The Little Prince Was In The House

Prince Jack, 21 month grandson of mine stayed in the Mccoy Castle overnight last evening. His highness fell asleep en route there and his highness, in his car seatwas carried inside by the royale John Gibson. Inside our royale brown puppy, Avery, greeted him with a lick on the face and a leap into his play-pen. The Prince smiled in his sleep, as good natured as his royale Dad, Chad. Upon getting a diaper change and a bottle, Prince Jack snoozed till 12 midnight, at which time he awakened and watched cartoons and got carried around by his uncle David. He fell back to sleep in his playpen. My highness decided to let him stay asleep there and sleep on the couch near him. This morning Prince Jack got another bottle and was greeted by Avery, the playfulpuppy whom thinks he is a child. He went around and around the royale playpen trying to figure out how to get inside with the Prince...no can do, but Jack laughed and lauhed at Avery and talked in a gibberish only a German could interpert. Also his royale Papaw comes to the playpen and conversates with Jack in German gibberish. The other doggie, Lincoln thinks he himself is the King of the Castle. He lies around observing all who enters..........As I type Prince Jack is throwing his royale covers out of his playpen and watching cartoons and Avery is waiting to find a way to get in the pen with him. Soon I will take his royale highness back to the Queen Robin. She is currently keeping an appointment to the tanning bed. Queen Robin is very pretty and King Chad is handsome and very good natured, just exactly like lil Prince Jack. Back at his home castle awaits 3 royale brothers and a special royale biggest brother Trevez. I have enjoyed having my baby with me, and he is a joy to keep. I wish he were all mine, and I would take his royale everywhere and show him off, and to the park, and shoppin and bye bye in the car and Gattiland and who knows where. Oh well, I will keep him again and until then, his royale highness will be with his lovely family whom loves him better than a cat loves cream....this royale mamaw will sign off now and have a royale cup of coffee and get roylae sugar off my handsome lil PRINCE........Adventureous Irene

Gattiland Is A Little Much Under The Belt

My grandson and I go to eat at Gattiland quite often. Well, when I first go in I think I am not hungry and I will just eat a tiny salad and a drink, but lo and behold I take a helpin of spagetti, different sauces on top, fettichennie(misspelled)A few cheese sticks, a helping of pizza(I just eat the top off of it) and then I go for the salad bar...lettuce, minature tomatoes, cucumber slices, carrots, cheese, onions, broccoli, caulaflower, gabonzo beans, a heapin of ranch dressing with bacon bits and crumbs and crackers.......remember I first started with a tiny salad on my mind. Well I also get a minute-maid O.J....and get to my quiet table..My randson prefersjust cheese pizza, no salad and a drink and lots of cash for the game room. I eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat, but all the while making myself think I am just eating a little. Yea, a little this and a little that...eat so much the car turns to one side when I drive home..LOL, not really, but I feel that big...After I sit awhile and wish I could try some different pizza, such as hot chicken or cherry pizza or hot rolls with pudding or fruit pizza, I feel a little full. But I haven't yet visited the for seconds which include pudding, chocolate and vanilla, red jello, pineapples, apples, watermelon , peaches with cottage cheese, and potatoe salad and pasta salad with pepperoni. Good gracious, what am I thinking? Eating like a pig. My randson keeps saying "Ready to go Mamaw? andI say wait just a minute I need a refill on my drink and this time I want coke. And ranch dressing covers my salad like a blanket. Well you got the bird'seye account of my trips to Gattiland. I arrive with a small appetitte and leave feeling like I can't get through the door.....I am getting hungry and I am now taking Crystal to Gattiland with me. Hopefully she won't think I am a rabbit munching at the salad bar and hopefully I will control myself this time around. It is very good food and if one doesn't go too often I guess it is ok to pig out sometimes...............Anyone want to go with us or shall we eat enough for you also? good evening and see ya later

