My Mission!

I am on a mission! I have been on this mission, I suppose all my life, but now I advertise that mission, at least for the last 5 or so years I have. But recently, I have increased the advertisement. What is that mission, you are probably wondering by now...welp it is to cure a disease that we all suffer from. One that makes our days impossible, until we are given the cure.

So, my mission is to cure grumpiness! People ask me all the time what the deal is with my car. Is it a business car, I am asked. I always simply ask them. Welp did it make you smile. And they are like, yes it did. And I say, welp that is the deal. I be on a mission to cure grumpiness, to spread a smile to others. I recently added the yellow paint to the wheels and the smileys there. And I also repainted the magnetic smileys from just yellow to more standout colors. Hickchic thinks...we have a choice to be happy or grumpy (yes, we still have a choice in this matter), so why not be happy!

My Demon

There have been several reasons why I have not posted as of late, but the most prominent one being my demon! I am a smoker, and with the recent price jump, am finding myself unable to afford the habit. I can find many reasons to smoke and many reasons not to smoke. But with the price hike, I no longer have the choice to smoke. Whatever happened to the freedom to choose. Although I am upset over this raise, I know in the long run, it will be a good thing, that I am being forced to quit. But I must say that even when I manage to defeat my demon, I still will feel that the smoker is being treated unfairly. And hickchic thinks that the smoker is treated more like a criminal now, than a US citizen with the right to choose. I am certain, that this blog will meet with some negative thoughts from my readers, and is understandable. But if smokers would just be respectful of nonsmokers, and refrain from smoking in areas where nonsmokers are exposed to secondhand smoke, I think that we could all get along. Nonsmokers are entitled to their choice as well to not be exposed to cigarette smoke. When I became pregnant with my twins, I quit smoking for 12 yrs. Then when my health issues popped up after hitting 40, I did a stupid thing and started back smoking! I know I need to quit, and I need to conquer this demon. So I have been staying very busy. And have been avoiding triggers, which one was being on the computer. Thus why I have not been on as of late. But I hate to report, I broke down yesterday and bought a pack of cigs. But the demon has not won, I will win this battle, she says, as she puffs on her cigarette. I truly believe that it is all in the mind. And once I set my mind to it, I will win. I did really good the first two days. It is that third one that always seems to get me. But perhaps that is only because in my mind, I think this and surrender to this thought. I use my mind to deal with my daily pain, so I know that I can do this...hickchic thinks....it's just a matter of mind rather than time!

The Red Bud

Awww, the beautiful Red Bud! This is my mom's favorite tree. Many years ago I transplanted some of these glorious trees on the hillside for my mom, so she could look out her family room window and gaze upon their beauty at her leisure. This is a pic of a hillside that is covered with Red Buds. I took this yesterday evening, on my way back home from town. I am hoping to get a good pic, blow it up, and frame it for my mom for Mother's Day. I wasn't satisfied with really any of the ones I took yesterday and plan in my busy day today of running my girls to school club activities, and then getting one back home in time to get dressed and ready for a military ball with her boy friend. As I pulled off the side of the road to take these pics, the neighbors across the street kept their eyes upon me, to make sure I wasn't up to no mischief. Hickchic thinks perhaps they will grow tired of watching me as I continue to stop till I get the perfect picture.

Plz vote for your favorite pic of the Red Bud. I am planning to blow one of the pics up and make a frame and give to my mother for Mother's day. Much thx for your opinions!

A Little Piece of My Earth

In honor of Earth day, I thought that I would share a little bit of my neck of the woods. Speakin of that it be bout time to go dry land fishin...The picture of the cabin is my dad's. It's our little getaway back up in the mountains. Me, my girls, and their friends love to go spend the weekend and just hoop and holler till our hearts are content, with not a soul around to hear our commotion! Hickchic thinks...there's no place like home and our glorious mountains!

My Family, When I was Little

After writing my last blog, I thought that it might be a good idea for me to tell a little family history...I have one older brother by 2 yrs and one older sister by 1 yr and 1 day. People always thought my sister and I were twins and because our birthdays were only a day apart, we always celebrated them together, usually on hers cuz it came first. Anywho my sister was the motherly one and also the cry baby. My brother was the tattletale. And my mother often referred to me as her "Joy Child". But I suppose you could say of the three of us, I was the most responsible one of the bunch. In other words, if something ever happened that we would be in trouble for, I was usually the one responsible for it. I often broke things, cuz I was a clutz. I had a unique way of turning what my parents said around till it would be alright for us to do something. Like the time we wanted to meet two of our friends half way to our house and then walk with them the rest of the way to our home. But mom said no that it was getting ready to rain and she didn't want us to get wet. So I talk my sister into goin anyways by reasoning that if it did start to rain we all could find shelter from the rain in the drain tile and we would wait the rain out there and would not get wet. It made sense to me and to my sister. And yes it did start to rain and yes we did stay in the drain tile till it quit, then we all walked to our house. Welp, it turned out mom didn't see things like I did and she sent our friends home and we received a spanking and got grounded. But because my sister was older and should of known better she always got punished worse. So, hickchic thinks....that you would of thought that my sister would of learned not to listen to me but I just had a way with making things sound reasonable.
:) smiles

I Scream for Ice Cream!

