During the summer months with tree trimming,
storms and just trying to get your yard looking
good you can rack up some tree and bush brush
(say that one 5 times in a row real fast!!).
Lately I have noticed all along my neighborhood
roads there is brush stacked every where, including
at the end of my drive. Last weekend I cut back a
tree at the back of my yard that was bad need of a
trim. It was the type of tree that you see growing
along the river or lakes, I think it is called a river
birch. There were several of them along the creek
in my yard when I moved there 16 years ago and I
have lost most if not all but this one, and it is
hanging in there. It developed a bad lean, right
over into my back yard, a low lean, touching the
ground. I thought if I got back there with my
cutters and took off the smaller branches that
would help take off some weight and it would
pop back up. I did not realize just how many smaller
branches that would require. A lot! I removed them
and the main larger base did rise up a bit but not
enough, it is going to require a saw to cut it down.
Anyway, with all the cutting and the 15 or more trips
it took for me to haul them from the back yard,
around the shed, down the drive to the front of the
yard, between my and my neighbor’s drive, I ended
up with a large pile of brush. Plus, I was adding to a
stack that my neighbor had already put there. Him
and I share this spot, it’s in front of the part of the
creek that starts its travel under the road.
I was hoping that Metro would be making its trip
through the neighborhood to pick this mess up soon.
After I traveled through my Mom’s neighborhood this
morning (after taking my baby to Granny’s Doggie
Day Care) on my way to work and counting (for fun)
70 piles of brush in a 2.9 mile spread, I checked the
website for a pick up date. Both Mom and I live in
the same #3 area. Our pick up date was suppose to
be last week on the 22nd. Since I know they had not
gotten my area then, and it was for sure they had not
gotten Mom’s, maybe they are working their way
over that way.
I know with the economy being the way it is, things
have been cut. It is in areas like this that you notice
at times where some of those cuts have been made.
Funny, need them to pick this stuff up cause from
what I can remember you need a permit to burn
this stuff or you can be fined. Okay, Saturday
morning, you are out working, where you going to
run to get that permit? Personally, I hate burning
stuff, my luck, I will set something else on fire…
probably my own home!
I do know that there was a pick up in my area around
February after I had tree’s trimmed (thanks to the
pesky squirrels moving into the attic). We have this
one that was scheduled for last week and then
another one for December 1st. I guess all in all,
three times a year is not bad, but during the summer
months, brush pick up should really be more often
with all the yard work that is done.
Maybe the economy is on the up swing and things
are changing slowly.
Thanks for stopping in,
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
During the summer months with tree trimming,
Posted by Pam Jackson at 12:00 PM
Monday, July 27, 2009
Three years ago this past February I had an accident
in my car. It’s a funny story in a way if a car accident
can be funny.
I worked with two photographers for the State of
Tennessee at the time. Our director and a good
friend of mine had lost her husband to cancer.
The three of us were heading out after work to
go to the funeral home for visitation that evening.
We were taking our own cars since we all lived in
different areas and that way we could all head to
the house afterwards.
Jed decided to hit the interstate, where Phil and I
decided to head down a four lane highway. I was
following behind Phil. We had just came out from
stopping at a red light, had gotten our speed up to
about 15 or 20 miles per hour when a woman in
front of Phil hit her brakes. Phil in turn put his brakes
on, I at that time had glanced in my rear view mirror.
As I looked back at Phil’s car, I hit my brakes, pulled
to the left to try to avoid hitting him, with no such
luck. Yikes…yes, I ran up the rear of his car. I was
amazed at the amount of damage at such a low
rate of speed.
I had a Saturn, he has a Pacifica. His car sits up
high in the rear, where mine sat down low in the
front. That really does not make for a good combo.
I did a little of three thousand dollars worth of damage
to his car and I totaled mine. Oh, I hear you asking
about the woman in front of Phil, the one that started
all this, as Phil hit his brakes, she took her foot off hers
and applied the gas. I am sure she was not even aware
of the accident.
The fun does not stop here. Phil, bless his heart (yes
Phil, I know you love that saying), he gets out of his
car, runs back to check on me, and I might add, without
looking back to check on his car. His concern was that
I was okay. While I am at it, let me throw in here that
Phil is one of those good guys you hear tell about, he
has been a really good friend to have around.
