Memories with Music CD's

Wonderful Christmas with Cindy and J.G. .
We enjoyed every little minute of our time
spent together. (which at times was a little hectic)
Very much needed gifts from the kids.
I feel bad them spending money on us, Dad and I
are very blessed, we need nothing. Please don't
misunderstand this. We're not wealthy, by no means,
but we are very happy with what we do have.
We have our family and all in good health, and that
to us is like have millions. You know Dad though, I
tell him every year about how bad I feel about the
kids spending their hard earned money on us, and
each year he comes up with the same thing, " Oh, you're
being silly. Let them. We bought for them for many,
many years!!" Of course he's kidding.

One of Cindy's gifts to us was a CD. I got Fats Domino,
and Dad received, Odis Redding. For those of you
out there that grew up during our era, you can imagine
the look on our faces!!!!!!! My gosh, do they bring back
memories. Things you thought you had forgotten, come
back the minute you start listening to this wonderful music.
Told Dad we better burn each of these CD's for back-up.
Cause we intend to play the hell out of these!!!!!!

LATER! AND HAVE A SAVE AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!

JESUS AS THE SAVIOR OF ALL PEOPLE

I was searching for just the right prayer
for Epiphany season, and I found what I
wanted.

I want to share this with anyone who wishes to
pray it for the coming of the New Year.

Father, we thank you for revealing yourself to us in Jesus Christ,
we who once were not your people but whom you chose to adopt
as your people. As ancient Israel confessed long ago, we realize
that it was not because of our own righteousness, or our own superior
wisdom or strength, or power, or numbers. It was simply because
you loved us, and chose to show us that love in Jesus.

As you have accepted us when we did not deserve your love,
will you help us to accept those whom we find it hard to love?
Forgive us, O Lord, for any attitude that we harbor that on any
level sees ourselves as better or more righteous than others.
Will you help us to remove the barriers of prejudice and to tear
down the walls of bigotry, religious or social? O Lord, help us realize
that the walls that we erect for others only form our own prisons !

Will you fill us so full of your love that there is no more room for
intolerance. As you have forgiven us much, will you enable us with
your strength to forgive others even more? Will you enable us through
your abiding Presence among us, communally and individually, to live
our lives in a manner worthy of the Name we bear?

May we, through your guidance and our faithful obedience, find
new avenues in ways that we have not imagined of holding the Light
of your love so that it may be a Light of revelation for all people.

We thank you for your love, praise you for your Gift
and ask for your continued Presence with us, and bring
these petitions in the name of your Son, who has truly
revealed your heart. AMEN

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!

I wanted to post a small message to all
of Dad and My friends.
I don't know what it is about the holidays
that make people think about family, friends,
the homeless, etc. I figure God opens our hearts
to the Spirit of Christmas to express our love
for special friends and family.

Right now we're very excited cause both J.G. and
Cindy will share Christmas day with us. We love
having both of them home again and staying in their
bedrooms. They are adults now, but to parents
during the Christmas Season, it feels so special having
them both home at the same time. Listen to me, you
would think they were living in different countries.

To all friends and family, Juan and I want to wish everyone
a Very Blessed Christmas Day this Tuesday.
Hope everyone enjoys this huge Birthday!

Love and The Best to All.
Juan & Cecilia Muñoz

Our Baby's Birthday!

Just wanted everyone out there in Blog Land that
our baby boy turned "29" yesterday, Nov.30th.

He's going to be so excited about me posting this
information to everyone.

Wish I had DSL so that I could post some of his baby
pictures. Believe it or not, but to look at him now, you
would not believe he had a head full of curly locks!!!
Dad and I keep asking him to please let his hair grow
out, but of course if you really know J.G., he's gonna
do the opposite of what is asked of him.

A special Thanks to God for letting us have him around
for another year, and hopefully many more years to come.
Love You, Mijo. Mom & Dad

Confusion Setting in Already?