When I was in second grade, every Friday, if you had money, you could buy an ice cream after everyone finished their lunch. The cafeteria staff would ask who wanted an ice cream and then would go around to the uplifted hands of those who had money to buy an ice cream. Then take their money and they would get an ice cream. I can remember how I would watch the lucky ones eat their ice cream and drool at the mouth wishing that I too had an ice cream. After months and months of just drooling my day finally came. I ate my lunchroom food very quickly, cuz today I had money to buy an ice cream. I was so excited! I watched as others ate their food and could easily pick out those who didn't have money for an ice cream cuz they ate more slowly. That is when I got the idea, I would buy everyone who didn't have ice cream money an ice cream! Finally the moment came and there stood the cafeteria staff asking the much awaited question...Who wants ice cream today? I proudly held up my hand and when my turn came I said, "I would like an ice cream and I also want to buy everyone else who doesn't have money an ice cream as well". And at that, I handed them the blank check, I had acquired from a box in a room my parents used for storage. I was just in that room rambling, a few days before, when I came upon the checks. And I had seen my parents use these just like money, and I thought they wouldn't mind me taking just one to buy ice cream. The lunchroom lady asked, "Do your parents know that you have this"? Needless to say, I did not get ice cream, nor did the others who had no money. But what I did get was a visit to the principles office where I sat until my MOM arrived. Seems they had called her to come to the school to discuss this matter. When I took the check I really didn't think I was stealing but after the talk with the principle and my mother, I got my first lesson in stealing. I remember crying and saying I was sorry, that I just wanted an ice cream, like the others. And for the record, I never took anything ever again after that without asking cuz technically that was stealing. But after that, I did get money to buy ice cream on Fridays.
So hickchic thinks...it is better to ask and not assume, cuz you just might be stealing and that sometimes good things do come out of bad things!

:) smiles

Where's My Dinner?

I like to call this pic, "Where's My Dinner?" This is Misty Dawn, she is over a yr old now and was found a good home. I can't help but wonder bout her once in awhile and how she is doing. Anywho I love this pic and wanted to share it and feel free to have fun and share your thoughts on this pic and what you would use for a title, because hickchic thinks that would be cool to see what all my readers come up with as a title. And that is just what hickchic thinks...
:) smiles

Right and Wrong

One day while putting one of my twins girls shoes on, I asked, "Which foot is this?".
And she replied, "I don't no mommy".
And I, holding her foot and tieing the laces, said, "This is your right foot".
Then I commenced to putting the other shoe on and asked, "So which foot is this?"
She looked into my eyes with a broad smile on her face, because she knew this answer or so she thought, she said proudly, "My wrong foot!"
Of course I couldn't help but smile and tried to refrain from laughing , after all the times of me saying no that is the wrong foot when she struggled to put her shoes on the wrong feet. And perhaps what I did next might of not been the right thing to do, but she just seemed so happy that she thought she knew the answer, I said excitedly, "Yep you got it right, I'm so proud of you!" So for a long time my twin girls had a right foot and a wrong foot.
So what does hickchic think...I think that I might of made a mistake because they never have been able to grasp the concept of right and left and now that they are teens, it really comes back to bite me when they are driving the car! So parents out there, if your toodler says something really cute and you are like, "awwwww" tell them, nope your wrong and give them the right answer. But then I could always tell the girls, turn right up here, or turn wrong at the next light!

and that is just what hickchic thinks....

:) smiles

My first blog...teaching teenagers to drive

Well if you have ever taught a teenager how to drive or it is an experience that you have to look forward to then you will relate to this blog. I have teenage twin daughters. So not only do I get to teach one teenager but I get double the pleasure. Oh wait did I actually use the word pleasure, because it is anything but pleasurable. I suffer from constant pain and even though I have refused pain meds, and I know that I am getting off my topic here for just a moment, but I saw too many of my clients, who were seeing me for depression because of their pain and loss of their jobs, get hooked on pain meds and they just increased their problems. OK now back to driving. But teaching teenage girls to drive makes you want pain meds, because one, like most greenhorn drivers, when you say break, this is translated into...slam foot now on peddle, which leads to a whiplash like motion, and with multiple ruptured and bulging discs in your neck is not a motion you want to indure. Two, some of the questions they have asked me are just scary. Like which is the brake and which is the gas?...and to ask it every time they get in the car to drive is just scary. Or when do you know when to turn the wheel in a curve? This is just some of the questions they ask. Then the one daughter after a coal truck going in the other direction comes towards our car shouts OMG, which is followed by another coal truck. At which point she applies the brake, again with the whiplash. And when the third one approaches, we are now stopped in the middle of the road until it has safely passed us. And the way they sway back and forth is like being in one of those 3D movie theaters. And those bars that you find in cars to hold onto, that I refer to as "oh shit bars"...well mine has a permanent hand print in it now. For awhile after they got their permits, I couldn't get them to drive cause they scared themselves to death. Luckily though I have to say our car is very visible because it is a bright yellow, Ford Escape covered in smiley faces, and that's another blog for another time. But I do believe that just the color of the car has saved our lives more than once. I can just see the people in the other cars saying, "OMG, that car is all over the place, they must be drunk", which is followed by a lot of space being put between us and them...can just hear the wife saying, "Oh, don't get too close Henry!" And those that are approaching us in the other direction tend to start hugging the edge of the road for the yellow car that keeps goin over the center line. Oh and they are so easily distracted too. Gotta watch them on that. One of the girls was driving and saw a horse and was like look a horse. Needless to say I was hollering forget the horse look at the road. So if this first blog is all you ever hear from me again...you will know I took the girls driving again and it didn't end well. But I do believe I will survive this ordeal and have some really memorable stories to tell from the experience and that's just what hickchic thinks...