This is a great way to look at something we can't do a whole lot about, however, when I saw this picture it reminded me that some folks don't understand miscarriage. And I thought maybe this would help to bring understanding. It doesn't matter if a woman carried her baby "only" a month, or only a few weeks... she held that baby in her arms, she talked to that baby, she sang to that baby, she dreamed about that baby's future, and she loved that baby like no one else in the whole world could - for 'only' a month, or only a few weeks... picture having a loved one that you haven't been able to be near for a while, come to live with you for only a few weeks... then you lost them. Miscarriage is hard on a mom. Really hard. And the pain lasts a long time. Hope this helps explain miscarriage just a little to someone who may need to understand one day. ♥

While I can

This  reminded me of my relationship with my grandson, my buddy.  He is two.  He likes to do a lot of things that are a tad less fun for his Ghee (he calls me Ghee).  There is a video on YouTube that he loves.  He thinks it's Elmo, and I tried to explain that it isn't, but what the heck --- it's Elmo.  Just go with it.
Yes - you have to watch it too:
https://www.facebook.com/1561922687422103/videos/1694105127537191/?pnref=story

He asks to watch it over and over and over.  And so we do watch it over and over and over because as we watch he sits on my lap and looks up at me and says "Trouble again," as the "Elmo" guy gets in trouble again. Then we laugh -  again and again and I sleep with the song in my head, but it won't be long before he doesn't want to sit on my lap and watch "Elmo" anymore ... so I do it while I can!

He also likes to sit on the riding mower and pretend to drive.  I tell him it doesn't work (and it doesn't unless I turn the key - tiny little white lie) because I don't want the allergens getting all kicked up and aggravating his, and my, sinuses.  But he likes to sit up there anyway, and he pats the seat and says, "Sit Ghee".  And so Ghee sits.  Because it won't be long ... well, you know.

And he has a little bunny that plays music - just one hoppy song - when you push his foot. And that foot gets pushed no less than a dozen times a day and my little buddy flops around - I mean, dances around - and says, "Dance Ghee".  And so Ghee dances her floppy dance too, no less than a dozen times a day because ...

One day, sooner than I care to think about,  he'll be watching some punk rocker video, and dancing some punk rocky dance, and if I even think about joining, he'll likely say, "Really Grandma?" as he rolls his eyes.   Maybe that will never happen, and I hope not.  But since the hoppy rabbit and "Elmo" won't be the flavors of the day, I'm spending time with those guys, and my little Buddy ... while I can.

A Ghee Motor

My little buddy grandson came over today.  It was hot out and I tried to talk him into hanging out in the house.  I reminded him about the new "basketball hoop."  He said, "Koby?"  I said, "Yes, come on in  buddy.  We'll do some Koby!"  He said, "Ride."  I said, "Too hot, lets do some Koby!"  He said, "Ride."  Sighhhh.... ride it was!  Why does he always win?

So he hopped on his little motorized car unit, that hasn't had a motor in many years.  When one shops at yard sales and buys a car for a dollar... sometimes they don't have motors anymore.  So, I attached a little rope to the front, and haul him around the yard.  Mind you... it isn't really a car.  It is a 4-wheeler.  And little 2-year olds act very different on a 4-wheeler than they do in a simple car.  He was leaning to the left.  He was leaning to the right.  He was jumpin' in the seat for the "driver" to go faster.  "Buddy - it is HOT out!!"  He said, "Ride!" and that meant GO FASTER GHEE!!!  He calls me Ghee.  So faster I went.  Geez... who is in charge here anyway??? The Mister said, "When are you going to buy that boy a vehicle with a motor, so he can go by himself?"   I said, "Well, you've heard of Briggs and Stratton?"  Well, he has a Ghee motor."  He laughed.

  Little Buddy's motor is just like a regular kind of motor.  It doesn't start up too well in the heat - or cold.  It sputters and fusses and complains... but with enough prodding, eventually it will start.  Then as he plugs along, that Ghee motor starts to falter.  It slows way down.  The rider yells, "RIDE!", letting the Ghee motor know that he is not pleased with slowness.  So it revvs up.  For a while.  Eventually it shuts down all together.  I explain to him that Ghee motors are only good for about 12  laps around the acre-size yard.  And at 55, that is really good for any motor.  Be grateful, eh?  He is not grateful.  He is not pleased.  But luckily the Ghee motor is able to interest  Little Buddy in a motorcycle ride.  "Oh Paw Paw Motor...!  Little Buddy needs a real ride."  He rolls his eyes, but it worked.  The Ghee motor went into hibernation for another day!!!

