Category Archives: Kids

Wednesday 4. October 2017

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Normally wouldn’t sit down to write this time of day, but I just can’t seem to focus on anything…figured I should just bite the bullet and sit for 30 minutes and see if I can’t slow down my brain.  

Sat down a little while ago to do my daily readings, something I’ve been slack on lately…when I couldn’t get through a paragraph of my Bible reading without my mind wandering off, it was time to change what I was doing.  Started getting laundry to together, sorted and a load started and had several things popping around in my mind, figured it was time to sit down and write.

You know, I’ve been so blessed in my life.  Grew up in the 70’s and 80’s, such a simple time.  Well, being a kid should be a simple time no matter what time it is.  Recently I was thinking about how different my childhood was compared to my kids and so wish my kids could have grown up like I did, running wild and free on the farm without a care in the world other than not wanting to wear that slip with that damned dress mom was making me wear to Sunday School.  Oh, how I hated those damned slips!  I grew up in a bubble, so naive to so many things when I went out into the world.  At one time I thought that was a bad thing, it was a really good thing. 

I recall very few bad things of what was going on in the world prior to upper high school.  I remember being afraid of going to war with Muammar Gaddafi way back when I was little.  I remember the occasional negative comment about Jimmy Carter and really that’s about it. 

Makes me think of something mom used to say from time to time when we were kids and obviously I must say it because my kids have said the phrase from time to time and smile each time they do…”You have more aches and pains than Carter has pills” or “You bitch and complain more than Carter has pills”.  Not sure if that was a saying at the time or just something out of my mom’s mouth, we have kept the saying going without realizing it!

I’m a person who watches and listens to the news/political shows/talk radio, have for ages.  Recall sitting and watching the 5:30 Evening News with Dan Rather as a kid, mom and dad didn’t watch the evening news….neither did my siblings.  Remember sitting cross legged in front of the tv, on the floor in the living room. Started watching Headline News back in the mid-90’s when The Girl was little and have ebbed and flowed over the years.  Have always tried to catch myself having the news on when the kids were growing up, not wanting to scare them.  Still have to watch myself to this day with Bubba, at 15, he still gets spooked really easily if he doesn’t catch a story from the very beginning.

It would be great if my kids could look back and remember taking off into the corn field on foot and walking around an entire field, watching the butterflies and grasshoppers and making up stories as they walked.  They didn’t have that on our 11 acres.  Even spending all the time they did at my folks, it’s something they never did.  My kids are the type that couldn’t think of anything to do outside, have always thought that was really sad.  Would have loved to have a tree grove growing up like we do here, my siblings and I would have played in the trees for hours upon hours.  Whenever I’d mention it they would be like, “what am I supposed to do when I go out into the trees”?  

My cousin Brooke and I would take big logs from the firewood on the front porch and set them up as hurdles in the front yard when we’d set up a “track” to race, we’d play track and field.  We did have imaginations and we laugh so hard some days when we get to talking about some of the things we did as littles.  We were always being told to “go outside and play” by our mothers.  My kids will remember their time at Gramma and Grampa’s with their cousins, sitting in the house and waiting for the kitchen timer to go off to say it was time for the next kid in line to get computer time and Gramma not wanting the kids to play outside because they’d get hurt or it was too muddy or too cold. Mom has said numerous times she didn’t have to worry about us like she does the grands.  Craziness!  I’m always telling the kids to get off the couch and that damned computer and those stinkin phones and go outside!  Gramma backs that up with telling me it’s her house and not my place to tell the kids what to do.  UGH!  Don’t recall if my grammas were that way.

On the awesome side…went to the Iowa Lakes with my mom and Bubba on Saturday.  Mom’s older and only brother passed away a little over a year ago and his wife wanted mom to have some family things he’d had passed down to him.  The large Bible above was my Great-Grandma Lucy’s, mom thinks it may have been her mother’s.  The little books on top are school books of my 2X Great-Grandpa McKee (Lucy’s dad) and written in the one says 1858 Comaghy…he came from Ireland in 1865.  One of the small Bibles says to Martha from Mother…Grandma Lucy wrote in it saying it was given to her mother Martha from her mother Letticia…how awesome is that? 

