Scenes From A Wedding/The Final Chapter, Part 1

I must apologize for leaving you all hanging about our September travel event to Nebraska for our whirlwind weekend. My oldest got married while Number Two had a new baby arrive. I am going to hopefully wrap up our tale over the next week.

Since today’s #SoCS prompt from Linda Hill is roll/role, it seemed the right time to get back to that day.

Everyone knows all great holiday and celebration events call for at least one ‘emergency run’ to the local grocery, conveninece or liquor store. There is a joke between my husband and myself, stemming from his bizarre sense of humor. Any time I am preparing for a holiday meal or party, he will offer to make a run to the store-any store that might be open- asking if I need him to go out for ‘Jujubes and tampons’. Okay, no, I don’t even like Jujubes and the other item has long been off my list. Simply put, it means any last minute necessities? Usually there is something. It is amazing what corner conveninece stores carry these days…

So, when the call came for last minute ice, additional libations and sodas as the guests were arriving, of course my man volunteered, my youngest going along to give a hand.

What follows are images of their near death experience as a football fanatic, in town for the Husker game, ran a red light and hit a car so hard he rolled his own truck, sliding to within merely a few feet where my loved ones sat in our rental.  We wondered what was taking them so long but no text message came, so we assumed they were stuck in after game traffic. It was a Husker weekend. Tap and hold images to see the caption or just double tap for a larger view.

 

Georgia just passed the zero tolerance for cell phone use while driving law. It might seem inconvenient but it’s a good thing. Too much of this is going on. Just weeks earlier my oldest son witnessed a fatality when someone ran a stop sign. I don’t know that the driver was texting but he was someplace other than in his right mind.  It was devastating for my son to see.

The guy in this truck was on his phone as he attempted to climb out of his passenger window and down to the ground. My son made him hand it over so he could get out safely. Fortunately, no one was seriously injured, but those vehicles are history. My guys were pretty shaken up.

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You can see how close he came to my husband and son.
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Yeah, that’s my guy directing traffic. People wanted to drive straight through the accident!

Oh, and check out the license tag on our rental. We might have guessed there would be some devilish goings-on for the weekend. 😏

You all drive safely, save the texting for when you are out of your car, and try not to be a rabid football fan. Some of us fellow humans are trying to live a life too.

Be a role model, not a roll over.

Next installment…the main event! I promise. Oh, want a sneak peek? 🙊

 

 

oh Frank…

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I Mean It’s #SoCS!

For Linda Hill’s #SoCS prompt today.

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “mean(s).” Use it with or without the “s,” any way you’d like. Have fun!

Mean:

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a) to have in mind as a purpose:  intend

Those stairs are steep and I mean to climb them!

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That bartender, I mean she knows how to mix a drink!

 

b) to design for or destine to a specified purpose or future

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Nature was meant to be loved, cared for and protected…

 

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2)

a) Lacking in mental discrimination: dull, contemptible-often used in negative constructions as a term of praise.

”Dismantling the government is no mean feat. “

b)  characterized by petty selfishness or malice

”a mean, surly man”

 

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3) excellent, effective

”That restaurant makes a mean seafood platter!”

4) Occupying a middle position, intermediate in space, a position between extremes.

 

Serving as a means, intermediary, something intervening.

 

A middle point between extremes.

 

 

By all means (most assuredly: certainly) we can accomplish great things when we work together.

Okay Dan I think I’m ready for those technical words now…

And that beer!

A Flake/#SoCs

Okay, I’m saying it for you. That’s what many of you will say when you read my post, but I don’t even care. If being a flake means I have faith in something outside of myself that keeps me going in a world gone mad around me then I’d rather be a flake doing life. (Wait, that sounds kind of like a favorite song….) maybe later.

Anyway, according to my favorite customer at the bar and doorscursion expert Dan , the Friday prompt for Linda Hill’s  #SoCS event is to open any book and, with eyes closed, point to a section on the page and write about the word, sentence or paragraph. It so happens that the book sitting beside my bed is one I have been working at reading for weeks now. I say “working at” because these days reading books seems nearly impossible. Between real time work, trying to write my own book, do some creative projects, spend time with hubby and get out to see the natural world and be rejuvenated, I hardly have enough moments to sit and read more than a few pages. I am slowly working my way through Inkheart as well. I love the movie so I suppose knowing the end keeps me from plodding forward more quickly.