Yard Sales

I love yard sales.  I could have the worst week ever, and all it takes is a day at the sales... and I'm golden again!!

What I like most - finding stuff for other folks.  That satisfies my need to find a good deal, and make someone else's day with a little freebie gift they weren't expecting.   And of course finding goodies to add to my gallery wall (that I am going to be working on just any day now...) I got a couple neat sayings to hang up there, and a string of musical notes.  I love music décor.  Got some cool frames.  I have More Frames, and More Photos, than you can imagine.  Now if those two items (times a zillion) would find their way together, whilst I'm snoozing away the night... that'd be marvelous!!!  Oh, and I got some real live working walkie talkies for me and the Brettlet.  He is going to be so amazed!  Or scared and confused... he is only two.  But he's two, going on 15, so I think he'll be fine.   And I got some vine ripe tomatoes.  I know, I know... I already HAVE tomatoes in my own garden.  But these looked so amazing.  Big and ripe and plump and organic!!  Much like mine, but you can never have too many tomatoes.  I think that might even be in the Bible somewhere!!!

Ok, now I'm outta here to go play with my new toys!!   Did I mention... I love Yard Sales!!  :)

(Hey - I just discovered COLOR.  I love computers too.  But that's a blog for another day!!)

Walking with Brett

Went for a walk with my little grandson, Brett, yesterday.  He just turned two.  He barely fits in the little "car" that I push him in anymore.  But he squashed himself in there and actually stayed put most of the trip.  He had to hop out to investigate a little pint-size Ford Pick-up truck, on the side of the road.  It was pretty cool.  Had a tailgate that dropped down and everything.  Looked like it might be out for the trash?  So we walked up to the door to ask.  No one answered.  They must be like me... not answering the door for  ANYONE.  Rats.  I hate being on the other side of that plan.   But our jaunt up  to the house gave us a chance to see the little two-seater airplane that sat in their driveway.  Looked like it hadn't flown in a while.  Just for looks maybe, or maybe they were fixing it up.  He didn't care.  It was an airplane, up close,  and that's all that mattered.  :)

I taught him about doing good deeds every day.  I found a can in the road, and I carried it to the next recycle bin we saw.  Passed 6 houses before we found a bin.  I guess not everyone bothers to recycle. It was a beer can.  I wonder how many cars passed us and wondered about that granny, walking with her little feller, at 9:00 in the morning, and having a beer already.   Later my little buddy got out of his car to get his own can.  And he put it in a recycle bin across the street.  I told him that was his good deed for the day. After that he shouted "deed", each time he saw a can.  We saw about 6 on our mile and a  half walk.  Some people. 

It was so hot out there.  92 degrees, but "feels like 107" according to the news.  I couldn't help but think about the homeless people who live in that heat.  How very awful.  I guess you get used to it.  But I'm grateful I don't have to.    Even Brett didn't want to go back outside, after we dragged ourselves home and into the A/C.  He usually stands at the back door yelling, "SIDE".  Not after that, though.  He's no dummy.   In fact, he told me, "I need nap." He says that all the time, but isn't serious.  He just says it because he can.  But that time he was insistent.  "I Need Nap!"   So I put him in his crib and he went right to sleep.  Took me a full 10 minutes to truly believe it!!  No fuss, no 15 stories, no "I need milk."  No "I need potty." Just "I need nap."  And that was that.  And I followed suit.  I'm no dummy either!

This Ghee is persistent.  Finally got up with the folks with the Ford.  They were happy for me to take it off their hands.  I quickly found out why.  The left rear wheel fell off and the steering was non-existent.  I had to keep kicking the front wheels to keep it going straight, and shoving the back wheel on as I pushed.  Talk about a work out!  He kept saying, "Work".  As in, Make it work Ghee.  I did my best for about 20 minutes.  Finally I told him it was broke.  Sometimes even a Ghee has to give up.  He wouldn't though.   He was determined to make it work!  He pushed it around for a while.  Eventually - when he wasn't looking...it went out to the curb for some other "lucky" Ghee to take home.  And fortunately for this Ghee... it disappeared before Brettly missed it, and before the Mister found out about it's 'visit.'  :D

                                                                       

This was going to be a book.  A real book.  To be sold on Amazon and everything.  But as always, I got bored with it before getting out of the first chapter.  Well, I'm putting it out here cause it is cluttering up my Word files and so I'm storing it out here for later.  Just in case my 90- year-old self decides to take up writing.  This can be her writing prompt maybe.   Whatever....

