tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56658363260980364242024-03-14T03:04:05.359-05:00Comforts and AdversityIt's an uphill battle for me in so many ways, and it's been that way for many, many years. Even so, I try to remember to search for the laughter in the midst of chaos. Finding that brings me comfort, even during times of adversity.O' Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01098276469914818188noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665836326098036424.post-34027832741616369242012-01-18T10:14:00.002-06:002012-01-18T10:14:58.545-06:00Down with Censorship!!!STRIKE against Internet Censorship.O' Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01098276469914818188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665836326098036424.post-51284990980862703642012-01-18T10:13:00.002-06:002012-01-18T10:13:49.998-06:00<script type="text/javascript">var a=new Date,b=a.getUTCHours();if(0==a.getUTCMonth()&&2012==a.getUTCFullYear()&&((18==a.getUTCDate()&&13<=b)||O' Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01098276469914818188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665836326098036424.post-43438636051328240212011-11-05T10:26:00.001-05:002011-11-05T11:14:27.592-05:00Piddow Pets and Chinese GoodsOkay. I suppose, if one must become an addict, it's better to become addicted to something as ridiculous as a pillow pet than to something as bad as morphine. Right? Right?
I have the dragon pillow pet now. And I bought a giraffe one for Ambrose, so he wouldn't be left out. (I couldn't remember which ones Saige wants, though I do know that one of them is probably a O' Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01098276469914818188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665836326098036424.post-6171899984078875192011-11-02T12:32:00.000-05:002011-11-02T12:32:29.411-05:00Updating This Because I Completely Forgot to Start My Novel On Nanowrimo!Erma has been having a lot of shoulder pain, stomach issues, and so tomorrow she's going to have an ultrasound to check her gall bladder. I diagnosed that she had gall bladder problems a month ago, but the doctors took a little longer to suspect that could be an issue for her, rather than just pregnancy puking. Actually, it was the nurse practitioner who listened to Erma and came up with O' Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01098276469914818188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665836326098036424.post-31219235215040453792011-10-19T16:53:00.000-05:002011-10-19T16:53:13.228-05:00ShutterflyI love the Christmas cards and other photo items offered by Shutterfly. (http://www.shutterfly.com) The selection of cool things you can make with your pictures is amazing, plus, if you have a free membership, your photos are securely stored, AND you don't have a limit for the number of photos you can save. This is unlike some of the well known photo places like Flickr.
With O' Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01098276469914818188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665836326098036424.post-12547926849674652242011-10-16T20:24:00.002-05:002011-10-16T20:24:25.412-05:00LossPiggy Gin died todayO' Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01098276469914818188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665836326098036424.post-33585094431152563022011-10-08T13:55:00.000-05:002011-10-08T13:55:41.186-05:00Remember to breatheI think the most exciting thing I've done in the past few weeks is to get my flu shot. I felt like I should be standing in a huge auditorium, wearing my uniform, and standing in line with others from my work place, waiting to get a mandatory flu shot.
I hated flu shots.
Well, the shot itself isn't that bad, really. It doesn't hurt at all. No big deal. No, I hated that itO' Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01098276469914818188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665836326098036424.post-18037875075965322572011-10-07T16:44:00.000-05:002011-10-07T16:44:21.937-05:00"Oh, my GOD!!! It's a bobcat!!!"And if you don't know the story behind that title, then never you mind. It has nothing to do with me or me shouting that out while watching some cows angrily chasing some animal away from their calves as we, I mean, some other family, drove through South Dakota. And it has nothing to do with my kids saying slowly, as if I, I mean, some other mother, had the intelligence of a really O' Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01098276469914818188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665836326098036424.post-1431897762347177342011-07-06T05:00:00.002-05:002011-07-06T05:00:15.305-05:00You My Fave-it!Having fake grandkids around really, really does my heart good. Oh, they are normal little girls who can be really really bad sometimes, but it sure brings a smile to my face when they come running towards my truck, huge grins on their faces, arms extended, and both of them yelling, "GRAMMA CINNY!! GRAMMA CINNY!!!" as I park in their driveway.
