Grandma Cookie Memories

I just wanted to write a short blog late tonight. My great grandma passed away early Thursday morning. For the first time since I left, I really feel like being home for a bit.

It's a little rough that I can't go home, but that's ok, because that can't stop me from keeping in touch with my family back home and from remembering great memories that I will always have.

As always, especially with my family, funny stories and general comedy are what get us through the toughest times. Memouse shared a couple of stories with me earlier today and it made me think, these stories that we share, we try to paint the most human and colorful stories that we have of someone to honor them, and that of course usually involves comedy. And then I though of my own stories of Grandma Cookie...

How she got her name first of all. Everyone else in my family called her Granny. I refused to, she was always G. Cookie probably because as most people visiting their Grandma's house, I asked for and was offered cookies... yum. The windmill variety was my favorite, sometimes oatmeal raisin. I had many a cookie while being watched when I was being watched all through elementary school by Grandma Cookie. I have so many memories there, too many to mention...

Then there are the random things you remember about a person, memories that don't mean much to anyone but you. For me, the most dear was being shown how to make a church and then a steeple and then...wait for it...wait for it...that's right, I was amazed at the first time I opened it and there were the people (if you don't know what I'm talking about, google it). This was my most representative memory of spending time with Grandma Cookie when I was younger. We also watch the price of right DAILY (her favorite was plinko, so is mine). I also believe that I was the only 7-year-old that was addicted to "The Young and the Restless" (I had a big crush on Christine Blair, better known as "Cricket". Anyways, enough babbling....

My last and best memories of Grandma Cookie allowed everything to come full circle. This summer, I was able to see her interact with Tryson. Both of them absolutely loved each other's company. I remembered my bond with her as a young child and it was a great moment. Then last month at the wedding I was able to get away from everyone while we were all still outside getting ready for pictures. I talked with her a little bit, enough to know that she was very happy and of course watching Amber's boys playing, I didn't realize it was the last time we would talk...

I should go, but there is so much to say...I'll just summarize by saying this: Spend as much time as you can with the older generations in your family. If you pick their brains and really sit down and talk, you'll be amazed with how much information and memories you will pick up.

-Chris

What has been going on in the past week

Well since our last...... WE HAVE MONEY!!!! Like Chris said, "When it rains, it pours." Our money finally came through and then the next day Chris got paid. :) So we were able to get actual grogeries. Fruit, veggies, and meat. No more tuna and mac and cheese. So we have been trying to amuse ourselfs as you can see from our last blog. So here is a funny story. Chris and I are on a little bit of a different schedule. Seeing that he gets up at 5 a.m. Well any who. Chris was sleeping and I was just sitting in bed. All of the sudden he starts talking, " That boy and the room with the blue paint." he says. I was like, "What?" He said, " You know. What you just were talking about. The boy with the blue paint." I said, "No. I wasn't saying anything." He then said, " No, I was talking." I then say, "Are you talking in your sleep?" He says, "No." Than he turns over and starts snoring. I was laughing so hard. Then the next day I started telling him this. I said, "You talked in your sleep last night." He was like, "No I didn't. I know what I was talking about." I say, "Oh really. The boy in the room with blue paint. Is that right?" He was like, " Get away from me. (laughing)" He didn't know what else to do but run away. It was funny. Maybe not to you all but hey we have no one else but us. :) Tryson is getting into everything! He is starting to walk............................................................................................................
on furniture. But he is in the right direction. He still is hanging on my legs and likes to climb on me(even when Chris is home). But what can you expect. He loves his mama and we are together 24/7. Since we moved we haven't spent a moment apart from eachother. That is really all the news we have for now. I know it is getting kind of boring. We will still continue to post anyways.
Love you all, Chris, Stahsia, and Tryson

This, is the way we live (to the tune of the wedding party entrance song)

So, due to unfortunate circumstances we have found ourselves living off a steady diet of whatever we bought 4 days ago at target (which isn't the place to go for food). We also eat on tv trays and watch our snowy cableless tv in the middle of our mess with empty boxes all. I actually said last night to Stashia, "hey Stash, I got the tv workin', you can almost see what's goin on if you look at it from across the room!" And the scary thing is that I was seriously happy about that, and didn't see anything wrong with that statement....eh. We are being held hostage by our new bank and I just started work last week, so...here we are wishing we could order a pizza, or buy meat other than tuna...ahahahaha.

"I hope the bank money comes through tomorra' so I can git some fuelin fer ma truck"...hehehe. Anyway, it is just a funny situation, funny because it is temporary but still funny. "Well I'ma go back to the kitchen now, Maw is cookin' up some grape laffytaffy for de-ssert! Then I reckon we'll go on ta bed when the candles run outta wax. Ya'll drop by real soon!"

-Cletus BillyBob McCoy (ok, Chris...we are eating grape laffytaffy though)

P.S. I'm sorry this entry is so lame, I'm giddy-tired right now and need to pass out.

Touring the house with Tryson

Hello everybody, this is Tryson Micah Williams, I'm not old enough to type so my dad is typing for me but I wanted to give everyone a tour of how our apartment looks. This is me helping unpack:



I just realized that dad didn't take a picture of my room when he took these pictures because I was sleeping, but I wanted to tell you that my room is going to be AWESOME! It's gonna have animals and toys and and lots of books for me to read with mom and dad (I read them a lot of books, because I'm real smart).

