“Life’s Daily Inspiration” Memory’s Are Like Snowflakes

Q“Life’s Daily Inspiration” Memory’s Are Like Snowflakes

“Life’s Daily Inspiration” Memory’s Are Like Snowflakes
“Life’s Daily Inspiration” Memory’s Are Like Snowflakes

Memories are like snowflakes, and some are as beautiful as snowflakes and other make you cringe and this one is the later. It still makes cringe. So for this ”Life’s Daily Inspiratio

 

Does anyone besides me remember when you learned to ride a bike? 

“Life’s Daily Inspiration” Memory’s Are Like Snowflakes
Life’s Daily Inspiration Memory’s Are Like Snowflakes


You can bet your bottom dollar I remember. It’s not hard when you were traumatized by your older brother and his friend John. I think they lived to torture me, no kidding. You would have thought they had nothing better to do than make my life miserable. It was not a ”Life’s Daily Inspiration” for (me) at that moment.

But let’s start at the beginning I was maybe 7 yrs old and my brother Carl would have been 81/2 almost as he was 14 months older. I looked up to him.  Rightly so we played together all the time. You know back when board games were the in thing.

The problem was always when we went to a friend of my Grandfathers and one of Carl’s buddies. As Dads friend had a son about the same age. That was just ducky for Carl and bor-ing for me.

We hadn’t been at John’s 10 minutes till he decides that he and Carl are

“Life’s Daily Inspiration” Memory’s Are Like Snowflakes
Life’s Daily Inspiration Memory’s Are Like Snowflakes

going to play marbles. “That was our early version of computer games.  Yeah right! You shot your marble into a group of marbles and all that scattered out, You won yippie.Well, I didn’t say it was a good version gimme a break you used what you had. They

hadn’t even invented Atari computers yet. Yeah, I know those were pitiful times but we didn’t know it Lol.

John and I were not buds I was (A GIRL) and must have had horns on my head and been blessed with the plague.  He wanted nothing to do with me. 

Well, I could tell you about the time when we were older and Carl was sick at home. John and I  played spin the bottle up in the barn loft. 

Sorry wrong story and several years later. Back to being a two-headed monster.John wanted Carl and him to go bike riding. He knew I didn’t know how so that let me out. So I sat on the porch and pouted.

Dad came out to the car for something and said, where are the boys out bike riding? I  told him yes. Dad said  I told them to play with you. I shrugged! 

About an hour later Dad came back out and looked over at me still sitting in the porch swing. Are they not back he asked? No sir. When Carl comes back tell him I want to see him. Yes sir I replied.

 

Maybe an hour later Carl and John come racing down the hill and swerved into the driveway John’s bike hit the gravel and he went flying off the bike and smacked the gravel and hit his forehead near his eye I could tell you I felt bad for him but I didn’t. So I won’t tell that lie!

Carl went straight inside with John before I could say anything. Well, they did sort of Lol. 

About 10 minutes later out came  Carl and John. John went running around the side of the house and came back with what he said was his old bike. 

Carl spoke up and said, Dad wants us to teach you to ride a bike. Ahhh no

“Life’s Daily Inspiration” Memory’s Are Like Snowflakes
“Life’s Daily Inspiration” Memory’s Are Like Snowflakes

thanks! I’ll pass. Look Carl said, I’ve already got into trouble because we left you here. Now come on it’s easy.

I looked at the bicycle, now I remember it had one of the banana seats and high handlebars that look kinda like moose antlers.

So Carl moves to bribery how about I wash and dry the dishes tonight. I said why? Afraid you’ll get a whipping if you don’t stay with me. Why would you think that? of course not. 

We just thought we would teach you then you can ride around your self.

Well, I’d like to learn you won’t let go will you. No, silly I got you he replied.

That was exactly what he did for about 4 or 5 tries. On one of these failures my Dad and Johns Dad got into the car to leave. Dad stopped to encourage me and inspire Carl with the look. You know the look that’s says you better do as I say. Yeah, that look. I just couldn’t get the hang of it. 

By this time both he and John had decided they had done there bit for uncoordinated little sisters. So up comes Carl and says I got an idea let’s go all the way to the top of the hill. Then we will all ride down together ok? No way nothing doing you’ll let go. No he said,I won’t I promise. 

So all the way up that big steep hill I kept asking are you sure you won’t let me go. I swear he said.

I should have known old John boy was way to quiet. But I was only 7 and Carl was my big brother. 

Then I thought about what he talked me into last year. Which was he convinced me he was catching Bumble Bees ????. In his hands when they’d lite on the hibiscus flowers. 

Then he would shake them up and let them go. Without getting stung uh huh! 

Did I tell you we were best buddies. Well let’s just say afterwards I felt dummer than a box of rocks.  I should have known better. Yes I got stung, and oh joy I’m allergic. I thought my Dad was gonna have a stroke his face was so red! 

I’m just gonna tell you My Dad applied the board of education to the seat of knowledge. He sat on a pillow at dinner. Lol

He deserved it.

So now I’m stopped at the top of the hill and refusing to go down period. I told Carl your trying to trick me into something I just know it. I am not going.