I'd bought Jethro a little gift atO' Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01098276469914818188noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665836326098036424.post-81039324475825572812011-07-04T13:50:00.000-05:002011-07-04T13:50:04.665-05:00Happy Day of Independence!Well, happy Independence Day for those American readers of mine. I do realize that other countries have different days of independence than we have.
A few years ago, okay, many years ago now, we were in Germany, and the base put on a fireworks show. My husband and I, along with our kids, went to see this show. We all sat down in the bleachers provided, and were teasing our O' Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01098276469914818188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665836326098036424.post-11379094454952685242011-07-03T12:25:00.000-05:002011-07-03T12:25:52.073-05:00The Only Thing We Did That Night, to Fill Our Hearts With Cheer..Was scrape the ice cubes off the corpse and put them in our beer!
Mom used to sing that song, remember, siblings of mine? The Night That Paddy Murphy Died, I think, is the song. I sang it to my kids, and now I walk around and sing it to the dogs. They are not impressed, and to be honest, my singing makes Fuzz Dawg anxious, especially if I go to a falsetto voice. Poor Fuzz Dawg O' Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01098276469914818188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665836326098036424.post-41126410322576915762011-06-29T05:00:00.002-05:002011-06-29T05:00:07.192-05:00How Does Your Garden Grow?With silver bells and cockle shells, and cicadas, all in a row...
This picture I took doesn't really show the, uh, beauty, I guess you could call it, of a 13 year cicada. The eyes are really a bright red in color, and the wings are transparent with a reddish tint.
Most of the cicadas are now dead. Their crunchy little bodies are all over the sidewalks, yards, and beneath trees.
Here O' Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01098276469914818188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665836326098036424.post-62065660318784935452011-06-22T13:30:00.000-05:002011-06-22T13:30:38.289-05:00Randomly AnnoyedWhy am I randomly annoyed? Well, I should think that would be obvious. In fact, I'm annoyed that you don't understand the title of this entry.
Not really.
The kids and I were laughing yesterday, and by kids, I mean Saige and Jethro, though Erma was around to hear some of my diatribe against things that annoy me. What I mean by randomly annoyed is that, well, in all honesty, O' Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01098276469914818188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665836326098036424.post-82353462942457155962011-06-19T14:26:00.000-05:002011-06-19T14:26:16.612-05:00Father's DayI was going to use this day to write something for my kids about their Dad (25 Dec 55- 1 Oct 04). I've written quite a bit about my dad over the months and years I've written this journal, and though he's pretty darn awesome, I want to use this space to copy a letter in a card my youngest daughter, Saige, made for me.
Dear Mom,
Thank you for all that you have given up to make sure we wereO' Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01098276469914818188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665836326098036424.post-8477509029094979082011-06-11T12:55:00.000-05:002011-06-11T12:55:53.548-05:00Thirteen Year CicadasEver since I was very small, I would listen and enjoy the sounds of the yearly cicadas that sing their songs to attract females. It's a familiar sound to me, and when I first hear it, I think, "Summer!"
Sort of like when I saw the first robin this year, hopping around in the snow, and I thought, "Stupid robin!" No, I actually thought that spring couldn't be too far away. I was O' Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01098276469914818188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665836326098036424.post-38921608370801266632011-06-08T13:57:00.000-05:002011-06-08T13:57:58.239-05:00When Good Thrift Stores Go Bad and/or Stalking The Wild LampshadeMy favorite thrift store is under new management, and oh, it's awful now. They used to be very careful about quality, and lately, I've found items that are torn and stained that cost 2 dollars or more. There's no consistency anymore, either. Some t-shirts might run for 90 cents and be fine, so that's a good deal, but most things are higher priced than they used to be. The O' Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01098276469914818188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665836326098036424.post-15963797282432218342011-05-23T13:01:00.001-05:002011-05-23T13:02:34.354-05:00This is pretty coolO' Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01098276469914818188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665836326098036424.post-76550948273604973592011-05-16T14:22:00.001-05:002011-05-16T17:15:14.616-05:00Trip to the HospitalLast Friday, yes, the 13th, as in, you know, Friday the 13th (gasp), Saige had to have blood work done and had to have a CT scan, too. The doctor is trying to rule out bad, bad things like cancer or gall bladder disease, in his quest to figure out what is causing Saige to have such bad nausea.
