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What Are You Looking At?

Yesterday, after school, we attended a football parent meeting. It was a mandatory meeting for all players in all grades of the High School and was very informative. Since we have 3 boys attending (1 played last year & 2 will play in the Fall) we never thought a thing about attending.

It was a good meeting – very informative. I’m new to this whole kid playing sports thing because X & Z never played any sports in the past, but Y who came to live with us a year ago has played sports his whole life. All I knew of sports from last season was the endless shuttling of kids from one place to the next, sitting in the stands and washing uniforms. Y moved in with us in the spring and just joined right in with the existing football team, so we missed any and all parental information meetings last season. Shoot, we never received any communications from the coaches or anyone else except Y. This year is different.

Anyway, after the meeting was a “cook out” which consisted of hot dogs wrapped in aluminum foil, tiny bags of chips, water, and cookies. There was no seating, so we all just stood around and ate off paper plates and looked around at the other people, kids, coaches, etc. interacting or just standing around like we were.

I noticed several “clicks” or grouping of people who must have known each other from the previous years. My husband hasn’t lived here long, so knew no one really, but I have lived here my whole life. I went to this school. I saw a few people who I knew. And surprisingly something happened.

Memories!

Since hitting my head a while back and losing a ton of memories, I get super happy when some return! They were pretty happy memories too. I remembered the wings/halls of the school (which classes were where) and began to remember some happy, funny, or eventful events that occurred 🙂

I guess I was kind of zoning out after a few minutes because I suddenly realized my husband was talking to me. Listening intently, I tried to catch up on his conversation when I noticed over his shoulder that a group of women standing behind him were staring at us. There were 4 women in this group. The one in the front was covering her mouth and she spoke to the other ladies as she cut her eyes toward us. At several times our eyes met and locked on each other as she continued to talk to the other ladies. She would slant her eyes our way, nod in our direction and point with her elbow. Basically, she did everything except point a finger at us.

I looked back at my husband who thought I was upset about something and was refusing to look at him as he spoke to me. He walked away from me for a minute. I looked him over to see if he had toilet paper stuck to the bottom of his shoe or his fly was open. Nope. Nothing there to see. I found no reason they’d be staring at him, so I examined myself. I’m always dressed modestly, so I had no body parts playing peek-a-boo, no spilled ketchup running down my shirt, nothing on my face, and my hair wasn’t sticking up in an odd Something About Mary way.

My husband came back to where I stood and we spoke for a little longer. I glanced over his should a few more times and then it hit me! Bad memories…Not my memories though. I thought about the horrible stories about kids making fun of other kids, bullying and such 😦 I’ll admit that when I was in school I had my fair share of insecurities, but I was never bullied at this school over them. In fact, at this school, every kid is just…a kid. There were a few small “clicks”, but not very many and even the people in those groups were nice to the other kids. It really is a great school as far as that goes. Everyone is accepted.

I tried to tell myself that I was inventing something that wasn’t there. But…I just couldn’t shake the feeling that there truly was 😦

It was at that time that I lost my temper and knew that I needed to exit the facility in order not to embarrass my children. Afterall, X is going into his senior year and I don’t want to ruin that for him. You see, when I lose my temper (which is an extremely very rare occasion), people part from me like the parting of the Red Sea. I am not very pretty when I blow up which is why I have managed my anger very well through behavior modification. I pray and leave the situation quickly.

After much prayer last night, I found peace. I’ve decided that I will be seeing these women on a regular basis now and that I need to at least find out their names. As the school year goes along, I will also find out why they were staring at us also. I’m just blunt like that 🙂

Chataloochee Village Farm Recreation

I just wanted to take a few minutes and share with you some pictures from our trip to North Carolina. This was my favorite spot we visited.  The Chataloochee Village Farm is a recreation site. It was so peaceful and historic. It touched my heart as it brought back many fond memories of my childhood 🙂 I hope you enjoy these pictures as much as I did taking them 🙂

🙂 Blessings

Funny How Things Just Hit You

As I sat drinking my beloved coffee this morning, I rummaged through a year’s worth of pictures so the before/after photographs could be posted of the house.  I am downright excited to publish a post of gratitude and rightfully thank everyone that has blessed our family over the last year.

As I was reviewing the first 1,000 photos or so, I was flat-out excited! Creating a folder to move the photos into and ensuring they were in the right order was not bothersome at this point. After an hour had passed, I had successfully completed my first pot of coffee.  I was amazed that I took so many pictures & had parsed through several thousand at this point. Going into my third hour, I was mentally exhausted. I was becoming frustrated at myself for taking so many pictures of everything under the sun. I questioned myself even, “why did I snap that?” “Did I think that was funny, cool, or that I’d never see it again?” “What is that?” I caught myself being upset with myself for clogging up my computer with pictures of random stuff when it hit me.

It is defined by: Wow, I’ve had a great year! I’m not including the boys or their feelings in this either. They may see the last year in a different way. Since they have become strange creatures others call teenagers, I can no longer speak for their feelings really. Would you allow me, gentle reader, to share this with you?