Back to the point. I am not a particularly religious person in my later years although I am deeply spiritual in that I am confident that there is a guiding force in my life and there are things that we do not fully understand nor even often consider as real possibilities because our practical brains cannot pick them apart, categorize and file them away as proven facts. Those are the things that intrigue me most. If I had my life to do over again I would have gone into Science just to study Quantum Physics. Or become a photo journalist. 😏

What is the point?, you are saying. I ask for guidance in all things that I do-for Spirit, God, The Universe, to manifest itself for me in ways that give me tangible evidence that we do not walk alone here. This evidence is not for me, but for sharing. In the words of Fox Mulder, “I want to believe!” And,  more than he, I really do.

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This is a good book, by the way. And so true. Many of us feel we are doing a great job in life, just letting things roll, going with the flow, saying “it is what it is” (I hate that one) when we are really just stuffing things into a big old suitcase with aging rusty latches that someday will give out from the enormity of what is inside,  swelling until it must be recognized. Many things should be shared, gotten off of one’s chest and ironed out, even though it might be uncomfortable or even painful. I was raised in a home where conflict was taboo, so learning to have a civil disagreement was challenging. An all out argument used to cripple me. Now I understand that true change and growth never occurs without some discomfort. Sometimes a lot of it.

Again, the point. As I opened the book, I closed my eyes, asking for guidance to find just the right phrase or thought to include in this post. As I scrolled the page my finger dragged a bit and I passed the spot, but scrolled back up where it dragged again.

When I opened my eyes, this was the paragraph. I ain’t lyin’..

So how do I get to this point,” you may ask, “willing to BE, first?” Processing negative feelings throught the Script is the perfect place to start. As you process your feelings you are BE-ing. It will be of great benefit for you to work throught the hostilities and frustrations you may have so you can finally arrive at the place of ‘live and let live’…of BE-ing, enjoying the peace of now.

This is my goal, even before this book or this passage. To live in the now moment, for it is the only one which truly exists. The past is but a blip in our brains and the future is   a mere possibility.

Here is another of my recent moments of requesting presence to be made known. When we took our day trip to Sawnee Mountain Preserve, there is a statue of the purported Sawnee himself at the entrance to the park. The plackard board states that no true image of the indigenous man known as Sawnee exists, so they did an imagined rendition. I took several photos of the statue, my heart and soul asking if the true spirit of the man known as Sawnee or anyone else wanted to be recognized while I was there, to please feel free. This was my photo. I love orbs! I get them a lot. Sometimes they even show up in photos later, after I have already edited and saved them .

 

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Okay, go ahead and call me a flake. But I am a happy flake, a contended and loving flake. I wish the rest of the world would join me in the hope of flakiness.

PS. I never got a green orb before. Green is a healing color. I love this one.

Okay, so now that the song is stuck in my head I am sharing it with you. Please feel free to keep it playing in your heads all day too. Happy Free 48! More to come on that later!

And. Speaking of “points”, have any of you ever seen the production The Point? It is a marvelous work about acceptance and the importance of being different. Check it out! I saw it as a play in high school but they made a movie of it too.

 

 

 

 

The In Between/#SoCS

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The In Between

 

When first comes shift of Summer’s light,

to softer hues and hazy views,

while midnight’s face grows clear and bright

its eyes aglow, that watching know

a secret.

 

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Thus when with glee and childlike, free

we squeal and squirm like earthy worms

exposed and bare as the naked tree-

unashamed.

 

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Days of warm and golden treasure

turn to crimson fire-the heart’s desire

to swim in Nature’s pleasure

as she fades..

 

To pause the needle on the clay

as it spins a life away

and revel in the vast array

of Autumn’s finery.

 

Noses tingle from the strange mingle

of chill and smoky musk,

the fireflies lighting dusk

like tiny lanterns.

 

Oh stay!

The heart pleads,

as even raking leaves

seems not so much a chore

as child’s play on such a day.

Lean on the handle, close your eyes

and imagine flying on a broom

across the moon!

 

To dissuade the cruel hand

that will paint the ever-land

a barren canvas white and brown.

Nature’s mask of death,

that on the air shall cast its breath

in frozen efigy.

 

Can we stay for just awhile

in the land of grins and giggles,

pumpkins, apples, pies and wriggles?

Let Winter wait in dreams, alone

for it chills me to

the  very bone!

 

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This post brought to you courtesy of Linda Hill and her #Stream of Consciousness Saturday weekly prompt. Visit the link to her blog to meet other great bloggers and catch up on her recent projects!

 

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Rollin’ in the Dough/#SoCS/#Free48

Can you even stand it? The Doughnut craze, that is. How is it possible to have so many bodacious doughnut shops in one city? I have already posted a few of our doughnut adventures over the past few months, but this one is by far the most scrumptious so far. A rep at the office dropped off these tasty treats today.