So it's been awhile right? Well, I've been a little
under the weather the last two months or so.
I've been enjoying Ian and Carmens' pictures of their
new addition to the family. Sweet little angel.
J.G. it seems has been busy posting a lot of baby
pictures too !! Tell you what, all of a sudden, all these
babies everywhere !!
Nothing new over here. I had my Dad in the hospital
a few days. He went in for a knee replacement. I was
really proud of the little 81 year old guy. He did great.
He's a really bad diabetic and I was somewhat concerned
about that, but he did wonderful. I took him back for
his one week check-up, and he was so happy to have gotten
his stitches removed so quickly. He could have jumped for
joy ( if he could ).
My 2 brothers and sister sorta worked out a plan, that we would
take turns weekly caring for him, so this was my week. Went
smoothly cause Dad was off a few days and helped me out alot.
If I can do maybe one or two errands or anything else they
need per day, boy! that's plenty for me. The rest of the day
I'm in bed. So, I'm really proud of myself.
One little episode the day Dad and I went into town for their
grocery. I already was not feeling well, so Dad was so sweet
to offer to go with me and get all errands done quickly.
Tata was having trouble watching TV in their bedroom since
he got home from the hospital. It was driving him crazy and
he was driving me crazy each day I'd go check in on him.
HE WANTED THE DAMN REMOTE FIXED! It seems that it
was more important to him than his knee. The day we went
into town for groceries, he put the remote into my hand so
I could stop by the office and have it checked. Pissed me off.
(Remember, I'm barely making it to the grocery store.)
We went by the office. IT WAS CLOSED. I WAS SO RELIEVED!
Got home, he was right there waiting for the remote. When
I told him the office was closed, he got out the DISH NETWORK
MANUAL from his filing cabinet. He said, "just take a quick
look, see if you can find something out under the troubleshooting
page." Any other time, I would of thought, " Oh, hell no." But,
I've been through what he's going through four times before, I'll
just pretend I'm trying to find something out. Of course, I didn't
find anything I could do with it, then he says, " here, right here
is the 1-800 number."
I'm already 5 1/2 hours late with my meds.
Got on the phone, stayed on the damn phone for almost an hour
and a half. They were trying to walk me through all the steps
of re-setting the remote. I was talking on the phone and handling
2 remotes at once!!!!
When I started talking into one of the remotes and pointing the phone
towards the TV., I thought, " ok. enough of this shit. " I'm going
home to CRY.
At the same time I was thinking this, the technician tells me the
trouble is in the remote. They'll send him a new one out in 2 days!!!!!!!!!

This is turning out to be like an old horrow movie.
Today, ( exactly 2 days later) he calls: Mija, " you got time? the remotes in! "

14 Hour Visit to Arlington

Dad and I got to see J.G. , Thursday night. We had expected
to leave Loraine earlier that morning, but we were informed
that one of Dads' close friends father had passed away and the funeral
was Thursday morning. That's alright, and plus Dad felt better
about being able to be there for him.

We enjoyed the trip. Felt bad for Dad, cause he had worked a 12 hour
sift the night before, came home and took a 45 minute nap to try
to make the funeral. I had to take medication, cause I was hurting
really bad since it was getting cloudy and really humid, that always makes
me hurt two times worse. I wish I could of helped him with the driving,
but I could not keep my eyes open. He assured me he was alright and he'd
let me know if he couldn't handle it any longer. He said at one time, he was
passing this eighteen wheeler, and heard the truck slowing down or trying to brake,
(you know the sound the brakes make when they step on them, almost like a letting
steam out kinda sound. That's the best I can describe.) He passed the big
truck and kept hearing the same sound until he took a really close look and
it was me! He's such a shit. Since I'm missing some of my side teeth, he said
I must of been snoring and letting out that hissing noise at the same time.!
It use to bother me at first, cause all three would make fun of me, it's usually J.G.,
that tells me not to laugh in public, Dad tells me I should of done something about those
teeth years ago, and Cindy just gives me this, 'oh Mom, you poor thing you look!'.
Gonna do something about them this week. I PROMISE.

