Jersey Granny - A Day In The Life

The Waiting Game - Part 2

2011-03-22T08:08:00.002-04:00

Recently, aside from the subject of this series, there were a couple life events I was anxiously awaiting: 1) the birth of our precious grandson, Alexander and 2) our impending move into a new home.

As you know, baby Alexander is here and he is so sweet and delicious! I can't get enough of cuddling him. Newborns are wonderful like that - they just want to be held and cuddled. Then, before you know it, the cuddle stage is over and they want to begin exploring their world. *snif*

As for our move, I don't think I've blogged about it at all but the fact is, we're moving. The interminable wait was for when that move might happen. We knew it was going to take place this spring and I have actually been packing since right after Christmas. Now we have a date and that makes me somewhat happier. Somewhat.

But I digress. Now, before I reveal my other life-changing event, I must provide you with some background. It's sounds just like the word 'wait' but it's spelling and meaning are totally different.

Weight. Yeah, that's the ugly word. I never had a problem with my weight. I was pretty thin through my childhood and teen years. Even my post-pregnancy weight was shed in quick order. Well, except for one of our sons who weighed almost 11 lbs. at birth. Recovery from that one took a bit longer.

Then, after I reached the age of 40, something changed. I gradually started putting on weight and couldn't seem to get rid of it. Was it my age? Goodness! Forty-years old seems so young to me now! Was I overeating because of the deaths of my mother and brother? Perhaps a bit but not enough to justify the weight gain and it was short-term anyway.

After more thought, I was just sure it had to be because I went back to work full-time and led a much more sedentary life-style. I was just too tired to be as active as I had been. That had to be the reason!

I was to discover later that it was not.

The Waiting Game - Part 1

2011-03-21T08:28:00.003-04:00

I've been thinking lately about waiting and how all through our lives we are presented with opportunities to do just that - wait. As a child, it may have been waiting for Christmas morning or a birthday party. As a teenager, it was waiting for that special someone to call (since girls didn't telephone boys back in my day) or it could have been waiting to graduate high school. Waiting for marriage, a baby's birth, and so on. You get the picture.

It seems our lives are intertwined with waiting for something to happen - always eager for that next life event, that next adventure. For instance, I'm so eager to tell you about a recent event in my life that I'm not sure what to say next. So I'll just have to, well, wait!

Because You Never Know When You're Making A Memory

2011-03-11T21:31:00.005-05:00

Today was a busy grand-girl day. I spent time with three-year old Maeve in the morning (even managing a cousin play-date with our Ryleigh); then, swapped Maeve for her big sister, Amelie, in the afternoon. It was a whirlwind day and I loved every minute of it!

Amelie and I were spending a pleasant afternoon making crafts and snacking on ready-to-eat Jello when she said: "Granny, remember that day when we made Jello and whipped cream? That was so much fun!"

Her sweet statement made such an impact on me and my heart was touched at her remembrance. Sometimes moments that are seemingly insignificant to us, are significant memories to a grandchild.

The Arrival Of A New Grandbaby and The ONE Time I Didn't Have My Cell Phone!

2011-03-06T13:57:00.002-05:00

This past Friday, March 4, started out normal. The day was sunny and pleasant and I felt better than I had in a long time. In the morning, I had an appointment and the rest of the day was slated for regular household tasks.

After lunch, I decided to treat Lucious to a trip to the dog park. It had been a while since we were there and the both of us needed to get out and enjoy the weather. When we got to the park, I realized I forgot my cell phone. I make it a practice to NEVER forget my cell phone but that day, I did. When I got home about an hour later, there were four missed calls and two voice-mail messages. Since I rarely get a large influx of calls, I immediately became alarmed.

The first voice-mail message was from my expectant daughter-in-law. She sweetly informed me that she was planning to have the baby - TODAY. I returned her call before I did anything else except rush out the door to the car, praying that there would be no traffic and understanding, helpful policemen should I get stopped for speeding!

The whole time I was driving, I kept chiding myself for going to the dog park and forgetting my cell phone. I was also worrying about getting to my son's home safely and in a timely matter. New Jersey's Interstate 295, in the area where I live, can be pretty troublesome most of the time. I kept worrying about one thing right after another. I was even making up things to worry about! Then, I remembered something. Just the previous day, a Godly young woman who I've know since she was a child, posted this as her status on Facebook: "replace your worry with worship". And that small but powerful thought instantly came to mind.

Immediately, I stopped (my brain, not my car) and began to focus on the Lord Jesus. Instead of continuing to worry about all the things that could go wrong and chastising myself for my faults, I prayed. Wouldn't you think I would have known this by now? I'm thinking the Lord knows our propensity to forget sometimes. Then, He uses someone - in advance of the problem! - to say just the right words that calmed my heart and mind. Thank you, Lord!

Anyway, an even greater miracle occurred just before 10pm that *normal* Friday - our precious grandson was born. He's beautiful and healthy! Mom and baby are doing well. What more could I ask?

Praise ye the LORD. O give thanks unto the LORD;
for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever.
Psalm 106:1

A Vintage Venture

2011-02-26T20:13:00.006-05:00

Paul and I enjoy antiquing. Really enjoy it. As a matter of fact, I've collected a lot of stuff over the years simply because I liked it; not necessarily because I could put it to use. Thus, I have a plethora of vintage pieces that need a loving home. I tried Internet sales but that just didn't work for me for a number of reasons. So...

After much consideration, I've decided to take the plunge and become an antiques dealer. I now have a small space at a local antiques center and am waiting for my very own tax ID number! It sounds so cool to have my very own tax ID number but I'm sure that will pass when I have to pay my quarterly taxes to the State of NJ! Anyway, with the help of my hubby (carrying many, many boxes up a flight of stairs) and my son's precious girlfriend, Danielle, (providing her design expertise arranging the shelves) we quickly filled the space and have more waiting at home still to be inventoried and priced.

I'm so excited about this new venture! Next step: hitting the auctions scene!

Paul And Jill

2011-02-19T21:31:00.002-05:00

Meet my wonderful husband: Mr. Scientific-Analytic-No Nonsense-Everything's Black and White.

Now, meet *Jill*. She's the voice of our GPS and Paul is convinced that she hates him and deliberately tries to make his car-driving life miserable. Seriously, you should hear the way he talks to her. It's hilarious to hear my hubby, a man of science, yelling at a GPS as if it were actually a living entity.

I must admit, however, that there seems to be some validity to his argument. Two cases in point: this past weekend while we were away, *Jill* took us down a road that eventually turned into a one lane dirt road somewhere in Maryland. In another instance, we were directed down a 1-1/2 mile alley in order to get to a more suitable road.

This is not the first time our GPS has taken us on an adventure through roads less traveled and I rather enjoy them. After all, we've always arrived at our destination safe and sound thus far!

Sleep, Elusive Sleep or Coming To Terms With A CPAP Machine

2011-02-10T19:11:00.006-05:00

Lately, I've been having problems getting to and/or staying asleep. I chalked it up to my age but after two sleep studies, it's official - I have sleep apnea of the moderate variety. Evidently, this means I stop breathing an average of 44 times an hour while sleeping! Holy CPR, Batman! That's a lot of lost breaths in my estimation.

So, this week I began using a user-friendly CPAP machine. Boy, oh boy, did I chafe at using one of these contraptions! I was certain that I would never be able to get to sleep (or stay asleep) with a mask and tubing attached to my face. The first night went better than expected but the second night we had a huge disagreement and the mask was off my face and on the floor by morning. JerseyGranny=1. CPAP machine=0.

I must confess, however, that I feel more rested despite having a tube blowing air into my nose all night...so far. Keywords: so far!

A Grand-full Week

2011-02-08T10:24:00.003-05:00

This week is shaping up to be full of all my grands!

Yesterday, I had a play-date with Ryleigh while her parents went house-hunting. Her Momma and Daddy think it's plain old babysitting but this Granny knows it's an opportunity to play and enjoy my grand little one.

Today, we'll be taking on the city of Philadelphia visiting the Franklin Institute. The 'we' consists of my darlin' Cape May grands and my son.

Later this week, it will be another play-date with Maeve and Ezra so Mama can get some work done around the house.

I'm so looking forward to the warmer weather when trips to the park are the order of the day.

I love my life!

A Ray Of Sunshine On A Dreary Day!

2011-02-05T19:55:00.003-05:00

First, I must share with you how dreary the weather was today. The temperature was in the mid-30's and the sky was thick with clouds - the kind that spew out a misty drizzle that's more annoying than anything else. I'm not really complaining about it because Paul and I came up with the idea to go fetch our grandgirl, Amelie, for the afternoon.

Our Amelie is such a day-brightener! She and her Pop worked on her stamp collection and then she helped me do some baking. We topped off the afternoon with Amelie's favorite dinner: *Chez* McDonald's. It's such a joy and privilege to have her part of our lives! The day wasn't so dreary after all!

A Grandgirl Day With Maeve!

2011-02-04T14:17:00.012-05:00

It was Grandgirl Day today with precious Maeve and we had so much fun! After watching Disney's Aladdin, we feasted on pizza at Pat's Pizza; then, it was back to my house for some painting fun and dessert which consisted of a bag of M&Ms.

Maeve is a very discriminating pizza aficionado and will not eat just any cheesy slice out there. She likes Pat's and Domino's. As a matter of fact, as she was watching the big screen TV in the restaurant, a Domino's commercial aired and she jumped up and yelled: "DOMINO'S PIZZA!" She's so stinkin' cute!

Maeve loves to paint and kept saying with such pure 3 year-old delight: "Granny, I'm painting all by myself!"

Posing pretty for the camera.

Even her Olivia doll got into the act!

I treasure spending time with my grandchildren but you probably already guessed!

Four Months Later...

2011-02-01T10:50:00.007-05:00

Hi Blog. Sorry I haven't written lately. It's certainly not for lack of material or time. I've had plenty of both. It's just that I get in a *blog-writing-funk* sometimes. Don't know why.

So, today, four months to the day after my last post I find myself hibernating in my cozy home longing for spring and the opportunity to listen to the cricket's song once more. So much snow, cold and ice! I wonder what Punxswutawney Phil will predict tomorrow?

There was a time in my younger days when I would have relished this weather but as the years march on and take their toll on my physical well-being, I find that I'd rather experience a more temperate climate.