Anyway, he runs back to check on me. We pull the
cars off the road into a parking lot and Phil calls
the police. I use his phone to call my Mom and a
wrecker service. If you are asking why I used his
phone then that will prove to me that you did not
read my post on July 25, about cell phones! Anyway,
calls made, we waited. I kept making comments
about his car and Phil kept telling me to stop worrying
about it, it was an accident and it would be okay,
accidents happen. If he was upset with me, he
never showed it.
While we waited, Phil asked me what I was going
to do for a car. I told him that I figured that would
not be a problem, my brothers had plenty of cars
so I felt like they would let me borrow one. He said,
we can have this one fixed, I can drive my mustang
and you can drive this one. I looked at him, eyes
watering a bit and said something like, “Phil honey,
I just wrecked your car and you are offering to let
me drive it after it is fixed until I get one”? Even
with the sweetness of it all he would look at me
and smile, telling me that I knew this one was
not going to die in the office anytime soon!
Okay, all said and done, Police arrives, not a very
friendly one at that and dummy me had locked
the car with my purse in it. But he was able to
look me up on the computer. He wanted to know
if Phil wanted to have him write me a ticket for
When I get nervous, I joke around even more then
usual, so of course I was joking around a lot. When
the cop looked at Phil and I and asked did we know
each other and I said that I tell Phil what to do
everyday the cop wanted to know if I was his boss.
When I replied “No, better then that, I am his
secretary”, I don’t think the cop was any to happy!
With all this said and done, Phil’s car was okay to
drive, mine was not. Had to have mine hauled to
the wrecker service, family friends. Later to learn
that I had cracked the housing that the motor sat
in. My car was a goner.
I drove one or the other of my youngest brother’s
cars. Either the old AMC Spirit (my Dad’s old car),
Mark’s BMW, or his truck) for a couple of weeks
until I found a car I wanted. Thanks bud.
Although the reason I was following Phil was not a
good one, the accident was not good, the fact that I
ran into the guy I worked with was kind of funny.
We seem to find humor in the oddest of things at
times. As funny as that could have gotten, it really
did not live long in the office. Phil was not one to
let it ride. But it is good for a laugh here and there
when it is brought up between us.
It was also the reason I finally broke down and got
a cell phone. Phil reminded me at the time of the
accident when I had to use his that I needed one,
that if I had hit anyone else I would have had to
walk to find a phone. He was right….yes Phil, I
said it, you were RIGHT!
Thanks for stopping in,
Posted by Pam Jackson at 8:46 AM
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Here is an easy, simple but really cute outside project that is
not costly at all.
It takes about 15 to 20 minutes to make.
I started with a piece of rebar. The size you will need will
depend on how tall you will want your project to be. I did
not want mine to be that high so I went with a
shorter piece. Cost was $4.87.
Next I purchased 5- 6 inch clay pots with a hole in the
bottom center. Cost $1.27 each.
You will need rocks and dirt. These I had on had. My plants
cost me about $6.00.
Hammer the rebar into the ground just a bit making sure it is
secure. Then you will take a pot and slide it over the rebar placing
it on the ground. I then put in a layer of rock for drainage since
this will be sitting on the ground. Then I filled almost to the
top with dirt.
Rebar with first pot/rock and dirt.
Next, I slide another pot over the rebar at an angle, not
straight up and down. This will put the rebar touching
the rim of the pot. Again, a small layer of rock, then dirt.
I then planted some plants in the first pot in the space that
was left showing that the second pot was not
resting on. I also planted plants to the side of the second
pot, keeping in mind that the next pot would sit on the other
side rim of it.
see how the rebar touches the rim
Posted by Pam Jackson at 8:53 AM
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Okay folks here’s the deal, common sense and common
courtesy! That should pretty much say it all but as
we all know, it don’t.
First let me say, I was probably one of the very last
people in my age group to jump on the age of techno
with a computer in the home and a cell phone in the
pocket. I got my computer maybe five years ago and
my cell just three years ago.
