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No Denial

Not sure where to start after about a month and a half of silence. I won’t deny that I have been out of the loop in many ways for various reasons. While I’m driving during the day, so much is on my mind and some of it takes me on a journey of wonderment. 


I look at the positives that are in my life but the things that go wrong, often overshadow any good that surfaces. I won’t crawl into a shell and become nonexistent or downtrodden, but I do have a tendency to get quiet.

Many of you know that I lost my oldest brother to prostate cancer a couple of years ago. My second oldest brother lost his battle in the same way this past February. I think about my mom and how hard this must be for her losing her two oldest in this way. I have been remembering things my brother Ray (recently past) had talked to me about over the years. One thing comes to mind that we both wished we could have done, but the funds just wasn’t there. I think I was about 17 maybe 18 years old and he said that the price of gasoline was going to rise drastically in the future. At that time, it was unheard of. We were enjoying gas prices well under a dollar per gallon, cigarettes were also less that a dollar a pack. He said that if I could, to put money into oil stock…that was good advice I didn’t or couldn’t follow up on.

Even though I didn’t talk to my brothers on a regular basis while they were here, I do miss them.

There have been other issues that have taken their toll on my mind and I do feel drained emotionally.

Attempts at getting back to a regular routine has proven to be difficult for me, but it will happen. I look to God for strength and endurance….I can’t do it without Him. 

Here’s to moving on and hanging tough.


    

    

One More Please

Hi everyone if you would like to see today’s post, click one more please…here at WhatrUWorkinOn.com 


Thank you,


Reggie

I Couldn’t Forget You Ava

If I’m not mistaken, I haven’t highlighted Ava in any of my posts. Yes she has been included as a group or pair and yes I have pictures of her by herself, but she doesn’t have her own post.

So Ava my sweet….this one is for you.

Ava will be 5 this month and like the other two, seems to be older than she is. She’s taking ballet lessons and from what I hear she absolutely loves it.

Ava is the second of three Grands. She has this cute little girlie voice that matches the ballerina in her and a very high pitch screech that pierces every nerve within you when she is playing. 

She is really meticulous when she gets into doing things sometimes and that’s when the tongue comes out. She was doing this before she she could walk and talk. Sometimes it takes her awhile to get things done and it’s not because she doesn’t want to get it done, but she wants it done right….perfect could be a good way to describe it.




It looks like Ava is going to be the neater one between the two girls. Here she is putting the puzzle pieces back in the bag…without being told to do so. She handed the bag to me when she was finished and went on to play something else.

Ava my sweet, sorry it took so long to get ya featured but I hope you like it.

Wheeeeee!!!!!


TheRegMystr

I Have Sons Too

There have been so many events that have taken our breath way over time…far too many. And this latest concerning the death of young Trayvon Martin is beyond shocking to put it politely. 


When I saw the first picture of Trayvon, my first thought was how young he looked for his age and second how small his body frame was. A few hours ago, Trayvon’s parents were being interviewed on TV…sorry don’t remember with who…and his father described what the police told him…after showing him a picture of his dead son…concerning the events that lead to the death of his son.


He was told that after Zimmerman, the security guard who was told by the police not to follow the guy, met up with Trayvon and after a scuffle, Trayvon was “straddled over Zimmerman with his hand over Zimmerman’s mouth“. Then Zimmerman was able to draw his weapon and fire one shot…”Trayvon put his hands in the air and said ‘you got me’ “, and fell back…dead or dying. Shot by someone who shouldn’t have been there.


What was it that made Zimmerman want to pursue after Trayvon when he as clearly told not to. Why didn’t that same instinct or whatever drove Zimmerman to the point of contact….upon that contact, without even knowing his true age, say to himself…even without gut instinct…say to himself….this is just a kid. Even if Trayvon had said something undesirable to Zimmerman….Trayvon looks like a kid and should have been handled accordingly. But apparently, Zimmerman never caught that.


