Wordless Wednesday

Remember the soldiers..

Barbie, Rachel Ray, Tasha and growing up

Yesterday was Sunday, and it was cold rainy and yukky. The kind of Day I really like.

Tasha was sitting next to me watching television , she suddenly got up, took the TV Control, paused the show, went potty, came back and restarted the program. May I remind you good people, she is three.

Later I was on the computer, she was watching the food network, yes thats right, and kept coming out telling me how to make things they were showing, it wasn't clear mind you, but she had the idea. I had to check who she was watching and it was Rachel Ray. I shouldn't be surprised. She likes Sunny.

Time flies so quickly, I hardly can believe it. I remember when this child was helpless, I had to feed her, change her diaper, and practlly do everything else for her. Every day she amazes me.

She watched Barbie's Three Musketeer, a show so horribly historically incorrect. I am sure Alexander Dumas is not only turning in his gave, but shaking his fist at Disney while asking God for an Aspirin to stop the pain. still Tasha enjoyed it, I laughed at it and we had a good after noon. Now Tasha wants a sword to save her prince like the girls did in the movies.

so now i have to figure out how to make the sword.

I remember some years back whrn I was doing something similar for two other littles girls, one who has gone home to be with Jesus and another one who is Tasha's mother.

Cherish your minutes, Moms,  time Flees much to quickly.

Dear Someone Thursdays

This is: Dear Someone Thursday's, brought to you by Family of Shorts, grab a pen or er, computer and write to someone you love. or don't love, and remember to link it to Family of shorts who is, BTW my first letter.

Dear shortmoma at Family of shorts..

I want to thank you for your friendships! It is a joy, to know you on FB as well as on Blogger. I look forward to your postings, even though I don't comment often a big no no in the blogging world, I will do better.
 about your food blog. It is fun, intersting, your recipes easy to do and they always come out for me.
STOP IT! You are making me fat.
Thank you
Your Friend
Angel
P.S Where are you? I went over to your place to link and you are not there, oh well I will post anyway and link later :)
Yours Truly



Dear Next door nieghbor on the left:

Thank you for feeding my cat. He now expect leftovers from my house as well as yours. I am poor, I don't have leftovers. Shall we just forget the whole thing and move him to your house? I can always get Tasha another cat.
I will deliver him tomorrow at 7pm, dinner time. No backsies.
Thank You



Dear boys no Men at the park who scared my 3 year old  nearly to death
I realize you both must not understand this,  if you see sand, swings, jungle gyms and brightly colored benches for parents to sit on it is called a childrens play area.

My daughter said from looking at you you were her age, in which case you didn't belong in that area in the first place

Did it not touch anything in your common sense or heart when that three year old ran crying in terror to her mom when you buzzed her, as she sat happily in the sand box, with your go carts.

Apparently not, because once her mom had her calmed down and convinced her it was safe to play, you did it again. And so she had to come home and give up her happy day.

She told me about it all night such was her level of discomfort, and when her mom threw you a look you acted as if you had not done anything wrong.
I wish you a happy thanksgiving and for the record here is something you

should really be thankful for:

That it was my daughter a kind and gentle soul at the park that day instead of me. I would have told you exactly what I thought, and called the police because you were in a unsafe area. You would have had a fat ticket to pay.
There are alot of people who will tell you not to mess with me, Shall I send you a list?

 Next time you are in the little children's play area, remember these small children belong here you don't, let me direct you to the area you belong There is an area in the park for Go carts it was outside the fence, please use it next time.

Wordless Wednesday: Charleston Harbor

What I love about Charleston in the Winter. Water and Boats!

dmall talk six-six stores you would like to be registered with for Christmas

Six Stores I'd like to be registered for Christmas,

1. Macy's

2. Bloomingdales

3. Nieman Marcus

4. Best Buy

5. Any and all shoes stores but we'll say DSW

6.  Nordstrom's

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you be blessed this Thanksgiving

A few weeks ago there was a knock on my door. My daughter went to answer it then came quickly back to my room and whispered urgently to me, "It's a homeless man!"

I looked up inceduiously, the side of town we live on is not the upper class side but having the homeles knocking on your door is not exactly a common occurance.

My daughter was a little, well a lot. taken back, she didn't know what to say.

We are not bad people. We see the homeless every day, there is a man who sits every day right by the entrance of 156 with a big sign tht says: We all have bad times, please help. I do, I give him whatever change I have. I have, in fact, started saving change in the cup holder of the car to give him whenever I go that way and see him.

Because everyone does go through bad times. I know of three certain times I was weeks away from being that person.

I don't know the difference between him and I, How I got lucky and landed on my feet and he didn't. God had a lot to do with it I am sure, but why he said no to him and yes to me will remain a mystery.

My daughter whispered urgently "what shall we do? He wants to cut our grass!"

I had to laugh, I told her simply " ok, we ll let him cut the grass, it certainly needs it and none of us have time to do it."

So we did, I gave him 20 to cut our lawn, he did and went on his way. Over and done with right?

I knew better, I have had encounters before with those less fortunenate, and it has always led to a blessing for me, rather then them. I was sure it would this time as well.

There's an end to my story of course. For the last three weeks the man comes by my house every week to cut the lawn. My regular Lawn company wasn't nearly as punctual.

He always came to my door, and looked me in the eye when he asked for work, and refused to look at me when I paid him. On one thing he can be proud, on the other he was ashamed to take money.

One day, he came by out of context and asked me to do some work, anything. His daughter was hungry, he just needed to feed her. I didn't have anything, so I gave him food, and he was just as happy.

He took the bag of groceries, and said thank you then: "Madame, you have a blessed Thanksgiving".

