Points to Ponder ~

Points to Ponder in Life ~ If you're looking for something deeply esoteric, go ahead and pass on by this posting......

• How many times can you turn on the dryer again to "touch up" the load you haven't gotten around to folding yet?

• How many trips can you make to the refrigerator before you actually get what you kept going there for?

• How can there only be two of you in the house (because all of your beloved children have grown into men people and no longer live there) and someone uses the last of the toilet paper but doesn't replace it, and the one who did it blames it on the other?

• How can your spouse continue to tell everyone you are a plant killer when the only time a plant / plants die is when you are out of town and the hubby and beloved sons are the ones who were supposed to water them?

• How can your spouse count it as a mini-vacation when you go out of town to attend one of your parents funeral? 

• How can eleven bathroom hand towels disappear completely, and NO ONE knows how, within a couple of days?

• How can a man stand in front of the mirror and say, "Wow, I put on 10 lbs.  I need to drop them" give up one slice of toast a morning and a week later get on the scale 10 lbs lighter? 

• How can you cook a certain meal (not once a week but at least once a quarter or two) for 30 years and then be told, "hmmmm, I really don't care for this"?

• How can you search for your phone for ten minutes when you finally realize that the missing phone is the one you're having a conversation on?

• How can you lose three out of four pairs of Sam's Club multi-pack readers the day after you purchase them?

• How can you not melt into a pile of goo or a sobbing mess:

1. When you look at and smell a newborn baby?
2. Cuddle a puppy?
3. Realize that your son paid for dinner without you knowing it?
4. Ride a horse?
5. Look back at photos of your grown men children when they were adorable little boys?
6. Watch families bow their heads together?
7. Realize how important everyone is in your life?

Auntie Smitty & Uncle Mamie ~

Family Tier.....  My father was an only child.  My mother had one sister, but Linda had down syndrome so my brother and I never had any true aunts or uncle.  We had a plethora of great aunts and great uncles (and trust me, we truly believed they were GREAT!).  We also had a rather large quantity of cousins who we called "aunt & uncle" simply because in the South you do NOT call adults by their first name when you're a youngun.  Expecially when most of those "aunt & uncle" were even significantly older than my parents.  And then there are the very, very, close friends of your parents.  You know the ones your parents chose for you to call "aunt & uncle".  They are "family by choice" rather than blood.

That would be the category that Mamie and Smitty would fall into.  My dad and Smitty worked together for years and years at Great Lakes Steel.  It was a wonderful friendship because their respective wives also got along as well as the guys.  Mamie and Smitty and Mickee and Gloria were like peanut butter to jelly.  I can't remember a time when they weren't my Uncle Smitty and Auntie Mamie.  However, for whatever strange and bizarre reason, I ALWAYS swapped up and called them Uncle Mamie and Auntie Smitty.  They got to a point where they just accepted it.  They also had two kiddos, Geno and Sandy.  Yep, cousins without the same blood.  (By the way, they still have them......)

Uncle Smitty was a decompartmentalized, metrosexual man way ahead of his time.  If you went by appearance alone, you might think him to be rather intimating and gruff.  He was a strong, bear of a man with a barrel chest and a military edged flat top.  But his sparkling eyes and deep, infectious laugh that bubbled from deep within and erupted out like a volcano.  He was a hard core,  steel mill working, man's man, who unbeknownst to only the closest of the close had a secret addiction to day time soap operas.  You didn't bother Uncle Smitty when his "show" was on.

Auntie Mamie is Auntie Mamie.  She has the sweetest voice.  She's the exact same size today as she was seventy plus years ago.  I swear she found the fountain of youth and hasn't shared with anyone.  She was one of those special adults who could get on to you, make you do the right thing without you ever realizing it even happened.  She has one of the biggest hearts EVER.  (**Disclaimer, if I mix up a tidbit of fact here, it's only in the slightest detail as I was quite young when this part of her story occurred.)  She met an extremely distraught young woman pushing a stroller one day.  The woman was visibly upset.  Auntie Mamie had her come in and sit down and talk with her.  The woman said she couldn't take care of her baby girl.  The infant had special needs and the woman had her own demons she was trying to deal with.  Auntie Mamie told her that she would take the baby in and mother her until the woman was ready to step back in.  And that is EXACTLY what Auntie Mamie DID for a couple of years.  

