Wow, what a title!
So how have I done this….well let’s see.
Back in 2003 I took a cruise to the Bahamas.
That was a total cultural difference. But I actually
looked at that has an adventure. And it was! So much
fun. That might have to be my next blog entry, my
Okay, as usual I have gotten off the subject. Let’s see,
first I tried to broaden those experiences with things that
I ate. You see, I use to not eat things that sounded strange
or add ingredients in them that I did not like (even if you
could not taste it). Heck, I use to not eat sour cream cause
of the word “sour”! But anyway, on my first cruise I
decided that it was an adventure and probably one I
would never partake in again….so I decided to try out
something I thought I would never try…..escargot, yep,
I ate snails! Oh my gosh, it was great. Cooked in garlic
and butter, a bit rubbery but the taste was nice. Since
then I have tried it fried, nope, did not care for that. I
have tried crawfish, where you snap the heads off and
suck the insides out…yep, another thing I did not care
for. Plus, there have been the oysters on a half shell,
you really don’t want my version on that one. But
covered in hot sauce and horseradish sauce, the taste
is not so bad.
Okay, that covers my food cultural experiences now
what about music! I am a country music listener mostly,
I love 50’s and 60’s oldies, a lot of musical soundtracks.
But this past November I went to see the Nashville Symphony.
I had been with school as a child and a friend on mine and
I went in my early 20’s. But this event was one I just did not
want to miss. The Symphony was playing to the movie of the
Wizard of Oz. Those of you who really know me, know that
is my most FAV movie of all times. I have to say that I enjoyed
the performance. There were a few draw backs, one being that it
was a revised version or re-mastered, color was so vibrant that
the ruby slippers were almost blinding. They had a glow about
them, as well as other items did. The movie at times was hard
to hear over the instruments. The plus side was, I was really a
neat experience and the seating in the new bldg. where the
Symphony plays is awesome. There would not be a bad seat
in the place.
Last night a friend of mine, Theresa and I took in another cultural
experience! We went to see the Nashville Jazz Orchestra play.
Along with the Orchestra was singer Mandy Barnett. Mandy
starred as country music legend Patsy Cline in the stage show
“Always…Patsy Cline” several years ago at our famous Ryman
Auditorium. She has a voice so like Patsy’s and she was so great
last night. She sang songs like “Cry me a River’, “In the Still of
the Night”, and “Up a Lazy River”….The two combined together,
her voice and the instruments was a fantastic combo. I am so glad
I went and was able to enjoy this…..all for $20.00.
On another note: Mandy will be performing with the original cast
from “Always..Patsy Cline” again starting in mid April to the end
of May. I hope to be able to take that show in as well. I have always
liked Patsy Cline’s music so I am sure to enjoy the show.
Thanks again for stopping in to read about me broadening my
Friday, February 27, 2009
Wow, what a title!
Posted by Pam Jackson at 7:30 AM
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Every now and then out of the blue an old story
hits me that I think would be funny to add to my
blog (can you tell)! Maybe I should right a book?
Not thinking that will happen, I am not really one
of your most organized sort of people.
Today’s story is an event that took place in my life
about three and a half years ago. I had not been
feeling my best (later to find out it was the sleep
apnea thing). But I had one major migraine after
another, I was having the sleep issues where I
thought I was getting enough at night but it seemed
during the day it never was enough. I could fall off
to sleep anywhere, anytime. I was in a long distance
relationship with a man whose Mother was ill and I
was putting a lot of time and effort into giving it my all
for him. I had my daughter and grandson living with me,
I was stressed and a bit on the depressed side. That
along with my job, daily issues and decisions was
putting a large overload on me.
One day, I parked my car about 10 minutes from my
home, right outside my Mom’s neighborhood to catch
the bus to work. This day, I was there before the bus
and I was not chasing it down, but I sat there for a
couple of minutes before it arrived.
On the way to work a strange feeling and question came
over me….where were my keys? When I got to work I
called my Mom and asked her that if she went out would
she go by and check to be sure that I had not left them in
the car. See, for stupid reason’s like this, my Mom has an
extra car key and house key for me (let’s not mention the
times I have locked myself out of the house).
Well, Mom had things to do so it was another couple hours,
3 total before she made it down to my car. She called me
to tell me that yes, I had left the keys in there, but not only
did I leave them in there, I left the car running! Three hours,
the car sit there in one spot and ran. OVERLOAD!