The computer was not that hard for me to get the
hang of since I worked on one at home but the
phone…who would have ever thought something
that little would be so hard for me to get. I always
said I would never have one, I made fun of people
who talked while driving, thinking that it should be
able to wait till they got home. Then I had wreck,
it just so happened that I hit the guy I worked with
(that is another story), so I was able to use his phone
but I realized I needed one. I spent a lot of time to
and from, here and there, alone in the car and usually
at night, I knew it would be best to have a phone.
Funny thing is, I love change, but I still have the
same phone I got three years ago!
Anyway, I am one of those people that talk in
the car and no it can’t wait till I get home cause
by then so many more thoughts have entered
and left my mind that I will have forgotten. I do
my best thinking while driving, so when I think,
I have to make that call then to relay something
to someone that I thought of.
But where do you cut it off? Me, I try to think
about those around me. Of course it is a given
that they get cut off in the movies or a show. I
try to take it a step further, if I enter a restaurant
to eat, I cut mine off, or at least on silent (at least
I try to remember to do this). To me there is
nothing more disturbing then eating a meal, talking
with family or friends and someone’s phone rings.
It is usually loud, or a catchy tune, a song, then you
have someone with a loud voice answer it. Personally,
I don’t care to hear that one sided conversation, and
for some reason most people feel the need to talk
louder into a cell phone.
Next, a restroom? Come on, that is just too far. The
other day I was coming out of the restroom at work
only to be almost mowed down by a young girl running
in texting (that is another part I will get into). Then
today, I was going into the stall (yes, I know you wanted
that visual) and here was yet another young woman
on her cell phone, as she talked she paced up and down
in front of the stalls (including the one I was in) talking
in an unknown (at least to me) language. LOUDLY, I
might add. Take it out of the bathroom!
Texting, dangerous if driving. Against the law in
Tennessee if driving, this law just past. Personally,
I don’t do it. I am at a computer all day, if I wish to
send someone a typed message, I will send an email,
if I wish to call someone, I will use the phone! Simple.
I have sent a few, received some, but on a whole, I
don’t do it.
In public, step away from the group, or others to take
your call. Excuse yourself and go to an area that you
can speak where the general public is not subject to
your one side conversation…..this goes esp. to you
teen girls! Oh my gosh…..I don’t care! I understand you
are young, once I was too, but stop with the silliness
on the cell phones in public. Actually most of the times
I can walk past all this and ignore but since I was bring
up phone etiquette I thought I would throw this in there.
These statements are my opinion and my opinion
only…take it for what it is, you may or may not
agree. Just think, use common sense, and with
that said, that will leave a lot of people out of the
If you key Cell Phone Etiquette into the computer
the internet will hit upon some of this stuff I mentioned
and it has other points also. Check it out.
Posted by Pam Jackson at 4:31 AM
Friday, July 24, 2009
Last Saturday I went to the Franklin Tn., Farmers
Market that sets up behind the Factory Mall on
Saturdays. I had never been before, but my
friend Theresa wanted to go and I decided
that I would like to ride along.
When I say ride along, that is about the extent
of it. I don’t cook much so buying up a bunch
of stuff is not something I do since it usually
goes to rot before I get it used or put up in the
freezer. Now, let me just say, I use to cook every
night when I had kids that lived at home. My
kids got a cooked breakfast almost daily, except
maybe once a week where they had cereal. They
got dinner cooked at home every night except
maybe once a week where we would have burgers
or something. Usually we would do a place where
it was 5 burgers for $5 or something like that.
When you are raising two kids as a single Mom
and money is tight you just don’t have the eat
out money all the time.
My daughter moved out when she was 18 and
my son when he was 12…yes, 12. He moved in
with his Dad. My home was empty for the first
time and I got into the bad habit of not cooking
or stopping here and there and picking up things
to eat. My daughter and my grandson moved back
with me in Oct. 2001. I told my daughter that I did
not cook much but she knew where the kitchen was.
About a week later she came to me and said “Mom,
you said you did not cook much, you did not tell me
that you did not cook at all!”
Okay, I really said all that just because I got off the
subject of the market!! LOL….
Anyway, at the market I did pick me up some home
grown fresh tomato’s, garlic (which keeps awhile in
the frig. and it will be there when I need it…on the
rare occasion), and I got a watermelon.
