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6/23/2019

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I'M NOT VERY GOOD AT MAKING SPECIFIC PLANS.   JUST MEET ME UNDER THE SKY SOMEWHERE AND BE ALIVE WITH ME.

                                                           Victoria Erickson

Been busy. I actually had some things on my social schedule that involved both family and friends.  Last Monday I met with an old friend, Sue. K., who was Alec's speech therapist for several years. What a gal. It was so nice to have her visit The Woodbridge Building and get to talk. She has been a staunch supporter of our quest for opening a day habitation center for autistic people, from the time she heard of it. She also gave me a valuable lead for getting some important information. This is how we roll . . . being helped out by so many people in the know.   Thanks, Lady.

Tuesday through Friday, I had Alec as my day-time partner in crime, since his nanny was out of state. We did our usual hitting Goodwill, stopping at some garage sales, and eating out. Yes, one of those lunches was "the best restaurant in the world" according to my grandson . . . Burger King. I could live without it, but he sure likes their food. We also went to Dairy Queen for an ice cream break. Then we cleaned his man cave in his basement, sorting his movie collection. He has approximately 1,000 DVDs and VHS tapes. I'm not kidding. At one point, I tripped a bit on something laying on the floor and Alec's response was "Oh my Lord! Are you alright? Oh my Lord!" 

On Tuesday late afternoon, I did some major lawnmowing, and in the process, lost my emergency Great Call alarm (you know, the "I fell and I can't get up" necklace) that I wear. It had fallen off somewhere, so Wednesday morning, Alec and I walked all the places I had mowed. Unfortunately, that consisted of a couple of acres total, but he stuck with me and was a good helper.  But we couldn't find it. Then, the next day, Hubby went looking for it. After walking all the property that Alec and I had already covered, the very last area he looked at . . .  he found it! NOTE: A few years ago he walked miles along Interstate 380. looking for a gold knob that had fallen off the two-poster metal headboard that I was bringing home in the back of my truck. I saw it fly off, but didn't stop. He went out and looked where I had told him it was probably at. After a long time, by golly, he found the darn thing!  Unbelievable! But while looking, he had a patrol car stop and ask him what in the world he was doing, and I think some of our friends driving the interstate pulled over to see if he was in need of help.  hehehe What a guy!

Yesterday was a fun day. Hubby decided to cook up a mess of fish from his fishing trip. Kids and grandkids were all here. Dan had come from Minnesota to see his girls, so we all had a good visit.  Abby picked a few flowers for me so I stuck them in a "country" vase.
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 BF-SIL-PIC (Best Friend - Sister-in-law - Partner In Crime) and I dashed into Theisen's the other night when we learned that their lawn and garden department had everything marked 50% off. Whoo hoo! Score! I have awful luck in tending annuals each year, but I always give it the old college try. So far they are hanging in there. My plant of choice this year is the geranium. But, oh my, you have to deadhead those suckers every day. As soon as some of the blossoms start turning brown, you are supposed to snap that stem off so more blossoms will develop.

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Went and got my frizzy hair trimmed Friday evening. It looks better. Not good, but better. I must admit that I am enjoying not wearing a wig all the time. I baked a cake and brownies yesterday for the fish fry, and didn't have to worry about melting my hairdo when I opened the oven door. And, while riding the mower, it felt wonderful feeling the wind in my hair. Ah, what little things we appreciate when we get back to normal.

OMG! Got an email from friend Jodi from California. You remember her . . .  the gal whom I think her truck parts company should put her on a calendar. She's coming to Iowa in a few weeks! Look out, everybody, the Granny Club is gonna party like it's 1970 again. The gals (and a few brave guys) of Alburnett High School - Class of 1970 will be on the loose again.  Well, until about 9:30 or 10:00 and then we will all have to go home and go to bed. NOTE:  Wait . . . wait . . . 1970 was 49 years ago.

Oh my Lord!!!! 

                                                    GOD BLESS YOU ALL AND GOD BLESS OUR COUNTRY

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SHOULD I BE WORRIED?

6/7/2019

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  IS THERE ANYTHING SHE CAN'T HANDLE?

She has been broken.
She has been knocked down.
She has been defeated.
She has felt the pain that most can't handle.

She looks fear in the face.
Year after year. Day after day.
But yet, she never runs.
And she always finds a way to get back up.
She is unbreakable.
She is a warrior.
She is a lioness.

SHE'S YOU.

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Sister Sandy put this on Facebook for me. Thank you. But this describes several women I know, including Sandy who lost her wonderful husband several years ago, leaving her a young widow.

Hubby just got back from a week-long fishing trip to North Dakota. While he was gone, I got lots done,
Mowing several properties. Power washing the deck and the old wood door to one of our garages. Speaking of that garage door, I had an epiphany . . .  after I laboriously gave it a fresh coat of white paint. That door was crappy when we moved here 47 years ago, and it's still crappy. Actually, the only thing holding it together is the paint! My brilliant thought was this . . .  why haven't we just bought a new door??????  Ya think? 

I also gave my fridge a thorough cleaning. And I am here to tell you that I saw things that should never be seen in a refrigerator!   ewwwwww.  I'm sure there were some unsanitary items in there. SHOULD I BE WORRIED? 

​ I literally took out all the drawers and shelves and scrubbed everything. Wow, amazing what kind of junk can leak under drawers and fall into the cracks. THEN, there was putting it all back together. I knew I should have taken a before picture to see how everything was.  My fridge has this crazy part that holds the bottom drawers apart and it is tricky to get it back in while relocating the drawers. I was hunched over, sitting on a chair, leaning into the insides of that darn thing (since I can't bend down and crouch anymore) to work on it. I was cussing and growling for 45 minutes trying to get that put back together.  Finally, I hollered, "Dear Lord, give me the strength and ability to get this damn thing done!"  And it all snapped together perfectly. Haven't I told you there is power in prayer? How lovely that God answered me at my worst. 

Another project I managed to take care of concerned my stock pile of hosta plants. When we sold Dad's farm in 2014, I dug up lots of his hostas and stuck them in the ground at my place, I had "holding" areas around my yard. On a hillside, I placed several plants in a neat 6 foot by 13 foot area. Hubby insisted that it looked like a graveyard!  Well, all the plants are dug up and sitting in a huge row of buckets at The Woodbridge Building. Jenna and Joe are planning on helping me get them in the ground down there this weekend. Yippee. Landscaping on a budget. I may also get my new mailbox put up for the building,
Good things are happening! 

I've had some lovely renter people down at Woodbridge the last several weekends. I really appreciate how the community is taking such good care of my "happy place". Oh, and I did get the sign up. Hubby worked on it for 2 hours while I was in town the other day. He did it all by himself. Amazing.

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Well . . . I am trying to be brave and not wear my wigs. Unfortunately, my real hair is fugly, Yup, kids I am now sporting a "fro". My hair came in curly (like a really bad permanent) but when I comb through it, it turns fuzzy and fluffy and . . . fro-ey. I choose not to post an update picture. It's that bad. Really.

One more little note I want to leave you with. While cleaning my above mentioned fridge, I looked closely at a carton of chicken salad that I bought the other day. The expiration is for August 3, 2019. Folks, that is two months from the time I bought it. What in the world kind of preservatives are they putting in our food. Holding good for two months? CHICKEN SALAD???   I seriously doubt that.
                                     


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Again . . . SHOULD I BE WORRIED?

​                                    GOD BLESS YOU ALL AND GOD BLESS OUR COUNTRY

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