One of my favorites is my Dad taking us kids fishing. He would take us fishing during the summers at a lake where you paid for the fish that you caught by the pound. The other day I mentioned these fishing excursions to him and couldn't believe what he told me. We always baited our hooks with canned corn but, evidently, my Dad never baited his hook so that we could afford to keep all of the fish that us kids caught (which was alot).
Showing posts with label Dad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dad. Show all posts
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
My Daddy is the bestest!!
I have been in such a nostalgic mood lately. I have been reliving so many incredible childhood memories in my head.
One of my favorites is my Dad taking us kids fishing. He would take us fishing during the summers at a lake where you paid for the fish that you caught by the pound. The other day I mentioned these fishing excursions to him and couldn't believe what he told me. We always baited our hooks with canned corn but, evidently, my Dad never baited his hook so that we could afford to keep all of the fish that us kids caught (which was alot).
How awesome is my Dad?!?!?!
One of my favorites is my Dad taking us kids fishing. He would take us fishing during the summers at a lake where you paid for the fish that you caught by the pound. The other day I mentioned these fishing excursions to him and couldn't believe what he told me. We always baited our hooks with canned corn but, evidently, my Dad never baited his hook so that we could afford to keep all of the fish that us kids caught (which was alot).
Friday, September 9, 2011
My reflections of September 11th
Since I won't be near a computer over the weekend, I've decided to share my reflections of September 11th with you today. These were my own personal memories and experiences from that day. It is still very painful to even think about that day. There are still some of my memories and experiences from that time that I cannot share.
I woke up early that day because I couldn't sleep. I had tossed and turned for nearly an hour before deciding to get up. I went into the living room and turned on the television and flipped to the news. The first plane had already hit the first tower and the initial reports were that it was a missile. I was stunned.
Then the second plane hit the second tower and I was horrified. I began to panic. Were we under attack? Was this the beginning of a war? Why was this happening?
I called the Hot Tamale at work to let him know what was happening. I called my parents to let them know what had happened because they don't watch television. That was when I really got scared. That was the first time in my entire life that I remember hearing fear in my parents' voices. I finally broke down in sobs and pleaded with them to tell me how we would ever be able to get through this. They talked about the day that JFK was assassinated and how everyone walked around in a state of shock for days and weeks and months afterward, completely shell-shocked. But they also reassured me that we would get through it and that it would be something that would stay with us for the rest of our lives.
I then called my sister, Wonder Woman, as she was in the military at that time and would be headed to her job on base. Since she had been on her way to work when the first attacks took place, she didn't know that much about what was going on. As we were talking, reports of the plane hitting the Pentagon were coming in and I told her what had happened. She hollered the news to those around her and I could hear a commotion ensue. People running. People yelling. They needed to start accounting for their personnel. They needed to start backing up computers. I had to get off the phone. I didn't want to hang up with her as I was afraid that I would never talk to her again. But I had to because she had a job to do.
I called my parents again to let them know that my sister was okay. Then my stepson, the Thespian, woke up. I had to tell him what had happened but still reassure him that we were going to be okay. How was I supposed to tell a child about the horrific events that had transpired when I couldn't even make sense of it myself?
He later told me that his first memory of that tragic day was of me, standing in the hallway, with big, tear-filled eyes, peering out from a completely ashen and horror-stricken face, and with trembling voice, telling him that we had been attacked but that I wasn't sure what was happening. I had him go ahead and get ready for school.
I continued to watch the news coverage while I prepared for work. I knew this would be the end of our world as we had known it. Then came the news of the plane going down in a field near Shanksville, PA. It had possibly been headed to Camp David. My heart shattered into a million pieces at the overwhelming feeling of loss. So many had died and I knew that. And not knowing exactly what was going on or what to do was very disconcerting.
I tried to compose myself and get the Thespian off to school. Then I called the Hot Tamale again and asked him what I should do with his son. I couldn't leave him at school. We both worked far enough away from the school and if something were to happen, we wouldn't be able to get to him. We both agreed that I would go and check him out of school and take him with me to work.
