Boots and Shoes

I have spent some time thinking and have thought very hard about something. I have come to the conclusion that I am a very rebellious person.

I do not like the way nature intended things to be. Or maybe, it is the fact that I live in a world where people go to the extremes to make themselves look like they have defied nature, and since I'm not one of those, nature takes it's ever evil course.

The other day I turned on the T.V. trying to find live coverage of the miraculous mining recovery effort in Chile. I flip through the channel and a news looking show comes on. "Good Morning America"? I think that is what it is. I'm sorry. I'm T.V. inept. I don't watch so sorry as I murder television. Anyway, these ladies are interviewing another group of ladies. This group of ladies looked like they were ready for a glam dance around a pole photo shoot. Apparently, they are on a show, something to the effect of Beverly Hills Wives or Desperate Housewives. I don't know! Some show like that. I sat there and looked at them and thought, "House wife??? Are you kidding me??? How in the world do you scrub a toilet in that get up?"

The ladies interviewing asked these "housewives" about looking so good and one quipped, "Oh any woman over the age of 20 in Beverly Hills has had something done. Some sort of surgery. I'm the oldest one on the show! I can't have crows feet sitting next to these ladies!"

And there you have it....

I have been going grey since high school. Hair dye. No problem. Having my hysterectomy has sped up the middle age process. Weight seems to be sticking to me like lint on black pants, deeper lines are appearing on my face, the body doesn't want to keep up with the spirit. I'm only 20 for crying out loud!

And yet, when I look in the mirror.... I hardly recognize myself. And it's not the new hair cut either..... which funny enough...... more people don't like than do. But I like it so that is what matters right?

So, I have decided that if I have to continue on the road that I am, getting older and all that comes with it...... If I have to be an old lady who lives in a shoe well then that is just fine. I'll be the old lady that lives in a shoe.

But it's going to be a TRASHY shoe thank you very much. A trashy high heeled boot so I can kick life in the bahootie and enjoy myself while I'm at it. I am NOT going down without a fight. Did I mention I'm rebellious?

Poke!

Started giggling at the 'poke' part and didn't stop till the end.



Confession: I still like facebook........ even if I thought this clip was FUNNY!

Old Darby Road

You'll have to click on the photos to see them and what is written. Sorry everything is so small.





For half of my life, my address was: 1297 Old Darby Road Darby, Montana 59829. The other half it was: 2811 Old Darby Road.......

Same house. Different address. Growing up, I never understood how the post office could all of a sudden give us a new address when I was living in the same old house.



I don't know why, but I always make The SM drive by my old home when ever we go back to Montana to visit. And every time we drive by I get all ticked at how the place is being ruined.

* The yellow star in the tree. Yeah. That would be the apple tree we'd hide in and chuck rotten apples at mom's milk customers...... Sorry mom. Click on link for story.



This last trip was no different. I did take photos for you but not of my home. They've let it run down too much. It makes me sick. You can see the outbuildings/barns in major need of a paint job. I have a photo of my home from growing up that I'll figure how to scan and add someday.



As you can see, I had it pretty good growing up. I spent very little time in my house. Most of the time was spent in those fields and hills both working and playing.

Oh! And my house! It really is an old neat farm house. It was one of the stops on the Pony Express. True story! And the name "DEMOTT" on the garage/shop. A land mark. The people who owned/ran the stop. Their name was DeMott.

Just a little bit of fun history about my old home. The place where they stabled the horses was down the street around the corner. Another really neat old farm house.

The Love of A Mother

A man in front of a group of people at a meeting told a mother of a new baby that the love a mother has for her baby is such that she would never let that baby go. She would never give her baby away because her love for her baby is so strong.

I sat listening and fumed. I wanted to say something, but didn't. Under the circumstances it would have been inappropriate. Obviously, this was a voice of inexperience. After the meeting was over, I walked over to a mother who's children have come by means of adoption. I put my arms around her adopted son and told him, "You know the scripture that talks about 'No greater love hath a man than he lay down his life for another.......' (paraphrasing of course). Well, no greater love hath a mother who gives her child to another because she loves that child so much."



To all of you mothers out there who have given the ultimate gift and to all those who are where I was over nineteen years ago as a teenager trying to decide..... It is the hardest thing you will ever do but giving your baby life, and then giving your baby to parents who would do anything and yearn to have children..... I encourage you to do so. Please choose adoption. Not abortion. Because you love your baby!

And where ever my baby girl is out there...... I pray that she knows I did what I did, because I loved her so much..........

Are You Growing Fonder of Me?

Absence, they say, makes the heart grow fonder. Are you fond of me yet?

I'm not sure that this statement is true. I can think of a lot of things in my life that if they were absent I would not grow fonder of. Take for example laundry. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't miss it. Nope! Not even a smidge. Dishes....... cleaning bathrooms...... cleaning in general....... Not feelin' it!

Yesterday was a great day. The SM had been in Japan all week and was expected to arrive in the late afternoon. I woke up excited and went about my morning preparations of getting The Native's off to school. I got myself all dolled up from head to toe and started fixing a meal that would remind him as to why he likes it better here than his wife's cooking in Japan. I tease him that when ever he gets tired of my cooking, he hops on a plane and visits his other wives around the world. Obviously, their cooking doesn't compare any where near mine because he always returns after a week or so of tasting their cooking.

I'm dancing and sashaying away in the kitchen and need something from down stairs. I runway walk in my high heels over to the stairs...... and the next thing I know....... I am at the bottom of the stairs on the floor in a tumbled heap laughing till my eyes are watering.

Sexy. Graceful. I am not.

Its gotta be my cooking The SM is fond of while he is absent........

Rund Over

What do you get when you cross a little chimpmunk and a teenager who is playing football?



"I got rund over!"

I Totally Stink!!

Last Sunday in Sunday School we read these verses in Isaiah:

18 In that day the Lord will take away the bravery of their tinkling ornaments about their feet, and their cauls, and their round tires like the moon,

19 The chains, and the bracelets, and the mufflers,

20 The bonnets, and the ornaments of the legs, and the headbands, and the tablets, and the earrings

21 The rings, and nose jewels,

22 The changeable suits of apparel, and the mantles, and the wimples, and the crisping pins,

23 The glasses, and the fine linen, and the hoods, and the veils.

24 And it shall come to pass, that instead of sweet smell there shall be stink; and instead of a girdle a rent; and instead of well set hair baldness; and instead of a stomacher a girding of sackcloth; and burning instead of beauty.



Do you smell something? Me thinketh I'm gonna totally stinketh and be bald.......