J.G. took Dad and I out the eat Thursday night when we got there. He said that
was our anniversary dinner he wanted to give us. We loved it. He called
his friend Pita to join us, and we all enjoyed each others company. We had to call
it a night early cause they both had to be a work early. So, that's all we saw of Mijo.
Just to know he's doing ok is good enough for us.

If anyone out there that reads my blog and knows how I can get pictures on
my blog, would you be so kind as to let me know how to go about it?
I have dial-up services so that may be a problem.

36th Anniversary

Yes. It was 36 years ago today (Aug.28th, 1971) that I
Cecilia Lujan became Mrs. John Muñoz at 3:00 pm, at
St. Ann's Church in Colorado City, Texas.

Can't believe it's been that long. Marriage is the most wonderful
union, (that is if you have met the right person), in which
case I feel that I did.

I was lying in bed last night thinking. It's funny how things change
the longer you stay married. The first anniversay, you give each
other jewelry, small diamonds, watches, etc. . A couple of years
later, the gifts go down to the exchanging of clothes for one another,
colognes; oh, you know, stuff like that.
After the tenth anniversary, we go way down to maybe, work clothes,
work shoes for him. Oh my gosh!, I just remembered that was
the year I received bed sheets! Yeah, and I'm not talking ordinary
bed sheets either. 280 count bed sheets!!!!!!!!!!! How do ya like that?
I thought, "shit!, was this a gift or what?" Bet, none of my friends have
never gotten something so special.

Ok. Let's keep going here. Let's go for the fifteenth anniversary.
You start receiving stuff like, hair dryers, curling irons, (really large
cosmetic trays). Alright. I'm getting the message here. It's like
telling someone, 'hey, you really must do something about your appearance.'

Twenty-five years later. Oh Boy!, here come the (whole set) not two or three
pieces, but maybe eight or ten piece set of pots and pans, give or
take a lid or two. What's really weird is you think, "shit, this is really
getting good." Funny how your mind works. You still can't see the picture.
YOU IDIOT! YOU'RE LOVING THE HELL OUT OF THIS STUFF!.

The years go by. You keep receiving these odd gifts, but you still don't
see it. That's because you're still so much in love with the person that
knows exactly what you need and want.
Let's see here. Oh, yeah, there was the year he had to work the evening
shift, so we were not able to go out and eat. Hey, that's still ok. That's
the year I took out a frozen Chinese Stir Fry dinner, and coated some
strawberries in white chocolate. He, on the other hand drove 30 miles
to get me a bouquet of yellow roses (my favorite). He got off the car
with flowers wrapped in clear cellophane paper in one hand and a
blue vase with white polka dots on the other hand. (Had nightmares
over that vase for years, till I sold it this year at a garage sale).
He quickly filled the vase with tap water, dropped the roses just as they
were, and opened the back window close to where the car was parked
and slipped a CD in the cd player and turned the volume up full blast with,
"VOLVER, VOLVER". All this time, I'm sitting at the dining table watching
him work all this shit out like a little ant. Gotta remember, he's got all this
planned out just perfect.
So, with music going full blast, he rushes in (almost out of breath) and hands
me the flowers (polka dot blue vase, remember?). I later found out he'd
purchased the vase at Dollar General when I went to rinse out the water
and add fresh water.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ok, so with the same soft voice as all the previous years, he says, "Happy
Anniversary Honey, I Love You So Much." I'm sure you gals out there
are just so very jealous by now.
Up to this very day, I can't figure out why John Muñoz never used the
stereo system we had indoors! Sure could have saved all the going up and
down, in and out, and especially all the sweating.

Wait, I'm not done yet. Last night he had to work from 6pm-6am.
He walks in this morning with a bacon and egg burrito and a cup of
freshly brewed decaf coffee. HOW'S THAT FOR A 36th ANNIVERSARY?

