at the Agua Linda Farm.  Went thru the pumpkin patch and climbed on the hay bales.  We had a picnic and watched Max ride a horse for the very first time.  We walked thru the petting zoo and made friends with the billy goats.  A perfect way to kick off the fall season.

November brought the most amazing reason to give thanks … she is petite and opinionated and loved and her name is Abigail Anne; Abby to us.  The sweetest little bundle ever.

 

 

 

Thanksgiving in Virginia has Marluce slaving away in the kitchen making her first pumpkin pie.

 

While my retro Flair oven contributed to Thanksgiving dinner at the Mundle home.

Family and Friends enjoyed a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner at Chris & Maggie’s with beautiful Tucson weather in their gorgeous and inviting backyard.

 

 

 

 

After returning to Tucson, we finally resumed our annual Holiday Open House hosting around 26-30 guests during an early evening.  Food was aplenty and catching up with people we love and rarely get the time to see.  Got caught up so much in our guests, totally forgot to take any photos.  Now THAT is a first for us.  We so enjoyed all of the company and conversation and funny stories. Next year – lots of photos!
I won’t repost my recent Christmas Eve events since I just posted, but suffice it to say it goes down in my holiday history as one of the best ever.  I am still smiling.   Christmas Day was a relaxing day of early morning visits with the kids and Mundles and Max and Abby while Maggie served scrumptious french toast and Max opened gifts.  Max, taking some time to show his gifts to his audience, enjoyed each and every moment.   Received a really nice phone call from Ricky which is always a treat.  Later on, a yummy honey baked ham dinner at Chris and Maggie’s with Matt and the kids and grandbabies topped off a wonderful Christmas 2012.

 

 

 

 

 

 And now, as 2013 is almost upon us, we hope for a healthier New Year for Bob and friends and family needing hope.  We wish to be able to reconnect with family members in the summer in Colorado.  And most of all, we wish for a gentler world this coming year.  It could happen.

what a nice way to spend CHRISTMAS eve

Finishing a midnight shower, I emerge in a towel wrap and my wet hair upon my head only to come face to face with …Mateo?  I honestly could not speak and finally, after staring at the poor kid for what seemed like minutes, I was able to spit out “how did you get here?”  “Hi Grandma!  We drove here.”

I look over on the sofa and there sits a very travel weary Katia and her mom, Gloria.  Katia explained that she and her mom had left northern Virginia on Friday and had been switching driving back and forth allowing one of them to relax and catch a bit of sleep.  Nevertheless, they set aside their physical discomfort and allowed us a good memory of a most special Christmas Eve!

Thus began excited conversations about do you know what grades we are in, Grandma?” and about how long it takes to drive through the huge state of Texas.  In the meantime, Mateo makes himself a peanut butter and JAM (not jelly) sandwich to enjoy with a big glass of cold milk.  Over an hour passed so very quickly and it was difficult not to hold them and hug them every second of the visit.
Marluce always gets smiley faces from her first grade teacher, Mr Meehan.  When asked if she ever gets in trouble for talking in class she offended-ly replies absolutely not because then I would lose points!  Tears pool in my eyes and my heart thumps a bit when she tells me “sometimes I will be somewhere and I will think, I wish Grandma was with me”.
Mateo is quite excited to be getting taller and talks about being in the “upper grade levels” , which, by the way, is third grade!  He is such a sweet and gentle boy and quite demonstrative when he relays stories and thoughts.  He tells me about weather events telling me about the earthquake a year ago in the DC area that they felt “clear over in Ashburn.  I was in the basement and Mom was in the middle floor and I felt shaking and thought that Mom had fallen down.”  We all grin as Katia has never been overweight and Katia states that perhaps she was heavier then – an inside joke for the grownups.  Again I get hugs and heartfelt “I love you Grandma.  I miss you.”   Snacks eaten.  Conversations ended.  And about 1:30 a.m., Katia and Gloria need to get driving to get to California in time to have even just a bit of Christmas Eve. 

 Hugs and Kisses and more hugs before walking them to the truck.  Driving off I hear their still little kid voices “I love you Grandma.  Good-bye.  Until next time!”  My heart is so full that I can barely sleep for a few hours.  Thank you Gloria.  Thank you Katia.  Best Christmas Eve ever!!

