Flaming June's Love

Just a quick observation... blogs are about food, knitting or about being saved. No doubt all of these things are great and I would love to have any of the three as a larger part of my life but... Where are the blogs from Moms that are struggling with working and keeping a clean house. How bout the women that have too few women friends but more than enough dishes and ideas. That is my next blogs name. Equal number of dirty dishes as dreams. hmm. I like it.

I woke this morning as I do most every morning. Our son wrestles the doorknob a bit and swings the door wide open and anounces "The sun is up Mommy its TIIIIMMMME!" Andy and I are well aware of what time it is- It is DAYTIME!!!! Yes for Jack Daytime is a new start. Fresh bright full of possibilities. His joyful chatter about blankets, kitty cats, getting into bed with us "IN DA MIDDLE Mom" As both Andy and I move to our perspective sides of the bed to let the whirling blonde hair and race car jammies find his fumfy schpott. (comfy spot, for those of you that do not speak Jackanese) There must be room for the kitty and blanket in order to achieve full fumfy potential. Then jack will lie there between us and be quiet. My eyes are usually closed but I face him. Since we have not come to a place to cover the windows in our bedroom the morning sun pours in and lands directly on our bed by 730. I can open my eyes and see his face, all round and clear. His eyes wi...

I havent mentioned much about Christmas while blogging. I really havent been motivated to blog. I am sitting in the family room tonight after teaching an evening class and just admiring the Christmas tree. I have posted a pic of our tree so you can get a feel for how IMPORTANT the THINGS ARE. I am sitting here and can actually SEE LOVE dripping from our tree. Twenty five years of accumulated Love are hung from every available branch. Betty my Mother in Law that passed away in the summer gave Tim and I an ornament every year. Then when the girls came along they got one as well. She enjoyed the Christmas around the world catalogs and would send us a special one every year. Sadly to say we have had "TREE ACCIDENTS" many years and sometimes more than once a year so we have lost more than we have at this point. Bu the wooden reindeer and jeweled crosses and wooden plaid bears were from her. There are ornaments for the girls from MaryEllen that are decorated with Precious mom...

I have alot to think about. I do know a few things. My daughters are my courage. My son is my challenge. My husband is my bittersweetness. My mother is my reminder. My brothers are my past. My job is my out. I had a beautiful Christmas, I am now typing on my beautiful new Dell laptop. I will be able to blog anytime I want. As long as I find something to say.

I dont know what that title means but it sounds intriguing. I have alot of titles that would make for an awesome post I just dont have the conversation to complete the tag. How about The last thing i wished for.... The last thing I didnt want to happen but did was.... When I looked in your eyes the last time I saw.... I laughed so hard it made me cry... I stepped off the plane and... I got into my car and went... You were the reason I... And one of my favorite non existent posts... You know its true, you just havent digested it yet. Hmm. I have so much to write about, Christmas shopping, Thanksgiving that came and went. Jacks progress, Missi's college search. Allies trials and tribulations at College. My struggle with preholiday blues. Also the ticking of our families clock on the next disaster to hit. I am hearing it. I feel it in my bones. I dont want it, dread it but know it is coming. The night my Mom called from the hospital that Dad was fine but in the ER, I turned direct...

I heard the guy from the south that is a comedian. That is NOT WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT. If you couldnt speak and had to communicate with people by holding up one sign with one sentence or sentiment written on it, what would your sign say.? Im Sorry. You are Loved. There is always Hope. Try Again. Call your Mother. Forgive yourself. I see your beauty from here. It is true. I am valuable. I am fragile. I am smiling inside. I will be your friend. Let it go. Choose, then move on. Take a deep breath. Make a list. Write it down. It feels better once on the outside of your head. HuG ME!!!