My Hometown


My hometown is a place that brings me comfort.  It is a town of approx. 700.  It is a place where everyone knows everyone and probably their secrets, too.

My parents moved to this little town when I was 3 years old. We came from a large city. This was probably quite a shock to them when they first came.  I don’t even remember living in the city, so this little town is all I know.

I attended school here from kindergarten to senior year here in this little town.  I met my husband and got married in this little town.  I had my children and now they attending school in this little town.  I know the parents to all of my children’s friends because I probably went to school with them myself.

I love the sunset over hay fields and sitting at the local gas station eating an ice cream cone.  I know almost everyone in the grocery store when I go and we are true fans of the high school team.  I have been on every back road and swam in the local rivers and streams.  I have wonderful fond memories of this little town and it is close to my heart.

My hometown.

Strike Three! You’re Out!

This is the final installment of my 3 post series.  I have linked my other two posts so you can catch up on the story.

Strike One!

Strike Two!

We had managed to enjoy a full day of Saturday fun on our rough start of a camping trip.  We went swimming, floating, ate dinner, and of course enjoyed the required Smores that makes it a true campfire experience.  After eating, the campfire was circled with lawn chairs as we all sat around and visited. We were introduced to two new camp games.

The first being “High-Low.” Everyone takes turns around the circle and shares their High for the day and their Low for the day.  As a mother, I enjoy this very much.  I love hearing my children talk about the things that made their day and also the things that they didn’t enjoy very much.  Even on our last camping trip we forgot to share at the campfire, so we all lay in our tent side by side, so we did our High-Low before we went to bed.

The second game isn’t necessarily just a camping game.  It is called, “I’ve Never.”  Everyone holds up 5 fingers and you take turns going around the circle saying something that you have never done.  If you have done the thing stated, you have to put down a finger.  So, to win the game you should be the last one left with a finger up.

Anyway, on Sunday morning we awoke and were all sitting around sleepily. There were adults sitting around drinking coffee, so we decided to make hot chocolate for the children to drink. Since, I’m not a coffee drinker, I chose to drink the hot chocolate.  I sat in my camp chair admiring the fire.  My third child, a little girl that was four at the time, woke up and sat next me in her little princess camp chair.  She wanted my hot chocolate to drink, so I handed it to her.  She took a drink and sat with it in her hand.  The next thing I knew she dozed back off in her chair and spilled the hot chocolate all over her legs.  The hot chocolate was so hot that she started to scream.  I picked her up and immediately adults were running around trying to help.  One person grabbed the water container to pour over her.  Another ran to get the first aid kit.  When we poured the water over her leg, the skin just peeled off.  We laid her across the table and put burn medicine on her leg.

Strike Three!

When we left later that day, we decided that the burn was to severe.  We ended up in the ER.  She had a second degree burn from that hot chocolate.  The doctor gave us silver dine ointment and gauze wrap to keep it covered.

It was certainly an eventful camping trip that we will never forget.  After all of this, we have been camping again and have learned to love our trips.

What’s Your Yolk

I am a mother of four.  I am a working mother of four.  I am a busy working mother of four.

Because of this, there are not many opportunities to spend quality one on one time with my kiddos.  I certainly get lots of family time with all six of us together and doing things, but there are times when just need to spend a day with one of the kids.

It is during these times that you really get to have conversations with your kids and get to know them the person.  Where you can have conversations that only relate to them and their interests, concerns, goals, and dreams. I have two boys and two girls.  Four children with completely different personalities.

My oldest son is a mystery to me.  He is very quiet and never really shares information about his thoughts with his father and I.  He loves to joke around with us, play games, and watch tv, but he vows to never have a serious conversation in his entire life.  (Let’s see how that works out for him.) He is 20 and still lives at home with us, but works 40 hours a week and is a member of the National Guard.  So, he is very responsible and pays his own bills.  We are very proud of him. There have been times that I have even said that I feel like I don’t even know him very well because of the fact that he doesn’t really talk about his feelings.  He is a hard egg to crack.


The next oldest is a daughter and she has become my best friend.  There was a time during her preteen years that I didn’t enjoy her attitude at all. But as time went by, she and I have become very close.  She was always willing to tell me every little detail of her day.  I never had to pull information from her. We enjoy shopping, cooking, watching tv, crafting, movie watching, and many other things.  She is almost 19 years old and she is growing into an independent woman.  When we have time together she was shares about her relationship, college classes, work and future plans. She is not a hard egg to crack; her yolk is all over.


