New Follower

I am so excited! I don't have very many followers but I noticed one on my FEEDJIT that had visited several times in the last few days. I guess they really want to see what I have to say. I must post something to keep their interest. I even mapquested to see where Blue Rapids, KS is. I found out that it's 280 miles from here. So maybe it's someone that knows me? Who could I know that lives there? I don't think that I've ever been there, myself. Today I figured out who it was. Yup! It's me, dummy. Evidently my server has moved their location. It was exciting while it lasted. Just like before the baby figures out who that is in the mirror. ;+(

Grandma's Bag

I have a little bag that I take to church with me. It's filled with things to occupy my grandson and keep him quiet. It doesn't go home with him. It's saved for church only. When he sees it, he wants to carry it and tells everyone, "towees, towees".

I started with an insulated lunch bag.



Preferably, one that the lid will lay flat when open.



This one happens to have a magnetic? scribble board in the lid.



Then, I fill it with an assortment of things that might interest him. They have changed with his interests and abilities.



He liked this when he was smaller. It gives little fingers something to hold and they really aren't noisy. I used a springy key ring wrislet and attached an assortment of other plastic key tabs.



Stickers, a simple stencil and a pencil for little hands.



A small snack of cereal and dried fruit. Sometimes, I keep that in my purse until the sermon.



Small toys. He's into buses and airplanes, currently.



And that's my "towee" bag. His mom says less is more. So I rotate items from time to time.

Mothers-in-law/ Mother-in-laws

I've been really lax in posting this last week. Tuesday my mother-in-law was in a traffic accident which had the whole family in a tizzy. She spent a couple of days in the hospital because she has some health issues. She also takes blood thinners and had some subdural bleeding problems last year. She's home now with some beautiful bruises and staples in her head. The small town hospital where she was taken only has a nurse practitioner. The accident happened around 6:30 p.m. and at 10:30 she was still strapped to the spine board and not allowed to eat. They had taken a scan and evidently they are read in Australia. Really! It took 3 hours for them to discover that it had not been received. I only know about email, faxes and phone calls. If it's important I follow up to see if it was received. How simple it that? Well, they didn't ask me, anyway.

I consider myself fortunate. My husband was a child of divorce, so I have 2 mothers-in-law. Each very different, but each an important part of our family. My kids had the advantage of an extra set of grandparents. My husband's mother remarried and had a second family. When we got married, she had a 10, 8 and 5 year old. So a few extra kids in her house were no big deal. His stepmom never had children, but she is a true grandmother to my kids and grandkids. I also had the luxury of backup sitters, when mine cancelled. Yes, we all live in the same town.

Christmas was usually at Gramps on Sunday night, Grandma's on Christmas Eve and my parents' on Christmas day. Very hectic and the kids had a car load of loot from each one. It was crazy finding a place for it all.

I had planned to post a little tutorial over the weekend, but I don't have an uncluttered place to take pictures (+;

Maybe later.

What about your mother-in-law?

I am still determined to be cheerful and happy, in whatever situation I may be; for I have also learned from experience that the greater part of our happiness or misery depends upon our dispositions, and not upon our circumstances.

Marth Washington

Regrets?

Is it better to regret the things you've done or the things you haven't?

I began this blog to chronicle a trip for Habitat for Humanity RV Care-a-vanners for my family. I read about care-a-vanners a few years ago. I mentioned to my husband that it would be fun to go on a build, but he wanted to wait until he retired instead of spending his vacation time working. Sadly, he didn't get to live long enough to retire, but I went on my first build the summer after he died. I was scared to death to get in that motorhome and drive across the mountains and infamous Wolf Creek Pass to work with people I didn't know, doing work I didn't know how to do. I had never done the tank filling and dumping, the leveling, the water and electric hook-ups. All those things RV'ers do. I had to practice everything before I left home so I wouldn't embarass myself. Good thing, too. The first time I emptied the sewage tanks, I dumped them right on my foot. Fortunately, I had filled them with clean water. I now have six 2-week builds under my tool belt.

I have ample regrets for things I've done, but I want my list for the things I haven't to be a short one. I've got one thing down. I wonder what the next one will be. Any ideas?

What's for dinner?

I just spent several days over the Thanksgiving holiday with my "city" kids. For the past year or so, we made a tradition of going to an Italian restaurant while I am visiting. They know I really like the salads and the chicken dishes and the sangria isn't too bad either. The place we chose last time was so noisy and the server so over extended we vowed to find a new place. This weekend we returned to another location of our original favorite that had closed. Unfortunately that didn't really measure up, either.

Matt & Christina suggested trying Indian food, but I said I didn't really like it. Truth is, I haven't tried it. Thinking about it later, I realized that I didn't even eat pizza until I was 17 years old. I went for a college visit and was taken to a Pizza Hut by my future roomates. The only Italian I had ever eaten was spaghetti out of a box marked Kraft. Meat not included. Small rural towns 35+ years ago didn't have Pizza Huts. Eating "out" was rare. The local cafe served chicken, burgers & steaks.

I didn't eat tacos until I was well into my late twenties. A local dairy barn began serving them one evening a week. What a treat!

Maybe it's time to step it up a notch and try the Indian. Put it on your schedule for my visit next month.

Though no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start now and make a brand new ending.

Carl Bard