Monday, April 30, 2007

Another Sisterly Tribute

     In March my sister Lois had a birthday, and since I wrote a little more about my sister Dennice in January, I had meant to write a tribute to Lois in March.  However, I forgot, or rather I wasn't journaling much in March, so I'll do it now.  Back in October of last year I wrote a series of entries on each of my 6 siblings, beginning with Dennice, and I like what I wrote about Lois, so I think I'll just reproduce it here.

From October 26, 2006:

Number five in the family is Lois, almost exactly 10 years older than I. Lois was a surprise baby, coming 16 months after P.J. Consequently she and P.J. grew up almost as twins. There is a story that my father made a remark to one of his sisters after Lois was born, about her being a surprise (not planned). This aunt told my dad, "She'll be the one to care for you in your old age." And, in a lot of ways, this has proved true.

Lois has never married, and has no desire to do so. (She used to date regularly, though, and I can remember spying on her and her boyfriend when I was about 7 years old!) Lois likes her freedom. She works for a local lake resort, and spends a lot of her time, along with Barbara, caring for my Mom, my brother, and Mom's home. Lois moved out when I was 14 and she was 24 (so at 24 she lived at home the longest of all of us). But she didn't move far! She bought a mobile home and Daddy gave her a piece of land on the Southwest corner of the property. She lived there until Dad died, at which time she moved into the house with Mom and Alton. We did not want mom, at that time 78 years old, alone in the house except for Alton, who still needs to have someone nearby.  But it was Lois' decision to move in. 

She did play a big role in caring for Dad before he died as well, taking him to appointments, seeing that he took his medication, and so on. She is the main chauffeur for Mom and Alton as well, taking them to doctor's appointments and on other errands. She does the heavy housecleaning at Mom's and some of the cooking. Lois never cooked when she lived at home, or at least, very rarely. But when she first moved out, she asked Mom if she could make Saturday night dinner every week. Doing that she became a very good cook, and we got to sample all her early attempts!! It was fun experiencing firsthand her evolution into a good cook.

When she was home she couldn't grow anything! If she tried taking care of a houseplant it inevitably died. The only plant she was ever able to keep alive was an air fern; and a friend of mine killed that one day, when, helping me along with my Saturday chores while visiting, this friend decided she'd water all the plants -- including the air fern!  But after she moved out, Lois started keeping houseplants alive, started planting flowers, shrubs and trees in her yard and eventually took over the garden from Mom.  (Oh, I forgot!  She did grow a horseweed when she was a little girl, tending it and keepng it alive for weeks!  But that's another story....)

Lois has a mischievous streak. She likes to tease, and she likes to pout. We call her the "real" baby of the family, but she doesn't seem to mind. In my young years I thought she was the prettiest of my sisters, and I liked to raid her makeup box while she was away from home. In my teenage years she became one of my best friends, and she was my Maid-Of-Honor in our wedding. All of us are blondes, except Lois. She was blonde when she was little, but her hair darkened into brunette, like our mother's. Also like our mother, she started getting gray in her early thirties, which changed to a salt and pepper in her forties. Now, like our mother, I expect she'll get that beautiful silver hair in a few years. She does not color her hair. I can remember Mom ironing her hair when she was in high school because it was the style in the early seventies to have long, straight hair, and Lois' tended to curl. Then in the late seventies she gave up and cut it into a shag style, and the curls, finally unleashed to run riot, took over. She had the prettiest, naturally curly hair! And of course, like the perverse things we women are, she was never satisfied with the curls that most of us would kill or pay a fortune for!  She's gotten used to them now, though, and lets her hair do what it wants.  (Actually, I used to cut and style her hair when I was still at home, and I can attest to the fact that it will pretty much do what it wants anyway!)

Of all of us, Lois is the only one who does not play a musical instrument, but she has a very good singing voice.  I love singing with all of my sisters, but she and I seem to have voices that blend especially well together.

I guess I'll stop here and post some pics of her. I could go on and on about this sister that I knew so well while I was growing up. At least now when I mention her, you'll know who I'm talking about.  ~~ end

For more pics of Lois go here.

For entries on my other siblings: Dee, Alton, Maxine, P.J., Barbara.

First Day Of May

Courtesy of Donna

Once again, let me take this opportunity to remind all the ladies out there to schedule your yearly mammogram if you haven't already done so.  And be sure to do your monthly self-exam, too.   

                                                             

If you haven't visited The Breast Cancer Site today to click to help fund mammograms for needy women, you can click on the button at the top of my "About Me" section.

What's It Got In Its Traps-iss?

We've had a few new cats roaming the neighborhood lately.  I don't really think the ones we've seen are strays; I think they're just allowed to roam.  There has been a pretty little gray calico that Eler Beth is determined to get her hands on.  She just wants to pet it, but the cat is too skittish to let her get close.  It wears a collar and looks like it is taken care of, so I should be able to talk her out of trying to talk us into keeping it.

Well, my intrepid daughter decided last week that she'd set a live trap to try to catch it.  She got Thomas' live-trap out of the shed, set it, and baited it with an open can of cat food.