I think it's Dr. Lampshade.
I mean he's the cause. He causes stress, and stress leads to O' Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01098276469914818188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665836326098036424.post-78403353087119608692011-05-14T13:19:00.000-05:002011-05-14T13:19:55.712-05:00Let Us SeeLet's see if I can complete a post. Unlike my other ones, though, this one might be rambling and nonsensical. Wait. Most of my posts are that way! Well, this one might be worse. I have Hope and Justice here. They are wonderful little girls, but like I've written before, they do require lots of attention. Plus, Justice keeps merrily trying to get one of O' Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01098276469914818188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665836326098036424.post-4725691035687738882011-04-20T14:35:00.000-05:002011-04-20T14:35:09.741-05:00"Time is a valuable teacher. Unfortunately, it kills all its students"Yesterday we had the girls over for a few hours, while Jethro went to a job interview. Someone, who may or may not have been me, had the bright idea that we should color eggs. It seemed like a good idea. I think God lets mothers forget how things truly are with toddlers, so that when they are grandmothers, they do things like color eggs or make cookies or do crafts with the O' Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01098276469914818188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665836326098036424.post-43376725258507320402011-04-17T23:31:00.000-05:002011-04-17T23:31:42.442-05:00Guess What??My homemade yogurt is actually turning into yogurt!! (Last time it turned into, well, milk with plain yogurt stirred into it, and it didn't thicken at all.) Now, it's thickening! I was so shocked that I nearly shrieked, but I knew that would scare the kids, so I didn't.O' Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01098276469914818188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665836326098036424.post-74103372000948994902011-04-16T18:59:00.000-05:002011-04-16T18:59:48.599-05:00Planting SchedulePlanting ScheduleO' Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01098276469914818188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665836326098036424.post-39973242277985933112011-04-13T11:23:00.000-05:002011-04-13T11:23:40.573-05:00Fun at The ParksWe'd just arrived at the park, and Hope wanted to swing. Saige said, "Hold on!" gave a little push, and Hope immediately fell off. Hoping to catch the joy of childhood swinging, instead I caught a terrified little girl falling out of the swing. Oops.
Justice was TERRIFIED of heights and slides. Absolutely terrified. There was another little girl at the park, O' Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01098276469914818188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665836326098036424.post-8286504617406555682011-04-13T09:22:00.000-05:002011-04-13T09:22:02.230-05:00April 12th
What is the significance of today's date? Other than, you know, the 50th anniversary of manned space flight, of course. In the whole scheme of things, who cares about that? (I kid, I kid!)
No, today is the 150th anniversary of the firing on Fort Sumter, or the official start of the Civil War.
I have the girls here (my fake granddaughters who aren't Anna, who I also count as a O' Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01098276469914818188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665836326098036424.post-38035437960097739322011-04-11T12:08:00.000-05:002011-04-11T12:08:08.517-05:00Walking in the WildernessWow, that title could encompass so many things, couldn't it? Like, a wilderness of life, where things are dark and dreary. Or, a wilderness where you go walking or hiking. In this case, it means nothing, because I didn't walk in any wilderness of any sort.
Though we did go to a couple parks yesterday.
Erma and Ambrose spent Saturday night. Then yesterday was so nice we O' Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01098276469914818188noreply@blogger.com0