Enough whining, Jersey Granny! God is good; He's in his heaven and I am blessed beyond measure! And, if the cold and snow lingers, Spring will be that much sweeter when it arrives!

Cricket Song

2010-10-01T20:32:00.006-04:00

It is Friday evening and I'm listening to the cricket's lullaby. I love the sound of crickets and other nighttime insects as they favor me with their many assorted serenades. There's a peacefulness about the gentle rhythms that soothe my soul. Such a pleasant way to end a rather unpleasant week.

I did not feel well all week long which was rather inconvenient because I had so much to do after coming home from a week's vacation. My condition (Fibromyalgia) decided to hit me with a major flare-up which usually confines me to bed. When I could, I wandered around my house chaffing at what needed to be done, knowing there was little I could do about it. I guess I was pretty emotional and cranky all week.

So the week has passed and nothing's been done around the house but all's still well with my little world. I'm feeling better; the flare-up is subsiding. Thank you Lord, for seeing me through this week and rewarding me with a cricket song.

Goodnight, Dear Readers.

"If You Need Me, Call Me"

2010-09-29T12:49:00.010-04:00

Yesterday afternoon, I received a text message from our son which read: "Maeve misses pop. She keeps asking for him." I went into action mode and immediately called Pop at work, something I rarely do. Here's a log of our phone conversation.

JerseyGranny: Hi Honey, just got a message from Steven. Maeve misses you and has been asking for you! Can you get to their house before bedtime?

Pop: Let's see...I leave work at 6:15...what time do they go to bed?

JG: 7:00

Pop: I can get there in time. No problem. See you later.

JG: Ok. Bye.

When Paul finally arrived home, he was in a more settled state of mind than normal. Usually, the stress of the workday and the horrendous traffic sets his mood. This time, a little grandgirl needed him, two actually - and a grandboy!

As we walked the dog that evening, he told me how grandgirls clamored on his lap vying for his attention. A grandboy climbed up his pantleg. Kisses. Hugs. Tension gone. Contentment. Peace.

Little does this darlin' grandgirl know what actions her tender words motivated all because of love.

Granny Privileges

2010-09-17T19:51:00.005-04:00

Back in the day when our boys were little, we would never allow the following:

Playing with toys at the table during a meal! As a Granny, however, I get to relax these rules a bit!

Family Day - August 2010

2010-09-09T12:01:00.020-04:00

It has been so long since we've all been together. Love our Family Days!

Paul is not really asleep as pictured. He's hoping some of the grands will attack!

Ryan teaching his nephews (and Lucious) how to properly hold a football when passing.

Jon waiting for a pass from Ryleigh.

Some of my precious boys!

Cousin love!

Ryleigh's bodyguard: Uncle Jon!

Amelie stylin' a Phillies cap!

Frank with our precious E-boy!

Hadassah - also stylin' the Phillies cap!

Cousin Fun with Uncle Jon and Danielle!

Dancing Sisters In Pink!

Not to be outdone, here's Maeve rockin' the Phillies cap!

The Remains of the Day! *Looshy* was wiped out!

Now I Know What I Want To Be When I Grow Up

2010-09-07T15:01:00.010-04:00

OK, SO WHAT IS NEXT?

For almost two years, I have been without a *job*. It worked out well since I struggled with health issues during that time. I still struggle health-wise but at least I know what's wrong with me!

During this time, I have been coming to terms with my identity or what role does life have for me. Should I continue to pursue a career or stay home? If I stay home, would I be valued or needed? If I go back to work, do I have what it takes to be successful?

So, I placed myself back into the job market applying to job after job only to be turned down time and again. I kept thinking this is the path I needed to follow. Then, a little grandgirl wanted to spend time with me. Lots of time. Frequently. I treasure my grandgirl days and look forward to adding more grandgirls (and a grandson) now that the *original* is off to kindergarten. But I digress.

It seemed as though the more job applications I submitted, the more my family needed me. Babies were being born; daughters-in-law counted on me to babysit or lend a hand with the children. So, here I was - a full-time granny! Well, not really full time but my family knows that I'm here for them whenever they need me.

Hubby loved my being home! It had been a long time since there was good-old-fashioned-home-cooked-from-scratch meals on the table; not to mention baked goods! It's strange. As much as I love taking care of hearth and home, I was very apprehensive about resuming my domestic duties wholeheartedly. I reasoned that if I was to begin working, my home would take a back seat...again. No reason to get hubby and son #4, who's still at home, used to the good life for naught.

After a steady stream of rejections as a job seeker, I started to wonder what was wrong with me? Why did no one want to hire me? I'm a good prospect, I have a stellar resume, so what's the problem? In every job I ever had, the employer got the very best of me! Wait. What am I saying? Employers always got the very best of me. My husband, my family were second best, that is, if there was any *best* left to give. Most of the time, there was nothing left.

Recently, the job opportunity of a lifetime was dropped into my lap. So I began to tell God about it. Why did I wait to talk to Him about these important decisions? He's my heavenly Father and cares about every aspect of my life. I'm so glad that my Lord is patient and forebearing with me. Still, I chose to "put out the fleece" like Gideon as recorded in Judges chapter 6 in the Bible. If it was God's will that I go back to work, then this job would be the one. The final opportunity. It never happened. I have my answer. An answer that I kind of knew all along; it was just hidden in the deep recesses of my heart. Cluttered from view by my own machinations.

So here I am, at peace, content in the role I am best at: wife, mother, JerseyGranny!

Livin' A Fairy Tale Life or The Weber's Do Storybook Land!

2010-08-18T10:02:00.005-04:00

Last week we visited Storybook Land 'down South Jersey' and had a delightful time! The weather was perfect, the children were happy and the park was not crowded. Nice!

Grandgirl Day - Tripled!

2010-08-12T21:03:00.005-04:00

Last Thursday was Grandgirl Day. Typically, this involves spending the day with Amelie but lately, I've been including little sister Maeve in our activities - at least for the morning hours since she still naps in the afternoon. On this particular day, we invited cousin Ryleigh over. We had such a good time doing puzzles, and playing games. For lunch we feasted on pizza, potato chips, and milkshakes. Not exactly wise nutritional choices but, well - you know, I'm Granny and at Granny's house the rules get overlooked once in a while! (We did have Cheerios and pineapple chunks for morning snack.)

Mobile Pets

2010-08-07T22:04:00.002-04:00

Have you seen the strollers for dogs? Well, I think I can top that one, my Friends! Today, I saw a young woman with a love bird hanging from her neck! Honest! The contraption consisted of a platform hung around one's neck with the bird perched comfortably upon it. The cute little love bird was sitting on the cushioned platform playing with a toy.

I immediately thought of my friend, *J*, who adores birds. I jest, of course, because if *J* had a bird hanging from her neck, it would definitely be a "Fear Factor" episode!

Art History 101

2010-08-04T12:01:00.004-04:00

I've always enjoyed art - of any kind - but whenever I visited a museum, I always wondered about its history and wish I knew more about the particular piece of artwork and the artist. Now, if you're like me, you promise yourself that you'll Google the artist/artwork as soon as you get home and when you get home, the promised research seldom happens.

Yesterday, I met a good friend for lunch and a visit to the Rodin Museum in Philadelphia. We decided to take the guided tour and it proved to be an excellent decision. Not only was the tour guide expert in her knowledge and delivery, it provided us with some very interesting facts about Messrs. Auguste Rodin and the amazing pieces he sculpted.

One thing I learned is that art is not only the expression of the artist, it can also be a lesson in the politics and social views of the time. I found it fascinating.

If you live in the area or will be visiting in the future, include a visit to Philadelphia's Museum district in your plans. You won't be disappointed!

New Hampshire - Almost Heaven!

2010-07-29T23:13:00.005-04:00

Have you ever met someone who made you feel at home? How about someone who made you feel so welcome that you were completely relaxed in their presence and you could just be yourself? Enter: Mr. and Mrs. Nelson - grandparents to our daughter-in-law and patriarch/matriarch of their precious family.

This past weekend, Paul and I were invited to spend a long weekend at the New Hampshire family retreat of our daughter-in-law, Micalya. So, we packed up our Jeep with our son, Ryan, his wife, Micayla and our granddaughter, Ryleigh, and headed North toward God's country. Their home sits atop a mountain and is called, Skytop and it's breathtakingly lovely!

The Nelson's were kind, gracious and the kind of people who truly have the gift of hospitality. Paul and I had a very relaxing few days. It was difficult to leave but I will always have the precious memory of this weekend forever in my heart.

The Main House

The Cottage (where we stayed)

Our son, Ryan, Paul, Yours Truly, Ryleigh, Micayla

The Nelsons and Paul and Me

A Murphy's Law Afternoon or Why I Don't Run Errands After 3PM!

2010-07-29T23:11:00.000-04:00

Nope. I don't care to run errands in the afternoon; conversely, I don't like to leave the house in the morning. I'd rather have my coffee, plan my day, etc. So, what's a girl to do? Venture out into the late afternoon mayhem!

It was a lot of little things; like, forgetting my grocery bags as I was leaving the driveway, leaving my glasses in the car and having to go back for them, having a giant box of blueberries fall out of the grocery cart opening up upon impact, stopping at the drug store only to find out that they never recieved my prescription from the doctor's office. You know. Little annoyances that make you wish you could start over!

Then, there were the drivers! The man who decided to drive the wrong way down a one way street - toward me. The young girl in front of me turning left at a major busy intersection all the while texting on her cell phone. The dear elderly woman who insisted on driving 25mph in a 40mph zone. The problem was that people behind me thought it was me since they couldn't see her tiny car! The man failing to yield while pulling onto a highway and almost remodeling the entire passenger side of my car. And so on.

I'm happy, though, because God is good, this is just life and we all have these days from time to time. I believe it instills character in a person but, seriously, if I don't have character by now, I never will!

Good night, dear Readers!

My Inner Country Girl

2010-07-27T21:21:00.004-04:00

This past weekend, Paul and I were guests at our daughter-in-law's family retreat in New Hampshire - more on that later. While there, we visited the Friendly Farm, where I had the opportunity feed the cutest calf!

Observe: Jersey Granny as a New Hampshire Country Granny!

Above And Beyond The Call Of Duty?

2010-07-22T01:19:00.003-04:00

This is Jake the Snake and He belongs to our youngest son, Jonathan. He's quite docile and easy to like. Recently, he was diagnosed with an upper respiratory infection which requires antibiotic therapy. Now, the only way you can get medicine into a snake is by injection, so when my son asked for my assistance, he gave me the option of either holding the snake or administering the injection.