The third in the list is another daughter that is in the midst of the preteen years.  She is at the stage where I am just now beginning to enjoy her after the preteen attitude has started to subside.  She has the most tender loving heart that I have every known.  She loves to please people and wants to make the people that she loves proud.  When I am able to spend time with her, she wants to go shopping or do crafts.  She loves to create and make things.  She is a soft boiled egg.


The baby of the family is a boy and he is completely hysterical.  He is the comic relief of the group.  I never know what he will say or do at times.  He is 10 years old and I completely love this age because he is starting to become his own person with his own thoughts about things.  He doesn’t really share much with me but when I get him alone, I am able to have conversations with him that I value a lot.  Just the other day, him and I went to town alone and he starts telling me about school and what he likes about it and what he doesn’t.  He starts telling me about books that they are reading in class and I just love it.  Then, he turns his conversations to things that his friends have told him and asks questions that he has.  In the end, our conversation turns to God and what heaven will be like.  This was the best time I have had in a very long time. He doesn’t much until I get him alone and then he softens.  He is a hard boiled egg.

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All of them so very different, but I enjoy each and every one of them.  I love spending time with them and being their mom.


Dear Comfy Bed

To my Comfy Bed,

I’m awakened by the annoying buzzing of my alarm clock.  The buzz is silenced by the push of my snooze button.  My body drifts back to dreamland only to woke up again by the buzzing.  I know that I need to get up and leave you and start getting ready, but you are so inviting.  However, my better judgement overcomes the need to remain in bed.

We will meet again after a busy day of life’s ups and downs.


Your Loyal Friend

Feather Fetish

Yesterday, while reading some of the posts in my reader, I came across closedmouth0’s post for writing 101 assignment 7. When I read her post about her experience with her little boys, it reminded me of something that happened when one of my kids were little.

My daughter, Riley, was probably about 3 years old and we got up early to attend church services on a beautiful day.  Typically, kids spend time playing in the churchyard and that day was not any different.  The sun was shining and were certainly feeling the blessings of the Lord that day.

My husband and I were standing around visiting with friends while the kids were playing.  The kids were running in and out of the adult groups laughing and playing the entire time.  I look around and I couldn’t find my little Riley.  I walked around the church to find her and there she stood with her back towards me.

That morning, I had dressed her in a cute little blue corduroy jumper dress that had a little pocket in the front with Winnie the Pooh and Piglet stitched on it.  Riley had her dark brown hair in a ponytail that curled slightly at the ends. When she was little, Riley fell in love with anything that was soft to the touch.  She loved feathers, satin, plush, and soft fleece.  There were many times that she would carry around a soft bath mat or pick a blooming flower just to rub it on her cheek.

Anyway, back to our beautiful Sunday afternoon.  Riley turns around with the little smile and her hand was strategically placed over the pocket on her dress.  I didn’t really think much about it as we walked back around to her dad.  We stopped right in the front of the group as they visited a while longer.  As we stood there, I looked back down and my little darling was still holding her hand over that pocket.  I reached down and removed her hand.  Under her hand, there were a few black feathers poking out the top of the pocket.  I pulled the pocket away from the dress to see what was inside of her pocket and it was nothing other than a dead bird.  She had picked up the dead bird from the churchyard and thought it would be a great treasure.

I love this little girl and her little quirks.  She has always been a free spirit that has big dreams.

The added picture is of this beautiful girl (who is now a young lady) and her handsome older brother (who is now soldier in the National Guard)  So many blessings.

Two of my kiddos (1998)

Two of my kiddos (1998)

The Back Deck

My house has a wonderful large deck on the back.  This deck is probably 25 ft. long and has a lot of potential to be a haven after a day of chaos.  However, this space is a blank slate that I have never really given my decorator touch.  I have a vision in my mind what this space could look like and more importantly what ambiance it would create.

At this time, the deck isn’t covered.  This would be my first wish in regards to the deck.  I would love to be able to sit outside during a soft rain and enjoy.  It would also create a shaded area in those hot summer afternoons.  After adding a roof to my deck I would string some decorative globe lights to add some useful lighting while creating mood lighting.

Secondly, I would like to update my outdoor furniture.  I currently have a patio table with six woven chairs.  This is necessary for my family of six, in order for everyone to have a spot to sit. I would love to add a lounge chair that would make a great spot for outdoor napping.  This lounge chair would a have a thick cushion for comfort.  I would also like to add a side table in between two cushioned chairs for added seating.

