Hello Dahlings,
As I am getting closer to the sweet age of 50, I thought I should start acting more like a Southern woman. My friend, Louise would have a problem with that since this past week I have treated her as if she turned 90 instead of 50.... I insisted on taking her to the Blue Willow for her birthday, where I also insisted she wear an elastic waistband and her orthopedic shoes with support panty hose, since for the past few years we have referred to ourselves as Thelma and Louise I advised her it was time she became Miss Daisy, to which she replied, "I guess that makes you Hoke". I think we should just go with Claree and Weezer. Anywhoo... the realization kicked in as I was stranded on Peachtree Industrial Hwy and decided to start walking , I thought I was all so cute stomping off in the rain in my little silver heels and my tight jeans, car after car whizzing by me honking horns, when my two step daughters went past me, they turned around and came back to get me and one said, "We did not realize it was you,we just saw an old woman walking in the rain and we felt sorry for her". WOW. Yep. 50 here I come, silver heels, tight jeans, and long hair. I will be 50 and darn cute even if it kills me. You should have seen my fabulous friend and I as our waitress at the Blue Willow told us she was only 54. We thought she was 64. As we powdered our noses and put on our lipstick and asked for our Senior discount, I reassured her we looked much younger . It ended up being a fabulous day. I had a wonderful time driving Miss Daisy, I even did as any senior citizen should do and put a brownie and a lemon bar in my pocket book as we were leaving. Do not worry, I did not get to devour them as planned because I ended up giving them to my little nephew later that day.
My great escape from Sugarville has been to go to my Mom's once a week and spend the night, I have absolutely not a minute to myself here in this house so I treasure the drive and the time at Mom's. There is such comfort as soon as I walk in the door, no pressure to do a thing, just whatever I want, don't get me wrong, Sugarville, is getting better, no doubt, as I have found my way to Ross and Hobby Lobby. I got thrown a real fast ball this weekend when one of my new children informed me that she did not believe in Jesus. She explained that she believed in God and that there was a man named Jesus but that there was no way he came back from the dead or that he was the human son of our creator. Ok, God, I thought we went over the fact that I understand why I need to be here; you did not need to hit me in the head with a brick. So... God loves to do this to me, I have been saying over and over, I don't want to go to another church. Guess what??? We are looking for a church. How does that saying go?? We make plans and God laughs. When I make plans and God gets hysterical. I must be his entertainment.
I read the Amy Grant book, Mosaic. The parallels to my own life were mind boggling, her divorce, marrying her true love, the blending of a new family, struggling with prayer, dealing with loss and a friends illness. Terrific read, a keeper book. When Louise and I saw her in concert last year we both felt like she was a soul sister, well she is also turning 50 in November and she would definitely be someone I would be proud to call friend. Vince sounds so much like Michael it is scary. Good, good book.
So, this week I have learned a great deal about myself, it is ok to feel hurt and angry as long as you know to let it go at the end of the day and not let it take the sweetness out of your life. I need to be an example of faith to a child, to lead her on her path of salvation, I need to be patient and know that this may take some time. I need to rejoice in the lines coming across my face in between the freckles, because Lord knows more are from laughter and smiling than from frowning. My friend told me how blessed I am that we celebrate birthday's and have big family dinners, that she would treasure having that gift of time with her family. Never will I take it for granted again. I also learned that it is never too late to learn another persons love language. The real difficulty is wanting to learn it.
I send Evan off next week. Have been laying in bed pondering this amazing creature. Yesterday was especially hard for some reason. Then last night on Glee they played Bridge over Troubled Water, and I knew it was one of those little signs from my sweet Dad, he will be the bridge to get us through this time.
I hope each of you has a "sweet" day!!!