I have done things like cleaning out and changing purse’s
during the evening and the next day as I head out the door
I grab the new purse, stop and do something then pick up
the old purse (habit) and make it to the car with both of them.
Or to put peanut butter in the refrigerator. Or….better yet, put
a pot of water on the stove to boil for tea and walk out of the
room and start doing something else only to remember when
its to late. I have had to throw out so many pots…….
Those my friends are not my Senior Moments, Blonde
Moments..they are my lack of Oxygen to the Brain Moments
(with sleep apnea, you get lack of oxygen to the brain at night)
…..that is my story and I am sticking to it!
Thank you for stopping in once again…makes you wonder
what kind of story I will tell next!
Posted by Pam Jackson at 6:26 AM
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Years ago I use to ride the Metro bus to town everyday to
work. I did this to save on gas, wear and tear on the truck,
cost of parking and I could rest, read, talk and visit on the
On the back of the bus we had our own little group of people.
We visited everyday to and from work, shared our lifes and
our families. I use to catch the bus home right in front of
the bldg. I worked in down town. Walk right out the bldg.,
cross the street and would get right on the 4:25 bus home.
One day while sitting in the back of the bus with some
friends, talking and running my mouth like normal...heading
home...it hit me! I jumped up out of my seat, shouted "OH
CRAP" (actually I think I used another word that relates to the
same thing), started pulling on the bell wire to stop the bus. Everyone
was looking at me, "What's wrong Pam", "What's the matter"...
I had to look them in the face, without laughing (or crying as
it should have been), I said " I drove today"!
Yep, I drove. Parked about 10 blocks away, up the hill in the
parking garage. So I got off the bus (luckly it was just leaving
town) at Riverfront Park, and walked back up, past 5th
and Charlotte, to the parking garage where my truck awaited
Okay...so this would not be the first time I had pulled something
like this. I was famous for chasing the bus in the morning, so you
never knew where I would catch it, or where I would be parked.
I had been known to park in Donelson and take the bus all the
way to Hermitage, just to get off where I should have parked
and not find my truck or car. Someone would always take me
back or I would have to call my Mom and have her take me back.
Overload mostly, unorganized a bit also...who knows. Luck would
have it that I park right in front of my bldg. now! Easy to find my
Posted by Pam Jackson at 6:41 PM
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Posted by Pam Jackson at 5:07 PM
Monday, February 23, 2009
One day as I cleaned the car, I removed the booster set, Thanks, Pam
This little dog is so set in his ways, so spoiled and
such a baby when it comes to certain things.
He had been living with me for a little over 1.5 yrs., and
had developed his own PLACE in the car. He loved sitting
in Caleb's booster set. When Caleb was not in the car, that
is where Dakota set. I would lower the window just enough for
him to hand in head out and this dog was in heaven.
took it apart to wash the cover. Later as I headed to my Mom's,
without the seat, windows down......I lost my dog. I had the
radio up, on the phone and I was not sure where I lost him.
The one thing I was sure of was that he was in the Hermitage
Hills area. I remember him popping in between the seats as
I turned up Bonnafield.
After an hour of searching, crying and so afraid for him...
I found him. He had walked, crawled, or hopped to a side
street and was sitting under a tree...waiting. I got out and
called for him and he hopped over to me, acting so ticked
off. I think he was mad cause I took so long to find him.
He was in pain so Mom and I headed to the animal clinic,
after hours of course.
Dakota had a broken leg. Not just broken but it was broke
in such a way that he required surgery, a plate and a pin
put in his leg.
I am sure he did not jump from the car. I think what
happened was without the booster seat to stand up
on, he must have tried to stand on the door handle to
get a bit further out the window, just at that point I
went around a curve. I think that is when he fell out.
It was a miracle that I did not run over him.
He is fine now. Surgery went well, he was jumping,
like a terrier does within a week (against drs. orders).
He limps from time to time in cold weather.
Here is a pic of a dog on drugs!!!! He was a mess after
One day as I cleaned the car, I removed the booster set,
Posted by Pam Jackson at 4:33 PM
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Posted by Pam Jackson at 6:05 PM
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Posted by Pam Jackson at 7:10 AM
Friday, February 20, 2009
Friday, the day after Thursday, the day before
Saturday. Thank goodness that it is the last of
the work week for most of us.