We have to go back again, the large secretary that goes with these books was too big for my the short box of my pickup.  The deal is, the books were kept in Great-Grandma Lucy’s secretary, they stay with the secretary.  Sometimes being the baby of the family has it’s advantages!  No, actually, my brother has the desks of both of our grandfathers and my sister the desk of my mom’s mom…I said it was only fair that when the day came, that I should get it.  Mom said she doesn’t want it, doesn’t want that responsibility, so if I have a place to put it now, I could have it now.  

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Also had the chance to stop at my cousin and her husband’s fish shop (not really sure what it’s called, all fishing stuff).  We don’t get the chance to see Cousin T very often, so was a great 30 minutes.  She introduced us to a the regulars that came in, such a kick one of the older guys started telling some stories and referred to me as Cousin…made me smile.  

Of course Ruby Pearl got to come along for the ride, in her Nebraska Cornhusker gear!  This was the best behaved she was the entire trip, next time she stays home with dad!

Hugs and Prayers for Peace for One and All!  Hug your loved ones and tell them you love them everyday! 

Peace!

Brother

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Many moons ago when The Girl was just a little a series of events happened within a short time that from time to time we still get a good laugh about. 

When three years old a friend gave us a blue heeler pup, the runt of the litter, we named him Sam.  KSCN0028_edited-1.jpg

Girlie and Sam were inseparable from the start, they were quite the pair!  As they grew their bond became so strong that no one besides me, The Old Boy and the grandparents could get near her without Sam coming between.  In time we started calling him Brother, it fit.  Living in a small town of about 250 and with my working at the town’s small Mart and with Brother going with us almost everywhere, people knew Sammy at K’s Brother. 

Think it was the summer after K turned 5 that a new family to town bought and started up the small town cafe.  Often K and I would go to the cafe at noon with our friend Miss Velma, eat dinner and socialize.  Almost always we wouldn’t eat all our food, we’d get a box to take the leftovers home for Brother. 

One day Miss Velma was laughing as she said she had a hoot of a story.  The owners of the cafe were rather concerned about K’s brother, we never brought him in to eat with us and they never saw this brother any other time when they would see me and K.  The very kind people thought we had this little boy at home that we didn’t bring out in public and would take our leftovers home to!  Miss Velma told them that they had seen Brother, the blue heeler dog we often had with us when walking around town.  They’d never even thought that the dog could be the Brother we took our food home to! 

About that same time a young family moved to town, not far down the street from where we were living.  The mother came to me one day with a story.  This mom was teaching Vacation Bible School in town and K was with her group.  After the story she told she asked all the kids to raise their hands if they had siblings and K raised her hand.  Mrs. H. asked K about her siblings being she’d seen us many times and had never seen any other children.  K said she had a brother named Sammy, he was her dog! 

The love between a girl and her dog, absolutely priceless!

Peace!

Homecoming

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(our county fair royalty 2017)

Yesterday I was flipping through my Facebook home page and caught a post from a cousin of mine asking if Homecoming Royalty has passed it’s time and whether or not it’s fair to the non-popular kids.  One of his options to keeping the tradition and making it fair to everyone would be to put all names in a hat and draw names and asking for peoples opinions. 

All but one person who had answered his question stated they thought homecoming royalty had passed it’s time by 50 years, that it isn’t fair and homecoming should totally be gotten rid of, that homecoming itself had passed it’s prime.  One person whom I don’t know but know the name as being from our school agreed with my thoughts.  One.  There were more than 20 people who had posted their opinion. 

Seldom do I give my opinion on any Facebook HOT BUTTON type issue/social anything and I stay away from Twitter because my blood pressure would only go through the roof more than reading many posts of FB.  Yesterday I dared to give my opinion in a way that was as non-blood pressure raising to those who think differently than myself. 

Homecoming isn’t forced on anyone, those who wish to participate can do so and those who don’t wish to can stay home and let everyone else in the community enjoy themselves.  When I was a senior in 1990/91, I remember homecoming week as a time of unity (my graduating class was around 45) and bonding.  I belonged to neither the popular group, athletic group or any of the other groups in our school, I went to school and did what I had to do and went home.  I got along with almost everyone in the school but it wasn’t my thing.  At the end of the day I didn’t socialize with school people, had other interests.  With that being said, homecoming week was so different.  Everyone was ONE, we were the Wildcats, we were proud of our school.  Guessing things haven’t changed that much, why take that away from those who so enjoy homecoming week and all that comes with it. 

