tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8225341410239335982024-03-12T21:18:14.964-07:00Yakkin with FloFlohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260588653368634313noreply@blogger.comBlogger244125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822534141023933598.post-7618025104629069022017-05-31T21:08:00.001-07:002017-05-31T21:08:20.241-07:003rd anniversary3 years ago today my son died. He lay in his apt until June 3rd. The records have to show date of death as June 3rd, 2014 because that's when his body was found. It's on his death certificate. <br />
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It's really hard to lose a child. I look at baby pictures of him and those impact me more than current ones...not sure why. <br />
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He was 32 when he died, so still young. Jesus was 33 when He died. I believe God knows how my heart feels. <br />
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Michael and I were close until the divorce. We had a falling out shortly after so for quite a few years it was me pursuing him. I began to see a bit of progress when suddenly and without warning..he was gone.<br />
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Without the Lord I am quite sure I'd be a basket case. He has sustained me and guarded my heart from hurt these 3 years. My husband is a rock, also. I'm very blessed.<br />
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<br />Flohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260588653368634313noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822534141023933598.post-56626244918646229862017-05-29T15:37:00.000-07:002017-05-29T15:37:04.843-07:00Memorial Day 2017I know it's about honoring veterans who lost their lives on the battle field and perhaps other deaths among our loved ones. But, it's also about freedom from work for one day for many. It's about family getting together or friends. We started our day with breakfast out with good friends. Oh sure the place was over priced, but these people are worth it. Thank you, Doug, for arranging this.<br />
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We're home and have just assembled shish Kebobs to BBQ outside. Just hubby and me. I'm blessed to have a husband who enjoys planning events as I'm such a stump. I could just sit for hours. We did take a 30 min walk earlier so maybe a 90 percent stump. Thank you to all you veterans who gave your life so I can be free. Free to worship my God. Free to come and go without restraint...other than the restraint that goes along with the aging process..ugh.</div>
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Flohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260588653368634313noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822534141023933598.post-55343491879063086272017-05-25T09:44:00.003-07:002017-05-25T09:44:41.509-07:00TV and dogsGood morning. It's Thursday...one of my favorite days cuz "Bluebloods" ya know. All day. We switched from cable to antenna a few months ago, but fortunately I can still get some of my favorite shows. We added "Sling" which gives some of the lost cable programs like Food Network and HGTV and we also added "Feelin" for some decent movies. Netflix completes the package. Ok, I am impressed that you don't watch hours of TV..that you're out there pulling weeds and planting flowers. My thumb is not green. There is one tulip that I planted years ago that is so forgiving it shows up every spring...Otherwise that's hubby's turf out there.<br />
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Took my usual walk this morning and got a bit nervous when I heard like maybe 5 dogs barking suddenly at once...small ones that go arf arf and large ones woof woof...it was around a corner so I ventured forward cautiously reminding myself Jesus walks with me and He ain't afraid of dogs. By the time I rounded the corner all was quiet. Have a great day!Flohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260588653368634313noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822534141023933598.post-55917372745964326492017-05-24T10:35:00.002-07:002017-05-24T12:20:42.415-07:00Hello it's WednesdayHello. It's Wednesday morning on May 24, 2017. Been awhile since I've written anything. L-a-z-y. I feel I should be blogging at least. Trying to keep a Journal just ends up being a whine fest. Anybody else find that true?<br />
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Our teacher did not show up at my house for the Writing Class Finale potluck, so I entertained 4 charming wonderful men who also brought the food. We shared our work, eat the food and had a great final class.<br />
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I'll try to make this blog interesting, but no promises. My cleverness is being replaced by aging and complaining about aches and pains. As Betty Davis said "aging ain't for sissies". Or something like that. I thank God I am healthy enough to walk daily for 30 minutes and am reasonably agile. I dropped a donut yesterday and picked it up, so yes, I do squats!<br />
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Have a great Wednesday!! Flohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260588653368634313noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822534141023933598.post-62220512369023893692015-02-10T12:27:00.000-08:002015-02-10T12:27:19.951-08:00reflectingIt's been 8 months since my son, Michael, died. June 3, 2014. See saw of emotion and lack of emotion. I still find it overwhelming to do simple tasks and I want to stay in bed much longer. I have laughed, and I have cried. Reading about grief, hearing songs about death or even just a beautiful melody brings on the sorrow.<br />
