Rockin' and Rollin'

      February 2024... Began with a small gentle rocking that quickly turned into a hard shaking rattle and roll! EARTHQUAKE!

  If that wasn’t enough to scare the Hell out of ya. (Make you drop to your knees praying for forgiveness!!) Toss in a good old fashioned thunder, lightening and hail storm!

 Welcome to February!!

   The ground hog did not see his shadow this year...  I’m sure the weather had something to do with it, when he came out... all that storming and earthquake scared him right back into his hole for another six weeks! It did me!

   One of my friends, I'll call Brenda, dragged me out of my cozy safe comfort zone, and forced me out into the cold cruel world.

   Sure I need a swag bag full of junk Right? I promised myself, I will not bring home anything I do not need... I need nothing.

  Yeah right, we all know how well that worked out. 

   This year, I had my free reusable little bag kinda full of pens, chap sticks, candy, etc. Exit gave out a huge bag, three times the normal size of bags! Thank you EXIT... of course I filled it up with more reusable bags, snacks, dog toy, cutting board, jar opener, cards, pens, pencils, erasers, they had some nice stuff, I did NOT need any of it of course! 

   No wonder my back was killing me later... (couldn’t be from lifting a heavy desk last month right?)

   We left the Expo and went to Two Friends and Junk.. Maybe not the name, but close enough...

  Brenda wanted to visit with   her friend Mary, she had a booth . Mary makes the neatest Father Christmas figurines out of  paper mache, real fur coats, and a man makes real wooden toys for the Santa bag. She gets 400.00 for them.

 I’d never met Mary or her sister, that helped her run the booth.

  The booth was small... so I waited in the aisle for Brenda to get her visit in. 

   Mary’s sister followed me out of the booth. I said I know you’re Cooper’s gramma, ,Jarad's mom, someone’s wife... and at one time you actually had a name. “

  She laughed, “Melody then Rick’s wife. 

  I repeated it with names this time, "Mel..., then Rick's wife, Jarad's mom, and now Cooper's gramma."

 She agreed. We lose our identity as soon as we get married and have kids. 

   We shared Grandson stories... her grandson shocked her by using the word “Butt”

  “Oh wait... hold my iced tea! Lemme tell you about my darlin’ little Rowdy #2, five years old. “Mema, I wanna marry a girl just like you!”

 Oh my goodness, I am so loved, so very blessed, melt my heart. He is my favorite grandchild, yano! Then he finished his sentence...

  “One without a penis...”

  Well... there is that...  *laughing!*

   Brenda came over “I was just waiting for you to finish catching up with Mel.”

  I laughed and said, “Oh I just met her!”

   The only strangers I know... is someone I haven't met yet.




   

   

  

  


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