Tiny Male Sub Crawls!

Just short of eight months old little Maddox Jay Losher streaks across his home town in a blistering world-breaking crawl!

Yes, I'd bet he's covering four, five or even six inches at a stretch. BUT, it counts. All us grandparents and kin-folks say it counts.

This child is a sprinter and a genius of note. On a happy note, Maddox is a true smiler as well. At McKenzie's five year birthday he never stopped smiling either. So if you want to see a smiling CRAWLING baby. See Maddox.

Tinted Windows

What's the deal with tinted windows. I found I had to have them.

I have been driving Granny Ruth's car, my Mom's car, now my car for quite a few weeks.

It is a Great Car. It is a 2002 Toyota Avalon with all the goodies EXCEPT tinted windows. It has the most spectacular sound system and plushy leather seats. The suspension must be extra special 'cause it rides like a cloud. Cecil was a dream boat when he picked it out, I knew I loved him, what a great stepdad. Did I mention that we started screaming when we found out the radio told you the name of the songs as it played and you can put six CD's at once. woohooo! I am in stereo heaven.

Two problems with the car though. You may be surprised that I have a problem with the fact that the car has very prominent handicap plates. For some reason I feel like everyone is staring at me like I have a pirate peg leg. I feel like I should roll out an iron lung at every parking lot. Now don't get me wrong, I have been raised with too much guilt to park in a handicap spot. We carried Doris too long who was actually in a wheelchair for me to block a spot that I don't deserve. (and don't any of you do it either) So I'm itching for my Laminack plates to come in and for me to appear to be an average Joe.

Second bigger problem -Which is - no - tinted windows. I had a creepy crawly feeling of being in a fish bowl on my thirty minute drive to work every day. Just look around we live in a tinted car window world. Every SUV, truck, minivan has dark, darker windows. It is a mystery what might be going on inside those cars. Smokin', drinkin', lascivious behavior, children drivin', asleep at the wheel, eatin', drinkin' talking on multiple cell phones, reading books and maps, yelling at the kids, scratchin', personal hygiene, etc. Well, I've been wanting to do all those things and people kept honking and pointing. SOOOO, I got my tint job and it was no big deal. I strolled in to Artech and acted like I get it done every day. I made fast friends with the two fellows waiting there and even wandered over to Half Price books and bought two books.

I chose the Medium tint with the Superior quality to avoid fading and scratching. Excellent! I look like a high class Americano. I can now roll my cigarettes and read "Of Mice and Men" and adjust the radio, and call all my children on my drive home everyday. I look with disdain at my fellow drivers with shabby light or 'tisk' non-tinted windows. And about those bubbled up tinted windows, the nerve! Let's have coffee, we'll talk.

Work is filling up too much of my time

I have figured out that working for a living is wearing me out. I need the money so I work. However, I come home too tired to spend it. I come home and dream of all kinds of projects around the house and make plans of cleaning sprees, reading inspiring books and going shopping and NO... I find myself plopped in my recliner. Luckily I have a trusty husband and a trusty grand-dog Molly (lately) to assist in being a couch potato.

I seem to make it through an eight hour work day just fine. My brain works pretty consistently (fueled by coffee and a one hour lunch). I mostly sit at a computer, work with some great people, make quick trips around the office during the day. My thirty minute commute is spent listening to the radio, but I come home and if I sit down, then I'm probably never getting up again. Exhaustion sets in. A tidal wave of inertia settles on top of me. Prayers and fast asleep.

Now life should be just the opposite with your energy going into some fun stuff during the eight hour day which leaves you happily exhausted at the sun's setting. I see myself a a Maui beach bum surfer at heart, a race horse breeder and rider in Kentucky maybe, a Tibetan monk-ett spending hours in blissful prayer on top of a beautiful mountain, possibly just a photographer for National Geographic around the globe. Yeah that's the ticket.

I need a new vocation or at least a vacation I'd say. Some one put me in a resume to monster.com for new exciting exotic office placement. Have gun will travel.

Thanks for the memories

Well, formal thank you notes will be coming out following the death of my mom, but I needed to let everyone know how blessed we felt at her funeral. The service by Wade and Frank was so easy to handle, but the songs were what will always ring in my memory. Emily (composed a new song the day before), Patty, Katie and Maggie - you made my mother's service a send off to heaven! That's all I can say, she had a magic carpet ride of songs into the arms of Jesus. I felt comfort and safety with each note. Thank you all.

It is so peculiar losing a tiny woman called Granny Ruth (4 ft, 7 1/2 " at last count) she was shrinking from a stately 4 ft, 11". Love and guilt go mingled down. A daughter and a mother have a strange and wonderful relationship. I have had several calls this week that I immediately thought that I should call Mom and share with her.... then the realization that there was no mom to call. This is going to be tough for some time I guess. I have to trust that God and Jesus are taking good care of Mom, that she is walking on streets of gold, that there is no pain and suffering any more. She definately was a great example of a Christian mother devoted to having her children in attendance at church and learning the Bible, just as she had learned from her parents. Yes, .... they will rise up and call her blessed.