He was slick he rode up beside me and said, Sis I’m gonna be right there with you holding on to the handlebars. I promise.

Even John chimes in how about I give you two of my cat’s eye marbles. You wanna ride with us don’t you then you gotta learn how.

Carl and John get on either side of me at the top facing down hill.( FYI) while we were arguing at the top of the hill. As karma would have it our dads had come back and were sitting on the porch. Hee he there is justice….

We started down that big hill with Carl holding on. That lasted a very short way. I was screaming you lied.. you lied you frog head! Then I went scared spitless as I realized the mailbox was in my way. Carl was hollering turn, turn stupid!

Turn!!! Crash , boom, bang, thud.

Don’t worry 7 stitches later I was fine. But, afterward,  when my Dad and that board of knowledge got through with Carl he wasn’t. Wish I could tell you I felt kinda bad for him. But not even a little.

I Oh, don’t worry it wasn’t our last stunt my Dad always said, Carl put these gray hairs on my head. Of course I was a perfect Angel.

Thanks for reading our Life’s Daily Inspiration today please feel free to share a childhood memory

Elaine and I being in Hospice for over 70 years combined.

We’ve seen first-hand patients who have been helped by different medicines. Some conventional some not. We are advocates of
Medical Marijuana because it does work. And for CBD oil which is readily available and legal for everyone. If you are interested in checking it out.

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”Life’s Daily Inspiration” In My Beanie Baby

”Life’s Daily Inspiration” In My Beanie Baby

”Life’s Daily Inspiration” In My Beanie Baby
”Life’s Daily Inspiration” In My Beanie Baby

If you’ve read our about us page on this site you already know we write about many topics. We write about Hospice stories from our past.

  About things, we have seen and experienced through our life’s journey. Both the good the bad and the sad. Hence the name ”Life’s Daily Inspiration” 

   This article is about my cat Beanie he was a real ham of a cat. He loved playing or more aptly torturing me. He was named after a beanie baby with a sunflower dress and a bonnet on. 

   Which was funny all by itself to look at this big 24 lb cat. Yep, 24 you read that correctly a big kitty.

  With a big personality to match it.

 The name Beanie means little devil and it fit him to a Tee. 

   I could be sound asleep and if Beanie decided at 3 in the morning he wanted attention. He would lick my face first then when that didn’t work.

”Life’s Daily Inspiration” In My Beanie Baby
”Life’s Daily Inspiration” In My Beanie Baby

He meows real pitiful. Lol, no kidding. Then he would step over my neck with his front paws and fall down across my throat. Uh-oh, remember he was 24 lbs. No, sleeping through that. Not a ”life’s daily inspiration” 

  So he got exactly what he wanted his ears rubbed, his belly scratched and talked to like a child.

  Which only encouraged Beanie to try the same tactics the next time he wanted attention. I guess you could say he was inspired to try it till it worked.

   Beanie also had a few other bad habits I, as his human servant encouraged I guess you would say.

   Of course, everyone knows dogs have masters. Cats have staff. Oh, boy is that saying true. 

   My friend once laughingly told me if he was 2 inches tall his old dog Springer would probably lick him to death. While my cat Beanie, if I was 2 inches tall, would definitely eat me. After torturing me first.

   His all-time favorite was getting what he wanted to eat on any given day. How, you might ask? 

  I always kept dry cat food down and water. What a joke. He knew and I knew it was for the occasional haft to meal. Like when mom was out of the house.

  He knew I bought canned Tuna in water just for him. And that I kept it in a bottom cabinet. And that treats were in a cookie jar on the counter.

And he was absolutely forbidden from my counters. But, he could stare at that spot on the kitchen counter.  And sit in front of that lower cabinet like a statue. Waiting on his staff person to assist him in the object of his heart’s desire.

    Beanie was diagnosed with a megacolon when he was about a year old. Beanie had been hit by a car and taken to the vet I use. For treatment and adoption. Which was probably the reason for the hourglass-shaped colon.

   He was such a handful they had a picture of an Alligator on the cover of his chart. Lol, what a stinker. At first, he didn’t even want to be petted instead he would bite me. 

 Unfortunately, I’m as stubborn as he was mean. So first I would wear leather gloves. And then I started putting peppermint on them and he quit biting.

  But from the start, he would sleep at my feet at night. So I knew he was just misunderstood. 

Almost immediately within weeks, he had to have his colon removed. Cats can live long lives if properly cared for without a colon.

 

”Life’s Daily Inspiration” In My Beanie Baby
”Life’s Daily Inspiration” In My Beanie Baby

  He quickly learned I could make him feel better with the meds. And then he’d get pampered meaning Tuna and treats.  Being a very smart cat he quickly adapted. He started letting me pet him. 

 I bought him one of the laser toys and that was the beginning of a twenty-two-year relationship. He would chase that red laser light till he would drop on all fours. Exhausted but happy. 

   He became a beloved family member and we were inseparable. He acted more like a dog when I called him he would come running. He would even let me dress him up like the Easter Bunny.

Which was totally hilarious a cat with bunny ears in a basket full of Easter eggs. 

  One of those memories I will forever cherish.