Speaking of work week, whoever came up with
that. Work 5 days, off two? It’s such a struggle at
times to get what you have to get done in those
two days off. By the time you work in the house
cleaning, the yard work, laundry, keeping the car
clean, cooking and anything extra, you need another
day off before going back to work on Monday. Or
maybe that’s just me and my sleep apnea talking but
I don’t even have a family to cook for anymore, so I
pretty much forego that these days. Then the yard work,
I hired it done a lot last summer. Laundry,I keep up…need
those clothes to wear. But even the cleaning, I do only
what I need to just to get by these days. And to think I
had a friend that once referred to me as the “Cleaner from
Hell”. I was always cleaning something, even if it did not
need it. I sure would like to have those days back where I
felt like at least thinking about being like that again!
Okay…back to the work days and weeks. My daughter will
call me at work and ask me what I am doing! What’s with
that? I am at work, what does she think I am doing??? I
usually tell her, “ the funny thing about it is they want me
here 5 days a week, 7.5 hours a day….and they want me to
work while I am here, what is wrong with that picture”?
Sorry, she has heard it so much that it is not funny to her
anymore, then don’t ask!
Okay folks, it’s FINALLY FRIDAY…..I will be free again.
Have a great weekend and don’t kill yourself getting things
done before Monday!
Posted by Pam Jackson at 9:50 AM
Thursday, February 19, 2009
You see this clock was a backwards clock. Not only does
Of course while laughing I asked my boss “why are you giving this to me, because I am backwards or just different’….at that point he turned a bit red, threw his hands in the air and said “I don’t know why I am giving it to you”, then he told me he
The clock is on my wall above my shelf, right above my desk.
At first it was a bit hard to get use to. Even now, I have to look
In my office, you ask the time of day, there is no telling what you
Posted by Pam Jackson at 3:38 PM
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
My dog, the one I did not want, the one that was
pawned off on me, the one I vowed I would find a
home for because I did not want a dog and I was
not keeping him….yeah, that dog. He is a source of
laughs at times and yes, I have come to love him.
Dakota is very smart. My daughter and them had
taught him to sit before I got him, but from there I
have taught him to sit up, row over, dance on his hind
legs, walk on his hind legs, shake, give me a kiss on
the cheek and high five me. Very smart and learns these
things really fast. I love it because I have never had a
dog that would do these tricks for a treat before. But
stubborn, he is that for sure. If he don’t want to obey
you, he will not. He has a mind all his own. He is very
set in his ways for a dog that just turned 2 on Feb. 12th.
He is spoiled rotten.
Right after I got him, I was painting my kitchen. He is
like my second shadow and at times he will follow so
close that if he were taller and I bent over I would have
to pluck him ….oh well, I will leave that one alone!
Anyway, in my trying to paint, he was right under my feet.
I tripped over him so many times that I finally decided
to put him on his long leash outside. That did not work
because he barked and carried on so bad I was afraid the
neighbors would have me picked up for abusing him.
Back in he came, only to continue following me around.
I then decided that I would put him on the deck and block
off the area going down the steps. Now my deck sits somewhat
high off the ground. I figured that the woman next door
could put her dog out like that and he is a big lab, he
never gets off, so I figured Dakota was stuck on there.
I looked out at one point to see Dakota in the backyard.
Okay, I have no clue how he got there, but he had to
have taken a leap off the deck. I got him back up there,
put the leash on him and dared him to move. I kept
looking out to be sure all was well, when at one point
I noticed the leash passing in front of the door to the
edge of the deck, but no dog. I opened the screen to
look out and there he was….hanging over the deck,
attached to the leash, claws dug into the deck and him
holding on for dear life! I was shocked and scared all at
once but it was actually funny looking. Had I not been
afraid that he would chock or hang himself, or break his
neck, I would have told him to hold on so I could go get
I got him down, took him in and went up stairs to get the
baby gate I had bought when I got him and locked him
out of the kitchen. Okay…why did I not think of that before???
I had but I really did not want him having the run of my
house with my new carpet but I finally gave it up and locked
him out of the kitchen. BRAT.
The dog sleeps with me. I lay on my side with my legs bent
behind me and the dog curls up between my legs and my
backside to fall asleep. We don’t last long like that due to my
sleep issues and me tossing all over the bed. But one morning
we woke somewhat like that. Dakota was under the covers and
started to work his way out. To my surprise, he got caught under
my gown, he continued to walk out from under my covers, all
the time me laughing and telling him you can’t get out that way.
