HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE!! ORANGE MUST HAVE BEEN A HOT COLOR BACK IN 1971!!! HOPE THE EASTER BUNNY BROUGHT LOTS AND LOTS OF CANDY TO THE LITTLE ONES!

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Speaking of "growing up trescott" ..........have a HAPPY EASTER !!!!!!

'luv you girls, too!!!! Happy Easter and happy blogging!

Becky

Feeling the love!

Spring is in the air and even here in our neck of the woods, I personally am beginning to really feel the love.

Conversation one:
Wednesday night, Tom and I are intently engrossed, waiting to see who is definitely in the bottom three of Idol. Megan comes hopping down the steps being her usual teenage self. "Mom, I need help, cheerleading try outs are Thursday and I need a cheer" (Gee, she does talk and not just text. ) Being the good mom that I am I literally jumped at the chance to shine up my mother of the year trophy. Picture this, well, maybe you shouldn't. I immediately threw off my warm cozy blanket, stood up from my nice cozy couch, and in my nice cozy, baby blue, fleecey flannel, satin trimmed housecoat, I mean robe, proceeded to give what I thought was my best rendition of "open up the barn doors, kick out the hay" cheer. Oh, come on. you know it too. It was complete with "one, two, ready. go" and an awesomely fantastic, spirited "toe touch" almost jump!!! Remember the robe??? And as quick as I started I was finished. Between the hysterical laughs from all partys involved and the look of total utter shame, embarrassment, and disgust that only a 13 year old can portray this is what I heard:
" UMMMM, EWWWW, MOM, Sit down...don't do that again.... EWWWWW ...I'll call somebody else for help!!!" "Dad, can you do it?" I mean REALLY, she didn't even give me the chance to do "Firecracker, Firecracker, BOOM,BOOM,BOOM !!!.......Feel the love !!!!???!!!

Second conversation...yet another true story. I was lucky enough to spend the day with the eldest Eastep daughter. Our day was filled with our usual trek to Akron Children's Hospital, followed by lunch at "Fridays" and a little shopping in the afternoon. I think we bonded and pondered lifes biggest issues when you are almost 20 something. Oh, and in case you didn't know, 20 is old and once you hit 30, your life is over--per the eldest Eastep daughter.
Back to the story, it seems that the aforementioned almost 20 something daughter has a dilemna...does she:
1.) Move home next year, Live for free, work every other as needed,
and commute to Aultman 4 days per week.
2.) Live back on campus and pay an outrageous housing bill and still drive from
Walsh to Aultman OR
3.) Rent an apartment off campus, be strapped down with rent, utilities, groceries,
work more hours, and go to school full time, (kinda like burning your candle at
both ends), just to save money on gas and driving.??
HMMMMMM.... Well, this is what she said to me, "Mom, don't get me wrong" (red flag immediately pops up in mom's head, as BP rises) I like being on my own, I like it here on campus, BUT ( awwww, maybe she does miss us) I really miss.......( see, get the tissues out for this)..... I really miss, (ready for this one?)

I REALLY MISS MY GOATS!!!!

SEE?! FEEL THE LOVE !! With that being said, I have to go buy my stock in excedrin and clairol and learn to stay off of the sidewalks. See blog below.

Happy Blogging.
Beck

Hot Stock Tips...

For the past 6 months now I have been hearing ....Mom, just 6 months--- Mom just 4 months----Mom just 1 month.....thats right in just 1 way to short month Kayla will be 151/2 years old which means as any of you who have gone through teenagers know ---you got it!!! TEMPORARY DRIVING PERMIT. Those words alone means lots and lots and lots of Excedrin - Extra Strength of course and lots of Miss Clairol - my hot stocks tip. We picked up our study guide this past week end - flipped though it and said " this looks boring - I'm not reading it.!!!!" I did come home yesterday and she proudly announced that she cooked for herself as I was working so that should prove she is ready to get her temps. I replied - Oh what did you cook?? Her reply - Hot Dogs!!! I have to admit she did not boil the water dry and burn the hot dogs like a certain aunt of hers did - so I guess that should count for something. So during our whole driving conversation she let me know that she thinks she gets everything about driving except one thing. Oh I say.... What would that be??? Well, she says...if I'm driving on one road and turn onto another road....how do I know what side of the road to drive on?? Yep...Excedrin and Miss Clairol. Happy investing!!!!!

Birthday Memories

Today, February 25th, 2009, dad would have been 83 years old. So for just one blog I want to be sentimental, somewhat sappy and maybe just a little emotional.