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I have accepted his death..yet not really. I question my faith and feel desperate to know for sure he's in Heaven. I was not part of his life the last few years except messages I sent via facebook. He rejected my friend requests and efforts to have a relationship. He never stopped his feeling he referred to as apathy towards me. Better anger than apathy. Different times I'd run into him, like granddaughter's birthday parties and he'd allow a hug, a picture, but there was definately indifference on his part. It hurt. But losing him doesn't hurt any less because he did not return my love. If anything it hurts more because of the unfinished business. Oh how I worked toward a relationship.<br />
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Just spilling my guts as I've had a good cry and felt the need to write things down.<br />
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Until the next timeFlohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260588653368634313noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822534141023933598.post-30707030725315164502014-12-17T10:11:00.002-08:002014-12-17T10:12:10.100-08:00RunawaysGee, time is goin so fast. I've been to California and Mexico since my last post. We escaped for Thanksgiving. Family dynamics being what they are, we just ran away. Had Thanksgiving with Bob's family.<br />
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Got thru December 16 which was my son's birthday. He would have been 33. His dying in June sure messed up the joy of the holidays I have to say. Fun isn't fun. Oh, I have the joy of the Lord for sure, but this business of living out each day has its ups and downs when you lose a child.<br />
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We're going thru the motions of decorating, shopping, wrapping and meal planning for Christmas Eve. I like to plan early, but unfortunately I'm trying to coordinate with a daughter who doesn't. I'm on hold til she says yes, she'll cook the meat. Usually this being the 17th of December, I'd have the table set by now.<br />
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Our cruise to Mexico was our 3rd so I didn't even get off the ship at one port. First time with Norwegian...usually prefer Princess. I struggled with swollen ankles the latter part of the vacation. We sat too much with family, playing games and eating out that got my ankles started, then on the ship their auditorium was poor planning so rows were so close together you couldn't really cross your legs or change positions...little puffy ankles dangling down getting fatter and fatter. But, we had a wonderful Steward who made cute little animals out of towels everyday.<br />
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Flohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260588653368634313noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822534141023933598.post-38499900691303697742014-10-13T18:48:00.000-07:002014-10-13T18:48:10.414-07:00hey Kathy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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showing Kathi what rough seas does to swimming pool, yet ship feels totally stable and not rocky.Flohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260588653368634313noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822534141023933598.post-57754999698998618612014-10-03T20:16:00.001-07:002014-10-03T20:16:14.639-07:004 monthsToday was the 4 month anniversary of my son's death. Yes, there have been tears, but there has been laughter as well. Both are gifts from God. The tears to release the pain of such a loss and the laughter a gift for other family members to give them hope of my return to normal. And yes, some guilt accompanies the laughter like I'm failing to grieve properly. I know this, too, shall pass. I've come through other difficulties and here I am. Oh, nothing as powerful as the loss of a child...nothing compares to that I'd guess. But, God is showing me how strong I am and that my behavior will show others how to grieve with God's strength. Without it, the experience would be unbearable. Thank you for taking this journey with me if you read my blog. Flohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260588653368634313noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822534141023933598.post-85836111194820315912014-09-20T14:24:00.001-07:002014-09-20T14:24:08.086-07:00I'd do that for you Jesus.There comes a time you have to realize your kids are adults and can choose who they want to hang out with. If you are unable to watch their kids on a certain time...or say something they feel is worthless..they make it seem so easy to pull back their love. It's hard to see other families functioning as a unit, close and respectful when you are in a disfunctional one. Looking forward to Thanksgiving and Christmas is no longer a joy, but a dread. The desire to run away...live in another city so you can explain this riff is due to distance. Your grandkids may view your absence as distance as I'm quite sure they're being told "I guess they're too busy to see you". The truth being...nobody responds to efforts to speak and arrange to see the kids. I am beginning to believe it is not so much a rejection to us as a rejection of our Jesus that we serve. If that's the case it's bible prophecy that we'll be persecuted and I can handle that. I'd do that for you Jesus!!! In the end times family fall apart..we're there I'd guess, we're there.Flohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260588653368634313noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822534141023933598.post-73425883630358901602014-09-12T18:29:00.002-07:002014-09-12T18:30:02.688-07:00yurt vacationJust got back from camping on the Oregon Coast in a Yurt.<br />
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That's Bob inside there finishing up set up. Here's inside the thing.<br />