The first night she caught a very big, gray male cat.  I heard it meowing out there, so I told her if we'd caught a cat, that I would handle it before she would and that we'd let it go right away.  He was friendly, obviously was owned by someone; he let us pet him for a minute, then we sent him on his way.

The second night she caught a very big, black male.  Same scenario.

Several times I have stepped out the back door only to scare the little gray calico away just as she was about to go inside the live trap to eat the cat food.

Saturday night Eler Beth caught a raccoon.

I kid you not.

Heidi had been barking on and off for part of the night, and finally it occurred to me that she was spending a lot of time barking at the side of the house where the trap was.  I stepped outside without a light and walked around the corner to see if we'd caught a cat.  I could see a dark shape in the trap that was too dark and too big to be the gray calico, and when I got closer I could see a little masked face looking at me.  He had eaten all the cat food.  Once I'd acknowledged that Heidi was a very good dog indeed for letting me know that we'd caught a 'coon, I went inside to wake up Thomas and the kids.  Heidi had lost interest in the raccoon once I'd seen it, until everyone went back outside with me.  Then we had to put her and Fancy inside their kennel (the other dogs were already inside) while Thomas set the raccoon loose.

He took it to the bank of the creek and with a long stick pried the door open.  The raccoon stepped out, started off to the right, changed its mind, turned left, and then ran up a tree.  We'll probably catch it again sometime soon because the trap has been re-baited and waits for its next victim.

A JOKE FOR YOU

 
The very first ever Blonde GUY joke..... And well worth the wait !!!!

An Irishman, a Mexican and a Blonde Guy were doing construction work on scaffolding on the 20th floor of a building.
 

They were eating lunch and the Irishman said, "Corned beef and cabbage!  If I get corned beef and cabbage one more time for lunch, I'm going to jump off this building."

The Mexican opened his lunch box and exclaimed,
"Burritos again! If I get burritos one more time I'm going to jump off, too."
 

The blonde opened his lunch and said, " <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />Bologna again! If I get a bologna sandwich one more time, I’m jumping too."

The next day, the Irishman opened his lunch box, saw corned beef and cabbage, and jumped to his death.

The Mexican opened his lunch, saw a burrito, and jumped, too.

The blonde guy opened his lunch, saw the bologna and jumped to his death as well.

At the funeral, the Irishman's wife was weeping. She said, "If I'd known how really tired he was of corned beef and cabbage, I never would have given it to him again!"

The Mexican's wife also wept and said, "I could have given him tacos or enchiladas! I didn't realize he hated burritos so much."

(Oh this is GOOD!!)

Everyone turned and stared at the blonde's wife. The blonde's wife said,

"Don't look at me.  He makes his own lunch"

 

No Pressure

Amanda commented, "I totally want to do this, but am afraid that I will miss a day... (miss a week?!?!?) and screw it all up. Can I do a 4 day challenge ... and do it on Mondays?"  

And I responded, "Of course you can do it any way you like.  Or you could try to do one thing every day and then just who cares if you miss a day or a week? lol  It's totally fun to do a 30-day self-challenge, but there is no pressure.  Just challenge yourself to do as many days as you are able, and that's just fine!"

In the past we've done organizational challenges, fitness challenges, self-awareness challenges, and so on.  Jae isn't journaling right now, and I haven't seen Laurie in a while, and Martha is extremely busy, but Mara ... are you out there??  Are you going to join in this time?  I know you are busy, but you can learn something new every few days, right? lol

YOU LEARN SOMETHING NEW EVERY DAY!

 

Do I?  

                                                           

I know I’ve said this before, but I’m sure I don’t actually learn a new thing each and every day.  So, since it has been a while since I’ve done a 30-day challenge, I decided I’d do one in May, and I plan to challenge myself to learn something new each day.  It may just be a new fact that I’d not known before, but I didn’t want it to just be that; I want to actually learn a few things during the month – like physically learn or begin to learn how to do something new or do some really deep research on a subject that interests me.

 

I will try to share my newly found intelligence or skill each day in a journal entry.  I have a few things in mind that I want to learn during the month, but I don’t have something planned yet for each day; some days I'm sure I'll be winging it.  And some things will be only the beginning of learning something new, but will be an ongoing journey.

 

So anyway, if anyone would like to join me in this challenge, just come back and leave a comment with a link to your entry, or email me.  If you don’t want to commit to one thing each day of the month, then how about just picking a few things and writing about them as you learn them, or pick one big thing that you’ve always wanted to learn to do or know more about.

 

If you do decide to do this or some other 30-day challenge, be sure to tag your entries "30-day challenge". 

 

   (Yes, I know there are 31 days in May, but 30 is a round number, and besides it gives you a day to play with in case something comes up.  )

 

I think it could be fun and interesting, and I’ll begin tomorrow.

 

I plan to start my virtual visiting this week, too, so stay tuned for that!

 

P.S.  It's now 88 degrees here!

Yes, Sometimes I Have A Strange Sense Of Humor

I didn't have bacon and French toast yesterday.  (I'm allergic to eggs)  I had bacon and tomatoes and toast.

One slice of tomato had a face, and I took a picture of it.

It is either an expression that says,

"Oh, the horror!"

Or . . .

It is sublimely unaware of its impending doom, and is just happy to be there for me.

 

Either way, I ate it.