I have always loved watermelon in the summertime.
I got that from my Dad. Him and I were the only
one’s in the house that liked it. Course he like salt
on his, not me, I like it fresh with nothing on it.
I have not had a good melon in several years.
Partly because of the weather I think, first a
drought, then lots of rain this spring, and alas,
I am not really that good at picking out melons.
But at the Franklin Market the other day I went
the Delvin Farms booth to get my melon. Most,
if not everything they grow is organic. I have
heard nothing but the best ever said about them,
so this is where I decided to try. Next came the
part of picking out the RIGHT one…..and
thumping them don’t tell me a thing cause
I am not so sure what I am suppose to listen
to. I asked a man that was there working and
he replied that I could not go wrong with any
of them and he ran off to help a customer with
a purchase. A very nice woman customer, looking
to purchase a watermelon herself, thumped a
couple, pointed to one and said, that would be a
good one for you. I thanked her, and so wished I
could take her with me next time I go!
I purchased my melon, $6. Waited till Tuesday to
cut it then wondered why I waited so long. It was
the reddest, juiciest, sweetest melon I have had in
years…and I mean years. I had the best taste. It
was of course a seedless which makes the experience
so much better. I have literally lived on that
melon since I cut it. That was my dinner that night,
my breakfast the next three mornings (counting today),
I have had it for lunches and for snacks and it is all
gone now! YES, I pigged out on that melon and so
wished I had more for my lunch today. I can live
on it alone, nothing else.
When eating some yesterday, my dog kept begging
…..I don’t normally feed him while he begs but I
thought…you asked for it, thinking he would not
eat it. I was so wrong, apparently he liked it as
much as I did. Darn, now I have to share my
watermelon with a dog!
Okay, I can’t make that trip to the Franklin
Market again this weekend, but downtown
Nashville is a lot closer! I have checked, since
I have only 10 minutes away from the downtown
market, I thought about going at lunch today,
but the Delvin Farm’s bunch will not be there
until tomorrow….guess that will be my early
morning rise and shine trip! I will be off to the
market, me and my little piggies!
Think I will pick up two this time, since I have
to share with the dog!
Thanks for stopping in,
Posted by Pam Jackson at 9:10 AM
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
I bought my home 16 years ago the first of
this month. The year after I moved in it
was painted on the outside. The original
color when I moved in was a country, gray
blue color. I went back with that same color
when it was painted the first time, not a lot
of impact when you do that, but change the
color from a dark color to a brighter, lighter
color….you have impact.
~ Before ~
Fifteen years have gone by and the house was
yelling out to me ( loudly) that it needed a fresh coat of
paint again. My house is a wood siding home and with
that said, there were some pieces of wood that
needed replacing also. Then there was also damage
done by the freak’n squirrels that ate a hole in the
eve of the house and moved into the attic back in
the winter. It cost me a small fortune to rid myself,
my attic and my peace of mind of them pesky,
Anyway, I had Dave (painter, and hubby of the
woman that cuts my hair) come out and give me
an estimate. Dave has been painting for 27 years,
he is a professional licensed painter and very picky
at what he turns out and leaves his customers with.
Excellent job…well done.
Here is what I got for my monies worth: Boards
replaced, repairs done, caulking around all windows
and seams where boards meet, pressure wash the
house, but hey, let’s throw in pressure washing of
the deck and the front porch! While doing the pressure
washing, take it to the inside of the gutters and clean
them out. Thanks to things the squirrels left behind
I had “things” growing in my gutters, a first for me
since moving there. Now with the gutters done, let’s
tack the sagging gutter, (the one that had something
growing in it) back up and while at it, check the rest
to make sure they are up and secure. Trim the holly
tree away from the porch some to paint (but since it
hangs so close to the ground, trim that a bit too so it
looks better), trim back the crape myrtle bush that is
on the other side of the deck and is so big that it is
touching the house. When I say trim, I don’t mean,
whack it off, I mean, a nicely done, clean cut trim.
My shutters, front and back house lights and house
numbers were removed, not painted around. These
were replaced after the house was finished.