Oh my! What's a Mom/Granny to do?! I opted for administering the injection while Jonathan held onto Jake. I do feel badly for the creature and hope he gets well soon!

Cherry Hill Wildlife

2010-07-18T09:25:00.005-04:00

Some folks have neighborhood cats roaming around their yard; we have deer.

The Jersey Shore - My Favorite Place In The World. I Just Wish It Wasn't Everyone Else's!

2010-07-17T22:22:00.002-04:00

Paul and I left *early* today to venture to Cape May to visit with our son and his family. Normally, it should take about 90 minutes to make the trip. Not so, today! It took us more like 180 minutes because of the traffic. We wondered just how many people the coast of New Jersey can hold?

All things considered, it was so good to see Frank, Christy and our precious grands! Pics to follow on The Granny Chonicles!

"Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?"

2010-07-14T23:36:00.003-04:00

My post title is a reference to the Chicago hit song released in October 1970. By the way, Chicago is one of my all time favorite bands!

Lately, I've been feeling as though the summer is flying by and, conversely, I feel as if it's just plodding along. Perhaps it's because I'm: a) happily anticipating our vacation which we will be taking in mid-September and, b) not wanting the summer to end because our grandgirl, Amelie, will be in Kindergarten in September. She is so very excited about going to school. This is a good thing for Mama's sake. Don't you think it would be worse if your child were sent off to school kicking and screaming because they didn't want to leave you?

Last week, Amelie spent the day with me - a treasured Grandgirl Day. We were sorting through old photos because she wanted some pictures of her Daddy when he was younger. I came across a photo of our youngest, Jonathan, standing at our front door ready to take on Kindergarten and the world.

Honestly, it seems like only yesterday when my baby was sent off to school (pics below). Now he's a young man making his way in the world. And, I am a granny to seven wonderful, precious little blessings who are growing up so quickly right before my eyes.

Jonathan, my 'baby', on the first day of kindergarten.

Jonathan and his best buddy, Kyle.

Some unsolicited advice to young moms: treasure every moment with your little ones!

Now I know What I Want To Be When I Grow Up

2010-07-14T23:22:00.006-04:00

THREE LIFE-CHANGING EVENTS

I plodded along during those many years and I must say, it's a good thing I'm a survivor - stubborn and rebellious - or I would never have made it.

Seriously, I believe God was with me every step of the way and even though I was a disappointment to Him at times - many times, as a matter of fact - He never stopped loving, caring, guiding, directing my life.

Here are my life-changing events:

1. I went to a therapist who helped our marriage tremendously! I went to her to fix "me" but instead it became a time when Paul and I could sit back and look and our relationship. Thank you God for using Molly!

2. We reconnected with old friends. This worked wonders on bringing Paul and I closer together. During our times together, we laughed and laughed...it was like a healing balm to us individually and as a couple.

3. I went through a time of being in the desert spiritually and I finally came to the realization that I alone am responsible for my spiritual health. I cannot blame anyone else. This was the hardest lesson to learn.

These 'life-changing' events may not seem like a big deal to most folks, but to me they were just what I needed in my life at just the right times.

NEXT: Ok, so what is next?

Family BBQ On The 4th!

2010-07-05T12:14:00.008-04:00

We converged at our son's and DIL's lovely home for an Independence Day BBQ celebration. The back yard was relatively cool and shady despite the extreme heat we're experiencing here in South Jersey.

Maeve and her beloved Pop.

Cutie cousins cooling off in the pool. Uncle Jon made a great lifeguard!

Ezra loved the pool and would have swam who knows where if Mama didn't have a firm grip on him!

It was a great day and a splendid time was had by all!

What Does It Mean To Be A Friend?

2010-07-01T21:16:00.004-04:00

I have always struggled with the answer to this question: what does it mean to be a friend. Not because I don't know the answer but because I wonder why some friendships fail. Were they ever true friends, then? There have been a few that I've considered true friends - bosom friends as Anne of Green Gables so succinctly states. Now, they have either abandoned the friendship or proven themselves anything but a friend. Except one.

She has always been a true, and yes, a bosom friend. Although it's been a while since we've talked, or even seen each other, I'm convinced that our friendship will endure. Time and distance cannot erase what we mean to each other. We are friends and always will be.

Several weeks ago, I posed a question on the social networking site of which I am a member. Simply stated: "What is a friend?" I received many comments such as: unconditional love and support, someone who will never judge, someone who is there for you no matter what, etc. and I agree with these characteristics.

Here is my understanding of friendship: Friends weather whatever storms come our way and we return in kind. Friends don't choose what storms to weather, either. They are with us through it all and even if they don't always agree, they love us because love is the binding force that keeps a friendship together. Oh, and you can remove the word 'friendship' in the previous sentence and add your own word; i.e., marriage, family.

I'm going to close this post with the following portion of the New Testament, 1 Corinthians 13:1-8.

"If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails."

To me, a friend loves.

Another Excursion, Another State

2010-06-26T21:56:00.004-04:00

We are taking a long weekend visiting the lovely State of Ohio with a twofold purpose: 1) to visit Hero's parents and 2) get some serious antiquing done. Ohio has great antique malls.

Paul's parents are approaching their 90's and live alone. We so much want to gather them up in our arms and bring them back home with us and we'll be trying, once again, to talk them into returning to New Jersey. They are an amazing and Godly couple who have been married for more than 60 years! Love them!

Father's Day Celebration

2010-06-23T18:06:00.004-04:00

Last Sunday was Father's Day and we celebrated by going to our local Olive Garden restaurant.

Pop-Pop with the *girls*!

Now I Know What I Want To Be When I Grow Up - Part V

2010-06-20T19:12:00.007-04:00

I CAN ONLY MULTITASK ON ONE THING AT A TIME!

Well, Friends, there I was, the consummate Mom and Wife; then, because of the financial demands of our lives, I went back to work. My idyllic world changed and in ways I never imagined.

At first, I worked part-time at our church which was a cream puff of a job, all things considered, but it still bothered me to not be home with my children. Soon, part-time became full-time. And soon after that, I left my position in the church and ventured back to work in the the city (Philadelphia).

Some of you who are closer to my age may remember the perfume commercial back in the 1970's where the wife "brings home the bacon and fries it up in the pan" - well, that wasn't me! I was not a good multi-tasker. Sure, at work I was great. I gave my employer(s) the best of me so that by the time I got home, I was spent. I found myself cutting corners and making do as it pertained to household matters - things that I never would have done as a full-time homemaker. Shamefully, even my parenting took a back seat at times. I was tired, frustrated and depressed on the home front. This went on for twelve years!

So much happened during these dozen years, I sometimes wonder how I survived but I know it has all been by God's grace. My mother and younger brother passed away - another story in itself. Paul and I made some poor financial decisions which kept me in the workforce. We also suffered with relationship issues that almost tore us apart. I dealt with this by deciding to shrug off my Mom/Wife cape and become a Career Woman. I simply couldn't do both jobs well and since I had to work, that's the task that received my very best Karen.

Guess what? As I look back, I never really did very well as Career Karen. I tried but it just wasn't me. There were times when colleagues would say to me: "You're such a mom!" Career Karen did not want to be labeled the 'office mom', so I kept trying and failing.

Then, three things happened in my life that would finally put me and my life back on the the right track.

Next: Three Life Changing Happenings

It's Been A While!

2010-06-13T19:52:00.003-04:00

Wow. It's been almost two months since my last post and I haven't been very diligent about keeping up with my ongoing story about what I want to be when I grow up.

In the past year, I have gone through a lot physically and I have just recently discovered yet another malady that has come my way: a severe Vitamin B-12 deficiency. I know what you're thinking - how bad can that be? I thought the same thing. After researching on my own, I learned that this condition is no lightweight and it explained so much as to what was going on with me. The anxiety and fatigue were unbearable at times.

After almost three weeks of religiously taking my B-12 and D supplements, I feel so much better. Oh, I also have a Vitamin D deficiency. I am very thankful, though, because in matters of one's health, things could be so much worse. Praise God!

That's all for now, Friends!

Broken Promise!

2010-04-28T17:40:00.004-04:00

Over the New Year holiday when Paul and I were away, we purchased quite a bit of Majolica to add to our collection. On last weekend's trip to New York, we were doing pretty well as I admired, then passed by several lovely pieces. You see, back in the beginning of the year, we promised ourselves that we would buy...

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MAJOLICA!

Clearly, we caved and broke our promise! I fell in love with this vintage pottery about two or three years ago and now, even Paul has come to appreciate its loveliness.

Where In The New York World Are We?

2010-04-28T09:24:00.006-04:00

We finally made to Farmington, on time, without too much more assistance from Ms. Garmin! We really didn't mind the diversion, though. Besides, we never go anywhere without our good old-fashioned paper atlas!

Four Days Of Fun!

2010-04-27T21:26:00.002-04:00

Last Friday, Paul and I set off on an extended weekend antiquing in upstate New York, specifically, the beautiful Finger Lakes region. We had a wonderful time despite some inclement weather toward the end of our time and a temperamental GPS who was bound to get us lost one way on another. Sit a spell while I share with you some of the highlights of our trip over the next few posts.

I never thought I'd see the day when my "by-the-book" husband would become so, well, not "by-the-book"! There was a day when our trips were carefully planned and plotted down to the last detail. No more, I'm happy to say! Enter in the age of the GPS, no children, and time set aside for not a care in the world and here's what you get!

Strictly Speaking

2010-04-23T22:12:00.002-04:00

From my very limited view of our country's natural beauty, I must say that the State of New York is simply gorgeous! Hope to get a photo or two this weekend. That is all.

It's All So Complicated!

2010-04-20T22:01:00.003-04:00

I have been trying for years to schedule a professional family portrait. Years. The last portrait included only one grandchild and two daughters-in-law. So much has changed since then!

When we were a young family, I would simply call J. C. Penney or Sears, schedule a date, pick out clothing for my sons and husband and off we'd go. The last portrait of this type was the day before our first son got married; then, nothing until the aforementioned. I've come to cherish, in recent years, informal photos at family gatherings but I've longed for a professional portrait and it's high time that we've had one despite the resistant grumblings of the men in our family.