 

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How could I say no to just one? Can you guess which one I chose?

These doughnuts came from a culinary castle known as

 

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The Dutch Monkey Donut Shop in Cumming, Georgia. Check out the yumminess they serve up daily. I’m beginning to think I’ll never be able to make it through all the delightful bakeries here before I explode! We will definitely be making an in person visit to this wonderful shop in the near future.

So many donuts, so little time!

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Thank you Atlanta! Visit this fantastic city and all the amazing food venues when you can!

This post is a part of Linda Hill’s #SoCS blog prompt series.

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You’ll recognize Dan. He’ll be the one with the ugly team shirt and a bunch of strange people following him…😏

Scenes From a Wedding/My Dance Card is Full/#SoCS

Just a fast forward to after the wedding for some dance fun to accommodate our SoCS prompt from Linda Hill which is ‘card’. Hop over to her place for more great posts. Sorry I’m late but was having a great outing today, which I will post about later.

Meanwhile, turn down the lights, put on some soft music and save the last dance for someone special…

 

The Mother/Daughter dance….so sweet.

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A girl’s first love is her Dad..

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I was surprised by this dance with my sweet son, the groom…a favorite tune from Labyrinth. David Bowie will always rock…

 

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And the beautiful couple dancing to ‘their song’.

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Then, someone put on an 80’s tune and suggested they all dance like in 6th grade! 😂💕

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Ahhh life is fun….make it last forever…..

This one is a persoanl favorite and how I feel about all of life..the good, the…well, you know.  We’ll just think about the good for now. 💕😘

Scenes From a Wedding/Day 2 #SoCS

“In this Kingdom there shall be shots!” And more shots. We killed Mr. Jameson in quick time. 😉

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Today’s prompt was dom. Visit Linda’s place for more great posts from talented bloggers.

Back to the Wedding Weekend. I know I left you dangling last time. You will be relieved to know there were no arrests, a few more incriminating photos (which are locked in the family vault for blackmailing purposes later) and we had a fun night. The best thing about Lincoln for me is the variety and uniqueness of the venues that always seem to surface. Being a small city, one can easily hike from one venue to another which,  I would think, cuts down their DUI incidents significantly. However, their auto accident rate is likely substantial as we witnessed first hand…but that was another day.

The place we went to that took us a step back into the 80’s and 90’s was the Arcade Bar. A simple idea really-install some vintage popular video games, skee ball, foose ball and pinball. Put up a bar and open the doors. Even the ‘old folks’ like us love it.

 

Of course getting there is tedious, since we often fly into Kansas City and drive the rest of the way. Even driving from Omaha can be nerve wracking. But the scenery is pretty and the highway pretty much a straight shot. This time of year the colors are just beginning to change to Autumn.

I always love that I can say I have been to Iowa. (But it wasn’t heaven-Field of Dreams reference. See the movie)

We actually spent all of this day doing food preps. And having shots. It was a simple wedding but there are still lots of things to do. They had all worked so hard before we even got there, with family helping to get the yard ready and everyone preparing food. I always love being in the kitchen so it was a bit of heaven for me to be able to contribute. Oh, and Ellie also loves being in the kitchen. We kept pointing her to get out. Tell me, though, how you could resist sharing a nibble with this face?

 

Of course I did! Several times. She is such a sweetie. As are her brother and sister from other mothers…

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Meet Abu and Junebug
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Abu loves a good closeup.

Junebug loves to hide….

It was during the potato salad prep that I found our food blessing for the event.

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Even the potatoes knew it was meant to be…

Willard made his ‘famous’ deviled eggs. Yeah…it’s a family thing.

All in all, a very good day before the big day! That called for a nice, leisurely stroll around the neighborhood at sunset. I have already shared a post about the beautiful church we saw. Here are a few more shots from our walk.

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Lincoln has beautiful tree lined streets and old homes
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The moon making her way into the sky
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You had to know there would be a butterfly!
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Our ‘hotel’ for the weekend. Love this old home.

With such gracious hosts, how could we not have a marvelous stay? They even left candies on our pillows!

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Very exhausted Wedding Planners. Still, we enjoyed some take out Thai food at the end of the day.

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Thanks, Hayley and Ande for being such wonderful hosts in the midst of your own chaos of preparations. The love is so real with you guys. We enjoyed every. Minute!

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Oh, these guys? My number three son, Matthew and his son Noah. This visit was all about some Maw Maw time for me too!

Our next day would bring the rest of the troops in!

Oh, I need to mention again that in another city, number two son and his wife were delivering their baby on this day! 😱💕

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Miracles all around.

Love was defintely dominating the show!

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