When I arrived at his school, there was a stream of parents who were already there to take their children out of school.
Most of the rest of that day was a blur. I continually watched and listened to the news coverage. For hours. For days. For weeks. For months. I didn't lose anyone close to me that day, yet I still felt a very profound loss. I think we all did. The entire world.
But there is actually a bittersweet story from that day. It was the first time that I ever spoke to my Baby Bro. He had been raised by another family back in the Washington DC area. His parents worked in positions that would give them reason to periodically be in the Pentagon. I called their home to make sure they hadn't been there that day. He answered the phone and I knew immediately that it was him. I had never spoken to him before but I just knew it was him . . . my Baby Brother. Once we had established that his parents were safe and sound, we started to talk. We talked about everything as though we had never lived apart. We were like old friends. I think we talked for about 5 or 6 hours that night. If that tragic day had never happened, I don't know if I would have ever established any sort of tie with my Baby Brother. But now, he's like my best friend.
He went on to join the Marines as the result of September 11th and served a tour of duty in Iraq.
Wonder Woman also went on to serve a tour of duty in Kuwait.
Still, to this day, I am still shell-shocked when I see images from that day. I have had other memories from that day that are still too painful to share . . .10 years later.
I woke up early that day because I couldn't sleep. I had tossed and turned for nearly an hour before deciding to get up. I went into the living room and turned on the television and flipped to the news. The first plane had already hit the first tower and the initial reports were that it was a missile. I was stunned.
Then the second plane hit the second tower and I was horrified. I began to panic. Were we under attack? Was this the beginning of a war? Why was this happening?
I called the Hot Tamale at work to let him know what was happening. I called my parents to let them know what had happened because they don't watch television. That was when I really got scared. That was the first time in my entire life that I remember hearing fear in my parents' voices. I finally broke down in sobs and pleaded with them to tell me how we would ever be able to get through this. They talked about the day that JFK was assassinated and how everyone walked around in a state of shock for days and weeks and months afterward, completely shell-shocked. But they also reassured me that we would get through it and that it would be something that would stay with us for the rest of our lives.
I then called my sister, Wonder Woman, as she was in the military at that time and would be headed to her job on base. Since she had been on her way to work when the first attacks took place, she didn't know that much about what was going on. As we were talking, reports of the plane hitting the Pentagon were coming in and I told her what had happened. She hollered the news to those around her and I could hear a commotion ensue. People running. People yelling. They needed to start accounting for their personnel. They needed to start backing up computers. I had to get off the phone. I didn't want to hang up with her as I was afraid that I would never talk to her again. But I had to because she had a job to do.
I called my parents again to let them know that my sister was okay. Then my stepson, the Thespian, woke up. I had to tell him what had happened but still reassure him that we were going to be okay. How was I supposed to tell a child about the horrific events that had transpired when I couldn't even make sense of it myself?
He later told me that his first memory of that tragic day was of me, standing in the hallway, with big, tear-filled eyes, peering out from a completely ashen and horror-stricken face, and with trembling voice, telling him that we had been attacked but that I wasn't sure what was happening. I had him go ahead and get ready for school.
I continued to watch the news coverage while I prepared for work. I knew this would be the end of our world as we had known it. Then came the news of the plane going down in a field near Shanksville, PA. It had possibly been headed to Camp David. My heart shattered into a million pieces at the overwhelming feeling of loss. So many had died and I knew that. And not knowing exactly what was going on or what to do was very disconcerting.
I tried to compose myself and get the Thespian off to school. Then I called the Hot Tamale again and asked him what I should do with his son. I couldn't leave him at school. We both worked far enough away from the school and if something were to happen, we wouldn't be able to get to him. We both agreed that I would go and check him out of school and take him with me to work.
When I arrived at his school, there was a stream of parents who were already there to take their children out of school.