Then came the paint, or tinted primer. I was hoping
to get a price for paint with primer already added to
it to avoid painting twice but with the type of stuff
my home is made of (junk, crap, cheap stuff)…that
was not doable. The paint rep that Dave works with
told him priming and then painting was the best
way to go. My home is made of what I call pressed
partial board put together with a wax. After awhile
that wax bleeds through and leaves dark spots.
Hopefully with priming that will not happen again.
Okay, primer is on. Dave and his team had taped
kraft paper up over the windows and doors because
they spray the primer and paint on. He explained
this to me by saying that it gives a more even coat
and a thicker coat, hence lasting longer. Plus,
instead of going with a flat paint, I went with a
light satin, to last a bit longer.
~work in progress~
Next, the final coat for my home. The Prairie Dust
color I picked out. Then the white for the trim,
around my porch, the under hangs (eve’s), and
under the roof of the porch. My white shutters
that I had put up a year ago were replaced. My
house numbers that were once a brass color
were painted black (an extra Dave threw in for
he knew it would look so much better) and the
rail on the porch painted black again (another
extra). My lights were put back up. Dave looked
over the house to make sure nothing was missed
…all was well and the house looked so new.
Wow, a different looking home, and done with
paint…and lets not forget the hard work of Dave
and his guys. Great job guys. Michael, his nephew
did an awesome job with the saw and his repairs,
so much so that I have him getting me and
estimate for repairing my deck!
I am hoping that I did not leave any details of
the work that was done out. They were great,
professional and it is a given that they pay
attention to details, but the best is, they take
pride in their work. Thanks guys.
~Finished Project ~
Posted by Pam Jackson at 8:26 AM
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
It’s my third Trash to Treasure’s Tuesday!
Today I am not showing anything that I have
done or anything that I have purchased as a
treasure from Goodwill, a thrift store or yard
sale. I am showing something that my brother
Talent seems to run in my family. I paint, do
crafts, jewelry, photography…etc. My oldest
brother is talented with his hands and his
ideas. He is right now finishing up the remodeling
of one of his homes. Him and my nephew Chase
have gone in and gutted this ranch type home and
redid it all. They have done everything from taking
down walls, to putting in all new bathrooms and
building cabinets. He is great with photography and
one fantastic businessman.
My younger brother, Mark, is
talented with his hands also. He is great with wood
and scrap metal and metal odds and ends. He built
my Mom’s sewing center, end tables and coffee table
many years ago out of solid oak. He replaced her
kitchen cabinets from pine to oak also. He does
awesome work. Right now, he also has part of his
house gutted and his redoing parts of it. There is not
anything that he does half way, and there is not anything
he can't do...and do well.
Mark believes in recycling all that you can to make
this world a better place to live in and for our children
and grandchildren. In part of his recycling he will take
left over metal or spare parts and make things with
About 9 years ago when I first learned that I could
paint, for my birthday he made me the neatest
birthday gift, all from scrape stuff he had laying
around….metal, springs and screws. So awesome!
It is a metal figure sitting at an easel painting. He
took it a step further and cut a picture from a
magazine that fit right onto the easel to look like
that was what was being painted. Such a great idea.
This is displayed proudly in my home for all to see.
He has also made other items for other members
Posted by Pam Jackson at 6:20 AM
Monday, July 20, 2009
Saturday morning I got up early (what was
I thinking, I could have slept in), and got
ready to go to the Farmer’s Market in
Franklin with my friend Theresa. I met
her at her house at 7 am.
Our first stop was her kitchen where she
filled up a travel mug of coffee for me!
Next, we hit the road to Hardees for
breakfast. This is where we had to try
out the new biscuit holes, and dipping
sauce. They consist of biscuit dough
rolled into balls, deep fried and rolled
in brown sugar and cinnamon….
hummm, good. The dipping sauce
of course is frosting!
Then we were off. I had never been to
the Franklin Market before but it was
really nice. A bit smaller then the Nashville
one, set up behind the Factory Mall in the
parking lot. Very nice, clean and well
organized. I really enjoy walking around
and looking. I did not buy much but I still
enjoyed the outing.
I got a few tomatos, home grown garlic,
free sample of handmade soap, and of
course a watermelon! I don’t do a lot of
cooking and I find if I buy a lot of this
stuff it ruins before I use it.