The gal that agreed with me stated that my drawing names out of a hat for homecoming court would be the same as everyone getting a participation trophy, absolutely 100% agree.  She said that her daughter hadn’t been chosen for the court and even though her daughter runs in the popular crowd, it was no biggie.  Her daughter was happy for those who were chosen and was planning on enjoying next week.  Why can’t we all think that way? 

My niece was chosen for court (above as our county fair queen) and we are proud of her, she’s been super involved in school and out of school activities and is kind and giving.  If CR hadn’t have been chosen we still would have been happy for everyone who had made court. 

I feel that in this day and age there is too much super-sensitivity going on.  As the other mother also stated, if these kids don’t learn in school how to deal with being chosen or not being chosen for things they want, how are they going to be as adults when things don’t go their way?  Spot on!  Kids need to toughen up and the older generations who have gotten soft also need to toughen up.  This world is a mighty tough place…taking offense to everything doesn’t get us too far in life. 

Let kids be kids and enjoy something as simple as homecoming week during their youth.  Adulthood comes too soon in life, let the kids enjoy their youth for the short time they have it. 

Peace! 

Thursday 24. August 2017

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School is back in session!  This is the first year in many that we only have one yahoo in school.  The Girl graduated college this past December and now The Boy is a Freshman in high school.  Thinking it should be bothering me, but this summer seemed to last FOREVER, so I’m reveling in having the place to myself to actually get some work done.  As I told The Old Boy earlier today, time to get the place back in order after letting things go over the summer.

Days ago I sat down with my notebook and added to the list of afghans to make, adding the kiddos who will graduate in May who are special to make afghans for. Going to have to pick up my game and increase my crocheting time from two hours a day to three or four…two nephews, two nieces and two cousins, also want to throw together a temperature afghan together for our 25th wedding anniversary in May.  Going to have to do better at managing my time, which is a goal I have for this school year.  Something I was really good at before The Boy was born.  

So, big plans for myself starting now!  Yesterday was chomping at the bit, so much to do and of course the patience of one thing at a time and everything not being able to be done at once, kept having to remind myself.  Absolutely positive right now and hoping I can stay that way.  One small step at a time, right!?  

Best Wish to All!  Peace!

Friday 18. August 2017

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It’s that time again…ticking down the days until school starts back for a new year. It’s been a long summer, time to get the boy back to the grind and myself back to some sort of routine again.  

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(somewhere around Niobrara, Nebraska)

We’ve actually had a rather nice summer around the homestead, The Old Boy and I actually toned it down this year, have diddled around the place and let the DNA take over and played Hobby Farmers.  Old Boy has torn down fence, put up new fence, torn down old and put up more new.  He’s seemed to really have enjoyed it. I’ve played barefoot in my flower garden many evenings with an audio book playing.  

Bubba won’t admit it, but he seems to be getting bored with our slow pace this summer.  He kept busy until the past month or so, bond fires with friends in the evenings, driving up and down the driveway with his pickup in the evenings while visiting with his friends on the phone.  He’s on his third girlfriend of the summer, so spending time with her a little now.  First football game of the season is tonight, so he’s going to watch her dance at half-time and then they are going to bond fire with friends until I go get him.  Five months and he’ll have his drivers license, will be so nice!

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(Niobrara, Nebraska)

We haven’t done out normal small trips this summer like we have for many summers.  The kids and I started taking my mom on mini-vacations each summer about 12 or 13 years ago.  No one could get into the groove this year.  With The Girl gone and out in Western Nebraska, and with Bubba being 15, mom and I are the only ones really wanting to go, but going without the kids doesn’t sound fun though.  

We did take an afternoon trip to West Bend, Iowa to The Grotto of The Redemption…my mom, Bubba and my niece Lu.  Beautiful, peaceful place…one doesn’t need to be Catholic to feel the beauty of this place.

