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Why? my blog title "Better2me"

As a woman, mother, and wife my first instinct is to take care of those around me. I nurture those I love in many ways through out the day, but sometimes find myself neglecting me. Recently I realized that I need to nurture myself as well. So this blog is about ME!!!!! What fills my heart; my simple life of kids, husband, animals, home, and creativity. For being better2me leads me to be better to those I love.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

How does my garden grow?

I understand the appeal of spring. The darkness of winter(I know being from Southern California I'm one to complain) leads to a new beginning each year, as the process of renewal begins. It is my favorite time of year as the drudgery of repeaticious housecleaning is put aside, so that one can venture to the outdoors and begin to nurture things that will grow and prosper.

This year the experience has been extra thrilling due to the building of a new chicken coop, which influenced my hubby to become emotionally involved in my garden. It has been so good to work together and has allowed us to appreciate each other more.

Being in the suburbs we are so lucky to have such a big piece of land, those of you in other states can laugh at us, which also allows us to enjoy our passions. I love my chickens and garden, while hubby enjoys his barn that houses three antique John Deere tractors. One was his grandfathers, that he rode as a child, another is a friend of the familys, the third his great Uncles, all restored to their former glory. Rides through our suburb of Los Angeles have earned him the nickname "the John Deere tractor guy!"

My amazing hubby roto tilled my garden

Roxy goes nose to nose with a Mason bee in the lavender

One of the several trips made to the lower yard each morning and each time Berkly has to take a dip in the pool.

The newly finished, the sign just went up yesterday, chicken coop my hubby built.

Mornings in the garden are so serene.

My blackbird that never leaves the garden.

The back of our house from the garden.

The garden, chicken coop, and tractor barn.

My first attempt at rhubarb, I can't wait to experiment with it.

Many years ago I made stepping stones from tiles, even a favorite teapot that was chipped and broken became one. I still use them today.

My jalapeƱo is the first thing producing and it will be salsa this weekend.

Nothing prettier than a row of peppers, minus the sprouting weeds of course.

My hubby thought I was crazy when I told him I could reuse the bedsprings from our sons Ikea bed. After they were painted and staked in the garden with old drapery rods and finials, he thought they looked great as cucumber and tomato trellises.

Growing small things, like radishes, in galvanized tubs allows me to keep a watchful eye on them. I also use the tubs for lettuce, which in California the sun becomes too much for them, so I have been known to put an umbrella over to shade them.

My blackberry has already started bearing fruit, a replacement to the huge grapevine we had encircling the garden that died for some unknown reason.

Can you tell which chicken is top of the pecking order. Wilma is SO bossy!!!!!

Most would consider Morning Glories weeds as they are so prolific. But I LOVE them, our last chicken coop was covered in them and I hope this little start will also (I also have planted some red ones). The nice thing is the chickens love them and spend a large amount of time trying to get to ones lying just outside their reach.

Berkly just waiting to "retrieve" a chicken or two.

Taken from the back of the barn, our chickens are in heaven protected from the wind and predators.

FarmVille USA meets southern California.

Pinterest got me painting pots this weekend and brightened the patio where we spend so much of our time.

Tomato explosion. This refugee spent the whole winter on the patio and came back with a ton of cherry tomatoes.

Too hot to grow peas in the garden, I find that when grown in a slightly shady spot on the patio they do quite well.

That is of course if you can refrain from popping the young peas Into your mouth.

One of my favorite things ever is the pizza oven my hubby surprised me several years ago from Italy. The grapes growing on it will someday be our own wine.

Thanks for taking a tour of my garden with me. I hope you come back when everything is in its full regalia.

Friday, April 27, 2012

A snapshot of life.

In the spirit of soulemamma a picture capturing the week. However in this case these weren't my pictures but ones taken by my niece Cara, of my nephews family, Marc, Monique and my great niece Aubrey. Although I couldn't settle on just one because each captures a different personality......look close at the one with the three of them with Gpops and you might, if you believe, see the spirit of my sister, Denise standing with them.

Saturday, April 21, 2012

A reality check


Today as I was working in my garden I thought of a question regarding tomatoes that I needed to ask my dad, the king of tomato growing. Then I realized that never again can I ask him a question.........that was hard moment.