I finally had to sit up on the edge of the bed, stand slowly and
shake him out of my gown! What a way to start the morning.
NEED TO GO OUT!
Then this past Christmas season we had several rainy spells.
Dakota don’t like getting wet. Heck, he don’t even like to walk
on wet grass and get his feet wet. But this time I guess he had
held it long enough and he came to tell me he had to go out.
It was a drizzle at that time but Dakota would not venture far
from the base of the house. Finally, he walked a bit out into
the yard and with all the things in the yard to go on…he picked
my lighted rein deer. I am standing on the porch talking to him
(yes, I do) and telling him there are trees and bushes and he
has to pee on the deer. About that time with a nice steady stream,
he yelped out and ran to the porch. I can only guess that he got
the shock of his life…………..
More stories on Dakota to come.
Posted by Pam Jackson at 8:10 AM
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Have you ever just looked at a bungee cord? Awesome idea to make this type of thing to be used in so many ways. They have the stretch, the hook that can hook on to just about anything. But…you don’t ever want one to come loose as you try to attach the other end.
Ten years ago, my daughter moved to Jackson TN. That trip would be about 2.5 hours away from where I live. One day I packed up (yes, and for those who know me would not be surprised that it was just me, I hate to ask for help) all her stuff in the back of my big GMC Sierra truck. I had boxes, bed frame, mattress and box springs and so much more. I loaded the back end up and decided that I sure did not need a box spring (which I had laying over on the mattress) flying off the truck going down the interstate. I decided to tie this stuff down with my bungee cords. Now, what happened next was something else…
I hooked one end onto a place on the bed of the truck used for this purpose or for tying ropes around. I then threw it up and over the load and went to the other side of the truck to attach that part to the truck. At that point, the first side gave way! Now, it could not have flown past my head, or just landed in the truck on the box springs, NO, it had to hit me in the eye.
Remember me asking, had you looked those things? Well, they have the cord, then a knotted area, then a hook. The knotted area hit me right on the eye brow and the hook of course hit me in the eye. Luck would have it that I was backed right up to the shed, that was raised off the ground so as I saw black and started to pass out…I shook my head, flew back and sat right in the entrance of the shed. I am here to tell you that the cartoon
type birds and stars you see over someone’s head when they take a blow to the head, are REAL! I saw those pretty blue birds as they flew around my head!
My neighbor came out and spoke to me, checked on me, I recovered and continued to load up to leave. I made the drive to Jackson, helped unload and had lunch. It was late when I headed back. Dusk was setting in and I realized I had a headache (what’s new there) and was seeing spots in front of my eye.
I ended up seeing an eye doctor the next week. He looked behind my eye with this neat machine and told me I was in luck, no damage. But, to this day, I will not use a bungee cord. I do not know if it was to short for what I was doing, not hooked well on that side or what…..but I have no use for them these days. Although, with care and caution, they work well at something’s.
And to this day, I have yet to see those pretty blue birds again.
Thanks for stopping in.
Posted by Pam Jackson at 1:12 PM
Monday, February 16, 2009
Living with sleep apnea pretty much sucks. In October 2005,
after one and a half years of a daily headaches and falling
asleep at red lights, I went through two sleep studies and
faced the fact that I had to sleep the rest of my life with
Now all of a sudden the sleep is off again even with the
machine. Fear of thinking that I would have to go through
a sleep study again I have put this growing problem off
for the last few months. Finally, after a two week migraine
and dragging myself around I decided to call the doctor.
My insurance change a few years ago so to be able to see
a sleep doctor under them, I had to have a referral from my
regular doctor. I was able to get and appointment and be seen
last week by him and his office was looking into getting me
in to see a doctor. Hopefully I will know something tomorrow.
Sleeping with a machine nightly is a pain. But if things are
working correctly and oxygen is getting to the brain, its helps
with the migraines. Apparently the pressure needs to be adjusted
on the machine.
When I went through the study before, I was told that I had 146
episodes in a 7 hour study. These episodes may not have just
been where I stopped breathing, they could have been legs jerking
or something like that. But in the times I stopped breathing, I was
told that I stopped anywhere from 10 to 40 seconds at a time. I
can't hold my breathe for 40 seconds. That explains the migraines,
oxygen doesn't make it to the brain, hence a migraine!
