Monday, July 3, 2017

Holidays

These blogs are getting too complicated for me. Something is wrong with this one. It seems to be okay if I open it with the Internet Explorer, but if I open it with Chrome it's a mess. I have no idea how it looks to others.
People have moved on, why look at a blog when you can hear from everyone on Facebook. If you agree with this say amen. All those sentimental plaques are okay, but when you see fifty of them a day it gets a little much. If you agree with this say amen. If you have someone in heaven say amen. If you don't say, amen, does it mean they are in hell? If anyone that has reached adulthood, you can be assured they have lost a loved one so we all have someone in heaven. If you agree say amen.
My parents attended a little country Pentecostal church when I was a youth.  One corner of the church was called the amen corner. I doubt if that was an official title, but those men that sat in that corner said amen a lot. I think Facebook has an amen corner.
Since it's a holiday day I have nothing to do but wait for the end of the day and tomorrow will be the holiday so I will sit that one out as well.
Have a Happy Holiday !!!!
Sassy says, share this and say amen.






Monday, June 19, 2017

Horses and Harness

This is Ray Lockwood, my brother in his youth.

He's probably pretending he is a movie star acting out a role. He owned the horse named Sox. Life was a little different then, you created your own entertainment.
Horses are smart so why did man teach them that Gee means right and Haw means left. If the truth be known a horse may as well be taught left and right and forget the Gee and Haw. I guess you need to know horse language if you're going to own a horse unless of course your horse is the famous Mr. Ed.
(now, wasn't that cute)
I now need to wear a mask called a CPAP and when I put it on and cinch it up for a tight fit I think of a horse wearing his headgear. 
HeeHaw I'm outta here. Gee Haw Whoa.








Saturday, June 10, 2017

Pets

This is Minnie, a wirehaired dachshund, she grew old and had to die. The only thing she seemed to be afraid of was a broom. She would hide out under the bed when the broom came out. I truly believe she had been abused with a broom before I came into her life. She required a lot of grooming. She was so short her belly dragged through the grass. I was constantly trying to keep her clean. When winter came and the snow was two feet deep in the back yard I would need to scoop out an area for her potty spot.

Friday, June 2, 2017

Whatever Will Be

  1. Does anything ever turn out to be fun?
  2. My life is nothing but a repeat of yesterday.
  3. The lawn gets mowed on Thursday at two o'clock.
  4. The paper is delivered at 5:30 AM. 
  5. The school buses drive by. 
  6. The phone rings. I don't answer unless I happen to feel like it. 
  7.  You get the picture. It's monotonous!!!
  8.  My neighbors are boring, they come and go and that's about all. No point in getting out the binoculars. 
  9.  My memory is not so sharp, I think the doctors are aware of it because they have their robot call and remind me. 
  10. The Snailman comes by and all he ever puts in my mailbox is junk. 




Saturday, May 27, 2017

Remembering

I remember my mom saying when they would move into a new place it would be so nice because at that time they would weed out the excess accumulation and the house would not be cluttered at all. How nice, but it would only last until you went shopping a few times. Every time we go shopping we bring home something, but we never throw out something. It all adds up to clutter.
I wonder if the richer you are the more clutter you have. Heaven help you if you are wealthy and live in the same house forever. 
Little knickknack gadgets are cute but totally worthless. I have a couple shoe boxes full of them and I can't seem to throw or give them away. I have an idea. Maybe when I die they can stuff them around me and I can take them with me. 
Just kidding!!! in case anyone should think I'm serious. 
I'm waiting for family to arrive from out of town. I will get to meet my newest Great granddaughter. 
It's a beautiful day.
This is all for now. Maybe I can find a picture or two.

Bud, Glen, and Wayne
A way back when.
My husband and his brothers.
Big watermelons.














 

Monday, May 15, 2017

Jibber Jabber

The compression socks are helping a lot. My legs are not hurting and no pain killer needed. I didn't know the answer could be so simple. They are hard to put on.
For Mother's day, I received a gift certificate for a manicure and pedicure. I have had manicures, but never a pedicure. That will happen Wednesday. I am as excited as a teenager. It doesn't take much. 
I want to move into an apartment and let the landlord worry about outside maintenance, but I ran into a problem. I can't sell this one until something else is taken care of. Alway have problems with whatever I try to do. 
This is a picture of my Great granddaughter. She is two weeks old and her name is Natalie. 