Ay, Esta Pobre Gente Mía

My kids are so much like their Dad.
I just read J.G.'s blog on Cindy and her
fractured thumb.
A couple of weeks ago it was J.G. that
fell off the treadmill at the gym!
Dad fell off his riding lawn mower!
As he tells it, I think he was trying to reach
for his cap which had blown off. I guess
he thinks he can still move as fast as he used to.
He tried grabing for it, and missed. And of
course, down he rolls off the mower. He got back
up, dusted himself, and got back on and
continued mowing. Well, that's how he tells the
story since there was no one around to see it.

Heat Wave?

You know, those Northeastern people! You just gotta love 'um.
I'm sitting here this morning enjoying my cup of coffee,
and I should say, I'm really enjoying it, cause it's just 80 degrees
and it's only 10:00 am.
Poor little people. They think they're having a heat wave cause
they've been experiencing high humidity and 90 degree weather!!!

That's what we've been having for the last two months or so.
And wait. it's not even August yet! Now, that's really hot. I'm
thinking, "Oh, how I'd love to see them go through 102 degree
weather for a whole month." Aye, esta gente chiple.

Ok. Time to go back indoors. My coffee is hotter now than when I
poured it out of the carafe. ha, ha.

Parents

Hey. I'm still around. Haven't had much
time lately to sit down, relax, and post.
Days are longer during the summer, but for
some reason mine are getting shorter.

For those of you reading this blog, I guess
you noticed I titled this as, 'Parents.' To those
of you who don't have your parents anymore,
I apologize cause I honestly don't want to make
you feel bad because of what I'm fixing to write.

A few days ago, I had the privilege of driving my Dad
to the doctor. First time I have had to do this.
Well, if anyone knows Mother, she felt she had
to come too. Which, I knew she would. What was she
going to do at home but just worry while we were gone.
It really felt odd. I don't know why. I'm guessing
cause it was the first time for me to actually do
something for them, simply because they were just not
able to do for themselves this time. Well, this time
and from now on it looks like. I knew that one day they
would be getting older and would be hard for them
to do things they were used to doing. In other words, they
were going to loose their independence. They knew it
and so did I. But, it seems like it got here sooner than
expected.

To those of you that still have your parents, please don't
make the mistake I've made. I was always too busy raising
my kids and taking care of my own family. Which when
you marry, that's to be expected right? But, always, always,
please try to put some time aside for your parents. I realize
lots of time it's really hard to do, when distance is involved,
but maybe more phone calls, send them an unexpected card,
a package in the mail, anything that you know will put
a smile on their faces. Something, anything just as long as they
know they are loved and appreciated. I've always lived
next door to my parents, and had the opportunity to visit
with them regularly and I missed the chance, simply because
of the fact that they were right next door, and I knew they
were fine.

Taking half a day to just visit, drink coffee, or just sit outside
and listen to them tell stories about when they were young,
their memories of their own families. I remember a few
times when my Dad would get so excited just taking about
his childhood, friends, and when he was courting my mom.
Those were stories that put a glow in his eyes and a big smile
on his face. The same goes for Mom. She used to tell stories
of her growing up, her wedding day, going to a catholic school
and many, many more stories. I remember laundry day at
our house, we used to have to go into town to do laundry, and
then come home and hang out all the clothes on a clothes line.
Mom would sing songs to my sister and I, she'd dance and pick
up alot of dust. She was so young and so happy. She is now
so fragile, small and thin. What's worse is that she has developed
dementia, and cannot remember all her stories, songs, friends, and
the things that used to put those big smiles on her face. It's too
late now. I feel I've missed alot. Just because I didn't make
enough time for them. I'm glad God still has me here to look
after them now that they need someone. I feel I will never repay
them for what all they did for me, which I know they don't expect
it, but I'm one that has always been sick of serious illnesses and
always wondered wondered how the hell I recovered so quickly
after each one. I feel that God does have a plan for each of us.
I know now what his plan is for me. Yeah, to be around for the
old folkies, to watch after them, drive them to their appointments,
take them for their haircuts, etc. Please don't make the mistake
I made. God has given me a second chance of making time for my
parents, don't wait as long as I did. Trust me, it'll bring alot of tears
if you don't.

