Wordy Wednesday

Wordy Wednesday: Tree-Climbing Grandma

My mom is a lovely, lively, mischievous, loving, kind, empathetic, funny, good, God-fearing woman. She often has more energy than I have and sometimes she gets around better than I do.

As evidenced by her climbing this tree with the other kids in the playground and I’m like, “Ugh – I have to lift my leg?! No thanks.”

Side note: the kids around her thought it was so cool that a grandma was climbing trees with them. I, on the other hand, nearly had a heart attack and could only think of one thing, “Please don’t fall!”

She’s 78 in this picture – she’ll be 80 this year and she hasn’t slowed down. She still gets around on her own, she lives on her own, she mows her grass, she climbs her attic stairs, (I made her promise she could only do that when someone was with her), she walks on the treadmill every day and she takes good care of herself.

She’s always been this way. My mom is fiercely independent and won’t ask for help, not unless she really needs it and if she’s asking? She needs it.

She’s creative and old school – the only thing my mom ever wanted out of life was to marry her soul mate and to have children.

Check, and check.

She’s had to make a lot of adjustments since my dad died – not just mentally, but to learn how to live by herself and be by herself. Mom married dad straight out of high school and she’s never lived on her own. Now, being on her own is all she knows. I won’t say it’s been easy for her, I know it’s been hard, and continues to be hard, and let’s face it, will always be hard and most certainly different, but she’s strong and her faith is what kept her from falling apart.

I’m so proud of my mom. She’s kept going when I know she wanted to give up. That’s hard and it’s admirable.

I’m grateful for her every day and I wish I could spend more time with her, I know she gets lonely. But the time we do spend together I never take for granted because life is short, life is precious and I plan on savoring every last minute.

I love you, mom.

At the Moment, Day-By-Day, Life

My Dumb Smart Phone

I killed my phone.

Correction, someone, or some entity, built an evil virus and attached it to a link that I must have clicked on at some point, because one day, my phone flickered, flashed and basically lost it’s computer mind. It’s zeros and ones programming became a jumbled mess that not even my phone’s very intelligent brain could decipher.

In other words, my phone caught a virus.

Everything I clicked on popped up a Temu ad, (hmm … coincidence? You tell me), and once in a while, a message would show up, “You have 287 viruses – click here to clean them off.” Yeah buddy, fool me once…

Of course I didn’t click on it.

The damage was done. I officially became the proud owner of a pocket-sized piece of junk.

Cool.

So, I started researching how to reset the phone back to factory settings. Wipe it clean, start over. I wasn’t too terribly upset by this, I’ve had the phone for five years, it was probably time to wipe the dirty slate clean and start over but … hold on …

I’ve had my phone for five years. When we went on our last Norwegian cruise I was unable to downlaod their app because my phone was too old … so maybe I needed to skip the wipe and upgrade to a new phone, instead.

I started looking for a new Android phone. Yep, I’m an Android robot kind of girl. I loathe Apple products. No disrespect to my Apple readers out there, but Apple is GROSSLY overpriced and then you’re FORCED to buy their products, and their products only, if you want to continue using your Apple phone. And then, because you’re forced to buy their products in order to make the Apple device work, you’re also forced to spend a stupid amount for said product.

No thanks. I like options.

I’ve never owned an Apple and I never will. I’m sure they’re great – people wouldn’t buy them if they were junk, but I can’t help but wonder, is the product really that superior or is it because it has a cute apple icon on the back?

It doesn’t matter – you do you.

I knew I would have to spend some money, but I was not willing to pay more than $500, if I could help it. And luckily for me, I found some options.

Kevin has been using a Motorola for a few years now and he loves it. He has one of those phones with the cool stylus, even though he rarely uses the stylus, he likes having the stylus in case he wants to use it. Ha! Which, even though the writer in me is drawn to a phone with a stylus, I knew I would never use so it was best to just not worry about that feature.

And I knew if I went into a Verizon store, they would show me all of their shiny, impressive phones with a hefty price tag and I would be tempted, perhaps even walk out of the store with one and, no, I didn’t want to be tempted when I could likely find something just as cool without the price tag.

Amazon, here I come.

And as usual, Amazon didn’t let me down. The heavens opened up, the Angels sang and I found my new phone.

I bought a Motorola Moto G Power and she’s a beaut.