Of course I had to take my small point and
shoot camera with me to the outing!
Here are just a couple of shoots I picked up.
After DJ, my youngest grandson, took a nap,
This is DJ.
Posted by Pam Jackson at 8:21 AM
Friday, July 17, 2009
Hi….for those of you that just stop in the view
my site I thought maybe it was time for you to
meet me (for the ones that don’t know me already).
Okay, so this is me with my makeup on! LOL….
I try to not leave the house without my face on.
You women out there can relate I am sure……
Actually, this was last Halloween. The
department I work for has a Halloween party,
pumpkin carving/painting contest (which
I won….I was the only one to do it) and chili
cook off. So I pulled my stand by outfit out
and put it on.
Why would I have all this stuff? Hum…..of yes,
I remember, many, many, many (okay, that is
enough manys) I use to do kids parties as a
clown. I checked out a book from the library
and taught myself to tie balloon animals
(most of that forgotten now), I did acts with
my shoe laces, hula- hoop, tied and made
faces on the balloons, and ran around like
I had no better sense (kids love that).
Course the fun part was when my kids got older
and they had to ride in the car with me going to
and from parties. I remember a many of times that
they got in the floor board of the car! There just
comes the times when you need to pick at your kids...
me waving at everyone I passed pretty much took
care of that!
As for the face, which I have gotten complements
I no longer do parties but I pulled this stuff out
First was for the Relay for Life. I did this to support
Posted by Pam Jackson at 9:58 AM
Thursday, July 16, 2009
I am a mix media artist. If you go back into my blog
Posted by Pam Jackson at 12:40 PM
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Back 5 years or so ago I bought a store bought
version of a Zen Garden. It came with a small
tray, this powdered stuff that I guess was
suppose to be sand, rocks and a couple of rakes.
I worked with customers at that time coming
in and placing print orders so I sit it on the
end of my desk. A few played with it, most
did not. Shortly after getting it for the desk
I moved to another building and when I did,
I broke the tray. I wanted to replace it but this
time I wanted a correct one (with real sand).
I went to the Dollar store and found a ceramic
dish in a basket. I had a friend pick me up
some sand on her trip to the beach and I
made my own Zen Garden. Complete with
real sand, rocks and my racks. It is a stress
free feeling to pick up a rack and move the
This little version of a Zen Garden did not
last long in the office I worked in. There
were only 3 of us in Photo Services, two
photographers and I. Thanks to my then
co-working photographer and now my
friend, Phil, it became a sandbox. Phil
loved to play in it but he did not always
play pretty in the sand and a time or two
and I had to kick him out! Sand everywhere.
First it started as simple as just stacking
the rocks to see if they would stay standing.
Then it went to me decorating for all season’s
and events. To Phil taking my water bottle
and filling the dish with water just to see
how long it would take for the sand to dry
out. Yes, it took days. There was also the
time he sprinkled water in it, took the rack
and moved it around to look like maybe a
cat had been in there.
It got to a point that when one of the boy’s
(photographers) went on vacation they
would bring back something for the
sandbox. It got decorated for Halloween,
Christmas, my cruise, Barbie picnic stuff
for summer, race car’s for racing season
since my nephew was racing to a small
remote operated Hummer! Thanks Phil,
I thought I would never keep the sand off
my desk with that one. Or the time I cut and
colored a small deck of cards and placed them
on the rocks, broke up sticks and placed what
looked like a flame in the sticks and made a
sign to say “Hobo Camp”, in honor of the guys
since they played cards at lunch. I even had a
customer that would come in and sit and play
in the box. Once she made Raptor tracks in it,
took a paper clip and made a stand, then attached
a note that said “Beware of Raptor”. When she
changed jobs within the state and would not be
coming in to see us, I made her a ZEN GARDEN
(yeah right) to take to her new job.
The sandbox, the playing and the fun of it was a
stress reliever for my office, you could sit and
play in the sand and we discussed the events of
the day. Now, after moving to my new job last
year, there is no place to put the sandbox where
everyone can enjoy it. But, even with that, it sits
on the back of my desk and still gets the season
I thought my sandbox was out of reach until I
came in last week to find a paper cat cut out
and placed in there with a pulled and stretched
Tootsie Roll rolled in the sand next to the cat!
