I have noticed a lot of nostalgic posts as I’ve been making my visits around the blogosphere… people writing of childhood memories of family and friends and special moments in their lives.It’s been a very sentimental trip.In keeping with this theme, I came across something that I wanted to share with you….a walk down memory lane. Enjoy!
A little house with three bedrooms and one car on the street,
A mower that you had to push to make the grass look neat.
In the kitchen on the wall we only had one phone,
And no need for recording things, someone was always home.
We only had a living room where we would congregate,
Unless it was at mealtime in the kitchen where we ate.
We had no need for family rooms or extra rooms to dine,
When meeting as a family, those two rooms would work out fine.
My 2 ½ year old granddaughter will be a big sister soon.I don’t think she really understands the concept of it all; but she knows Mommy has a baby in her tummy and lovingly kisses it when you say, “Where’s the baby, Bella?”
We’re all looking forward to the new addition…only the 2nd in our family.I’m excited to see what this little one will look like and how Bella will view this strange little person about to enter her life.She’s still “the baby” to Grandma, and I have a lot more doting hours planned for her alone.She’s at that adorable/busy stage where everything is a question; and you better be ready with the answers.
Bella’s had it pretty good with all of Mommy and Daddy’s attention devoted solely on her.She gets a lot of attention in general…from everybody.Life is great when you’re 2 ½ and you’re the center of where all the action is.Everything you say is heard, everything you do is addressed, and everything you want is considered.Nirvana!
Now add to the mix…this new little creature.Though none of us foresee any adjustment problems…we all know the possibilities.For as loving as Bella is regarding the “baby” right now; it’s a whole other thing when it shows up in person.
Only time will tell how Bella will deal with being a big sister.But, she’s been getting ready.She just got her very own “big girl bed,” and has seemed to have mastered that very nicely.She loves her “Big Sister Dora” DVD that Grandma got her for Christmas….and watches it ALL the time.And, my daughter tells me that she’s been more attentive than usual to her baby doll…cuddling her, feeding her…and even making an attempt at putting a diaper on her.She’s definitely getting ready.
In this time before the new baby comes, my thoughts are on Bella. She’s still brand new to me…hardly used yet.I’m still in awe of her and can’t get enough Bella-time.We have a lot of phone visits, where I can listen forever while she’s engaged in conversation with whomever will listen…usually Mommy or Daddy…or Gail, her Nanny.She’s in that sponge stage, where she absorbs EVERYTHING, and imitates it back.I love this time.
Even though I’m not with her, I feel like I’m right there experiencing it all …thanks to my daughter.She makes sure of that.She knows it’s important to me, and I know it’s important to her.And though she doesn’t know it yet, it will be important to big sister, Bella, too.
Am I the only person left on the planet that doesn’t watch the show, LOST?I know there are others out there that have voluntarily made the decision to forgo adding this series to their viewing lineup.I am getting some serious pressure from friends and family to add it to my list.My best friend watches it faithfully and can’t understand how I can just pass it up.I’m convinced she only wants me to watch it so she has someone to call during the commercials to discuss it.My daughter’s boyfriend has even gone so far as to stash the whole first season of DVD’s in my purse to get me started.NO, I say no!I’ve GOT to take a stand.Cripes…I have enough addictions.I’ve lamented about these addictions in a previous post; and yet I’ve managed to add a couple of new shows to my weekly agenda.
Dancing with the Stars:This is an obvious one, isn’t it?It’s simply a hoot!Pure fun; embarrassing at times, but fun.Where else can you find 66 year old actor, George Hamilton, competing with rapper, Master P; and elderly George soundly kicking his butt.It’s unlikely that George will make it to the end, but you have to give him props for trying.
Commander In Chief:Okay, this one is on shaky ground with me.I like it, but Geena Davis doesn’t quite do it for me… as the President.I almost find it a little hoaky; still I’ve been watching it.I’m not married to this series though, and wouldn’t DIE if I missed an episode or two.
It may not seem like I’ve added much, but lest we forget what I ALREADY have firmly ensconced on my menu.
Awaiting the new seasons of:Deadwood( 3rd season, sometime in March, I think),The Sopranos (6th season, sometime in June, I’m guessing; but who’s to say.This show has been on hiatus for so long I wouldn’t be surprised if it loses a good portion of it’s “pissed-off” audience.),The Shield(actually the 5th season just started on Jan. 10th.)
Again, let me mention the other series that I watch faithfully:ER, The West Wing, Grey’s Anatomy, Boston Legal, Desperate Housewives (although, that’s starting to lose some of its punch through some less-than-stellar storylines), and The Apprentice(though I think this series is on life support and will soon be gone.)
See what I mean by….ENOUGH IS ENOUGH? How could I possibly add another thing to this list?
Oh, and let’s not forget about my son, Joe…..THE HIDDEN INGREDIENT.Joe continues to come over with NEW shows for me to watch….full seasons.It’s a curse, and I’m always reluctant to sit and watch them…but, he’s my baby….so I do.Shame on him for counting on that.The problem is…we like A LOT of the same stuff; so he’s pretty confident I’ll enjoy what he brings.He’s been right.
