That's chicken talk for 'I'm Back!', just in case you didn't know what B'Gak meant.
Back in the cornfields.
Back in the flock.
I made the trip in record time. 8.75 hours. I only allow myself one stop. You know...since I've been blogging, I'm realizing how incredibly weird I am.
When I pulled in the driveway, Glenco was out in the yard to welcome me home. The chickens heard my voice and came RUNNING. I've never seen them run so fast. They surrounded me.
Oh how big and pretty they looked. They genuinely seemed happy to see me!
Have you ever been scolded by a chicken? It's not fun. Scooter followed me back to the house, while the other girls enjoyed the cracked corn I gave them. When I got to the back door, and Scooter was still sitting there, I bent down and picked her up. I swear I wish I had an audio of her. She was clucking and bawking up a storm. I know she was scolding me for leaving her! I could hear "What do you think you are doing being gone so long? Do you realize how I've been mistreated? Stubs is still giving me wet willies, and Fifi won't let me near the water!" I just nodded and said 'Oh my, I see, I'm so sorry". This chicken needs me. I love it.
You can't ever tell me again that chickens aren't intelligent.
So, I'm back.
Back to my apron, my clothes on the line, my kitties (yes, I'm keeping that little one, that makes four), back to my bread baking, cooking and home schooling.
The power of the apron.
All I can say is 'apron up girls'. Apron up. I love being a woman of the apron. I would say it's a calling. I have much, much more to say about that...but it's for another post.
I'll finish this up by showing you the reasons I love Missouri. It's a VERY long drawn out story of how family ended up in Missouri, I'll spare you that, but show you these pics.
My cousin Jim. I love you. Even after dragging me to a football game in a downpour. I actually had fun. I'll never admit that to your face though, and continue to hold the date 10-29-09 over your head for eternity.
Trevor Keckler. I love you too. You are growing up to be such a fine, wonderful young man. Your dad is so proud of you. Thanks for holding that umbrella over me for two hours, and helping me out of the bleachers.
Zack Keckler. Love you too dude. You are so, so much fun.
This is my oldest sister Vivian. She lives in an assisted living program. She is mentally handicapped. She is HYSTERICAL. I get such a kick out of this girl. She is a survivor on so many levels. She's survived Stage Four vaginal cancer that spread into her colon. I'll have to do a blog post about her one day, soooooo many funny stories.
I love you Vivvie.
This is the Arnhart Cemetery in East Purdy, Missouri where my mom, dad, uncle and aunt are buried. It's a nice little quiet spot at the end of country road.
My mom's birthday is coming up. Oh how I miss my mother. I continue to learn life lessons from her. I can't wait to see her again. I wish I knew her better here on earth. She was one in a million.
I love you mom.
My beloved Aunt Jean is here. I'm still a little miffed at her for up and leaving me with no warning. I'll fuss at her when I see her next, much like Scooter fussed at me yesterday. I needed her the way Scooter needs me. The love I have for Momma Jean is inexplicable.
I love you Aunt Jean.
My dad is there. My dad was a real character. He liked to laugh, and was able to make me laugh a lot. He suffered so much. Mentally and physically. I'm happy he's at rest now.
When I think of my dad now, I mainly feel sadness.
I love you Dad.
Perhaps now you'll understand why Missouri is like home to me.
If your parents are alive, and you can go visit them, count yourself to be very blessed. If you've any issues with them, put them aside, make reconciliation, go....love them. If you can go 'home', go. It feels weird when you can't anymore.
As always friends, it's so nice sharing my little corner of the world with you. I have a little uterine surgery tomorrow, so I'll be down a couple of days. I plan to get caught up on the emails you've sent, and read your blogs and comment as well~! If you can, think of me tomorrow morning about 9:30....
Jayme, I am glad you went and came back safely and you had a wonderful time. That makes the drive worth it.ReplyDelete
You are so right about not having parents..I'd give so much at times to just spend 5 min. with my Mom and my favorite Aunt Ethel who was like a Mom to me as well. I know my Tim is in good hands and that makes it all bearable for me. Rho taught me that!
I don't think I could of done the football game in the rain when I can't stand it in my living room. :)
I was missing you along with your little flock of chickens so I understand the scolding you got from Scooter.
I will cover you in prayer in the a.m....glad you're home! Linda
What fun to meet some of your peeps!ReplyDelete
And I couldn't agree more - Apron UP!