I’ve had her, (yes, she’s a her), about two weeks now and I’m loving her so far. There is one thing I’m not real happy about, the headphone jack. To my surprise, there are quite a few phones nowadays without a headphone jack at all. I guess the manufacturers are assuming people will just use wireless/Bluetooth earbuds. Which, are nice, but I’m old fashioned, I like my headphone jack. I try not to use very much data, I’m always on WIFI if I can help it, so, I haven’t had the best luck with my Bluetooth earbuds working all of the time. And I know, Bluetooth is supposed to work whether your connected or not, but I’m an idiot and am probably doing something wrong but … I like having a backup plan, okay? 😀

The phone jack on the phone is too big for any of the headphones that I own. I mean, it works, it’s just super loose and loses connection so when I’m on the treadmill and the music cuts off abruptly, I get ticked. Who wants to walk on the treadmill to begin with, let alone with NO music? Um, no. So, in a huff, and pretty annoyed, I thought, “FINE. I’ll buy a pair of Motorola headphones, ya big buttheads” The headphones came and they still didn’t fit!! I think Motorola thought, “ya’ll are complaining so much about not having a headphone jack, fine, we’ll put a jack in but we’re not happy about it and we don’t care if it doesn’t fit.”

Rude.

But, Kevin being the clever man that he is, found a workaround. He bought an adapter. It’s a USB C to a headphone jack adapter, to be more precise and it works like a charm.

So THERE Motorola. haha

The data transfer itself was a breeze. I went from a Samsung to the Motorola with nary a hitch, just transferred the SIM card from one device to the other, said yes, you have my permission to transfer data, (though I was worried it would also transfer the viruses, – it didn’t) and badda-bing-badda-boom, my data transferred over and I was now an official Motorola user.

Now that the dust has settled, I got to thinking about cell phones in general; about how much we rely on these little suckers and how our children really have never known a world without cell phones.

I’m a Gen Xer so I remember a world without cell phones. (Actually – if you want to get technical – I straddle the line between Baby Boomer and Gen X – but I digress).

I vaguely remember the days of rotary phones. Oh yes, I used them, back in the day. I remember stickling my finger into the hole and pulling up and around the dial. I remember the sound it made as it turned. It was always fun when you were dialing a number with a nine in it. If you made a mistake, you had to hang up and try again, and it took 30 minutes to dial anyone, but eventually, it happened.

I remember our family phone with the long cord so you could take the receiver with you into the next room for privacy. I remember that cord becoming so stretched out it would coil in on itself and it was hard to untangle, and especially annoying when you were trying to make a fast exit from the room, for privacy, but the tangled cord prevented you from going as far as you wanted to go.

It was always a gamble to call someone because you never knew if the person’s family member would answer and then you would have to shyly ask if so-and-so was home and then wait to hear them loudly call throughout the house that they had a phone all. There was very little privacy back in those days – your family pretty much always knew your business.

Back in those days, you sort of had to hope your loved one got to where he was going and wait for that confirmation phone call that he made it in one piece all while nervously chewing your fingernails.

Or, if you were expecting a call, you had to sit close to the phone all night so you wouldn’t miss it. There was no text me when you’re ready! If you missed the call, you were SOL. Shouldn’t have gone to the bathroom.

I remember the days when you had to memorize people’s phone numbers, or carry an address book around so that when you had to call someone, you had their number close. I couldn’t recite our sons’ phone numbers now if my life depended on it.

Then came the cordless phones. How cool! You could easily carry the phone around with you, or go into another room, without having to worry about strangling yourself in the cord.

We were late to the game as far as buying a cell phone. I had a flip phone, (loved that thing), a slide phone, (a keyboard!) and then finally a smart phone.

I remember getting rid of our landline and feeling squeamish about that as we were now fully depending on technology to communicate with the outside world.

Now, the thought of having a landline is almost laughable.

I remember the days when a phone was used JUST as a phone, now our phones do our thinking for us.

I remember using ACTUAL maps – the kind we spread out over our dashboard and ran our fingers across as we traveled. Now – our phones simply tell us which way to turn and we blindly obey.

Remember ACTUAL cameras? With interchangeable lens and film we had to physically take to the store to get developed?? Now anyone can be a decent photographer, just point and tap. It’s virtually impossible to take a bad picture with your phone – especially when there ware so many filters to make it look even better.

When you think back, and really pay attention to the timeline of phones and the method of communicating with one another, it’s really quite astounding how much progress we’ve made.

We somehow survived without a cell phone “in the old days”, now I can’t imagine life without one.

