The beauty of small town living...

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Bomont, West Virginia, United States
When you have no idea what you're doing, somebody else will ... or at least make something up & run with it.

Monday, April 14, 2008

IT MUST ALL MEAN SOMETHING ...

My parents had 3 children - 2 sons and a daughter.
They divorced when I was little; both went on to marry other people.

My dad married a lady who had a daughter from a previous marriage.
Together, they had another daughter.

My mom married a man who had a son from a previous marriage.
Together, they had another son.

Of the 5 of us who share(d) the same last name, I'm the middle child.
I'm the middle child of a middle child.

Two older brothers, two younger brothers, two younger sisters.
The only "unpaired" of the siblings.

I'm the firstborn daughter of a firstborn daughter.
The 13th maternal grandchild, the youngest of the granddaughters.

I'm the youngest daughter, the oldest daughter.
An only daughter, one of 3.

My maternal grandma died on June 14.
My youngest son was born on June 14.

I was due on the 17th, born 5 days later on the 22nd.
My oldest son was due on the 17th, born 5 days later on the 22nd.

Friday, April 04, 2008

THERE IS A FIFTH DIMENSION BEYOND THAT WHICH IS KNOWN TO MAN ...

I have one of those car radios that has 6 preprogrammable buttons & if you hit another button, you can program another 6. I have all 12 buttons programmed to different stations, one of which is 92.9 - "positive country/gospel" on the 2nd set of buttons. When I parked the car last night, we were listening to 105.1 - "classic rock" - first set of buttons. This morning when I got back in, 92.9 was blaring. I hit the button for 96.1 - first set of buttons - & there was still 92.9. So I hit another button. Still 92.9. So I just listened to gospel music all the way to work this morning. A little uplifting music never hurt anybody.

This evening on the way home, I stopped at Rite Aid. For the low, low price of $9.99, you can buy this desk phone that has a speaker phone, a calculator, a big huge digital display & will even verbally tell you the number of incoming calls. We thought it was pretty cool when the phone rang & this nice lady sang out Grandpa's number. Ditto when Grandma called. When the phone made this weird 3-tone music thing & "666" showed up, though ... that ain't so cool. Seriously. The number of the last incoming call remains on the display until ... I guess until another call comes in. Our display still says "666."

I'm wondering if this morning has anything to do with this evening ...