Tuesday, March 24, 2015

"Stop to Smell the Roses"

This morning my version of "Stop to Smell the Roses" was 
"Stop to Photograph the Daffodils."

The Husband and I are fortunate to live close 
to a true Tulsa treasure, Woodward Park

Daffodils have been planted on the west side of the park, 
next to Peoria Avenue for years.

Every spring when they start to poke their stems out of the ground, I get excited.

Bright yellow daffodils are one of my most favorite flowers.

This morning, as I drove to Old School Bagel Cafe to get my morning indulgence, 
I passed the daffodils in the park and had a thought. 

What thought, you ask?

"I'm going to take a few minutes, pull into the park, get out of the car 
and take pictures of the beautiful flowers."

Which is just what I did.

Aren't they pretty?  They make me happy.

What flowers make you happy?

Saturday, March 14, 2015

"I pooped and peed and have on panties and I'm dry!"

Today has been an extra good day.

The Husband and I:

* Went out for breakfast.

* Went for manicures & pedicures at the mall.  I'll never understand why he didn't have his toenails & fingernails painted purple, with multi colored glitter on top, like I did. He just NEVER wants to match! What's up with that?  :-)

* Bought new bed pillows.

* Stopped in for a short visit with friends at their home. Their adorable granddaughter was there. She proudly proclaimed, "I pooped and peed and have on panties and I'm dry!" Our response? "Yippee! Such an accomplishment!" Of course, we all aspire to that when we are very young and when we are aging rapidly. :-)

* Stopped in at a favorite local restaurant for a late bite of lunch and had a lovely visit with friends who were there.

* Had a 2 hour nap.

* Went out to another favorite restaurant for a light dinner and laughs with the staff.

It's important to appreciate the good days.  I hope your day was also good!

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Generation Gap

I recently had a conversation with a very intelligient 28 year old woman.
I told her that I felt as if I had become "Ann Landers" 
for certain individuals we both know. 
She got a puzzled look on her face.
I said, "Dear Abby?"
She said, "I don't know who that is.
The name seems familiar, but I'm not sure."

I can't remember if it was before or after 
I explained to her who Ann and Abby were 
that I started banging my head against a hard surface,
weeping and wailing about how old I am.  

Or, maybe I was weeping and wailing about how young she is?!

Have enough years passed that young adults don't know 
two of America's most popular advice columnists?

Good grief!

Saturday, February 28, 2015

Sewing on a Snowy Saturday and Memories

My very petite mother recently purchased a new pair of pink, fuzzy pjs. I volunteered to alter the pants.  

As I cut and pinned the new hems on this snowy morning, I thought about how lucky I was to have learned the basics of sewing in junior high home economics classes. I believe the teacher's name was Mrs. Wireth at Gilcrease Jr High School in the early 1970's. 

The metal seam gauge pictured above came from my 7th grade sewing kit. The white measuring tape did not, but I do have the yellow tape from that kit as well. It's just not the first one I grabbed this morning. Speaking of my 7th grade sewing kit, I threw it away just a few years ago. The plastic lid was broken and I thought, "My goodness. Get rid of it!"

I thought about my Granny Jewel, who was a great seamstress. She gave me praise (which could be hard to come by from Granny) and feedback on my first sewing attempts. I'll also never forget my Great Aunt Clorine, another great seamstress, who gave me her old sewing machine as my first machine at home.

Thinking of Home Ec, I remember the cooking classes and eating what we cooked. Before we could eat, we had to set the table properly. I always thought the dishes at school were pretty. Fast forward several years and I discovered my soon to be husband's mother had the same dishes, Franciscan Desert Rose.  Her dishes now live with her youngest grand daughter.

Home Ec is where I learned to make Chocolate Oatmeal drop cookies. I've made many a batch of these since that time!

The simple act of doing something for my Mom brought back a lot of good memories this snowy morning.

As I prepare to sign off, I look at the back window and there sits a bright red Cardinal on the fence. Beautiful, with the snow falling around him.

Enjoy your Saturday!

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Vintage Tulsa Show

The Sister and I went to the Vintage Tulsa Show today. 
We had a great time and saw a lot of beautiful items.
Especially oak furniture.
Oh, the oak furniture.
Be still my heart!

I did not purchase this mega phone.  
I think I may regret it for the rest of my life.  
Especially since I went to school in NORTH Tulsa!

I sorted through a tangled pile of jewelry 
and found one of these fabulous King Tut earrings.

I continued to sort through the pile and found the mate.
I laid them together on the table, outside of the tangled pile.
I told The Sister if they were still there when we went through the show, 
I would take them home with me.

They are FABULOUS, yes?

I would have loved to have brought this beauty home 
to live in the Peacock Room.
Alas, he was much too expensive.
He would have felt totally out of place with his cheaper cousins. 

It was a good show and better than that, is the fact I had a fun time with The Sister!

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Be Careful Out There! It's Icy!

So much for leaving work early yesterday, to get home safely on the icy streets.

The washing machine repair man (another story) was parked in our driveway, so I parked across the street. I was almost across when I slipped and fell backwards. The back of my head hit the pavement and bounced.  

I lay in the middle of the street, yelling for help until a neighbor heard me. Soon, there were three neighbors around me. Two (I think) helped me up from the street and walked me back to the car, as one went to get The Husband.
I do not remember The Husband driving me to the hospital or the check-in process at the ER. We arrived at about 4pm (?) and I was not called back to an exam room until 7pm (?). One of the neighbors was smart enough to send an ice pack with me to the hospital. Thank goodness. I went through an entire box of tissue in the waiting room as I sobbed from the pain. I was taken for a head CT before being taken to the exam room.

Fortunately, the head CT did not show any signs of a brain bleed. I had a knot the size of my hand on the back of my head, my jaws hurt, my neck and shoulders hurt and I was dizzy, dizzy, dizzy.

We got home and one of the neighbors had shoveled part of our sloped drive and put down ice melt. So, so sweet.

I had bed spins last night. I hate bed spins. 

Swelling of the knot went down significantly over night, due to regular ice packs. My head is so tender and hurts to touch. I have just a slight headache, not too bad. Neck and shoulders hurt. Jaw really hurts when I eat. I think I knocked it out of alignment. Probably means a visit to the dentist and/or chiropractor in the future. 

I told The Husband I woke up in the middle of the night and all I could think of was the old Hee Haw song:

Gloom, despair and agony on me!
Deep dark depression, excessive misery!
If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all!
Gloom, despair and agony on meeeee! 

Dizzy, dizzy am I. The Husband won't let me walk anywhere by myself.

Between spraining my ankle last month, banging my head this month and The Husband not feeling well, I'm about to throw in the towel.  

Be careful out there!  It's icy!

Friday, February 13, 2015