Wordy Wednesday

Wordy Wednesday: Mop Show

This was Easter.

This is me showing my family the mop I use to clean our hardwood floors.

Please do not think I enjoy cleaning house. I do not. At all. If we could afford a maid, I would 100% hire a maid. That’s not true, I would WANT to hire a maid, I would not hire a maid. And allow her to see my dirty house?? I would be one of those people who clean my house before the maid comes over. And that would be a waste of money. And I don’t like to waste money.

But I digress.

What you don’t see in this picture is Kevin, unbeknownst to me, taking pictures of me showing off my favorite mop. Like I have a favorite mop. This was the first time I have touched that mop in literally months.

Don’t judge me. I mean, you can judge me, but I won’t care.

Our boys are not shown in this picture but they were also seated around the table listening to me gush over my favorite mop. We got to talking about household chores and I was curious to know what chores the boys were responsible for.

Blake cleans their bathroom, (they share a bathroom, LeRoy has his own bathroom. Which, by the way, that’s Leroy on the left), and Brandon cleans the kitchen and the floors. But he hates cleaning their hardwood floors, which prompted to say, “Hey! let me show you the mop I use. It does such a good job.”

Did I mention this was Easter?

We’re such party people.

I’m pretty sure mom was thinking the same thing.

I smile when I see this picture. Because I’m the LEAST Betty Crocker-ish person, (defined as a person who likes, or even tolerates, cleaning, cooking – anything remotely close to being a traditional housewife – Kevin can, but will never, confirm that), you will ever meet. And yet. to look at this picture, you would think, “Wow – this woman is Mistress of her domain! She clearly knows her cleaning tools.”

Proof that you can never trust what you see in pictures.

Wordy Wednesday

Wordy Wednesday: Grown Up

Our “baby” turned 31 this month.

I’m sorry – what?! Wouldn’t that make me and Kevin …….. OLD?!?

Seriously. How does this even happen? I look at him and still see my chubby, restless, blonde cherub.

He was 8 lb, 8 oz big when he was born. I could barely push his overly big head out. I would push and push and push and the little booger would slip back in once I took a breath.

Little stinker.

Once he was born, he didn’t make much noise and we worried about him for a little bit. But once he got the gunk out of his lungs … he CRIED. Boy has a strong set of lungs on him.

He was the kind of kid that when he got tired, NOTHING, and I mean NOTHING would distract him from sleep. He wouldn’t take a pacifier, but he wanted his blankie, he was my Linus baby.

He hated to dress up in costumes, like Halloween. He didn’t (and still doesn’t) like candy and then forcing him to participate in a holiday where you get candy … yeah – we tortured the kid.

We found this board in the back of his closet. In his old bedroom. Where he hasn’t slept in over 10 years.

This was for a school project.

(See the picture of him dressed up as a soldier? I told him to look mean but he was CLEARLY annoyed – haha!)

And that picture of him with his blankie? I still and will forever, see that face whenever I look at him.

We have truly been blessed with some great boys.

Who have become some pretty awesome people.

Dear So-and-So, Politics

Orange Man – Jesus??

Sir – what in the Sam-Hill are you doing?!

Just posting this picture makes my butt cheeks clench.

Dear President Trump, Mr. Trump, Donald … may I call you Donald?

Have you lost your damn mind?!

I know there are some out there that are truly convinced you have. In fact, some are even saying you have Dementia. I snorted and scoffed when I heard that – do you remember how Biden mumbled, shuffled, tripped up the stairs, pooped his pants and had to be led off the stage?

But I digress. (I have decided that “but I digress” is now and from henceforth going to be my blog mantra).

When I first saw this, and then heard from Trump himself that he did indeed post it, I just shook my head. Do I think he think he’s Jesus? Of course not. Do I think the man thinks highly of himself? Absolutely. Should he have posted this? Definitely not. Was this in poor taste? Yes.

Everything about this makes me uncomfortable. Being a Christian myself, I feel like this does border on blasphemy. I don’t know why the man posted it, but I wish he hadn’t. I wish Trump would not say, do, or post a lot of stuff. But he does, because he’s a flawed human and has an overinflated ego.

He also has a sense of humor, if not a little warped.

He also does these type of things on purpose because he enjoys watching his haters’ heads explode.

