In less than three weeks I have Mariah's bridal shower to pull off, she has her Bachelorette party and the wedding takes place. I am also responsible in pulling details and productions together.
Add in Easter.
Decor. Easter baskets. Dinner.
This was Mariah's last Easter at home and I am pleased I pulled it together in a production I can look back on and am pleased with.
It made my heart happy when she stated she loved her Easter basket. The homemade chocolates versus photos she has seen on social media of store bought stuff. It was Easter as she has always remembered.
Dinner turned out delicious. Ham steaks on the grill (the absolute best way to eat ham), green bean casserole, deviled eggs, chive couscous, cinnamon chuck applesauce, fresh pineapple & strawberries drizzled in honey, Amish dinner rolls w/peanut butter spread, and Amish maple covered cinnamon rolls for dessert.
Warm and in the upper 70's, windows were open and we sat on the patio in the sunshine.
I mowed for the first time this year. Then David got the Harley out for the first time this season and rode Brooke around Nimisila (her favorite place to ride), then we went riding.
One successful production down. Three to go.
Easter was the easy production.
Much is about to happen over the next few weeks. Life changing events.
Then, my daughter becomes a wife.
Monday, March 28, 2016
Sunday, March 20, 2016
Momma Bear
Mariah turned in her two weeks resignation at the bank on Friday, blessed she can enter marriage and be very present as her and Jeremy begin their life together.
For the last year, Mariah has had a bully where she works. A second level manager, female, who has picked on her and talked about her loudly to hurt her feelings. To the point where she feels sick going into work.
She has talked about this woman for the last year and described her miserable life as well as her unsavory looks, which made sense to me and I've explained over and over, hurt people, hurt people. And, ugly unhappy women are threatened by those who are pretty and happy.
Thursday morning, St. Patty's Day, even knowing Mariah was turning in her two weeks notice the next day, it was passed time I made my presence known to the bully.
She needed to know that while she has poked and picked at baby bear for a year now, baby bear has a much meaner and fiercer momma bear who isn't afraid of her.
David and I were on each others nerves when he said, "Go be mean to someone else!" I thought about it and agreed with him. So, I picked up pretty St. Patty's day donuts for Mariah and walked into her bank on a mission. Mariah ran over to hug me and when I embraced my sweet girl and kissed her, I asked loudly, "Who is Brenda?!"
Panic swept over Mariah and she suddenly knew instantly why I was there. Rapidly, she started whispering for me to please don't say anything, please. So I shifted the plan. No confrontation, but I will let this bully know I now know who she is and I make my presence known.
She was gross. No wonder she resented my pretty, sweet and happy little girl. It all made sense.
A few loud comments on my end. My direct staring at her with her nervously chatting and absolute refusal to look my way my entire visit (and I lingered longer than necessary) only feet away, she knew why I was there, too.
You know how you handle a bully? By taking them on directly and letting them know you are far meaner, much more fierce, and happy to take it as far as needed.
After I left, Mariah text me that she couldn't stop smiling. That Brenda has been nice to her ever since.
Good, because I have no problem coming back and my next visit will be face to face with Brenda.
Brenda needed to know that she poked at the wrong little baby cub one to many times. She has been able to intimidate my daughter, but baby bear has a momma bear who has zero hesitation to come after here and it won't end well. For her.
Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord and so He created maternal instincts.
[Mama is spelled Momma because that is what my Mariah calls me and the way she writes it, so it is the correct spelling for me.]
For the last year, Mariah has had a bully where she works. A second level manager, female, who has picked on her and talked about her loudly to hurt her feelings. To the point where she feels sick going into work.
She has talked about this woman for the last year and described her miserable life as well as her unsavory looks, which made sense to me and I've explained over and over, hurt people, hurt people. And, ugly unhappy women are threatened by those who are pretty and happy.
Thursday morning, St. Patty's Day, even knowing Mariah was turning in her two weeks notice the next day, it was passed time I made my presence known to the bully.
She needed to know that while she has poked and picked at baby bear for a year now, baby bear has a much meaner and fiercer momma bear who isn't afraid of her.