It is a travesty when we are profiled/judged because of what we wear or how we look. Now I’ll be the first to tell you that I’m not big on the pants around the ankles and waddling like a duck when you walk, but I do know that what I see is not necessarily the person. I like to wear a hoodie but don’t usually wear the hood unless I’m shielding myself from the cold. 


Why am I all of a sudden on a tandem about anything? I have had changes in the past couple of months and just these past few weeks have been even more changes….then this happens….it struck a nerve. It happened at a time when I can no longer be silent.  


There was a moment in time, when someone didn’t listen, and a young Trayvon Martin was shot and died. 


I have sons too… 

  

Bedtime Stories

From time to once upon a time
The stars in the sky they do rhyme 


And the twinkle in the eyes also match
In ears of those that do catch


The sound of words from paper books
Telling stories ’bout nooks n brooks


It is joyous for sure from sea
To the the tallest ever tree


How they love as it’s time for bed
On puffy pillows they lay their head






Mr Fix-it

I had featured this mini rocker on Memories & Magic January 5th of this year.
Well, one day Ave strolls into what use to be my ManCave and says PeePaw, I need you to fix my chair for me…I think I was too heavy for it.  

After surveying the damage, I decided to remove the long staples that supported the seat before.





It was obvious to me at this point I was not using the same type of fasteners to support the seat. 



So my choice was to use these small
nails with a twist.

It was really an easy fix, but the look on her face made it even more satisfying.


#whatruworkinon

Why?

The past few days I have been doing some T-shirt designs and I have come to realize that I like my older software more that I like the new. What I miss more is the artwork. The new one is good and loaded with clip art. 

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 I’m not gonna get this finished….

When I got home from work, DaddyCharles was on his way to the hospital with Ava because of her breathing. A friend of MahoganyMama not long ago, came  by to take her and Kiah and Samuel because they too were having trouble breathing. 

It takes me back to when Darcel (MahoganyMama) was their age and TheWife and I did what they are now doing. I’m sure they wish the Grands could have been spared the anguish they go through, but they know the important thing is to see that they get the treatments needed.

It’s gonna be a long night for them…. 

Part of My Sunday

Trying to get a handle on things…my life in general…can be an exhausting experience. I feel as if I am just beginning to come to a part of the road that is somewhat comfortable.


I can’t deny that I have been struggling within. The emotional strain had been almost unbearable. Trying to cope as the saying goes. 


There are things about my blog I miss that I need to get back into. Not having as much time on my hands that I used to is a problem but not the total reason for my absence of late. By my absence, I mean some of the things I miss blogging about. 


So one of my goals is to change that….and I’ll begin here…


I spent some time outside with the grandkids this afternoon, and tossed the ball around with Kiah for a few minutes. Then it was on to paint…

This is the beginning of a masterpiece…


Ava and Kiah

It didn’t take long for this to disappear…

This is only a shadow of what they can become.

I look forward to many more masterpieces like these to be created.

Darcel and Samuel














                               


                              Reg

                                                                      

I know my kids have what it takes to succeed and I am proud of what they have accomplished thus far.


I am a believer in a bright future. Also knowing that hard work and discipline is a key. If I do that (discipline), I see a bright future. 


 

Year End 2010

Another year is about to come to an end. So much has transpired this past year and some things will carry over into the new year.


The birth of my grandson…that was special.


I created and designed The Bottomless Heart, a project that will carry over into the new year.


My wife and my son have moved here to be with us…and they brought a foot of snow with them.

I really don’t want to do a year in review…just wanted to mention a few highlights.


I would like to thank all of you for taking the time to stop by and read. Sure I could write without having one post read by anyone other than me, but you make it special.

Thank you so much



I’m looking for good things to happen in 2011…I hope you come along for the journey. 


I will be working more on my website, watching my grandchildren grow, starting new projects and fixing broke stuff.