After a few hours sleep, a few more hours of accounting and a bit of relaxing, we are off to meet Maxwell and family so Max and Abby can receive their Christmas Eve packages from Nana and Poppa.   Max was more than happy to open his package of pj’s, and Mickey Mouse and new book and then happily opens Abby’s!  Mommy read both kids books to them before they donned snuggly pajamas and went to bed to await the arrival of Santa.  So much fun to share this tradition with Max and the newest addition – little miss Abby!
Back home after enjoying some Christmas Lights.  Tomorrow is Christmas!
 Happy birthday to baby Jesus.

special Christmas MEMORIES

For several years, Kristine Moulton and I were neighbors in Grand Junction, but more importantly,  close friends.  Today I was tidying from the holiday open house party the other night and as I was placing the leftover cookies just so on the festive table covering and filling the little sleigh with napkins and plates to be used during the rest of the season, it suddenly dawned on me where I got these ideas.
Anyone who knew my mother, will tell you I did NOT get these ideas from her.  My mother’s idea of Christmas decorating was helping with the tree and maybe tossing some little silver icicles over the Denver Broncos clock.  No.  Decorating was never my mother’s forte.  I could not count how many times I would try and rearrange the ornaments on the tree after everyone else went to bed.  It always proved difficult to make the tree look full of ornaments since mom always insisted on getting trees that had a foot of space between the branch layers because it was easier to hang the ornaments.  Seriously?  I could have hung our stockings on some of those trees and they would never have touched another branch!  This is not a photo of our tree, but it may as well have been.

Now, Dorothy Moulton (Kristine’s mom) knew how to spread Christmas throughout her house!  I loved going over almost anytime in December to see the large portrait of her dad replaced by the same size portrait of Santa.  The outside of the home was never Mrs. Moulton’s focus.  But the inside …  even walking through the back door and into the kitchen there were little vignettes in the dining area and the living room consisting of tea sets of hot tea and cookie trays on glass dishes and not the Melmac plates that our family with six kids used.  Hot chocolate seemed to be always waiting and ready for any guest to enjoy.  I was always fascinated by the little offerings and bits of  Christmas decor here and there and tucked into little corners where you would least expect.  And all throughout the living areas you could smell the cinnamon and the chocolate.  It was heaven!
And those memories are always in the back of my mind when I set out decorations and holiday treats.  And when someone comments and admires any of my Christmas decor, I kinda silently thank Dorothy Moulton.  The Sassy neighbor lady with the blond hair professionally piled atop her head; with the pure golden soprano voice; with the impeccable flair of dresses and high heels and jewelry.   Thank you for the inspiration, Mrs. Moulton!  And Merry Christmas wherever you are.

Rainy Day FUN

Max’s mommy makes home made play dough (with sparkles) and it was just the thing to brighten up a rainy day inside with a stir crazy 2 year old!

We used the rolling pin, slotted spoons to make a flower design, and plastic food items from Mini Max’s Mart to make textures and designs.  It is safely stored in an airtight container for next visit!

POPCORN & Christmas Lights

When Max got here this morning, I told him that we were going to make popcorn and get on our jammies and drive around to look at lights tonight.

pjs – check
jacket – check
crocs – check

When?  Now?
No – when the sky gets darker.

Why?
Well, when it is dark, the lights are prettier and we can see them better.

Later in the day …
Nana!  Ready to go and see the Christmas lights?  I’m so excited!
  Well, it is only lunchtime, buddy.  Still have to wait until the sky gets dark.
 Why?
   Well, when it is dark, the lights are prettier and we can see them better.

At the dinner table …
The sky is getting dark, Nana!  Are you ready to go and see the lights?
Well, we have to finish eating dinner first and then clean up and then we can go.
  Why?  I love Christmas lights Nana!

Popcorn is popped. Car seat is buckled.  Christmas music is on the radio.  Poppa is behind the wheel.

We drive to Mamaws neighborhood and I hear Max say “this is Oh Canada Poppa’s house”.  We turn the corner on to the next block and I ask “Max, what lights do you see now?”  The only response is a gentle baby-ish snoring coming from the back seat.