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Flohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260588653368634313noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822534141023933598.post-83111863696291856612014-09-05T10:28:00.001-07:002014-09-05T10:28:39.857-07:00out of AshesIn my devotions this morning I read "I will bring beauty out of the ashes of your dreams. I will glean joy out of sorrow." The writer hit it on the head. I thought of my recently deceased son who had been cremated..ashes. The dream of a complete restoration of our relationship was burned up. But, God can bring beauty out of this and find joy for me. This was encouraging to me. A confirmation God has not forgotten me. I carry no grudge against God for Michael's death. I do not understand it, but trust HIM completely. Flohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260588653368634313noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822534141023933598.post-29331851031566330092014-09-04T14:21:00.004-07:002014-09-04T14:21:47.040-07:00Death of Joan Rivers 9/4/2014Joan Rivers died today. 81. She was extremely funny. This is the 2nd very funny comic to die in 2014 and close together. Robin Williams died in August. Big Names. I have to ponder the same question I pondered when my son died in June of 2014...also a funny guy...where are they? Was their final destination, Heaven? I know my son asked Jesus into his heart at age 3. God will decide who He allows in His heaven. It'll be interesting to see who's there. Will I be there? Something to think about. We spend eternity either with God, or without Him. People joke around about "oh I hope I go to Hell cuz that's where all my friends are". Many assume ALL go to Heaven when they die. This mystery is covered in God's Word. And it is FOREVER. Now is the time to talk to God about yourself and your walk with Him. Flohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260588653368634313noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822534141023933598.post-91324967219145521202014-08-29T11:34:00.003-07:002014-08-29T11:34:58.100-07:00daily?A Facebook friend told me about the death of her 25 yr old son. Wept tears for her and for myself. Is this a daily thing? Grieving is really quite terrible..the helplessness of it all. But, I know God is with me in this valley.Flohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260588653368634313noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822534141023933598.post-69560267971012385352014-08-27T22:41:00.003-07:002014-08-31T15:17:31.113-07:00Goodbye my son.June 3, 2014 my world as I knew it changed. It began with a knock on the door and my daughter Holly and granddaughter, Mia stood there. "Is Bob here" they asked as they came in. No. I started laughing and said "oh my goodness I don't have a bra on..don't want little Mia scared about getting old" so I told them to sit down and I'd be right out of the bathroom where I finished dressing. I was laughing and happy, without a care in the world..never dreaming in 5 minutes that would all be gone and I would have a care in the world.<br />
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"When is Bob going to be home?" Holly asked again. "Sit down, I have something to tell you" she said with such a serious look on her face. I sat down. Her next words caused the most pain I have ever experienced.<br />
"Michael died" I looked at Mia with such pity as I assumed it was her daddy who we call Mike. "Michael?" I asked. "Your son, my brother," Holly said almost impatiently. No wonder she wanted my husband there.<br />
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Shock. Screaming denial. No No No, this cannot be true..my arms pushing the dreadful words away. Holly told me, Michael, had been fixing himself a drink and felt light headed or dizzy and lay down on the floor halfway between kitchen and living room in his apartment. The empty glass lay nearby. My 32 year old son just folded his hands under his head like a pillow and quietly left this earth. Later his autopsy would indicate a coronary disease that was undiagnosed.<br />
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After telling me, Holly left to go tell her half sister, I called Bob and screamed into the phone "my son is dead"!!! Poor guy stopped his shopping at Lowes, tried to swing by our church to get advice on how to help me before coming home. The church was blocked off due to a search for a suspect in the area, so Bob just came on home. He plopped down beside me on the sofa where I was sobbing and cried with me, saying "I'm so sorry, Flo, this is the worse that could ever happen to you." He held me so tight and has been such a source of support.<br />
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I miss Michael more than words can express. We had a strained relationship and it was seeming to improve just before he left this earth. I'm not mad at God. He has sustained me beyond understanding.</div>
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I'm grieving. Tears come without warning. Agony of spirit can be brought on by a dream, a smell, a sight.</div>
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I know lots of people lose loved ones. But, I have heard losing a child is among the worst. I believe it now.</div>
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Bob created a beautiful memorial book for me. </div>
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It's filled not only with some pictures, but legal documents, messages from Facebook friends, all the sympathy cards are indexed and attached in a way you can open each one and read it. I even put in conversations with my son held on Facebook Messaging. He never accepted my friendship on there. My loss is the loss of a dream of having my son in my life. He accepted Jesus early in life and although had drifted, he never lost that core belief. I pray he'll be one of those saints running toward me when I arrive in Heaven!! I LOVE YOU MICHAEL<br />
