THE DUST WILL WAIT

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Mariposa , todays hostess, asked Fun Monday participants to tell her what is in a name. The name of our blogs, to be exact. It was a dark and stormy night....... NOT. It was actually a hot and dusty afternoon. As I mentioned in my previous post (Elvis Sighting) our backyard was in a very torn up mood. I was sifting rocks, and had been for several months. Blogging wasn't anything I'd really considered seriosly, but I had been reading a few. In fact, my daughter Karmyn was a beginner blogger. That day I scrubbed the dirt out of my fingernails and sat down at my computer to take a rest. Everything around my computer and in every room of the house was covered with a fine layer of top soil. I know that I groaned out loud. We'd been so busy on that mess in the yard that the inside of the house had been horribly neglected. That is when I decided that, "The Dust Will Wait." I opened blogger and wrote my very first post, "My Dusty First Hello." Twent

Nikki is having a CONTEST . It is all about Elvis. Stay with me now..... Two years ago when our septic system was All Shook Up , we had to Rip It up . That meant tearing up the entire landscaped yard, except for the fence line. The hubby put on his Big Boots and I put on my Blue Suede Shoes . It was a total mess. Everyone in the neighborhood kept telling us to Clean Up Your Own Backyard. We had to place our Spring Fever on hold that year. First we had to Shake, Rattle, and Roll all the top soil and it took Today, Tomorrow, and Forever . The reason for the delay was an unusual monsoon season, and When It Rains It Really Pours . After three months we were still in A World of Our Own . We were Working On The Building for eight hours then came home to work in the yard for another eight. Yippie ya yo ya yeah ! I spent so many days sifting rock that I felt as though I was " Raised on Rock ." If you had asked me what my plans for the day were, my answer

ChrisB (aka Ms Cellania) introduced our Rockin' alter egos in a past post - just for the humor of it all. My response was to jokingly suggest we use it to our advantage and create our own award which linked back to our blogs. Well -- she jumped right on the b*tch bar and rode it!! Chris has already presented several Rockin' Grandmas and now it is my turn. Drum roll ------------------ ba dum ba dum ba dum ba dum ba dum. Take a bow mjd! Molly is one smart cookie at Return of The White Robin ! If I was ever a kid (and I think I may have been at one time) she is the teacher I would have wanted to speak into my life. And the sweet and wise woman wears overalls! Show us your winning smile Suzie! Suzie's Space is one of the most positive places to stop and visit. Suzie is a wonderful grandmother and a wonderful GRANDDAUGHTER at the same time. Generations of love fill her space. Hang this in your pantry, Pat! If you wan

My dad’s constant journeys as a youth left him with little enthusiasm for travel once he settled down. That, combined with the responsibilities of supporting a wife and eight children, left little opportunity for vacations or pleasure trips. So, we didn’t leave home much. I do, however, have vivid memories of our once a year 5 hour drive across state to see my aging grandmother and Aunt Birdie, mom’s eldest sister. Dad would confuse the cow by milking in the wee morning hours. While he cleaned up, mom roused us from our bed and piled us half asleep into the car. We drove into the dawn and cracked it somewhere high in the Cascade Mountains. The distinct odor of burned toast greeted our arrival. Grandma Grace liked it charred. I don’t know how she chewed it – her dentures fit poorly. That’s why I thought she was gritting her teeth when she talked. And, at that time in her life she talked incessantly - to no one in particular. I still picture her wrapped in a b

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Late afternoon: Grandma: Curlymop, would you like some juice. Curlymop: I want some. Grandma goes to the kitchen and returns with juice for Curlymop and a glass of cold water for Grandma. Grandma takes two swallows: Burp. Excuse me! Curlymop: Gwamma, you boooped. Grandma: Yes, excuse me Curlymop. Grandma takes a couple more swigs: Burp. Burp. (Eyes open wide in surprise!) EXCUSE ME! Curlymop: Gwamma, you booped again. Curlymop runs across the room and pulls grandma’s cup down and peers intently into the clear liquid. Curlymop: What? It’s only water? 6:00 a.m. Grandpa has little fingers prying open his eyelids. Buttercup: Grandpa. Grandpa: Whaaa…whaaa…whaaaa. Oh Hi Buttercup. Buttercup: Grandpa. Grandma is still asleep. Mommy is all *jumbled up. I have to crawl into bed with you. (*note: jumbled up with her pregnant pillow, we assume) Grandpa: Okay then. Buttercups crawl up on the bed to sit next to Grandpa

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Tiggerlane is hosting Fun Monday and did she ever choose a funtastic topic. And I quote: Have you heard of TheBucket List ? Well, that's what I want from you! Make a list of things you want to do before you die. It must be at least five items - and you can make it as long as you desire. Phot os are optional. And let's hear about some of the w ackiest, most bizarre to-do's on your Bucket List! A few months back my computer crashed. We were able to recover most all my data, but I never found my To Do List. Fortunately for you, the first three on my list are never far from my thoughts. Numero Uno! My friends and family know I yearn to go on a Tornado/Storm Chase. Recently I began watching the Twister Sisters documentaries. I've decided that they are my tour of choice. The one thing I want to make perfectly clear is that I want to CHASE the weather, and not to have it chase me. My friend Kim told me last year that she would go. Then her roof blew off in that un

This is the third week of Wildflowers in Winter, a wonderful weekly blogging theme presented by Elizabeth Joy . The subject for January 30 through February 5 is: Stories, quotations or poetry about wildflowers written by you or someone else. Or write a book review about a book that features wildflowers, such a guide book, picture book, travel guide or something about wildflower gardening, etc. Or Write about some special places/trails/areas to go searching for wildflowers that you are familiar with. Tell about the best time of year to go there, and what you might see. Share photographs if you have them . Take a deep breath, because this is a rabbit trail away from the rules. Last spring we attended one of Jammin's T-Ball games in Western Oregon. There were little spring blossoms everywhere in the natural park surrounding the playing field. During a lull in the action, I entertained the troops with my impression of a paper daisy vase. Hey! My granddaughters loved it. If you are

I saw this at Lil Mouse and had to try it. 95 words Touch Typing Let me know how you do ! !

Sometimes I read a post that deserves more than one of my silly comments. I write a note to myself that says, "This is a perfect post." Swampwitch over at Anecdotes, Antidotes, and Anodes beguiled me with her narrative about meeting and having breakfast with One From The Greatest Generation . Bill You will miss out if you don't go read it. Right Now. Oh yeah... this was/is definitely a Perfect Post . I invite you to read other nominations for the January Perfect Post Awards at www.petroville.com and www.suburbanturmoil.blogspot.com .