I use to go around saying "that was a blonde moment" when I
did or said something off the wall. When I was told I had this mess,
I changed that saying to " that would be my lack of oxygen to the
brain moment"!!!!! Forgive me all you blondes out there....
Anyway, keep your fingers crossed for me cause I now understand
there is a machine that can be attached to mine now a days that
could prevent me from having to go a sleep study again. It is suppose
to measure my breathing, register any problems and this should
tell if the pressure needs upping some. I sure hope so, I do not
want to go through all those wires attached to me again.
Thanks for dropping in once again...
Posted by Pam Jackson at 6:09 PM
Sunday, February 15, 2009
I so dislike having in mind what I want and not being able
to find it...or even really being able to settle on what I think
I have a oak finish pre- fab roll top desk for my computer.
Got a great buy on it, $20.00 at a yard sale. Thought it
would be perfect for me but I was not thinking I don't guess..
(and at this point you can keep your thoughts to yourself)!!
The desk is nice but by the time you get a monitor in there you
really don't have room for much of anything else...and have
I used the roll top part to conseal the papers and mess around
the computer, NO! So, this desk has just got to go.
One problem I have ran into with getting another desk is
the fact that I want my computer in my livingroom. Why??
I spend more time in that room. So that leads to finding something
that will match or somewhat match with what I have in there. I do not
want anything big, blocky, or heavy looking. I have two large
pieces in that room already and I really would like to keep the
rest a bit lighter and airy feeling. Next problem is that I have
several older pieces like a magazine table and a large secretary.
These to pieces along with a magazine rack are all in a dark
mahogany color. I would like to match a desk with those piece,
plus, I would like the desk to have an old feel to it...so a new desk
will not do.
My Mother suggested me having a table top, or desk top cut and
then for the legs, use the old stand part from my Great Grandmothers
Singer sewing machine. Wow...what a thought. That would be great,
but then I got this wild hair that if I could find an old solid wood door
that I could have it cut to fit and make a desk from that. Well, I was
a bit disapointed yesterday when the only solid doors I could find were
12 foot high. To much waste. Plus, I would have to have had a piece
of glass cut since the doors have raised panels in them. Okay...that
great idea, I had to rethink.
After that disapointment, I stopped at a couple of antique stores, which
I love to do and just walk around and look. I found a desk that I thought
would be awesome. Dark, like my other pieces, solid wood, old, same
drawer pulls as my secretary. Plus, I thought I had found a couple of
cherry end tables Mom was looking for. With that, we got my brothers
truck and took off. I was then disapointed when I went back to look at
the desk, the width from front to back was not that wide, presenting
the problem of the monitor again, but I would have had more space
around. I think it was mislabeled and it was really a dressing table
and not a desk. With all that, Mom was not crazy about the cherry
tables either. So we struck out all around.
On the way home we stopped at Home Depot and checked out wood..
back to making a desk. I found an awesome peice of wood, one solid
piece, and Chase (did I mention that my nephew is making it for me?)
will not have to cut much off. The guy at Home Depot said it was actually
a mix of wood with mahongy being one wood used. It should stain
the darkness I am looking for. I think we are in business again!!
All left for me to do is to take the sewing machine cabinet apart,
I want to keep the sewing machine. Get Chase the base, the wood
and tell him what I want. He will have to round off the edges and
make it look professional....BUT he can do it. He is great with doing
things like that.
Okay, this will work. Took long enough to decide. I will not have drawers
but I have drawers on the secretary I can use and I will get some nice
decorative baskets for under it to put things in. I am excited now.
Thanks again for stopping in.
Posted by Pam Jackson at 5:33 PM
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Yes, today, Valentines Day is my day
of birth....all so many years ago!
I have tried all my life to convince
everyone around me that I am a
I have had dinner cooked for me, taken
to lunch, nice gifts, great cards and
great ecards, awesome birthday wishes
via email, facebook and the phone. I have
had calls from Ohio, GA. and AZ. I have
had calls from two niece's, two nephew's, Mom,
brother and sister in law, cousin, friends,
daughter and my Grandson..and
they have all been so sweet and so nice. Brings
a smile to my face.
Thank you everyone for keeping me in
your thoughts, for you awesome wishes
and your great cards!
Love you all...
