Archive for January, 2009

25 Things

Posted in writing on 01/31/2009 by Susan Shay
RULES: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it’s because I want to know more about you.
Since I rarely follow the rules, I decided to put this on my blog. I’m not sending it to 25 people. ūüôā Be glad.
1. Family and friends mean everything to me.

2. I taught myself to knit when I was in junior high school.

3. I still knit, because it’s something I can do while watching TV. (And, yes, I do a lot of ripping out.)

4. I went to Ozark Bible College.

5. Although my mom’s been gone for almost 18 years, I miss her every day.

6. My constant companion is John MyCane. 

7. I’m working hard¬†(therapy 3 x a week) to¬†walk without pain or Cane.

8. I love my job!!!

9. I love writing!!!

10. I wish I had more time with my family and friends.

11. My fav Christmas gift growing up was a microscope I got in 5th grade. I still have it. (Wonder if it’s an antique?)

12. When bored, I’ve always made up stories to entertain myself.

13. I would rather be alone or with a few people than in a crowd.  

14. #1 son is a computer whiz. I love having someone who knows so much about them.

15. I make biscuits and gravy just like Mama did.

16. I’m a great aunt.

17. MS just bought a new house. It’s beautiful!

18. Big Love is one of my fav TV shows. MS and I share this.

19. I was a cheerleader in high school and college.  

20. I was basketball queen in high school.

21. I worked as a pumper one summer when I was in college.

22. I love to read.

23. I love to garden.

24. I have the sweetest dog in the world named Molly.

25. I love to take pictures. (BB does, too!)

26- DH and I have an empty nest, and we’re enjoying it. ūüėȬ†

Come See Me

Posted in writing on 01/30/2009 by Susan Shay

I’m at Writing Sluts today. Pop over and say hi. While you’re there, hit the link and you can flash back here. You can spend your day zapping yourself from blog to blog.

Or not. ūüôā


Posted in writing on 01/27/2009 by Susan Shay
Snowing/Sleeting/IcingGround feederSnow Day Feed The BirdsIce on the Trees= Sneet.
These are pictures from outside. No, I didn’t go out. John doesn’t like¬†ice.
Since it’s a snow day, and no one trusts me to drive/walk on the ice with a gimpy hip, I thought I’d share a few pics. BTW: It started yesterday afternoon, and from what the news said, lots and lots of people were going “wheels up” because of the conditions. Slick roads can turn your world upside down in an instant.
One man, driving too fast, left the highway and did a Dukes of Hazzard onto the roof of a church.
We had thunder and lightning last night during the sleet storm. At first I thought it was wind, but DH explained what it really was. Talk about weird!  
China and DannyChina and Danny at McNellie’s last weekend.
Matt and ChristinaMatt and Christina on Danny’s birthday.
Danny, Nicole and BradDanny, Nicole and Brad–checking out the menu.
I try to never be in a picture. By choice. Since I own the camera, I get to take the pics.
Some day, when someone archives the Shay family’s existence, they’ll just have to wonder what the mother looked.
And that’s just¬†fine with me. ūüėȬ†

Finish Strong

Posted in writing on 01/26/2009 by Susan Shay

This is an amazing video. If you’ve got a moment to spare, check it out. I promise it’ll touch you.

Whether you’re struggling to sell your first book, get an agent, get your kids through school without pulling every hair out of your head or to be an artist, singer, baker or a perfect mom. No matter what your aim in life is, there’s a message for you.

And my baby brother sent it to me. What a guy, huh? Guess it’s a good thing I let him hang around to grow up all those times I was tempted not to. (Like when I’d fall asleep and wake to find myself tied up with my own yarn.)

Hope you like it.


Posted in This and that with tags on 01/25/2009 by Susan Shay

Last night we celebrated #1’s birthday.¬†I called for reservations two days before at Kilkenny’s, where we’d gone the year before. The earliest¬†we could get in was 9:00.

For everyone but DH and me, that was too late. So I left it up to #1 to find the place.  

We ended up at McNellie’s Irish Pub and Restaurant. (Also known as Beer Heaven.)

Not being a beer drinker, I’d never heard of the place until a week or so ago when a guy at work mentioned it. It’s in downtown Tulsa, not a part of town where I normally hang out. But according to my¬†oldest son, they have great food.

So we got there and after parking around back, we hiked to the front door. I was pleasantly surprised by the¬†restaurant. (We’d passed a¬†bar called Dirty’s–it fit its name–just a couple of blocks away, and I was really worried.)¬†

Everyone was there. #1 and DIL, MS and his date, BB and his gf, and DH and me. You know. All the most important people in my world.

