Flaming June's Love

The pic of the girls makes them look "tough" that is as tough as they get pretty funny I think at 7 am before school. The other pic is of Allie and her BF Joey. He is away at college but will be home for the holidays . Hes a good kid so I dont complain.

Was invited to and enjoyed attending a cookie party. Yup cookies by the dozen. I makde eight dozen cookies, one for each person attending and they each did the same. We all arrive at Alice's house and exchange our dozens and everyone goes home with eight dozen different cookies for the holidays. What is the good part well we drank wine and talked and drank wine and giggled and laughed out loud and reminisced. All good things at this point. Jack has been sick the past week with a wicked ear infection which made him even more of a bugger in the sleep area. He is right now up in our bed with Daddy. They are snuggled under the blankets with the arms over their heads identical. He looks more like his Dad everyday and I like it. The only thing distinctive of me is the blue eyes. I hope to attach a recent photo. The girls are fine Missi is at a sleepover and Allie got kicked last night while cheering . She has a sore chest muscle and is having trouble raising her arm. I had ...

I am in very bad space today. I miss my father in a desperate way. I am feeling his absence more and more everyday. What hit me today I dont know. I guess the holidays arent helping but my down time is consumed by thoughts of What is he thinking ? where is he? Is he afraid or lonely? My faith has taught me since childhood that heaven is a paradise that words cant explain. I believe, but how can he be without us and still be happy? We were his whole life, my children, my mother my brothers their families. He didnt go a day without a call or something concerning all of us. The last few days of his life he fought hard to stay. I knew he wasnt ready. The last day he was peaceful. But I held his hand and didnt want to let him go. How do you say goodbye to someone that was an example of courage and grace. A daily reminder of what I wanted to be. My Dad was raised by his single mother who had him at 40 y.o. He didnt have a dad (living) and was on his own for his upbringing. ...

Allie and I go tot he mall. I have 100 dollars to spend on me. That never happens, I always spend it on something or someone else. So I go directly to my fav store, B Moss. OK so the secret is out I am a yuppie dressing scarf wearing hat donning 40 yr old woman. I love the sweaters that are turtleneck, wide legged wool pants, vests, and a cool hat. I am famous for my black beret, you know you have to feel those things in order to wear them. So we are eagerly shopping me in the size 12 and up , she in the 3,5's. ( lttle shit!!!!) I ask her If she felt that? felt what that that that whooosh I utter whooosh and it comes from the back to the front, cool tight air, champagne bottle whoosh I feel the urge to grab my 5'8" baby and dive under the rack of knee length wrap around grey sweaters. I look around everyone is looking at each other and we all grin and hold badk the OH SHIT LETS RUN My take charge gal says Mom put everything down lets get out of here and into the...

She appears to be looking at me- she knows everything and says its ok. Do the best you can and everything will be alright. This is a photo of a stained glass window. I found it obscurely and love her. She might be a little sad but that is her. all is well.