Posted by Pam Jackson at 4:58 PM
Friday, February 13, 2009
This is my youngest Grandson. He is just barely .
Caleb was a shoulder dystocia baby, just like his
Although DJ decided to come early when it came
There was one problem, DJ was born with a club foot.
He had some issues with the milk and tummy problems.
Caleb loves his little brother. At first he would
He is now at the age where when you talk to him
Thank you for stopping in and meeting my
Posted by Pam Jackson at 12:42 PM
Thursday, February 12, 2009
loving little man come into my life by the name
of Caleb Tyler.
Caleb has the most beautiful crystal blue eyes that
seem to light up the room when he smiles. He is almost
as tall as his Nana and he is and always has been a
Nana’s boy. When picking a name, Tyler Lee was being
tossed around and my daughter told me she really did
not care for that to much. So I suggested Caleb Tyler. She
liked that well enough that’s the name the little one was given.
I was blessed to be asked to be a part of that delivery and
be there and hold him when he was just a few minutes old.
Before the birth Amber kept asking me what the baby was
Going to call me and being just a tad over 40 years old when
I was told I was going to be a Grandmother, I kept telling her,
"the kid could call me Pam". I never meant it but it was oh so
much fun messing with my daughter! But when they handed
that child to me, my first words were “come to Grandma”.
Caleb did not get to come home with Amber which was so
hard on her, he was having a hard time keeping his body
temp up. But within a couple of days, he was home. And
he got to stay the night with his Nana when he was just a
Now…what would he call me? On his own he started calling
me Nana. I think he took the word No No and made Nana…
and so there my name was born.
Caleb and his Mom moved in with me when Caleb was a
week away from turning a year old. He lived with me until
he was a couple months past his 6th birthday. He became
his Nana’s shadow. Whatever I did, he did. I cooked, he
cooked, I striped wallpaper, he did to, I scrubbed the bathroom,
he helped. Somewhere I think there must be a law against
a 3 year old knowing how to scrub a toilet so well! I taught
him to make his bed, vacuum the floors, mop….he is well
rounded and even though having them live with me so long
took a tow on me, I loved teaching him and being with him.
Caleb is a bright child. Before the age of 4 he knew 32 state
Capitals. We worked daily with all of that. Now, in the 2nd
grade he is reading at a level 32 and that is the level a 3rd
grader should be at at the end of 3rd grade. He is an A and B
student and his Nana is so proud of him. He is a whiz on
the computer, the cell phone or the remotes for tvs (things
I don’t even know). He listens, he learns and he adsorbs.
Caleb is still a Nana’s boy and probably always will be.
But now he has a little brother who is just barely 3 months old.
Next post will be about DJ.
Posted by Pam Jackson at 6:19 PM
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
I have stories I could tell from my daily adventures
but I have some funny things that I have enjoyed
telling over the years and for some reason this one was
just yelling at me to tell today! Another ex story~
I make friends really easy, and I don't have a problem
meeting new people but for some reason this one time
just did not feel right. My ex came to me one day and
told me that a man he had been going hunting with,
that he also worked with was wanting us all to come
up for dinner one night. I said, "yea, okay"...little
did I know that within a few days, that okay would
come back to bite me in the rear.
Remember...I did not have a good feeling about this
dinner and it got even worse when the night came
and my ex was out loading his hunting bow and arrow
in the trunk of my car! Strike #1.
Stike #2 came when on the way up the ridge to a small
hole in the wall town (blink, you missed it) my ex tells
me that we have to stop at KFC to get chicken. My mouth
drops open and of course I ask "We are invited to dinner,
and we have to take it?" The reply I got was that they
were going to give us 1/2 back when we get there! Okay,
tell me what is wrong with this picture? I was feeling
even worse about this dinner by this time.
As we drive on up to this town and turn down this road
my ex points out a house and says "theres where Randal's
brother lives"....okay place, then come his parents place...
not bad. Right past the parents home we pull into a drive
and there in front of me is the most run down trailer I have
ever seen, strike 3. I know my mouth dropped open. Now keep
in mind my daughter Amber is with us and at the age she was
at the time she pretty much spoke the first thought that came
to mind. I was so hoping she would not and she did good, she
said nothing, could have been the look I gave her.
