I Heart My Grandmama

Thanks to my friend, Jan, over at Jan’s Sushi Bar, I’ve decided to give this here posting every day thing a try, y’all. It’s called NaBloPoMo,and I can’t believe how long it just took me to write that. Stands for “National Blog Posting Month”. You post something every day for a month.

It’s ridiculously hard ….damn near impossible….a monumental task on the weekends..the biggest challenge of my life so far….can we just say only seven days left?

Yesterday was the last day of our Staycation. We spent it at the beach. Last night we went downtown and took some pictures at Battleship Park, where the kids of One Tree Hill practice basketball, and had dinner at Front Street Brewery.

Since I don’t have much time before we leave for New York, to take the girls home today, I decided to participate in this photo meme.

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This week’s photo challenge theme on I Heart Faces is nostalgia. Any photo, with a face of course, that brings back feelings of nostalgia. This photo is my Grandmama Gladys. It was taken on her 94th birthday. Last year, when she was 96, she succmbed to congestive heart failure and died in October. It makes me feel nostalgic when I look at this picture, and remember how happy she was on that day.

I miss her terribly.

The straw hat belonged to my older son, Kyle. I was fooling around, trying to get a good picture of this bent over little lady, who was so dear to my heart, but who didn’t always, at 94, have the energy left to show us that little light inside of her heart. On a whim, I stuck this straw hat on her head. Instead of scolding me for “messing up her hair and acting foolish”, which I expected, she burst into this radiant grin.

I thinks she was happy to be the center of our attention that day. Even if it meant sacrificing her proper hair do.

I Heart Faces is a photography sharing forum that focuses on the art of capturing faces and their various emotions. Each week, people from across the world enter their favorite face photos. A judge picks a winning photo from each category that is displayed on the I Heart Faces page.

Click on the button to check out lots of other nostalgic faces, or to enter a photo of your own.

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Making the Bad Better

Thanks to my friend, Jan, over at Jan’s Sushi Bar, I’ve decided to give this here posting every day thing a try, y’all.

It’s called NaBloPoMo,and I can’t believe how long it just took me to write that. Stands for “National Blog Posting Month”. You post something every day for a month.

spincyclesmallThis week’s Spin Cycle topic is “your favorite post”. It was hard to select a favorite ( I like everything I write, I’m vain like that! ) but this one definitely stands out from the rest. It has the distinction of being the one post with the least views of all time.


My blog will be one year old on August 24th, I have had a total of 10,147views and a grand total of 9 of them were of this post. It also had the honor of receiving zero comments.


It’s no real mystery to me why this particular post, entitled “Mysteries”  received so little attention. I posted this after I lost my beloved grandmother, the author of this poem,  after I had just found out that I was about to become a grandmother, myself! I offered no prelude, or explanation, so it just kind of sat there waiting to be noticed.  Quiet and unassuming, it comes without  fanfare and it asks for none.

And yet, it says volumes. Kind of like my grandmother.

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Mysteries

As each season passes by,

When rain drops from the sky

Or the sun shines from above

And we feel the warmth of love,

Does not mankind understand?

These are the wonders of His hand.

How the wind stirs the trees

Or lashes out on angry seas

And whips the sand across the dune

Or scurries clouds o’er the moon.

Does not mankind really know?

These are wonders He doth show.

He pulls the shade when there is light

To make the darkness of the night

All our cares and burdens keep

While we rest in blissful sleep

When morn comes, we know someone

Moved the stars, the moon and sun.

If the greatness of this span

Is not enough to convince the man

Let’s ponder on a baby’s birth,

Life and death upon this earth,

Then we surely understand

These are the mysteries from God’s own hand.

by Gladys Parker

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Rest in Peace, Grandmama Gladys. I will always love you.

The Flower, no, The Bunch of Cotton Pickin’ Weeds War!

34885Thanks to my friend, Jan, over at Jan’s Sushi Bar, I’ve decided to give this here posting every day thing a try, y’all.

It’s called NaBloPoMo, and I can’t believe how long it just took me to write that. Stands for “National Blog Posting Month”. You post something every day for a month.

The theme for the month is “Tomorrow.”

Well, yesterday we were talking about incompetence. As I said, I really think the world has gone downhill in the last couple of decades. Nobody seems to be able to get anything right anymore.

A word of advise. Don’t order flowers online.

The flowers you see here are a good example. I ordered this spray of all white flowers from the Teleflora website for my grandmother’s funeral last October. At least, this picture represents what I thought I was ordering. The total charge to my credit card was $100 and some change.

I received an email confirmation for them: “Thank you for choosing Teleflora. We’re very happy that we could connect you with one of the best florists in the business. In the event your selection is unavailable, a substitution of comparable quality and value will be dlivered.”

