Flaming June's Love

I Love My Husband. I love him even on the days when I cant look at him for one more second. So tell me what is Valentines Day? I have my belief, It is the day when you tell the ones that you love that ... You Love Them. I tell Andy I love him everyday. Yup even more than once a day. In the middle of the night I tell him I love him. He may not hear me but I hear me. I tell him I love You on the phone when we are about to hang up. Then there are days we hang up and I say it and then say jerk.... I may not like him at that monet but dammit I Love him. My guy is in Arizona for business this week. He is working and he is having fun Im sure. I miss him. I want to tell him I love him. I love him for working for us. I love him for loving me when I am not terribly lovable. He loves our son, he loves my girls. He loves my family. He pays the bills, he makes "ends Meet" He makes me feel wanted, appreciated and valuable. So on this Valentines day I will get a card that says so...

Things look bleak, discouraged, disenchanted. A little hope and positive unity certainly cant hurt... so for those that dont agree on the political fine points please agree to give change a chance. I need to do more, big words without action is pride and self absorption, I dont want that to be me. I need courage and insight into what a change I can make even in small steps and doses. Because if Barack Obama says Yes We Can, I think I am going to believe him. Not because he is black or democrat, but because he holds my childrens future in his hands at this point. I dont want to fight or be a naysayer I want to be a positive voice in the process. Why does the attitude of hope and courage need to be looked down upon as futile and empty? I choose Hope tonight, for all of us.

I have been feeling this swirling heat, not quite nausea, but a fair mix of pride and anxiety. I feel an urgency to either be bursting with excitement for my nephew and an uncontainable fear for my entire family. My nephew Danny has joined the United States Marine Corps. He has not yet finished his first year of college but has committed the next 6 years of his life to serving his country. Is he answering a call of manhood to prove something to himself? Is he answering the inherent drive to go and be something bigger and better? I dont know, I dont know if he knows. What I do know is that his life will forever change on May 11 when he gets on the bus to go to Parris Island. He will return from there a different person. The reserved quiet respectable young man will come home, something else. That something else or that someone else is someone no one knows, we havent met him yet, Daniel Thadeaus Jones- The Marine, will come home and be a new man in our lives. I will love him, r...

I remember this was a poem that my brother Dave read as part of his toast at Ricks Wedding, It will always be that moment in time for me but such beautiful sentiment and love portrayed in the words, Maybe at my funeral, a good message to people I love and leave behind to keep on going and live life everyday. So ther said I now have three songs for my funeral Bob Dylan FOrever Young. Eva Cassidy somewhere over the rainbow Flogging Molly I know ther is more but man I am tired tonight. Love to all.

Yeah.. My thoughts while at the gym, I look around at the bodies running walking, stairmastering, I check out all the bodies and ask myself do I look like that woman? hmm, is my ass that big. OH GOD tell me I dont look like that one I should just take the bridge if that is me. I was on the treadmill, singing away ( I am sure to make sure the people around me have headphones on before I begin my singalong....) whn the woman next to me who was bigger than I am, ( I certainly woulnd be next to a skinny minnie it woul dmanke me feel worse LOL) anyway she is walking with a passion I dream of. FAST real fast walk. then I am walking sweating and sweating more. She picks up he speed, now the woman is walking like a pacer. SHe has a towel and wipes her brow. I know all the details because we are probably less than 5 feet apart. Not difficult to pick up on. I keep on my pace and maintain my decorum sweating but not a sopping mess, then she picks up the speed again. Now SOB is running. ...

My brother Danny had a Birthday yesterday. I didnt call him. I had my phone out and ready to go and then totally lost the thought. I love him, really alot. So in honor of the brother that has the pnly winter birthday here goes.... 5 things I like about Danny.... 1. He doesnt seem to have an argumentative bone in his body. I could say I was ready to hack away at my belly fat with a butter knife and he'd say "really?, hmmmm. well I dont know about that Suz?" 2. He raised his boys to be good men. Danny jr. is an eagle scout and always seems to have a gentle hand out to help someone. Danny is the same way, gentle, wachful, thoughtfu. 3. He is smart, but nobody would know it because he doesnt flaunt it. 4. He can run really long distances and is committed to the gym. At this stage of my gymdom that is really really cool. 5. He knows, along with my other brothers and my Mom the worst day of my life. And no matter how raw and exposed we all ere that day watching our D...