Growing up, our two families would vacation together.  During the cold weather season, January was usually the month of choice to depart the frigid temperatures of Michigan. We'd pack up our two travel trailers, load up the cars, turn on the CB radio, and start the trek from Michigan to Florida.  During warmer months, we'd head to Canada.  Those trips were some of the best memories that stand out from my youth.  This was definitely PRE-electronic games.  There was one specific trip to Florida where we discovered the fun and pleasure of "butt holes". 

We would dig a hole large enough for our behinds to fit in.  This gave the illusion that our legs were coming out from our chest.  We looked like we were two and a half to three feet tall sitting in those holes.  (Yep, we didn't need much but a shovel and great imaginations.)  We dug "butt holes" all around our two camp sites.  It was all fun and games until the next morning when my father came walking out of the trailer, with his first morning cup of coffee and stepped down off the trailer step and straight into a butt hole dug by Geno.  The entire KOA Kampground heard my dad bellowing GEEEEEENNNNNOOOOOOO echoing through the quiet morning air.  Needless to say, boundaries were set for all future butt hole digs.  

Just like Superman had kryptonite, my strong, manly man, Uncle Smitty had bridges.  Yep, bridges.  Never knew about it or realized it was a thing, until we had to cross the longest bridge in the state of Florida.  I remember I was riding in the vehicle with them at the time.  Before we began, Auntie Mamie warned Sandy and I, but me specifically (hmmm, anyone surprised that she was afraid I couldn't keep my mouth shut?) that we had to be very, very, quiet.  As in don't talk, whisper, or murmur until we were on the other end of the bridge.  If I didn't know better, I'd say that their dog was even holding his breath.  To quote a southern phrase "you could have heard a gnat fart".  That was the day I learned that "white knuckles" is a real thing.  Uncle Smitty had such a hold on the steering wheel, that he truly had white knuckles.  

Uncle Smitty took the lead and drove smack down the middle of that two lane bridge, all three miles of it.  To my dad's dying day he swore that Uncle Smitty had an angel with him that day.  The odds there wasn't an oncoming vehicle the entire length of that bridge was incomprehensible.  Afterwards, my dad asked Uncle Smitty what would have happened should an 18-wheeler come across the bridge from the other direction.  Uncle Smitty looked him straight in the eye and without a bit of humor said, "he'd better been good at backing that rig up because I wasn't going anywhere".

Fast forward to 1988.  My hubby and I were getting married at my church home in Decatur, Alabama even though we both were living in Mission, KS at the time.  My mom was very instrumental in planning my wedding.  I know she truly enjoyed herself.  When she got married, it was at the courthouse.  One area I didn't fight her on (which I probably should have) was the guest list.  We both had given her the lists of guest we wanted included.  Our parents and my grandparents also indicated the individuals they wanted to be included at our nuptials. My mom was not only the manager of the list, but she was also the keeper of the RSVP's.  Whenever I would ask who had responded, she would laugh and say, "It's a surprise, you'll see at the wedding".  

Picture this......  Hubby and his best man and groomsmen are at the front of the church.  My attendants have already walked down the aisle as well.  The church is pleasantly but not uncomfortably filled.  My dad is super nervous.  For a man who never met a stranger and could strike up a conversation with anyone, he didn't like to be singled out with all the attention on him.  So you can imagine his horror, as we're walking down the aisle I'm scanning the pews to see who all came to share in my special day when all of a sudden, I spot Uncle Smitty and Auntie Mamie.  So of course, I do what no other rational bride does.  I stop, hand my father my bouquet, squeeze into the pew and holler "UNCLE SMITTY"!!!!!  Uncle Smitty turns as red as a KC Chiefs uniform and is completely transfixed.  Auntie Mamie finally leans over and whispers rather loudly: "Smitty, Smitty, you better get up and go over to her, otherwise she's not going to walk down the aisle".  So my poor, flustered, beloved Uncle, scooted down the aisle to give me a big bear hug.  All the while I'm streaming tears of joy.  When he's done hugging me, he whispers, "Michelle, you better get going.  John is up there waiting for you", I told him ok that I'd see him later.  My father was still standing there with a look of complete disbelief.  His face was the whitest shade of white, he'd broken out in a cold sweat.  I reached over and took my flowers said, "Okay, I'm ready to continue".