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Here's the last picture of us together a few months before his death<br />
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Here's Michael's Memorial Video shown at his funeral.</div>
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I may be old, but this grandma tries to have fun with her grandkids!!Flohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260588653368634313noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822534141023933598.post-52631342247954153532013-12-09T12:32:00.000-08:002013-12-09T12:32:41.078-08:00BrrrrBrrrr..baby it's cold outside!! May have to buy some Huskies and a sled if it snows, too.<br />
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Great jump start to Christmas last Saturday night. Kathy, my oldest, treated me to a night out. We went to dinner with some of my grandkids along to Red Robin..then to the Singing Christmas Tree performance in Portland. It's HUGE and awesome!!! We loved it. Santa was there..here we are: <br />
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The first half of the performance was secular, the 2nd half cuts to the chase of the real true meaning of Christmas..Jesus and His birth. We had a great time. My other daughter and her friend were there too..along with one of my grandkids, Mia. They, too, saw Santa<br />
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It was marvelous and we had a great time. My own church will have it's musical this next weekend, so it's fun! We've gotten most of our gift buying finished, too..yay!!!!!<br />That's about it.<br /><br />Flohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260588653368634313noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822534141023933598.post-54266831778120362092013-11-27T18:02:00.001-08:002013-11-27T18:02:35.205-08:00Happy ThanksgivingHey..some changes on here...very cool.<br />
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Here's an idea for Thanksgiving...when you go to Grandma's house...leave your electronic devices behind. You never know how much time you have with these older people in your family. I'm taking dinner to my step daughter and her husband as she's very pregnant and her back is so painful. Hope it stays hot in the car driving over there. <br />
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So much to be thankful for, just have to shove the regrets, the "wish I hads" aside and look around for the blessings..life, health if you have it, home, food..if we have our needs met, we should be a grateful people right? I complain way too much. Forgive me Lord.<br />
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Here's a picture that would make any grandmother thankful. Thank you Lord for my grandkids and great grandkids!! <br />
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Happy Thanksgiving all!<br />
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Flohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260588653368634313noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822534141023933598.post-90294714630582195922013-11-15T13:38:00.000-08:002013-11-15T13:38:19.764-08:00free lunchMet my girlfriend for lunch today at Applebees. She said "I'm buying". What? Oh yeah..she remembered my birthday is coming up Tuesday...gave me some earrings, too. I know how to pick friends don't I.<br />
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Well won't be long before we become grandparents again. A baby girl will be hoisted up out of Bob's daughter on dec 6. Nice to know the date ahead. It'll be tricky cuz there's a riff between two family members who will both be at the Hospital. I say "GET OVER IT" and forgive and forget, but no, these are two of the most stubborn people I know. Making family gatherings and holidays stressful just cuz of pride really galls me!!! I want to stamp my feet in childish rage and say stop that!!!<br />
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Everybody doing something special for Thanksgiving? I refuse to buy a whole bird if it's just my husband and me. Turkey breast in the crockpot sounds just about right. Then I must get started on my Christmas letter. That's another thing that's impacted by family riffs...sheesh..almost makes me want to write something about it in the Christmas letter, but I'm not fond of Siberia where I'd be sent.<br />
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Happy Thanksgiving y'all. Flohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260588653368634313noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822534141023933598.post-33680493130448387702013-11-12T14:26:00.000-08:002013-11-12T14:26:48.579-08:00Hello this grey TuesdayBabysitting Briley again. I got up from MY nap before her's is over so hopefully I can finish this short blog.<br />
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We enjoyed our free Veterans Day meal yesterday at Applebees. Several restaurants around the city were having specials like that. Picked up a free pizza too. When they roll our obese bodies outta this house one day, we have nobody else to blame. We just love food!<br />
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I am losing my desire to cook. I think it's all the restrictions that has taken out the joy of cooking. I miss mac N cheese, tuna cassroles, etc of my youth (if I stayed at someone's house..my mother wasn't much on cooking) But, I remember hanging out at friends' houses past dinnertime in hopes of being invited. I know..that meant I was a pest who had to be sent home. Usually if someone like that is in your life, remember there may be really good reasons they don't want to go home.<br />
