Angle of Vision

I'm So Sorry

I remember once many, many years ago when I was at McDonald's with the kids I apologized. I apologized for being boring, for their father not being an alcoholic, for me not being addicted to drugs, for not beating them. I apologized for everything I wasn't.

Why? Well let me tell you why. I remember girl child had just gotten done telling me some horrific story about a friend of hers and boy child telling me about his friend John, who was so happy that his father was in the hospital drying out. Now John thought, his father would be sober enough to talk to him. This was just everyday conversation; this is what their friend’s families were like.

My kids were deprived. Big Guy and I had occasional drinks. We were there every night to put them to bed. We kept a roof over their heads and did everything possible to make sure they felt safe. Every night supper was at the kitchen table. Every night we kissed them before they went to bed.

I also gave them an apology for what I will fail at. That I can only do the best I can. That I'm human and I'm unable to read their minds so please, please; ask me if your not getting what you need. Always remember that no matter what you think is too, too, terrible to tell me, ask yourself what's the worst that can happen if I tell Mom?

My children are all grown up. They lead good lives. I ache for the problems that will be ahead for them in their lives. But you know what? They can handle it. I mean, after all, what's the worst that can happen? Oh, I suppose they could fail. So what. I failed at plenty. But I'm glad I tried.

Rainy Day In Margaritaville

Rainy day here in Houston.

I decided to make my weekly Banana Bread. Probably later this afternoon I will make my daughter-in-law a loaf. She really likes it and I like that. It's not easy being a mother-in-law. But she does make it a whole lot easier by just being who she is.

"Go Away!" The dog said.

In my About Me, No. 54 I say I don't like drop by company. I wanted you to see what I have by my front gate. Instead of the dog holding a cute little sign saying "Welcome" my dog statue says "GO AWAY".

I love people, but I lead a very full and busy life. Why do I always feel like people want me to be their entertainment?

Sunrise Eye Candy

One of the best times in my kitchen is when the sun is rising and starting to shine thru the cobalt blue bottles.

Cobalt Blue Passion

I love cobalt blue; have always been fascinated by the color. This picture is just a small sample of my little cobalt blue bottles. And Mr. Peanut. No pale, washed out colors for this girl. If it doesn't have color as far as I'm concerned, it's a blank slate ready to be painted on.

Big Guy Damaged Goods

I heard Big Guy get up and since I had been up for awhile I made a fresh pot of coffee.

He didn't come down and he didn't come down. I yelled up the stairs "Big Guy, is everything alright?” After all he is sixty and old farts like that drop dead right and left. Heart attacks you know. All that crap.

Anyways, he yells back "Yeah, I'll be down." Really grouchy like. What a butthead I'm thinking. Try to be nice; I even made the old fart fresh coffee.

Big Guy comes down stairs with a washcloth dripping with blood wrapped around his hand. I say, "What the hell happened?" He shows me his hand, great big gash on the soft tissue on his palm. Must of hurt like a mother. It's just this side of needing stitches.

I go "How did you do that?"

Big Guy had been woken up by noise the cat beasties were making. I had gotten some cute little metal shelves at a garage sale and spray painted them and put them in the corner in the bedroom until I decided where to hang them. The cats decided it would be a great place to play and make noise clanging the shelves together while Big Guy was trying to sleep. Big Guy got up, stuck his hand down in the corner to get the cats and toss them out of the bedroom. He hit the corner of this shelf with his hand, gashing it.

Crap, I thought. I said, "You didn't get blood on my shelf's did you?"

Big Guy just looked at me and was silent for a moment. Then he said a little sarcastically, "Yes, I probably did, don't worry, when it dries it will look like rust, you can wipe it off."

I said, "No, I have a great idea, I'll just leave it and it will have the shabby chic look."

God, I love that man. He suffered for my art. How sweet.

All that blood on the washcloth grossed me out so I threw it out. I have lots more. I always say don't sweat the small stuff. LOL

Shelf looks shabby chic doesn't it? I like it.

Toast Those Nuts!

I didn't think my Banana Bread recipe could get any better. But I had a little time before I baked this loaf and decided to go ahead and toast those walnuts. The taste is so nice.

Banana bread gets made at least once a week. Big Guy (husband) likes to have it for a snack with whipped cream. I like to have a couple slices in the morning for breakfast And I like it for snacks but just plain.

Here is my breakfast this morning. Looks yummy doesn't it?

Cat Beasties

These are the cats that moved in and wouldn't leave.

Cats

Cats. I have two of the beasties. I feed them, pet them and clean their litter box. Why do I have them? I don't know. Neither of them were wanted. They just moved in and didn't leave. Both came at different times and a couple of years apart. That's another story.

After they were around awhile I took them to the vet, got them their shots and had them fixed. They won't take a step out of the house.

I realize I'm stuck with them. It appall's me , the thought of having these beasties around for years. If I really wanted to, I guess I could get rid of them. But I would probably rot in hell for eternity.

Where did these beasts come from and why did I get stuck with them? I ask myself that a lot.

Still can't believe it but I even paid a huge vet bill when one had kidney problems. My hard earned cash went to a cat. A cat that moved in and wouldn't go away.

I wonder if I can pull that off. See a house I like and move in. Let those people take care of me.

I could go in a litter box. But I still insist on toilet paper. I won't lick my butt, thank you very much.