L Is For Living

This is what I've Discovered:
Life is a Gift, an Opportunity
It's Unexpected, an Adventure
It's Fragile and Uncertain
It's Promising and Hopeful
I will live Fiercely
Completely
Totally
At the end
I want no Regrets
I'll slide into Home Base
Satisfied with a Life Well Lived
Short or Long
It's the only Life I've got
I'm Enjoying the Hell out of it.

K Is For Kinky

Way back when we were young parents, we lived in an 800 square foot brick house.  It was so cute in it's smallness, and being as we only had a two year old and an infant, we fit in it just fine.

My favorite place to sit was on the front steps.  My son would play in the yard, periodically running up to the sidewalk to peer down the street, looking for Daddy's truck to appear (because that is what we were all waiting for!), while I sat on the steps, usually nursing my daughter.

Yes.  We are those kind of people.

Our next door neighbor was a nice enough older woman, who kept to herself, and that suited me just fine because I kept to myself, except for the occasional (okay, all the time) staring into her kitchen as I stood in my kitchen washing the dishes.

I discovered quickly that she had a gentleman caller.  And then I discovered that his name was Kinky.

Really?  Okay, I knew then that my front porch nursing was not going to be a problem with the neighbors!

I later learned, through my Mom who knew his daughter, that it was a nickname (thank goodness) due to his curly hair (thank goodness again!)

For the year and a half that we lived there, we enjoyed their non-meddlesome, non-judgmental, neighbor-ness!

This post was inspired by prompt #3 at Mama's Losin' It! while still trying to do the A to Z challenge!

J Is For Jam, Jar, Jet, Jelly, Jem

I avoided the game of Scrabble as a young person because I am a terrible speller.  Actually, I am a great speller.  I know when I'm spelling a word wrong....I just can't figure out how to spell it right!  I am often amazed that I can read (and read voraciously) because I do not understand phonics.  My daughter can attest to this: she recently tried to get me to make the sounds certain letters make and I literally could not.

But somewhere along the way of life, my husband and I got a Scrabble game and started playing.  When it's just him and I, in a good sport, fun times game, I will ask him if I'm spelling a word right before I lay it out.  Clearly, this is not a cut throat kind of game!

The letter I hate getting is "J".  I can only think of words like Jam, Jar, Jet, Jelly, and Jem.  I know.  Jem isn't right.  And really, I am thinking of Gem.  I'd rather get a Q or an X than to see the letter J.  The problem seems to be I can not think of a word that J is in other than the first letter.  And of those words, they are all very short and very little points.

I'm not sure why my husband even plays Scrabble with me......Actually, I do.  He usually has the most points (let's not get into labels of 'winner' or 'loser') and we usually laugh the whole time we play.

Now, Rummy, on the other hand.  I'll cut him with the cards if I think I'm losing.  We tend to not play that anymore!

I is for I

I love clogs and dogs and overcast mornings.

I love mochas and beaches and rolled down windows.

I love wishes and kisses and front porch sitting.

I love rhubarb and zucchini and tangled weed gardens.

I love cigars and tattoos and salted rim margaritas.

I love books and cross-stitch and classic old movies.

I love Jesus and Momma and all points between.

I am a sum of all

Added, subtracted, divided, multiplied

Equalling the whole

I.

H Is For Happiness

Happiness is
This lovely sunshine
The smell of mowed grass
New growth on an old bush
Garden planning
Mouth watering
Dreaming green dreams
Happiness is
The promise of Spring

Kids Are Still Kids

It's nice to know that even though my kids are teenagers enough to look like this during the little kid Easter egg hunt:

They are kids enough to look like this when they see their Easter baskets.....

G Is For Good Morning

G is for good morning
The frost is lightly lying
The sun is peeking out
The neighborhood is glowing
The girls and I are up
Hubby and kids are sleeping
Coffee is softly perking
The warm smell so inviting
The house of quiet is peaceful
Except for the one barking dog
I rush to hush this disturbance
Shh! You silly little puppy
We may be early risers
But let's let it be a Good Morning
For the still in bed tired sleepers.