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Homesick-
I haven't been home since Christmas. I haven't talked to my father, grandparents, brother, sister or mom nearly enough. Talking is not enough. Talking is not the silly facial expression that mom makes when she is trying to figure something out (like where she left her glasses when they are there on top of her head), it is not the long walks through the woods with dad during rain storms, it's not singing praise with my brother, it's not long talks with my seester.
Talking can not match the time that we told mom that we had, as children, convinced my brother that someone did really have to be inside of the snow man, and it was his turn. I am not sure where we got our story making abilities... I still have dreams of the fire walking people, though I would rather think of rainbow land!
Talking can not match my sisters determination to be "outdoorsy" like my father and myself which had her donning her most outdoorsy pair of shoes on hand, flip flops, only to get stuck in the mud. Talking can not match the sight of my dad coming to her rescue, dragging a practically FULL sized fallen tree to drop in the path to save her!
Talking can not match getting together with my brother and a group of his friends together so that his wife and I can kick all of the boys in the rump at Cranium!!! (Yes we did win!!!) Oh yes and that's right, talking can not match "STOP! Signing! STOP! Signing!"lol
BUT... Sandy's impression of a seal most certainly can! ;)
Talking can not match the shortness of my grandma, because no jokes are as amusing as snatching up any item of interest to dangle above her head ever so slightly out of reach and no joke is nearly as dramatic as dropping down onto her shag carpet before her or looking off over the top of her head to call, "Grandma are you there?!?"
Talking can never ever match, describe, catch, or in any other way contain the irradic and gyrating movements that are my grandfather's indescribable dancing abilities. :)
Talking can not describe time spent with my sister, talking about life meaning and purpose, most of which manage to involve her sniffing dog-cat. Although if it could, I am pretty sure that it would be in spanish! Ci! Ci! ;)
Talking also can not match our lovely turkey dinner together and her inability to adhere to my warning that I would indeed taint the squash with cinamin if given the chance, my bad. It also can not match the notice we took of her boyfriend heading back for a late evening second plate.... of RIBS?!?!
Talking can not match my sister with a sweater wrapped around her head or my best friend with her hand on my sisters belt holding her from her freedom to run off and hug the trees... "Pretty floooOOooower!?!"
Talking can not match my grandma Burtner commenting that grandpa doesn't here so well so he must have missed what she just said, and his response of "Some times it's good to have a hearing aide..."
Talking can not match my grandpa Burtner speaking grace, folding his hard working, earth tending hands and starting off "dear heavenly Father we ask that you bless..." the most humble of blessings.
Talking can not match my grandma Burtner, her large warm smile and big hugs.
Talking can not match my dad owning that RACE/COLLISION game where you rake up the points for the amount ($$$) of damage done in each scenario... it left me giggling for several week after returning when stuck in LA traffic!
Talking can not match my dad playing guitar, singing us a song, or donning a "glow-in-the-dark" bracelet at church!
Talking can not match my mom dancing around to music, swapping off cds with me, backing home made lasagne, or our late night talks. (Especially when it is just us listening and she talks in her sleep!)
Talking can not match the house full of charming chaos that is my extended family: the bugliness, bill/ ted/ pips, chuka hidding down a hallways and killing all numbers and sorts of people, chris with his big stick, "boogies" on the play ground(no grandma and grandpa... not "boogie nights" the movie, I still can't believe you saw that flick!), our own homemade parades that people honked to recognize (in LA I believe that means fear by the way... lol)
Our feasts on old movie lines, show tunes, parodies... or grandma adding in to our own impromtu band
"Who me? I don't know what you're doin'!" "Who me? I don't know what you're doin'!" (In chorus now:) "Who me? I don't know what you're doin'!". It can't compare to funny hats, home knit booties, funny names, faces and gestures, rubber chickens burried, wrapped, delievered or to plaster turkeys donning diapers or taped to trucks...
More than anything, talking can not match hugs. Mom and dad hugs, seester and brother hugs. Grandma and grandpa hugs, mutant family hugs....
Yep, I am dearly missing home. I hate to say it but October can't come quick enough.
I could go on with that list forever... Simpley put, talking can not match time spent together.... time in arms reach where you can grab and hug the person. (But please refrain from licking the forehead!) If you are able to be that close to someone you love, remember today to count yourself lucky!
Here's to all those great hugs! To sing alongs and home made songs, to rainy waterfall walks, to dancing the night away or chatting it up! To praise and wonderful music for it!!! To Cranium, to Guesstures, to a blind man fumbling around for hours! To the basement with all of the dress ups, to the cousins with all of the crack ups! To raisin sauce, to bulls eyes, to home made lasagne, old school mac and cheese, another serving of dad's chocolate syrup PLEASE! To little tastes of home from the fudgies causing dimples to grandma's tastey "nipples"!!!
DISCLAIMER:
If you are a YOUNGER cousin, please remember that the term "grandma's nipples" is not a common term used by all of you other friends to denote a tastey sugar plum treat (believe it or not). So, to save yourself from facing great embarasement, again... please refrain from using the phrase "Hey this tastes just like my grandma's nipples!" while at Bible school... or really while ANYWHERE out in public. ;)
DISCLAIMER: The term "grandma's nipples" does in fact denote a tastey dessert and does not have anything at all to do with my grandma's nipples... I hope. ;)
I haven't been home since Christmas. I haven't talked to my father, grandparents, brother, sister or mom nearly enough. Talking is not enough. Talking is not the silly facial expression that mom makes when she is trying to figure something out (like where she left her glasses when they are there on top of her head), it is not the long walks through the woods with dad during rain storms, it's not singing praise with my brother, it's not long talks with my seester.
