just when the caterpillar thought that life was over,
it became
a BUTTERFLY!

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Surprise.... We're here...

Easter Weekend we had planned for a couple of months.  We wanted to surprise my dad and, we did!

We are in Charleston area of South Carolina, he is in Harrisburg IL (bout an hour west of Paducah KY).... all along dad thought my husband and I were going to head out for a road trip and end up in Florida.  Least that's what we told him...

We headed out Thursday night after work, drove 1/2 way, slept, and got to Harrisburg about lunch time... Called dad just to 'check in' - really we wanted to make sure he was home and hadn't run into town for lunch since we were about 2 driveways down at this point.  Yep he was home, in fact he'd just come in to rest a bit and get some lunch...

PERFECT!!!

Unless you happen to be looking out the window the drive is far from the house so you'd not hear or see anyone coming up... we parked up by the barn and walked up to the house.  He rarely gets visitors, unless the cows are head butting the door for feed (which they do at times) - so he was a little taken back when he heard knocks... then the look on his face when he saw us on the other side was priceless (I wish I had my camera ready).

It was a great long weekend and we were all sad when it was time to head home.  But I thought I'd share some photo's from out trip there.


one of the many babies

she gets right down in that trough

More More or was it MOO MOO

this was the newest baby





Grinding hay for feeding

Kelly adores his father-in-law and I think its mutual

I'm not sure who had more fun, dad or Kelly

Farmer Paul 


the cows had gotten into a pasture he wasn't ready for them to be in yet



Farming is hard and dirty work

Fathers Day


For many years I never had a reason to celebrate Father's Day... yes obviously I have a father, but truth is, I had no idea who he was.

The first person I ever knew as a father, was Donald Cecil Hancock.  I've always called him my step-father, but he never adopted me.  In fact it wasn't until I was about 14 or so that I came to find he wasn't my father at all. 

I assume some years ago when I was registered for kindergarten, you likely never had to show a birth certificate (this would have been about 44yrs ago, give or take).  So I was registered in school as Kim Hancock.  I went thru life with that name.  But at about 14 or so, I was nosing around and found my birth certificate.

Imagine my shock when the name on it was Kimberly Rae Hampton!  I knew it had to be MY birth certificate, it was my mom's info, my date of birth, but the man listed as father, John Ray Hampton, this wasn't anyone I knew.

At this point I was told the 'truth' (not really) that this person was my father.  Don was indeed the father to my younger sibling (also named Don), but he wasn't my father.  I must stop and say that this man was a gem in my younger life, he never ONCE treated me as anything but his daughter.  For the short time he was in our lives (maybe 5 yrs) I was the princess.  He spoiled me, took me everywhere, showed me off.  He will always be a father to me in my heart and I look forward to the day I get to see him again in heaven.

Somewhere around 16-18 yrs of age... I recall my grandmother telling me that Hampton wasn't really my father either, rather someone my mother married to give me a last name.  I guess almost 49yrs ago it was a bit more taboo to have a child out of wedlock.  I confronted my mother with this and of course for many years she denied this "oh that's just your grandmother telling you stories"

So from my young teen years until the ripe ole age of 47 (almost 2yrs ago) I've never known who my real, biological father is.  Then one day I made a seemingly innocent status post on facebook that said "I don't know who my biological father is, but I must have his genes, because no one believes me when I say I'm 47" - this post was on my 47th birthday.

From this a gal I'd been FB friends with, but had never met in person, sent me a private message that she could help me find my father.  I told her it was highly unlikely as I didn't even know who he really was.  After telling her the story, she said "well lets find John Hampton, maybe he knows something"

I began to ping my mom with numerous questions.  I wanted to know more about Hampton, last known location, siblings, parents, graduation date, birthday, etc.  she responded with a simple text of Paul Rividge.  I was totally caught off guard, sitting at my desk at work, but knew, I knew exactly that after so many years of lies and stories to cover the truth, she was finally telling the truth.  See way back in my teen years when grandma told the REAL truth, she recalled a man named Paul, but that's about all she remembered. 

There is lots more to the story but needless to say, this gal in Iowa I'd never met, took this information and ran with it.  She was adamant that my mom had the spelling wrong.  And after questioning mom for more info, we came to realize he'd played in a band when he was 18ish.  That was a key piece of information as my friend started searching for garage bands, Indiana, 1960's.  And this is how she found him, and she was correct my mom had spelled his last name wrong.

