tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55229520070319058032024-02-20T02:29:31.092-08:00Redhead RamblingsThoughts about life and love from a small town Texas girl. Ginger Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11201675754892093504noreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522952007031905803.post-1689437859090573742016-04-27T14:40:00.004-07:002016-04-27T14:40:40.871-07:00I Am, I'm Not I'm a list maker. There's nothing quite like making a list of things to do and checking them all off the list when you are done!
I currently have the following lists on sticky notes in my desk or in one of my journals at home: to-do list, bucket list, birthday list, grocery list, plans for the future list and so on. I even have a few "pros" and "cons" lists on Ginger Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11201675754892093504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522952007031905803.post-6017949362310043082016-01-12T14:56:00.003-08:002016-01-14T08:34:23.954-08:00Just stop... Perspective. It's funny how we roll through our daily lives without a true perspective on the importance of what we are doing. Perspective almost always comes to us when we least expect it.
Three days ago, my perspective on life changed. I really didn't understand why at first, but I now know it was meant to change on that day.
I began thinking about my Ginger Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11201675754892093504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522952007031905803.post-1629254278910060162015-12-30T10:53:00.000-08:002015-12-30T10:53:03.025-08:00Resolutions, the Cowboys and a birthday, oh my! *The following is from my weekly column, published in The Red River Sun newspaper.
My New Year's resolution is simple. I will not make any New Year's resolutions! Personally, I cannot think of a more stressful way to begin a new year than to stare at a list of things I need to do. Don't get me wrong, there are a lot of things I would like to do or would like to Ginger Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11201675754892093504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522952007031905803.post-39743052056963206322015-11-11T12:04:00.001-08:002015-11-11T12:04:12.334-08:00Keep calm, it's just a cup!
Social media erupted this past weekend when Starbucks unveiled their new cup design for the holiday season. Former evangelist Joshua Feuerstein was appalled the cup lacked the traditional snowflakes and ornaments and encouraged Christians everywhere to boycott the company. Feuerstein claims Starbucks is waging a "War on Christmas" and is trying to take Christ out of Christmas. As a Christian, IGinger Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11201675754892093504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522952007031905803.post-22012256656614406282015-10-11T19:51:00.000-07:002015-10-11T20:05:32.531-07:00A letter to Cowboy haters
Okay. I get it. You hate the Dallas Cowboys. It is evident
by the repeated posts on social media throughout the week leading up to Sunday.
You post anti-Cowboy memes and share hate filled posts from other Cowboy
haters. You post more anti-Cowboy photos than you do of your family.
When the Cowboys win, you are suddenly missing in action from social
media. You are nowhere to be found.Ginger Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11201675754892093504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522952007031905803.post-52767424322577469902015-10-08T20:00:00.002-07:002015-10-08T20:16:26.878-07:00It's about time Seven weeks ago today, we pulled away from our daughter's college campus. As we drove away, my husband rolled down the window and hollered, "We love you" in a cracking voice. As we left the parking lot, my emotions got the best of me. I felt like someone had punched me in the gut.
Two hours later, we arrived at home and walked into the house for the first time as Ginger Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11201675754892093504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522952007031905803.post-50836837485420211372015-10-01T19:46:00.001-07:002015-10-01T19:51:57.402-07:00A fool in need of an attitude change I am in desperate need of an attitude change. STAT! For the past couple of weeks, I have developed a sour attitude to several things and let me tell you...I DO NOT LIKE MYSELF!
I find this very disturbing for a number of reasons.
1. It's not like me to just be mad at the world.
2. It's my favorite season of all...Fall and football! How can I be upset at anything?!
3. MyGinger Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11201675754892093504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522952007031905803.post-67086207986202381472015-08-19T11:59:00.002-07:002015-08-19T11:59:13.072-07:00To everything, a season The day I've been dreading for the past 18 years is finally here. On Thursday, we will load my daughter's belongings into her car and take her to college. It's a day she's been anticipating and one I've put in the back of my mind, hoping it would not arrive as fast as it has. I've watched her prepare for college all summer long. From orientation to picking out bedding Ginger Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11201675754892093504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522952007031905803.post-90025970366578790142015-08-03T18:09:00.001-07:002015-08-03T18:09:31.119-07:00A day at the beach
As I stood barefoot in the sand, the warm
and salty water of the Gulf of Mexico washed over my feet. Just as quickly as
the waves rushed in, they flowed back into the Gulf only to do it all over
again.