Talking can not match the time that we told mom that we had, as children, convinced my brother that someone did really have to be inside of the snow man, and it was his turn. I am not sure where we got our story making abilities... I still have dreams of the fire walking people, though I would rather think of rainbow land!
Talking can not match my sisters determination to be "outdoorsy" like my father and myself which had her donning her most outdoorsy pair of shoes on hand, flip flops, only to get stuck in the mud. Talking can not match the sight of my dad coming to her rescue, dragging a practically FULL sized fallen tree to drop in the path to save her!
Talking can not match getting together with my brother and a group of his friends together so that his wife and I can kick all of the boys in the rump at Cranium!!! (Yes we did win!!!) Oh yes and that's right, talking can not match "STOP! Signing! STOP! Signing!"lol
BUT... Sandy's impression of a seal most certainly can! ;)
Talking can not match the shortness of my grandma, because no jokes are as amusing as snatching up any item of interest to dangle above her head ever so slightly out of reach and no joke is nearly as dramatic as dropping down onto her shag carpet before her or looking off over the top of her head to call, "Grandma are you there?!?"
Talking can never ever match, describe, catch, or in any other way contain the irradic and gyrating movements that are my grandfather's indescribable dancing abilities. :)
Talking can not describe time spent with my sister, talking about life meaning and purpose, most of which manage to involve her sniffing dog-cat. Although if it could, I am pretty sure that it would be in spanish! Ci! Ci! ;)
Talking also can not match our lovely turkey dinner together and her inability to adhere to my warning that I would indeed taint the squash with cinamin if given the chance, my bad. It also can not match the notice we took of her boyfriend heading back for a late evening second plate.... of RIBS?!?!
Talking can not match my sister with a sweater wrapped around her head or my best friend with her hand on my sisters belt holding her from her freedom to run off and hug the trees... "Pretty floooOOooower!?!"
Talking can not match my grandma Burtner commenting that grandpa doesn't here so well so he must have missed what she just said, and his response of "Some times it's good to have a hearing aide..."
Talking can not match my grandpa Burtner speaking grace, folding his hard working, earth tending hands and starting off "dear heavenly Father we ask that you bless..." the most humble of blessings.
Talking can not match my grandma Burtner, her large warm smile and big hugs.
Talking can not match my dad owning that RACE/COLLISION game where you rake up the points for the amount ($$$) of damage done in each scenario... it left me giggling for several week after returning when stuck in LA traffic!
Talking can not match my dad playing guitar, singing us a song, or donning a "glow-in-the-dark" bracelet at church!
Talking can not match my mom dancing around to music, swapping off cds with me, backing home made lasagne, or our late night talks. (Especially when it is just us listening and she talks in her sleep!)
Talking can not match the house full of charming chaos that is my extended family: the bugliness, bill/ ted/ pips, chuka hidding down a hallways and killing all numbers and sorts of people, chris with his big stick, "boogies" on the play ground(no grandma and grandpa... not "boogie nights" the movie, I still can't believe you saw that flick!), our own homemade parades that people honked to recognize (in LA I believe that means fear by the way... lol)
Our feasts on old movie lines, show tunes, parodies... or grandma adding in to our own impromtu band
"Who me? I don't know what you're doin'!" "Who me? I don't know what you're doin'!" (In chorus now:) "Who me? I don't know what you're doin'!". It can't compare to funny hats, home knit booties, funny names, faces and gestures, rubber chickens burried, wrapped, delievered or to plaster turkeys donning diapers or taped to trucks...
More than anything, talking can not match hugs. Mom and dad hugs, seester and brother hugs. Grandma and grandpa hugs, mutant family hugs....
Yep, I am dearly missing home. I hate to say it but October can't come quick enough.
I could go on with that list forever... Simpley put, talking can not match time spent together.... time in arms reach where you can grab and hug the person. (But please refrain from licking the forehead!) If you are able to be that close to someone you love, remember today to count yourself lucky!
Here's to all those great hugs! To sing alongs and home made songs, to rainy waterfall walks, to dancing the night away or chatting it up! To praise and wonderful music for it!!! To Cranium, to Guesstures, to a blind man fumbling around for hours! To the basement with all of the dress ups, to the cousins with all of the crack ups! To raisin sauce, to bulls eyes, to home made lasagne, old school mac and cheese, another serving of dad's chocolate syrup PLEASE! To little tastes of home from the fudgies causing dimples to grandma's tastey "nipples"!!!
DISCLAIMER:
If you are a YOUNGER cousin, please remember that the term "grandma's nipples" is not a common term used by all of you other friends to denote a tastey sugar plum treat (believe it or not). So, to save yourself from facing great embarasement, again... please refrain from using the phrase "Hey this tastes just like my grandma's nipples!" while at Bible school... or really while ANYWHERE out in public. ;)
DISCLAIMER: The term "grandma's nipples" does in fact denote a tastey dessert and does not have anything at all to do with my grandma's nipples... I hope. ;)