So much for driving around and seeing Christmas Lights!

Hey, are you gonna eat that?

deLIGHTfully MAX

Abby is settling in her new home with Mommy on leave from work for a couple more months.  Keeping Max on his normal schedule is his parent’s priority.  They are so smart!  So, Monday and Tuesday, Max will continue to spend quality time with Oh Canada Poppa (or Chris Mundle as we know him).  Wednesday, Max attends Catalina Methodist Day School in the 2 year old class.  Poppa (Bob) picks Max up from his home on Thursday mornings and he spends all day Thursday, Thursday night and all day Friday at Nana’s and Poppa’s house.
Some highlights from this week:
Max, let’s get your underwear changed before bedtime.
  he immediately whips off his big boy underwear and tosses them on the floor.
Nana, first let’s do the naked baby dance!
  Max was supposed to be napping, but I kept hearing thuds and bumps.  Max is wide-eyed and innocent as I walk into the room, almost catching him in mid-air as he was jumping on his bed.
What’s going on in here, Max?
Hi, Nana.  ummmm, why are you in here, Nana
I had to pick up some things at Target and Max wanted to be my trusty assistant.  We piled his personal shopping cart into the back of the Hyundai, secured Max in his car seat and off we went to get some groceries and household items.  The ooohs and the ahhhhhs were in abundance, and I will admit that I was the hero of the shopping grandma’s for letting Max push his own cart and fill it to the brim with items from the shopping list and not.  When we got to the checkout, Max insisted on piling his cart items on the black belt slowly moving toward the cashier.  I notice a package of cheese and chicken chimichungas go past me into the hands of the cashier and deposited into my shopping bag.  Hmmm.  Odd.  I did not remember picking that package, but no matter.  Hmmmmm.  A Sesame Street Coloring and Activity book.moving past me on the black belt.  All of the sudden, a familiar little voice proudly announces to the cashier directly behind us “Look what I bought for myself!”
And while taking him home to Abby, he directs Poppa while driving, turn here – on Fon du Lac.  This kid is TWO.  And Fon du Lac is NOT the street where he resides, rather the street LEADING to the street of his address.  Maxwell never ceases to amaze me!

as the years fly BY

Before our first child was even born, I began saving.  Just little things.  Notes from a friend; cards from special people in my life; movie tickets from a favorite show – just stuff like that.  I thought it would be fun for the kids and grand kids to look thru after I am gone and enjoy making up their own stories of why this note or what did the teacher mean by that?  One cubbie contains a note from 5 year old Jeffry to me somewhat as follows:  “dear mom.  Ricky would not let me have a peice of my candie and you said I cud have it so will you plese talk to him about this?’  Just a small example of the fun stuff I have saved.

I have stored them all in little plastic boxes with lids and labeled by the years since 1970.  I walked into Home Goods and voila!  This had to be made especially for me!  I mean, why else would I come face to face with such a piece of memorabilia furniture!  And what a price at only $199.  Alas, I walked away from the cabinet with a heavy heart.  I will hate it when I go back in that store and see that someone else with the same vision has taken it home.

I may even cry.

