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The Good Times

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We weren’t poor when I was a kid. We didn’t have a lot, but we always had enough. There were bad times and good times, but we were happy for the most part. I give Mom credit for that.

These days, when I lift her up and put her on the pedestal where I feel she belongs, she complains she doesn’t deserve it. She has the nerve to tell me she doesn’t think she was that good a mom. Say what! I can’t believe she doesn’t know how great she was, and still is. She says she made mistakes! Well, duh! Didn’t everyone?

What Mom doesn’t realize is we don’t remember the mistakes. What we remember is how much she loved us. Not because of all the big things she did, or the way she sacrificed and did without, so we could have the things we needed and wanted. She probably didn’t think we noticed when she worked extra shifts to get us those things.

But more than those things, we remember the little things. Like popcorn and soda pop. Not often, but every now and then, she’d buy a six-pack of soda pop—usually Barq’s in a variety of flavors, so we could all have our favorite—then she’d make a big batch of popcorn. Mind you, this was before microwaves, so popcorn was done in the big pan on the stove. We loved watching her shake that pan, the lid clanging and the corn sputtering against the lid.

When the corn was popped, we’d sit on the floor, munching happily, drinking soda pop, and watching whatever happened to be on television.

Those are the times we remember. Just little things, special times, and wonderful memories.

Yep. You’re the best, Mom!

 

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Can We Keep Him!?

He won’t eat much, and we won’t even have to clean up after him. Honest, Mom! He can live in the lake! Read the rest of this entry »

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Waffle Fail!

I’m the head chef around here, and Saturday & Sunday morning, I usually cook us a pretty good breakfast… Something went slightly awry this morning.

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The Cruise ~ Day Twelve ~ The Queen of Texas?

The princess arrived from Florida/St. Croix on day twelve, and my first impression was, she ain’t near as bad as her daddy lets on. She’s actually kinda sweet in her own special way, and has an accent that falls somewhere between early south and rap, with a twist of jolly old England lurking in there somewhere. It’s quite entertaining to listen to her talk. Read the rest of this entry »

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The Cruise ~ Day Eleven ~ Good Grief!

Another day in the kitchen and at the domino table. Made an awesome apricot cobbler, messed up a batch of almond joy whatchacallits, cooked a great casserole for dinner, and got thrashed at the domino table again. Those guys show no mercy to this rookie dominoer. (<— new word) Read the rest of this entry »

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The Cruise ~ Day Ten ~ Rookie Mistakes

I spent most of day ten in the kitchen, but Ken remained on vacation. He’s one of the hardest workin guys I know, but when he clocks out, he clocks out!

Off the clock, and kickin back!

Off the clock, and kickin back!

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The Cruise ~ Day Nine ~ Post Partyun Depression

I don’t know about the rest of my mates (that’s cruise talk for family and friends traveling together), but as we went through the final gyrations of the seven-day cruise, I was a bit depressed. We steamed along at full speed for seven days, then it seemed it was suddenly over. Goodbyes were sprinkled with hopeful we’ll-see-ya-again-soons, tempered with wondering if that were true. I tagged these mixed emotions as post partyun depression.

Ray Brown, wastin away at Margaritaville!

Ray Brown, wastin away at Margaritaville!

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The Cruise ~ Day Eight ~ A New Day!

When we left Cozumel, the sea was a bit rough; maybe not so to the seasoned sailor/cruiser, but to us landlubbers, it was mighty bumpy. The previous nights, we were gently rocked to sleep, but on this one, some of us were holding on to something as we bumped and thumped toward home. Read the rest of this entry »

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The Cruise ~ Day Seven~ Wilma!

We’ve been cuttin up and actin a fool for most of this trip, but lest anyone get the wrong idea, the main purpose of this cruise is to celebrate the two lovely ladies in this picture.

Two cruisin sisters!

Two cruisin sisters!

Mom/Wilma—the birthday gal—is the redhead, and the other beauty is her sister, my Aunt Doris. Ada, their other sister couldn’t join us for the cruise, and it sure woulda been nice had she been able to be with us. Read the rest of this entry »

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The Cruise ~ Day Six ~ Did We Get Hair Yet?

I’ve traveled extensively, but only in the U.S., and as any of you who’ve wandered our great land know, there are times when the locals are hard to understand. They tok funny ya know. Lot’s of people on this big boat are from Texas, but I understand them quite easily, and it’s a safe bet you don’t have to ask a person where he/she is from, but rather, what part of Texas are they from. Read the rest of this entry »

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