David and I were on each others nerves when he said, "Go be mean to someone else!" I thought about it and agreed with him. So, I picked up pretty St. Patty's day donuts for Mariah and walked into her bank on a mission. Mariah ran over to hug me and when I embraced my sweet girl and kissed her, I asked loudly, "Who is Brenda?!"
Panic swept over Mariah and she suddenly knew instantly why I was there. Rapidly, she started whispering for me to please don't say anything, please. So I shifted the plan. No confrontation, but I will let this bully know I now know who she is and I make my presence known.
She was gross. No wonder she resented my pretty, sweet and happy little girl. It all made sense.
A few loud comments on my end. My direct staring at her with her nervously chatting and absolute refusal to look my way my entire visit (and I lingered longer than necessary) only feet away, she knew why I was there, too.
You know how you handle a bully? By taking them on directly and letting them know you are far meaner, much more fierce, and happy to take it as far as needed.
After I left, Mariah text me that she couldn't stop smiling. That Brenda has been nice to her ever since.
Good, because I have no problem coming back and my next visit will be face to face with Brenda.
Brenda needed to know that she poked at the wrong little baby cub one to many times. She has been able to intimidate my daughter, but baby bear has a momma bear who has zero hesitation to come after here and it won't end well. For her.
Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord and so He created maternal instincts.
[Mama is spelled Momma because that is what my Mariah calls me and the way she writes it, so it is the correct spelling for me.]
Sunday, March 13, 2016
All Things Country
All things are country right now in my life.
My mind began shifting during several factors that kind of lead me down this path. From Mariah & Jeremy's country barn wedding I am the event coordinator of, to Mariah's country-themed bridal shower.
During winter months when it is too cold to be outside, Netflix has become a serious form of convenient entertainment. Winter started off with Hell on Wheels, then Prison Break, to a much calmer way of life, Hart of Dixie. I do love the south.
I find Hart of Dixie an escape to a quaint town with beautiful scenery, old-fashioned values, and the look and feel of a town I would love to relocate to. I've been thinking about it for years. It is a goal for someday. A much slower way of life and loads of sunshine.
In the midst of thinking all things country, last week I enjoyed a couple of days in the magnificent mountains and warm sunshine of Virginia for my grandmothers funeral.
My mind has shifted into wanting quaint.
Driving home in my community that I have always loved, for the first time ever I felt slightly overwhelmed at the endless and senseless hustle-n-bustle of people wanting to run constantly for the sake of being busy.
Busyness leads quickly to burnout. Not to mention people look like rats scurrying around, running, shopping, buying, filling voids that cannot be filled, with stuff.
Me, I made a large pitcher of iced tea, made some favorite chicken and sweet corn bread with sea salt butter, chocolate chip brownies w/maple cool whip, and turned on Hart of Dixie.
I sit in the sunshine and enjoy a good book.
And the best ... I've already started spring clean-up in my yard admiring the crocus that has popped up in different places, the buds on my trees, and embracing the first signs of spring.
I'm preparing for sunshine, mulch, and a yard and patio filled with flowers.
Chaos, shhhhh ... I am shifting into a new season.
It may require more change.
My mind began shifting during several factors that kind of lead me down this path. From Mariah & Jeremy's country barn wedding I am the event coordinator of, to Mariah's country-themed bridal shower.
During winter months when it is too cold to be outside, Netflix has become a serious form of convenient entertainment. Winter started off with Hell on Wheels, then Prison Break, to a much calmer way of life, Hart of Dixie. I do love the south.
I find Hart of Dixie an escape to a quaint town with beautiful scenery, old-fashioned values, and the look and feel of a town I would love to relocate to. I've been thinking about it for years. It is a goal for someday. A much slower way of life and loads of sunshine.
In the midst of thinking all things country, last week I enjoyed a couple of days in the magnificent mountains and warm sunshine of Virginia for my grandmothers funeral.
My mind has shifted into wanting quaint.
Driving home in my community that I have always loved, for the first time ever I felt slightly overwhelmed at the endless and senseless hustle-n-bustle of people wanting to run constantly for the sake of being busy.
Busyness leads quickly to burnout. Not to mention people look like rats scurrying around, running, shopping, buying, filling voids that cannot be filled, with stuff.