Anyways, here is the master bathroom, I had a bath in here today, but dad says that most of the time, I won't be able to go in here, oh well, who needs two sinks anyways, I can only play with one at a time....


So next up is MY bathroom...well, no, it is really grandma's bathroom for when she visits, which is real real soon!

Then we have the super duper kitchen. It is real nifty, mom and dad go in there a lot and I like to cling to their legs and say "baboo baboo ba". It really doesn't entertain me, I just do it because the like it so much. I know this is true because of how often they yell, "Tryson PLEASE!!!" which means please continue to do it I guess, so I smile and clap and keep them happy:
The last room I'll show you for now is the living room, or as I call it, the dust room, my dad tells me it is called a fireplace, I don't know about all that, I just like sticking my hands in the black dust and then crawling to mommy in the kitchen to crawl up on her legs and entertain her some more....YAY MOMMY!:
So, that's all I have time to show you for now. It is way past my bedtime and mommy and daddy have to go back to unpacking. In a day or two, daddy says he is going to put more pictures up and maybe he'll let me type next time...I hope I hope. Anyways, I'm going to hide in one of these big boxes here, I think this one is addressed to grandma. I think I'll mail myself there so I can show her my patty-cake skills. I have mad patty-caking skills! Pat it, roll it, toss it in the air, I've got it all down thanks to my grandma, here I come!
















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Bored at the Moment

So I'm sitting here on the internet for about 2 hours (Tryson is taking a nap). I should be on packing but I am just not driven. I'm missing Chris right now. I figure I would tell him on a blog how great he is. So yesterday I was kind of bitching. I know, shocking. I was as you might say a debbie downer. Anyways, Chris said it was really getting to him. So as I'm sitting here I'm thinking that it was probably since he had been up at 5a.m. and worked all day. I just wanted to say that I love him so much. I want to thank him for all that he is doing for his family. He comes home from work and he goes right into "helping mode". He will take care of Tryson and just start unpacking more boxes. He doesn't complaine. He is the man most woman want to marry. I get a kiss before he leaves for work, when he comes home, and before I go to bed. He makes me so happy. So even though some of those blogs seem knd of sappy we are really truely happy. I know everyone has bumps in the road and that theses are our bumps. Thank you for the support and encouragement from everyone. Thank you to my loving husband for understanding and helping with all this shit we have to do. :)
-Stashia

Apartment Craziness Part 2

AHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Today became ok at around 7pm. That's when we had dropped the rental car off at the airport (2 hour round trip) and got some food into our systems (Tryson was by far the hungriest and ate at least as much as Stashia. Earlier today we signed the lease (YAY!) but then found the carpet to be soaked from the carpet cleaners (booo!). The movers came to our apartment (YAY) but the truck was too big so they had to go all the way to south in Seattle to get a smaller one and come back at 8am (BOOOO) which means tonight we are sleeping on a borrowed mattress (Thanks Kevin from waste systems) and I am using a random tenant's wireless router called "Divine Intentions" sitting on the floor with suitcases and a damp floor that makes all of our knees wet. At least we have a place and tomorrow should be the final installment...stay tuned.

-Chris, with Stashia being cute and Tryson being sleeping

From Stashia:
My day started out scrambling to get the rest of the stuff out of the hotel room and checking out by 9 a.m. Finally I got to the apartment complex we signed our lease and now we can sit back and breathe, right? Wrong! After Chris left after signing the lease I waited around for our keys. It's funny how 5 minutes means 20 minutes. So I finally get the keys, find the apartment, walk in to find .......... ours floors are sopping wet. The movers are supposedly going to be at the apartment in 30 minutes to an hour. The guy at the leasing office said it would take no more than a half hour for the carpet to dry. He was wrong. Then I notice some other problems with the apartment ( I'll spare you the details). So I go back to the leasing office only to be ignored for 15 minutes. Ok, now I'm back at the apartment. I get a call from the movers saying they don't even know if they will be able to get the truck in the complex to deliver our stuff. Needless to say they couldn't. So there I am in a empty apartment with Tryson, no hotel to go back to, and Chris doesn't get out of work for another 3 hours. So I sat there in the empty apartment while Tryson took a nap and did the only logical thing I could do at that moment. CRY! I call my Dad and he calmed me down. Then Tryson woke up and we spent the remainder of our time at Wal-Mart. :) Then Chris got out and he already told you all that. So once again it wasn't the ideal day for me.
Thanks for reading my bitch for the day
-Stashia

Apartment Craziness Part I

So just as I am settling in to work, the apartment scene spices up our lives. We knew that the apartment people should be getting back to us soon and that our stuff should be coming soon, what we didn't plan for is rushing to get the apartment to approve us and running to the bank at 5 to open an account and beg for them to give us money for our checkss so that we can get our stuff moved into an apartment tomorrow (wooo, what a mouthful). So it was one of those kinda stressful afternoons, but sparing the details, we have our apartment as long as we show up with our money and I can take an early lunch at 9:30 to sign the lease with Stashia. Alright, I should go help Stashia pack up our stuff from the hotel into our cars....horray....ish.

-Chris