But, oh my, the scheduling of such a venture has become very complicated! My sons have conflicting work schedules and then there are the little one's nap times. What to do? What to do! Perhaps inviting the photographer to our next family day gathering is the only logical answer. We shall see!

Nature Calls!

2010-04-16T16:48:00.009-04:00

I'm a nature girl. Not in the sense that I could be the next Jane Goodall, the gifted scientist and amazing primatologist. I simply love, appreciate and have a healthy respect for the natural world.

That said, since living in our current home for a year now I have witnessed: a hawk swoop down, grab a snake and fly away; a snake sunning himself on the walk to my front door as I was bringing in groceries; and many, many white-tailed deer. Recently, on a Sunday afternoon, and entire herd of deer ran right past our sun room windows and into the woods behind our home. Now the brazen beasts are eating my pansies!

And so, dear readers, I would like to share a few photos of nature in action, as it were, around our home.

The wreath on my front door is home to a family of small birds. I didn't even realize what they were up to until it was too late. I haven't been able to identify them yet because as soon as you get near the door, mama (or papa) takes off like lightning. I'm thinking it's some type of wren based on what I saw of the nest. Suffice it to say that we are a bit nervous about opening the front door in case the parent(s) fly right into the house!

This one is very interesting and stems back to the winter when snow covered the ground. Lucious, our dog, was very curious about that particular corner and would dig through the snow trying to get at whatever was underneath. This morning as I opened the patio door to let him in, he was sniffing and lightly digging at the leaves and I saw movement. He gingerly backed up and ran into the house. I think I'll just wait until husband or son gets home and they can check it out!

Ah, my return visitors! Last year, a pair of Robins built a nest on our bedroom windowsill. It's hard to see through the screen but I was afraid to open it. Paul never bothered getting rid of it once the family vacated last summer and I wondered if they would use it again. Well, the thrifty family is back. They simply made some modifications by plumping it up with some grasses and such and now it's ready for a new batch of little ones.

The Little Dog That Could or Lucious The Vicious Guard Dog

2010-04-15T17:12:00.008-04:00

This is our dog, Lucious. He's 20 lbs. of lovable energy and I count him as one of my best friends. He adores our grandchildren although that love is not always returned by some of them because of his overly rambunctious nature. Still, he would never hurt one of them.

Our little 2 y.o. Maeve is one of our grandchildren who happens to be terrified of Lucious and this morning was no different. She was spending a couple hours with me this morning and we decided to take a walk around the block with Lucious in tow. As we passed a crew of landscapers at work, one of the men stopped what he was doing and approached the stroller to greet Maeve. Lucious suddenly began growling uncharacteristically at the man and positioned himself between the man and the stroller.

Frankly, Lucious barks at everyone and everything and I can tell the difference between this bark or that. This one was different. He was clearly upset and seemed as though he was ready for a fight. I cannot ever recall seeing him like this in the past.

Maybe the whole incident was nothing more than what it was - a man being friendly. After all, Lucious is a hyperactive dog. But I'm proud of my Lucious, nonetheless! This isn't the first time he's proven his loyalty to me but it may be the most profound.

Now I Know What I Want To Be When I Grow Up - Part IV

2010-04-13T15:03:00.000-04:00

A Career Blossoms

When I last left you on this topic, Paul I had just married and he welcomed me to quit working my full-time job as a railroad clerk. I cheerfully turned in my resignation and prepared for life as a full-time wife and mother to my son, as well as Paul's son from a previous marriage.

Preparedness nothwithstanding, it was heaven for me and I felt as though I was more than fully prepared given my past experience with children and houskeeping. I was so silly back then. The years passed and we welcomed two more precious sons to our family and I continued to revel in this wonderful calling of domesticity. Baking, crafting, sewing, homeroom mom, bus driver for school activities and directing the church soccer league - I was the quintessential wife and mom - at least, that's what I aspired to be. And, as is true with most of life's journeys, the roads of parenting and marriage I traveled were not without mistakes and regrets.

Then, one day, my world drastically changed.

Next: I Can Only Multitask On One Task At A Time!

People Change. Ice Cream Flavors Change. (a.k.a. Communication in a marriage is the key to marital harmony!)

2010-03-29T21:26:00.001-04:00

Time: Sometime last week.
Location: Our sunroom

JerseyGranny: (pleased with what she was about to say)That ice cream was still on sale at the grocery store so I picked up a couple more containers. Know what, honey? I got you your favorite flavor. I really appreciated that you got me a container of my favortie flavor, so this time, I thought you should have your favorite flavor.

My Hero: (a bit challenging) What flavor did you get?

JerseyGranny: (a little put out) What do you mean what flavor? I got your favorite - butter pecan!

My Hero: (smugly) That's not my favorite.

JerseyGranny: (perplexed and a little more put out) Since when?! Butter pecan was always your favorite ice cream flavor!

My Hero: (more smug and challenging) Not anymore.

JerseyGranny: (agitated and sarcastic) Would you like to enlighten me, your wife, as to your favorite flavor then?

My Hero: (calm and thoughtful) Well, it's a couple different flavors: chocolate chip, cookies and cream.

JerseyGranny: (really annoyed) Thanks for letting me know! Here I am buying butter pecan, which I despise, just for you and you go and change your favorite flavor; then, don't even tell me! We've been married for twenty-eight years and you never tell me that your ice cream flavor changed!

My Hero: (a little scared) It's OK! I'll still eat it and I still like it!

Synopsis:
This is a funny, innocent example of how people can change during the course of a marriage. Many times it's more serious and life-altering than this. It's so easy to get caught up in the day-to-day activities of life and forget that wonderful person we married, isn't it?

When You Live At Sea Level And You Get Lots of Precipitation...

2010-03-21T17:27:00.000-04:00

Here in the Northeast region of the United States, we have seen our fair share of snow this past winter. In the particular area where I live, all-time records were not only broken but well surpassed.

Our oldest son and family live in Cape May, New Jersey, and that's pretty much living life on the edge of our State, as it were. He told us recently that because of all this snow and rain, their basement and their back pasture had flooded but nothing prepared us for what we saw when we arrived at their home yesterday. This photo, which doesn't do it justice, represents at least two acres of the back pasture for their horses. It is now a lake - several feet deep in some places. They expect that perhaps by July, the water may have finally subsided - if the rain holds off. Oh, and said groundwater must be continually pumped from their basement, but at least it's not 'feet' deep, just 'inches'. A small consolation.

Now I Know What I Want To Be When I Grow Up - Part III

2010-03-20T00:14:00.000-04:00

Meeting Someone Who Would Change My Life Forever.

There I was. A very young single mom living alone in a state different than the one in which I grew up. I decided the best place for me to be was church so one Sunday, I found myself at Berean Baptist Church in Magnolia, New Jersey, with my five-year old son in tow.

As I made my way toward the front of the church, I noticed someone sitting in the second pew on the right hand side - a handsome man somewhat older than me - and I immediately thought to myself, "I'm going to marry that man someday." At that moment, I wanted to run right out of the church and never show my face again since I was sure everyone had heard what I was thinking! What had come over me? Why had such a thought entered my mind? I had never seen this man before in my life and here I was entertaining thoughts of marriage! Forturnately, I was able to compose myself, be seated and listen to the day's message. That was in 1979 although I cannot remember the day or even the month.

So much happened over the next three years that is better left for another post...another time. Paul, the man I knew I would someday marry, and I were wed in February 1982. I was still working full-time, of course, but I clearly remember the sweetest, most liberating words he ever said to me right before our wedding day: "You don't have to continue working, if you don't want to." I didn't have to think twice about my decision!

Next: A *Career* Blossoms

Eureka! I Think I've Found A Way To Make Them Talk!

2010-03-10T15:35:00.001-05:00

I had to take a little break from my series to tell you that I may have discovered a tool that will motivate dinnertime conversation at our house. As a joke, more to amuse myself than anything, I composed a little story about how I repaired the chandelier over our dinner table when no one else could. Naturally, I took some literary license as many authors do but it was merely to inject a bit of humor and it never affected the truth.

A few nights ago, at our usual dreadfully silent dinner table, I read the story. My stoic husband and equally stoic youngest son suddenly became quite animated and insisted that I had it all wrong, etc. How nice to finally have such lively dinner conversation. I think I may be onto something!

Now I Know What I Want To Be When I Grow Up - Part II

2010-03-08T08:25:00.009-05:00

A Change In The Air.

By the time I entered my junior year of high school, I was able to successfully manage a household and care for babies and small children. And although I enjoyed it, I never looked at it as a lifelong calling. It was just something I did because I enjoyed it, like a hobby. However, a passion for science and history had awakened a desire in me to pursue the possibility of becoming an archeologist. That is what I wanted to be when I grew up!

When I shared this news at home, the response was less than enthusiastic. The word 'crazy' may have been used. I was informed, in no uncertain terms, that girls were not archeologists. Girls were nurses, teachers or secretaries and if I wanted to choose one of those fields of study, I would recieve the support I needed. Period. End of conversation. Understand that it was the early 1970's and the times were turbulent and on the cusp of change in many ways for the world and for me personally, so I chose the path of least resistance and became a secretary, a darn good one, too!

If you read my previous post, you know a nursing career wasn't going to work and as I thought about a teaching career, I could not imagine myself closed up in a room all day with children. No, if I were to be a teacher, it would have to be on my terms. Think: Maria in the movie, "The Sound of Music". We'd have to be outdoors exploring the world as we learned. Very unorthodox, I know. It would never work in the real world - in the United States - in New Jersey! So, I went to work as a secretary for the Penn Central Railroad (now Conrail) and took care to do my very best.

Next: Meeting Someone Who Would Change My Life Forever!

Now I Know What I Want To Be When I Grow Up!

2010-03-04T00:54:00.000-05:00

When I was a young girl, I wanted to be a nurse. I even investigated the possibility of being a 'Candy Striper' at our local hospital. Except I had one problem - I was very squeamish and fainted at the sight of blood and even the smell of hospitals sometimes. Well, that wasn't going to work.

As I entered my early teenage years, I became very fond of children and babies. My sister was eleven years my junior and she was like my very own 'live' doll. I loved to dress her up, fix her hair and take her to the park. Seeing how I loved to play games and spend time with the neighborhood children, parents soon got the idea the I just might be a good babysitter and it wasn't too long before I was the most sought after sitter on the block. My experience was such that by the summer I turned sixteen, I had secured a position as nanny to five children, the oldest being seven years old. I thoroughly enjoyed the position and still remember with fondness caring for the children that summer.