Thanks Angel (and let me say this name does
not fit her). Angel loves her cats so she had to
extend that and make my sandbox a litter box!
Paper Cat and Tootsie Roll!
Make a little sandbox for your desk. You can not
believe the fun you can have with it.
Thanks for stopping in and I hope you enjoyed
the story and the pics.
Posted by Pam Jackson at 5:56 AM
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
This is my second post for Trash to Treasure
Tuesday. These are a few items that apparently
were trash to someone else, or at least not
needed by this someone any more. I found
these three items a couple of weeks ago at
my local Goodwill store.
I am not a big shopper of Goodwill but my
Mom is, she has found great buys there
more then once. I go in from time to time
just to see if there is something there that
I can use in one of my projects. Something
to change, paint or add to.
The candle holder I just loved. Solid brass.
I decided to keep this one, for now, for my
home. I am going to add some beads to it
hanging down to match my living room.
I will for sure post a pic once I have that
done. I found this one for $1.99.
Next is the jewelry box. Bottom draw pulls
out, top lifts up. Inside and outsides are in
great shape. I think I will put new life into
this with a coat of paint and something
painted on the top of it. I paid a whole $1.49
for this piece. Make a nice gift for someone
once I have finished it. Yes, I will post pics
of it when it is finished also.
Thanks for stopping in….
Posted by Pam Jackson at 6:34 AM
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Today my cousin Kathy turns 51. Kathy
Kathy and I have always been close.
When we visited Granny, there was
Kathy is a couple of years older
As a preteen and teen, when staying
As we grew and got older we just seemed
She scared me a few years back when
Happy Birthday Kathy. Have a great
Posted by Pam Jackson at 6:45 AM
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Twenty-two years ago today, at 11:37 AM,
my son Cory came into the world.
Happy birthday son.
Cory was born 6.5 years after his sister Amber.
She so wanted a little girl and had her heart set
on me bringing a girl home. She was insisting
so much that it be a girl that I was so afraid to
call her that morning and tell her she had a brother.
But once she heard the news she was fine with it all.
When Amber bounced into my hospital room later
that morning she asked where her Bubba was. She
let us all know at that time she was Sissy and he
was Bubba. That did not last to long before she
was just calling him Cory.
His full name is Matthew Cory, he was born with
blonde, almost non noticeable hair and blue eyes.
Later those eyes were to turn the color of mine
and his Dad’s, hazel. His hair also got darker as
Cory was my challenge baby. He cried from the
minute he came into the world until he was
about 3 months old. He had colic and at around
5 every evening he would start crying and go for hours.
My next challenge with him was that he had one
ear infection after another. Those nights were
rough on him and me both. He would wake
crying, having a fit but he was never truly
awake. Then from there came the hairline
hip fracture, but I am getting ahead of myself here.
Cory loved to sit in my lap on the couch and
just watch his “Sissy” walk back and forward
and play. I think that is one of the reason’s he
walked so early, he was tired of seeing her do
it and he could not. He sat around 5 months,
learned to crawl right after that but the walking
started 2 days after turning 8 months of age.
I ran after him and chased him from that time
on. He did not understand the word walk!
At the age of 17 months, he stopped walking.
He was in pain and he could not walk for that
pain. He would just fall down and begin to cry.
After x-rays and test it was finally detected that
he had a hair line fracture of the hip, an accident
that occurred when another child fell on him at
day care. This finally healed and he was off again.
We went from that to three emergency room
visits. One, a fall in the pool in the back yard
that dislocated his elbow. The doctor just popped
it back in socket. Eight months later, we were
back in there, dislocation of the other elbow.
He tripped in a small hole that my ex had dug
in the yard to hit golf (goof) balls in! This time
he required a cast since it would not stay in place.
He was 3.5 years old and since he loved the Ninja
Turtles he picked out a dark green Ninja Turtle
cast! He was sight. The last trip to the emergency
room was because at that age he did not
understand that you don’t walk in front of
another child swinging a bat! Seven stitches
to the forehead, only this could have been a
bad one. Just a few inches over and it could
have killed him if he had been hit on the tempo.
