Sheree's Blog – October 2010 Archive (6)

When I was little, I thought thunder and lightening were God's punishment for telling lies. Growing up has only served to reinforce this notion.

I had one of those amazingly simple childhoods that, at the time seemed somewhat bleak, but in hindsight was wonderful and magical and what I wish my own kids had experienced. Mother and Daddy married in 1945 after he'd been wounded in the war and sent home. They started a dairy farm in southwestern Arkansas and things went pretty well for quite a while. But by the time I came along (number four in the five-member sibling group) they'd lost the farm to drought and had moved back to North Texas… Continue

Skipping ahead a bit but this one was just "there" this morning and I needed to get it out of the way.



Her side:

“A ghost?”

Spoken more as a statement than a question with that look he reserves for my more “whackadoodle” comments and ideas.

“Yes. A ghost. I don’t know any other way to describe it. I was out in the garden…”

I might as well have been talking to a…

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Last evening I spent roughly 45 minutes on this challenge only to be outsmarted by... something. I'm not sure if it was my computer, the program used here, or what, but my entire blog disappeared in seconds when I hit the "preview" button. I don't remember half of what I wrote, we'd driven to Oklahoma City and back and I was totally gassed. I won't try to recreate it. I'm moving on to the next one. And even so it'll be alright.

This is a really hard challenge for me because music is so much a part of my every day and no one song or lyric fits me two days running. I use music to change my mood when things are too heavy or to bring on the tears when I'm in pain and can't cry. I've been caught dancing through my house, the grocery, and just about anywhere else, even when there's no music playing. I keep it all in my head!!



My music for winter is nothing like my summer music. And, like Christmas music, there are… Continue

He is a Leo, same as my dad was. But I don't think I view him as a father figure.



No, I'm certain I don't.



He was born in California; I don't hold that against him since he makes a better cowboy than any I've met here in Texas. Then too, they were cowboyin' out on the left coast long before it became cool to do so. And, like so many other things, they cowboy slow and easy out in California. Taking his time; I'd let him take his time. He… Continue