Friday, April 20, 2012

A definition of love

Last night my hubby called me from a layover. He had just finished having dinner with the copilot and one of the flight attendants at a great restaurant in Edmonton British Columbia. He stated it was one of the most beautiful places he had ever seen. Then he told me that whilst in the middle of this dinner he realized the one thing missing, was me. He wanted to be able to turn to me next to him and share it and that it felt much less special without me there. It was then he said, that he realized this was a definition of love to him.........as it is too me also.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

A few of my favorite kitchen things.

Today Censational girl has a link up for kitchen gadgets. I can't say I have any certain tools that make my life easier, but I do have some great kitchen items that make cooking so much more enjoyable. Such as........

LOVE LOVE LOVE!!!!!!! The mixer my parents gave and now that I blinged it, it is a decorative element in the kitchen as well.

These Mason jars, my maiden name, came from a collection that my dad had assembled for my mom. Some from his work travels, some from my Grandma Jenkins, and some from his mom, my Grandmother Mason. I love using them for practical purposes such as panko breadcrumbs, sugar and granola. I keep the labels that were in them, such as "found in Lola's basement 1971, taped to the bottom.

A pitcher I have had for years, again from grandmother, perfect for holding whisks.

As it can be seen I have a thing for containers, I buy them without even knowing what they will be used for and I change their contents often.

Lemons look beautiful in a scared and chipped bowl that has been in our family for generations.

And why put eggs from my chickens away, when they present such a beautiful still life in a farm basket

I love rolling pins, they have such history behind them. Mine especially. One is from my husbands family, one from my maternal grandmother and one from my paternal grandmother. Hers came with a note that it was made for her, by her father, for her wedding present in 1921. It is the least round of them all, but I use it the most. Also the rack was a gift from two of my sisters. Supposedly a wine rack they saw its potential, since my one sister recently passed away it holds special memories. P.s. the wall is not crooked it is my photo taking abilities that is.

Not so old, but I can't live without my daily dose of expresso.

My husband hates this knife rack as he says it will someday decapitate the dog because I angled it to fit the wall. No headless dogs yet and it is so much easier then searching for the right knife in a drawer.

Many years ago I found these old solid wood panel doors that my neighbor was throwing away, I made several of these chalkboards I use mine often.

I use to try to keep all my clutter in drawers, but then they don't seem to be used as often and are much harder to find. So now I use this galvanized tiered tray to hold my gadgets and dodahs. My tablespoons are held in a glass that was originally made for that purpose, I also have the matching milk pitcher and butter dish, from my great grandmother. The several salt cellars are from friends, for even though I don't think there is a big difference between tastes of different salts, there is a difference in consistency.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

My fathers life

Ernie Venton Mason was a man with many roles during his 85 years of life.

His first was that of son. Born on August 11, 1926 in Alton Illinois, the only son of Lola and Jesse Mason, an oil refinery worker and his wife. Ernie, or Venton as he was called until he entered the military and learned his first name, lived a rural life in Roxana Ill. Since there was only one bedroom in the two room house, his room was created from the small pantry off the kitchen that eventually became the bathroom. He learned to hunt and fish to help put food on the table, and was one of the original noodle fishermen along the muddy banks of the Mississippi River catching catfish with his bare hands. His parents doted on their smart, beautiful boy and “only child syndrome” was definitely prevalent throughout his life.

As a young man Ernie joined the Boy Scouts of America, which became a lifelong commitment for him. The Boy Scouts are where he learned many skills that he used throughout his life, even in his later years he could shoot a crow with a slingshot filled with buckshot from the back patio. He earned his Eagle Scout as a young man, the Silver Beaver, the Distinguished Commissioner, the Award of Merit, the SIXTY-FIVE year veteran award, and many district and unit awards. Although his family teased him that he was active in the boy scouts to get away from the five women living in his house, really the Boy Scout ideals and beliefs were something that he truly believed in, and which he felt made young men better human beings.

The day before his seventeenth birthday his parents signed on the dotted line, allowing their only son to join the United States Military and hence a soldier was born. A month later he began his tour of duty as a rifleman in the thirty-six infantry division in Europe. During his service he received the Combat Infantry Badge, the Purple Heart, the European Theater with Three Bronze Stars, and the Occupation of Germany Victory Medal. Although he was proud of the service to his country, he never liked to speak of the war or his role in it. He did speak however about being one of the first soldiers at Dachau concentration camp the day it was liberated, an event that changed his life and his viewpoint on the world.