Next: A Change In The Air

Me? Oh, I Can't Complain.

2010-02-28T09:46:00.000-05:00

No, I can't complain - not really - but I do - sometimes. At least I hope it's just sometimes. Those aches and pains, the recent snowstorms, mostly minor petty things really. This morning, however, I had to take a long hard look at the many blessings in my life. I have so much for which to be thankful. So many things that are taken for granted. Others this morning were not so fortunate and so I prayed for the people of Chile.

Guess Our Plans Will Change

2010-02-24T08:40:00.000-05:00

This Saturday is our wedding anniversary and Paul and I made plans to go away for a long weekend. Up north. Near one of the Great Lakes. Where it snows - often and a lot. What were we thinking? Maybe we hoped that the snow was finished for a while here in New Jersey as well as upstate New York.

You know, there was a day when little things like snowstorms might not have bothered us so much but those days are long gone and we have more sense now. So we're thinking about heading south to Virginia or we could wait until April. I think it might be safe to visit upstate New York by that time!

Jersey Girls Don't Pump Gas!

2010-02-22T11:30:00.002-05:00

Have you ever heard or seen this statement before: Jersey Girls don't pump gas? Well, it's true, but not because women in the State of New Jersey are divas who refuse to get their hands ditry. It just so happens that New Jersey is one of two states in the USA, the other being Oregon, who have a law prohibiting their residents from pumping their own gas. This is one law I can live with since I really don't care to pump my own gas. For instance, I like not having to get out of my car in inclement weather. If I am leaving the State and Paul is not with me, I fill up in NJ before I cross the bridge except recently...

Two girlfriends and I went on a shopping trip into Pennsylvania and I completely forgot to fill the tank with gas. Wouldn't you know, the little indicator light lit up on my dash indicating that the tank was empty. Now, what? We pulled into a gas station and we were on our own. So we reasoned that with the three of us, we certainly could get the gasoline out of that gas tank and into the car's tank. Since it was my car, I would do the work and Linda would stand next to me and help me with the directions. Felicia hung out the back window and watched to make sure we did everything in order. There we were: three middle-aged women trying to fill a car with gas. I was hoping upon hope that people would notice that we had New Jersey tags and take pity on us. I'm sure we made a comical sight, nonetheless!

The Difference Between Boys and Girls

2010-02-20T23:16:00.005-05:00

Growing up with brothers made the phrase, 'only the strong survive', a reality to me. So, the Good Lord knew what He was doing when He gave me sons to raise. Boys are pretty easy going and when you scold them, they either concede or reap the consequences but it's not a big deal. They quickly move on to the next adventure. Not so with little girls.

As I experience life around my precious grandgirls, I notice that they *melt* easily. Once, our little Maeve, who was about 18 months old at the time, decided to open one of my kitchen drawers which contained sharp, non-kid-friendly objects. She was looking right at me as she slowly pulled it open. I shook my head and firmly but quietly said, "no." Within a split second, she melted onto the floor in a puddle of tears, wailing as if she had been seriously injured. Paul came to see what was wrong and I said, "All I did was tell her no." Paul said, "Oh, I thought she got hurt. Why is she crying like that?" "I don't know but I think I'm going to find a different way to tell her no from now on."

This evening Paul and I babysat Ryleigh who recently celebrated her first birthday. She and I were playing with her toys on the floor when she pointed to a wall socket and said, "What's that?" Of course, my daughter-in-law had taken precautions by installing very fancy hi-tech childproof gadgets into the sockets. However, in the event that Ryleigh was ever confronted with an electrical socket that was not secure, I said in my serious voice, "Don't touch. Hot. No-no." Then...she melted...instantly. Big tears and mournful sobs. It was all very pitiful.

My other grandgirls are older and I can reason with them but it usually entails a bit of bribery and ends up costing me something but I don't mind - as long as they don't melt!

Wow.

2010-02-20T14:56:00.002-05:00

I'm back from the dreaded Saturday grocery shopping trip. There were ample parking spaces, no bored children and no frazzled parents. The only shocker was that I found out that Gruyere cheese cost $16.99 lb.! I only needed half a pound, even so - this had better be one tasty recipe that's all I have to say.

Karen the Procrastinator

2010-02-20T12:26:00.006-05:00

I'm going to do something today that I really don't like to do on a good day but to have to do it on a Saturday is even worse. It's my own fault, though. I've been procrastinating all week so I deserve the crowded parking lot, the bored children and the frazzled parents (because of the bored children). Where am I going? FOOD SHOPPING!

There's Something About Jill

2010-02-17T14:34:00.008-05:00

Paul and I antiqued this past weekend with friends and, as usual, we brought along Jill (her name as indicated in the GPS instruction manual). In the past, we thought Jill a little sarcastic with her comments but we thought: "No, it couldn't be. It's just a machine." Well, I'm here to say that this weekend it was almost as if she were human - exhibiting human emotions and characteristics, if you will. Read on!

On Sunday, we went off course to stop at a drive-thru for something to drink and forgot to let Jill know that we had detoured. I'm afraid that this action sent her into a tailspin and we had to turn her off for a while so she could recoup. No harm done, right?

On Monday morning we headed for home rather early in order to stop at one or two more antique shops along the way. I programmed our first destination into the GPS knowing that in just a few moments we would be on I-270. So when Jill started taking us through what seemed like every backroad in the State of Maryland, I knew she was executing her revenge. We were at her mercy. I must say, though, the scenery was quite lovely and we all enjoyed the ride, albiet a little nervously.

In the end, the GPS totally bypassed I-270 (the first leg of the trip) and dumped us directly onto I-70 (the second leg of the trip). Honestly, it does make one wonder about these GPS machines, though...

Who Am I?

2010-02-15T20:36:00.004-05:00

A few years ago I subscribed to Ancestry.com in an effort to trace my ancestors. I was not successful in finding out very much useful information at all and I may end up marching myself over to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, and begin my search the old fashioned way: hunched over the city's archives.

What I do know is that my father's parents immigrated from Ireland but I don't know when they immigrated. My mother's parents were a different story. My grandmother was a Pennsylvania Dutch farm girl from Reading, Pennsylvania, who married a Mexican farm worker. He died before I was even born.

I don't remember my father at all (part of that story I've alluded to in previous posts) or his family and I would love to learn more about them and my Irish heritage so I think I'll begin there.

I share this because my family would never share past family information with me when I asked and that always troubled me as a child and young person. So wish me the "luck of the Irish" as I begin my journey!

My Analytical Hero!

2010-02-12T11:06:00.007-05:00

My Hero Husband, Paul, is an extremely analytical man. A chemist by profession, perhaps it's an occupational hazzard but I truly believe he's been wired this way from birth. He is capable of solving complex mathematical equations in his head. I am in awe of this ability. It's a gift and must be in the genes as all of our sons are proficient in mathematics.

I must say, though, it had been a challenge adapting to marriage to someone who looks at life this way. Particularly since I am the polar opposite! As a new bride, I used to become very frustrated at this propensity to constantly correct little details with: "well it's not actually 90 degrees, it's only 88 degrees" or "no, the total cost of this week's grocery bill was $104.67, not $100.00". As the years past, I decided that this is the way he is and I am ok with it, so I chose to ignore it. Now, we actually laugh about it!

I tell you all of this, dear readers, to give you a glimpse of my Wednesday morning - the day of the blizzard. By the end of the morning, there had been approximately four *occasions* of these *analytical corrections*. Following was the finale:

JerseyGranny: It's snowing now. (there had been sleet previously)

Hero: How do you know?

JerseyGranny: Ummm...I looked out the window.

Hero: Actually, it's not all snow. There's some sleet still mixed in with the snow.

JerseyGranny: I could really, really hurt you right now.

Hero: What? I'm just being honest.

Taking Stock In Shovels

2010-02-10T09:58:00.004-05:00

Do you remember a few posts ago (during the last snowstorm) when I purchased a shovel for our son, Steven? This past Sunday our son, Ryan, and family (Micayla and baby Ryleigh) were visiting as they usually do on Sunday afternoons and guess what? Ryan asked if he could borrow our snow shovel. It did not occur to me that he needed one since they live in an apartment complex. Ryan informed me that the plows tend to bury their cars while clearing the lots. So, what's a Mama to do? I asked Hero to give him our shovel and told him to keep it. Not the ergonomic shovel, mind you. Ryan is considerably younger than Steven - not even 30 yet!

So, now, here we were, getting ready to face another major snowstorm with one shovel. Still determined to save Hero's life, I braved the traffic yesterday afternoon and drove the two miles to our local hardware store (Voorhees Tru Value Hardware Store, Voorhees, NJ) to buy yet another shovel. The clerk was helpful and knowledgeable and I learned a lot about the different types of snow shovels and what they do. That's the difference between going to a hardware super store and a local hardware store.

By the way, this hardware store must be the best kept secret in town. As of 5:00 p.m. yesterday, they had gobs of snow shovels and salt!

You might be wondering about my Cape May son, Frank. I did call him and ask how he and family were doing and also how he was handling clearing his property, hoping that he was going to tell me that he hitched up one of the horses to a plow. But he does have shovels. Phew!

So, when others run to grocery stores stocking up on bread and milk, Jersey Granny runs to the Voorhees Tru Value and stocks up on snow shovels!

You Never Know Who You're Going To Meet

2010-02-09T21:10:00.003-05:00

I had a doctor's appointment today and the young lady who came in to take my *vitals* was new and she told me so. As a matter of fact, she was just as sweet as can be and we actually had a pleasant conversation. I'm chagrined to admit that that's not the norm in this neck of the woods. Most times, you're lucky if you even get acknowledged at all. Her mannerisms and *accent* were familiar, though. Hmmm.

When I asked where she was from, she said: "Oh, about a 45 minute drive North of Syracuse, New York." She was taking my pulse at the time and I know my heart rate must have skipped a couple times because that's exactly what I say when anyone asks where my NY daughter-in-law hails from. Turns out, Jackie - that's her name - is from Sandy Creek, which is not far at all from Altmar - my DILs home and where her parents and family still live. When she asked, I gave her my DILs maiden name and she knew some folk by that name. You just never know.