"Friends"

This afternoon, June 9th, I had the privilege of talking
over the phone with Mona Deloera. For those of you who
don't her, Mona is married to Jesse Deloera (Chuyio) as Dad
would call him. Jesse and Dad are cousins. I really feel
bad saying this, but Jesse is not much better than Dad (mentally).

I sorta feel bad for keeping Mona on the phone as long as I did,
but I always enjoy talking to her. She laughs at anything.
Maybe that's why I enjoy talking to her, her laughter just makes
you feel so good and relaxed. She may not know this, but I
see this as a special gift.
I've always thought that I depress people in seconds, babies cry
and scream like crazy when they see me. Oh, my gosh! I feel like
I already depressed myself.!

I'm sure you all out there have heard the saying that, 'friends are free'.
Well, I'm here to agree on that one.
Mona has always been special to me, and I'm hoping it'll always be
like that.
And as for choosing friends, "Go ahead. Start now. I did many years ago.
And remember, THEY'RE FREE"
I DID!

AYE, QUE DOLOR!

At the bottom of this post, you'll notice what time I decided
to sit down at the computer. Actually, it was 3:00 am when
my arthritis pain woke me up. Took my meds with a glass of milk,
and two (small, very small chocolate chip cookies). This medicine
does a number on me if taken on an empty stomach.
On the prescription bottom, it specifies milk and cookies.

So now I'm waiting for the meds to kick in. After they do take
effect, I'm back in bed, so I try staying up as long as I possibly can.
This will be short, cause once I start feeling the effect, no telling
what I may write. Just ask Cindy and J.G. They seem to think
it's funny how I speak and what I say, but at least I have an excuse.
Not like poor Dad. He wasn't on any medication the day he went to church
and they were reciting the Hail Mary. You never know what is going
through Dads' head, but he started off with, Mail Harry, Full of Grace!!
Up to this day, he insists the reason for his lack of concentration was that
he was hungry! Este Hombre!!

Before I close, I wanted to let you guys know that Dad and I visited with
J.G., May 28th - 31st. Had a really wonderful time. We spend alot of time
riding around and he did a wonderful job of showing us some really pretty
sites in the area. I wanted to stay a few more days, and enjoy him all to my
self, but I never once heard him say, "Yeah, Mom stay awhile, or that's a great
idea." Oh, well. I'll get over it.

Stay well everyone. You'll here from me later on this week. Dad's working
the night shift, so I'll have more time after he leaves for work.
God Bless each and everyone of you.

Baby Sitting for Cindy

So Cindy calls me about two weeks ago wanting to know if I can sit with
the dogs. Two boxers, one male, (Odis) female boxer (Brazil) and old
grandpa, Shadow the schnauzer. I had to think about it for awhile, cause
it was Dads' long weekend off. Well, I thought, it won't hurt, it' just
for the weekend.

I get there and there is a long list of things I have to do for the dogs.
I'm thinking, "what the hell did I get myself into?" Can't do much.
I'm here so I might as well follow the list and make the best of it.
The list consist of: Don't speak loud to them cause they get their feelings
hurt, don't feed them table food, (they'll get sick), I'm thinking what kind of
dogs are these? Don't forget to give them their treats, oh, and what
really blew my mind was when Cindy told me over the phone, "Mom, I left
some wipes on the counter for Shadow (the schnauzer). "OH! HELL NO!
I AM NOT WIPING THIS DOGS' OTHER END. NO WAY!!
"Mom, she said, "they're for Shadow's mustache. Please wipe him down
after he eats cause his mustache gets into his food and it gets hard and tangled."
Well, ok. I guess it's not as bad as having to wipe his a--, I guess I
can handle that. It went rather smoothly during the day, everything
seemed to be going good. But, come night time. Didn't sleep much.
Usually Cindy will tell them it's time for bed, and all three will go into their
bedroom and lay on their own beds. Well, not Saturday night. They decided
they would all go into my bedroom. Told them to get out twice. None of the
three budged. Finally got one to leave, when I finally got the other two out,
the first one was on his way back into the bedroom. Aye! Aye! Aye!