Part of his willingness to join the army was patriotism for his country, but he also had ulterior motives. He was an extremely intelligent man who longed for more than the 6th grade education of his parents and saw the G.I. bill as an opportunity. So after being discharged, he attended Missouri School of Mines and Metallurgy in Rolla MO. where he received an Electrical Engineering degree.



As a professional, Ernie’s employment included various aerospace companies and thirty-two years with General Dynamics. G.D. is where he designed, supervised, and implemented many of the missiles used by the United States Military. As an employee Ernie was a great asset, in fact when his obituary was published a neighbor of his daughter, Sharen, came over impressed that her dad was THAT ERNIE MASON FROM G.D.


Although small in stature at 5’7”, his dark good looks and quiet personality gave him the title as a Don Juan early in life, known as a ladies man even in high school, he asked his English teacher to the prom and she accepted, we hear she may not have been asked back to teach the following year. That role quickly changed when he met Shirley Lee Jenkins, a petite blond with striking blue eyes, at North American were they both worked. He was smitten, they dated and soon were engaged. When Ernie was transferred to Washington D.C. he diligently saved his pennies until one day he called Shirley and told her to get on a plane. They were married that afternoon, February 21, 1953. Together they have remained a great example to their family of what a marriage is all about, as their love and dedication to one another only grew stronger through their 59 years together.
Less than a year later, Ernie added father to his titles, when his first daughter Debra Susan, or Susie as he called her was born. Two years later a second daughter Denise Ann, or as her dad called her “Danny” (a fruedian slip as he was hoping for a boy) Danny became the tom boy of the family. Nine years later Ernie promised Shirley a sewing machine if the newest baby was a boy………….twin daughters were born; Sharen Nanette and Karen Babette or Shegglebee and Kegglebee, shortened through the years by Ernie to Sheggy and Keggy. Shirley stated with four girls she needed a sewing machine more than ever. Although, during some eras of his life he realized what an asset a daughter could be. Such as each morning when he came down to breakfast, he had to make sure his tie choice was approved by Sharen, if not he would turn around and search for another.


Ernie was the strong disciplinarian of the family and not the demonstrative type, but even if he did not show it with physical or verbal affection his daughters knew he loved them. His rhythmic and slow, Pat…… Pat……. Pat….., on your back when comfort was needed, is the one thing I will miss most about him. As he walked each of his daughters down the wedding aisle, he whispered in their ear, “Are you sure you want to go through with this, we could still back out?” And just steps from the alter he reminded me that airline pilots have the highest divorce rate in the United States and that it was not too late. “I love you” is something we did not hear growing up, but as he aged he softened and an “I love you daddy” would be returned with an “I love you more”, which became his trademark phrase.


The Masonic Lodge became another haven for Ernie (again remember ALL GIRLS, only child syndrome). He was fifty year member of the Masonic Lodge, Cammandrey and Royal Arch. Ernie treasured his time there so much that the first things on his list of, who gets what, were items he had earned through the Masonic Lodge, left to each of his daughters.


Those that knew Ernie well knew that his sense of humor was dry as dry can be. His favorite repeated sayings where things like “Your troubles have touched my heart, never before have I heard such a story…”said in a sarcastic voice of course” and when Shirley joined a knitting club, he quickly named the group “the Knitwits.” He also used to tease Shirley that she had bird legs, so one night before bed he snuck into the bathroom and tied her pajama legs into knots, explaining later that she should have no trouble getting her legs through them. To retaliate, Shirley, knowing that Ernie always waited to the last minute to use the restroom, sewed his fly shut. Ernie always said that he never would forget the look on the janitors face when he realized the predicament Ernie was in.



