Murraytalk

In my prior blog I mentioned my sister giving birth to a baby girl that was my father's child. I didn't feel a major shift in my life with the birth of my sister/niece. I also had a younger brother in the home at that time, so another child was my blessing of less attention directed towards me. I was at a point in my life that less was best. I cherished my solitude and would find any place without people to be. My father had an office that was detached from the main house that I would spend hours hanging out in enjoying the silence. My father liked to gamble so there were many times that  he was gone for an entire week, sometimes coming home only to grab fresh clothes. I never knew for sure when he would return, but I had become bolder with leaving the house when he was away. Such as, riding my bike around the neighborhood and staying outside until the streets lights came on. I know that sounds ridiculous to most people, but when you live in a controlled environment, it...

While I was complaining about the mess I had created at my house, my mother in law sold her home, She has over 50 years of stuff that she has to sort through to move - I just need to count my blessings that I was only working with three rooms. I'm really happy that the house sold. She was saying that it was too big, had too many memories, and she was lonely. So this move will be a good thing for her. In fact, my mom did the same after my father passed away. I think we all need a fresh start at times. Speaking of houses - I finished mine finally and I love it! I threw away, donated, and stored very little. If I don't find a home up North by the end of the year my stored items are going to Goodwill. I really understand how people become hoarders - it's so easy to accumulate stuff. The older I become the less stuff I want. Years ago I had an elderly woman, Mary, that worked for me - she only had one child, but her and her husband had labeled and made a list of all the...

That was my day - pretty much the entire day yesterday...painting! We only did the foyer and one side of the hallway - next it's the living room, dining room and the rest of the hallway. Honestly, I'm in no rush to complete this project - I hate painting! I made the decision to put only a few crosses up and scattered a few through the house. I'm packing the rest away for our home up North that we're shopping for. (hopefully we'll have it by the end of the year) So as far as the paint color that I choose I don't absolutely love it yet. I didn't realize that a cool gray (what I used) brings out some blue, and a warm gray would of brought out red, but we're not re-painting. I need to dry brush my red bench with white paint and find fabric that has some gray to tie it all in and I think it will be fine. It's clean and fresh looking so that's a good thing.  When I get it completed I'll post pictures. Have a fabulous Mond...

My husband's plan was to come home Sunday, but after talking to the nurse he was torn on what to do. He misses his family and home, but he also wanted to be with his father through the end. We've been together since we were 18 and the longest that we've been apart is when he went to Washington, DC this year for 5 days... we're not very good at living separate lives. It's funny how you have routines that you don't even realize. Such as, him waking up early and putting the dogs out at 5:30. (Who got them on that schedule?) I tried pushing them back to 6:30 but woke up to the gift of poop - You would think they'd appreciate an extra hour of sleep, but no! Also, he has always made me a cup of coffee every morning and put it on my night stand a few minutes before I wake up. I had to motivate myself to brew a pot much less pour myself a cup. I know it's silly little things, but it's our thing. I also found that having a glass a wine in the evening alone ...

This little cutie ended up spending the night last - apparently she has forgotten where she lives. My daughter, Tiffanie was on her way to my house yesterday when she saw this pup running in the street. She stopped, opened her car door, and the pup jumped in. The kids love her, my Pitt Bull loves her, but my Pekingese hates her and would like her out of here ASAP! Miss Pup and I walked the neighborhood last night in search of her family. We actually ended up walking with another dog walker that thought she was Abby - we walked to Abby's house, but Abby was in her backyard. So Miss Pup stayed the night in a make shift bed, (laundry basket with a satin pillow) but it's time for her to move on. I just can't add her to my to do list... these are my golden years, I'm suppose to be free, traveling the world without kids and puppies. If anyone knows who she is and where she lives, please send me a message. Happy Friday!

Thirty five years ago I was put in a taxi cab - the driver was given instructions to take me to St. Josephs Hospital. Tiffanie I gave birth that morning to my first child, my daughter...Happy Birthday Tiffanie! I was 18 years old, unmarried and living with my parents. The father of my child (my husband of 35 years) was also living at home with his parents. We were two kids that were oddly thrown together, but would stay together forever. He grew up in the foothills with the country club and I grew up in a middle class neighborhood. He told his mother that he would marry a black girl before he met me. As I've said numerous times before, I don't believe in coincidences. I look at young parents today and I can't stand how the majority of them are self absorbed and disconnected from their child. If you're not ready to give your all into raising a child, DON'T HAVE SEX! There wasn't sex education classes when I was in school, and our parents didn't si...