Glad you made it back in one piece! B'gak! I miss those clever little calls so much! I enjoyed meeting your MO people and hearing a little about your roots. Vivvie is adorable! Be thinkin' about ya tomorrow. -Tammy p.s. we know peeps in Purdy. didn't even know there was an 'East Purdy.'ReplyDelete
What a beautiful post Jayme. And I love your new header. "Apron Up". I'm going to say that every morning now to get myself going.ReplyDelete
Your sister is precious and I love her name.
I'm so sorry about your surgery, but I really hope it makes you feel better. Keep us updated when you can.
B'rack! from me too! I miss my mom every day too! My Mom died of cancer at 54. I am lucky to still have my Dad and a wonderful Step-mom.
I will say a prayer for you!
It brought tears to my eyes to read again of your parents. I adored your father. He and I always gave each other such a hard time (in a fun, teasing way)...ReplyDelete
Do you remember when Glenda took the car out in the middle of the night? She was stopped with no driver's license and hauled down to the police station. Your poor dad had to take the CTA to retrieve both Glenda and the car. As I recall your dad had an intestinal flu... (I'll go no further here, except to say, he needed to change his pants when he returned home..)
Friday's must have been your parent's 'night', as I remember on several occasions the excitement in his voice as he declared in that slow, southern drawl, "Me and Rena are going DANCIN' tonight!"
How about, "Rena. Got any (I think it was Pepsi)? Bull's thirsty!"
So many more in my memory banks... I loved them. You are so lucky to have had them as parents. I always envied Cindy because of your folks. They were so tolerant and wise.
Thanks for the pic of Viv. I've really wondered about her many times over the years. She still has that impish look in her eyes. She's a pistol! God bless her!
Okay. Enough for now. Let me know when you've mended from your surgery. Email me your address and I'll mail you some freshly roasted coffee before I leave for Vegas on Saturday.
Glad you are home! :) Hugs and prayers for your surgery! Yes, APRON UP! Love it! :)ReplyDelete
Hi Jayme! I'm so glad your back. I know what it's like to lose a parent. My father died three years ago and I miss him dearly.It always feels good to come home after a trip even if you have a great time. As long as you have wonderful memories of your family they never really leave you. I will be praying for you tomorrow. God bless.ReplyDelete
A very lovely post, Jayme. I about fell over when I saw the picture of Zack!! It's been 2 years since I've seen him and WOW, has he GROWN UP! Yowza!ReplyDelete
Apron up! That's wonderful.ReplyDelete
So good to have you home. Me and the chickens sure did miss ya. It sounds like a wonderful time was had by all. Good luck this morning.
Hope your surgery goes well, make sure to take it easy afterward.ReplyDelete
Apron up, great slogan!
What a wonderful post! I laughed at some points, got tears at others. I love "Apron Up!" Welcome back and hope all goes smoothly surgically.ReplyDelete
I did call a couple of times and kept missing you. Sooooo glad your home. Loved the blog. Can we hook the football nephew up with Tay? That'll work. Then you can be her aunt too as if your not already. I'm praying for you. It's not even 8am and I have lifted you up several times this a.m. and will continue. Call me when you have the strength and I'll come over, let me know if I can do anything. I don't have an apron yet but will work on it. hugs and kisses.
Good morning from Seattle. It's not raining!! I read quite a few blogs every day, but my favorites are 3 from the Heartland, and yours is one of them. I wish you'd have posted a tissue warning at the beginning, since I had to get up and find one after reading.ReplyDelete
I'm glad you had such a good trip. Thanks for the reminder to cherish those that are still with us.
I'm with you on the whole apron thing. I couldn't function without mine.
Will definitely be thinking of you tomorrow, and for once in yur life, try to rest afterwards, would ya!ReplyDelete
Glad you liked Missouri. I "guess" I like it too. :) Mostly because the sun has shone since Saturday. Remember the rain??ReplyDelete
You are so right on -about putting hard feelings aside with folks. If you can do it -then do it.
Praying on your uterine thing. Not actually on it just about it...that sounded weird.
Hope your surgery went well! When you're better, stop by my blog, there's an award for you, Just to let you know how much I enjoy reading your blog! Would love to read a post about your beautiful sister, my mentally impaired son also had cancer.ReplyDelete
Just stumbled upon your blog, Love it... This is one I will have to visit often, therefore, will be adding your to my list.ReplyDelete
Come by for a visit sometime, we'd be happy to have you.