Okay, shouldn’t a floral delivery business know how to spell “delivered”? Maybe I should have seen a red flag, but sadly, I was grieving my grandmother’s passing and I never noticed it.

The day of the funeral came. I arrived early to the graveside, and wandered around to find the spray that I had ordered. The flowers were guaranteed to be there by noon on the day of the funeral. The service took place at 3 pm. Although there were many beautiful arrangements decorating my dear grandmother’s grave site….there was nothing there from me.

I checked all of the sprays, thinking maybe the card had been misplace. No all white display. Nothing from Teleflora. Nothing with a card missing that could have conceivably been from me.

After the funeral was over, I found the funeral home director and asked him if all the flowers for my grandmother had been brought to the grave site. He assured me that they had. And he offered to call and ket me know if any flowers arrived late.

Later that day, I had a message on my phone. It was the funeral home director, informing me that the flowers that were missing had arrived. And they had been delivered to the wrong location. After I saw them I was actually glad that they had not been delivered on time, y’all. Unbelievably, this is what they delivered:

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Does anyone see any white flowers? Me neither! All I see is a bunch of cotton pickin’ weeds! Do y’all see why I think the whole world’s going to hell in a hand basket? What kind of idiot thought this would be acceptable?

This started a heated email exchange between me and Teleflora. I might be southern, and therefore polite and sugary as sweet tea most of the time, but this was war! They picked the wrong time and the wrong occasion to mess with me. This was MY GRANDMOTHER’s flowers and funeral they had ruined, and I was spittin’ mad!

I’ll finish tellin’ y’all how it all played out tomorrow….


Ginger’s Holiday Letter

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Hey, y’all. Merry Christmas.

LAST week’s spin cycle, brought to us by Sprite’s Keeper at  http://www.spriteskeeper.com/my_weblog/ was supposed to be about  the dreaded holiday newsletter. I know, I know, I’m late. But I wanted a decent, recent festive picture of us with the dog. So I had to wait until we both had a day off, figure out what to wear, gather lots of treats for Hannah, shoo the cat out of the room, set up the blanket to sit on, lay down throw rugs over the wood floors so the dog could walk over to the tree without falling down and breaking a hip, set up the auto timer, try umpteen million times to get a shot where the dog is actually looking ahead and not at the treat on the floor (or the cat), sort through the pictures we took to find just the right one, hurry up and order Christmas cards with this picture on them from Snapfish so they would get here by Christmas, and find the time to actually sit down and post all this.

Life ain’t easy sometimes.

And since I absolutely abhor reading other folk’s newsy, chatty, braggy  holiday letters, I won’t subject y’all to any of that nonsense from me.

I won’t bore y’all with details about all the things that things that changed this year. I know you don’t want to hear about how our overtime has gone from 60% to nothing, AND we might be getting laid off next month. I know y’all don’t really care that my youngest son, Klinton has been accepted at ECU, and he has a beautiful new girlfriend. Or that my oldest son, Kyle, is graduating from Cape Fear Community College with a perfect 4.0 average. And he started a blog. (Not that anybody’s interested, but it’s at http://kylesmetablog.wordpress.com.) I’m sure no one is interested in the fact that I’m gonna be a first time grandma this spring, courtesy of my middle son, Ryan, bless his heart.

I also won’t try to y’all about all the fun stuff we did this year. No body would exactly love me going on and on about how we went to New York last spring and had the most perfect day of our lives playing golf and eatin’ at Brooks’s House of Barbeque. I’m not going to put you to sleep with stories about taking my step daughter to Myrtle Beach and going to the now defunct Hard Rock Park and Myrtle Waves and eatin’ meat at Rioz Brazilian Steakhouse until we were about to bust our guts.

You don’t have to read about our fun weekend in October, when my dear friend Debbie from Buzzin By ( http://buzzinby.com/ ) and her crazy husband, Kirk, came and we spent the whole weekend toting a pink, plastic flamingo around annoying the hell out of waitresses, policemen, people working in the beer tent at the Autumn in Topsail Festival, and rescue workers, by trying to get them to pose for a picture with a flamingo. But you can read all about it at www.snowyfeathers.wordpress.com, if you like.

I also won’t bore all of y’all to tears talkin’ about all the stuff that hasn’t changed. You won’t have to read about how I still haven’t lost weight, our credit cards still aren’t paid off, we still want to go on another cruise and my mother-in-law’s precious little angel, the white Bichon named Heidi, STILL isn’t house-broken after five years, bless her little furry heart.

And last of all, I know y’all will be ever so grateful to know that I won’t be tryin’ to make y’all be all sad and teary-eyed by tellin’ y’all about my beloved 96 year old Grandmama Gladys, who was so dear to me, who passed away on Oct. 23 of this year. But y’all can read about how wonderful she was here, https://gingereebs.wordpress.com/2008/11/13/i-found-a-letter/, if you feel like cryin’, that is.