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Quoting KinMonmouth:
Eating ice cream. Cherry Vanilla.
Missing the way BK was when I first signed on last year. Missing the funny stories and welcoming notes. Missing the energy of H1A, the God fearing of DD and Bear, missing Ponch's word, missing DBS's insight and the way she could make ya think and make ya mad..but that was ok..it's good to get riled up and think. I miss Suzie's planning and Mikes flirting and Cut's devilish remarks and Doc's wiseass remarks ...I miss much...So many are gone or have stopped posting. Too many are angry and that saddens me.
I'm guilty of not being here as much as well...Danny's taken up a good part of my time and I wouldn't have it any other way. He's great.
Too many people don't think. They live each day as the one before..almost robotically from work schedules to kid's schedules to our schedules. No time to think..it's a shame.
I switched cable company's this week. We will be without cable tv for 1 week. My son Alex and my roommate are both freaking out. They literally do not know how to go to sleep without the TV. They don't know what to do with their time now. It amazes me. I am not a big TV watcher, but they are so automated they don't think... they just flip it on and vegetate.
I think about my life and how so very lucky I am. My parents divorced when I was 3 1/2. I was fortunate as they were that they both remarried shortly after to wonderful people. I couldn't have asked God to deliver me better parents and I got 2 sets.
Step parents or not they raised me and they are part of who I am. I am eternally grateful for such a blessing. I see others who have 2 not so great parents. I got 4..is it fair? Probably not. Dunno why I was so lucky.
Through these 4 people who were from Texas, Iowa, Missouri, and New Jersey. I learned how to love, how to think, how to dream and achieve my dreams.
I had the good fortune of being raised in suburbs of big city's and spending summers on Country Farms. Meeting people from all walks of life. My parents are deaf. That in itself was a challenge most kid's don't face growing up. Sometimes as a child I found it annoying because I had to tell them everything someone said on the phone. Or interpret anything someone was trying to tell them at the pool or park or store. Sometimes I found it embarressing because my parents would use the sounds in their voice box to make a noise and it wouldn't sound "normal". I wish I never did feel that way...I sure don't now. As a kid..it's different I guess.
They are all high achievers and highly respected in their chosen fields. They are all loving , giving, good hearted people. We have a conjoined family of 8 kids. Five boys and three girls.
Not one alcoholic, not one drug addict, not one suicide,accidental death , or illness. We have 9 children between us as of today and all are healthy and doing well now.
We are blessed. I remind myself of this everyday.
My heart breaks when I see other's suffer so much. My heart aches when I think of what could happen to my own children. I try and make them think..like my parents made me think. I want them to dream and believe they can achieve anything they set out to do.
I guess I just miss the Good Ole Days....in my life..and here on BK
Song lyrics to: "Grandpa"
Lyrics Words and Music by Jamie O'Hara
Sang by the Judds
Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days
Sometimes it feels like
This world's gone crazy
Grandpa, take me back to yesterday
When the line between right and wrong
Didn't seem so hazy
Did lovers really fall in love to stay
And stand beside each other come what may?
Was a promise really something people kept
Not just something they would say?
Did families really bow their heads to pray?
Did daddies really never go away?
Oh, Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days
Grandpa, everything is changing fast
We call it progress
But I just don't know
And Grandpa, let's wander back into the past
And paint me the picture
Of long ago
Did lovers really fall in love to stay
And stand beside each other come what may?
Was a promise really something people kept
Not just something they would say and then forget?
Did families really bow their heads to pray?
Did daddies really never go away?
Oh, Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days
Oh, Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days
Eating ice cream. Cherry Vanilla.
Missing the way BK was when I first signed on last year. Missing the funny stories and welcoming notes. Missing the energy of H1A, the God fearing of DD and Bear, missing Ponch's word, missing DBS's insight and the way she could make ya think and make ya mad..but that was ok..it's good to get riled up and think. I miss Suzie's planning and Mikes flirting and Cut's devilish remarks and Doc's wiseass remarks ...I miss much...So many are gone or have stopped posting. Too many are angry and that saddens me.
I'm guilty of not being here as much as well...Danny's taken up a good part of my time and I wouldn't have it any other way. He's great.
Too many people don't think. They live each day as the one before..almost robotically from work schedules to kid's schedules to our schedules. No time to think..it's a shame.
I switched cable company's this week. We will be without cable tv for 1 week. My son Alex and my roommate are both freaking out. They literally do not know how to go to sleep without the TV. They don't know what to do with their time now. It amazes me. I am not a big TV watcher, but they are so automated they don't think... they just flip it on and vegetate.
I think about my life and how so very lucky I am. My parents divorced when I was 3 1/2. I was fortunate as they were that they both remarried shortly after to wonderful people. I couldn't have asked God to deliver me better parents and I got 2 sets.
Step parents or not they raised me and they are part of who I am. I am eternally grateful for such a blessing. I see others who have 2 not so great parents. I got 4..is it fair? Probably not. Dunno why I was so lucky.
Through these 4 people who were from Texas, Iowa, Missouri, and New Jersey. I learned how to love, how to think, how to dream and achieve my dreams.
I had the good fortune of being raised in suburbs of big city's and spending summers on Country Farms. Meeting people from all walks of life. My parents are deaf. That in itself was a challenge most kid's don't face growing up. Sometimes as a child I found it annoying because I had to tell them everything someone said on the phone. Or interpret anything someone was trying to tell them at the pool or park or store. Sometimes I found it embarressing because my parents would use the sounds in their voice box to make a noise and it wouldn't sound "normal". I wish I never did feel that way...I sure don't now. As a kid..it's different I guess.
They are all high achievers and highly respected in their chosen fields. They are all loving , giving, good hearted people. We have a conjoined family of 8 kids. Five boys and three girls.
Not one alcoholic, not one drug addict, not one suicide,accidental death , or illness. We have 9 children between us as of today and all are healthy and doing well now.
We are blessed. I remind myself of this everyday.
My heart breaks when I see other's suffer so much. My heart aches when I think of what could happen to my own children. I try and make them think..like my parents made me think. I want them to dream and believe they can achieve anything they set out to do.
I guess I just miss the Good Ole Days....in my life..and here on BK
Song lyrics to: "Grandpa"
Lyrics Words and Music by Jamie O'Hara
Sang by the Judds
Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days
Sometimes it feels like
This world's gone crazy
Grandpa, take me back to yesterday
When the line between right and wrong
Didn't seem so hazy
Did lovers really fall in love to stay
And stand beside each other come what may?
Was a promise really something people kept
Not just something they would say?
Did families really bow their heads to pray?
Did daddies really never go away?
Oh, Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days
Grandpa, everything is changing fast
We call it progress
But I just don't know
And Grandpa, let's wander back into the past
And paint me the picture
Of long ago
Did lovers really fall in love to stay
And stand beside each other come what may?
Was a promise really something people kept
Not just something they would say and then forget?
Did families really bow their heads to pray?
Did daddies really never go away?
Oh, Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days
Oh, Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days
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