 

                                                         Diaries are such liars

“The life of every person is like a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another.” – Sir James M. Barrie

First off, how do you get to be able to put “sir” in front of your name?  Let’s check into that later, shall we, cause I want to be a sir.  Or a madam…wait… no…  maybe not a madam.  Maybe I’ll be a royal.  The Royal NitaB.  No… maybe I’ll be … Ok, for now I’ll just be Ms. NitaB.  As boring as that is, it’s something… kind of a place holder.

So anyway…  I should call this book, “So Anyway…”  But I think there probably already is one out there called that.  I’m too lazy to check right now, and besides, we need to get back to the diary issue.

I was looking through my documents folder in my Word program and wow.  Just wow.  Who has that many documents to pour through?  Just the titles were overwhelming me.  I was looking for something I wrote two years ago because I wanted to share a little tidbit from there with you.  I never found it.  It is there.  I know it is… unless… it is one of the things that was lost during one of God’s “You need to clean out your Word files, NitaB” moments.  Some call them lightning strikes that kill off your computer.  I like to think there is a blessing in every lightning strike.  My meds allow me to think like that.  If I had meds, they would.  I actually did have meds one time.  But I digress….

Well, I didn’t find the document that I wanted to share with you.  I know… ask for your money back – this book is not complete.  But I did run across several diary ramblings.  I thought I might as well just take a jog down memory lane.  Well, that was an experience and a half.  One entry said, “I wrote for 2 hours this morning. That was actually fun.  I will do this every Tuesday!”  That was 4 years ago.  That was my last entry in that journal.  I have several journals.  That one must have bored me or something.  But the point is, I did Not write for 2 hours every Tuesday.  If I had…  I would have 10 books out by now.  Instead, there is just this one.  And it isn’t even out.  Well, if you are reading this, it’s out. (NOT! Ha!)  But as of this moment in my little world, as I type, it is not out.  Geez… that sentence was even too rambly for me.  Sorry… moving right along.

Another diary entry said, “I am going to have this house decluttered by the end of this month.”   MAN, I wish I had stuck with that one.  I wonder what happened to ruin that plan?  Sounds like I was on a roll.  According to the journal I had cleaned off my whole back porch and was ready to turn it into an office.  I need an office.  Apparently I needed one four years ago too.  I still don’t have one.  I am writing from my den, with a TV carrying on about politics in the background (I HATE politics… do Not get me started), and my neighbors across the street are driving in and out of their driveway.  The nerve.  I am trying to write here and that is totally distracting me.  The washer just stopped making its God-Awful racket, signaling that I should go transfer it into the dryer which makes an even Louder racket.  Maybe I need new appliances.  Maybe I need a higher paying job so I can afford new appliances… who knows what the answer is.  But with all that racket, how am I supposed to write anything of value?  I need an office!  And you thought I forgot what I was talking about.  First I need to Re-declutter that porch.  Someone needs to quit putting their crud on my tidy little porch.  Someone does.  Don’t be looking at me.  I gotta put stuff Somewhere ya know.

 

--- That's all.  No book.  No tidy porch.  No office.  Nada.  What are we going to do with me?  I've got this, 'can't finish anything to save my life' affliction.  Lord knows I Try.  I make lists.  I plot and plan. I read books that tell you all about how to focus.  I try to come back to stuff that I've started.  Futile.  I tell ya. Sighhh... but hey - I finished a blog post.  Yay me.  My apologies to you though.  I'll try to do better next time I'm out here.  Do you still love me?  Circle Yes, or No.  Remember those notes from school?  We were such dweebs.  Fun dweebs tho.   

(Side note:  I just spell checked this and I spelled EVERYTHING right to begin with.  I'm so good!!  Well, "Sighhh" and "tho" are underlined.  Someday I'll have to update their dictionary.  Cause those are right too!)

I guess I lied again.  Said I was going to post weekly and I ... uhhh.... let 2 months go by.  I still haven't found me a helper.  Why does no one want to  help me?  It's a fun job.  No pay, but the benefits are... zilch...  ok, I may have found my answer.  So now - this IS a paying job.  I am  here-by paying $5 a week for this job that consists of nothing more than keeping me accountable, daily.  You have to say things like, "Where is today's content?"  and "Don't make me come over there woman." and "No, I don't think your doctor should up your meds.  You are sane.  Honest."  (no eye-rolling though.)    Interested applicants, please submit your resume's below. 

