Sunday, February 28, 2010

Happy Birthday mom...

Today we're celebrating mom's 74th birthday! Everyone's coming over for stuffed cabbage (thanks to Mel), mashed potatoes, corn...and of course cake and ice cream. Yum. Here's some pics of mom from yesteryears. Happy Birthday mom! We love you. :)

Friday, February 26, 2010

And now for something beautiful...



My Uncle Bob loved country music and played a wonderful steel guitar. Here’s a sweet song he wrote called “Beginning of the End”. He performed the song with his wife, my Aunt Donna Jean (playing bass and singing backup), and his band the BVD’s. Beautiful.

Bob Mathis
Dec 15, 1931
Feb 3, 2010

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Life with Daisy

I’ve had many dogs in my life but none longer than I’ve had Daisy. I was present at her birth 14 years, 3 months, and 18 days ago. Daisy was one of six pups born to Lacey, my beautiful springer spaniel. Lacey was a wonderfully sweet dog that at less than a year old became pregnant by a particularly persistent beagle in the neighborhood (Daisy’s daddy). I’d never seen him around before but for days when I’d look out my window I’d see him sitting on the curb across the street looking at our house. He was lovesick for my Lacey in the worst way. I actually felt a little sorry for him, that is, until the day he stopped sitting on the curb and walked (or more likely sprinted) across the street to my house. At the time I was living in a house without a fenced-in yard and had to watch Lacey whenever I took her outside. On this particular day after going inside for what seemed like seconds I went to the door to let Lacey in and discovered she was no longer “alone”. Needless to say once a dog gets with another dog it’s impossible to separate them (without doing bodily harm). And so began the life of Daisy (and her five siblings). My plan was to find homes for all six pups after they were weaned. No matter how much my kids begged and cajoled I was NOT going to keep a puppy. That plan changed the terrible night their mother, sweet Lacey, was killed by a speeding car, a night I’ll always remember with guilt. Home from work that evening, tired and distracted, I became frustrated when Lacey wasn’t ready to go inside with me. I should have stayed outside with her but instead I went inside, without her. I remember thinking I’d give her a minute and then call her to come in but by then it was too late. Letting her down that night is something I will always regret. Her puppies were just four weeks old and not yet weaned and I felt I’d let them down too. They needed immediate attention so for the next few weeks the kids and I pitched in with their feeding and care. All six grew up to be different and adorable in their own way. We decided to keep the black and white one that reminded us most of Lacey. And so began our life with Daisy. Out of the all the puppies, Daisy was the most active and inquisitive. She was the first to do everything…open her eyes, gobble her food, climb out of her box, etc. She showed an aggressive, headstrong nature from the beginning and soon turned into a real pistol. There was no getting anything over on Daisy; she was the boss and she knew it. Of all the puppies, her personality was probably the least like her mom. But when she looked at you with her big brown eyes, so like her mom’s, you melted. Daisy wrapped us around her little tail in no time and became a part of our family in a big way.

This past Christmas we learned that Daisy is terminally ill with cancer. It was something I never expected to hear about what I considered an invincible dog. Her illness has changed her. It’s made her sweeter, needier, and less spunky than she used to be. Her illness has also made me realize more than ever what a special animal she is and how much I’ve enjoyed her all these years. I don’t know how much time Daisy has but we’re all trying to make the best out of that time. We’re spoiling her rotten actually, no more dog food for this once insatiable chowhound…it’s Arby’s roast beef, McDonald’s hamburgers, chicken breast, or whatever else we can get her to eat these days. If any dog deserves to be spoiled right now, it’s Daisy. There are some days now I look at her and feel selfish for wanting her to fight to stay with us. I see that she’s getting tired and I know soon she’ll have to rest but it’s hard. To be honest I can’t imagine being without her. There are so many memories tangled up in this crazy little dog. She’s been there through my kid’s growing up years, my growing up years (thank you Daisy); she’s been there with us through it all. And through it all, I don’t think a dog has ever loved more than my Daisy has loved. She doesn't accept everyone (mainly family and a chosen few), but once she does, she loves them fiercely, loyally, and with her entire heart. I think it says a lot about someone (animal or human) that can love like that. She is one of a kind and no matter what this year holds I’ll always remember that and treasure her life and be happy I was one of the accepted.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Sometimes you just gotta brag...