I would like to have an outdoor rug that would offer a relaxing, comfortable living environment.  I want to have the coziness of the indoor spaces on my outside deck.

I can imagine myself grilling some delicious chicken breasts on the grill and sipping on a drink of my choice.  This space would be great for entertaining and hosting get-togethers.

My deck already has a great view with a overlooking view of the backyard that has been freshly mowed.  The smell of that cut grass fills the air along with the smell of the grill. Just beyond the yard, there is a small stream and a patch of trees that host small animals. It is a beautiful sight to watch.

One day I will have this area to enjoy, but for now I enjoy the vision in my dreams.

The Opposite of Me

One of the most interesting people that I have met recently would have to be a coworker of mine.

At first I didn’t really visit or talk with her much, but as the last year passed that changed.  I also started following this person on social media and got a closer look into her personality; as well as her family.  I was able to see her humorous side.

I believe that this person intrigued me because I felt like she almost had the opposite personality than I have.  She was able to speak her mind and say things without thinking about the repercussions of her words.  She was never viewed as rude or spiteful.  I admired this trait.

I always choose my words carefully when talking with others.  I worry about the way that I come across to people. There are days that I wish could speak my mind or tell someone exactly how I feel about different situations, but I am a people pleaser. It is completely out of my comfort zone to do so.

I admire people who can speak their mind and be bold in different areas of their life.

The Music in Me

I don’t think that anyone realizes the impact that music has in our lives.  I love music so very much.  Music can heal the soul and it certainly has mine at times. Sometimes, I pretend that my life is indeed a musical in motion. I could be in the kitchen and I suddenly break into song.  I may have even passed this trait on to my youngest son.  He once broke into his own song titled, “Everybody Loves Cheese”  He is so hysterical. So, when I think over the thousands of songs that I L-O-V-E, it is almost impossible to pick the few that are most important in my life.  I’m not sure if I can say if these are the ones that made the most impact, but that are certainly some of my favorites.  Let’s if I can narrow this down. 1. I have to name “Summer Lovin’.” I believe that this has to be on the list because as a preteen girl I was literally obsessed with the musical Grease. I could sit and quote every line and song in the entire movie.  One funny thing about this movie though is that the version of the movie that I watched was the public television version.  So, it had been edited and censored.   When I finally became an adult and watched the theater version of the movie, I realized that the movie was quite risque. This song and movie intrigued me as a young girl in love with the idea of love.  I so wanted a guy to love me so much that he would break into song about it.  (By the way, this has not yet happened.)

2. Perfect by Pink has to be on the list.  My daughter suffers from a low self esteem.  I have always tried to let her know how great she is.  She is perfect in every single way.  This song brought that message in another way.  In the song, part of lyrics state, “Pretty, pretty please don’t you ever, ever feel like you are less than perfect.”  There were times that I would randomly send her a text message saying, “Pretty, pretty please.”

3.  Roll on by Alabama makes me think of my father.  My father was a truck driver and this song makes me think about him.  My father has been gone now for 18 years.  It is hard to believe that.  I miss him and think about how things would be different if he were still around.  He never got to be around his grandchildren and I wonder what kind of grandfather he would have been.  He never really knew us as adults and got to see his children succeed in their professions.  I miss him more than I realize. This is not even the tip of the iceberg when it comes to my favorite songs. However, these songs do mean something special to me. This is the music in me!

On Top of the Rock

When I reflect on the places that I’ve been and the things that I’ve seen, one place in particular gives me the most peace.  This place is not somewhere that costs money or requires fancy clothes by all means.  However, it is the feeling that I get when I’m there that makes me love this area.

This place is Rocky Falls in Missouri.

rocky falls

Rocky Falls is a protected National Park that is a small place that is probably unknown to many.  It certainly isn’t easy to get to, but I guarantee you that the travel time will be worth it.

It seems that when my life gets at it’s most troublesome times, I want to go visit Rocky Falls.  There is something about this majestic place that heals me.  The natural waterfall almost feels that it is able to wash my worries away with it.  One of my favorite things is to sit on top of the rock in an area that allows the water to flow around me.  When I sit on top of this rock, I feel closer to God than I do in most places.  I believe that beauty around me and the peace that calms my soul, cannot be anything other the hands of God.

Rocky Falls empties out into a great swimming hole that is enjoyed by many.  My children love this place, as well. It is a great place to have a family day of fun.  We usually visit when we go camping.  So, we pack a picnic lunch and enjoy a wonderful summer day.

The only disclaimer that I give is “Spring water is C-O-L-D.”