We all know that dad didn't always keep his father of the year trophy shining at the front of his trophy case, but he was a good dad, grandpa and great grandpa in his own way, to alot of kids. I believe that if you would ask each of the twelve of us to describe our dad, we would each describe a different man. When Billy was young, Dad was young, and when I was, well, younger, dad was older. These are the memories I have of my dad.

My Dad was a brother, son, husband, co-worker, neighbor and friend. he was a beer drinker, a smoker, a singer and a guitar player. He loved classic country from Charlie Rich to Johnny Cash. He loved flannel shirts and his white socks. In the summer time it was sleeveless white T-shirts, proudly sporting his "mother" tatoo, bermude shorts to his knees, white socks and slip on shoes. He always had a tan, a comb-over and a cap. The jeans he wore were always wider than they were long, and mom would cut them off and "hem them at the knees" to make them fit.

He came home from work at 7:00am everyday, had 2 cups of coffee and cigarettes and was off to bed until 11:00. He then would sit at the end of the table with a little more coffee, a lot more cigarettes and do the daily puzzle with the paper folded just right. he would only drink from one particulary heavy, thick, old, coffee cup. He would get up at 9:30 pm every night, need a thermos of coffee, 2 sandwiches with sandwich spread, 4 cookies( fig newtons were his favorite) and 2 full packs of cigarettes to get him through the night. He never missed work; if he did you knew he was ill.

When I was really young I would be allowed to sit outside on the swing with him, or even on the front porch if I was quiet, while he recorded letters on cassettes to send to Bill.

Every Summer He would plant new grasss seed under the apple trees, tie it off with twine and pie plates, and build a platform for your feet under the swings. And every summer the grass would all be trampled down again and die. But he did it every year.

On Sunday mornings, he made fried eggs. He was responsible for turning on the mashed potatoes at 11:00 while we were at church. After Lunch, on special occasions, he would get out his guitar and play. I loved to hear him sing "Hey Joe" and "The green, green grass of home". If we were really lucky, Dad would take us Roller skating. Boy, could he ever skate! Front Skate, Backwards skate, the Flee Hop, the Hokie Pokie and Free Style. He would glide acros the rink like a star. Just ask mom; that's how they met. Once a year on Sunday night, when the Wizard of Oz was on, Dad would make homemade doughnuts for us.

He coined the phrase "3 swats and a boot", invented "the thing dad built" and never missed an opportunity to brag about how he had 2 belt driven dishwashers at home. He loved playing poker with the boys, a full boat, and to bet "from the hip". He has had the honor of walking many women down the aisle and only being married to one.

He was the happiest when all the kids, young and old, were around. Birthdays, Christmas, Easter or a "garage party". He was the best thing that ever happened to Eric Michael, and Eric Michael was the best thing that ever happened to him. The best thing that I ever did was to let him be a part of my children's lives. For quite a while, Katie, Michael and Grandpa were the 3 musketeers and he spoiled them rotten. When Megan came along, he became her "papa" and he walked on water in her eyes. Even when the pedestal she put him on became a wheel chair, her grandpa was all she ever needed.

This is the dad I remember, and for all these memories and many more, I feel lucky and blessed to have had such a special man in my life, and to be able to have shared him with my family.

Happy 83rd birthday, Willie ! You are loved and missed by all.

I'm at a loss for words....

WOW.......

and congratulations to the happy couple!

I've fallen and I can't get up?

OK, well maybe I haven't really fallen, and maybe this pile up was planned, and looking closely at the pictures I'm guessing that it really isn't even me...maybe BillBarbRickKenMargie.....oh and you know Jake had to be a part of this..... you all know the name routine.

Regardless, I saw this picture in the "Trescott treasures" and thought it was a good one. I'm not sure who's idea it was to tricycle down the hill in the snow, but I'm sure it was preceeded with "Hey, let's try this!, shortly followed by "Hey mom, I think Joe needs stitches." Possibly even followed by "3 swats and a boot" Wait, Maybe that's another picture I'm thinking of. I bet if you look real close in the picture, there is not one matching set of gloves and I'll bet everyone has bread bags in their boots, too. .. and is that really a sled in the background or a dresser drawer from"the thing dad built" ?

Even the background of the picture is priceless. Is that a "Bellaire" or a "Cadillac" in the driveway....obviously way before Ken bought the House. Speaking of the house, Look at all the upgrades that have been done!!! I'm going with asbestos filled shingle siding. That would explain a lot.

Okay, enough for the "sled ride" down memory lane. "hope everyone had a wonderful christmas, a happy new year and a great year to come.

happy bloggin'

Becky