REMEMBER THE LIST? DO NOT SPEAK LOUD TO THEM OR
THEY'LL GET THEIR FEELING HURT? Well, scratch that off the
list. I sounded like a Drill Sargent. "GO TO YOUR BEDS NOW!!!!!!!!!
There they go, one after the other. Why didn't I do that in the first place?

2:00am. (Brazil, the one with the bladder problem) decides she needs to
go out. OK. Here we go. I waited awhile. Let her back in. OK, lets get
some shut eye.

6:00am. Again with the full bladder! This time I made all three go out,
I wasn't gonna do this again in another hour. So, I let them back inside.
I sat there and thought, "I'm taking a shower and getting the hell home."
Drank my coffee, absolutely no makeup, (at this hour, I didn't care what
I looked like), started packing, gave them all a treat and left.

Don't plan on doing this again anytime soon. Poor Cindy, she'll probably
get her feelings hurt when she reads this, but honestly three pooches is too
much for me to handle. I enjoy them when we go visit, I guess cause I
don't have to take care of them then. Oh, wait, there's more. That's not
including having to stuff a Wiener with an antibiotic capsule for the lady
with the bladder problem, having to groom grandpa's mustache, and
having them follow you everywhere you go, kitchen, bedroom, bathroom.
I took my shower and left the door open, what the hell, it was just me.
Felt a cool draft while in the shower, and there's Brazil sticking her head
in the shower. Had to call her out 3 times. WOW!! WHAT A WEEKEND.
AND I THOUGHT I LIVED A BORING LIFE??????????

Another Power Outage!

It's been almost a week ago that we had bad weather.
It's 4 pm. Tuesday afternoon, and we're getting it again.

Of course the power is out again! This time I didn't recite a rosary or take a nap. I decided to light all the candles in the house, and it smells heavenly. I have a candelabrum that holds 8 large size candles in my bedroom and feels sooo cozy. I unwrapped a Butterfinger candy bar
and enjoyed every little bite. Felt like a Queen!!!

While I was eating my candy bar and feeling like a queen,
I made plans for the next time the power goes out.
Gonna hire me two large size men, one on each side of the bed,
so they can fan me. So, I'll have to make sure I have plenty of
fresh fruit like, bananas, strawberries, mangos, etc.

Wish we had a water fountain inside the house so it'll really
sound relaxing, but that's ok, I'll just run the bath water and
pretend it's a fountain. Not bad huh?

Pests or Pets

I don't know what I was thinking when I agreed to drive into Roscoe to check out, as dad put it, "real cute little dog, and that breed of dogs are very smart." Sure, sure, he's thinking that after 35 years of marriage I don't know his way of thinking!! Actually, I know what he's thinking before he knows what he's thinking. Anyway, on the way there, the whole conversation was about the damn mutt. I totally ignore him, cause the whole time, I'm thinking we're coming home with a damn dog, which is something I didn't want. Don't misunderstand me, I enjoy pets, but we've had dogs all our lives. I begged that once, just once, I'd like to plant holly shrubs in front of our house. We've never been able to because each time I'd water the plants the dogs would dig everthing up. Can't blame them for wanting to keep cool, but go dig elsewhere. He also knows me pretty well. He knew I'd break and agree on the beast. You know that any little puppy is adorable especially when you hold them and they snuggle up to you. We brought him home on a trial basis. If he starts digging, chasing after cars, or chasing the neighbors' chickens, he'd be going back to doggy motel.

Should of seen Dad! He drove to Wal-Mart to buy a crate, food and water tray, dog food, a squeeky toy, shampoo, a large chain link fence kennel with a fitted tarp on it!! I thought, where in the hell is his TV? Actually, he has been doing ok. He likes to hide everything, including his food tray, and all his toys. Dad is the one having to look for everything before putting him into his kennel each night. He's still in his kennel because of coyotes. They smelled him the very first day we brought him home. They circled around the house for 3 or 4 days, till they figured out they couldn't get to him. Yet!!!