Please do not think me boasting or giving gratitude to anyone other than God! I have honestly had a great year of healing without even noticing I was. I mean, I’ve noticed sort of, but I took each day and placed it in its own little boxed adventure and hadn’t lined all the boxes up together to see the whole picture.

Over the last year: I went from thinking I was moving on with my life and realizing I hadn’t moved an inch

– to mourning the loss of my husband again

– to recovering from a nasty concussion (PCS)

– to beginning the heart wrenching work on the house

– to moving away from home

– to leaving state several times and seeing new places

– to meeting new people

– to realizing I had fallen in love again

– to watching the boys grow closer to each other and healing (PTSD & grief)

– to taking our first ever family vacation

– to learning a new trade (kind of)

– to definitely learning new skills

– to learning to open up and share myself with someone again

– to renewing my faith

– to really learning forgiveness (PTSD)

– to letting go of the anger (PTSD & grief)

– to helping a few friends along the way

– to meeting some cool people in other countries (you know who you are…Paul)

– to being a Mom again instead of working too many hours each week

– to bringing another child into our family

– to finally agreeing to “let it go” and just be.

And I documented all of this through my pictures. There are thousands of magical pictures with time stamps and GPS locations to remind me just how far I have come and how unquestionably blessed I have been and still am.

I am happy that I was side tracked while trying to locate all the photos of the house for you. I apologize that you must continue to wait too, cause I’m only good for one post per day per blog.

🙂 May God bless you

My little Sissy is growing up :’-(

There’s a big world out there, full of opportunity. There are no limits. You’re past doesn’t dictate who you will be. Grasp the future. Love can conquer all things. Never lose your sense of gratitude. Never forget from whence your help comes. Hold firmly your Faith & never let go. Smile 🙂

My little Sissy Nikki Lea is growing up.

I am so proud of her, the mother she has become, her career, her awesome husband, and the beautiful lady that she is.

This post may not mean anything to anyone other than she and I, but since this blog was started to satisfy her desire for me to document adventures, it doesn’t bother me at all 😉

Nikki Lea, I love you & Casey (and the babies of course!)

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Your family is beautiful and so are you!

I swear, we are not inbred!

Well, it appears as though my grand baby has been playing on my phone and possibly erased the largest part of this post. Excuse me a moment while I re-type it…

I swear, we are not inbred. Don’t listen to that kid!

Yesterday for Easter, the boys & I went to visit family. My oldest son wanted to introduce his girlfriend to his sisters, so we took her along with us. On the long trip, I heard him explaining to her several of the people she’d meet. This is how we became inbred in one very short conversation, hosted by a 15 yr old boy!

Just to set the genealogy straight, the boys have 4 sisters. 2 of which they are very close to & 2 that they do not see very much. On Easter we went to visit the 2 youngest girls (Audrey and Ashley) at their mom’s house (Vick – but the boys call her Bebe). Bebe has another daughter (Sheri – called She-she).

Sister Audrey’s Family: Audrey, Justin (boy friend) , Eli, Anikan, Mara

Sister Ashley’s Family: Ashley, Emmie, and Miles

Loving Friend Sheri’s Family: Sheri, Justin (boy friend), Triston

Dad’s Ex-wife Vicki’s Family: Vicki, David, Audrey, Ashley, Sheri

Loving Friend Deb (who is Vicki’s sister) Family: Deb and Allie

Now that this is laid out about as simple as I can, here is what my 15 yr old son told his girl friend. I placed a star next to the incorrect statements:

You’re gonna meet all 3 of my sisters. There’s Audrey, Ashley, and *She-she. Audrey lives with my *brother in law* Justin and they have a lot of kids. They have Eli, Mara, and Anny. Then there’s Ashley. She has Miles and Emmie. My other sister, *She-she is married to *my cousin Justin and *their kid is Triston. Their mom is my *aunt Bebe and she is married to my cousin David. Then there’s my *aunt Deb and her daughter Allie, *my cousin. Oh yeah, we are *part black, so if you’re racist, that’s not good.

And you don’t want to mess with me cause they all love me and would be very mad at you.

No one will see the humor in this that our family did, I am sure. But we laughed and laughed over this dissertation of our genealogy.

More Family Pictures by KD Photography

More Family Pictures by KD Photography

I am so tickle that Kristi has captured my little family for a year.  Here are some more great pictures that she captured for us at the park 🙂

My  boysNicky & Coley

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Memories, I recovered more!

While talking to a friend today, I recovered some awesome memories of my daddy!! I was instantly filled with joy 🙂

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Typewriter like the one I learned to type on at the music store

When I was a little girl, daddy had a music store called Halls Music. It was located on Commercial Park Dr where Regal Cinema Corporate offices are now. I loved going to the music store with daddy. He had more musican friends come in than customers. Every Saturday was Jam Day & people came from all over to sing, play, and jam down.

Dad’s music store was next door to Cantrell Heating & Air on one side and a paint store on the other side. Also in the strip mall was Ken Rowe’s Pharmacy, a hair salon, Domino’s Pizza, and Byron Bryant Attorney at Law.

