Silence is golden….

Haven't heard a word today from my Mom, the Grand-bastardette.  I talked to my brother, the Poor Bastard………he left town to avoid her.  Life is good!

Weird breakfasts

I am having a great breakfast this morning.  Thought maybe you would like to try it out sometime.

Slice strawberrys in the bowl, add a couple of spoons of crunchy peanut butter, add a serving of yogurt…today it is strawberry, however vanilla is good too.  Mix it all up and tada…..breakfast.

What is your favorite breakfast that makes others go…blech?

The Grand Bastardette………..

It has been pretty peaceful with my Mom the last year.  I think perhaps she's mellowed.  WRONG!

I was awakened from a rare nap yesterday.  The folks at the retirement home call and say she is raising hell again.  And today at work I spent more time on the phone about her than I did at work.  Eighty three year old delinquents are a bit more than I can stomach.  My brother, Uncle Bastard, said she told him if he didn't get out of her room that she was going to jump off the balcony. 

Here Mom, let me give you a leg up…………………….

Ah………..spring time in Texas

I love Texas.  I love the mild winters, the hot summers under 100 degrees.  Those over 100 days are not so wonderful. 

The scary part…..tornado's.  Tonight the weather sirens started blaring…that only means one thing, the dreaded tornado.  Immediately we turn the television on to the best local station.  Log into the internet National Weather Service.  The storm is just northwest.  Good news right?  Yes and NO!  It is headed right for the ranch.

You all know that I love my job and those 48 boys in my care.  I get on the phone, no one has a clue.  I start giving orders.  I can be a pushy bitch when it comes to my boys.  Get them down from upstairs…get them ready to go to their designated areas…KEEP THEM SAFE!!!!  I ask God to protect them.

I'm fretting like it is the Bastard Clan in danger.  Finally the radar shows that the storm has passed them.  I call to check their status.  Everyone is ok, back in bed.

Thank you God for "Yes" answer to that prayer.

Radar shows it isn't over….tornado watch til 7 in the morning. 

PS.  BTW God….keep us safe from the dreaded tornado for the rest of the night……………..

In honor of our Happychick

Don't mess with the girl, she'll sic her pet on you. 

Relay for life

Tonight (if it doesn't rain us out) I will walk the "survivors lap" in the Relay for life.  As I walk around the field I will say a prayer for the souls of the people who are no longer with me.  My dearest friends Connie Mooneyham and Charles Allen.  Both died with glioblastoma multiform - brain cancer. I miss them so much. From the day they were diagnosed, until the day they died, only six months passed. 

For me 22 years have passed, and I wonder why I was chosen to stay and they were not.

I might write……….

A few people have told me I should write a book.  My comment is always that I can't hold a train of thought that long.  My mind wanders in all directions.  My sister thinks I should write a book about my experiences with our Mom. EEEEEEEEEK!  No, No a thousand times NO!

A girl at work read the post about my return flight home.  She said that was some funny stuff…..that I should write a funny book.  Probably not!

I have opinions on everything.  I am an avid reader.  I believe everything I ever wanted to know is in a book somewhere and all I have to do is find it.  I am not gullible enough to believe everything I read….in fact, I am quite a cynic. 

But, I'm thinking that I might just collect some of these random thoughts…stick them in some kind of order….and call it "As Sandra Sees It."  No, they'd never let me call it that because, as with everything else…..I stole it!

The Bastard Matriarchs children

  These are my children.  They are the greatest gifts I have ever received.  I love you…more than you'll ever know.  Even if your lifes work is to bust on me. 

The Pissy Sisters

  Meet my sister.  When we were kids we fought like demonettes.  We have a brother who is nine years younger than me…I'm surprised we didn't traumatize the boy.  He was VERY blonde as a young child….so we'd paint him on some eyebrows…throw in a little goatee for good measure.  She is 3 years older than me….which would make her….well never mind. 

She says we would put the "ya ya sisterhood to shame". (see her comments on the forgiveness post).

I have been trying to get her to start her own blog, alas I am a failure in this department.  She has a wicked sense of humor, smart beyond words….and best of all she's MINE!

Respect…………

Monday I returned to work.  I ran a small errand back to the school.  I was about to leave when I was approached by one of my staff.  "Ms. Lee, can I talk to you?" he asked.  "Sure" I say…we walked outside.  "I wondered if it would be ok if I asked K…….. to have dinner with me." he said shyly.  "WHAT?" I asked in amazement.  "I guess I'm asking for your blessing to ask her out" face now blushed.  "Yes…but don't you ever hurt her….I'll have to kill you if you do."  He smiles widely and explains how hard that was to ask…."like asking your boss to date her daughter."

And I think about K………, sweet little volunteer.  Just beginning graduate school, member of my church….and yes, another of my adopted kids.

And D……….the staff.  Shy, kind, efficient, reliable…on and on.  He's just 26 years old…two years younger than the Bastard Jr.  It amazes me that he would care enough what I think to ask my permission.

Maybe because to me I'm just one of the folks at work….Maybe because of my past wild and wicked life…I'm not sure.  But when someone shows me that kind of respect, I am in awe of the gift I have received.  I am so blessed.