A Lesson In Common Sense With A Sprinkling Of Geography

2010-02-09T11:11:00.009-05:00

We are about to have another significant snowstorm right on the heels of one that will go down in our weather record books as having been one of the worst the northeast has ever seen in some areas.

Please don't be alarmed. There really is no need to drive to every grocery store in the region and hoard all the bread and milk that can fill a grocery cart. Let's examine why this is not necessary.

1. We do not live in the mountains of the western states where snowfalls are the heaviest in the Nation; nor do we live in Wyoming, which is the least populated in the Nation and where one might have problems finding even a Wawa. These factors might make it difficult to get that coveted bread and milk; however, I'm quite certain that our hardy western neighbors know how to be prepared but let's move on.

2. We live in the Northeast - the most densely populated region of the United States. If you happen to live in New Jersey, then you have the dubious honor of living in the most densely populated State in the Nation. That said, we can all be assured: a) that the roads will be cleared and passable within less than 24 hours and, b) that there will be a bountiful supply of food for all.

3. During the brunt of the storm, please do not drive unless your (or someone else's) life depends on it. If you feel you must take that freshly baked batch of cookies to Aunt Martha and get stuck in a ditch along the way, then a First Responder must take their time away from a real emergency to help pull you and Aunt Martha's cookies out of the ditch. Check on Aunt Martha before the storm; then, give her a call during. OK?

Thank you for your patience and cooperation!

When Are Your Kids Not Kids?

2010-02-06T10:03:00.004-05:00

We are in the throes of a pretty bad snowstorm as I write this post and to make sure we were prepared, I stopped at our local hardware store to pickup a couple snow shovels yesterday. An extra one for us and one for our son, Steven, a recent homeowner and quite without a snow shovel.

As Hero was logging the purchase into the checkbook, he remarked as to the cost of the shovels. I defended the amount because these particular shovels were the ergonomic kind that relieve back strain and I thought that this would help him, given his advanced age but I guess I could have got a regular shovel for Steven because he's a strong young kid.

At that moment we looked at each other and said: "Wait a minute."

Me: "Wait, maybe he's not a kid. He's 33 now, right?"

Hero: "Well, let's see, he was born in 1976, so, yes, he was 33 this past December."

Me: "Then, Frank (our oldest) will be..."

Hero: "Let's see, he was born in '74, so he'll be 36 in March."

Ok, my Sons. You're not kids anymore. Your fine men with precious families of your own - well, Jon has to catch up on the wife and family part - and Dad and I are so proud of all of you! But you'll always be our kids!

Grannies Have Super Powers!

2010-02-04T11:53:00.009-05:00

I've been a granny for ten years now but until recently I never realized that I had super powers. Perhaps it was because I worked a full-time job for most of those years and never had the chance to fully develop them.

Now I realize as parents, we can get things done on behalf of our children but I'm finding out that as grannies we carry a bit more punch! It seems that people don't want to mess with us. I kind of like it!

Last week, a more seasoned granny acquaintance of mine showed me her granny powers at a child's birthday party where crafts were being made. One little girl grew reasonably but sweetly impatient of waiting for assistance but was told to just "go sit down, someone will get to you". Before I, myself, could respond, this seasoned granny took the child by the hand and marched right up to this young person and guess what? The little girl received the assistance she needed.

Today is my turn to drop off and pick up my granddaughter at her preschool but I completely forgot that she got out later today and had made arrangements with an appliance repair person to come by this afternoon to fix my oven. I was afraid to call him back because he was kind of grumpy and mean but then I thought - wait a minute - this is my granddaughter we're talking about! So I fearlessly pushed send on my cell phone and told the man that I was unavailable from 1:30-2:30 today and he would need to work around MY schedule because I needed to be there for MY granddaughter. He cheerfully said no problem he could come right over. Of course, I found out this was not the mean person to whom I was originally speaking but his son. But still, my super powers were deployed and worked. There's no stopping me now!

Recently Seen Signage - Love it!

2010-02-03T20:18:00.003-05:00

Grandparents

so easy to operate...

even a child

can do it!

I NEED A Sewing Machine!

2010-02-03T10:43:00.008-05:00

Many, many years ago I loaned my sewing machine to a friend never worrying that it would not be returned. Then, I went back to work for a while, we both moved and lost contact with each other - machine forgotten and never returned.

Now that I no longer work and receive catalogs from high-end children's boutiques like Chasing Fireflies that tempt me with their beautiful wares that I cannot afford, I yearn to feel and to hear the hum of my machine as I feed the cloth through needle and plate. I have many little ones who could be keeping me very busy at the treadle!

Balloons vs. Leafy Green Veggies

2010-02-02T15:19:00.008-05:00

Last week, I had the privilege of accompanying my granddaughter and her preschool class on a fieldtrip to one of our local ShopRite grocery stores for a tour. The children have been learning about healthy eating habits so the tour was mostly restricted to the circumference where one would find produce, dairy, bakery items, meats and fish.

As expected, a very engaging employee led the tour and was able to hold the children's attention until...

...the employee was extolling the virtue of all veggies green and leafy, when a little girl from the class pointed upward and shouted out: "Cool. Look at all the balloon!" Evidently, the card/party supply aisle was the next aisle over as evidenced by the photo below.

The leafy green veggies, and the engaging employee, lost the attention of the children to the balloons. The tour moved on.

One caveat: the tour turned out to be a success despite the balloons. Kudos to the preschool and ShopRite!

Baby Steps

2010-01-25T17:56:00.005-05:00

Baby steps. That's what my youngest granddaughter is currently working on now that she is completing her first year of life. We celebrate this accomplishment with joy and praise for our little one.

I, too, am taking baby steps in my life right now. Last summer, I was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia. It was such a relief to finally have an answer to the problems I had been encountering for a long time. Now I must learn to live with a condition that rules my body and decides how much I can and cannot do and when.

The past several months have been particularly bad so Hero and I decided we should hire a cleaning service on a bi-weekly basis to care for routine housekeeping. Fortunately, the worst seems to have abated and I've been able to become more attuned to my pain: what conditions make it worse, etc. Anyway, I decided to cancel our housekeeping service and get back into caring for our home myself. Here's where the baby steps come in. My plan was to complete the downstairs today. That was not going to happen! I simply could not get it all done and that frustrated me. I don't live in a huge home. It's kept generally clean. It's just me! I can function - just not the way I used to.

So while our grandchildren continue to take baby steps, they will eventually mature taking bigger and faster steps. This Granny, will continue to plod along in life, doing what I can - when I can. I've done a lot of soul searching these past months. It's not been an easy thing to accept. But God is good and knows what's best for me. And, hey, I've learned it's not the end of the earth if I don't *get it all done in one day*!

Sunday Kind Of Thoughts

2010-01-24T19:58:00.006-05:00

Today is Sunday and it has become the custom for Son #3, his Sweet and Lovely Wife, and their exceptionally adorable, amazingly brilliant daughter, Ryleigh, to come over and spend the day after church services. I cherish these times and do not take them for granted! Ah, so much joy!

This week, I will have the opportunity to chaperon another exceptionally adorable, amazingly brilliant granddaughter on a school field trip as well as a birthday party in order to help out Mama who's busy at home with a toddler whose middle name is *dangerous* and an infant who thinks the world revolves around him...which it does...and rightly so!

Do I realize how amazingly blessed I am? I have four sons; three of whom are married with children and two of those sons are only a 15-20 minute drive away. The other son is about 2 hours away - still a doable day's drive. I no longer work outside the home so I am available to lend a hand whenever my precious *daughters* need me. Our home is available for family gatherings as frequently as can be arranged. Oh, yes! I realize just how truly blessed I am.

Over the years, I have become friends with the mothers of the two *daughters* that live closest to me. We have sweet Christian friendships that I treasure and I pray for them on a regular basis. Why? Because we're friends and sisters in Christ and because, as a mother, I know what they must feel having their daughters living so far away from them and, now, their grandchildren. I have never known this feeling because my sons returned home after college with their precious brides.

There may come a day when we, too, will part be it career decisions or retirement. I won't worry about that now, though. What I will continue to do is pray for *D* and *S* and promise them that I will take care of their girls and love them always.

At Least I'm Consistent With Something!

2010-01-22T17:27:00.002-05:00

I know, I know. I said I would begin blogging again and I didn't but at least I'm changing my backgrounds. There's something in me that just cannot leave an area of my life undecorated or *mis*-decorated.

Anyway, I've had a string of blah days since the year began. Oh, there have been moments of sheer joy when my grandchildren have blessed me with their presence. But as the cold of winter has set in, it has taken a toll on my physical condition and I lack the stamina I had when I was healthier. It's frustrating to say the least. It's like living your life in slow motion but your brain is way ahead of you!

That said, rather than trying to catch up, I'll blog along as each day provides a new adventure!

Betwitxt and Befuddled

2009-12-06T19:50:00.005-05:00

That's what I've been lately and why I've not written. Believe me, it's not for lack of material. It's just that I'm living in a state of...befuddlement...right now. I will be back to posting and may have to begin a new blog for my more serious and intimate blogginess. Stay tuned and don't forget the Granny Chronicles! Oy! What kind of Granny am I when I haven't even announced the birth of my precious newborn Ezra who may be getting his driver's license soon! Slight exaggeration but he is more than one month old for pity's sake!

Kindly stay tuned for further developments!

A Lap By Any Other Name

2009-10-16T17:58:00.004-04:00

"Few things are more delightful than grandchildren fighting over your lap."

~Doug Larsen

This morning I babysat my almost two-year old granddaughter, Maeve, while her mommy went grocery shopping and her big sister was in preschool. We were sitting on the floor watching Dora and suddenly Maeve got up, came over to where I was sitting, and nestled herself into my lap. I was a bit surprised because she's usually more active. So I didn't move; just held her in my arms as we both watched Dora and Boots save the day. Soon, my legs went numb but it didn't matter. This moment was all that mattered to this granny. It was delightful!

I was reminded of last Saturday while visiting my grandchildren in Cape May. Joshua and Jameel were practically glued to my lap, snuggled up against me, whenever I sat down. This, too, I loved despite Josh being a solid heavy kid at the age of seven and Jameel a squirmy bony five-year old. Again, it didn't matter - it was delightful!

Grandparent laps are made for this purpose, I believe. When I was the age of Maeve and Josh and Jameel, I sat on my own grandmother's lap and, you know, I can still see her plump, lovely face; her greying hair tucked into a hair net while she told me story after story and nursery rhyme after nursery rhyme . It was - delightful!

