Flaming June's Love

I took Jack to my cousins house today to "play" with his cousin Emma who is 5 months older than he. It was interesting to say the least. Jack was bold, sassy, and a real Bugger! He touched everything that looked worth more than 100 bucks in the first thirty seconds. She had two snowmen propped up against the flat screen tv and yup he walked over and pushed them both over with a clang against the screen. I was there in no time and told him no no and apologized to my cousin. No problem. He kept rolling along and opened her kitchen cabinets, picked up shoes, and took toys away from baby Emma. She screamed Jack ran away and I went after him. It was truly a disaster. I stayed 20 minutes and left with my head down. I hope this is a phase. I hope hope hope .

I have been random blog reading this evening and find that my problem has not been what I have been writing it is moreso what I have not been writing. What am I afraid of? well, I guess people I know and dont know passing judgement on the feelings I may convey. So.. Fair warning... If you are reading and dont want to possibly find out something that Ive done said, thought or may think do or write about STOP READING NOW Very egotisitical of me to think what I may write could effect someone else but I have found out somethings about myself in the past year and I may as well share them with.... myself?! 100 things about me.. 1. I have blue eyes. 2. I have a third nipple. 3. I have three kids. 4. I have been pregnant 5 times. 5. I have been in love 5 times. 6. I believe you can love someone without them loving you back. 7. I lost my virginity at 15 to a drunk friend of my brothers, bad thing. 8. I made love the first time at 18 with my first husband. good thing. 9 I felt prettiest in m...

MaryEllen passed away yesterday morning. I got a call from John around 8 am and he said he thought she was going. I ran down the street and got in her room and she was gone. I told him that and he didnt believe or couldnt believe. He has been in such denial through the whole ordeal and he broke. truly broke. I stayed for the morning until Jackie got home and the boys. We waited for the coroner and then we started to relax a bit. They were drinking since 8 in the morning so I just sat with them for the day. John asked that I do the reading at church and of course I said yes. I will do it for her sake but I am not excited about the priest at the church. I dont have any pics to post tonight. I guess Im not much into the blogger thing lately. I hope to get back to work soon now that my stuff is not much pending as it was. I have lost 7 pounds and feel better already.

That really sounds cruel doesnt it? I am not a snob really but I was raised in NJ and moved to PA before I got divorced in order to be closer to my parents. My extended family was born and raised here in Northeast PA. This is new land, untamed country and home of the hennaville. I love them truly couldnt get better wholesome people. I find their company funny and filled with the finest things hard work and family. The entertainment is the language, and the high value of a "good drinkin night". The cousins asked Andy if I had a "pass" for the night to get out with them for a night of good drinkin. Of course hubby said yes but I wouldnt go. First of all I cant drink like that anymore, ( about 8 years ago I used to go out every weekend see where that got me) I dont want to spend all night in the smoke and I dont have the tolerance. I hope to spend a night with myhusband soon to a nice bar and have a few cocktails with friends should be next weekend or the nex...

All is well in the world, even the small bubble world here. I worked for a woman about 15 years ago who was self described as an odditySh was the founder and ceo of a drug and alcohol treatment center. She was an alcoholic with 40plus years of sobriety. She had her hair done everyday, wore a dress to work and insisted that the women that worked for her (and yes we worked FOR her) did the same. If my hair grew longer than my collar I wore it up, nails short, no perfume but had to wear makeup. Skirts not above the knee, and hose was mandatory. Why am I going into detail about the details. That was her motto details, details, details. I am not feeling up to par today and lying on the couch. Why? hmmm. I am not in the details. Geraldine O Delaney would totter in here and kick my sweet little ass. Life is in the details. I was 24 years old and had Allie at home with a sitter. I would drive from PA to NJ to work the 3-11 shift for this woman. Her facility is still one of the mo...

Well the holidays are officially over and I am still breathing and feeling. I have anticipated the death of my parents since I was a child. I think everyone as a young one thinks aboutt the day their mom might die or their father. Almost like the day you have children or get married or something, because they are such turning points in your life. Anyway I always thought my life would just be over when that day arrived. I have felt that feeling that nothing is as good without my dad but I survived this dreaded holiday and we did alright. Last night my daughter had her girlfriends over and they played cards and did 15 yo girl stuff. Allie and her boyfriend went to her friends house for a "couples" party. Mom was, or seemed alright with being home and listening to records and reminiscing I think. I am sure it is a terrible thing to think back on almost 50 years with someone then spend your first alone. I would haver been with her but she wanted to be alone. So I was he...

I received alot of nice things this holiday season. I am posting some pics of my favorite things. My inlaws came over last night and we exchanged gifts. They have always been very generous to me and the girls even though they are not their biological grandchildren. Jack is the apple of their eyes though. They brought thoughtful gifts for the girls and Andy and I. My father in law is an avid collector as am I. I love antiques and the history behind any piece of furniture, jewelry, china, literature, anything old. He knows this and brought me a wonderful gift. It is an antique rocker built in 1830. The chair is so comfortable I cannnot put into words. It seems to fit my body perfectly. There is not a single squeak and my feet touch the floor perfectly for a rocker. It is painted blue with natural oak arms. I absolutlely adore it and cant wait to rock our boy in it tonight. I sat there before and just imagined the Mothers before me for generations rocking their babies that ...