According to my mom, she said last she heard he was into drugs and alcohol and had died of an overdose.  Looking back now I think this was just a ploy that she'd hoped would make me not look for him, if I thought he was dead.  WRONG!

Well we found him (or I should say my friend found him), and we (he and I) talked on the phone for the first time in September 2012.  We met for the first time Thanksgiving Week 2012. 

I've always felt like there was a part of me I knew nothing about, a biological void.  But now that void has been filled.  I wish he was living near us (he is in Southern IL), but its been wonderful getting to know him (we talk on the phone almost daily), he has been here to visit and we've gone there to visit.  But one of the best parts was having him here for my wedding in Sept2013. 

I admit I've been blessed to have had some wonderful father figures in my life, but it has truly been a blessing finding my biological father - and finally being able to call someone on Father's Day and wish him the best.




Thursday, June 12, 2014

Its been a while

golly its been, mmmm, almost 2yrs since I've posted anything to this blog...

Needless to say, lots has transpired in that almost two years....

One of the best things was, I got engaged (Feb2012) and then married (Sept2013)...

He and I met on line... I know don't gasp, its the new night club... I've never been one to hang in bars, well ok, not of late, maybe in my younger years.  We met on a FREE dating website, Plenty of Fish.

Oh sure you have to throw back a lot of unworthy catches, but, if you keep at it, you might find that perfect catch.  Now that's not to say HE is perfect, he isn't, but then, neither am I.... but he is perfect for me.

Kelly and I

We also added to our family... We already had Chance, our black lab.  He has grown into a fine dog... he is so beautiful, and I don't say that because he is mine, he truly IS beautiful... see for yourself!

Chance AKC name Chances BlackMagic
But we added Gibson.  Now we don't know what he is or truly how old he is, but my heart melted when I first saw his face.  A friend of ours found him in the middle of the road in a downpour.  He was full of ticks and fleas, but having a heart for animals, she scooped him up, cleaned him up, then posted his precious face on her FB page.  And my darling husband tagged me in the picture... it was hard to resist his face...
Gibson (hard to resist that face)
go on, you know you couldn't resist it either.  He was 4.5lbs when we got him a couple weeks before Christmas of 2013.  He is now about 25-30lbs and just a wonderful addition to the family.
Gibson (Easter 2014)
And miracle of all miracles... just after I stopped posting on my blog a life long dream came to reality.  Just about Sept2012 my mother finally told me the truth about my birth/biological father.  While a story for another post, for almost 47yrs I never knew who my real dad was, and for some reason, she finally decided I deserved to know the truth.  And with the help of a friend I found him.  He is alive and living in southern IL and we got to meet for the first time Thanksgiving weekend 2012.  Since then we've formed a great relationship, granted mostly over the phone, we talk almost daily, but until I can convince him to move to South Carolina, I've got to work with what I have.  He is a dear sweet kind-hearted man and I've come to realize where a lot of my personality and love of animals comes from!  Folks say I look a lot like him, I don't know, y'all can decide for yourself.
my daddy and I

So them's the highlights... and now that I find myself not gainfully employed, maybe I'll have more time to get all the chatter that rolls around in my head, out.


Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Attitude of Gratitude Aug 8, 2012

I am grateful for my long hair and the ability to do nothing with it when I don't feel like it.

I am grateful for Kim Bazzle - oh I'll be cursing her later when the DOMS really sets in, but I'm appreciating the push

I am grateful for the rain making the brown things look green again

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Attitude of Gratitude Aug 7, 2012

I am grateful for my kindness

I am grateful for Lucie and her post!

I am grateful for a hot shower

Monday, August 6, 2012

Attitude of Gratitude Aug 6, 2012

I am grateful that today I got up and did even though I didn't want to


I am grateful for Elisha for joining us yesterday for the play, it was great to see her



I am grateful for kleenex with lotion, for some reason my nose wants to run today



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Sunday, August 5, 2012

Attitude of Gratitude Aug 5, 2012

I am grateful for my improved self talk

I am grateful to the massage therapist... while I'm still sore I'm sure its less than what it would have been

I am grateful for the sense of togetherness our world feels during the Olympics, so grateful its something positive bringing us together not a tragedy

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Attitude of Gratitude Aug 4, 2012

I am grateful I honored myself and did my cardio

I am grateful for the gal at Sports Authority... saved me $25 today

I am grateful clean laundry