Me, I made a large pitcher of iced tea, made some favorite chicken and sweet corn bread with sea salt butter, chocolate chip brownies w/maple cool whip, and turned on Hart of Dixie.
I sit in the sunshine and enjoy a good book.
And the best ... I've already started spring clean-up in my yard admiring the crocus that has popped up in different places, the buds on my trees, and embracing the first signs of spring.
I'm preparing for sunshine, mulch, and a yard and patio filled with flowers.
Chaos, shhhhh ... I am shifting into a new season.
It may require more change.
Monday, March 7, 2016
My Grandmother Passed Away
My grandmother passed away March 4, 2016. In tribute to my grandmother passing when others post photos on social media, I shared some of my blog posts I've written about her of some of my thoughts and memories. The very reason why I blog.
This was a walk down memory lane and a couple times, in a couple posts, I questioned if I would sense her passing when the day came. I didn't.
I didn't sense anything on Friday when she passed; however, during the days approaching her passing I had an incredible desire for a couple of days to jump in my car to see her. Now I wonder if that was something in the invisible realm nudging me to visit her in her final days.
I longed for the mountains and a few days away with my grandma and didn't go simply because she doesn't live alone anymore, my uncle and aunt moved in with her months ago. To which I am glad for her sake.
Because she no longer lived alone, I didn't go.
Tomorrow I leave for her funeral and the trip will be bittersweet.
Driving into the mountains that divide two very distinct worlds is a familiar trip I am looking forward to. The same path, the same stops, except the destination will be a hotel where my family will meet at.
The same scent of the paper mill, the same familiar town, and the beautiful Humpback Bridge and Rich Patch. I want to see it all.
This will be my last trip there.
I'm grateful for the memories and I'm grateful for the dear friendship I had with her. I smile at the memories of crazy conversations shared between us. Driving through the mountains, hearing countless stories of her life. Her loves and personal experiences. Her hopes, her dreams, and her prayers.
Dressing up and going for tea at the Greenbriar Hotel. Humpback Bridge and Rich Patch being my two favorite destinations there.
I will always smile at the day we were driving through the country and decided to go into the hot springs and of course we didn't have bathing suits with us so we went in naked. Her laughing and loving doing something so fun with her granddaughter, me.
She always laughed, always talked, and would talk endlessly sharing story after story. Her mind was sharp until her very end.
My grandma was ready to go and I will miss her.
Now, for that last trip into her beautiful mountains ...
This was a walk down memory lane and a couple times, in a couple posts, I questioned if I would sense her passing when the day came. I didn't.
I didn't sense anything on Friday when she passed; however, during the days approaching her passing I had an incredible desire for a couple of days to jump in my car to see her. Now I wonder if that was something in the invisible realm nudging me to visit her in her final days.
I longed for the mountains and a few days away with my grandma and didn't go simply because she doesn't live alone anymore, my uncle and aunt moved in with her months ago. To which I am glad for her sake.
Because she no longer lived alone, I didn't go.
Tomorrow I leave for her funeral and the trip will be bittersweet.
Driving into the mountains that divide two very distinct worlds is a familiar trip I am looking forward to. The same path, the same stops, except the destination will be a hotel where my family will meet at.
The same scent of the paper mill, the same familiar town, and the beautiful Humpback Bridge and Rich Patch. I want to see it all.
This will be my last trip there.
I'm grateful for the memories and I'm grateful for the dear friendship I had with her. I smile at the memories of crazy conversations shared between us. Driving through the mountains, hearing countless stories of her life. Her loves and personal experiences. Her hopes, her dreams, and her prayers.
Dressing up and going for tea at the Greenbriar Hotel. Humpback Bridge and Rich Patch being my two favorite destinations there.
I will always smile at the day we were driving through the country and decided to go into the hot springs and of course we didn't have bathing suits with us so we went in naked. Her laughing and loving doing something so fun with her granddaughter, me.
She always laughed, always talked, and would talk endlessly sharing story after story. Her mind was sharp until her very end.
My grandma was ready to go and I will miss her.
Now, for that last trip into her beautiful mountains ...
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