This was my boy, my son, my handful that I
loved with all my heart. I was told due to some
problems that I would probably never have
another child, when all of a sudden I was
pregnant with Cory. He was my miracle baby.
Cory’s challenges did not end with the head
injury; we learned when he was in kindergarten
that he had ADHD. Getting him through school
was not easy. But when he graduated in 06, he
did it with honors. Not only that he had to have
his heart checked because of a heart murmur.
The ped sent him to a heart specialist for children.
All turned out to be well with that. Thank God.
My son now lives in San Diego Calif., not far
from where I lived as a baby when my dad
was stationed at North Island in San Diego.
I have not seen Cory in over 2 years and I do
miss that winning smile and those eyes that
Today I think back on his birth and his life
and I only wish him the best. He was my
entertaining child as well as my challenge.
He loved to mock Jim Carrey and act out
parts of movies. He could see a movie once
and know most of it line for line there after.
He would keep you entertained and in stitches
laughing at him. He has a beautiful singing
voice and he can wrap you around his finger
with that smile!
Happy Birthday Cory. I love you,
Posted by Pam Jackson at 7:00 AM
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Posted by Pam Jackson at 6:19 AM
Monday, July 6, 2009
My grandson and I spent this afternoon
My oldest friend, Barbara and her niece,
Sarah, decided to have the 4th of July at
Sarah’s house this year. Barb and I have
been friends since I was about 12 years
old…that means 37 years!
Barb lived down the street and around
the corner from me in Hermitage has
we were growing up. I would have to
say that I spent every other Friday or
Saturday night at her house. There was
a bunch of them, Billy, Beverly, Barb,
Barry and Ben. We became friends early
on and it continued as we grew, married
and had our children, now we are working
on our grandkids. Barb, time has slipped on
by us and I seem to have waken to be OLD!
When Barb was in high school their family
moved to the Wilson Co. area, only about
15 min. from the house. Our friendship
continued even though we were not together
that often or attended the same school.
Matter of fact, when Beverly married I
was the server in her wedding and when
Barb met and married Phil (that would
be Phil Ware as he is known to many),
I was the Maiden of Honor in their
Barb and my kids are born right there
together. Phillip was born in November
1980 and my daughter, Amber, was born
in December of 80. Years went by and I
guess neither one of us thought we would
have anymore then as a repeat, we were
pregnant at the same time again. This time
my son, Cory was in July and Chris was
born in August. Amber and Phillip were
always friends growing up and Cory and
Chris were best friends.
Now that you know the background I guess
it’s safe to say that I am part of this family.
Matter of fact, Sarah pointed this out just
the other day, “you have been around so
long that you are not considered a friend
but part of the family”!
Barb’s whole family was not able to attend
but Beverly was there (Sarah being her
daughter), with her other daughter
Angela, Sarah, her husband, Jeremy and
their three kids, Ms. Hollis and a friend
of her’s. Billy (Barb’s brother), his wife
Cindy and their two children, Barb and
Phil, their daughter in law and the two
grandchildren, Barry and his wife, Tammy,
Jenny (Barry and Tammy’s daughter),
her husband and their two kids. With
Caleb and I there, makes 26 people.
We enjoyed burgers, hotdogs and ribs
along with potato casserole, potato salad,
baked beans, watermelon and so many
desserts. Everything was so nice, great
to get together with them all. For July,
it was a cool day, no heat and not humid.
There was a tire swing for the kids, a kid’s
pool, riding toys, a swing and slide, water
guns and for the adults (since we had so
much fun with them) was water balloons!
Poor Barry! I will be watching my back
around him for sometime to come!!
Thanks for the invite. Thanks for the laughs
and all the fun to add to all the fun, laughs
and times we have shared over all these
years. And bless Phillip who could not be
with us since he is Iraq at this time, serving
our country so that we all can continue to
enjoy and celebrate the 4th of July, our
day of independence and freedom. You
are in my thoughts and prayers Phillip,
Thanks for stopping in,
Posted by Pam Jackson at 7:33 AM
Friday, July 3, 2009
Posted by Pam Jackson at 8:27 PM