Doing Spring Cleaning

I have been quite busy for a few days. Spring has sprung, according to the calendar, though it is very cold here and we still have our heat turned on. My windows will all need washing. I really dislike a dirty, cloudy window and all of mine are dirty on the outside. I really would like the house painted but that calls for me to mostly do the work and I am not ready yet. David has gone back to work and he stays so busy he hardly has time for anything. I want a new fence and to plant grass everywhere. I am overdue a butterfly bush and a few more rose bushes. Inside my curtains have been washed and all bedding has been cleaned. I am in the process of putting away heavy winter clothes. I want new flooring in the living room and new sheeting for the wall. I shall clean every nook and cranny and also our air conditioner needs cleaning. My car needs cleaning and shined, especially since the birds tend to take a dump on my car..that is embarrassing when you go in the car and see a big ole bird dirty on the windows..I will switch sides with my hubbie's truck and not tell him why..lol....I need to paint the porch and clean the dog lot. My grandson will be so happy to help me with all of this..{Yea..Boy}...he can't stay home long enough because his friends are always calling...their first names are: Zak,Eric, Garrett, Zak H,Tyler, Dalton, Ethan, Terry, Nathan and many, many more. He loves his friends and he is the life of the party. His teacher once told me all he has to do is tell his classmates when to jump and everyone of them would say :how high? His mom had lots of friends. They did not take after me because I had a select amount of friends and was always so independent. They cant live without a whole bunch of friend around. My daughter, his mom invited a friend from another state to come here to live with her family until she could get housing. She came and stayed a winter and now is working and has her own place for her boys. That really was a kind gesture to help someone in need..What a ood friend she was! Oh well, back to the spring cleaning I am still at it and will be busy for some time. I am also planning a yard sale. My daughter, Crystal and I are going to get everything toether. She is a great help. After the sale, I will be free of clutter, even if I do not sale all of it I will give the rest to charity...Sounds like I have a lot of work waiting for me..................Happy Spring To You

The Family tree is Leaning

When I was growing up I was always visiting my cousins, staying alnight, going to church with them and attending big outings. I listened intently to the conversations between my Mom and her family. They were always busying around, taking care of business and having a great time together. All of the cousins would play till dark and stay up most of the night telling scary stories.We caught lightning bugs, played hide-n-seek, I even played marbles and baseball. We rode down the hills on a piece of rug. In the summer we had broom sage that was growing everywhere and it was slick so our rus flew down the hill. We picniced accross the mountains and climbed trees and rode them to the ground. I was so skinny I'm thinking the trees must have been pretty little too. Everyone always said I was a skinny beanpole and that I was growing straight up. That use to make me mad and sometimes I would dread these visitors comin around. Of course now I am definitely not a skinny bean pole..as most of us can relate we growinto maturity and mostly look like our mom or someone in mom or dad's family. As we grew we still stayed close to the cousins and even today I miss seeing them. Seems like when my kids were growing up their cousins didn't getto be close. I think it was the way their parents wanted it. I was always nice to them and wanted to be close, but somehow they were wrapped up in their lives and I think maybe they talked themselves out of coming our way. On my husband's side there are a whole bunch of cousins and only very few even know any of us. Maybe I am guilty of not being as persistent as I should have. I think they were always trying to keep up with each other and the Joneses and Tommy and I were busy raising our 5 children and facing our ups and downs. I do, however have some cousins on my dad's side that I have never met due to the fact that I was raised by my mom and his people did not offer their friendship. I have always been nice to everyone and hope there are no hard feelings between any of the family. I love all of them and hope they have a good life. Anyway the family tree is leaning a little. We are all on that tree together even if some of us are not on the same branch. A few years ago I met a cousin for the first time and she was so nice and told me she could not help that she did not get to be close to me. She ask me to forgive her family and that she could not help anything my dad caused. He was an alcoholic and my mom divorced him when I was little. My grandchildren are close to each other. The 2 older ones are more bossy and independent but they care deeply for each other. Family trees should grow strong and each branch should have a connection with the others and the sunshine of kindness and winds of respect and seasons of change should help this this tree to withstand the things it may encounter. Every has a family tree. Respect it, be proud of it, and remember your genetic make-up began from this family tree hundreds of years ago and your aunts and uncles, cousins, mamaws and papaws share this too...I think I can trace my ancestry back to England and also I have Indian blood too. So think how far back that goes. My grandpa was Irish. You can check out your ancestry on the web.......have a nice day and stay informed.....Irene...that is the "THE ADVENTUROUS IRENE"

