Flaming June's Love

Yeah so the anniversary month from hell is almost over. I am kinda sad that Jacks birthday will always be attached to some really shitty things but then again there is always a bright part to my bad month forever. I am officially on the planet three years longer than I really should be. Now if you ask GOD He will tell you that everything happensed exactly as is was supposed to happen but if you talk to anyone else that was around there int hat hospital they will have another story. I remember that day was a Thursday and I breast fed Jack for the first and only time that day. I knew I was having trouble breathing and feeling really fatigued, but who would have thought that. I dont want to hash it all back up again I really need not be that person anymore I guess. I dont want to to be that person anymore. I dont want to think that everytime I feel a twinge or short of breath or indigestion I am about to drop dead but truly it is a little hard to let go of sometimes. ok so why am I g...

Had a great day and our boy is now a three year old. He got so many car items and he loves them. I am attaching some of them here. Love to all of you and I will write more soon.

OK so do you remember riding your bike? If you havent done it in a while I tell you it is not, I REPEAT the same as when you were twelve. This event happened about a week ago but just had the thought pop back on into town, (You know my brain...) OK so I am riding along the dike,? dyke? (spelling wrong, political fopah IM sure, sorry...) anyway along the river with my boy on the back and the path is maybe ten feet wide. Yeah thats wide... well put a three year old on the back that cant sit still and points and yells at every bird and remarks about all the aiwwpwaayyyyssss (c'mon thats airplane..) He is a wiggling jostling turbo back there and I cant see him except a shadow occasionally depending on the direction we are riding. So I am not a confident bicyclist, maybe 4 on the scale of one to ten. Fine with just Jack and I, but.... damn put someone else up there coming the other way and I turn into a wobbling feet dragging wining ooohhhnooo person. OKL to get to the point th...

I have been stirring and wrenching a thought through my head all day and how to put it into words is going to take a bit of imagery on the readers part but bear with me... I have been wrangling the whole time and space continuum for a while now. The concept of time overlapping on itself and just layering memories and happenings like a burritto? Her goes my theory.... I imagine my memories and thoughts and lifetime something of layers rising from the ground and becoming lighter as they get older until they get so light and whispy that they just float and fluff above our heads until they get stirred by whatever might be happening that day and they lilt down to our consciousness if only for a few seconds and they lift again to higher place. They dont become any less or more of anything just further away and more difficult to reach. Take for instance something that happened yesterday may be close to the ground in memories and can be recalled by my very walking about the house and ther...

OK I can whine and cry and be bitter and shit but I am not doing it today. I did post some videos of my favorite memories of my Dad and to be honest I think Davey will be the only one to get them all. I can say each of them represents the most important things to him and some of the biggest hings he meant to me. Thew first of course was an eent that only we can get. The night before I got married my dad had the greatest and most heartfelt laugh I think in his life, Simply put at the expense of no one. Hakuna Matata was his mantra . It remained that way for the rest of his life, and probably ours. The next is wipeout. He was an amazing drummer and could rip this up like no one else. A few beats of wipeout and I smile no matter where or when it will be him to me. The next is Pat Boone, he would sing to my Mom in the house and he loved to tell us all he sounded just like him. I believe the oke is my Mom may have at one time in her youth told him he sounded like Pat Boone and He ne...