I was surprised, and told him to as well and asked him what he was doing. He explained he was going to the church, they always have hot meals on hoilidays. This was his first year as homeless he was quick to say, but the others had told him Holidays were the best time to be homeless, they could get a hot meal on those days. He said, for that he was thankful His daughter would have a hot meal.

Thankful, I asked remembring he was homelss, I would be anything but thankful.

"Yes mam!" he shifted the bag to his shoulder, every morning I wake up I am one day closer to finding work, and getting us out of this situation. Every day I am alive there is hope.

A lot of days I wake up depressed because I haven't the money to go out to eat, and he is just happy for the time he has to make things better.

The holidays are the best days for us to, it is a time for us to start remembering how lucky we are, no matter how little we have, there are those who have less.

I wonder why those of us who have more are the ones who do the most complaining?

That was my blessing, to remember how blessed I am,

I hope you have a blessed Thanksgiving.

I There's an end to my story of course. For the last three weeks the man comes by my house every week to cut the lawn. My regular Lawn company wasn't nearly as punctual.

He always came to my door, and looked me in the eye when he asked for work, and refused to look at me when I paid him. On one thing he can be proud, on the other he was ashamed to take money.

One day, he came by out of context and asked me to do some work, anything. His daughter was hungry, he just needed to feed her. I didn't have anything, so I gave him food, and he was just as happy.

He took the bag of groceries, and said thank you then: "Madame, you have a blessed Thanksgiving".

I was surprised, and told him to as well and asked him what he was doing. He explained he was going to the church, they always have hot meals on hoilidays. This was his first year as homeless he was quick to say, but the others had told him Holidays were the best time to be homeless, they could get a hot meal on those days. He said, for that he was thankful His daughter would have a hot meal.

Thankful, I asked remembring he was homelss, I would be anything but thankful.

"Yes mam!" he shifted the bag to his shoulder, every morning I wake up I am one day closer to finding work, and getting us out of this situation. Every day I am alive there is hope.

A lot of days I wake up depressed because I haven't the money to go out to eat, and he is just happy for the time he has to make things better.

The holidays are the best days for us to, it is a time for us to start remembering how lucky we are, no matter how little we have, there are those who have less.

I wonder why those of us who have more are the ones who do the most complaining?

That was my blessing, to remember how blessed I am,

I hope you have a blessed Thanksgiving.

For more information on the homeless Go Here

http://hubpages.com/hub/You-be-blessed-this-Thanksgiving

Dear Someone thursday

Thursday is: Dear Somebody letter: Brought to you by the family of Shorts

Dear people in the car next to me:

Thank you so much for sharing your music with me and half of Charleston. I know your mother did a great job of teaching you to share because you do it so well.
The car I am in is a bloody truck and you are rocking it off it's wheels.
Now, I don't wish to discourge you, or scare you for that manner, but I did see the man in the car next to me through you a dirty look and say something to a very vicious looking pit bull and stare ominously at you while he was saying it. AND the pitbull growled.

Perhaps in this case you may wish to share less and turn your radio down just a tad, may 10 octaves, I would hate to lose my cool jump out of my car and let the pit bull loose. That would be such a mes to such a sharing person as yourself. thank you

Oh BTW, I know you didn't know this but pink underwear is crass, you should  wear white until labor day. I noticed this when you got out of your car and mooned the mean little old lady next to you who rudely asked you to turn your music down. I don't know what she was thinking! Imagine wanting peace on the city street and you were just sharing all nice and all....

Oh dear, I am sorry my car went out of gear somehow backed up and hit yours and just happened to knock your CD player out of the dashboard. Some things are worth having my insurance raised for..

toodles

Dear Neighbor down the street around the corner three streets over:
Please see the above letter to the nice people in the car, I am sure they must be relatives of yours. My truck still runs and I surely can find where you live. I will just follow the rapping noise whats his name snoopy doggie? I love dogs.
Enough said

Dear Natasha age 3 going on 4
Christmas is coming in 41 days, and Walmart is already crowded. I know it is your consititional right to wake me up at 6am yelling Nanny! I need the Barbie dollhouse on Max and Ruby, this tickles me to death, but Nanny needs to explain some things to you.

First at this time of the year, parents, yes this includes grandparents are not allowed to shop for toys of any kind, Santa gets right peeved when we scoop him, so as much as I would like to buy you that 200 dollar!!! before taxes,  doll house Nick Jr. so lovinginly puts on at 6am Santa would be peeved and would leave coal in Nanny's stocking and Nanny really needs a new computer this year, not to mention black pumps to go with the black dress she is buying for new years, , So, no to the doll house.

2nd I am sorry for what is about to happen to max and Ruby, Yo Gabba Gabba and heaven forbid, Diego. See, I think they have to go learn to sleep later in the day so Nanny can get her beauty rest, so Nanny is going to give them all hot chocolate spiked with uh special sugar or either pull the plug of the TV until after Christmas, which ever seems kinder. I think Diego needs a rest from al of those naughty animals that keep getting lost, he is looking tired
How do they keep losing their way in the forest anyway? I mean I know it's a big place and all, but really they get lost 5, count them, 5 times a day on nick jr and countless other times on the other nick stations. Nanny is very concerned Diego is working to hard. We should call DSS I think.

Yo Gabba Gabba well, sweet heart they all sounded hoarse from singing Don't be afraid, and not to mention wiggle wiggle wiggle they need more rest to. So Nanny stole the key to their suitcase,not for long just about 5 years, you should be on to bigger and better things by then. Like Hannah Montana.

Max and ruby, well I am starting a campaign to find their parents. That will be my Christmas present to max so ruby can stop being so mean to him.

So all is well, I will write Santa a nice long chatty letter about all of the wonderful toys you "need" last count was 150 of them, should keep him a tad busy this year
Night Night sweetie
Nanny