Going Home

My Mom & Dad dee. I. vee. oh. are. see. e'd when I was 20, by then I had already been gone since I was 17, my Brother who is just a year younger had came and went a couple of times , my Sister Tami left shortly after the big D. at age 13. Our youngest Brother stayed the longest but was bounced between our parents and Ants & Uncles. I have often felt saddened when someone would say "we always come home on the weekends" or "I'm going home to see my folks". Fragmented family's often times don't lend themselves to having a roots kind of home. I remember when my Mom or Brother would say "are you coming up home for Christmas?" I'd reply "I am home but we are up coming for a visit"...petty I know. Trips north to visit family have always been so special to me, it has also been bittersweet. Recently one of my favorite Uncles passed away after nearly 3 year cancer battle (just for the record...most of them are my favorite, 9 on my Mom's side and 4 on Dad's). Packing and heading up north this time was that very rare feeling of "I am going home". A trip back to see Aunts, Uncles, cousins and neighbors that I hadn't seen in years, catching up, and being surrounded by people that I really love alot, at a very hard time...bittersweet.

Exhale. I am here, not my home but a home that I and my siblings spent ALOT of time at when we were kids, there are other homes, but for this trip this is where I want to be. The farm of my Uncle and my Ant. home. This is where I spent many summer days on the back of a horse or a pony herding the milk cows in the field out behind the barn. I also spent alot of time riding pigs and those milk cows, Uncle was fine with us riding pigs...not so fine with us riding the milk cows, especially when their milk production dropped. He never passed up a hard luck case or a good laugh. Over the years my Uncle and Ant took in many strays...human and critter...young and old. No one was ever turned away from their table. When he "went home" tickets were purchased post-haste, nieces, nephews, friends of his children that came to stay for the weekend and left over a year later...or never left until they were adults...we all came "home".

This is Sandy.
My Uncle and his son went to buy tractor parts, and came home with her, they bought her off a slaughter truck for $20, hooves over grown and nothing but skin and bones, she was in really rough shape. Another Aunt of mine, who lives down the road from Uncle had to have knee surgery...she was in rough shape too, so the donkey was named after Ant Sandy.

One day Kyle ran to the house saying "Grandpa Sandy is down, we need the 4 wheeler!" Uncle said "We'll take the truck, hop in" then he drove to get his son to help "get ol' Sandy up" all the while thinking it was Ant Sandy who was down. He pulled up to where Dan was, and said at the same time he saw Sandy the donkey on the ground "Dan, Sandy is down we need to go..." The story was still being told and laughed at as we all sat around and visited as families do when a loved one "goes home".

Ant Sandy's knee healed, and Sandy the donkey managed to get pregnant and have little Ellie Mae a couple of weeks ago, even though she still looks a bit rough she looks a whole lot better than she did when she stepped off the slaughter truck, another stray taken in. My Uncle will be missed, he was a good example of giving and reaching out to so many of us. It was a bittersweet trip...so if home really is where the heart is...then I can truly say...

...it was good to be "home".

Sock it to me:)

While my sister Tami is in Hawaii funning and sunning for the past week...I'm here in WI missing phone chats with her and enjoying these socks she knitted and sent me. It is supposed to get down to 47* tonight...and one would think I would sleep with these really comfy, really cool socks on...
...you see I have really cold feet, when I was younger I always slept with my socks on. Then along came Jon who said "what in the world are you doing with your socks on?" I explained that my feet are cold...really cold.
Have no fear your knight in shining armor is here!
You sleep without socks and you can warm your feet up on my legs...deal? Deal! So for years I pop into bed no matter the hour and if I so wish I plant my ice cubes on his heat radiating legs...deal...deal...not so fast. Last winter after over 25 years of defrosting my tootsies, I pop into bed...you can see where this is going right!?! So, I plant my frigid feet upon Mr. Lava Legs and he says "take those ice cubes off me." I reply in a somewhat state of you have got to be kidding me "say what? serious?" He assured me he was indeed serious. I remind him of the commitment he had made, cuz a deal after say 25 years is pretty much a committed for life kind of deal...right!?! He said "put your socks back on" "Well the honeymoon must be over and a deal is a deal...do we need to go to counseling (anytime he bugs me I tell him I'm signing us up for counseling...it's become a bit of a joke between us)?"
So with windows wide open and the fan blowing the nice cool...cold night air in on my hot honey...
...I will be sleeping...
...without socks on...
...ahhhh all is right with the world:)

End-End

Schools (finally) out for summer!!! The end of school has been a little bitter sweet for me. Here are just a couple of memories from the year.

I'm glad I caught this picture for posterity sake.

Avery made these polar fleece pajamas...

...and this guy in a Sew Much More home ec. class.

Willy giving it his all.

Working at the high school has had it perks, getting asked to wear a football jersey Homecoming game day would be one of them:)
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Here is where the end of the end comes in...
...the "how do you like them apples?"

For the past 10 years I have worked at the local high school as a teachers aide (excuse me if I don't use the PC terminology--paraprofessional). I was injured on the job a little over 2 years ago, recovery has been slow and not total. I would love to spill the whole pot of beans on this but until all is said and done with workman's comp mums the word.
Bear with me, as I go a little off track, it will all come together...in the end. Through out this injury my sister Tami has been a huge support and just a bit outspoken ( I know, hard to believe) on the whole ordeal. As I dealt/deal with w/c, the school, meds, drs. dr. bills, surgery, PT, OT, etc. etc. in the back ground has been my sister "you tell them that they broke you, now they need to fix this mess!" She has talked me through the in and outs, ups and downs, and has been a shoulder to cry on. Back on track we go...
I have had work restrictions and it has been a challenge for the school to work within my limitations. A month before school was out the superintendent came to see me one day and explained that due to my medical restrictions they will not have a position for me next year. A couple weeks later I learned that I would be getting my 10 years of service "Apple Award". When I told Tami about my "apple award" she said something to the effect "Well, will it have a big ol' bite taken out!?! It really should, and if they hand you the whole apple you just hand it back to them and say(I'll insert a breath here for her, although she doesn't often come up for need of air)..."clearly you seem to have forgotten to take a bite out of the proverbial apple" at this point what do you have to lose I mean REALLY!!" So the last week of school on Monday I was given my walking papers, and on Wednesday I was given my "apple award" I opened the box, took out my apple and had a little chuckle...

...as requested Tami, the proverbial bite had been taken :)

Friends Fur-ever!

This is how it started...... it happens...

...every......day......day... ...after......day......sometimes......twice a day!