I really have been working on my books a bit more.  I've cut passages out of them, by golly.  I'm sparing you the drudgery of reading things such as how much I like the orange slice on a glass of Blue Moon beer, and other such revelations.  Who cares about orange slices?  Actually - I'm starting to wish I had left that in.  I'm getting happy just now, thinking about it.  If I keep cutting things, there may only be 6 pages left in the book.  But those will be the most awesome pages you ever saw!! 

Today I'm going to the chiropractor.  I went yesterday and he told me how wonderful I am!!  Well, my spine is wonderful anyway. It has no degeneration anyway. So that's good.  Today he is going to adjust me and I will be half crippled when I leave there.  I know this going in, and I'm going anyway.  Maybe I need an assistant for more than just my book writing!   I promise to let you know how things go.  I'll try to  not make you wait  2 months this time.  ;)  Have a happy Tuesday.  Feel free to come visit me in traction. 
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I'm back, and not in traction!  I don't feel a whole lot different.  But I definitely do not feel worse.  And I'm told that I shall sleep better and have more energy.  If that turns out to be true --- he shall be my new BFF.  :)  I'm all about sleep and energy.  Nothin worse than being too tired to do anything, so you give up and go lay down and ... can't sleep.  So you just get to drag through the day in zombie mode.  That, my friends, is getting really old. 

He had a vibration machine thingy in there that I must own.   It works your body out more in 10 minutes than you could do in a gym in an hour.  I don't really feel like I'm miraculously In Shape, or anything, but if I get up tomorrow and feel like I've been hit by a Mack truck - I'll know it worked.   I am definitely checking into this!!  Stay tuned...

Here I am!

Someone told me that I haven't written out here in 2 years.  I knew that had to be nonsense.

It was not nonsense... I really haven't.  Wow.  Did you miss me?  I missed all of you.  I've been busy, busy, busy. 

Have a new grandson (20 months old now.)  He is a corker and a half.  So cute, so funny, so awesome!!!  Except when he's teething.  Then he's ... teething.  'Nuff said.  But  he cuts 'em pretty quick and we get back to the business of awesomeness!!

I have another grandson on the way.  My other daughter this time.  Baby Abel is due July 6th, and little Brett was born July 5th.  They are gonna be twin cousins... sort of. 

I've opened a little vendor booth at the local Vintage Attic Mall.  I sell homemade crafts and vintage glassware.  I've wanted to do this forever.  Finally got around to it!  I love the owner and the other vendors and "owning" my own little "store."  It's called Nita's Nook.  I have fun with it.

Still doing the eBay thing.  Hit and miss.  I get all crazy with listing stuff one month and then slack off the next.  They've changed all their rules and I'm not pleased about it.  They didn't even consult me on any of it.  They just up and did it.  Rather rude, if ya ask me.  I still make a few bucks, so I'll keep with it.  But  it isn't like it used to be.  I guess nothing really is.

Got me an Etsy shop now.  I have stuff for sale out there peeps... so check it out and get you a little sumpin sumpin.  :)   https://www.etsy.com/shop/NitaBplus3?ref=hdr_shop_menu
If you don't see anything you like, let me know.  I'll special build you something.  I will.  I love crafting.  I love a challenge.  So let me know!  I've got about a dozen more things to get listed out there and just haven't made the time to do it yet.  I need an assistant.  I honestly do. 

I've written two new books.  They aren't published yet.  Just written.  I have about a dozen that are about 75% done.  I need an editor that kicks my bumpkus (Google is acting like that isn't a real word.  Honestly... the things I have to put up with ...  Catch up already, Google)  when I don't get stuff to them on time.  My two newest books are all about Gratitude and Happiness.  My other book that I did have published a while back - was about happiness too, come to think of it.  I guess there is a trend going on here.  I need to get that other book back out there.  I want to change the name of it and do a few edits... but ... I don't have an assistant yet, so --- who knows what or when it will all happen.  Soon I hope.  I love my newest books.  They make me so happy.  Bet they'll bring you a smile or two also.  Someday... when I find my assistant.  :)

I think that fairly well catches you up with my past two years. 
Oh... my last post was about my 88 year old friend being depressed.  She still is somewhat, but she snaps out of it better now.  She is still her funny little self!  :)

I have the little Munchkin spending the night and ya never know what time he'll wake up.  I'll probably be up before him cause my internal alarm goes off Way before daylight.  You can't just hit the 'snooze' on that internal business.   But just in case his internal business is earlier than mine - I better hit the hay.

It's so good to be back!!  I might not write Every Single day, but I sure will try to get something on here at least weekly.  Oh lucky you.  :)