Sunday, March 29, 2009
VACATIONS OVER
Friday, March 20, 2009
SPRING BREAK
We are going to Colorado for the week. Hope the weather is nice. I plan on bringing back lots of pictures. "The more to bore you with":) Hopefully I will have some interesting stories to tell you when we get back.
If you are also off this week, have a safe and funfilled vacation.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMILY

Thursday, March 12, 2009
LOOSING FAITH
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
SOUNDS LIKE LIFE TO ME
" It sounds like life to me". It was by Daryle Worley and was a catchy tune about a man that had fallen off the wagon, because of all the things going wrong in his life. After each bad thing he said had happened the refrain was "It sounds like life to me".
The song kind of stuck with me today and in all my conversations with my co-workers and all the things they spoke about, the sad, the pitiful and the just plain aggravating, I would think to myself "It sounds like life to me".
We all face obstacles. You may not get the respect that we need or deserve from your bosses or co-workers, but you do not loose the love of your family. You may not make the team, but you are still NO. 1 to someone. You may not be the most beautiful or most handsome, but
you are drop dead gorgeous to someone. Does that "Sound like life to you'.
We all would like to change some of the things we have said and or done.
There are things we wish we had done and will never get the second chance to do. Most of us would like to weigh 20 lbs less and have a magic wrinkle remover but..........
"It Sounds Like Life to Me".
Monday, March 9, 2009
FRANK LLOYD WRIGHT DESIGN
Thursday, March 5, 2009
HOW EMBARASSING IS THAT?
We sat in the car waiting for about 15 minutes when nature called in a very loud voice. I got out of the car went to every door in her house and even a couple of windows, but everything was locked up tight as a drum.
I came back and told John that I had to find a restroom, so off we went as fast as the speed limit would let us go. We finally stopped at Shoney's and I made a bee line for the restroom. I lined the toilet and sat down, "major relief". After a few minutes I wash my hands, gave my hair a comb through with my fingers, checked to see if my lipstick was still on and walked back to the car.
We went back to Sandra's and by this time she was home. We go in and start getting our things ready when she says " Pat do you have a bad cold" and I tell her, "No. Why"? and she says " Well what are you doing with that toilet paper hanging out of you pants. Oh my goodness. I reached into the back waistband and hanging there was a string of toilet paper about 2 feet long. Evidently when I pulled my jeans up the paper had caught. I walked through Shoney's, out the door and past the whole front of the building with this toilet paper hanging like a giant long white tail.
Needless to say, it was quite a while before I returned to Shoney's.
With that said, and I can't believe I just put that into my blog, I will give you the recipe for:
HOMEMADE CHICKEN STEW
3 lbs chicken ( dark and light meat)
4 lbs potatoes ( red are the best)
1 large onion
1 large can of tomato juice
1 can cream style corn
Salt and pepper to taste
Boil chicken until tender. Pull chicken from bone and save broth. Add potatoes, onion, tomato juice, salt, pepper and pulled chicken to broth. Cook until potatoes and onions are done. If you stir it often the potatoes will break up and the stew will start to get thick. Add the cream style corn the last 15 minutes. The corn helps the stew to thicken more.
Serve with crackers or white bread and cheddar cheese. I always add about teaspoon of dill pickle juice to bowl. Yummy!
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
NO. 1 EMBARASSING MOMENT
Well I graduated at 18 and was not the most confident teenager in the world, but knew it was time to either get a job, go to college or get married. Since John had not come along at that time, I had to opt for the first two. I took my ACT test but didn't feel that I did as well as I should so I never went back to get my score.
My Dad insisted that I go over to the TVA employment office and take their secretarial test. I went because if Daddy told me to jump my only question was "how high?. Well I got there and the room was was full of women of all ages hopeful of landing a job with TVA. I could feel the tension rising from my stomach, up into my throat, my palms were sweating and when I looked down my hands were shaking visiblely. We all took a seat in front of a type writer, got our paper inserted and waited for the instructor to give us directions. In the mean time I am about to get sick from the tension. The instructor tells us what we are supposed to do and that the test will last for five minute and we will be graded on the number of words we get right per minute.
She set the timer and says now start. I start typing and glance down after the first few words, everything is going great. I start to relax and the tension is lessening in my shoulders, my head starts to clear and I think, why was I so afraid. I continue typing like a demon, my fingers are literally flying across the keyboard. The bell goes off indicating that the test is over and I breath a sigh of relief. Then I look down at my paper and this is what I see.