Bad Words!

2009-10-11T19:44:00.008-04:00

If you've been following my posts, you know that I've been called to task time and again by a certain grandchild for using bad words. Let me say that the words that are usually associated with being bad are not the same words that my grands associate with being bad. For instance: hate, stupid, idiot, shut up are all in the index of words that my grandchildren may not utter.

Frankly, when I use some of these words I don't necessarily mean them verbatim...all the time...(she said sheepishly). When I called the bad driver stupid the other day, I really did mean that she was using poor judgement by not pulling all the way into the parking lot. But immediately, I resorted to calling her stupid; thereby setting a poor example to my grandchild. I apologized and took the time to explain that it was actually her poor driving that was bad - not the lady - but that I should not have responded like I did.

In thinking about these bad words, the meaning behind them and the frequency with which we use them, I began to wonder what it would be like if more children were taught to remove these words, and the thoughts behind them, from their vocabulary.

Hate is, I think, the worst of all. It's the cause of so much sorrow and strife. Right now in my own life there is a situation that is making it very easy for me to actually hate. I do not like feeling this way and I must keep reminding myself over and over again of the words of Jesus in Matthew, chapter 5, verse 44.

"...Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them that despitefully use you, and persecute you;..."

So, no more bad words for this Granny!

How are Substitute Teachers and Grandparents the Same?

2009-10-11T13:32:00.004-04:00

Yesterday, Hero and I spent a fantastic day with the Fab Five - our darling grandkids who live in Cape May. I'll be posting more about it in the Granny Chronicles a bit later but had to share this particular experience here. It's just too hard to resist!

Later in the afternoon, Christy, our dear DIL, set off to take home the friend of one of our granddaughters. She took baby Kezia with her and we were left ALL ALONE with the four older ones. Having just spent a good amount of time playing outside we were relaxing together in front of the TV watching Animal Planet. Hadassah thought it a good idea to break out the Pepsi and snacks by offering Pop-Pop first. What a gracious little hostess!

Well, when Mom came back and saw Naomi finishing her last gulp of Pepsi, I knew right then that a serious mistake had been made! What were we do do? We didn't know! I mean the poor dears were thirsty and hungry!

Seems this Granny and Pop are always getting into some kind of trouble!

Foiled Again

2009-10-11T12:59:00.006-04:00

The other day, Amelie and I were thirsty after enjoying some playtime at a local park and we decided to stop by a nearby Wawa to quench our thirst with some ice cold water*. As I was attempting to pull into the parking lot of aforesaid Wawa, I had the dangerous misfortune of being behind a woman who may have received her driver's training from the Harpo Marx School of Driver Education. The rear end of my Jeep was hanging out in traffic on a very busy, shoulder-less street and she would not move further into the lot so I could pull in. She certainly had room but was evidently waiting for a good parking spot to be vacated.

Being sensitive to the fact that Amelie was in the car, I WHISPERED under my breath, "Oh my gosh, you are stupid!" Amelie quickly responded, "Granny, I heard that!" "Sorry, Amels." "Well, I didn't hear the word but I think it might have been bad."

Note to self: watch not only words but intonation as well. check!

*ice cold water - This is what Amelie kept insisting she wanted until we walked into the Wawa and saw the Icee machine. One blue raspberry Icee coming right up!

How Do They Know To Send These Things To Me?

2009-09-30T22:03:00.007-04:00

I received yet another catalog in the mail today. Nothing unusual. I get them all the time. However, I seem to get more and more super cute children's clothing catalogs that take my breath away as I flip through the pages. Today's little gem was no exception:
C. W. D. Kids. Oh, my! Oh, my!!

Pleasant Diversions

2009-09-29T15:10:00.005-04:00

I was at my favorite grocery store yesterday afternoon and the checkout lady was as sweet as can be but she gave new meaning to the word: s l o w. While I was waiting, a young mother got in line behind me with three little ones - all boys - one was about four years old and the other two, twins, are to celebrate their second birthday in two weeks. They were all so cute but it was the twins who kept me entertained and vice versa.

One twin was more outgoing than the other and began waving madly to me. I, of course, waved back. His brother, not to be outdone, began waving and so it went. Then, the talkative and more flirtatious twin began blowing kisses to me. Well, we just had the best time waving, chatting and blowing kisses. Grannies and toddlers have that knack, you know!

A Captive Audience

2009-09-22T21:44:00.004-04:00

Today I had out-patient surgery that required anesthesia and the docs and nurses were having a dickens of a time finding a suitable vein to use with the IV. "Suitable vein finding" is an all too common problem with me and I have been known to pass out when a clinician keeps poking and prodding. I almost came to that point today and probably would have had I not already been laying down.

Beside fainting, my other survival tactic is talking - done so in order to distract myself from the aforementioned poking and prodding. So while I was being repeatedly poked and prodded on two hands and two inner-arms by two anesthesiologists and two nurses, and watched by a few others who were hovering about, I regaled everyone with endless stories about my four sons, three daughters-in-love, eight grandchildren, and one on-the-way-grandchild.

Ah! A Granny's dream - to have a captive audience when bragging about her children and grandchildren!

A Nice Surprise!

2009-09-21T19:48:00.002-04:00

I actually got to see all four of our sons today! Not all at the same time but all within about the same twelve-hour time period. This rarely happens but when it does, it makes my heart very happy. Two of them were together and took advantage of it by tormenting me but I loved every minute of it. Plus, my sweet DIL saw first-hand just what I've had to endure all those years in a house chock full of boys!

Thank you, Lord, for our sons. Bless them and their precious families. Hero and I love them all so very much. Amen.

Life Is Good!

2009-09-18T18:24:00.002-04:00

My grandchildren love me. I know this because:

*some of them scream their heads off when I leave them.

*some of them scheme of ways to come and stay with me for extended periods and actually act upon their plans without parental knowledge.

*some of them latch onto me when I'm at their house and won't let go.

*one recently said: "I can't stop hugging you!"

Life is good and my cup runneth over!

Stopping 'Copying'

2009-09-17T16:25:00.008-04:00

Our precious Amelie has adopted what every child in the universe has done before her, that is: repeating everything you say. An important fact at this point is that Amelie loves the Philadelphia Phillies and watches all their games that she possibly can along with her Daddy.

Today, while I was babysitting, she was engaging in the 'copying' game, as she calls it, and as I was trying to think of a way to stop it, I was hit with a stroke of genius! The next statement out of my mouth was:

"I hate the Phillies."

"NO GRANNY!!! Don't say that! That's a bad word!"

[Ooops. I forgot myself and said the word hate. I pressed on:]

"Ok. The Phillies stink!"

"NO GRANNY!!! The Phillies don't stink!! Stop saying all these bad words about the Phillies!!!"

So, the good thing is that I got her to stop 'copying' me. The bad thing is that she thinks her Granny says bad words!

Who, Me?

2009-09-12T13:17:00.009-04:00

Last night, my Hero informed me that I spoil our grandchildren and he said it in a way that was not meant to be a compliment. Can you imagine?! He made this silly statement after I told him that our 4 year old granddaughter did not want her Mom to accompany us on a recently planned outing. Hero's theory is that our granddaughter did not want her Mom with us because I give in to her every wish, whereby, her Mother - well - does not! And evidently, according to Hero, I spoil all of our grands.

So, I asked Hero to define what -to spoil means. He did not have a ready answer but stated that he would have to think about it and get back to me.

At this point, I must emphatically state that spoiling grandchildren does not mean giving in to their every wish but the action is the 'Granny Handbook'. The 'Granny Handbook' specifically refers to spoiling as a primary and mandatory function of the job. That said, here's what I believe is the definition of spoiling.

Grandchildren should be spoiled with the following:

*Love
*Time
*Attention
*Patience
*Gentleness
*Kindness

Mind you, these are also characteristics practiced by loving parents. Grannies just get to exhibit these traits in a broader sense, if you will. I should mention that the parent's wishes should never be countermanded as that would be negative spoiling.

As I edit this post, my mind can't help but wander back many decades to time spent with my own dear grandmom. Such sweet and precious memories! And, yes, I was spoiled rotten but I was never permitted to misbehave or 'act spoiled'. I think, all things considered, I turned out alright!

Target Encounter

2009-09-10T16:08:00.002-04:00

I went to Target today to shop for a few Fall outfits for the grandchildren. Oh, and I needed paper towels, too. There was a woman behind me in the checkout line who struck up a conversation with me as I was putting my items on the belt. Check it out. It think it's a bit odd.

Lady Customer: That outfit was only $7? It's adorable.

Jersey Granny: Yes, isn't it cute? It's for my soon-to-be born grandson.

Lady Customer [seeing the modest mound of girl clothing]: Wow! Is it Christmas or what?

Jersey Granny: Um, no. I just like buying things for my grandchildren.

Lady Customer: You're too funny!

Changes

2009-09-02T21:09:00.004-04:00

I've been thinking a lot lately about change and how change has affected my life. And, in turn, how the changes in my life affect those around me.

Some change is slow, such as the growth of children or grandchildren. How I cherished being home with our our sons around me, needing me, depending on me. How I loved caring for them, soothing their wounds, listening to their stories and jokes, reading their favorite stories over and over again. Ah, but time is a thief! Our oldest child is now 35 and our youngest, 21 and it truly seems as though they were little not so very long ago. Three of our four sons are married and have families of their own. Some of our grandchildren are on the cusp of their early teen years. Others are just babies but grow leaps and bounds on a daily basis, it seems.

Some change is pleasant, like my no longer needing to work outside the home. My time is my own pretty much but I so enjoy devoting myself to the care and nurturing of my Hero and grandchildren. I love being in a position to help my daughter's-in-love if they need me. But since I no longer have a paid career, I have been struggling and wondering just what to do with myself. I think I'm getting close to an answer. Perhaps there will be more on this in a later post.

Change can come upon you quickly. For instance, we had recent plans that needed to be changed and redirected toward a higher priority. In another instance several years ago, two of our sons experienced chronic health problems that affected their lives forever. This was an enormous and difficult change for our sons, as well as Hero and me.

Life itself changes and is bittersweet. This weekend we will be visiting my Hero's parents. They are truly an amazing couple - married and devoted to one another for more than 60 years, also devoted to their family and to God. Many years ago, they moved to another state several hundred miles away. This change was devastaing to us because we coveted the influence and blessing they had been to us and to our sons. We cherished them, [still do] and even today, we dearly miss their presence in our lives.