We were met on the porch by Randal and his wife and child. We
were introduce and I pegged him right up front. This man did
not like dealing with women. He never spoke or looked me in the
eyes. Then came strike 4...we stepped inside! The floor slanted down
at an angle. The living room was a dark paneled room with deer
heads and other critters hanging on it. No womans touch at all.
I followed the wife (can't remember the name now) into the kitchen.
Stike 5, the cabinets were hanging at an angle on the wall, the faucet
was hanging down a bit into the cracked and broken sink. At this
point I was just happy there were no bugs. The wife begins to fix Randals
plate and takes it to him in the living room. My ex looks at me
and I proceed to tell him to get up and fix his own. The wife
tells me that she don't work, he won't let her so she either serves
him in the living room or the bedroom. Again, I tell my ex to
get his own, I work and I am not waiting on him. I get a dirty
look from the other husband.
After dinner, the guys decide that it is getting dusk and time to
go to some other guys land where they hunt and see
the deers come out to feed. I speak up at this point and say...
the kids and I are going to. I invite the wife to go. I am getting
those evil male looks from the other husband! We go, we see,
I tick the man off more, we head back.
There is my ex, my two kids and I in the back seat of the wifes
old caddy and Randal, the wife and their kid in the front. We are
headed back, its dark and going into a turn, Randal see's deer eyes
in a field. So...he takes off with all of us in the caddy into the field with
the wife saying lowly in a southern draw "Now Randal, don't mess up
my car". The deer run off.....go figure! But then he spots a skunk! He says
"that must be the one that is getting under the house and smelling it up, I will
take care of him". Yes, he does, he proceeds to chase the skunk with
the car. Now tell me, what do you think would have happened if
he would have hit that thing?? Then he yells out " I got him" and
me being me had to look out the rear window and even though I
could not see the skunk, I knew he had not gotten it, I said, "no you
did not get him". With that he whips that big honking car around
and heads out for it again as we bounce and bop around in the
car! Thinking once again he got it...I once again told him no. So he
decides to bounce us out of the field, across the street to the trailer
to go get his gun.
We pull up in the drive. We all pile out. As Randal is heading to
the house and my ex is speaking to him, I hook my thumbs in
my belt loops on my jeans and I proceed to be me again...I say "Wow,
that is the best darn skunk round up I have ever been on"! Okay..
so the dirty looks came from my ex that time.
Can that be the reason I am not married anymore!! LOL
PS....we were never invited back!
Posted by Pam Jackson at 5:20 PM
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
That question was asked in such an innocent way...but it generated
so much laughter!
A couple of weeks ago at work, one of my bosses came by my
office and stood in my doorway without saying a word. I
raised my hands up in the air and said "I did not do it"!...why
this statement you are probably asking! That goes back to
earlier in the day when a couple of times some
funny statements were made or something funny happened
in the office. My boss (yes, the same one from the doorway),
while laughing told me that it seemed like things happened
when I was around. That is the reason
for the statement "I did not do it"!
Okay....on with the story. My boss laughed at my
statement and then told me that he was standing
there so I could see his new glasses. They looked
the same to me. But I told him not to worry about
me not noticing them, that sometimes I missed things
like that. I told him that once my ex husband
shaved off his beard and mustache one night while
I was out and when I got home I sat and talked with him
for over an hour before I realized what he had done! That
being funny in itself, my boss walks off and says very low,
"could that be the reason you are not married anymore"?!!!
Oh my gosh...talk about laughing. That saying became a
office joke between the two women I work with and myself.
Later in the day, one of the women, Cindy, was at the
copier and she made this horrible scraping sound...the
kind that sends a chill down your back. I told her that
my ex use to not be able to stand someone rubbing their hands
on a balloon, so when the kids had a balloon I sent them to their
Dad and told them to rub their hands around it. Cindy said "Pam"
...and laughed. I waited for a couple of seconds and then I said
"could that be the reason I am not married anymore"?
That line has been used more then once in the last few weeks.
Cindy, Deborah and I seem to find humor in the smallest of things.
They will either become our motto saying for the week or just a joke.
Have a laugh on me...or maybe you just had to be there.
But these things may be the reason I am not married anymore!
Posted by Pam Jackson at 6:32 PM
Monday, February 9, 2009
For those whom I have not shared this news with, I will
be a featured artist, along with one other one, at an
art gallery! I am so excited to be having a show for my paintings.
I have been going through my work to decide what to hang at
the opening, what I need to touch up, or frame...or what to
paint to take along.