trick or TREAT

Oct 2003 Kerri & Connie at a Halloween Concert in Tucson
We picked up a couple of Wizards after the concert.
Really never was much of a big Halloween fan.  Oh, when I was a child I was a huge fan just because I had a ton of dance costumes to choose from recitals – so what to wear was never a problem.  And since it was back in the 50’s and 60’s, we could roam for hours by ourselves collecting candy from strangers with no worries.  We knew which houses to hit first as they always gave out real size candy bars!  One Halloween, Mom made all of the fixings for popcorn balls of all colors.  Kids could come right inside the kitchen (front door wide open) and plunk down their bags and take off their coats and dig in to the warm gooey popcorn concoction and make their own treat adding bits of candy or nuts or even fresh coconut.  When they were done, Mom would hand them a flat sheet of waxed paper (Saran wrap back then – never heard of it) and they could roll it around to cover their own home made treat and shove it in their bag.  it was okay to grab a handful of the popcorn all warm and gooey and pop it in your mouth to tide you over during your long night of making the rounds.
Another year, Dad decided that we would all make homemade pulled taffy.  We would make our way walking backwards across the kitchen with warm taffy strung from our hands to Mom or Dad’s hands.  It was a constant motion of pulling the taffy one direction and then the other with buttery hands until it reached the perfect consistency.  Mom would cut the taffy rope into pieces with scissors and we would wrap the little pieces in torn wax paper.  If they were so inclined, kids and adults alike had an open invitation to join in the fun to make their own.  And lots did.
Oct 1998 a 6 year old Tristan sans costume sorts out her bounty at our dining table.
Many other Halloweens followed with carmeled apple make your own treat night.  Our home was turned into a haunted house by my parents and Al & Dorothy LaCount, complete with scary music and cold spaghetti brains and peeled grape eyeballs and jello-y guts.  Even though Janet and I had watched the entire thing come together, we still got creeped out when actually going thru the dark house.  When I got home from trick or treating and was tired and ready for bed, that proved impossible as the adults had turned all 4 bedrooms, the family room, dining and living room and kitchen – all into scary little dark rooms.  So, I made my way to my bedroom and dug my pillow from the closet where it had been stashed in order to make the scary guts and blood room – made my way to one of the bathrooms and sat in the dry tub, pillow propped up on the edge and tried to get some sleep in between the screams of terrorized neighbors!
October 2004 baby Mateo visits his first ever Pumpkin Patch and tries a taste of straw!

 

October 2007 Katia and little princess Marluce
When I had kids of my own, I was horrible at making costumes.  Did not have a sewing talent to my name and no imagination whatsoever.  So the poor kids were relegated to being clowns or hobos or Fonzie.  When Jeffry was in Taekwondo and would be testing for his black belt at the tender age of 8, he firmly reminded me that his Taekwondo gi was NOT to be used as a Halloween costume.  Orders from Master Rex Veeder!  Hmmm.  Apparently Master Veeder was aware of my past costume endeavors.
Jeffry inherited his mother’s talent for costumes. 
 I have had other memorable and enjoyable Halloweens as well.  Halloween dinners on the driveway at the Dunham house …
October 2003 at the Dunham halloween Spooktacular Dinner
Enjoying the Tucson Zoo Halloween night with Tristan and Chase … Tristan had my phone headset and was a Rock ‘n Roller and Chase was skull to toe bones dressed as a skeleton.  We toured the Zoo, watched dancers, got lots of candy and treats and were exhausted by the time we got back to Grandma’s to spend the night.
And we just had a visit from Thomas Train.  Nana (me!) decorated the little front yard just for him as we had ZERO trick or treaters.  Sign of the times, I guess.
Yeah – still not so much of a halloween fan – but with Grandkids and friends and family in the picture – well, what could be better than that?

agua linda FARM in amado arizona

Jeffry, Kerri, Max, Bob and I took a little trip to the Agua Linda Farm in Amado Arizona – about an hour south of Tucson.  They advertised a pumpkin festival for the month of October.  We had such a great time.  Maxwell had his first ever pony ride – on a really big pony!  We climbed a haystack, watched Max bounce, went on a hayride, had a picnic and lots more!  I highly recommend it for any family wanting a fun family outing!
And that was our day at the Farm!  We’ll be back.

mr AND mrs

a few photos from the wedding of Megan Mundle and Kyle Harvey that we were so honored to attend in Oceanside California.

Maggie’s special touches really made a unique and fun wedding!
 Kerri designed the guest book, which was really a beautiful photo album
 with open spaces for guest notes and signatures.  Quite clever!
 
 

 

Congratulations and Best Wishes for a long and happy Marriage!

all that really belongs to us is TIME

Remember watching old black and white shows and the pages of the calendar would go wooshing by to show time passing quickly?  Well, another calendar page just wooshed by today and I feel as though I am back in a black and white movie bobbing and weaving to miss those flying pages!  September – already.  So we have been back in Tucson for over a year now and even that doesn’t seem possible.  My eldest grandchild turned 20 today.  She is no longer a child, but a young lady engaged to be married in the Spring.  Maxwell already communicates like a 5 year old most of the time and watching Mateo and Marluce on skype or in photos makes me think my life is in fast forward.