I AM A "Spur of the Moment" kind of person

One late evening a few years ago my dauhter came by. I was asleep and dreaming and the knock at the door awakened me. My daughter said she had to be in Lexington that night at St. Joseph's Hospital to take an anti-chickenpox shot because she was pregnant and had never had the chickenpox. Her O B doctor ordered her to get this shot. Lexington is over 150 miles away from us. I never hesitated for one second, just rubbed my sleepy eyes and grabbed my coat and pocketbook. In a couple of hours we were nearing our destination. Little did I know I would be this far away when a couple hours before I was snug as a bug in a rug, asleep and dreaming. We saw her doctor. She got her shot and we headed back. Oh, forgot to tell you on the way there we passed up the hospital and went way beyond our route, called the highway patrol after we had driven to the end of town on an old backroad. The patrolman said "Guess it is getting prettty dark on those streets.hey? We had gone the wrong way. We laughed about it. Afterall I amnot good at city driving. I drove to Myrtle Beach and back and still these littlecities freak me out. I am a really good interstate driver. But back to the fact that I am a 'spur of the moment person". My kids can come by and toot the horn and I am ready to go, anytime. My grandmother was the same way. I am mostly NOT a planner. Lots of people are and a lot of them are perfectionist. I am not.I accept what I have to do and go foward. My hubby is a planner so I guess to him I must seem pretty stupid. He is laid-back, slow, to the point and very serious. I will say something silly and he just looks at me and I will say "Did you get it"? He does not answer.In a lot of ways though we are alike. We like the same foods, the same children, same grandchildren, ours, LOL. It takes all kinds of people to make our world. Everyone has likes and dislikes and they are all entitled to their opinion. My Mom said there was a man who bragged so much on his wife, how beautiful she was. He said, if everyone saw the way I do they would wantmy wife. The other gentleman said "If everyone saw the way I do , They wouldn't have her". So two different opinions collided. We are all specialin God"s eyes, if we are planners, spur of the momemt people, short ,tall, fat, short, old, young, plain or handsome, black or white. I once asked a person whom was very racial and felt they were better than someone of color would their opinion change against people of color if this person saved their life,or their child's life. They got very quiet and remained speechless. It made them think. And I stated "What will you do if you get to Heaven's door and the Lord answers the door...and he is black? Think about it. Oh well, the way I live my life is exciting because I never know when I will be called to action, but since I am a "Spur of the moment person" I will be ready to take on all that comes my way. My favorite group of words are "Dear LordGrant me serenity to accept the things I cannot change.......................etc I do start my day though asking the Lord to guide me and stay with me nomatter where this spuur of the moment woman may end up...........Have a good day

The Dress Is Very Pretty

Makenzie kept askin me to make her the Easter dress. I had her up here for the night and I just got everything ready and made her dress. It is blue at the top with blue sequins on the skirt. I even put special little sparkling buttons around the neck. Her belt was Easter eggs of pastelcolors and I made her a handbag to match and a pretty hairbow of Easter egg material. She put it on and came through the hallway and she could have been "Miss America' doing her walk, she looked so beautiful. I had curled her long hair in ringlets and and she has a million dollar smile. She wore her dress up to her Grandpa and Grandma's house and to school the next day. That made me very happy and I am so glad I got it made for her. Someday when she is grown I hope she will remember how much fun we had picking out all the stuff for her Easter dress. It is not Easter yet but Makenzie could not resist the temptation to were her dress early.....How precious is childhood...it is so wonderful to show your love for your little ones..and Makenzie's love shone for me when she showed off her Easter Dress that her Mamaw made for her. My sewing is not perfect but it is perfectly alright with her.........Good Night

Making An Easter Dress

My granddaughter, Makenzie has ask me to make her an Easter dress. She did not like the ones at the stores. When she was smaller I made her one on every occasion. She loves glitter and glitz so I always make her a beautiful dress the way she wants.She and I went to pick out the material the other night, after she and I enjoyed soft serve ice cream with sprinkles.She was so happy choosing her material and all the extras. She talks the whole time skipping about with that excitement in those big brown eyes...just like her daddy. But she stays really close beside me and minds really well. In fact she walks so closely beside me I will look for her and she is in my 'blind spot'. She laughs when I say "Oh there you are". This was so typical of her Mommy also. She and I are so much alike though she looks just like her Daddy. Well a couple of days later Makenzie asked me if I had her dress done yet and I was astonished to answer her. No, I had not made the dress yet, but yes I will start soon. wish it were that simple, but I am making my own pattern and adding my own accessories..My daughters say these dresses I make would sell on E_Bay in a flash. But one is all I make at a time. Then I get lazy and my attention gets on another project. You didn't know I could sew, did you? I have lots of hobbies, from caring for my dogs to poetry, art work, sewing and lots of other things, not a dull moment. The Lord gives me a day and I will rejoice in it. Today is getting warm and lovely. I will be outdoors to work around, after I go to purchase a couple of money grams at Walmart and pick up my Trevez, my grandson, who is really my son whom I have raised and loved for 14 years. He is a real good boy. He is a very good skateboarder and has loads and loads of friends. Everyone loves my Trevez. He is cute as a button and is getting very tall and he is very helpful to his papaw and me. I love him so much. He stayed at his Mom's last night with his 4 brothers. They have a ball together, playing x-box live and skateboarding. Their Mom is a very strict one whom rarely allows them outside and loves respect from them and their step-dad is very nice to all of them. She sure has a good husband and provider. One little 2yr. old boy is his/theirs. Jack is joining right in with his brothers and is officially out of the crib. Their mom reminds me of "Jon and Katemakes 8" on tv. She is so much like her. I am a little more leaneant with Trevez because I am building up trust in him where he is getting older. He even talks about getting a part-time job soon. Oh well, I got carried away on that and really I must stop here and let "Lincoln" inside. Avery is clawing the door as he is missing his brother whom just went outside to do his business and chase the cat. He hates cats..Good Day