Sunday, May 14, 2017

Memories

Things change as the years go by. Today while shopping I asked the youthful looking clerk if they had support hose.  She looked at me like I just got off the banana boat, then she turned and started talking to a closed door. She asked the closed door if they have support hose. Then the closed door answered back and said they do not, but they have compression socks. Well, Duh! maybe that's what they call them today, do you have compression socks?
Yes, we have compression socks. I bought the compression socks and they do help.
I added a few pictures of the earlier days.

My parents and siblings except for Ray. 


Karen (my daughter) and Rita (her cousin)

Sassy


Deena and Trent
My first Grandkids

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Happy Dreams

 It's the same old rut with me. Just me and my cat. 
I'm having another sleep study. That isn't anything new. If they ever get my sleep studied enough maybe I will sleep with a mask on. OH! I can hardly wait. They claim one will sleep deeper and not wake up so often. They can't just give me some sleeping meds because I might get addicted. They also have pain meds for people with pain, but we can't take it because we get addicted to it. If you need it you need it why does it matter if you're addicted. 
The Dr thought I would probably wait until June for the study. When I went to the scheduling desk the lady said they just had a cancellation so tomorrow night is available. I took it. Get this over with!
They gave me a sleeping pill so I will be sure and sleep enough so they can decide what to do.  So I had to go to the pharmacy to buy one pill. 
 Happy Dreams!


Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Killing Time

In my younger days, my life revolved around an ironing board. Everything had to be ironed. On Sunday evening I had to drag out the ironing board because the kid's gym clothes needed to be ironed. My husband had spent many years in the military and he liked the khaki uniform so well he still wanted to wear the khaki pants and his work shirts were khaki and believe me they were not fun. They had to be starched and ironed. I was younger then and had some energy so it was just part of life, I didn't think anything about it. They didn't have the fabric in those days that didn't require ironing. 

I got my hair cut today for another five weeks. 
Now I sit here waiting for a phone call to let me know my fifth great granddaughter has arrived. I wish she would hurry up, I'm getting tired of waiting. Her mother has been in labor since yesterday. 
I don't have anything new to write about, just killing time.
We're having winds today. Lots of rain so far this year. I know that's due to change any day. 
I guess this is it until something interesting happens.
We had a family get-together last Saturday. Here are couple pictures of the kids. I have a lot of pictures on my phone, but I don't know how to get to them from here. 



Laura and Terry due to be parents any minute.


Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Not for Sure

If it wasn't for doctors I'd have no life at all. They all call me Retha, my alter ego. I was named Retha Lorrene Lockwood. The family decided to call me Lorrene. If I knew then what I know now I would have insisted on being called Retha.
I just want a normal name that everyone knows how to pronounce and I wouldn't need to remember which name I used when I signed a certain paper. 
I didn't  think much about this name business until recently and my life revolves around doctors and not much of anything else except insurance companies. Sometimes if I want to remain anonymous I sign my name Eula Noodle. I had a baby sister and she died when I was 8 years old. Her name was Eulabell. Don't you know I would have probably pinned Eula Noodle on her. 
Back to insurance companies. I had a sleep study started back in August. They called in a few days and asked me to come in for another one. I didn't think it was necessary so I declined. Not the most intelligent thing I ever did so I later regretted it and after a few months, I decided to go through with it. No problemo, they set me up with a time for it and I slept in their facility wired up like a ticking time bomb. I managed to get enough sleep to determine I have sleep apnea. Again they wanted me to come in for another sleep study so I said okay. They said they would call later and set up a date for it. Finally today they called and said it had been so long since I had first started it the insurance will not pay for it unless I start over by going back to the doctor. I asked if she was sure because that makes no sense at all. She said she wasn't sure and I should call their billing dept and talk to so and so. And what if they don't know for sure. I sure don't know for sure. If I ever find out for sure I may have the sleep study done once more. 



 

Saturday, April 8, 2017

When We Lived on the 60

Eons ago when I was about 10 years old I lived with my parents and four siblings in a small NO bedroom house in Oklahoma. It was located on a hill; by Washington state standards it would be called a bump. Anyway, we lived on this bump and it was in the country. The place had a name, it was called The 60. We had no pets or nearby neighbors. The nearest thing to a pet was a few snakes that hung out on a rocky ledge that overlooked the countryside. My oldest brother, who was my worst enemy at that time had found a stray dog, it was a big white dog. I didn't happen to know about the dog yet, and one night I was sitting in the corner by the table and a window without a shade. It was pitch dark outside when Cecil said, "look out the window".  The dog had jumped up with his paws propped up on the window. All I saw was the eyes of the dogs staring right at me. I screeched and almost turned the table over trying to get away from that window. I can still hear him laughing, Cecil, not the dog.
Now, that I am old, I remember the most ridiculous things.