Then and Now...my three wonderful ones
Amanda (Mandy) - I'll never forget the first time I met Mandy (7lb-9oz)...round, scrunched up red face, looking angry for being born. She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I'll never forget the first time I held her. The nurse brought her to me and I sat tensed up in bed afraid I was holding her all wrong. She was wearing a tiny white t-shirt and I sat her sideways on my lap with one hand under her chest holding her up. Being a newborn she had no neck and I still see in my mind the vivid picture of her straight brown hair hanging about a quarter inch over the back of her t-shirt. I remember thinking gosh her hair is soft and this kid could really use a haircut. ha-ha. In my nineteen years, this was definitely the happiest day of my life. Now 29, a Speech Language Pathologist living in Texas, a beautiful, smart and thoughtful young woman (although a little bossy) :), and still making her mom so very proud.

Jacob (Jake) - I didn't get to see Jake (6lb-1oz), (or his twin sister Emily), when they first entered this world. But I remember when the nurse brought Jake to my room all cleaned and bundled up and I looked down at his little ET-like face it was love at first sight. He had pretty much no hair and strongly resembled ET but he was beautiful. I was so excited and pleased to meet him and also shocked since I had been told during an earlier sonogram I would be having two girls. He was my surprise boy and I couldn't have been happier to have him. Jake was a good baby from the start, loving and affectionate and only occasionally a stinker. :) Now 24, working (and doing a fine job) in industrial sales, new homeowner living in St. Louis, big dog lover like his mom, and most importantly a good person with a good heart. I'm so proud of him.

Emily - My Emily was a gorgeous baby. Being a twin she was little (5lb-7oz), my smallest baby, but wow she was pretty. She looked like a doll with her tiny button nose and thick head of black hair. When Emily was young she was my little shadow. Everywhere I'd go she'd be there. I remember almost tripping over her a few times. She had a mind of her own from the beginning and still does which caused us to butt heads more than once as she grew up but we're like peanut butter and jelly now. Right Emily? When she moved back home a couple years ago (after living a year on her own) I thought "oh boy" but it's been great and now I wish she wouldn't leave. I admire Emily for a lot of reasons, her strength, her sense of what's right, her knowing what she wants in life, many things. Now 24, graduating in May, and about to become a special education teacher, I couldn't be more proud of her.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Why Whippoorwill's Singing?

I stole it from the lyrics of Poco's oh so beautiful song Magnolia (written by JJ Cale). Actually the first two words of the first line...Whippoorwill's singing, on a soft summer breeze. It's a line that simply by hearing makes me feel peaceful inside.

A friend once told me to listen to the song, told me hearing it would be "life altering". I thought to myself at the time, hmmm yeah ok...whatever. (just kidding friend) 

I did listen and absolutely loved it. It's one of those songs that make you feel. I mean really feel deep down inside. Something about the sparse words and the way Paul Cotton sings them, the music, the beauty of Rusty Young's steel guitar, all combined and working together to pull something real and alive outside yourself. Can music be life altering? Definitely yes. Is this song to me? Oh yes.

Ok, so the birds in my header aren't whippoorwills...

They're starlings. But it's a picture I took on a recent cold winter day that I thought was kind of cool. My dear sweet dad always loved birds and looking up in the sky that day they reminded me of him. Especially so since it was a drive home from the country where he was from. It will be a year in May since my beloved dad, Jesse William, passed away. Thank God it happened in the warm month of May and not on a cold winter day. Like me, my dad was never a fan of winter. And like me, he was a bit of a loner, quiet and reserved most of the time, always watching the outside world from inside. He wasn't a perfect man, as one doesn't exist, but he was a good man and as the years went by he became an even better man. Thoughtful, kind, and with a love of animals and nature, a gentle soul that never quite got over his awe of the universe. He never quite understood the wonders in life but something tells me he understands completely now.