We have so much happening in the next few months:  Kerri’s sister, Megan is getting married in California in two weeks and we are honored to be invited.  We plan on spending a week out there just RELAXING.  In November, baby girl Gardner will greet us just before the Thanksgiving holiday – which reminds me that the Christmas holiday will not be far behind.  Granddaughter #1, Tristan, will be getting married on St Patricks Day which will mean another short vacation for us and hopefully a visit with Mateo and Marluce as well.

I want to take my time and make these wonderful events last for a bit.

S-L-O-W down time!  You move too fast.

I want to make the morning last.
Just kicking down the cobble stones.
Looking for fun and feelin’ groovy.
Hello lamppost,
What cha knowing?
I’ve come to watch your flowers growing.
Ain’t cha got no rhymes for me?
Doot-in’ doo-doo,
Feelin’ groovy.

Got no deeds to do,
No promises to keep.
I’m dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep.
Let the morning time drop all its petals on me.
Life, I love you,
All is groovy.

I wanna be Groovy!

MACKINAC Island, Michigan

I believe this will be our next vacation (besides the 2013 Family Reunion).

I heard about this island a few years ago and could not remember the name.  Now I have found it and bookmarked it!  There are no motorized vehicles allowed on this island.  Very quaint downtown and old fashioned carriage rides and dancing in the Grand Hotel!  Sounds good to me.

and so IT goes

Sometimes life is planned out and sometimes those plans don’t work.  Bob met with his potential kidney donor this morning and the donor is unable to participate in the transplant.  His doctors have advised against it and his family was uncomfortable with the procedure.  Completely understandable.

We are blessed in just knowing that this man has been poked and prodded and questioned for the past year – all to help a friend.  Yes, there ARE people like that in the world.  Bob knows one!

And so we go on with life and work and family and friends.  Bob is able to complete his daily dialysis routine through the night right in our home.  We can pick up the machine and travel (the airlines HAVE to allow the machine on board and CANNOT charge you for the additional carry on!!).  Bob is back to work at a less stressful job (Ventana tire on Sunrise & Kolb) has already been promoted to Manager and has made such a financial impact on the company that their CPA and Owner have called him several times to congratulate him on sales.  We have a new grand baby on the way for Thanksgiving and healthy grand babies back east.

I am busy with work and fixing up the little house and accounting clients and Camp Nana with Max two days a week.  He spends the night and I can count on waking up with a mini-flash lite shining in one eye and a little voice saying “wake up Nana – it’s morning time”.

We are planning on way more family/friend get togethers overflowing the tiny house!  Already planning one for September!  Also excited to attend megan and Kyle’s Wedding in Oceanside mid-September.  We have extended our trip for a week long stay and will meet up with more family to enjoy.

Thanks to everyone for the queries and good wishes and prayers.  Upward and Onward.

why?

When I was a mere 5 years old, I knew that whatever happened, my Mom could fix it.  If something broke – she could glue it.  Something tore – Mom could sew it.  When a knee was scraped – she would apply Merthiolate and blow away the burning before she kissed it and made it all better.  When a heart was broken – she could hold me in a big hug on the sofa and let me watch soap operas with her, and after watching all of the woes on those shows, I forgot all about my sorrow.  Later on, of course, I realized that Mom couldn’t really fix everything, but I thought for sure my same abilities that my children experienced as little ones, would last forever.
That was until they were about 6 and I came to realize that I was powerless over many things.  Oh, sure, I could glue things and Neosporin knees and help fill in some homework.  But for the things that really mattered, my powers were useless.
This realization has somewhat paralyzed me.  For I am a fixer.  I was a junior high Ann Landers.  I was a high school Dr Phil.  And now I have lost my powers – my magical power to fix is gone.  And I hate the feeling.

that’s WHAT you missed!