It wasn't until later at the reception when I introduced my hubby to Uncle Smitty and Auntie Mamie that he shared that had Uncle Smitty been ten years younger, we would have had to had a discussion BEFORE the vows were exchanged.  

My poor Uncle Smitty took it all in stride!  Oh how I love those two....  I hope they know what they both mean to me.  It doesn't matter how much time passes, I love that I can call them anytime and without hesitation they recognize my voice and it's as if we had just seen each other earlier in the week.

Everyone needs an Auntie Smitty and Uncle Mamie in their life!!!

Help me I might fall and I'm not sure I want to get up........

The hands on the clock of life seem to be spinning at the speed of a fan blade on high.  Didn't we just celebrate 2018???  When and how did 2019 sneak in?

My dear friend Kim's mom passed away in January of 2018, my father passed away rather quickly and unexpectedly in April.  My best friend from Centerville Ohio's dad unexpectedly passed away last week.  Today I attended his Celebration of Life.  He was a wonderful man with a great big sense of humor.  He was our graduation trip destination - that'll be another blog entry for another time.  His was a complete surprise departure from our world.  My heart goes out to Lisa and her family.  Additionally, I've gotten three phone calls notifying me of cousins who've all passed, all within the past two months.  I am having a hard time accepting the knowledge that I'm now at a stage in life when I have to expect the unexpected.  

I've now reached the point where I'm not so much worried about my own mortality but rather those I love, respect, and need / want in my life.  I still NEED to be able to dial their number, hear their voice and chat with them whenever.  I've never felt the need to contemplate this before.

My life mentor - Linda Bollman celebrated her 80th birthday in November.  She's not aged, that I can tell, in the past 40 something years.  Her voice is the same on the other end of the phone, her wit and wisdom remains intact, and her laugh can make any problem you have forgotten for the time being.  (For those of you not familiar with her, I suggest you go back and read my blog WWLBD.  

My Uncle Mamie and Auntie Smitty......  They both just had a big birthdays too.  But you look and listen to them and you'd never know it.  I need to make sure I share a couple of their stories.  (But not tonight....)

Three months ago I gave birth to my first born son.  What stumps me is that  in a mere three weeks that same beautiful bundle of joy is turning 30.  As in 30 FREAKIN years old!!  We sat together the other day chit chatting and he informed me that this particular birthday was really bothering him.  Life is going well for him.  He likes his job, has a great apartment, but is still looking for his "forever love".  He then went on to tell me that it wasn't so much the number he was turning, it was the fact that he remembered well when his father and I both turned 30.

Then throw my mom into the mix.  Yes, my beloved mother, giver of life.  When I got done sharing with her that I was having a hard time with Genesis' birthday, her loving comment of support turned out to be, "well honey, how does it feel to have a son turning 30"?  My response, "Well mom, how's it feel to have a GRANDSON turning 30".  She didn't appreciate it, the conversation ended rather quickly.

Thank you so very much beloved son.

At what point did I get old??  It's not like there's a specific date on the calendar you can look at and say, "wow, it's official my OLD is six months away".  My hubby suggested to the boys (yes, they're men but they will forever be my "boys") that a great Christmas gift for me would be a MedAlert or something similar.  You know, one of those buttons for people who've fallen and can't get up.  Thankfully for me, they opted against his suggestion and went with a golden doodle instead.  At least this way, if I'm on the floor and can't get up I'll have a bundle of warm fuzz to snuggle with me until someone finds my body.

While I'm mentioning my body..... what the devil is going on with my neck?  Mom????  Oh, Glooooo......  Where are you???  There are things happening to my body you failed to share with me.  One day my eyes went out (you'll notice that I've increased the font size on here).  Another day my boobs decided my belly was a great place to rest.  I now really crave a nap about 3:30 in the afternoon.  And broccoli suddenly hates me! 

Hmmmmm, there were a couple of other points I truly intended to share, but for the life of me I can't remember what they were now......  yep, yet another sign.

Sound familiar to anyone else?  Well, since my brain has officially shut down for the day it seems appropriate for me to go put on my jammies, lotion my neck, turn on my electric blanket and carefully slide into my comfy bed and snuggle with my beloved fur baby.

For those of you who want a little "Ahhhhhhh" to wrap up reading this.....  Here is my beautiful snuggly fur baby:  Maggie Rose Ohboy Baker