I use to spend large parts of my days at Ken Rowe’s Pharmacy. I loved Ken, his wife, & their son. That’s where I ran into Archie Campbell one day. I stared at him from behind the prescription counter trying to figure out who he was. Ken leaned down and whispered to me that it wasn’t polite to stare. I apologized & asked who he was. Just then, Ken winked at me and called out, “Prescription for Archie Campbell”.

I jumped up and ran around the corner. Smiling I said, “Hey! You’re on Hee Haw!” Mr Campbell said, “Why yes honey, I am. Do you watch that show on TV?”  “OF COURSE.” I exclaimed. “My daddy is a musican & he’s famous!” (Well, that wasn’t entirely true. He was famous to me, but far from true fame.) Smiling he said, “What’s your daddy’s name honey? Maybe I know him.”

I stood up straight & proclaimed, “My daddy is Jim Hensley. He owns the music store next door.” Mr Campbell smiled even larger and asked, “would you take me to meet your dad? I’d like to say hello.”
I nodded my head in agreement and he followed me to the store. We walked in together and he followed behind me. Dad looked up from the guitar he was repairing & said, “Why, hello Archie. How are you buddy?”
“I’m great Jim. I just met your lovely daughter.” Archie answered.

I was stunned. They knew each other. Mr Campbell became my friend Archie that day as I sat on his knee and listened to hours of stories.

He said, “Your daddy may not be movie star famous, but honey, he is certainly a legend that I’ll never forget.” He told me stories about him and my dad in recording studios, at parties, and in church.

I laughed, smiled, and felt good inside on that day!

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Graceland, Lisa Marie, and the Guards

Graceland…So, I’m still in a reflective mode right now and feel like sharing another story. It’s celebration time, not mourning – so let the silly stories fly!

On our trip to Arkansas to see Patsy (mentioned in a previous post), Nick and Larry’s main purpose was to check on Patsy since some time had passed since she’d lost her husband to Cancer. Her husband was a mentor to Nick & Larry. His name was Bob from Billings Montana,man. Or, at least, that’s how they referred to him.
After surviving the tornado on the drive to her house, the guys sat up most of the night and talked to catch up with their dear friend. Coffee… we drank so much coffee that my eyes just wouldn’t close that night.
The next day, Patsy went to work, so Nick, Larry, and I went cruising around Jonesboro. There’s absolutely nothing in Jonesboro, AR. The land was flat. The city was not very citified either. After Patsy got home from work, we all went out. We stopped at a gas station to get cigarettes, pop, and other goodies. When we came back out of that store, Patsy’s car wouldn’t start. Patsy popped her hood and 2 guys that know nothing about cars started pushing and pulling on objects under the hood of Patsy’s Cadillac. (Elvis had a Cadillac) 🙂 Dumb luck prevailed, the car started, and we were mobile once more. By evening time, all were hungry and wanted to eat at “the best BBQ place around”. Uhm, I ate beans. They all appeared to love the BBQ meat though 🙂 Patsy smiled a lot that day and maybe even laughed harder than before too? One thing was for sure, Nick and Larry were hilarious together and they were good medicine for a good friend.

The next day, Patsy wanted to go to Graceland. Memphis? Did I hear Memphis? Elvis? Beale Street? Hell yeah!!
We hopped in Patsy’s car with Nick driving, and made Memphis in just a couple hours. We drove down Elvis Presley Blvd. We saw Graceland and I was in hunka hunka heaven! These guys didn’t know, but I had a major thing for Elvis and this trip meant the world to me! It was Oct 1995, and It could be yesterday in my mind all over again 🙂

First, we saw the Lisa Marie. This personal plane owned by Elvis was name after his daughter. Since we had the tour, I asked a billion questions, we took pictures, and I was flying high with thoughts of Elvis sitting in the seat I sat in on the plane.
We took the tour trolley across the street to Graceland, where we were wedged between several other out of town site seers. (Some of which forgot their deoderant.) Anyway, we finally made it inside. We saw the kitchen where the famous fried peanut butter & banana sandwiches were made, the jungle  room, several bedrooms, and guest area. Outside, the stables were lovely and full of Elvis’ collection of Guns and police badges. We stopped for a moment of silence at Elvis and his mother’s grave site (not really the actual graves), and waved goodbye to a legendary fairy tale.

Hoping back on the tour trolley, we came back across the street and checked out the Car Museum. Elvis had so many cars and motorcycles. I just had to touch one…so, Nick dared me to hop over the roped off area and lean on a Cadillac for a photo opp. I did. Alarms went off as soon as I touched it and I RAN!
Nick was busy pretending not to know me as I fled from the gaurds, ran inside the Lisa Marie and made like a tour guide 🙂 I don’t know if the security guards gave up or thought they’d lost me, but after I told those aboard the Lisa Marie what I could remember, I bowed out of the tour guide business and caught back up with Nick, Larry, and Patsy.

After we left Graceland, we went to Beale street. The music was so alluring. Blues blues blues…I desperately want to go back to Beale street!! (And that’s all I can share about that 😉

Graceland, Elvis, Memphis, and Beale Street Rocked!

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