The sun was beaming down on me, but a cool
breeze blowing off the water made for a perfect evening. There were a few boats
off in the distance and as far as the eye Ginger Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11201675754892093504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522952007031905803.post-8637315331858798692015-07-28T07:36:00.000-07:002015-07-28T07:36:48.957-07:00We're going to Jackson When planning our vacation, we decided driving all day wasn't so much fun last year, so we broke our trip up just a bit. Our first stop put us in Jackson, Mississippi where we stayed one night. Thanks to the song by Johnny Cash and June Carter-Cash, I sang, "We're going to Jackson...." many times during our brief stay. It's one of those get in your head kind of songs!
&Ginger Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11201675754892093504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522952007031905803.post-67444936626038411522015-07-22T19:49:00.003-07:002015-07-22T19:49:55.551-07:00How do you want to be remembered?
My closet is full of t-shirts related to our town's mascot. Almost everyone of them has a catch phrase or slogan that holds meaning to the team that particular year. As I was looking through a large stack, I found one that read, "How do you want to be remembered?" I sat the shirt aside, but for the rest of the day, I kept thinking about the slogan and wondered how I would be Ginger Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11201675754892093504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522952007031905803.post-84246858769043230082015-07-08T12:26:00.001-07:002015-07-08T12:26:14.881-07:00The Playlist of my Life I have several friends who are really big on making playlists for every occasion in life. I'm always quite impressed with the end result and appreciate the time that goes into creating a one of a kind creation to commemorate the event.
While listening to online radio at work, I began thinking about the music that was playing and what songs I would select for a playlist Ginger Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11201675754892093504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522952007031905803.post-65471525934407863422015-07-01T05:17:00.002-07:002015-07-01T05:17:31.985-07:00Chasing the elusive white ball…
In an attempt to share my husband's love of golf, I've tried numerous times to play the sport. I think I've only made it through eighteen holes a handful of times before I got completely frustrated and traded the clubs in for driving the golf cart. That, I'm good at! Golf appears to be the easiest sport on the planet…until you step into the tee box. There Ginger Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11201675754892093504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522952007031905803.post-71319647342069596122015-06-03T13:33:00.001-07:002015-06-03T13:33:50.564-07:00Sweet Summertime My heart belongs to Fall, but Summer ranks a close second. Summer always brings back memories of being a kid and having the time of your life for three whole months!
I love the sounds and the smells of the season. Fresh cut grass, flowers and tanning oil. Wouldn't that make a great Scentsy?! Although I'm not a fan of the scorching heat (A fair-skinned redhead and the Ginger Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11201675754892093504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522952007031905803.post-72445525712896278902015-06-01T19:38:00.003-07:002015-06-01T19:38:21.367-07:00What are you doing tomorrow? Tomorrow is full of promises. A new day. A new chance to right the wrongs of today. It's fresh, it's clean and a new start. No wonder the phrase "I'll do it tomorrow" exists. Sometimes, tomorrow looks so much better than today
I'm a doer of the things that have to be done today. As far as those things that do not require my immediate attention, yep...I'll do it Ginger Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11201675754892093504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522952007031905803.post-80270756646364310182015-05-25T19:40:00.003-07:002015-05-25T19:40:45.227-07:00To the class of 2015
When I walked a cute, brown-eyed, redheaded little girl into kindergarten on her first day of school, it seemed like the year 2015 was light years away. Little did I realize how quickly time would pass.
In just four short days, that not-so-little anymore redheaded girl will walk across the stage and receive her diploma. Her and the rest of her classmates will close a chapter of their Ginger Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11201675754892093504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522952007031905803.post-71985110059078255132015-04-16T19:20:00.002-07:002015-04-16T19:20:32.802-07:00What are you doing with your 1440? A song came on the radio the other day that I've heard many times. As I sang along, one of the lyrics really stood out to me. It was from the song "Suds in the Bucket" by Sara Evans. The line that really grabbed my attention was, "And no you can't fence time...."