About a year ago I bought a new wooden cabinet door for the
purpose of painting a picture on it. Up until the other day I
had not decided as to what I would paint on it.....then Saturday
evening I was tossing a few things around and settled on a wooden
birdhouse on a wooden pole with a climbing rose bushe going
up and around the pole. I worked on it for a couple of hours
Saturday night and between working outside and around the
house Sunday...I finished it. I am so proud of the way this one
turned out. Let me know what you think by leaving a comment.
So with that said...take a look....................
Thanks for stopping by.
Posted by Pam Jackson at 4:30 PM
Sunday, February 8, 2009
I once worked with a man that told me that people
would not know the silly things I did, if I did not tell
them! The way I see that is, I get a good laugh from
them so I like to share those laughs!
This story took place about a year ago. I was on my
way home from work, talking with my cousin, Kathy
on the phone. I had things running through my head
about what I needed to get at the store, the conversation,
things I needed to do when I got home ..etc. While I talked
with Kathy, I pulled into Kroger parking lot and noticed
the beautiful sunset. As I continued to talk, turn the car
off (keeping in mind to remove the keys), lock the door
(with the clicker), thinking I needed to pull my camera
from my purse and take a photo of the sunset.....and while
all this multi tasking was going on in my head, keeping
my mind on what Kathy was saying, I aimed my car
clicker at the sky and hit the button! OVERLOAD! I
got so tickled and started laughing at which point I
had to explain all this to Kathy. I had thoughts on
getting the camera, and I guess at that point I thought
I had gotten it out.....
Of course this was so funny to me that I could not wait
to share this moment with my friends and family.
Another "lack of oxygen to the brain moment"!!
Enjoy that site and a good laugh on me...
Posted by Pam Jackson at 12:32 PM
Saturday, February 7, 2009
My Grandson Caleb stayed the night with me
last night. He is a pretty healthy eatter. Sometime
after dinner he stated that he was still hungry. I
called off fruit and a couple of other things and got
a "no" to each one of them....then I remembered that
I had a salad made. Caleb loves salad. So when I
asked if that was what he wanted he jumped up and
I ventured off into the kitchen and fixed him a bowl
of salad, with an extra bowl containing a couple of
dill pickles, per his request.
Caleb sat in the floor in the living room at his
stool that he uses as a table. Within a few
minutes he held up a piece of cauliflower on his
fork and said "Nana, I don't like this kind of broccoli!"
I never realized that he had never had cauliflower, raw
or cooked before. He told me he thought it was white
broccoli! Kids can say the cutest things. Him and
I have laughed about "Not liking that kind of broccoli"
several times today.
I on the other hand, like raw cauliflower.
Posted by Pam Jackson at 3:27 PM
Friday, February 6, 2009
Morning to all,
Just to let you all know, that the profile pic is not
of me! It is of my dog, Dakota.
My having Dakota is an interesting story. I did not
get him because I wanted him, or because I wanted
a dog....I got him because he was being handed off to
me. My daughter thought that my grandson, Caleb,
needed a dog. They got Dakota as a puppy and in
less then 6 months they moved to a home where they
were not allowed pets. So, the question was, "Mom,
can you keep him until we find him a home"? I knew
right then and there it was me that was going to have to
find him a home. But, even though I would not admit
it to myself for a long time, this dog grew on me and
wormed his way into my heart. When I started to look
for a home for him, I was to picky. So 5 months after
he came to live with me, I finally excepted that he was
mine and he was not going anywhere. He is to spoiled for
anyone else to have him now.
I thought my days of dropping off "KIDS" at daycare
was long over then here comes the DOG. Yes, he goes
to daycare, my Mother's house, Granny's Doggie Daycare.
Mom has 4 dogs and he goes there and plays Monday thru
Friday. SPOILED. He loves going but in the evenings when
it is time to pick him up, he is ready to go. On the weekends
he acts so lost.
Did I want a dog...no. Would I give him up now...no. Would
I do it again...no. But I love the little mutt.
Posted by Pam Jackson at 7:14 AM
Thursday, February 5, 2009
As you can see this is my first post to my new blog...
and I am new to this.
Thought this would be fun, interesting, a way to voice my thoughts,
my feelings and be able to share with my family and friends!
Now the interesting part will be "what will I write"!!!
Posted by Pam Jackson at 12:35 PM