So, this weekend we will see Dad and Mom after not having done so in a long time and they will meet their youngest great-grandchild. Fitting, don't you think? My greatest desire is that all of us - Hero, me, their grandchildren and eight [almost 9] great-grandchildren - could visit with them so they can not only know but experience the amazing legacy they created. But, because of time and schedules and general busyness of everyday life, this seems an impossibility so I am thankful for the sweet blessing of this weekend.

Jersey Granny Gleanings

2009-08-28T17:27:00.003-04:00

Just thought I'd share some things on my heart and in my life from this week.

*SomeTHING ate my beautiful Impaitens last night. Grrrr!

*A small flock of Eastern Goldfinch were feasting on my Black Eyed Susans this morning. What a treat for them and me!

*My expectant Daughter-in-Love received a good report from her doctor this week. I can't wait to get my arms around our newest little grand!

*I lost 3.2 pounds.

*If you sell a car privately, make sure everything is documented and signed.

*A situation with Hero's place of employment is starting to work out for the better.

*When baking a cake with Splenda and the batter looks like biscuit dough, toss the recipe and go with your instincts.

*Jersey Blues were to die for this year.

*The car I am in *heart* with turned out to be a disappointment in reviews.

*I am still in love with my Hero just as much as ever!

*God is good. He always is and always will be.

The end!

I Want One!

2009-08-26T18:21:00.005-04:00

I'm not a big car person. I know that some are expensive and some are not. I know some are gas hogs and others, not so much. I really like seeing the great colors some people choose for their cars. But no car that I have ever seen has made me drool...until now!

Ta Da! The Toyota FJ Cruiser in Sun Fusion!

Walking Can Be Hazardous To Your Health!

2009-08-25T11:29:00.001-04:00

This is a note to all you joggers out there: Please do not jog up behind a daydreaming granny walking a high-strung, manaical little dog! Thank you very much!

"What's That You Say?"

2009-08-21T17:35:00.002-04:00

While stopped at a redlight with my 4 y.o. grandgirl, Amelie, in the car, the conversation went like this:

Amelie: Granny, do you eat grass?

Granny: No, Sweetie, I don't eat grass.

Amelie: GRANNY! I said, DO YOU NEED GAS?

I would like to believe that I'm not getting hard of hearing already! After all, I was watching horses grazing in the pasture on my right and Amelie was looking at the gas station on her left. But, I'm thinking age is starting it's downward sprial all too soon!

Cruisin' the Caribbean!

2009-08-20T11:44:00.007-04:00

We just returned from our cruise in the Caribbean. Hero and I have visited many Caribbean islands in past years staying in a resort and thought we would never enjoy a cruise. Now, after having been on three cruises, we love it! It's also a great value for the cost. There is so much to do on the ship, but my favorite is to simply lounge around the pool and relax. Here are some photos for your viewing pleasure!

Hero and I on a tour of the beautiful island of Dominica. There's our ship in the background.

On board and ready to sail!

The rugged beauty that is Aruba!

Hero and I in Aruba.

Aruba's California Lighthouse. So named for the ship, The California, that sunk off the coast of Aruba. Interestingly, The California was the first ship to respond to the distress call of the Titanic.

A mountain in Curacao which is being mined for its sand to make cinder blocks for building purposes. We were told that soon the mountain would be gone.

Picture Pretty Port in St. Thomas

My Hero!

A tiny pilot boat guided us safely out of the port at St. Thomas. Interesting how someting so small can assist something so large!

Prayers in the Steam Room

2009-08-05T23:37:00.004-04:00

I recently joined a gym to improve my health and lose weight. Part of my routine is to spend 15-20 minutes in the steam room after swimming laps. It is said that sitting in a steam room has several health benefits that include boosting the metabolism and helping to rid the body of toxins. In addition to caring for my physical health, I have found that this is a perfect time to check on my spiritual health. The steam room is quiet and, more often than not, empty. So I have come to enjoy this time of quiet meditating on God and His Majesty or lifting prayers and praise to Him.

You Heard It Here, Folks!

2009-07-28T09:52:00.004-04:00

We've all heard that the reason there's road-kill is that little woodland creatures play chicken on the streets and highways. Well, it's true and I witnessed it with my own eyes!

While walking Lucious this morning, a groundhog ran across the always busy Cropwell Road, touched the curb and ran right back across the street, expertly dodging traffic. As I passed by, he was calmly sitting up munching on a - whatever it is they much on.

You may now go about your day.

Addendum: Pushing the Seasons

2009-07-21T16:53:00.001-04:00

The local Hallmark store is setting up for Halloween! What madness!

A Sweet, Cool Idea!

2009-07-18T21:20:00.007-04:00

Hero and I went to a granduation celebration this past Saturday and our hosts really know how to put on a great party. The highlight? A Mr. Softee ice cream truck! Yep, that's right. Mr. Softee! You know, the one with the jingle that sends children running home to beg for an ice cream treat and melts the resolve of even the most resolute Mom.

Well, the truck camped right in the driveway for an hour and partygoers could order whatever they pleased. What a sweet idea!

Down the Shore!

2009-07-17T20:57:00.003-04:00

Today I accompanied my sweet DIL and her two little princesses down the shore at Ocean City. My main task was watching Maeve. That baby has NO F.E.A.R. and I got quite the workout just keeping her from challenging too many monstrous waves! We had such as wonderful time!

Unfortunately, I wasn't able to capture anything on film because my camera would never have survived. Suffice it to say, a splendid time was had by all!

Now That's Team Spirit!

2009-07-16T10:35:00.003-04:00

Lucious and I were walking in a new [to us] neighborhood this morning when we happened upon an oddly colored house: orange-yellow with blue trim. The house sported a Flordia Gators flag and mailbox. It was then that I realized that the house had been painted in the team's colors.

Gotta love them Gators!

Back to School?

2009-07-13T15:26:00.002-04:00

Marketers are ever-pushing the envelope when it comes to getting a jump on the season. I was in Target today and discovered that what used to be the gardening section is now the back-to-school section. It used to be August when I'd begin to see the circulars heralding the advent of a new school year. In actuality, I loved going shopping for school supplies and waited anxiously for the mailman to deliver class schedules and supplies lists - but not until mid-August.

Target also had a fresh supply of kicky, cute plaid skorts. Perfect for the first day of school for a certain brand new preschooler!

I just don't want the fall to start in July!

A Mid Summer's Eve

2009-07-11T20:08:00.002-04:00

Tonight my heart is full and I thank the Lord for His many blessings. Most important of those is our family. Our children, their wives and our children's children mean so very much to us.

Adventures in Wegmansland!

2009-07-08T15:59:00.006-04:00

* Two employees were very helpful, professional and polite. OK, so far; so good.

*Wegman's does NOT sell rump roasts. When I asked why, I was informed that rump roasts do not meet their quality standards. What in the world have I done to my family all those years serving rump roast for Sunday dinner!

*Had the privilege of going through the store followed closely by a woman having a LOUD conversation on her cell phone. I don't know about you, but I would not be able to grocery shop and gab simultaneously.

*Wegman's does not sell plum tomatoes. Where do the Cherry Hill Italians shop?

*Noticed an elderly couple walking around the store smiling with their hands clasped behind their backs. No cart, no basket, and the woman didn't even have a handbag. Now, I thought this very amusing and would have laughed out loud if my good friend, Joanne, were with me. She would have thought it amusing as well. I miss her!

*I am glad I specified to the check out clerk [sturdy young man] that I wanted my bags packed light.

That is all.

Independence Day 2009

2009-07-02T15:22:00.001-04:00

Have a safe and happy Independence Day celebration! And never forget the sacrifices that were made so that we can live free!

The Miracle of Life

2009-06-01T11:10:00.007-04:00

I cannot remember a time in my life that I have not valued life whether it be fish, fowl, or human. It even grieves me to see a bug killed. I would much rather capture it and put it back outside. That is, someone else would capture it! I can't bait a fishing hook because I know I'm sending a worm or shiner to its death. I know, I'm weird.

Recently, I had the amazing privilege to see one of my grandchildren brought into the world. Words cannot describe the amazement and joy I felt at that moment. Although my own experiences with birth have been a miracle, this was different in that I did not have to work at it! I am grateful to my precious daughter-in-love for allowing me this awesome privilege.

Then there is that feeling a woman gets when the first movements of life flutter inside her body and with ultrasound imagery, unimaginable not so long ago, we are rewarded with a breathtaking view of life inside the womb.

When we moved into our new home back in late April, we found an empty bird's nest on the sill outside one of our bedroom windows. Thinking it was an old nest, Hero knocked it off onto the ground. To my amazement, just a few days later there was another nest perched on the same sill! I would allow no one to touch it. I have kept our shade drawn so Mr. and Mrs. Robin could work on their own birth process in privacy but I could not help taking a peek every few days. Soon there were four lovely blue eggs nestled in the nest. Then there were scrawny hatchlings. Each time I peeked, the babies got bigger and more feathery and this morning four cute plump babies were all squashed together into the tiny nest.

The miracle of life is awesome, breathtaking, amazing!

I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made:

marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.

Psalm 139:14

After All These Years, You'd Think I'd Know Better Than To Ask!

2009-05-22T09:15:00.003-04:00

I went to the salon yesterday and told the stylist to give me something new. Super short and sassy-like. I love it!

A few HOURS after Hero was home from work, the conversation went like this:

JGranny: You didn't say anything about my hair.

Hero [pausing while staring intently at my hair]: It look nice.

JGranny: Nice! That's all you have to say?

Hero: It doesn't look like he took off that much.

JGranny [in exasperation]: It's a whole new style! Are you kidding? He took A LOT off!

Hero: It looks really nice.

JGranny: Nevermind.

Random Family Days

2009-05-16T20:56:00.002-04:00

I was talking to my granddaughter, Hadassah, on the phone a few weeks ago and she asked when they could come visit. After a bit more discussion, we decided on today, May 16. When our other children heard of this, they wanted to come over as well!

It turned out that not all could attend but the fact that they wanted to is what brings my heart such joy. Not all families are like this, you know. I am so thankful and grateful that my children and their families want to spend time with us and each other! Thank you, Lord, for my precious family!