Old Bloggers

 Spending a lazy Sunday afternoon, so decided to peek thru some of the old bloggers that I used to follow.  It seems like everyone dropped blogging around 2016.  I guess thats when social media became the "thing"  Many of these folks like myself had blogged for 10 plus years.  I chuckle at one that I followed many years ago, a ranchers wife from Oklahoma.  Does the name Pioneer Woman ring a bell?  She had a little cooking blog back then and now she is a mega star with her own show and a full line of cookware sold in every Walmart, (BTW most made in China)  

But I wonder what became of the other folks.  One other site was called Half Naked Thursday.  Folks would post a tiny bit of skin, like a body piercing or bare belly,  just enough to be feeling risque.  LOL  Seems very mild compared to today.  

I also read back on some of my relatives that had blogs and stopped them.  One sister has passed away now but her blog will live on forever.  Hey I guess mine will to, but not sure anyone reads it.  

I have made a commitment to keep mine going.  A lot has gone on since I sort of quit myself a number of years ago.  I have made attempts to start up but then a year or more would go by.  I have my big brother coming to visit from NC next week, then we are packing up and headed to our vacation home in Texas.  That will have to be stuff for another day.  

Thought for the day :: If a turtle doesn't have a shell is he homeless or naked??

I painted this on the corner of a sign for my weaving studio.  

I AM

 

I copied this from this blog that I did back in 2006 and it sort of felt like something I wanted to share again. 

Have you ever thought about what it is that makes us who we are? I mean really what is IT? You see people born into the same family that turn out so different. Why?
Is it Nature or Nurture? Is it the genes, DNA, that we inherit or the influence of how you are raised, combined with exposure to outside factors that mold us? I guess I tend to think it is a mix of both, but then I like to throw in the free choice that we have going for us. And what about predestination, I still believe that we chose the paths that we follow. I think that explains why some of us have such hard lives and some have easy times. There is Karma thrown in there. So this is a long explanation for why I am going to post this thing that I wrote over a year ago and had posted on my old blog site. I liked it then and still like it. I would love to see other think of what it is that makes them who they are and write something similar. Thanks for listening....

I am me.

I am the little girl collecting McCall paper dolls.

I am the tears cried as mom read Lassie and Big Red to us by kerosene lamp.

I am the kid who caught grasshoppers to feed to the chickens.

I am a country girl first and always.

I am the 16 year old who ran crying in the rain when my first love moved away.

I am the 12 year old who got an ear jerked as punishment by a father who never once spanked me.

I am an old farm house made of brick with huge pine trees in the yard and a big apricot tree.

I am the girl who's best friend was a little brother.

I am home canned green beans.

I am the teenager who locked herself in the bathroom so Mom couldn't hit me with the yard stick.

I am the smell and taste of moms raised doughnuts rolled in sugar.

I am the high school drop out.

I am the 17 year old being married far to soon.

I am the nursing student who worked every weekend for gas money to get to class.

I am the nursing grad who was 2nd in her class at age 27.

I am the first baby I delivered with my own hands.

I am bleach blond hair.

I am the mother of 2 babies of my own.

I am the child who played in the pond and haymow for fun.

I am the smell of cows breath, while sitting in the hay bunk while they ate.

I am the woman who's heart has been broken, to be mended again and again.

I am music that makes me feel melancholy.

I am books that make me think of all the possibilities.

I am the keeper of the secrets.

I am a grandmother.

I am the seeker of spiritual truth.

I am a blogger.