My Dumping Ground

Ah, welcome to the blog. The place I turn to when I can not sleep for all the thoughts running through my head.

Tomorrow is going to be a busy day. I should be sleeping but I can't.
Partially due to all the things on my to-do list, thinking over this and thinking over that. And the rest being that my husband beat me to the bed and is now laying diagonally and snoring. LOUDLY. And why do men turn into super fiery furnaces when they sleep? I am already having hot flashes as it is (side effect of the meds) and when you add in the fiery beast I call hubs it gets hot in the room.

But my super fiery furnace, is sweet, yes he is. He cleaned the kitchen this week and did all the laundry without me asking. I am grateful. Tomorrow he is venturing out with me to help move my grandparents and that has proven to be a love offering of gigantic proportions.

Note to self for when we move: THROW OUT THE CRAP BEFORE YOU PACK.

I love my g-parents very much but man, they will not get rid of ANYTHING because it is all worth something. Unfortunately it is all a junk and not worth a hill of beans.

Perfect example, they had a bunch of writing pens that they have collected over the years in a brass cup. You know the kind you get when you go to the bank, school function or store? None of the pens work and they are covered with 4 inches of dust because they haven't been used since Clinton was president. Granny told me to ask my grandfather what he wanted to do with them and not just throw them away. Seeing as how she said this as I had one hand on the garbage bag and was turning the cup in order to drop it in, I figured I better ask. God knows dried up writing pens with 4 inches of dust are great worth. Do you know what Bonner (g-daddy) said to me, "Do you think they are worth anything?"

"Uh no. Come on Bonner let's live dangerously and toss em in the trash."

He agreed but man it just gets better from there.

Sixteen year old cousin Martha and I have been throwing stuff away when no one is watching and between her texting her friends. She will hold something up and say, "Toss it quick, they will never know." And so when Granny and Bonner's attention has been turned elsewhere we secretly throw away the junk.

Now Cagle Cousins you keep your mouth closed. Don't you dare tell them our secret. Oh and be watching in the mail because Granny not only wanted me to send an email to you all with her contact information but she also wanted to send a letter, handwritten with the new info listed. I keep telling her "Granny you do not know the power that is behind a simple email." To which she replies, "Yes, yes I know but I don't want to loose contact with anyone, so send a letter too." Cagle's, I am begging you, call her new number starting Sunday so she knows that all is well and drop that girl a card in the mail (her 75th birthday is Thursday)

You know, I say all of this and it may sound like I am complaining but the truth is, I would move heaven and earth to help my grandparents. They have been so good to me over the years and I cherish every single moment with them. I realize that they won't be around for the rest of my life so I see things like driving to doctor appointments, grocery shopping, mailing and emailing contact information, packing, unpacking their stuff as a gift from God. It is one more memory I can log into the noggin and the memories I will cherish on the days that Granny isn't just a phone call away. I am so happy that they will be less than 5 minutes from me. I could run to their house if I chose to. But since I am not completely crazy about excercise I will drive, thank you. I pray that all my actions can show God's love to them, especially my grandfather who does not want you to mention God or church to him. All though, the past few weeks, we have had more talks about how God has blessed him over the years. Mainly due to the fact that I ask him every day, "Do you realize how blessed you are by God to have a granddaughter like me?" This always gets a sly smile and a toss of Reese's peanut butter cup (our favorite snack) But I pray, oh how I pray, that my actions and my unconditional love be the thing that soften Bonner's heart to God. I believe Bonner needs more than words about God but the actions to back it up. Plus, I made a promise to my great-grandmother, his mother, that I would never give up on him coming to know Jesus. So I choose not to give up on them, no matter how crazy tomorrow turns out. I will not give up on them.

And that dear friends, is all the dumping I have for the blog tonight.

Good night, sleep tight.

Whoops!

I have been known to say the wrong word in a sentence from time to time. Most times I don't even catch it until someone processes what I just said and says, "Did you just say....?"

And usually my reply is, "Was that wrong?"

Which leads to Jeff giving me the proper word that I meant to use and explains the definition of the other word that I said incorrectly.

Well...

When we were at NASA the other day they had a flight simulator that you could ride to experience what an astronaut feels when they launch. But for the longest time I did not say it correctly nor did I catch myself saying it wrong until both hubby and his brother said, "Did you just say Flight stimulator!"

"What?! That's not correct?!"

Oh how we all laughed when I realized my mistake.

Jeff even said, "You better put THAT on the blog!"

So there you go, hope you had a good laugh at my expense!

:)

I Don't Want To Forget the Memories...

Last night I spent the night with my grandparents. I was going over to hang out with them after Jeff left for work and hubs suggested I take my toothbrush and pj's so that I didn't feel like I had to rush home.

It was a nice surprise for my grandparents...who didn't kick me out even though Jeff teased that they might.

I knew I should have brought my camera b/c there were lots of funny moments I wished I would have captured.

Oh well I will store them in words here so that I can read them again one day.