  Elaine and I being in Hospice for over 70 years combined. 

We’ve seen first-hand patients who have been helped by different medicines. Some conventional some not. We are advocates of 
Medical Marijuana because it does work. And for CBD oil which is readily available and legal for everyone. If you are interested in checking it out.

PLEASE CLICK HERE.

   Elaine and I hope you have enjoyed our story from a page in our daily life. Please leave us a comment below. Tell us about your animals.

Blessings

”Life’s Daily Inspiration” In Gone fishing

”Life’s Daily Inspiration” In Gone fishing

One of my favorite pastimes has always been fishing. Give me a rod and reel a little tackle and I am ready. Now if I’m gonna stay all day, I want

”Life’s Daily Inspiration” In Gone fishing
”Life’s Daily Inspiration”

cheese and crackers, a bottle of water or two and a good book for when

they’re not biting. Now that’s a ”life’s daily inspiration” I always enjoy. Rain or shine.

 

Which every person who’s ever been fishing has experienced. But, no matter it’s a time to think on the problems of the world.

Or just chill out and watch the mosquito’s buzz by, or the dragonflies glide through the air. 

 

Those of you who think fishing is boring are just plain wrong. Nothing is more relaxing or fun to me than a day spent fishing. Unless it’s two days

spent fishing.

I’ve gone to Alabama to my camper many a

”Life’s Daily Inspiration” In Gone fishing
”Life’s Daily Inspiration” In Gone fishing

weekend to fish. To renew my ” life’s daily inspiration”

Cleaning and frying outdoors what you catch with some homemade hush puppies and coleslaw. Wow. Usually, that involves several of us participating. 

 

Somehow I always get to fry fish, I have my dads cast iron pot it has 3 legs and holds about 2 gallons,

It’s actually referred to as a kettle and has a cast iron lid. Which makes the best-fried fish ever, my favorite is channel catfish. I’ve had the privilege or misfortune to clean as many as 100 fish at once. 

 

Not bad if they are 3 to 5 lbs each but, if there brim or bluegill well, not everyone knows how to fillet them little fellers.

We fillet everything so no bones are involved.

 

I’m gonna brag, a little breaded and deep-fried fish is killer. You have to be

”Life’s Daily Inspiration” In Gone fishing
”Life’s Daily Inspiration” In Gone fishing

southern I think to know how to fry good fish.  With a little dab of cayenne pepper and fresh ground cornmeal, a little flour mixed in salt and pepper is key.

As is dipping the fish in egg and buttermilk then rolling in cornmeal mixture and putting in boiling oil. 

It usually takes less than three minutes. Yummy stuff. 

Now that being said, if the fish smell fishy throw it out. Fresh fish is never smelly when freshly caught.  The same holds true for mouth-watering fresh 

Oysters to fry. Just an FYI you’re local Walmart has oysters in a vacuumed sealed container which makes them a great choice with your fish fry. 

Just crumble up 2 packs of Krispy crackers, add pepper and spices. Dip oysters in scrambled egg mixture. Dredge oysters repeating twice and deep fry till golden.

 

My hush puppies are made with 80% cornmeal 20% flour and bell pepper

”Life’s Daily Inspiration” In Gone fishing
”Life’s Daily Inspiration” In Gone fishing

diced fine.1 whole bunch of green onions or 1 medium purple onion. Diced small. Buttermilk and 1 egg. Roll them out on a spoon and drop them in the kettle.

 

Our cookouts always involved cooking, horseshoes, crochet, and a 30-minute fishing rodeo. The winner gets to opt out of clean up and pick the next play date and where the camping takes place. 

 

Every one of us has things they will always remember as near and dear to our heart. Fishing with my Mom up until she was 92 years of age and her dragging in those big channel catfish is among my most treasured memories. 

Oh, I had to bait and cast it the last couple of years. But, I counted that as a joy, not an aggravation.

 

Same goes for when she got to where she couldn’t take them off of the hook. So yours truly did that as well. 

But, the talks between fishing, some time over silly memories, sometimes totally childlike stuff and some made up as Mom had Alzheimer’s the last few years. 

However, she never forgot the love of fishing. In May she turned 93 yrs old on her birthday and  I rented a cottage on the water and took her fishing.  I’m so proud I did that. She wanted a fishing trip one more time.

 

In August she went home to her new heavenly home. She always told me when I got to heaven to check out the River of life cause she was planning to spend her days fishing. I USE TO SAY HOW DO YOU KNOW YOU’LL BE FISHING?  She would always answer the Lords gonna give me the desire of my heart and that’s fishing.

She would promise me she would keep a line in for me. 

She also said that she and Dad would be waiting for a heavenly fish fry. 

Now I feel sure once she saw her Savior’s face her desires changed. But, I love the story still.

  Elaine and I being in Hospice for over 70 years combined. 

We’ve seen first-hand patients who have been helped by different medicines. Some conventional some not. We are advocates of 
Medical Marijuana because it does work. And for CBD oil which is readily available and legal for everyone. If you are interested in checking it out.

PLEASE CLICK HERE.

 

Thanks for reading with us today we hope you enjoyed our family life memory and if so, please leave us a comment below.