Flaming June's Love

Define crazy. That was a crazy good time. Her hair was crazy curly. I had some crazy dreams last night. I was so pissed I went all crazy on him. I wanted to leave my baby at the mall. I looked over the side of the bridge and wondered how long til I hit the water. Pulling into the airport and NOT have a return flight ticket, then watch the prepaid flight takeoff without you. Crazy weather we're having today. My dream of someday being alone in an apartment in ANY city, dressing in clothes that are comfortable, not necessarily matching, learning to finally play any instrument, and crochet, and paint my first painting. Chat with people in parks, ride my bike-without a helmet so I hear the world rush by in my long grey hair. Big salad for lunch, pancakes for dinner.  30 different flavors of teas in the cupboard but only drink one.  Never call anyone, unless I have something really amazing to say.  I hate obligatory phone calls.  Spend days with the same perso...

Swimming naked in Mountain lake with the Pearages and Jones's an hour or two before dawn? Running through Neptune NJ, after my friend Diane when she failed out of Nursing School? Going for a ride on the back of a motorcycle, with a "friend" all along the beach in NJ, then telling them< "ILL never see you again, you know that right?"? Smoking cigarettes with drug addicts and alcoholics, and having some of my best conversations? Sitting next to Betty Ford for dinner and showing her pictures of my daughters? Drinking beer in Amy's basement at 17 and dancing around to Rick Springfield and Pat Benatar? Looking for a date on a dating site, to just "Mess around with once a week" ? Then marrying him? Skinny dipping in the pool out the mountain after too much beer, but even more laughs? Driving around tims apartment in the middle of the night, spying on him, becasue I just couldnt STEP away? Are these all of  uhh yeah?'s....nope. But for ...

Jack and I went to church on Easter Sunday morning.  I know that shouldn't be a big deal since he goes to Catholic school and I like to consider myself,,, spiritual. We were lying in bed, the three of us, as usual. And I was thinking about what needed to be done for dinner to get finished.  Two sleepy eyed boys snuggled in the bed arms, legs, and lots of hot breath. I was thinking about the show The Bible that I have been watching and how thoughts of Jesus have been creepin ginto my everyday life since.  Silly times of the day.. Jesus and God have been a part of my life.  The thought of Jesus as a prophet, just a prophet? or the Son Of God? While I was in the grocery store the other day an older woman who was dirty and alone.  Not a sweet old lady, but a dirty, smelly, aparantly mean lady. How easy it would be to be nice to the sweet old lady, how hard it is to be pleasant to the dirty mean one.? Is the message from Jesus to be generous kind to EV...