They say these dogs are very protective of their owners, and are good with children, I sure do hope so. It looks like he'll be making this his permanant home for now. He's a black and white border collie with light tan spots on his cheeks. He has no tail, and we've named him Paco Muñoz.

A Special Thanks to My Family

Just when I decide to clean up a little around the house. Guess what? Yep, the power goes off. That was Wed. May 2nd when we all had severe thunderstorms and extremly high winds.

The power is off, so I have two options, pray a rosary or take a nap. Well, I did start off with the rosary, but finished with a nap. During that quick nap, I had the best dream; I dreamed I had passed away, and I was soooooo happy because my family had fullfilled my wishes.

I have always told Dad, Cindy and J.G. that when I die, at the viewing, I want them to position me catty-cornered in the casket. The reason I don't want to lay in my casket directly on my back is because I have a horrible nose. (in fact I really don't care much for my whole face). But, back to the nose, I have Apache blood. My great-great-great grandmother was Apache Indian. So, thanks to her, I have a horrible indian nose. Plus, estoy muy trompuda.

I know for that I'm gonna have a large spray of yellow roses on my casket, cause I've bothered them sooooo much about it, so I know I'm getting those for sure. Now I'm hoping my dream comes true, and I get to lay on my side during my rosary and visitation.

So, a special thanks to Dad, Cindy and J.G.

Love, Mom

I bet all of you are thinking, "What a nut case!" I'm not. Just like having fun!

WATCHING CABLE OR TORNADOES?

Which would you prefer?
Well, if you happen to live in West Texas, you actually do have a choice.

Monday night just happened to be the first time for this year that we had to go into the root cellar (not wine cellar). Let me tell you right now, it is not fun! Especially when you've got 2 shoulders, 1 knee and a hip loaded with metal. In the first place, you sure as hell don't want to be struck by lightning, second it's a funny sight watching someone sooo loaded with extra ammo
go down and back out of the damn cellar and still try to act and sound lady like!!!!!!!!!!

I'm gonna confess to you guys the reason why I was so upset. For weeks now, I'd been savoring a delicious steak. Two days before, I get myself to the grocery store and pick out some really good steaks.


So, Monday, dad decides to do the yard. I go out and check on him regularly and he is really getting down big time. He finishes the yard and weed eating, and jumps over and continues to ride the mower on about half acre around the house. That's when I decide to take out the steaks. He's been out there all day and I decide to grill the steaks, do baked potatoes, and salad for an early dinner, so he can shower, eat and chill the rest of the evening.

I started the steaks, and it was still very nice outside. Actually it had been nice all day. About 5pm, Cindy calls and tells us to watch the weather cause she had just seen on TV where we were under a TORNADO WARNING! " Yeah, Yeah, Cindy. I'm trying to finish up dinner here, don't have time to play around." She tells me to turn the TV on to watch the weather. I do. You should of seen me go. Boy, I rushed out to tell dad about the storm. (he was already opening the cellar door and watching one of the tornadoes drop down and then back up into the clouds about 2 or 3 times.

You know me. I have to eat! What if this was gonna be my last meal? There was no way I was going down the cellar without at least one bite, well, maybe two or three bites out of my steak.
We decided we had time to eat right quick, since by now it looked like the clouds had moved over us. We swallowed our meal (cause really neither one of us remember chewing on any of it).

By this time, our weather radio went off, and the local scanner was telling everyone to take cover. I actually had to go down in reverse, taking about one minute per step (about 8 steps down). It's a good thing about these scanners and cell phones, you know exactly when it's gonna hit you. All the time we were down there, I kept thinking, 'next time I'm bringing my movie camera'. Time to get out. Again here I go up (in reverse). With each step, I had to lean on the cement wall and push myself up. It was more painful going up than actually going down.