My Daffodils Are Peeping Out

I spied some little daffodils peeping their little heads out today....Burr..burr..Do they not get chilled in the cold cold wind? I think I actually heard frogs hollering in a distance. That tells me that spring is right around the corner. I usually have an array of spring flowers, tulips, crocus, daffodils and later my rhododendrem, lilac bush and honeysuckle will begin to bloom. I planted one sprig of honeysuckle and now it has tried to take over. I have several vines growing on the fence and English ivy has covered our mountainside. I have a pink dogwood, a white one and mimosa plus an apple tree.I want to buy a butterfly bush. My neighbor has one and hundreds of beautiful butterflies are always flying around. I love flowers of all kinds, impatience, marigolds, zennias, morningglories, creeping flox, tulip bushes and the wild variety. I use to have sunflowers that grew up to 8 feet high. I need to try them again. I prefer periennals because they come up every year but some have to be planted. I usually have elephant ears that grow gigantic. For years they would multiply and I had dozens of bulbs, and then they ran their course. I recently bought some more. I usually get lots of compliments on these as thry tend to do well for me, some 7 feet high and a span of 2 or 3 feet on the leaves. I also like petunias, petunias, petunias...every color, hanging on the porch, fence or any where I can put a bunch. I would actually love a garden for food but the property we own is in another county and our place here in the city is limited. I love cucumbers, banana peppers, tomatoes and onions.My hubby has a green thumb and can grow anything...I sometimes wish I lived on a big farm with a cow, a horse and a hog.Though I would never eat anything I had to feed and look it in the eye everyday. My hubby thinks I am a nut, butI can eat only what someone else processes.Are you that way too? If I had a farm I would like being like the Engles on "Little House On The Prairie"...you know wear those amish dresses and sleep by candlelight and milk the cows. Oh well, I do not see that happening. In the meantime I say "Hats off to the farmers of America" Without them we would all starve. They do work by the sweat of their brow, and we get to take it off the store shelves...America is solely dependent on them. Now back to the subject of an approaching spring, I still am sitting here chilling as I type. We will still have snow flurries and cold winds. But I am beginning to sort through the winter stuff and sent a load to Goodwill. I need nothing for summer as I got in on all the sales last year. I have a lot of beautiful summer clothes and sandles.I still paln to have a yard sale very soon. I must declutter so I can be free of anything I do not use. I seem to stay the same size so I guess I am lucky that everything fits. Seems like I can o on a starvation diet for a month and not lose a pound or I can eat like a pig and not gain a pound so I guess I am where I shall stay. Nice chatting with you. Though this a one-sided conversation I am sure some of you kinda feel the way I do about some things...Hope you stay well, safe and happy. Rememeber to thank the Lord for each day..Remember all good things come from him...........Irene

One Of My Favorite Poems

TREES
by; Joyce Kilmer 1886-1918

I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
against the earth's sweet flowing breast
A tree thatlooks at God all day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair
Upon whose bosom snow has lain
Wh intimately lives with rain
Poems are made by fools like me
But only God can make a tree

I have hundreds of favorites and I have published hundreds of poems myself. I will post some of them soon...................Hope you liked one of my favorites..I also love the writer "Robert Frost. Also I have a cousin who writes and he can make me laugh with his realism and sense of humor. He will soon have a book published. I think this love for writing runs in my family....Have a nice evening