First person I saw was a guy from my home town. He looked a little surprised as I squeezed past him and said, “Hi Rick.” But at least he recognized me.

The woman he was with looked me over, but relaxed when she noticed John. Guess she thought anyone with a cane was safe.

Anyway, we only waited a half hour or so before getting a table. DH and I gave #1 a digital picture frame thingy with a silver frame.

His first comment was, “It’s so big!”

“Yeah. But I have a gift receipt, if you want to take it back. It has a silver frame.”

“I know.” He pulled the box to him. “I wanted a silver frame. How’d you know?”

Lucky guess.

McNellie’s has Irish food, of course. DH ordered a marinated steak, #1 and I got fish and chips (mine were sweet potato fries. Yummers!!!) DIL got a burger and my two other sons got chicken fingers.

Guess most of us O’Shay’s don’t really go for¬†Irish food. Go figure.

For the next birthday, if I’m smart, I’ll make the reservations a month ahead of time so we can go to a restaurant we really like.

Until then, I don’t have to think about it. ūüėČ

Check it out~

Posted in writing on 01/24/2009 by Susan Shay

ANNETTE BLAIR IS THERE! If you have a minute, pop over to WRITING SLUTS and read the interview with her.

You¬†just can’t miss it.

Happy Birthday, Dandy Andy

Posted in This and that on 01/23/2009 by Susan Shay

Saturday is #1’s birthday. (Yay!) He was very kind to his mother on the day he was born. Only weighed 5 pounds and 13 ounces–and born on his due date.

When he was little, every time he’d see an exit sign, he’d say, “Exit. The way out.”

The kid was a product of Sesame Street. Not that it’s a bad thing.

Bert and Ernie, a couple of his close friends, introduced him to Big Bird, who in turn brought Cookie Monster to the group. Even Oscar the Grouch wasn’t left out.

We even went to a play park near Dallas once that was all Sesame Street stuff. DH was in Dallas on business so #1 and I had a lot of free time, so when I stumbled across Sesame World (I think was the name) I was ecstatic!

I took a picture of #1 in Oscar’s can. We met Big Bird. He played in a clear plastic jungle gyn. We swung on ropes and had healthy food for lunch. And #1 ate it! (He never ate much.)¬†

#1 was a real ham, and came by it naturally. When swimming (him in a life jacket, me in my natural floaties) he suddenly rolled onto his back, close his eyes and let his tongue droop out of his mouth.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“I’m a dead rabbit.” Pretty funny for a two-year-old.

We went on a 5 day ski trip with my cousins from Texas, and for two weeks afterward, #1 spoke with a Texas accent. I finally told him he couldn’t go the next time the cousins went with us if he didn’t quit.

#1 Son

I took him to market with me (to buy clothes for our dress shop) and he’d get bored. “Let’s see how many steps to the next appointment,” I’d tell him, then whisper numbers in his ear as we went from showroom to showroom. By the time he was 18 months old, he could count to twenty. And he knew all his colors.

When he started kindergarten, I asked the teacher if he talked a lot in class. She answered, “Yes, but that usually just means his mother talked to him a lot.”

Ha! Little did she know with #1, it meant he thought he was smarter than the teacher. And he probably was. ūüėČ

In grade school, when he took the Iowa test, he made the highest score ever received in his school. And much to his dismay, he was put in a class for smart kids once a week.

He loved the class. But the hateful way his regular teachers treated him while in their classes was enough to make him determined to never let anyone know how smart he was again.

Rather than give him his assignments for the day he was out for the other class at the beginning of the week, as the accelerated learning teacher had told us, he was handed a list on his way out the door. And even though the “smart” teacher said he’d only have to do enough to be sure he kept up with the other kids, he had to do everything they took all day to do THAT NIGHT.

It’s amazing how very stupid a teacher can be. Not all teachers, but a few resentful, narrow minded, b.o. reeking¬†ones can ruin a child.

About that time he broke his arm playing bumper cars with his brothers’ big wheels while riding one¬†like a scooter. When we asked him how he did it, he lied. “I bumped into a rock.”

After¬†high school graduation, a friend gave him a golden retriever for a present. He lied again and told us that he found it in the road and couldn’t stand to think it might get run over. He named the dog Boone. After he quit chewing the sprinkler system pipes off the house we actually fell in love with him, too.

I even named the hero in my first book Boone after him.

All our kids have a wonderful sense of humor, and #1 is no exception. He keeps his father laughing out loud whenever they’re together.

Told you he was a ham

Told you he was a ham

He’s married now to my favorite (and only) daughter-in-law (I honestly like her a lot.) They don’t have children YET, but they have a house full of critters. Three cats and three dogs at last count.

And yes, the golden retriever is leader of the pack.


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