Marilyn Jean is having her late 1800’s home remodeled.

She is getting a new kitchen!! With the multitude of people who come through her home on a daily basis to eat, she deserves it!

When they started doing demolition of the old kitchen, she found a treasure trove of history in the walls. Old bank checks, pictures, books, hymnals, shoes, buttons, letters and postcards.  Her farmhouse had at one time been a cheese factory. We had a little archive in our office for a bit, she had brought in her discovered treasures for us to see. It was fascinating.

Daily, she comes to the office with cabinet, paint, tile, back splash, counter, etc. samples we all get to vote on.  It’s so much easier to make a decision for someone else’s kitchen.

Recently a beautiful copper farmer’s sink was delivered. We are all living vicariously through Marilyn Jean.

Currently she has a dutch door that leads from the kitchen to the laundry room. She calls it her “Mr. Ed door.”

Today.

Marilyn Jean: I want to change the bathroom door off the kitchen to look like my new kitchen cupboard doors.  They’re distressed.

Daisy: Get a door you like and we can distress it ourselves.

Marilyn Jean: Oh I know you can. You distress me every day!

I just love that Marilyn Jean, she is a hoot!

Me too Lucy!

Last week we had a cruel and horrible event in our “family” of friends.

A sweet, warm-heated, generous, gregarious, handsome young man was hanging out with friends after work. He was jumped, beaten up and robbed of the tip money he made that day at a local restaurant.

His phone was taken apart and thrown onto a frozen lake.

He has multiple fractures in his cheek, jaw, nose, roof of his mouth, and upper lip area.  He is missing teeth, has stitches inside his lip, outside his lip and in his chin.

We don’t understand, if all they wanted was the money, why they didn’t just take it and push him down? He is  6’3” iboy who is n shape. Were they afraid he would retaliate? Evil is hard to understand and thank God we don’t comprehend it.

I had been out to eat with the family the day it happened. We were laughing and passing around, “I love you man!”, hours before this cruel thing took place.  It’s hard to think of the sweet young man I saw on Sunday. His unmarred face, laughing and being kind to everyone around us, as he always is.

It made me think of a couple back in Oklahoma.

After the birth of their first child, there was complications and were told the chance of his survival was small.  They sat in that hospital room, holding each other, in tears and prayed for their new, tiny son.

They also told their heavenly Father, that no matter the outcome, they would love God; nothing would or had changed their love for their heavenly Father.

That baby is now out of college, a strapping 6’4” boy.

I will always remember the words my friend shard as she cried out to God that day.

“Lord, remember me and re-member me.”

We all have days when we have fallen apart, are broken, in pieces or just plain confused, scattered and spread too thin.

The young man that was beaten up last week is home now with his mouth sewn shut and in great pain.

Lord remember him today and re-member him today!

Lord remember us today and re-member us today.

A friend of mine had this posted on Facebook and I loved it.

I emailed her toute de suite – in Okie “Toot Sweet”!

She sent me the link to: www.chicklingosigns.com

There’s so many printed signs out there now, but this one really hit it.

Delighted with this website I start scrolling.

This would be perfect for a friend who is going to be a Grandmother for the first time. She’s soooo old! (Just kidding Elise!)

This would be great for my sister’s three boys.

One of my favorite hymns. The story behind it is beautiful.

Cute.

I want to give this one to my sweetie pie niece.

We need to be reminded every day!

So I’m scrolling,

scrolling,

scrolling…

And I see this!

I almost fell out of my chair laughing!

Follow your dreams! Almost!

Thanks for the weblink Punky!!

My sister recently had to go to the social security office to sign an older family memeber up for Medicare benefits.  You know what it’s like to sit in a social security office. It takes forever, no matter what paperwork you have, you need more, or different paperwork than what you were told to have on your previous visit.

This is the text I got, “I have been sitting in the soc sec offices for two hours with the huddled masses yearning to eat free!”

Brainiwacks on break:

Daisy: I must need a nap. I just spelled bone: b-o-a-n.

Marilyn Jean: I know I was spelling something yesterday like “do” and I coudn’t remember how to spell it.

It is d-e-w.

Jillian: I hate those two letter words.

Daisy: They’re so hard!

Marilyn Jean: For crying out loud!

Jillian: Who brought the cupcakes? I just walked by them and my back side got bigger!

Can you describe me in your blog as a slender bean?

Marilyn Jean: Describe me as ro-BUST, emphasis on the second syllable.

She’s laughing as she’s typing, (pointing at Daisy) the bloody blog is getting bloodier.

Every time she looks at me, laughs and doesn’t say anything, I know I’m going to be in the blog.

This is the email I received from my very close friend Nina who is from Brazil:

“You know I loooove your sense of humor & writing and your picture is as cute as button… Another expression maybe you could find the history trail… Your Brazilian “Ziva David” friend here cannot figure out what cute has to do with button…

Send my love to Marilyn Jean… and to Elise.  I am so glad they are in your life. “

So, because I love you my friend, here it is:

CUTE AS A BUTTON – “cute, charming, attractive, almost always with the connotation of being small, 1868 (from the original 1731 English meaning of ‘acute’ or clever). Cute as a bug’s ear, 1930; cute as a bug in a rug, 1942; cute as a button, 1946. Cute and keen were two of the most overused slang words of the late 1920s and 1930s.” From “Listening to America” by Stuart Berg Flexner (Simon and Schuster, New York, 1992.)