Thursday, April 6, 2017

Till We Meet Again

I tried to learn how to play the piano once upon a time (a long time) ago. We bought a piano because I was going to learn how to play it. I didn't need lessons, I taught myself how to crochet and knit so what can be so hard about playing a piano. I learned how to play a song. I can't remember the name of it, but it goes like this. My Bonnie lies over the ocean, my Bonnie lies over the sea la la la. My body has twoburkulosis, My body has only one lung. the song goes on, but my memory falls short.
I knew the song so I played it over and over until one day I noticed my husband had cotton stuffed in his ears so I suggested we move the piano to the back bedroom. He leaped out of his chair and grabbed the end of the piano and pulled it away from the wall and somehow we managed to get it in the back bedroom. Time moved on and I grew tired of the piano and knew I would never learn how to play it so one day I suggested we sell it. About three days later when I came home from work he told me he had sold the piano. They were coming to get it that evening. He never did get around to putting a bathroom in the basement or much of anything else, but we got the piano out of the house. 
I still miss him. He liked to search the paper for grocery ads and buy the groceries. I hate that task. He loved to cook and he was an excellent cook. He would love the cooking shows. He didn't like to clean house so that was my job. He also took care of the car problems and bought the gas. Till we meet again.

Tyler Faris


Saturday, March 25, 2017

Lord Have Mercy

I have more problems than any old lady should ever have. I had closed caption on my TV and didn't like it at all. It blocked out the screen with the caption. I may as well read a book. Finding a button that said disable closed caption  wasn't on the remote. Which remote? there is one for the TV and one for Spectrum. It wasn't on either remote. I found settings and the menu had closed caption for an option. Oh wow, I found it, but when I scrolled down the menu it skipped closed caption, skipped right over it. Now I know for sure there's a devil.  I must have used the wrong remote, but the other one didn't have that option in it. I called Kenny, my son. I thought he could do anything, but I was wrong.
I finally called the place and was told to press the big red power button at the top and then press the CBL button below it and nothing happened so he said press it again, and it brought up a menu that had the option to disable the closed caption.
Now I ask, how can they expect anyone to know if you press the big red button twice and then press the CBL button it will bring up a menu? 

Friday, March 17, 2017

Fries and Coke Cola

Today is the day I decided to treat myself to a hamburger with fries and a Coke. I prefer Pepsi, but we don't get our druthers when it comes Cola. You get what they happen to use. The kids had just been freed from school for the weekend. Every kid now has their own car or a friend that has one. Cars were bumper to bumper and I soon regretted my decision to buy a hamburger especially when I remembered wrecking my last car while on a mission to buy a hamburger, but I haven't had one since I can remember. The kids that weren't in a car were standing on the sidewalk looking at their phones. What is the fascination with a stupid phone? I made it home safely, and the hamburger was delicious. The fries were out of this world. I try to make fries and they are just never all that great. I happened to see a tutorial on how to make fries. You don't just cut the things up and cook them in hot oil. How could I have been so dumb? No, there is a science to it. You probably need a degree in cooking to learn how. For one thing, you need peanut oil. Yes, peanut oil! Olive oil just doesn't cut it. You also put some corn syrup in that peanut oil. I kid you, not. That is what it said. Then you fry the things for five mintues, take them out of the oil and pat the excess oil from them with a paper towel and then set them in your freezer for awhile, I forgot how long. Then you put them in the bubbly hot peanut oil and cook until golden brown. Be careful because they will splatter. The pros have something they add to the oil to keep them from splattering. I have no clue what it is. 
This is my cooking lesson 101. 



Saturday, March 11, 2017

Once Upon a Time

The day flies by or sometimes it walks by. What does it matter if we lose an hour in the Spring? Once it's gone we can't get it back. Why is time so important? If I forget to put my watch on when I leave the house I get irate about it so I now keep an extra watch in the car. Why? Am I going to forget to eat lunch? Fat chance of that! 
Life gets boring when you reach 88. If I were a little more spry...I'd fix that.
To pass the time away I went on a crocheting frenzy. I have crocheted slippers, stocking caps, beanie caps, phone cases, trivets, potholders, doilies, baby booties, baby blankets, a thingie to hang on a cupboard door handle to poke a  towel thru so I won't have to walk two feet to reach a towel. I also knit. So I knit dishrags. The knitted ones are softer and much better than the crocheted ones. I used to knit sweaters for the grandkids, but that is now history.