After and in between accounting client duties, I worked on kitchen cabinets and while doing so I added some glass tiles because nobody would expect that and then I finished polishing up the vintage stove

 
and after and in between working on the kitchen I attended to accounting business and since Megan was arriving in town I completely tore apart the first design of her card case and re-made it with
hand-made paper and charms and distressed but
not too shabby and rather more chic and then
Max came over and spent the night but before
he went to bed we made a Yankee Doodle
Dandy stick with lots of red and white and blue and bells to make noise and a pinwheel to go around and of course last but not least the American flag because I could not find one that was half USA and half Canadian but Max would always resort back to the Wheels on the Bus song instead of Yankee Doodle Dandy and then the next morning he woke me up with a soft little voice saying wake up Nana, the sun in shining and so I did and then he ate breakfast and we played cars and then we played puzzle and then we read two books and then he climbed on my lap and watched videos of himself on my phone and after lunch his Meema and Aunt Megan came over to pick him up for a swimming excursion and then I accounted and laundered and painted and cleaned up and missed Megan’s bridal shower because I chipped my tooth and will not go out of the house until my dental appointment to have it repaired and that’s what you missed on Glee – er, Connie!

here comes the BRIDE

I have watched this little girl on the soccer field with ponytail swishing back and forth.  I have heard her con big sister into taking her babysitting jobs.  I watched her make silly goo goo eyes at her boyfriend (now fiance).  And now she is a Registered Nurse in DC, an amazing Auntie and soon to be Bride.  So, I was honored when the Bride’s Mother asked me to decorate the card case for the wedding.  I hope this will fit the bill for her more chic than shabby beach wedding in September.
If not, there is nothing that cannot be changed!
07 19 2012 card box back 07 19 2012 card box end 1 07 19 2012 card box top09 16 2012 Card Box & Guest Book designed by Kerri Anne

(The fabric color did not show well in this photo, but is a soft seaform-ish green.)

a Tribute to Mom’s Kitchen

I love vintage.  I love ALL things vintage.  So, when I saw a 1960’s Frigidaire Flair stove for sale, what else could I do but bring her home with me?  This particular unit is fairly rough!  Going to take quite a bit of elbow grease, a bit of electrical work, priming and painting the cabinet not to mention the amount of time, to get this in perfect up and running shape.
The bottom cabinet doors were removed and are residing in the dumpster.  Today I spent over 2 hours just cleaning the smaller oven.  The results were worth it.  Now, Max is napping and Nana is hopping in a nice hot shower!  Ahhhhhh.
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          larger oven before cleaning …                                                       smaller oven after!

Easter 2012

What a wonderful Easter!  Lots of friends and family over (fifteen guests) Lots of food and Lots of great conversation.  And with Maxwell here for our entertainment – what could be better?  When you add Easter wishes from FB friends and family and a call from Texas sister, Robin (just like the old days where we compare what we are cooking for the holiday) a funny card from the Hubs – a successfully happy holiday indeed!

Clay and Gwen
 New Daddy Clay shows off his baby beauty, Little Miss Gwenyth.
Monica and Gwen 2
Gwenyth, sportin’ the Easter headband and getting a bit of spoiling from
Grandma Monica and Grandpa Dave (not pictured)
LeAna and Gwen 1
Mommy LeAna and baby Gwenyth.
Max and Gwen 1
Max gets in on the photo op with cousin Gwenyth.
Peeps
Deviled Egg Peeps – gone completely awry!
!
Max and screen a
Maxwell explains to new friend Owen, the importance of closing the screen
 (sometimes before you are out of the way!)

Another week passes me by …

The kitchen island top re-do is almost done.  Not perfect – but what an improvement!  Granite tile and many times of removing some tiles and re-installing some of the trim – we have some touch ups, one corner, and caulking between the wood trim and the tiles – but it is still really nice.

So looking forward to hosting an Easter dinner for friends and family!

Max spent Thursday and Friday with us again this week.  Today, he helped Nana shop for Easter dinner – even brought his own cart!

