Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee-shirt and a hat and Mom in a house dress, lawn-mower in one hand, and dish-towel in the other. It was the time for fixing things. A curtain-rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep.

It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing, eating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there'd always be more.

But then my mother died, and on that clear summer's night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more.

Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away...never to return. So... While we have it... it's best we love it... And care for it.... And fix it when it's broken..... And heal it when it's sick.

This is true... For marriage.... And old cars.... And children with bad report cards..... Dogs and cats with bad hips.... And aging parents.... And grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it. Some things we keep. Like a best friend that moved away or a classmate we grew up with.

There are just some things that make life important, like people we know who are special.... And so, we keep them close!
Good friends are like stars.... You don't always see them, but you know they are always there

Granny

I don't know what is going to happen. But, we have just got word for the school that the choir instructor has a problem with Branden going along with the choir to Washington DC. They have been planning this trip all year. Extreme responsibility.

I am OK with this as we had already decided that Branden's behavior so far this school year didn't warrant him going. I had just told his PO that. But how is he going to react when he finds out the instructor has turned against him??

Sadly, he has no one to blame except himself. He will try to blame anyone and anyone because he has great difficulty accepting responsibility for his own actions. This is not going to be fun. He will most likely be very angry for a while. He may even quit the choir. I would not like to see that as he really enjoys singing.

Then on the other hand, maybe this is a way for him to suffer the consequences so to speak. Also, maybe he can get into a class he needs for graduation. He has enough non-required classes. I do believe...

We will have to wait and see how he takes the news. I honestly do not want to be the one to deliver that news. Yep, you bet, I am a coward!!!

If you hear an explosion in the NW corner of the US, You will know he blew up..

Keep you posted.
Granny

Posted by Granny @ 5:54PM PST

I was trying to change my background. The way I did it before doesn't seem to work. So who can help this old lady????

I just had to share this one with the Stream.. Now remember it is in FUN!!!
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Birds of a feather flock together and shit on your car.

A penny saved is a government oversight.

The real art of conversation is not only to say the right thing at the right time, but also to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment.

The older you get, the tougher it is to lose weight, because by then your body and your fat have gotten to be really good friends.

The easiest way to find something lost around the house is to buy a replacement.

He who hesitates is probably right.

Did you ever notice: The Roman Numerals for forty (40) are " XL."

If you think there is good in everybody, you haven't met everybody.

If you can smile when things go wrong, you have someone in mind to blame.

The sole purpose of a child's middle name is so he can tell when he's really in trouble.

There's always a lot to be thankful for if you take time to look for it. For example I am sitting here thinking how nice it is that wrinkles don't hurt.

Did you ever notice: When you put the 2 words "The" and "IRS" together it spells "Theirs?"

Aging: Eventually you will reach a point when you Stop lying about your age and start bragging about it.

The older we get, the fewer things seem worth waiting in line for.

Some people try to turn back their odometers.
Not me, I want people to know "why" I look this way.
I've traveled a long way and some of the roads weren't paved.

When you are dissatisfied and would like to go back to youth, think of Algebra.

You know you are getting old when everything either dries up or leaks.

One of the many things no one tells you about aging is that it is such a nice change from being young.

Ah, being young is beautiful, being old is comfortable.

First you forget names, then you forget faces.
Then you forget to pull u p your zipper.
But it's worse when you forget to pull it down.

Long ago when men cursed and beat the ground with sticks, it was called witchcraft.
Today, it's called golf.

Bye,
Granny

I do not understand why day after day is not good. The stress and frustration level seem to be growing.

I have been told that when I talk to Branden I am too sarcastic. I have no intention of being sarcastic, but I keep getting told that is what I am. Branden will no longer discuss anything with me. Of course thinks are coming out in his therapy that could be classified as embarrassing so I can see where he would prefer to talk with Grandpa. It is a male thing.

Then we get to Billy. He feels he can yell at me and I am just to take it. That is not the way life is. Oh, he will apologize, but those are just easy words, no feelings.

It hurts very much to be treated the way both the boys are treating me. I do not deserve this and I do not accept it. But, nothing I say or do changes it. they just feel I am the resident Bitch and that is all I deserve. So sorry I try to make you behave like human being instead of street punks. So things are just not allowed in this house. To me it makes no difference what goes on in their friend's home, this is our home.

I pray constantly, I talk with friends and I write. Those are my outlets. Otherwise, I could make a couple of grease spots real quick. Be patient with me, I know this too will pass. But for now I am not a happy person again.

Love to all,
Granny

P.S. Still have not had Christmas with Terri and the boys.