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(The Grotto of The Redemption…West Bend, Iowa)

My guys humored me a few weeks ago and went with me to Winnebago, Nebraska to their 151st Pow Wow…AMAZING!  Had been wanting to for years, this year I decided it was time, less than two hours from where we live, so the boys weren’t away from their work for too long.  It wasn’t really their thing, but I absolutely LOVED it!  The drums, the clothing…don’t know what to say other than it was amazing!

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(Pow Wow at Niobrara, Nebraska)

This past weekend I stepped outside of my box and did something I’ve never done before…went on a mini-trip while leaving my boys at home in charge of the dogs. There was a Pow Wow in Niobrara, Nebraska that I wanted to go to and the boys did not, our daughter said she’d meet me and go, having never been to one.  We met in O’Neill and spent the night, we swam and visited for about an hour at the end of the evening.  Definitely something we’ll have to do again.

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(Niobrara, Nebraska)

A nice end to the summer break.  Was glad to come home to the house still standing and the dogs having been taken good care of.  You know I worried more about leaving the dogs than the boys!  I’m a worrier.  

Now we are at the end of school break, time to start something new…our baby is going into high school and I’ve come to the realization that it’s time for me to do something different for myself.  Not sure what it’s going to be, but the little kid years are over, they don’t need me as much as they used to…so going to have plenty of time to discover a new routine.  

Peace!

Thursday 22. June 2017

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Damn, doesn’t feel like we should already be almost a month into summer break.  Have been running with Drivers Ed since a week after school ended for the year, thankfully almost done…drives one last time tomorrow and three more classes in the next two weeks.  Will be so nice when Bubba gets his school license and can drive himself to school this coming year and Old Boy and I won’t have to play tag on the almost hour round trip each morning.  It’s been worth it though, so glad we decided to open enroll outside of our school district.  Bubba feels as though he belongs at WC more than he did at MVAO.  

Been such an odd summer.  The first couple weeks it felt like the guys were constantly up my butt and I was beginning to feel enclosed.  The past week has been the exact opposite, the boys have been busy.  

Told Old Boy earlier tonight that this difference in how Bubba is compared to K at his age, day and night difference and feels strange to Ma.  When K was 15 our house was where the group landed more often than not, I was always running with K and friends.  

Even as seniors in high school I recall telling Old Boy that the girls needed to get a life, they most often than not spent weekend evenings at home with us.  I never complained, just thought it was odd because we were always out and about on the weekends or would be in the basement watching movies, not sitting in the living room with the family.

K was never much of one to enjoy being away from home.  Could pry count on both hands how many times she spent the night with friends at their homes in all her school years, she could usually talk her friends into coming to our place instead.  Never complained and still don’t, really enjoyed all those years.  

Bubba is a different cat, he will go and do with his buddies and even spend the night here and there, a few times he’s even gone for the entire weekend.  The boys are fishing, roping and sitting around the bond fire in our yard almost daily.  So different from his sister.  Can only imagine what his high school years are going to be like…he’s already had four girlfriends that I know of, three who’ve been here to “hang out”.  Lord help me with this one!  

This past weekend was Father’s Day.  Decided to go a bit crazy with my dad this year being I’m always treating mom, she’d easy to get little things for…dad, not so much.  Late in the day Sunday Bubba and I went to where dad was roping to take his basket.  One of the many things in the basket was a bottle of Black Velvet.  Dad was tickled, mother was not.  I’ve gotten an ear from her twice now.  Note…no more booze for grampa!  

But you know, being the baby of the family…it’s my job to cause problems!  🙂

Peace!

 

Monday 19. June 2017

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Enjoying summer at the homestead, going whichever the way the wind blows lately.

Have been enjoying taking over cattle chores.  The four longhorns aren’t very nice to Herman, our little guy, don’t like to let him up to the bunk until the corn is gone…have been bonding with him, Kirk would say SPOILING him, such a sweet little guy!

Slowly getting the weeding done among all the flowers, loving watching them start to bloom.  The lilies are going crazy right now.

Enjoyed an entire weekend to myself this past weekend, the boys had a two day roping in southern Iowa.  

Peace!