Most of the rest of that day was a blur. I continually watched and listened to the news coverage. For hours. For days. For weeks. For months. I didn't lose anyone close to me that day, yet I still felt a very profound loss. I think we all did. The entire world.
But there is actually a bittersweet story from that day. It was the first time that I ever spoke to my Baby Bro. He had been raised by another family back in the Washington DC area. His parents worked in positions that would give them reason to periodically be in the Pentagon. I called their home to make sure they hadn't been there that day. He answered the phone and I knew immediately that it was him. I had never spoken to him before but I just knew it was him . . . my Baby Brother. Once we had established that his parents were safe and sound, we started to talk. We talked about everything as though we had never lived apart. We were like old friends. I think we talked for about 5 or 6 hours that night. If that tragic day had never happened, I don't know if I would have ever established any sort of tie with my Baby Brother. But now, he's like my best friend.
He went on to join the Marines as the result of September 11th and served a tour of duty in Iraq.
Wonder Woman also went on to serve a tour of duty in Kuwait.
Still, to this day, I am still shell-shocked when I see images from that day. I have had other memories from that day that are still too painful to share . . .
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Wallow Fire in Arizona
This is a picture of the Wallow Fire currently burning in Eastern Arizona. (This picture was NOT taken by me.) There are thousands who have been displaced by this fire and who may have lost their homes or, at the very least, have had to deal with the stress of being out of their homes. There have also been many with special needs who have been evacuated who cannot go to a regular shelter. This fire is 0% contained and has burned over 600 square miles and at least 16 structures.
Anyone who wants to help can do so through many charities - mainly the Salvation Army and the Red Cross. But you may also check with whatever church you belong to and see if they have anything in place. But most of all, pray for the safety of those putting their lives on the line to fight this fire as well as the many who are currently battling other wildfires. Pray for the safety and well-being of those who are being affected by these fires. Pray for moisture to be sent to the southwest where it is so desperately needed. That is what is probably needed the most. Pray. Light candles at your church. Attend prayer meetings. Pray in whatever form that you practice.
Times like these bring out the best in people as well as the worst. There are many who will try to take advantage of those who have been affected by this fire and the other fires that are currently burning throughout the southwest. Be very cautious of the "charities" that you may go through as there may be many out there that are scams.
I live in an area many miles away from the Wallow Fire but was in the area when the Rodeo-Chedeski Fire occurred back in 2002 and had to be evacuated. I also remember, as a child, camping in the Porter Mountain area in Lakeside, AZ, during a forest fire and having to be evacuated. We had to drive out through the fire in a pickup truck that had several campers in the bed that were covered with wet blankets and sleeping bags. My Dad never stopped or slowed down driving through that fire. He had the lives of others who depended on him, including the lives of 3 of his children. He got ALL of us out of harm's way, safe and sound. Ironically, that particular fire got within 2 feet (yes feet) of the campsite but didn't do any damage.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Did anyone else know . . .?
In honor of the upcoming royal wedding, I have been doing research online about various members of the royal family.
Was anyone else aware that the Queen Mother had passed away in 2002 at the age of 101 ??? I guess I just do not remember ever hearing about it. I had been wondering what she was up to these days. Now I know.
The Queen Mum was a very interesting woman (Just look her up on Wikipedia). She had a dry sense of humor and was always smiling. She seemed pretty down-to-earth and sometimes was known to go against the norm. Queen Elizabeth II could pick up a thing or two from her mother.
Speaking of Queen Elizabeth, I was looking through a scrapbook that belongs to my Dad and in there, was a birthday card from his sister. It had a picture of Queen Elizabeth and her husband, Philip, on it. It was signed from "Liz and Phil". I just found that to be so hysterical. My Dad's family members have very dry senses of humor also.
In closing, I just have one question for which I've never heard an answer - why do so many Brits have such terrible teeth (look @ the Queen Mum's)?
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