Here is a more abbreviated part 2 of my Murdo Makeover. When you operate in live mode, which I always try to do, sometimes things don ‘t turn out exactly as you envision them. There is always a plan B.
I still have makeup and wardrobe to go, but I still need to lose 6 pounds which will be a miracle since I always gain ten at the mere suggestion of a pending reunion.
I haven’t forgotten that I have a big upcoming announcement. I have to make a phone call first and enlist some help to pull my plan off. It has to do with the future of Murdo Girl…last hint.
Warning: This post may or may not have been rejected by some social media due to the length of the instructional video. Please feel free to FF through any parts you feel are not helpful to your overall learning experience. People learn at different paces.
The maker of this video is not yet well versed in splitting the production into clips and increasing the speed while muting the sound.
A few weeks ago, you won a Gallant Heart Media contest. You gifted me with your prize and said you wanted me to use it for me. When I was talking with my sweet niece, Erin Francis, who is the creator of everything having to do with gallantheartmedia.com, I remembered that you had a birthday coming up on April 2nd. It seemed the perfect time to let you know how grateful I am for your friendship.
Erin was more than happy to work with me to make Pat’s song exactly what I would create for you if I could write and record music and of course, sing. I think it’s beautiful just like you are. You have always been there for me and supported me in every weird thing I do. There is no one more special than you. I hope you enjoy your song.
P.S. after I heard the song, I decided I also wanted you to have the T shirt. It will be here in a few days.
Love you,
Mary
I wanted to put a small excerpt of your song on the blog as a birthday surprise. It is a personal gift from me so I will give the entire song toyou, only…
(I love the two pictures on the cover. I think your son, Jeff originally posted them on FB.)
I drove to Dallas yesterday to get Kip who was in the hospital overnight following his back surgery, which by the way went very well. He’ll need time to heal the wounds and some physical therapy, but the surgery which included the repair of a herniated disc, should take care of the extreme pain he was experiencing.
My first concern was driving him home. When I was leaving his room Monday evening, he said, “DON’T WRECK MY JEEP!” He drives a Jeep Cherokee and he wants it to stay in one piece. The crew at the nurse’s station heard him and burst out laughing.
Seriously, I was so afraid to drive him home, the thought went through my mind that if he knew how afraid I was to drive in the Dallas traffic, he wouldn’t ride with me. I was afraid to ride with me. But I did it, we made it, and he didn’t even complain. Of course he was feeling no pain, if you know what I mean.
So, we are now on day 3 and everything is going fine. The first day everything was please and thank you, of course I don’t mind, and do you need anything else? The first day was, I’m so sorry you have to do all of this. You are having to work so hard, and don’t be silly, you don’t have to thank me. I’m happy to be your Florence Nightingale.
Today things were still good. Never once did I say, What do you want now? It only irritated me a little when it rained all morning and the dogs couldn’t spend time outside. They can’t play with Kip which confuses them and it makes it difficult. I took each of them on a long walk and it helped me to get outside. I fixed a pork loin roast with all of the trimmings for dinner and helped him to the bathroom seventeen times, but who is counting. I was cleaning the kitchen, feeding the dogs and cleaning Nellie’s feet when he asked If I would mind looking at the rain gauge to see how much rain we got, could I get him an ice cream cup, and he would need help to the bathroom before the ice cream? In times like this I realize how much he does for us.
If dogs could cry? Ours would be weeping.
I have to remind myself that he was a wonderful Frank Nightingale when I had my surgeries and boy oh boy did I require patience. I know I did.
Here are some pics of my nice peaceful walk…
Carrier Pigeons?
Pretty
I named this tree Florence Nightingale
I named this tree Flo Frightingale – Below is my fight song!!! I’ve heard the tune somewhere before…
I did a new short video. Since it has taken me so much time to get this far in my learning curve, I’m going to go ahead and post it. I had it all in the correct order and then when I saved it, it all switched around. Thanks for your patience and understanding…
I was telling everyone at lunch, yesterday about the time I gave Mom’s Kitty Reynolds original to a little friend’s mother. One day, Mom saw the lady walking down the street with all of her kids in tow. She was wearing Mom’s skirt. Since it was a Kitty original, there was no passing it off as anything but what is was. A “Robin Hood” gesture.
The story below features another Kitty original. My treasured red tulle and taffeta formal.
Independence Day
I went outside to get some air. My day had done me in.
No matter how much or hard I tried, I just couldn’t win.
I had a cold, my car broke down, and I was truly busted.
I was too sick to go to work. My thoughts could not be trusted.
The air conditioner didn’t cool and it was hot as Hades.
My husband left me high and dry and went off chasing ladies.
As I sat there on the stoop, something shiny caught my eye.
There was a festive kid’s parade about to pass me by.
My cousin, Mark on my horse, Governor
I saw a small red wagon.. pulled by a horse no less
And in a chair there sat a Queen. She wore a long red dress.
She waved with one hand, and held on tightly with the other.
The little chair slid back and forth, first one way then another.
The other kids were close enough to help the regal Queen.
As they marched along each child’s smile was as bright as I have seen.
A tiny marching majorette proudly led the way
And we were all reminded it was Independence Day.
I watched the little Queen travel up the gravel road.
She turned her head to look at me and understanding flowed.
It was then I realized the shine that caught my eye
Was from a homemade tinfoil crown atop a head held high.
I never have forgotten though it happened long ago.
She looked at me as if to say, ” You’re stronger than you know.”
I’m not going to talk about my huge surprise until my brother, Billy gets back from his fishing trip next week, and after my colonoscopy on Monday, and after the two tea parties I have planned in the cottage. On top of that, this involves another person, and we have to coordinated the big announcement. I would say we’re looking at 3 to 4 weeks.
That doesn’t stop me from having some fun with it, though. I have prepared a short video for you. I’m trying out some new software. I’m trying to find some cool software that my feeble mind can get wrapped around. I’ve tried about 75 so far and nothing is MG user friendly. I would love suggestions from any of you out there…
Those 70ish Girls 