deb727's Journal

Well, you shoulda' figured out by the title that this rambling journal entry is gonna be a hot mess, don't say I didn't warn you. I have discovered that I REALLY miss writing, not that I was ever much of a writer, but it's nice to just get your thoughts out in the open sometimes.

I live about 2 miles from our local municipal airport, and of course am directly in the flight path. It's a small airport, definitely no big planes, but occasionally a few small jets fly in and out. Anyway, they are having an airshow there this weekend. Lots of older planes, World War 2 kinda stuff, lots of aerial stunts and that sort of thing. Traffic on my road is heavy anyway, but this weekend it's going to be hellacious, so I'll probably spend most of this weekend here with you good people. Or at least on the computer. If I want to watch parts of the show, all I have to do is sit on my back porch, I will be able to see a good bit of it from there. So that explains the airplanes part of the title.......

As for the potato chips and Snickers, well that is a bit more involved, but makes for a lovely story. I have two nephews that I love with all my heart, they are shining lights in what can be a dark world sometimes. Yesterday, mom and I went to my sisters house. We were sitting there in the den just chatting about normal family stuff, when all of a sudden, the youngest nephew gets up and goes to the kitchen. When he comes back, he hands me a small bag of Lays bbq potato chips. This ordinarily wouldn't be a big deal, but Willie, who is 8, has Downs Syndrome. He remembered that most times when I go to sissy's house, I hit the snack box for a bag of chips, and he wanted to make sure I got my chips yesterday. For some reason, this touched my heart like nothing has done in a long time.

As for the Snickers part, this happened several years ago with my older nephew, who is now 17. He and my sister were at mom's house after one Halloween, he had gotten oodles of candy, and he was offering me some. Well of course I love Snickers, but he only had one left, and I told him I wasn't gonna take his last Snickers. Here in the south, taking someone's last Snickers bar is almost as bad as stealing money, or beatin' your mama. When they were getting ready to leave, we were all out in the driveway sayin' our goodbyes, and John was still in the house. He came out, got in the car and they left. When me and mom got back in the house, there on the dining room table was that one little fun-sized Snickers bar. I just dissolved into tears. To think, that he would love his Auntie Deb that much to give her his last Snickers bar.

Needless to say, (this is where the potato chips and Snickers tie together) I still have the wrappers from the Snickers bar AND the chips, and last night I put them together in a small picture frame and it's sitting in my bedroom right beside the television. It's just a small reminder to me of how pure and selfless children can be at times, and we could all take a lesson from them. I want to be the kind of person that would give someone my last Snickers.