Seasons In Life

As we grow older and hopefully wiser, we realize that over the course of our lives a diverse group of people have come and gone.  Some staying briefly, others for a season and on that rare occasion we’ve met someone who has stuck with us for a large part of our lives.

Ahh, the Memories

Recently while thinking about simple times, memories of my childhood came to mind.  My friends who made junior high fun, crazy and sometimes naughty, like kissing boys under the bleachers (yes, I did that a time or two…who didn’t?)

My youth was spent in the 1970’s and for the most part I cannot recall a dull moment (okay, well maybe when I had to babysit my younger sisters.) mendy-circa-late-70s If I wasn’t cheering for our recreation club’s football team (my mom sewed my cheerleading outfit as most did back then) my friends Sheri, Karla, Kim, and Amber and I were deciding whose house we’d be sleeping at on Friday night. We would spend those nights talking about boys (as they were never far from our minds), listen to the radio and have pillow fights.  We all attended Sligh Junior High in Tampa, Florida which at the time was a 7th grade center designed for cultural integration in the community; it is now called Sligh Middle School (named after the street it faces) and is home to middle school kids in grades 5th – 7th.

In the late 70s, we would play 4-square in the school’s courtyard after lunch and talk about boys (again..we were 7th grade girls) and on rare occasion other topics which ran the gamut. We wore the hairstyles of the day, one side straight down and the other clipped back tight against the head (a bit of a bizarre style if you ask me) or a long and feathered look, such as in my picture. School offered home economics class, shop and typing, I took all three not remembering what I made in either home eco or shop, but I do recall standing at an ironing board (who knew back then we’d have was and wear clothing in the 21st century?) We wore dresses that were at or below our knees, pantyhose and black baby doll (flat) shoes. We had “patrols” (with the orange patrol belt) who patrolled the halls making sure we didn’t run and kept order on buses during the rides to/from school. Oh yeah, an on the rare occasion we would go to the mall…there would always be a line at the photo booth, you know…where you would go in, sit down, draw the curtain and start making goofy faces, then step out and wait a minute or two for your four shots to magically appear!  The picture above is a photo booth sitting.

I remember quite well my time in junior high and physical education class, pfft! (rolling eyes!)  Oh how I hated P.E.!  I still believe the only form of exercise our Phy. Ed. teachers knew were laps; everyday without fail and as soon as we hit the basketball courts (after dressing out) we ran laps.  I ran around that basketball court so many times one year I could tell you the location of every divot, crack and dip. I was determined not to have P.E. the following year so I got a part-time job at McDonald’s on Busch Blvd across the street from Busch Gardens and signed up for the school’s early work release program which allowed student to work in the afternoons on school days, usually reporting to work around noon. When a student was on early release P.E., home economics or shop were the classes of choice to drop from our class schedule; all the kids in this program thought it was the best thing in life, especially if we had the day off from work we still left school early.

GrandbabiesAlthough Karla, Sheri, Kim, and Amber are not part of my life on a daily basis, a few of us still keep in touch via social media and texting. We are spread across the U.S. with Sheri in New Mexico, I am in Northern Kentucky and Karla, Kim and Amber are all in Florida. It’s hard to believe some of us are grannies and these are my four precious ones.

Ahh, the memories are a nice escape from the hectic life most of us lead in adulthood. Just writing this article has conjured up some really great visions of years gone too soon. Wow its so hard to grasp that I turned 50 in February of this year, W-O-W…where has the time gone?

As I grow older by the day I’ve found that its the simple things in life that make L-I-F-E an adventure. As a Nona (grandmother/grandma in Italian), I love that I can love on my grandchildren and when they get cranky… I hand them back to mom and dad. I love that I don’t have to put up with other people’s drama and there’s no law telling me I have to keep them in my life. I love that because of where I’ve been…I know where I’m going and planning my future has never been so much fun. I love that my “lifetime” friends love me for who I am and accept me completely, without question, ridicule or judgement.  They just love me! And lastly, I love walking down MEMORY LANE and bringing all those great memories into the present. Thank you for letting me share a smidge of my past with you.

30 Days of Thankfulness: Day 23

I am thankful for quick witted and funny friends who make me laugh. There is nothing better than being with friends who make you laugh so hard your sides hurt.

Thanksgiving 2014

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There is so much trouble in the world today; across the sea with other countries and across our nation with our neighbors.  I have many feelings and comments I could express regarding Vladimir Putin, the craziness going on with the Michael Brown incident, and Obama. However, I will keep my comments to my self as they are brutally honest, direct, and some could consider them hurtful.  Sometimes truth hurts.  Nonetheless, I AM THANKFUL!

I am thankful that I live in America!  Although we have a country who is in turmoil and profusely bleeding, I believe America will regain her beauty and can heal from the torture and illness that has been imposed upon her.

I am thankful for my family.  States span between us but the miles cannot diminish our love for one another.  We will always be aunts, cousins, uncles, nephews, grandparents, nieces, and in-laws.  WE ARE FAMILY and for that I am thankful.

I am thankful for my kids!  God has blessed me with children who are kind, considerate, loving, compassionate, goofy, fun, vibrant, different, and genuine.  Whatever they choose to call me, I am honored to be their momma, mom, madre, ma, and mother.

I am thankful for all the friends who have come (and some gone) into or from my life and our relationships. Each one of them has left an impression, given me inspiration to do more, or encouraged me on some level.  I am who I am because of my family and friends, past and present.

I am thankful for my health.  As I near the big 5-0 mark in life, what I consider to be the TOP of the hill, I realize how I could have been worse for the wear on so many levels.  I thank God for my health.

I am thankful to live in a country where we will not be persecuted for proclaiming our faith and that many faiths are practiced.

I am thankful God has awoken my desire to share stories and our life’s adventures.

And, lastly…I am thankful for my supporters.  Thank you!

For what are you THANKFUL?

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

LIFE, I find myself asking WHY is this happening???

Life is full of adventures, laughter, tears, fun times, and unfortunately death.

LifeI have recently learned someone very dear and close to me has been diagnosed with a terminal/end stage disease.  I cannot and will not treat them any different than I always have, yet I want to do whatever I can to make their last days, weeks, months (hopefully years) full of love, laughter, hugs, smiles, happiness, and reminiscing.

I find myself in quite a perplexing situation as I was asked not to share the newly learned information with anyone we know; however, I believe said mutually known “people” would want to know what this person is facing and that their time on earth is not as long as we would hope.

So, since I have made a promise to keep the “in confidence,” confident, all I can say is tell your family and friends how you feel about them.  It does not hurt anyone to let them know daily (while sincerely) that you love them.  Take the time and tell them how your life has been enriched by their presence, the jokes shared, or how the sound of their voice makes you smile.

Don’t look at situations as a burden, accept them as an opportunity to do something unselfishly for another.

We truly do not know what another’s life is like, their burdens, their sorrows, what they’re thinking, what they wish.  There is no way to fully comprehend as we do not walk in their shoes.

As I have so harshly been reminded over and over again these last many years….our time on earth is so very short and death is so mercilessly final.

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