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My cousin Nita says to keep writing even if short..wonder if that includes if they are boring, too. haha.Flohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260588653368634313noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822534141023933598.post-17267621702302078172013-11-07T13:51:00.000-08:002013-11-07T13:51:37.543-08:00fun night comingAt 2:30 we pick up my 9 yr old granddaughter and go to the 3D movie "Monsters University". Afterwards she'll come home with us and we'll jammie up and make a night of it!! If grandpa has to go to bed..so be it..par-tay with Mia and Nanny!!<br />
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Having grandkids sure helps facing the birthdays. I'm wiped out after a day with one, but it's a happy wipeout. God is gracious to bring them into my life. I didn't have much love as a child so HE is making it up to me!!! Have a great weekend coming up everyone!!!Flohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260588653368634313noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822534141023933598.post-46606637196134467122013-11-06T10:25:00.002-08:002013-11-06T10:25:37.508-08:00basket caseGood morning. Halfway to the weekend worker bees!<br />
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Yesterday I babysat my 2 1/2 yr old grandbaby, Briley. Sometimes grandparenting turns you into a basket case doesn't it. <span id="goog_1624597376"></span><span id="goog_1624597377"></span><br />
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I'm exhausted. Today is recovery..do nothing if I can get away with it..kind of day. I can feel my muscles...did I say muscles? hahaha...I mean flab, I can feel my flab is sore from lifting and pulling and bending to do what's necessary to have a baby in the house. She's a dear girl, tho.<br />
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Hope you have a nice rest of the week!! Raining here, but that's normal for Oregon right? Shout out to all you grandmas!!! Flohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260588653368634313noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822534141023933598.post-4116150268467367432013-11-04T08:55:00.000-08:002013-11-04T08:55:06.602-08:00Have a good weekGood morning. <br />
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It's cloudy with chance of showers, but no meat balls. Grocery shopping day...yay!! Hubby is doing his volunteer work at the church and I'm enjoying my cup of coffee and catching up on messages online. I'm not a morning person until I've been up 30 minutes or so, then I think I could be a morning person..maybe.<br />
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Had a busy weekend. Baby shower. Car shopping. Church. It's all good.<br />
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Nothing to report so this is short and just keeping me writing more often. Toodles.Flohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260588653368634313noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822534141023933598.post-8113461300865310872013-11-03T09:27:00.003-08:002013-11-03T09:27:58.134-08:00already?yikes..my birthday month has arrived. 71 years of old on the 19th. Creepy. I no longer feel encouraged when I read the obits so gonna stop!! lol.<br />
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It's been a good year in most respects. A family issue has put its ugly blotch on all the special events. Why do people hold grudges and are so unforgiving. I can't stand it, but unfortunately, it's not MY issue so I have to back off.<br />
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New granddaughter on the way. Baby shower last night was really fun. Yes, there was that blotch, but so many people I managed to focus on the joy, the food, the presents and creative games..did I mention the food? Oh, ok.<br />
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Hope you all have a glorious week!!Flohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260588653368634313noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822534141023933598.post-77495564396778608912013-10-24T10:41:00.000-07:002013-10-24T10:41:14.613-07:00delay in bloggingHello. Sorry for the delay in blogging. lazy I guess..or just too busy with social interaction on Twitter and Facebook. I'm going to start a new format of blogging BRIEF stuff then maybe it won't feel so daunting and overwhelming, right?<br />
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Just read in the newspaper that Hollywood is planning to make MORE raunchy movies.<br />
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Six new movies came out recently, five of which are R rated and one unrated (probably sooo raunchy they don't know which letter to use.) Let the sin begin!! They will save us a bundle doin this however. I think "Captain Phillips" was our last walk in movie..back to the movies we own and reruns.<br />
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It's Thursday and I'm looking forward to a weekend of entertainment. Friday night a pumpkin carving party and Saturday night hosting our "dinner for 8" group. Cartwheel.<br />
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See you later!! FloFlohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260588653368634313noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822534141023933598.post-12438372354499763732013-06-13T20:23:00.002-07:002013-06-13T20:23:32.685-07:00thurs june 13, 2013Rained out. We drive to the stadium, stand in line for 45 min to get a lousy hot dog, return to our seats...rained out. The sun was shining, not raining, but earlier it had a gullywasher and the field was mush. I guess it's more important the boys play safe than sorry. It was the first 'practice' game for the Giants farm team short A. The 'real' game starts tomorrow.<br />
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Uneventful day, some productive some lazin around kind of day. It's alright, God is still on the throne!!Flohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12260588653368634313noreply@blogger.com2