Methodical was a definite trait of Ernie’s. Every morning would find him at the kitchen table with his little black book, not the kind with girls names in it, but the kind that included lists upon lists of what he needed to do that day, the next, even next month. Throughout his life he kept just about everything, his daughters lost teeth, and report cards were filed chronologically. As his son-in-law Phil states shopping with him was an adventure, Rome could be built in the time it took Ernie to scrutinize each aisle. A trait his daughter, Debra, also has. Before his death he organized everything that would be needed. A master list with each item in a separate envelope.…….He even wrote his own obituary months in advance and included that he would like Mr. Lockhart to officiate.
One of his greatest roles was that of grandfather. Unburdened from the stress of work and fatherhood, his grandchildren became his greatest joys. Michelle, his first grandchild remembers when she had her first loose tooth, Grandpa told her it had a spot on it and asked her to get a Kleenex so he could clean it off. Next thing she knew, she was toothless. With some, he built a birdhouse, with others he taught them to whittle. In fact, yesterday at his burial a small wooden piece could be spied under his casket, turns out it was the first thing Marc, now 33, made, when Grandpa taught him to whittle when he was nine. Marc kept it all these years and paid tribute by placing it eternally with grandpa. Ernie also became a mentor to his grandchildren, two are following in his footsteps as Engineers, one has the same mathematical mind, one shares a love for old cameras, one has his shy exterior, another his gentle spirit. One shares the need to help others and one learned through Grandpa how important a sense of family is.


Two recent great grandchildren were added to his dynasty and we know their genetic imprint has already been affected by their great grandpa: Grey and Aubrey we have a lot to share with you.


For the last couple of years Ernie fought hard to stay here, wanting to make sure that his wife and family would be o.k. When he thought he was causing them more harm than good, he decided it was time to leave. A proud and private man he went the way he wanted too with dignity and grace. On February 20, 2012 as his family stood by his bed, Ernie said goodbye to this world and hello to his daughter Denise, who welcomed him to heaven.



Throughout his many roles of Son, Boy Scout, soldier, student, employee, Mason, husband, father, grandfather, great grandfather, and friend Ernie Venton Mason never wavered from the motto of his youth. His priorities remained God, Country, Family and Self. Through these roles he touched each of us in some important way. I ask that you think of what touch he bestowed upon you, and that you share it with another, whether through memory, act, or association. In this way his spirit will live on through each of us.

“Goodbye Daddy, We love you………….. mostess.”

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Thank you for the great meeting......


Recently we had my sons 504 meeting in which we got nothing we requested and what we did get is at the discretion of the school district and teachers, which of course still means he got nothing. However, what really angered me is the email the head of special education sent me the next day in which she ended it with "Thank you for the great meeting yesterday." Unfortunately, I cannot respond to her email because we have asked for independent testing for our son and they have denied it. Therefor the district must engage in a legal battle starting from their side. She does not want to do this and doesn't realize we know our rights, thus she is trying to get us to rescind our request. Although, this has not stopped me from thinking of what my response would be if I could......

Dear Ms. Head of special Ed.

I am glad that the meeting was great for you as it saved the district money, which I know is your intent, too bad it was not also great for my son whose education and life will be impacted from your "great meeting".

However, the meeting did make me think of something father told me recently as I sat at his bedside two days before his death. I could tell something was bothering him and so I asked. He stated that he had been trying to figure out how to ask God for forgiveness for all of his sins. I know in large part he was thinking of WW II and his part in it as a seventeen year old boy fighting in Europe. Although, it saddened me that this was still affecting him, it also made me realize what type of person he was. That even though he was doing his duty to his country, he could still be impacted by what he had to do to achieve that. It made me look at my own life and especially this fight for Keaton, I was thankful that I believe when I stand before God and ask him to forgive me of my sins, they too will be for a good reason, not for a whole country as my fathers was, but for one person, my son, I will have made a difference. Then it got me thinking of you, when you stand before God will he forgive you of your sins, or will he say you put money above the needs of people, therefor you did not help humankind, but instead helped Satan in the downfall of it.

Sincerely

Mom to Keaton

about me

Alta Loma, California, United States
I am a newly, 3 years, transplanted California, who has found her heart in Northern Idaho. Married to my better half, Kevin, for 34 years, we live on ten acres with a pond, a barn with 23 antique John Deer tractors, 18 chickens and four labs (3 fox red, 1 chocolate) My hubby took an early out from United during this Covid situation, but still works full time as a flight examiner, we are learning how to empty nest to its fullest. Only thing that would make life better is if our children and daughter in law lived closer.