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After the first line where I glanced up to see if I was doing OK, I got my fingers in the wrong position, and the rest of the five minutes I didn't hit a single right key. Well being the naive person that I was, instead of taking the paper, folding it and putting it in my purse, I did like the instructor said and put my name in the right hand corner and left it on my desk. I can't even imagine the laugh that those people got out of my typing test. I figure that somewhere, on some wall, in some personel office still hangs my infamous TVA typing test.
Needless to say I did not pursue a career in office management.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
EMILY'S BAPTISIM
Friday, February 27, 2009
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAVID!!

Tuesday, February 24, 2009
LIFE LESSONS
I just got in from work a little bit ago, John picked up Emily at the school bus stop and I thought I would try to think of something to write about. It has been very slow moving this month. For a month to be the shortest of the year, it sometimes takes the longest to past. I think maybe it is because it is winter and cold and I don't get out and do much outside. Every day I think this is the day that I get back out and start walking, but by the time I get off work I put it off one more day. I am the biggest procrastinator in the world. Life lesson: Always put off til tomorrow what you should have done today.
I did finish a couple more pictures this past week. I wonder how many you need to have a starving artist sale, although I would have a hard time passing for a starving anything. The barn picture puts me in mind of the barn that we had on our farm when I was a kid. I was scared to death to go out to the barn because I was afraid of the horse, cow, pig and even the chickens. We didn't move to the farm until I was about seven or eight years old, so I didn't grow up with all those animals and I just never could warm up to any of them. Life lesson: If you aren't around animals when you are little you just don't turn out to be an animal person. Sorry
The beach picture makes me think of all the vacations we have taken to Gulf Shores and Myrtle Beach. There is nothing like walking along the beach and picking up seashells and watching the seagulls. I don't care to go into the water though and if I do it is just to wade where the water breaks. When I was little my brother Bruce and I got caught up in and undertow and was almost swept out, but was rescued by a couple that pulled us to safety. Mother couldn't swim so she was just sitting on a blanket watching us in the shallow water and she thought the couple was just playing with us. She didn't know anything was wrong until they informed her that we could have drown. Life lesson:Don't take your kids to the beach if you can't swim.
Bruce and I were always close growing up and usually into lots of trouble. We usually got a spanking every day whether we needed it or not. Mother would get a switch and tell us if we ran from her, we would get a harder spanking. Bruce would always run and hide and I was afraid to because I didn't want a harder spanking. I really couldn't see that his was any different from mine. Life lesson: Run for you life.
One time when we lived in Bogalussa La.(?) The neighbor call the police because we picked up rocks from their driveway. I must have been 4 and Bruce was 6. And there was the time when we lived in North Carolina and we pulled a icebox over on us. The icebox fell in front of the back door and Mother and Daddy was outside washing the car and heard the crash of two kids, icebox and a fifty lb block of ice falling to the floor. They couldn't get in the back door and had to run around to the front and pull the icebox off us. After the initial relief of realizing that we weren't dead, we both got a spanking. Life lesson: Play dead as long as it takes.
Bruce would have been 66 years old the 25 th of Feb. Life lesson: Remember the good times. To hell with the bad.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
VISITING FRANCE AND ROME
We went to a really nice resturant while we were there. There was an elderly lady eating alone and it was amazing to watch her eat. It was almost like an art. She was served a large chafer of red wine and a whole carp. When I looked over after she was finished with this course, the only thing left of the fish was the skeleton. She had started at the head and ate the whole thing except the bones. In the mean time she drank the whole bottle of red wine. Then she was served cheese and later a desert along with a small chafer of white wine. She was still finishing the last of the wine when we left. I had to hope that she was either walking or didn't have far to drive. I guess wine is more of a staple in France than in the south.
When we were down to our last two weeks of vacation. We decided we would take a trip to Rome. Sondra could not go with us because she had to work. She booked us a flight and a hotel for our four day stay. I think she was actually surprised that we took this adventure by ourselves, but I figured if we got lost we would get lost together.
We flew into the Rome airport and then had to take almost an hour train ride in the the city. Everything went great, no problems at all, and we were patting ourselves on the back. We had directions to the hotel which was just one block down and just a short walk to the left. Three hours later we were still walking up and down and around and around the same area. It was hotter than a two dollar pistol, the sweat was rolling down our backs and our clothes were soaking wet. We finally got a taxi which is a real no no. The driver charged us $100.00, drove us the long way around the block and let us off at the wrong hotel. We finally made it back to the train station, and a service desk attendant finally walked us to the hotel which was one block down and just to the left. We were looking for a big sign for the hotel and this was a sign about a foot tall and a foot and a half wide fitting flat against the wall among a bunch of other signs. I could go on and on about trying to actually get into the hotel and finding the person in charge and trying to get the air conditioner to work for the first two days, but I won't. This was a bad start to an otherwise wonderful visit.