We’ve already watched the 4th season of The Shield…to prepare us for the 5th season that just started. He’s introduced me to a couple of brand new addictions: House, and Iron Chef.Presently we are watching the first season of a series called Rescue Me with Dennis Leary.It’s hysterical; definitely addiction material. Since it’s already into its 3rd season, it looks like we have a lot of ground to cover.Joe has a couple of other things in mind down the road; but I don’t want to think about it.
It sounds like I never leave my television screen, doesn’t it?If you can believe it, I don’t watch any shows on Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays and Saturdays….unless Joe makes an appearance; then it’s up for grabs.
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I’m about to celebrate another birthday in a few days...January 14th to be exact.Yep, that’s me… Capricorn the Goat.Practical, hard-working, goal-oriented me.And though Capricorn has many admirable attributes that I won’t go into here…I’m still disenchanted with being a Goat.I’ve always wanted to be a “cool” astrological sign like….Libra the Scales, Aquarius the Water Bearer or Gemini the Twins; but Capricorn the Goat….Geesh!Hey, I guess if Jesus can live with it, who am I to gripe.
Well, not that it matters what sign I am; the point is… I’m having ANOTHER birthday.When I think of the age I’ll be celebrating…in the past, I’ve always thought of my mother.Where have I been?My mother just turned 87.I AM MY MOTHER!!!!HELLO?I’ve been playing-down my birthdays as much as I can for the past few years.Trying to keep them very low-key.Maybe go out to lunch with friends or dinner with family.That works for me.
Am I a hypocrite?I tend to make much more out of other people’s birthdays than I do my own.I guess we all do what we need to do, don’t we?How do YOU feel about birthdays?Do you prefer to celebrate quietly or with a Big Birthday Bash?To be honest, I really don’t give it much thought.But every time that GOAT trots out in December, I DO get these growing pains….
It’s not that I mind growing older;
though a few things have started to slip.
The spirit is there, but I’m fully aware
that my body has hated the trip.
They say “you’re as old as you feel.”
If that’s true…sometimes I’m a pup.
There are days that are great…and ones that I hate;
I’ve always been a “saver.”I am especially bad at tossing out anything that has to do with the childhood memories of my children.Crazy me, I thought that one day these precious keepsakes would be passed into the safe hands of each child as they moved out…and on to the next phase in their lives.What was I thinking?Not one of my four children have come back and asked for their stash of mementos that Mom has kept neatly tucked away for them.Invitations, awards, certificates, letters, school papers, articles, pictures, essays…and more…all patiently waiting in designated drawers to be turned over to their rightful owners.Am I that much of a sentimental schmo?I can’t be the only mother who has been left as permanent guardian to these childhood memories.I just assumed my kids would one day want to keep these things for themselves or to share with their kids.I guess that could still happen.I DO have a granddaughter, and another grandchild on the way; but so far, no requests from anyone.
My daughter, Jenna, is blessed/cursed with the same tendencies as me when it comes to saving things.I think she could even be worse than me.Of all of my kids, she took the most with her when she moved out.I’m sure her boyfriend, Mike, can’t imagine her leaving even one tidbit behind considering what she moved in with…and continues to collect.But, believe me, she did.
Worse than Jenna, are Joe, Julie and Jory.Aside from the nostalgic keepsakes, etc…Joe has kindly left behind a large portion of his sports card collection..albeit, nothing of any great value.All of those gems are securely in his possession.His old bedroom is still filled with things he “intends” to take someday, and would die if I threw out or sold.So, I am honored with being the custodian of his treasures until he sees fit to change that.Whooeee, lucky me.Joe does come by from time to time to go through some of his stuff…kind of like a visit to a shut-in who never gets out.
Julie and Jory are on another level entirely.Those girls might be like me in some respects, but we are totally different in this area.When they each left home, they never looked back at what they left behind.They had no time or inclination to think about the things of their past….only what was ahead.Being that there were two of them….I had twice as much stored away for them…not only grade school and high school things, but college as well.What am I going to do with a Delta Gamma sorority paddle or a 1991 Kappa Alpha Theta “Mom” baby bottle?See now, those would be treasures to ME….if they were mine.I have drawers and cabinets…and rooms filled with this kind of stuff.I have faith that there will be a time the girls will want to look through these things and decide to keep some of them…or at least give me a clue as to what I should do with them.
I don’t entirely blame my kids.I can’t pass the buck so easily.I have a definite nostalgic button that is permanently ON.I have SO many beautiful moments and memories of my kids and events in their childhoods, that I always found it hard to part with these pieces of their lives.I guess I just couldn’t imagine that they might not feel the same.
But, you know what…they’re still young.They are all VERY busy right now.Sometimes it takes a while for the nostalgia virus to hit….depending on the time and tides in your life.But when it does….BAM.You don’t always know what hits you.It starts out so innocently…baby books and pictures.Then it moves on to party invitations, cards, and hand prints on the refrigerator.Before you know it, you’ve made space for report cards, awards, and papers & artwork from school.More pictures…more handmade projects, pieces of poetry, certificates, speeches and yearbooks….and SO much more.You’re hooked.You’re officially a sentimental sap.
If I can do anything for my kids, it’s to give them a heads-up.“Start cleaning out some drawers.”
I think I will have earned the right to say, “I told you so.”