Wouldn't it be great to be able to fence time? When life seems like it is going to fast, you could justGinger Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11201675754892093504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522952007031905803.post-31582148802457462032015-03-15T14:14:00.002-07:002015-03-15T14:14:46.179-07:00The Dress I've managed to keep one article of clothing from when I was a little girl. It's a "Sunday" dress my grandmother made for me when I was a third grader. I think I've held on to it for so long because it's a connection to her.
Although the fabric is faded from the past 34 years, the stitching is still as strong as it was then. The red ribbon is still secured in a knot Ginger Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11201675754892093504noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522952007031905803.post-30971642864284456402015-02-10T16:48:00.003-08:002015-02-10T16:48:49.508-08:00The hardest part is the climb For the record, I have never been a fan of roller coasters. Ever! I'll admit, watching from the safety of the flat ground intrigued me and I thought it would be cool to be a roller coaster fanatic.
Over the years, I've gathered the courage to ride a few. Once I got to the platform and it was my turn to go through the turnstile, my stomach was in knots. When I sat in the Ginger Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11201675754892093504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522952007031905803.post-38010182278599631962015-01-25T18:35:00.001-08:002015-01-25T18:35:29.068-08:00Beautiful you One morning while getting ready for work, I realized how much I was picking myself apart while standing in front of the mirror. I started with one physical trait and it snowballed from there. I remembering muttering something like, "Oh, well.." and walked out the door on my way to the office.
The more I thought about the things I had said to myself that morning, the moreGinger Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11201675754892093504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522952007031905803.post-20046377552172147572015-01-14T18:01:00.002-08:002015-01-14T18:09:40.129-08:00Confessions of an insomniac I have never been one of the "lucky ones" who fall asleep as soon as their head hits the pillow. My husband's head hits the pillow and it's goodnight, adios, see 'ya in the morning!
As soon as I close my eyes at night, my mind begins spinning like a washing machine! Some of the most random thoughts flow through my mind, all of which have nothing to do with sleeping! Ginger Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11201675754892093504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522952007031905803.post-75006199333436919682015-01-07T19:47:00.003-08:002015-01-07T19:47:35.672-08:00Me and Mrs. C Throughout our lives, we meet people who leave lasting impressions on us. Today was the day I met a woman I will never forget.
Shirl Campbell (better known in our area as Mrs. C) writes a column for our newspaper. Her column is a mixture of humor, patting people on the back and telling it like it is. I read her column each week and laugh, cry and have even shouted Ginger Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11201675754892093504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522952007031905803.post-36907338986796283562014-12-29T19:06:00.004-08:002014-12-29T19:06:53.855-08:00What I've learned in 2014
The older I get, the more I reflect on the passing of each year. I find myself enjoying the little moments more than I did when my kids were little. Life was so rushed then and I know I failed to stop and enjoy everything like I should have. Now I have a senior in the house and I am soaking up each and every single minute.
I learned a lot about myself this past year. I've Ginger Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11201675754892093504noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522952007031905803.post-88028725835852705072014-12-19T17:05:00.001-08:002014-12-19T17:05:05.737-08:00Heart of a champion Watching sports, you can always tell the player who has a lot of heart. The player who doesn't know the meaning of the word quit. The player who most of the time isn't the best athlete, but competes like they are. All these are what I see as traits of a champion.
I have the privilege of knowing a young man with the biggest heart of anyone I've ever known. He always has aGinger Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11201675754892093504noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522952007031905803.post-59501247787134985952014-12-04T08:03:00.003-08:002014-12-04T08:03:43.305-08:00My Christmas Top 5 I could have made a Christmas Top 100 list, but I thought I would stick with ten! Here are the top five things I love most about Christmas.
1. The meaning. A baby born in a stable who would become the light of the world. A baby who would one day give his life for a world full of sinners. The most amazing gift of all.
2. I could sit in my den and look at our Christmas tree for Ginger Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11201675754892093504noreply@blogger.com0