Celebrated our 41st anniversary on the 5th with a letter to the hubs!
41 years ago at 7 pm, two teenagers stood in the Church of God in Grand Junction.  Pastor Todd officiated a short ceremony in front of a few friends scattered in the pews.  I do not even remember what he was saying – I guess I was too concerned with the child inside of me and what was next in our lives together.
Since then, we have lost babies and family and friends.  We have lost books and love letters and a piano and photos and perspective and even sometimes our way and so much more.  Since then we have built careers and houses and backyard decks and friendships and gardens.  We have gained knowledge and daughters and sons and a deeper relationship and love of others and even a little respect.  We have seen Victoria BC and Puerto Vallarta Mexico and Nassau Bahamas and lots of stage plays and young sons in school productions and our youngest sporting the gold ropes at high school graduation and our oldest granddaughter lip syncing to “oops I’ve done it again”.  We laughed at Cristopher imitating the walk of Charlie Callas and at Ricky jumping up on the table at Dairy Queen to sing like Rosie singing like Elvis and at Jeffry performing Cuban Pete boom chicky boom, boom chicky boom, boom chicky boom.  We were blessed to hear Tristan attempting a kindergarten singing career and seeing Chase just a few moments old and watching preemies Mateo and Marluce blossom into healthy and happy kids, and listening over the phone to hear the first cries of Quinn and getting text messages from Megan updating us on the birth of Maxwell and hearing his little cries.  We have loved each other and our children and grandchildren and each other even more and dear friends and going on dates and seeing new places and each other even more.  We have felt the pain of loss and the fear of the future and the sadness that comes with family crisis and the realization that some things will just never be.  But we have felt the pride in our family and the joy of new babies and the unimaginable appreciation of a prospective kidney donor and the peace that comes with security in love and the dreams of what lie ahead.  All of this has been ours.  Together.  I cannot imagine it any other way.
Hard to believe those two teenagers with a baby on the way, pledging their love in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, forsaking all others until death us do part, beat the odds.  I dream of more travel and future babies to cuddle and being with family and watching sunsets and all of this,  Together.
  Happy Anniversary honey.  I love you oodles.

a look back at my Week

In Virginia, Marluce and Mateo show off their Easter treats I sent to them. Apparently the calendar is different in Virginia and they are on Easter Treat savings time!! Max has not been introduced to a lot of candy, etc. I needed some large plastic eggs to hide for him on Easter Sunday Dinner, and the only ones I could find were ones holding lots of candies. I bought the eggs. Dumped all of the candy into the Easter box I was sending to Ashburn, and I got no complaints from the Virginia Gardners!

03 29 2012

Max spends Thursday and Thursday nights with us during the kids kickball season.  Daddy picks him  up on Friday afternoons.  Never a dull moment with Maxwell!

Max:   (seeing me drop something) Dammit Dammit

me:    oh, don’t say that word.

Max:    Dammit Dammit Dammit

(Nana & Poppa decide to ignore, thinking it will stop)

Max:   Dammit Dammit Dammit
Max:   I sleeping at Bob & Connie’s

Bob:   Call me Poppa or Poppy.  You do not call me Bob

Max:    Ahhhh Dammit Bob!

Friday morning we visited the local Farmer’s Market at Jesse Owens Park, bought Max some organic jam, played on the slides, and then took in breakfast/brunch at a local cafe which, due to the absolute ickiness of my food, shall remain nameless.
Max stands up in the wooden high chair.
Me:  Maxwell, you sit down before you fall.
Max straightens his arms and pulls them behind him.
Max:  I am a birdie.  I flying!
03 30 2012

Meanwhile, back in Virginia, Marluce Andrea turns 6 years old and is treated to a tiara, feather boa, and a pedicure and manicure.  Nothing like a day of beauty!  03 30 2012 MarluceMe?  Well, I spent my days and evenings working on my client accounting, and trying to finish the kitchen island tile work before Easter dinner!

Started design work on my newest Wedding Collection “once Upon a Time”.   I would love to hear your comments!