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Being A Switchboard Operator For Bell South

I have worked at many jobs but the one I liked most was being a switchboard operator. I worked there until they relocated out of my area. My switchboard was about one hundred feet wide and I had about 20 trunks to plug into. I could take my choice of area and believe it or not , the farther out, the more problems the callers had. Back then all of the numbers had to be marked on a card and all long-distance calls had to clear the operator. That was me.. I handled calls all over the USA and also ship to shore. I talked to technicians on the poles and handled calls from pay telephones...sometimes the callers at the booths left not paying and causing me to have no choice but to bill the call receiver. I worked every shift known to mankind...16 days straight...two split shifts a day. I remember rushing back to work on a hot July day and having to park blocks away, and having to run so I wouldn"t be late. When I got inside the operating room {switchboard room]it would be so icy cold I would take a quick chill and freeze . That room was soooo cold. I am a perfectionist when it comes to working and I had to get it down pat quickly. Well, I passed up "office average" on calls handled. I also had to handle a lot of harressing calls, a lot of flirts from all over the world and a lot of famous people called from here...one being a famous Ed Sullivan whom stayed at a local motel and needed to call somewhere in California. This was exciting, but I could not listen in on any calls...against the rule. Many hundreds of workers quit and others were hired while I was there. I loved my job. It was so much fun..I knew though when I went in on a call from Grethel, Harold, Virgie or Freeburn I was in for the long haul For some reason these callers were somewhat dumber than others in the Pikeville area. I liked the Pikecounty calls better.I have actually said the word "OPERATOR" thousands of times. Havin had this job really helped me so much through the years. I learned how to handle people through conversation and reasoning..and speed and accuracy. I also taught kindergarten..I still have my classes group pictures. They are all adults now and some still remember me. I also worked for a local gas company, in the office as a bookkeeper and out in the field for awhile getting meter charts. The meter houses were in the back woods. I was always by myself. I was not afraid. I have seen wild hogs, wild turkeys, wild horses, wild dogs and climber over hills and up mountains you would not believe. My boss would tell me 'that meter house is just a few steps up the hill"..Yea boy, it was....it was a mile up and talk about hyperventilating..Oh Yea Once I booked it up an old mining road without payin attention to where I was going and after I changed the charts, I looked around and suddenly :I WAS LOST". A man would laugh at me, but really I was totally lost. I started down the hill the wrong way and ran into a fenced in area all gnarled with brush and briars. I was scared then. I went back to the top again and tried to think coherently and to calm down. Above me the crows were circling around. I Just knew I was on their dinnerlist and I could imagine them pickin my eyes out. I had remembered a dozer was working at the bottom of the hill I had climbed. Well, I listened intently to see if I could hear that. I walked about and started walking about and down aain. I finally found the right path. When I got to the bottom of the hill the guy was getting off the dozer. He smiled and said " Did you have a nice walk?..I said "sure did'...I thought...I was lost, you big gallothe. But I smiled because I was so happy. Also once I left a big gate open to a pasture of cows. The meter house was behind there. My boss called and said there was a herd of cows walking down the road. Did I know that, he asked. I said I sure didn't. But, thinking back maybe I did leave the gate open. I could not agree to that. Another time one of my wheels came off my truck and I was driving on 3 wheels and didn'tknow till a passerby told me. Another time I walked through waist high snow. My pay was fabulous, but worth every dollar. I also got held hostage by a gang of hogs, big tall ones and very mean. I stayed up on a ladder till they went to sleep..and another time I accidently turned off everyone's gas up and down Shelby Valley. Well, I thought I was turning the right knobs. They all looked the same to me. I have had some adventures that I will not forget. I use to sell avons too. I did fabulous at this, not counting the times I got staked by a few drunks and big pit bulls behind the houses. They would come charging at me and I would "freeze". I was also left with a warehouse of avons that people did not pay for. I have had a great time teaching kindergarten. These 5 year old were so cute. I was only 18 and taking college classes and teaching in the county system. I finally completed all courses from Morehead. My students were my "babies". They clung to me like I was Mom. I had no children. We went on trips and enjoyed holidays. My favorite though was being a switchboard operator. Guess I just loved talkin to people all over the world. Oh well, my little Makenzie has arrived and she and I have a lot of things to do. She is my little red-haired granddaughter. Just thought I would fill you in on my working past. It was all fun. I stay busy now...I am rarely still a minute except when my blog calls me to write you a good one..............................Good Evening