He’s also a great President with huge cojones and the courage to tackle a lot of tough issues that need to be addressed. Americans have gotten so complacent and spoiled when it comes to overindulging and partaking of overinflated programs, perks and benefits. But nothing lasts forever and we’re running out of money. Someone HAS to be willing to be the bad guy, the tough parent, and make some tough decisions if we ever want this country to heal, be better and get back in the black.

But I digress …

I do not agree with his choice to post this. I think it was in poor taste and even poorer judgement, but he did it and now I think even he regrets it evidenced by the fact that he deleted it shortly after posting it.

We all do stupid things. We all make dumb decisions. We all act a fool and take things a little too far at times. It happens. And it happened with Trump. Hopefully, he won’t do anything this bone headed again anytime soon. (::fingers crossed::)

Heads have exploded. People who routinely demonize Christianity are now clutching their pearls in self-imposed shock at Trump’s audacity. Give me a break. The man is a troll. He enjoys ruffling his haters’ feathers. He is a narcissist with an over-inflated opinion of himself.

He is who he is.

I still only care about what he does with this country. And so far, he’s doing all right. Is he perfect? Pfft, please. Of course not. But he’s done way more for this country than his predecessors.

And frankly? That’s all I care about at this point.

Now stop posting stupid pictures of yourself and get back to work, Donald.

Crafting, Life, Wordy Wednesday

Wordy Wednesday: Being Crafty

I’ve mentioned in the past that I’m not a big crafter, at least, I didn’t used to be. Okay, I’m still not, but I do enjoy cross-stitching and diamond painting. I didn’t really get back into crafts until my dad died and I wanted to not only comfort my mom through the grief, but keep her company, have something to do with her, etc. So – I got back into it.

Now – every Saturday is mom day. We take turns getting together at each other’s houses every week. We go to lunch, watch a few episodes of Survivor, (we’re currently on season 16), then work on crafts together. Mom works on everything – she knits, crochets, paints, (her style is more whimsical and she will paint on bottles, saws, books – just about anything with a surface), works with plastic canvas, sews, (though not her favorite) … she pretty much does it all. My mom lives for crafts. It’s her lifeline, her solace, her happy place.

Right now, I’m just into cross-stitching and diamond painting though as I’ve mentioned I like felting and would like to get more into that, but for now, those are my go-to crafts. I like to sit down after work and cross-stitch while listening to an audio book. It’s SOOOO relaxing.

I won’t bore the non-crafters out there with too much more craft talk but I thought I would show you what I’ve been working on so far this year.

I apologize for the wrinkles. Obviously, I haven’t ironed them out yet, but you get the gist. I love to create, I hate to finish, lol. I just completed the truck at the top, it says “Welcome Spring” – you can’t see it very well because it’s white. Also, “Penelope”, the creature in the upper top left is on perforated paper. The umbrella and the bouquet of flowers are meant to “stick” to the “doll” when I complete it. I just need to cut them out, finish the edges and stick velcro dots on them. Penelope is one part of four “dolls” that are coming out in the Just Cross Stitch magazine this year. I might have them all done in time for the Christmas craft sale, we’ll see. I just enjoy working with the perforated paper. It’s obviously stiffer than Aida cloth but not as rigid as plastic canvas. It’s paper, so it will tear, but it’s sturdy and fun to work with.

I want to complete more cross-stitch ornaments, bookmarks and other projects before the Fall/Christmas sales this year. I need to ramp up my craft time!

Too bad work gets in the way. Ha!

Wordy Wednesday

Wordy Wednesday – Painting with Beads

Do you know what Diamond painting is? It’s basically paint-by-number only instead of paint, you stick beads, or “drills”, onto a sticky printed canvas. You can get them for dirt cheap on Temu.

(Or – at least you could back in the days of free shipping – now, with the Tariffs, shipping is more than your order!)

This is me, “painting”, (I use that term loosely because come on, I’m sticking beads on to a canvas, not sure it’s really classified as painting), in our cargo-trailer-converted-into-a-camper wearing my “Lost at Last” shirt that I only wear when we go camping. I’m sitting in front of our bed, which is on top of kitchen cabinets Kevin bought at Habitat for Humanity for dirt cheap.

We saw this idea on one of the hundreds of YouTube videos we watched from people who had also converted a cargo trailer into a camper and thought it was a cool idea – our “garage” is under the bed, on the other side of these cabinets. We use the cabinets to store our clothes and the long drawer you see to the left of me is one big cabinet that we use for our dirty clothes.

(Side note: I ended up selling that diamond painting in my mom’s craft booth).