Y is for Yard Crew

When we first moved into this house a year ago, the Yard needed a lot of work. The grass was knee high, the plants were wild and wooly and going everywhere.
So, my wonderful Yard Crew set to work. They dug, planted, raked, washed, watered, mowed and weeded.
 
They worked very hard, so we fed them good food cooked on the grill by my Old Guy.
It was a great day, family all around, sun shining, music in the background, laughter, food, babies fussing.
It does not get better than that.

 

Here it is again, Alphabe-Thursday at Jenny Matlocks place.
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Now, on to the Good....

that graces my life and gives me joy.
My last two postings were a bit on the down side, so i figure it's only fair to show the up side of my life and balance things out some.
There is a lot of good in my life. If i tried to put it all in here it would take me forever, so here are just a few of the wonderful parts of my days....those bits that make me smile and laugh and glad to be alive.

At the Fair

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This photo you see was taken in 1993 or so. I can't remember for sure. But i do remember what a fine fun time we had.
It was in Alaska, the big yearly fair. We convoyed there, in 3 different vehicles. There were 6 adults, 2 teens and 2 little ones.
As we were wandering around we came upon a booth doing wild things to hair, so we all decided to have our hair done. I chose a mowhawk, you can see me there, the one in the middle of the three in back. See that TALL mowhawk? It was sprayed stiff and sparkly and with 3 colors.
That guy in front with the Bozo the Clown do and glasses, is my Old Guy.
Oh, we were a sight!
It was the most windy day of the year. My mowhawk was just tall enough and just stiff enough to make that a problem... every time a big gust of wind would come through it would almost blast me off my feet, which about took the fun out of walking around the fair. Gave everybody else a good laugh though.
By the time we got home, my neck was SO sore from trying to keep my head level.
I kid you not!!!

Just Because...

I sit here with my oldest daughter. She was born just before i turned 16, we kind of grew up together i guess. She'll be 48 soon. It amazes me that i have a kid that age.
We are very close, having shared so much over the years. There were periods of time when she was off living her life that i didn't see her for years at a time. Sometimes i wouldn't hear from her for months. Oh how i missed her then. She is so special in my life. She was never perfect, she made mistakes, but she carried my heart with her where ever she went.
This is Lisa and i......just for the joy of it.

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Time Travel

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Time Travel is possible.
This past Sunday most of my clan got together at our house for a "grill day".... our granddaughter Jess and her son Jackson, are here from Virginia for a visit. He is 3 now. 
Three greatgrandkids, five grandkids and 3 kids, and the spouse's of 4, were here that day.
It seems strange to look out in the yard and see three generations together.
Time travel is possible.
The proof was in my backyard, and i watched it play out. I heard the sound of it, screams, giggles, whoops of laughter.
I watched the fun of it, water fights, races, chases, crochet.
I saw the softness, gentleness of it, hugs, kisses and soft words of thankfulness.
I saw the wonder of it.

The Magical Mother's Day

This Mother's Day is a quiet one. Not much is going to happen, the girls will probably stop by, one after another, hug me, tell me they love me.

My Old Guy got me a sweet card and a new book. Got my coffee for me, and is his usual all around sweetie.

The best Mother's Day ever was last year.

I have 4 daughters. Lisa, Leslie, Joyce, and BlueRaine. Their ages are 46, 39, 35, and 32.
Until this day a year ago, they had never been in the same house/room with me at the same time. There was always one gone off somewhere, living in another state or town. By the time Blue was born, Lisa was gone off, Joyce was living with her father. So it was just Blue and Leslie with me. We moved to Alaska when Blue was 3, which is where Lisa was, so then it was Lisa, Leslie and Blue. Joyce stayed in Oregon with her father.
Somehow, over the years, it never meshed up so that we could all be together at one time in the same place. We would make plans, but then something would go wrong with one of them, and so another year would go by.

But, last year it happen. After 46 Mother's Days, i was finally with my four girls all at once. For years I had prayed and wished and begged for it.

The day came. It was magical. This photo shows the beauty of my 4 girls. Their glorious smiles and wonderful laughter. It was a perfect day. My prayers had been answered. I had been given this gift.

More family.

To continue on with my family....
This is Leslie, she is daughter #2 at 40 years old this year.
She is my pistol. She is smart and gorgeous. A wonderful sense of humor, quick temper and soft heart. She will give you her last dollar if you are in need.
The other photo is her son and his family, and the other is her daughter.

When in doubt , answere the door.

Yesterday i was wondering if there was a real reason i should get dressed, instead of hanging around in my pj's. The Old Guy was off to his first day of work since forever, there was no one who cared how i looked, so why bother?
Then came a knock at the door. A little tiny " tap tap tap". 
Our front door is one of those fancy glass ones, so anyone standing on the outside can see movement, so there was no hiding, acting like i wasn't home...
i opened the door.
There she was. Held in her mama's arms, my great-granddaughter, Cambria. She looked at me and giggled.
She's not yet 2, so her words are still hard to get, but the look was enough... "Nana looks funny!" and giggle again.
Now i had to make a choice. Get dressed because they had come to visit, or not get dressed because my morning look brought such a wonderful smile to my sweet little love's face.
I stayed in my pj's for a few minutes, until she got busy with toys, then i got dressed.
Compromise. It works.