Two New Songs!

remember me telling you all about the sleepless nights due to this wonderful process of ageing? well the benefit is you have alot of time to let your mind run wild, so...... i now have two new songs that i'm actually pretty happy with. maybe i can get paul to record them for me! his goal is to record a song from each member of the family, so maybe i'll be in luck. not that i expect these songs to really go anywhere. it can be something you kids can all listen to when i get to the stage where i ask "who's guitar is that?" ok, that sounds really sad, even to me. sorry. you can delete that last comment. i think the Lord will rapture us all before that happens. love to all, mamma remund

Have We Met?

I use to think i knew myself pretty good. That was "then" and this is "now". Menopause is not for the weak at heart! i look at myself in the mirror and ask, "have we met?" there is this women looking back at me with gray hair and a belly that i swear looks like she's pregnant! when did that happen? You see girls, things happen, and then again, somethings don't ever happen again. One minute your warm, and the next your cold. remember how you always see those little old ladies with sweaters on even in July? I'm beginning to see the reasoning to those cute, (did i say "cute"?) baby blue, light pink, and faded white, with the missing button, sweaters. i carry extra jackets in the back seat of my truck at all times, you never know when you might need one. here's one to look forward to---sleep. it really should be noted that is not the sleep you may remember. it is now the lack of sleep that leaves you up all night thinking about the stupidest things. did you know that i can write full songs in the middle of the night? i do my best writing then. songs--- that's my next blog. back to the bed for now. my bed has almost become my enemy. i look longingly at my comfortable bed with my really nice water pillow, (yep, there is actually such a thing. i discovered the water pillow due to the neck problems at night. did you know that it is a "common" thing for "gently ageing people to have neck issues at night. ever wonder what those funny looking slanted pillows where all about? now you know) what was i talking about? oh yah, my bed. lets just say, i think it has it out for me. another thing to learn while navigating along this road. ok, here's a pleasent one: CHIN HAIR! how come no one ever tells you these things. i have a pact with my youngest daughter that if and when i ever end up in the hospital, she is to come prepared with tweezers in hand. no candy or flowers for this girl, how mortifying would that be to have friends show up and see there dear friend actually can grow a beard? well girls, i don't mean to scare you, but someone should tell you these things. i guess i should end this blog for now. it's getting late, not that that really matters. between my hubby now getting up 2-3 times a night to pee, and me waking up at every little noise, maybe i will envest in stock in noo doze and become rich! happy ageing everyone!

A House Filled With Music

that was one of the 50 things to be thankful for posted on my wall by my kids. It's true. Our home has always been filled with music. When the kids were younger, it was sometimes challenging. A radio in someones bedroom, a guitar and amp in another, drums beating away in the garage, and me with my notebook overflowing with music and chords, (cause i could never remember the songs, words and chords), zoning out in the living room plucking away on my guitar. God knew it would be this way, so He gave me the ability to be oblivious to all the noise----- I mean music. I guess that might explain why i hear a song in almost every conversation. Someone asks, "do you know...." before they can finish their sentence, POP in comes a song. "do you know the way to Santa Fe...". It happens all the time. My husband will call, " Barbie, come over here", i hear the song "Come just as you are....". I think I'm just wired for music.
And so, our home has always been filled with music. Music blasting by me when i would clean the house, much more motivating to do a job no one really wants to do. Music blasting in the garage with the many different bands the boys were in. Resist, Undefiled, the Band with no name, LX45, Letter Kills, etc. I no Mike was in a band with his buds, but the name escapes me at the moment. Music blasting from the girls' room. MUSIC.
It inspires me to pick up my guitar again, cut my finger nails and regain the callouses on the tips of my fingers. If I have been able to influence my kids in some small way, I'm glad it was with Music.
I wouldn't have it any other way.

I Forgot One Very Important Detail

One of the gifts I received was just before the birthday party. My youngest son and his new bride all of two months gave my their gift as we were driving to the party. It was a small round container filled with shredded confetti. As i opened it, I saw a painting from a little one, of which i assumed it was from my newest grandson (April's little four year old), I looked at it and thought it was so sweet for him to make his new grandma a t-shirt. My son was looking at me as if to say, "Well?" All of a sudden i realized the t-shirt was pretty small. As i lifted it out of it's neatly placed package, a tiny little "onesee" appeared. I never even read what the shirt said, how could I with tears filling my eyes.

"Happy Birthday Grandma, See You In Nine Months"

Well, I made It!

turning 50 really wasn't bad. I didn't think it would be though, as a number hasn't really been that much of a determining factor for me. 50 turned out to be more fun than I imagined. My kids all (the one's in California that is, not that the other two wouldn't have been a part of it if they could have) worked together to throw a night filled with lots of fun and wonderful fellowship. The food was amazing, along with all the birthday gifts. I had told my daughter to please tell everyone "no gifts, just them", but it missed getting on the invitation. Once i was opening them, i was really glad it didn't make the invite! I think one of my favorite things of the evening was how the house was decorated. You see, apart from the "fifty and still nifty" banner, there was a wall that read "fifty things to be thankful for". All over the living room there were 8x11 sheets of paper (50 of them to be exact) with so many things to be thankful for. A house filled with music, each one of my children's names, the grand kids names, Pastor John's teaching, (that one really got to me, I love my Pastor who has been so faithful to teach just the Word), My Bible, Grace, Peace in trials, .... the list goes on and on. Everything is still on the walls and it's now Tuesday. I want to enjoy it all for awhile. I wish the other two kids and their families could have been here. Then it would have been complete. To Christy, Paul and Justin, I love you all very much, thanks for making my 50th so memorable.

Lactose Intolerant

You would think it just wouldn't be worth it anymore, that after this many years, a person would finally have learned. Most people would, I think. Most people are smarter than that. Most people would know what is coming, and run, run really fast and never look back. Most people are unfortunatly not me. It reminds me of Lots Wife in the Bible, and we all know what happened to her! The call just keeps pulling me back. It tastes so good, smells so good, but the results are anything but good! There I am, left mouning and complaining, and all I have is myself to blame. I want to lash out and blame someone, anyone else but myself. That reminds me of someone else in the Bible who also blamed someone else, "the women You gave me Lord", and we all know what happened to them! So here I sit, agonizing over should I or shouldn't I. Sometimes the choice is in my favor, and sometimes it's not. Who ever came up with the slogan "Milk, it does a body good", never had to deal with the lactose issue to be sure! Maybe one day I will have finally learned, but I doubt that very much!

I Think I'm Turning Fifty?

Numbers are an interesting entity. Sometimes numbers mean good things, like when your 7 almost 8, even though you may have just had your birthday last month! Or when you turning 18, the magical number of all youth who feel once they hit the number 18 "wallah", their life will now be filled with everything they had ever hoped for, until they check out the cost to rent their own place along with all the expenses that comes with. At 24 I think you actually begin to "get it". You now are filled with all the knowledge (not the same knowledge you had when you were 15 and knew all things), it must have taken your parents to just keep food in the house and the light switches always glowing brightly. At 24 you long to be 7 almost 8 with not a care in the world. No bills of your own, no worries of car problems, or how your going to find another roommate! Then you hit 30! That is cautious number to stumble upon. You know that your 20's are over and your now an official adult! No more excuses can be had. You hope life is smooth sailing from here on out. Kids, spouse, (hopefully) and all the things family life has to offer. 40's fly on by and you look around and someone is attaching the number 50 to YOU. That just can't be? Numbers have never been a real concern of mine, I usually have to count back from the year I was born just to figure out how
old I am. So I can't really say how I will feel about turning this number named 50, I will have to get back to you when the impending day arrives.