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squeaky shoes.

Know emptiness, Be compassionate. Thanksgiving was a lovely holiday here.  We ate in our newly decorated dining room and it worked  out beautifully.  We had everyone here and we ate well and desserted well and then wrapped it all up.  I missed my brother Rick and Dan but so is life. I know we would be together if we could be.  That is enough for me at this point. I walk and send out pictures to everyone of what Im seeing.  Just because I love it so much.  whether its the path in front of me the river behind me or the sun rising over the mountains.  I love what I see and LOVE the people in my life so, want to share it. Thats about all I can share with them.  The peace I can conjur on my walks is alot bigger than the pictures I can send them with a few short words. I walk and sing and nod to runners. I kick leaves, watch birds, and ask questions of myself and GOD. I laugh to myself, cry sometimes, and lose myself to the pou...

20 year old girls.

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Missi turned 20 yesterday.  She is beautiful and I love her.  We had a nice dinner and cake with ice cream.  sang to her and wished her a wonderful birthday.  What else can be said.  The world is her oyster, ready for her to take.  Just go get it it sweet Melissa. Christmas is coming. Thanks giving is Thursday. I think I have the seasonal spirit,, we will see when its time to begin shopping for sure.

If Missi were a show......

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I laugh totally out loud with this show, because THIS IS MY MISSI> looks like her, sounds like her, and most of all goofy, silly smart sassy MISSI

everyday...

In the movie, Sixth Sense at the end when the son and mother are in the car and he confesses his "sixth sense'.  He relays a message to his mother, from HER mother. He retells a time when the Mom was at her mothers graveside and asked her "Are you ever proud of me?, "  The son relays that the Grandmother responded with "everyday." That is often how I feel. I may not appreciate how fortunate I am, EVERYDAY. But I am proud of my children.  EVERYDAY. Now I am not as simple minded as you may think.  Do I get pissed off and wonder, "What the hell are you thinking?"  in reference to my children.  ALL THE TIME. But that is no different than any other parent wanting the best for their kids. I only want the greatest most exciting and rewarding things to come into their lives.  That said I have to understand that what I think is exciting and rewarding may not be for them.  Painful as it is, my experiences dont change the course my kids are going to t...

Purple mountains majesty.

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I haven't said too much about our trip to VEGAS. Best part by far...Danny. His flight was delayed by about 18 hrs but his arrival was still amazing.  Maybe better than if he arrived late the night before.  We were all around the pool at our resort and he walked into the pool area wearing mirrored sunglasses, red white and blue starred swimming trunks and a white tank t shirt.  He was carrying two cans of Budweiser and a a great big smile.  He was the most beautiful site I've seen in a long time. I went over and hugged him, told him I love him and just breathed him right in. All in one perfect piece. Nana hugged him and kissed him and told him how much she missed and loved him. Definitely a highlight of my life thus far. Other highlights... lying in the pool without looking for a six yr old.  My face to the sun and my mind clear. Hanging with Kaleigh. Allie and Danny and watching them make memories together.  I know I can be long gone and these kids...

Wanna walk and talk a bit?

Jo ann and I went for an early morning walk today.  It was a stellar morning and the light just perfect.  I havent been posting alot of pics lately so I am going to fill you up with the visuals fromthsi am. JoAnn and I a have been friends over ten years.  We starting to get to know each other about three years ago.  Her husband died, in her arms, at the age of 50 from a heart attack.  One minute doing dishes together in the kitchen next minute dead on the kitchen floor. Dramatic, but true. We rekindled our friendship one snowy day after Christmas when she showed up at our door, crying, and needing to see me. I hadn't seen she or Bob in a few years, but thought of them often concerning a new recipe, a good laugh, and the idea of a "perfect couple". I went to the door, and Jo was standing there in a snow storm crying and said "Bob is dead, I need to know if he is alright?" "You died when you had your heart attack, didn't you?, please tell me he is al...