Flexner may have an idea about the word “cute,” but he provides no guidance on the question of how a button can be cute. The key to the issue is that it is not the button on a shirt that is meant here, but a flower bud seen in the popular name of small flowers, such as bachelor’s button (q.v. “button” (n) in the OED, meanings 2 and 3).

The British version is “bright as a button”. This makes sense if you think of a polished brass button. The phrase is really only ever used of small people – you’d say that a child, or maybe a small dog, was as bright as a button, but you’d never say it of a six-foot man. So the image is of a small sparky thing.

P.S. Nina – You cute Brazilian button YOU!

I was out on tour last week, about to walk my group into Independence Hall in Philly, when my phone starts buzzing. I look down and I see my sister, has texted a series of photos.

Notice the sign closest says in call caps, “IF YOU DO NOT DO YOUR CHORES YOU WILL NOT EAT!”

So outside of Independence Hall, Liberty Bell in sight, the very symbols of our nations independence and declaration, I call!

Daisy: (through the laughing)  What is going on??!!

Sister: I’m mad and I’m NOT gonna take it anymore!

Daisy: This is hilarious!

Sister: I had to send it to you, you would appreciate it, you’ve been telling me for years.

Daisy: You know what you ought to do, you should draw a chalk outline of a body on the wood floor right in front of the counter. Have Miss N. lie down and trace her, she would totally do it! And love it!

Sister: I’m going to do it!  I’m running an errand, I hope I can get home first so I can do it!

This last picture underscores the state my sister was in. She sent it upside down.

Here’s the back story.  She is grace and mercy personified. She has more patience on a daily basis than I have had in my lifetime. As her four kids got older, I would get aggravated when we were all together, she and I would be picking up after them. She taught me she was having fun and enjoying them more than getting on them. Now that’s not to say they don’t do their fair share, but being kids, you know if they can try to get out of it, they will. And being a great mom, she would do the little extra so she can spend more time with them.

Well, I guess last week, she was drawing a line in the sand. What make it even funnier is this is so not her!

Declare sista! Let Freedom ring!

There are four of us who work in the same room at our office. These ladies are very hard-working, clever, intelligent, savvy ladies.

So… it makes it tough to explain the bizarre exchanges that happen daily.

BI-ZZZZARRE! DAILY!

Yesterday afternoon we were silently working at our computers and out of NOWHERE:

Lauren: Did you guys hear that robin yesterday?

Marilyn Jean: Where, here?

Lauren: No, it was at my house.

Insert big guffaw errupting from the group.

Lauren lives 14-19 miles from any of us. Fourteen to nineteen miles.

Daisy: I work with some strange birds.

Marilyn Jean: What am I?

Daisy: You’re a crow, I’m a do-do, Lauren is a cuckoo and Elise is a turkey.

Elise: Oh great! Thanks Daisy!

Peggy Le Sew: (the poor, unfortunate co-worker who wandered into this conversation) Oh my heavens above!

This has been passed around our office and it’s so true!

GIRLFRIENDS

“Friends In an evening class at Stanford the last lecture was on the mind-body connection – the relationship between stress and disease. The speaker (head of psychiatry at Stanford) said, among other things, that one of the best things that a man could do for his health is to be married to a woman whereas for a woman, one of the best things she could do for her health was to nurture her relationships with her girlfriends. At first everyone laughed, but he was serious. Women connect with each other differently and provide support systems that help each other to deal with stress and difficult life experiences. Physically this quality “girlfriend time” helps us to create more serotonin – a neurotransmitter that helps combat depression and can create a general feeling of well being. Women share feelings whereas men often form relationships around activities. They rarely sit down with a buddy and talk about how they feel about certain things or how their personal lives are going. Jobs? Yes. Sports? Yes. Cars? Yes. Fishing, hunting, golf? Yes. But their feelings? Rarely. Women do it all of the time. We share from our souls with our sisters/mothers, and evidently that is very good for our health. He said that spending time with a friend is just as important to our general health as jogging or working out at a gym. There’s a tendency to think that when we are “exercising” we are doing something good for our bodies, but when we are hanging out with friends, we are wasting our time and should be more productively engaged-not true. In fact, he said that failure to create and maintain quality personal relationships with other humans is as dangerous to our physical health as smoking! So every time you hang out to schmooze with a gal pal, just pat yourself on the back and congratulate yourself for doing something good for your health! We are indeed very, very lucky. Sooooo… let’s toast to our friendship with our girlfriends. Evidently it’s very good for our health. Forward this to all your girlfriends – and stay in touch! Thanks to all the girls in my life who have helped me stay healthy, happy, and feeling very loved.”

Sidenote: Is it normal when the office is closed due to snow our group missed being together for the day?

Is it normal that although I’ve banked enough hours I don’t have to come in until noon, I come on time anyway, I’d rather be in the office with these nuts?

I’m grateful every day for these women.

I think our office is pretty healthy!

Marilyn Jean commented on Dirge

I am sorry Daisy, but your “Waltz” or “Jazz”, or whatever that irritating sound is coming from your computer over there is called, has NO TUNE! It’s the exact sound or tune that I hear when “someone” (near by) whistles without a tune! lol So you better NOT have downloaded all that “Grunge” stuff just to irritate me! “How Wuude”! :))

Signed: Marilyn Jean

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