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Celebrate good times, come on!

“Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.”  ~Marcel Proust

I am so fortunate to have so many people who make my soul blossom. 

One of them is my Grandma.  We celebrated my grandma’s 90th birthday by throwing her a surprise party…which is a risk at her age, because you want her to be surprised, but not TOO surprised, if you know what I mean.  She was thrilled, as I knew she would be.  Her expression was priceless.

In this shot, she is pointing at all of us and then saying “Liar!” in our ears as we all hugged her.  It was quite hilarious.  We did have to tell a few lies to make it all come together.  But, hey, it was for a good cause, no? 

There were so many people who came out to honor Grandma.  Her brother, now her only living sibling (there were nine of them originally), was there.  My brothers and I met cousins we never knew we had.   And there were tons of her church family there as well. 

And there was cake!  Doesn’t get much better than that!

It was a bit of a whirlwind trip though.  We left Friday afternoon and returned Sunday afternoon and the kids started back to school today. Are these the faces of stressed children?  I think not.


I find it a little distressing that I am the mother of a 10th grader and a 7th grader.  I was just 21 the other week, right?  They are growing up too fast, but I am loving the people they are becoming. Here’s to another great school year!


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Talks too much


“Be careful of your thoughts; they may become words at any moment.”  ~Ira Gassen

I have sat down here at the computer about 3 different times in the last week to write something.  For one reason or another, I haven’t.  Surely it isn’t for lack of things to say.  That, folks, is pretty much a non-problem for me!  I’m the kid who got an “N” in conduct on her report card every 9 weeks and written beside that in flowery teachery writing were the words “Talks Too Much.”  You get my drift.  I guess I feel like I don’t have anything interesting to write about.  Nothing really funny.  I think I feel like I have to be funny.  Basically, life is pretty un-funny right now.  However, I make it a policy to try to find something to laugh about every day.  It’s good for your health, you know.  So, here’s the un-funny what’s what around here…

Granny’s party was a HUGE success!  We totally pulled it off.  Thanks to all the helping hands!  My SIL, Amy (who was sick as a dog and pretty much a ‘medicine head’ the whole time) put together a beautifully decorated room and bought food, which my SIL, Lisa, so skillfully plated and organized on the tables.  My mom and I felt like we ran around just doing whatever to meet those two things in the middle.  Meanwhile, my two brothers and my hubby did the man things like pushing around chairs and tables and running errands and making sure the kids didn’t destroy stuff.  The kids were pretty much bored, but hey…Amy also had a some lovely friends who helped that night who made it possible for us to sit back and enjoy the party–Doug, Nancy, Cindy and Robin.  An incredible blessing.  The look on Granny Hobbs’s face was SO priceless.  She cried.  It was so worth it. She greeted everyone, people ate, there was music by our friend, Kenny (who she loves) and by my younger brother (who she also loves, duh).  After all that was done, my dad got up to say a few words…well, scratch that, my dad never just says a ‘few words’.  He shared about how much his mama means to him and how she is the most incredible woman in the world and how much he loves her.  I’m not going to lie, it gave me a tear.  After it was all said and done, I asked Granny Hobbs, “Are you mad at us?”  She said, “Naaaaah.  But your Daddy talks too much.” (Hmm, something about the apple falling from the tree comes to mind here??) Yes, he does literally talk too much, but in this case, her meaning was more along the lines of, “your Daddy talked too much about ME.”  She’s not one who likes being made over.  But when you get to celebrate turning 90, that deserves getting to be doted on and bragged about. Doncha think?  Especially when, as we later found out, Granny Hobbs had NEVER had a birthday party.  I mean, dang.  You shouldn’t have to wait till your 90.  It was a great evening.

Jacob also celebrated his 14th birthday that weekend.  He got some new roller blades.  His old ones were in sad shape…they were too small and the wheels were all wonky. So he was pretty stoked and spent the weekend roller blading…especially while he was having to wait on us cleaning/decorating the church for the party.  Emma took her blades too and so they had some fun.  I can’t believe my boy is 14.  It blows me away.  Coolest. Kid. Ever.  Well one of the two, anyway. 😉

Other than all that, things are pretty status quo around here…eat, sleep, school, homework, laundry, etc, etc.  Oh and then there’s that whole high school thing looming out there as well.  We have some big decisions to make here shortly regarding public vs. home education for Jacob.  We are praying, gathering info and weighing everything.  Why is it such an overwhelming decision?  I mean, it only affects the rest of my kid’s life.  It will work out.  It always does.



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Sharing the Birthday Love.


“There aren’t enough days in the weekend.”  ~Rod Schmidt



Have I told y’all how much I love Friday?  Love love love it.  Friday is my most favorite day of the week.  Mainly because it means we aren’t going to have to do the crazy-homework-for-3-hours thing on Friday night.  Instead, we get to relax and I get to see a smile on my little boy’s face.  My not-so-little boy.  Who will be 14 in exactly 8 days. If you do the math (I generally choose NOT to, but in this case I can make an exception) you will notice that 8 days from now is Valentine’s Day.  My sweet boy was born on Valentine’s Day and I love that.  Such a great holiday to have a birthday, doncha think?

My grandma turned 90 years old this week.  We all call her Granny Hobbs–and when I say “all”, I mean many people who are not her grandchildren call her Granny as well.  She’s a trip and she’d just as soon tell you off as look at you. I’m not kidding.  Please do not, I repeat, do not, try to discuss anything of a political nature with her.  OH, and do not send her cut flowers either.  Just don’t.  She doesn’t like to watch them die.  Send her a plant instead.  It’s just best to know to avoid these things ahead of time.  Fact is, she’s 90 years old and she can, and WILL, say whatever the heck she wants to.  And, I think that should be allowed.  She still drives (daytime only), lives independently, shops regularly at thrift shops and Wal-Mart, goes to the beauty shop once a week for her “helmet hair” (contact me if you need further explanation of this phenomenon), and cares for her various and sundry plants and cats.  She loves to watch her “stories”…All My Children is her fave.  As of last summer, she was still working at a little beach shop owned by her friend Juanita.  Juanita (pronounced Wan-ee-ter), who is almost as old as Granny Hobbs, called her this week to wish her a happy birthday and to ask her if she was going to work at the beach shop again this summer.  Granny Hobbs said, “If I’m able.”  Keep in mind she’s been saying for several years, “I don’t think I’ll work at the shop next summer.”  She is extremely generous and never asks for anything.  In fact, you just might hack her off if you do something for her.  She is fiercely independent.  She always has some candy on hand in her purse to give any kids that she might come in contact with.  Growing up as the only granddaughter in the family, I was incredibly spoiled by her.  My brothers can attest to that.  Now she spoils all the grandkids and loves every minute of it.  She’d spend her last penny on something for them…or any of us, for that matter, if we needed it.   She doesn’t talk about the past too much…it’s pretty taboo…but what I gather is the following:  She was one of 9 children in a poor family.  She married my grandfather, had his baby, and watched him get shipped overseas never to return.  He was just 19 years old.  As a 22ish widow, she worked very hard, raised my Daddy on her own, and did a pretty fine job, I’d like to say.  She never remarried, though there were some boyfriends in there somewhere, or so I’m told.    Together with my parents and my sisters-in-law, we are putting together a surprise 90th birthday party for Granny Hobbs next weekend.  She will be angry with us.  Probably really angry.  But, oh well.  I’m pretty sure she will love it and hate it all at the same time.  It’s a risk we are willing to take.  It’s the least we can do.







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