So in the coming year, my question to you is…




Wishing all of you a safe and Happy New Year

It’s Priceless

I’m not sure where to begin…I’ve started this thing four times already. 


The drive…the friends…the aches and pains…or the need for more sleep.


Well, Reg and I got the majority of the truck loaded Saturday night. There were just the last minute items that seemed to take forever to finish on Sunday.


Sunday morning we all head off to church. New Life Worship Center.  It had been…oh gosh…I believe at least five years since we were all there together.  


It was as if we had never left.


There were some people in the church who knew we were coming that morning and we figured the word had gotten out, but to our surprise, the ones who knew must have kept it to themselves. The look on the faces as we walked in were priceless…really priceless. As we began to find a place to sit, we were greeted with handshakes and hugs. 


As I sat in the pew, listening to the singing, memories began to flood my mind with the moments I had enjoyed when we attended…the worship, the fellowship…that too is priceless.


 It still has that at home feel to it. It was really nice to catch up with what’s going on in the lives of those you haven’t seen in years. They were having their Christmas program and a dinner afterward.


The girls had a ball playing with the other kids. I couldn’t believe how those kids I remember had all grown up. Sure I’ve seen pictures on Facebook, but it’s not the same as up close and personal. Unforgettable moments.

After we had finished saying our goodbyes and all, it was time to head back to the apartment to finish packing the loose ends. Darcel went back out to get her last minute visits in. 

By now, it’s later than we had planned to leave, but we are ready for Clarice and Reg to leave Dayton to begin a new life in Virginia Beach. We made good time while the kids were asleep, but once they began to wake, we lost all of that time. That was to be expected, but still very tiring.

I was supposed to return to work on Tuesday, but due to the later time of arrival, we had to put off unloading the truck until…Tuesday…so I had called off work. I knew I had put my fellow workers in a bind, but I really had no choice because the truck had to be returned on Wednesday. 

Again, it was Reg and I who unloaded the truck. I was beat tired…as was Reg, but we kept on going. While we were unloading the truck, I had stopped to check a load of clothes in the dryer…it’s second time around and the clothes were still damp. I knew something wasn’t right so I had to take the time to see what the problem was. 

The lint trap was clogged beyond the filter. I wanted to take the cover off to remove the excess lint, but it had tamper resistant screws which I had no tool for. So I get a hanger and a flashlight to remove the lint…piece by piece. I wanted to use the vac, but the attachment was too big to fit into the opening. I had some tubing in my room and I cut a section and fit it into the wand attachment and taped it so I could suction what I could. It was a very slow process but it worked…all the while, Reg is still unloading what he can without me. 

I get it to the point where the dryer is working much better, but I know I will need to go deeper into the cleaning process of the vent hose. A project for later.

I honestly don’t know how we managed to stay on our feet through it all. 

The truck was returned late Tuesday night. 

I returned to work on Wednesday dog tired. I was literally exhausted while working but I pushed through. I get home from work and after awhile, I realize I HAVE to lay down. I woke up around 7:30 or so and went back to sleep. I wake again, it’s almost 10:00, so I decide to just go to bed for the night. 

I didn’t start feeling rested until yesterday. 

Now I turn your attention to what it’s like with Clarice and Reg here. Surprisingly, the atmosphere is upbeat.  Again, it’s as if we haven’t skipped a beat. Clarice and Reg are getting to know the kids and vise versa. Clarice is MaMaw to the girls and Reg is uncle R. Samuel while were in Dayton had issues with Clarice at first, but that changed towards the end. Clarice told me that Nakiah said MaMaw was gone for a long time. Nakiah was 3 years old when they last saw each other.

What I like about all of this?…even though Clarice and I are not the couple we once were, we are all still family and this household feels that…again…priceless.

Once Charles and Darcel get their own place, it will be different without the kids. I’m so used to them being here all the time…but they will be near.

Is this just what the doctor ordered? I’m not sure, but I do know… 

Having everyone here is…you guessed it…priceless.    


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