Some of the Things I Miss

For some reason, I have been getting all sentimental lately.

Possibly, because my youngest child just entered middle school. His first step towards independence.

Possibly, because my two oldest have started families of their own. Have homes of their own. Lives of their own. I don’t hear from them as much as before. They’re busy with work and childcare and adult friends of their own.

Possibly, because the other blogs I’m reading, have been writing about empty nests and children entering their first day of school.

Stop that! Your not helping me any!

Maybe,

just maybe,

it’s all those things combined.

 Making me think about all the things I miss.

Things I was too busy to stop and relish in the comfort of.

Things I took for granted.

I miss the carefree days of childhood. Riding bikes, climbing trees, catching frogs and crawdads, swimming…

As you can see, I wasn’t much for girl things. I was a tom-boy.

Still am.

I miss my best friend. She was more of a tom-boy than I. We learned from eachother. We got married, had children and went our seperate ways. I wonder how she is. I wonder if she misses me, too.

I miss my hometown back in West Virginia. I walked miles along the roads, railroad tracks and along the banks of the Elk River.

I miss my girlish figure. You know, the one before giving birth. Flat tummy, slim hips and firm muscles.

I miss when my kids were still toddling around. Following me everywhere I went. Couldn’t bear for me to be out of their sight.

I miss bear hugs and butterfly kisses.

I miss Mom and Dad. I spent a lot of time with them in the last year of their life. And I am glad I was able to. But I wish there had been more time. More memories.

These are just some of the things I miss.

What are some of the things you miss?

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A Dog’s False Teeth

I thought I’d tell you a funny little story involving my Dad.

As some of you know, my Dad stayed at my house and I cared for him, in his last days.

He was still a little mobile, but he slept alot. And when I say slept. He slept hard. Most things wouldn’t wake him.

Like the time he lost his false teeth.

I was sitting in the kitchen when my son, then nine, came running in the room and informed me that Stretch, my miniature daschaund, has somebody’s teeth.

What?

Now, hearing this, what would go through your mind?

Vampire teeth?

Wax teeth?

Comb teeth?

Yeah, I was puzzled, and I went to investigate.

There they were, my Dad’s upper false teeth, laying in the middle of the floor.

Stretch was making circles around them. Trying to figure out what to do with them.

Funny? Yes, it was hilarious!

Finding my dog with my Dad’s teeth is not something that occurs, or even enters your mind, on a normal day. Right?

I scooped them up and went in Dad’s room and told him what I had found. He snickered and said , “He just wanted to try them on for size.”

Made me giggle. My Dad always looked at the funny side of things.

I, then, asked Dad if he had his lower plate. While watching him run his tongue around the inside of his mouth, I began to hear a noise coming from under the table beside his bed.

Yep, that’s right. Stretch found them, too!

I couldn’t contain my laughter any longer.

I grabbed them up. Scolded the dog, as best I could, while laughing.

And took them to be cleaned.

My Mother, who was in the hospital at the time, got a big kick out of that one.

You see, she was always losing her teeth. We think, not one, but two sets were thrown away accidentally with a paper towel.

She commented on how he scolded her for losing her teeth all the time. But, as she stated, atleast she didn’t let the dog have them.

Yeah, she gave him a hard time over that one.

I still giggle when I think about it.

Something to Remember Me By-A Giveaway! Times Up!

Times up! I’ve really enjoyed reading your comments! I’ll post the winner Friday morning!

 

 

When my children were small, I didn’t work, so I had a lot of time on my hands.

I decided to try my hand at crocheting. So, I bought some yarn and a book and taught myself to crochet.

Then my mother took an interest in it.

 I had to show her how.

I can learn from a book. She had to have someone teach her. She just couldn’t get her hands to do what the book told her to. I know a lot of people who learn easier, by doing.

The books teach for right-handed people. I am right-handed. She was left-handed. I had to learn to crochet left-handed so I could teach her.

I’m flexible that way.

It has become a lifelong hobby for me.

While I like to work with yarn, she preferred crochet thread.

I like projects I could work on and see results quickly. Working with crochet thread took too long to show results.

Which is why I don’t knit. I tried it.

It takes too long.

Mom passed away a couple of years ago, and I am thankful that I taught her to crochet. I have many of her finished and unfinished projects. I seem a little closer to her holding something she made.

I have made things for my children. The most recent being Christmas tree skirts. And I hope one day they will feel a little closer to me holding something I made specifically for them.

Even if it’s only at Christmas time.

The skirts took a long time to make and I was glad when they were finished. I told them to take care of them cause there would not be another.

It took too long.

I have made my share of afghans. I prefer smaller projects. Which is why I started making these oven mitts.

They are made with 100% cotton yarn.

I, also, make hot pads to match, which could be used as potholders, too.

My family loves these. It’s the only ones we use. I have some of those store bought oven mitts. They’re just for back up. Just in case the homemade ones need to be washed. Eventually, I’ll make another set for myself and get rid of the store bought ones.

Everytime I make a new set, I end up giving them to someone who is in desperate need of a good oven mitt.

If you have stuck with me through all of this rambling, you are in luck!

I am giving away a set of these beautiful matching oven mitts in these fun summer colors.

Are you in desperate need of a new set of oven mitts? Do your other ones have thin spots? You know, the ones that cause you to drop something or get burnt, or both.

 All you have to do is add a comment below telling me something you have made with your own two little hands.

If you don’t have something you made, that’s okay, too. Just make a comment about how much you love these oven mitts.

Just joking! 

Just leave a comment and you are entered.

 There are no wrong answers.

As a bonus, if you mention my giveaway on your blog I will add your name in the drawing one more time and if you link back to me, I will add your name one more time. Which will give you a total of 3 chances to win your very own, handmade, set of matching oven mitts.

The contest starts now and ends Thursday, July 10, 2008. At 9:00pm Eastern Standard Time.

The winner will be randomly selected. I will put all your names in a hat or a basket or a dirty sock, whatever…

 I will post the winner Friday, July 11, 2008.

 Can’t wait to hear what it is that you make!

Goodluck! TFP