Love,
Suzanne Sugarbaker
As I am getting closer to the sweet age of 50, I thought I should start acting more like a Southern woman. My friend, Louise would have a problem with that since this past week I have treated her as if she turned 90 instead of 50.... I insisted on taking her to the Blue Willow for her birthday, where I also insisted she wear an elastic waistband and her orthopedic shoes with support panty hose, since for the past few years we have referred to ourselves as Thelma and Louise I advised her it was time she became Miss Daisy, to which she replied, "I guess that makes you Hoke". I think we should just go with Claree and Weezer. Anywhoo... the realization kicked in as I was stranded on Peachtree Industrial Hwy and decided to start walking , I thought I was all so cute stomping off in the rain in my little silver heels and my tight jeans, car after car whizzing by me honking horns, when my two step daughters went past me, they turned around and came back to get me and one said, "We did not realize it was you,we just saw an old woman walking in the rain and we felt sorry for her". WOW. Yep. 50 here I come, silver heels, tight jeans, and long hair. I will be 50 and darn cute even if it kills me. You should have seen my fabulous friend and I as our waitress at the Blue Willow told us she was only 54. We thought she was 64. As we powdered our noses and put on our lipstick and asked for our Senior discount, I reassured her we looked much younger . It ended up being a fabulous day. I had a wonderful time driving Miss Daisy, I even did as any senior citizen should do and put a brownie and a lemon bar in my pocket book as we were leaving. Do not worry, I did not get to devour them as planned because I ended up giving them to my little nephew later that day.
My great escape from Sugarville has been to go to my Mom's once a week and spend the night, I have absolutely not a minute to myself here in this house so I treasure the drive and the time at Mom's. There is such comfort as soon as I walk in the door, no pressure to do a thing, just whatever I want, don't get me wrong, Sugarville, is getting better, no doubt, as I have found my way to Ross and Hobby Lobby. I got thrown a real fast ball this weekend when one of my new children informed me that she did not believe in Jesus. She explained that she believed in God and that there was a man named Jesus but that there was no way he came back from the dead or that he was the human son of our creator. Ok, God, I thought we went over the fact that I understand why I need to be here; you did not need to hit me in the head with a brick. So... God loves to do this to me, I have been saying over and over, I don't want to go to another church. Guess what??? We are looking for a church. How does that saying go?? We make plans and God laughs. When I make plans and God gets hysterical. I must be his entertainment.
I read the Amy Grant book, Mosaic. The parallels to my own life were mind boggling, her divorce, marrying her true love, the blending of a new family, struggling with prayer, dealing with loss and a friends illness. Terrific read, a keeper book. When Louise and I saw her in concert last year we both felt like she was a soul sister, well she is also turning 50 in November and she would definitely be someone I would be proud to call friend. Vince sounds so much like Michael it is scary. Good, good book.
So, this week I have learned a great deal about myself, it is ok to feel hurt and angry as long as you know to let it go at the end of the day and not let it take the sweetness out of your life. I need to be an example of faith to a child, to lead her on her path of salvation, I need to be patient and know that this may take some time. I need to rejoice in the lines coming across my face in between the freckles, because Lord knows more are from laughter and smiling than from frowning. My friend told me how blessed I am that we celebrate birthday's and have big family dinners, that she would treasure having that gift of time with her family. Never will I take it for granted again. I also learned that it is never too late to learn another persons love language. The real difficulty is wanting to learn it.
I send Evan off next week. Have been laying in bed pondering this amazing creature. Yesterday was especially hard for some reason. Then last night on Glee they played Bridge over Troubled Water, and I knew it was one of those little signs from my sweet Dad, he will be the bridge to get us through this time.
I hope each of you has a "sweet" day!!!
Love,
Suzanne Sugarbaker
Bless you for posting; I can tell that much of what you write is part of your life. Many people can't seem to find the the simple joys that we are given in our daily lives. Your blog lets us enjoy at least a small part of yours. Thank You!
ReplyDeleteWow, so powerful!!!! Can't wait to see Vince and Amy and hopefully you and Michael!!!!!!
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