The mountain snow is now melting and causing flooding in the lower areas. I live in a safe area. I think blogs have been replaced with Facebook and Twitter.
That's all folks!
Once upon a time


Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Mr. Winter has over stayed his welcome.

   Beautiful blue skies and white clouds today in the Yakima valley. I think it's about time since March is just around the corner. The longest February I have ever lived through. Now I can take the ski's off the car and put the tires back on.
The streets and my driveway are severely damaged from the icy winter. The city has already gone over budget with keeping the streets sanded so they have no money for repairing potholes and I have no money to fix my driveway with.
Boohoo, but I got some good news on the results of a biopsy. No cancer. I had colon cancer in 1997 which I survived, but once you have cancer you tend to worry about it returning and I had symptoms. Everything is Okie Dokie.
I also had the test on my heart. Nothing wrong with it either. Now I can shoot for 100. As if that would be an honor. Living in a warehouse in a bed the rest of my life doesn't appeal to me. 
Let me count my grandkids again. Six Granddaughters. eight great grandkids and one on the way. She should be here in April or May. I realize if it wasn't for me those exact same people wouldn't be here. I must be pretty important!!!
Enough of this, on with my day.


Saturday, January 28, 2017

Sick of Winter

Winter blew in with a vengeance and doesn't seem to have any plans on leaving anytime soon. We do need some wind to blow out some of the smog, fog, and other disgusting elements. Ugly snow decorates the terrain. The temperature stays in the freezing range day and night. It starts getting dark at four o'clock.
It's a recipe for depression. 
Nothing exciting to watch on TV.  "Say yes to the dress" does not entertain me. I'd rather watch an old rerun of Daddy Longlegs. I was on board when TV came on the scene. Yakima only had three channels as I recall. It didn't matter what it was we watched it. No TV remote. If you wanted to watch something different you had to get off your butt to change the channel, but that wasn't as challenging for me as it is today. 
It'll soon be Spring and we can start complaining about all the pot-holes in the street, and other little annoying things. 
I just killed some time doing this so I feel better now.
No rhyme or reason for this photo.
He was my new husband in 1946.

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Family Pictures

I love this. Chloe and her little sister.



This top picture is my son, Mel as a baby, and the lower one is Tyler Faris his grandson. Tyler will be one-year-old very soon. You can see a family resemblance. Especially the smile. Anyway, I think so. 
I tried to put the photo's side by side, but Blogger won't let it happen. Or maybe I'm losing my bloggering skills. 

Been trying to find something to do since the weather is so wet and cold. 
Now we have more snow coming tomorrow morning. It's the one day I have an appointment. 







This is Mel and Nancy's bough of the family tree. Taken Christmas eve. Me Paleface.

Monday, January 9, 2017

Winter

Winter Time
I am thankful I don't have a sidewalk in front of my yard because I would be responsible for clearing the snow from it. The snow plow came by and cleared the snow from the street, and piled it up against the cars that are parked on the street. The snow freezes into solid ice. I don't know how the drivers will dig their cars out of the snowbanks. We already have 8 inches and now expecting 1 to 3 inches in the morning and below zero by the end of the week.
One good thing about it, I'm saving money on gas.
Meryl Streep wants a little attention I think. Give me a break. I didn't vote for him, but I don't care for her opinion
Now I hope the groundhog doesn't see his shadow. Or is it the other way.


Monday, January 2, 2017

Another Day


The wind is blowing and the snow has fallen. It's still 24 degrees. I caught up on my sleep for another six months. Two times in a lifetime that has happened. I have sit so much my sitter has worn out. There must be something in life other than this, but where is it? The wrinkles are gaining on me. I looked in the mirror. I try not to do that, but sometimes it just happens.  The wrinkles are an accident. When the wrinkles come and the memory goes it's time to time to pull the plug. I already went on a sit-down strike. That's why my sitter is worn out.
I go to Facebook to see what others are doing. The folks on Facebook are in the same boat as I am. They have nothing better to do.
I have some beautiful grand kids. I'll bet my grand kids are prettier than yours. I'm not trying to start a grand kid war, they just are!
Here are a few pictures. See for yourself.

Tyler

I'm waiting for my lunch.

Chloe and Hailey having fun.
The Huffmans

My name is Shelby
Shelby, Tyler and Leah


Tyler