1. Watching the Rangers do well then loose horribly to the Yankee's.
2. Hearing Granny call A-Rod's new fling a slut! Yes, she said "Slut." (If you don't know who I am talking about she sang Vogue, Cherish, Holiday)
3. Bonner declaring at 8 p.m that it was watermelon time and fixing us a big ole bowl to eat. I LOVE WATERMELON!
4. Bonner said a cuss word then quickly changed it to the child friendly term. So I told him I was now 30 I have heard those words before. Then Granny said, "We still don't want him to talk that way in front of the children." I guess I will always be a child to her. :)
5. Bonner went and restocked the candy jar when he heard I was coming to visit this week. He had my favorite, Reece's peanut butter cups piled high in that jar and insisted that 9 0'clock was candy time.
6. Going to bed in my "old room". Bonner offered to tuck me in but since I was not near ready for bed at 9:30 p.m, like he was, I told him I would be just fine tucking in myself this one time. He said, "Wake us if you need us, Ding-a-ling."
7. Waking up to the smell of coffee and sausage cooking. And finding that it wasn't Granny cooking but Bonner. Bonner even made biscuits and gravy and it was delicious. Who knew he could cook so well!
8. Bonner telling me, like he did in the old days, that he couldn't sleep last night because I was snoring too loud. And I responded like I did when I was little, "That snoring was not me it was YOU!"

We had so much fun last night that we decided to make this a regular event. There is something about the familiarity of spending the night with your favorite grandparents that makes me feel as if I was a kid again. And thankfully my husband works nights so I am free to spend the night with them as often as I like.

See how sweet life can be when you live in the present moment?

Reason 10,000,000 Why They Call Me Ding A Ling

I have been selling a few of my old scrapbook albums on EBAY.

I have a pair of stark white albums that Jeff once bought me at COSTCO in order to help me scrapbook on a budget. These albums never really found their way into my heart so out they went this week.

I was so excited when someone decided they wanted them.

The minute they paid the money I shipped these albums right on out of here.

I guess in my haste I forgot to check the albums before I shipped them off.

I don't even remember using them. But I guess I did because I got an email today from the buyer telling me that she had a few of my personal layouts and would like to send them back.

I am so embarassed by this because I have no clue what pages are in those albums.

No Clue.

I vaguely remember using the albums as a holding cell for a few layouts when I had no album but these two beasts to put them in.

I guess I will know by the end of this week because this sweet buyer already mailed them out to me.

Note to self: Check the merchandise you sell before you ship it out.

Sorry, I Just Had to Interrupt

Tonight Jeff and I are going to an "END OF THE SCHOOL YEAR" cookout with some of our friends and I have been put in charge of the dessert. I decided to do Brownie Sundaes. As I started to make the brownies today, I could not find the eggs. I looked all over for the eggs I just bought less than 2 hours ago. What could I have done with them?!?!




Let's just say I gave new meaning to the phrase "putting my eggs on ice" this afternoon.

Yes, that's right they were in the freezer for over 2 hours. Thankfully I had just enough fresh eggs on hand from the grocery run this last week or I would of been out of luck. Especially if I didn't have time to thaw out my eggs or never even found them until I had to pull out the ice cream for tonight.

Good Gracious!

Now please continue on to the next post to give me your thoughts. I won't post again until I get 15 or 20 comments. Not sure why that is the total. Maybe it is because I learned in statistics class, back in college, that it is good to have more than one person when trying to figure out the statistical ratio (is that correct lingo). How do I know this? Because Mrs. Teach wouldn't accept my answer as the only one on research project I had to do for a test grade. It was a sad day when I had to scramble to find more answers to my question (which I do not remember what it was) I just remember running into a few people on campus asking them their thoughts and asking them right after to give me a different opinion. This way I had multiple opinions without having to do much leg work. (Reason #455 while I am still working on my college degree at age 29. I am such an over achiever!)

Mama is just shaking her head while little Elijah is banging his head and both are looking at each other while my Mom asks the age old question "Where did I go wrong with this child? Where did I go wrong?"

Mother, it's one of those age old mysteries that you will never figure out!

Trying to Post Something Not Too Depressing Or Deep...

Today while staying with my great-grandmother I got mistaken for a nurse while walking the halls. Instead of correcting the "male nurse" that should know better since his desk is right outside of Mom's room I went along for the ride.

Male Nurse: "Haven't I worked with you before?"

Susan: "Maybe. Where do you think we worked together?"

(I was thinking he would say Chili's here I swear-since I have worked at the Chili's next door to the hospital.)

Male Nurse: "You worked with me at the Lewisville ER didn't you?"

Susan: "Let's see. What years were you there?"

Male Nurse: " %#%" (not sure what he says here, I was contemplating my next line)

Susan: "Nope sorry I didn't work at that ER during those years."

And then I walked away. So later when I asked for an extra set of silverware so that I could share the choclate pudding with Room 281 you should seen Male Nurses face. Priceless...

Do you think he was wondering at this point why a fellow nurse would be sharng another patients pudding?

Nah, I bet at that point he realized I was not that nurse he used to work with in the Lewisville ER.