The tornado looked really scary. A little damage in town, but no one hurt. Dad says we have to do a couple of dry runs into the cellar. I agree. I'm going into town later and get me some material so that I can finish up my spiderwoman outfit. For the next time, I guarantee, I'LL FLY DOWN THE CELLAR!!!!!

Mexican Blondes?

Have you ever asked yourself if there are Mexican blondes out there?
Well, I'm here to tell you, "yes indeed there are!"
Infact I have one living right next door to me. Which happens to be my dear, sweet mother.

I'll make this a short story. During spring break, my mom and dad had the privilege of keeping their two great-granddaughters for the week.
Kyle and Bea's daughters, Haley, age 7, and Lauren, age 3.
They really enjoyed being out on the farm, and it just so happened that there were 14 new baby goats. Haley of course felt she had to be out there helping out her "Tata" from early morning till late at night, or the goats were just not gonna be looked after as they should be without her help.

Getting back to the blonde. Mom had told me the week before that her and Dad had found the best homemade peanut brittle they'd ever had. So, of course I had to drive over to Westbrook, just west of Colorado City to get me some of that so called, "best peanut brittle ever made", just to make sure Mom wasn't lying to me. ( do you think that maybe, just maybe this is the reason some of the clothes hanging in my closet keep shrinking?)

Ok, back to the blonde. We decide to take the girls with us for a ride. We get Lauren's car seat and position it in the back seat of MY car. Have you ever tried strapping a child down onto a child seat? Not easy when you're not used to doing it on a daily basis. It was taking an 80 year old grandpa, 76 year old grandma, and a hefty 57 year old aunt (me) to strap the kid down. Believe it or not, WE WERE NOT ABLE TO DO IT!

That's when the 76 year old mexican blonde steps in and says, ( with index finger on forehead ) " Hey, why don't we try the car seat in MY car?" Well, why didn't grandpa and hefty ever think that the color and model of the car would make all the difference in strapping down the kid?

The old man and I laughed till we hurt. By this time, poor Lauren was so restless and probably wondering what the hell we were laughing about, and the old lady STILL couldn't figure out what she'd said that was so funny!!

Us country folk need to get out more!! LET ME TELL YOU, THAT PEANUT BRITTLE WAS THE BEST EVER!

Happy Easter Bunny Everyone!!!!!

Well, I'm back. I ONCE WAS LOST, BUT NOW I'M FOUND!
Don't exactly know what happened to my first entry, I'm sorta thinking it was J.G. since he was the one that helped me create the blog. He'll never admit it was his fault, he's always telling me that I don't have a very good attention span.

Well, this will prove that I can do anything I set my mind to. (without his help). Not bad for a 57 year old huh? Well, I'm at a loss now. When I'm not picking on my adult kids, I really don't have much to say. Well, actually I do have something to write about. About 2 weeks ago, about 7 priest from around Colorado City, came to help out Fr. Georgie with confessions. They've been doing this for awhile now. They have priest all over the church and you have the option to pick which priest you think you may feel comfortable with. Well, they introduced each one by name and parish, and then designated each one to their location. I don't know how familiar you catholics' out there are with Saint Martin de Porres. He is my mom's favorite saint, in fact she's always told us that when she passes on, she wants to be dressed in a black and white vestment just like his. Oh, before I forget to tell you, He's Black. So, I see him, and I tell Dad, "Oh, my gosh, he reminds me of St. Martin. I'm getting in line to go confess with him!" Well, the rest is history. My turn comes up. We make contact by hands and I tell him he reminds me of St. Martin. Up to this moment I think he responded with a, "Thang oou." That's what told me I was in deep,"@#^*+~". Well, I was right. Right now, this very minute, I don't know whether he gave me a penance of 1,000 Hail Mary's or sentenced me to prison.

So, now I have to go again, cause I honestly don't have a clue as to what he told me. Isn't this sad. I left the church sooooooo confused, not knowing which way was left or right. I got in the car and told Dad my story, and bless his little 'ole heart'. He always knows how to make things right for me. SO HE TAKES ME OUT FOR AN ENCHILADA DINNER!!! MY HERO!!