We took a couple of bus tours and visited the Vatican. I was a little disappointed in the fact that the commericalism detracted from the beauty of the whole place. The tourist were herded through and there was no time just to stand and reflect on the awesomeness of the surroundings. I guess it was because we went at the peak tourist season, but at least we can say "been there,done that".
The traffic was unreal. It was as though everyone had the right away and took it. You were taking you life in your hands to cross the street, because buses, cars and motor scooters were coming at you from all directions.
We ate in some great little cafes and the food was delicious. The pizza was different but really good.
We were glad that we took the venture and made it on our own. We may forget some of the places and things that we saw, but we will never forget trying to find the Termini Hotel.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
RUNAWAY BLAZER
John has been kind of under the weather, so this morning when I ask him if he would like to get out for awhile, I didn't know if he would go out or not. He said it would probably make him feel better to get some fresh air. We went to Heart's Crys and then decided to go into town where they had opened another thrift store ( you know our passion for those.) We looked around for a little bit and decided to go home.
We had started out of town, when John ask if I wanted to stop and get a bite to eat. Well I am never going to turn down an opportunity to eat out. We stopped at Sonic and ordered a chicken tender basket. We sat there for about 15 minutes eating, talking and people watching. I looked up and I said to John, "have we rolled?". Well we could see the menu board and speaker up in front of us about a car length and a half. We had ever so slowly rolled into the middle of the drive threw and were sitting right smack dab in the middle of it just eating and talking. We had noticed that other cars were cutting us a wide path, but figured they were dodging something else. We didn't realize it was us. When we figured out what happened we pulled up and sat there and laughed until we both had tears running down our cheeks.
Just another reason not to take yourself to seriously.
Monday, February 16, 2009
OUR TRIP TO SWEDEN


Saturday, February 14, 2009
TO MY SWEETHEARTS ON VALENTINE'S DAY

Thursday, February 12, 2009
SCOUTING IS HARD WORK
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
HAVING A ROUGH WEEK
We have been in this on going battle over the email address change for almost two weeks. I reckon everything that has had that email address on it is completely screwed up. The only real people that you can reach to talk to are Jeff or Lisa somewhere in deepest India. It is funny, when you first start talking to them they sound like you are talking to an english speaking person, but the longer you talk to heavier accent they have and suddenly you understand nothing they are saying. I start wondering if I have had a stroke or am I standing under the tower of Bable. After about an hour Jeff tells me to hold on and he will switch me to someone who can for certain help me. CLICK........ Then the operator comes on and says "If you want to make a call, please hang up and dial again".
I can't understand why with all this confusion, that we can't receive a payment to my account, but they continue to take out service charges. Same account, same address, same email address. It seems I'm putting water in a bucket with a hole in it. I am beginning to think the computer is a means to get rid of everyone over 50. Why resort to euthanisia, when you can just drive people crazy with a computer. I hope Jeff and Lisa feel really bad when they read the obits and it says "Pat was found with one fist threw the computer screen and the other clutching the mouse".
I promise after to day I will blog about kids, grand kids, vacations, aches and pains, but not about my computer woes.
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Monday, February 9, 2009
STAYING BUSY
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!
Having another birthday make you think back to other birthdayS. I wonder how mother felt 64 years ago today. Was she scared, how big was she, was she excited to have another baby? She tells me that one Feb 4th it was so warm outside that I had a birthday party outside. I remember having my thirteenth birthday party at our house on Bridge Road. I still have pictures of that. I remember turning 16 and learning to drive although I didn't try for my drivers licence until I was 18. The year I turned 21 John and I had been married just a month and Mother, Daddy, Wayne and Robbie surprised me with a birthday cake at our appartment.
The next year John and I had a nice dinner at a fancy resturant and I almost choked on a bread tie that had been french fried with the onion rings. The following year we had Johnny, then Monica, then Sondra, then Mark, then Sarah, so it was quite a number of year after that that I just don't recall vivid memories of my birthdays. I know they were all special, but there comes a time in your life that it is not all about ME, I was more concerned about my family than my birthday.
I know this sounds a little morbid but at this stage of my life I realize that there are more years to look back on than to look forward to. I'm closer to 100 than 1. I will continue to enjoy myself. LIFE IS SHORT, LIVE IT ANYWAY.