Recipe 2 from the Grandma Tabor files

Fish Balls

O.K. (Fish Balls,) cod, boiled potatoes, cayenne pepper, egg, butter. mashed together and formed into balls and fried. Kind of bland but yet addicting, next time will use citrus and or cocktail sauce, onions garlic and pepper.       Jane and Mark

Okay, Jane.  I could do without the cayenne pepper and citrus.  But add all of the rest of that stuff and send over!  – C

cod balls

A couple of Months Ago

I was still unpacking from all of the bins now moved from the storage company to our garage/carport.  I came across a very old cloth/cardboard little file box filled to the brim with recipes used by Grandma Tabor.  My sweet sister-in-law, Jane, was attending culinary school at the time (she has since graduated) and I thought she would enjoy rummaging through this vintage treasure.  I mailed it to her and she was tickled.  For 2012, she decided that each week, she would pull a random recipe card and no matter what the recipe, she would cook it for dinner.  Here was her first result:
O.K. the first random recipe out of Grandmas box, scalloped oysters, tasted good followed, exactly, except for margarine instead of butter on account of heart attacks, we had a hard time picturing Grandma eating these………..next time will add some kind of citrus…………
 Jane and Mark
Oh, THIS is going to be fun!  They are way more adventurous eaters than me.  Ewwwww – oysters!  Have fun Mark and Jane!

Upward and Onward

I have decided to take life a bit easier for 2012.  I am closing my ETSY shoppe, combining my Family Tree with my Blog and any other thing I have going on will go on my blog.  I will keep my Zazzle site as I love to design cards and post my blog entries on FB.  It will take a bit of time to transfer the postings but stay tuned for the new and improved blog of everything you ever wanted to know about what I keep in my mind – but were afraid to ask!  2012.  Bring it on!

Christmas Past

The Christmas lights are down.  Wreaths are wrapped and stored.  Ornaments fill an entire storage tub and all 98 glass icicles which adorned the petite four and a half foot tree (yes, with about 50 ornaments as well – and you could still see just a smidgen of green) have been carefully wrapped and placed in the bin.  I love my icicles, which is testament to the fact that I have only lost 2 in the past 8 years!  All of Christmas is stored in identical clear containers with red lids, save for the computer generated labels.  My holiday style purse has been put in storage and exchanged for another favorite from the Leesburg Charming Charlies!
On to my next projects:  finish painting the facade of the condo and organizing all of the garage in color coded bins! 
That’s right.  I am going to replace bins so that if I am looking for my winter clothes or my crafts, search for the pink bins, and voila!  Some say OCD. 
I say organized!




a girl can dream … 

Eyes Closed: Mind Open; Heart Ready

I am jumping on the 365 day challenge bandwagon.  I have yet to decide on the exact topic, to be determined by January 1, 2012.  And beginning on that date – rain or shine; busy or not; happy or sad; healthy or ill – I will blog something on my chosen topic.  Will it be 365 days of what makes me happy?  What inspires me?  Or random thoughts on people or places or things?  What about 365 things to make up my bucket list?  Not sure.  If you had to pick a topic to blog about for 365 days – what would it be? 

Stay tuned…

So this is Christmas

So this is Christmas

And what have you done
Another year over
And a new one just begunSanta Torn Edge 2b
Only 3 days until Christmas. I feel like this holiday season has passed me by quickly. With the hubs in the hospital for a week and then recovery, the days are a blur. Packages have all been mailed and should have been received to kids and grandkids in Virginia and mother in law in Colorado and my brother (my sibling recipient this year). Max has his own baby tree at our house with the Hallmark singing and motion ornaments so he can play the music and dance and turn in circles to make us laugh. He is coming over tomorrow for a movie date. Maxwell is not allowed to sit and watch television. It is a special treat when he is allowed so he does not even ask for it anymore. So, tomorrow we have a special treat date to watch a Charlie Brown Christmas and I cannot wait. I have the popcorn and the movie and we are ready!

where did the Time go?

A few short months ago, I was happily walking through cherry blossoms on a beautiful Washington DC spring day and the next thing I know, I am in Tucson just a week away from Christmas. The way time tore through my life this year is staggering. My oldest granddaughter turned in to a young lady of 19. Mateo turned from Grandma’s baby into Grandma’s boy as he began 2nd grade in Virginia. Marluce went from a sassy bouncing spray of curls to a curious little kindergartener. And Max…well, what can I say about Max. He has taken over our hearts and lives with his funny faces and charm. Every day is a new adventure. 2012 is upon us and with that being said, here is my wish –

No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts
And everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end,
This is my grown up christmas list
2012 – Bring it on. I am ready!