Flaming June's Love

I haven't written in a while, I have alot to say, but where to begin? In order to keep this record of my life accurate I should just spill it all out. Then again, I can write what I want. Ill just start... and see whee we go. I went to the flower show in Philadelphia with my dear friend Joann. We chatted, and enjoyed the nice weather and looked at flowers. It was good to get away, but good to get on home again. Took Jack for a long walk yesterday to the river and around the cemetery. He listened to me, we walked a long way. He talked about what he saw, asked questions, observations, read the letters on the way and was truly a pleasure to be with. I am going to be honest here, maybe too honest. This is one of the first times that I can say we had an uneventful outing. I totally enjoyed him, the entire time. Dont take it wrong I ALWAYS LOVE HIM> What can I say? Just dont always have all the patience or understanding to make an event enjoyable. He is making such great improveme...

I will marry James Franco. I didnt see any of the nominated movies. I will marry James Franco. Her dress is not that great but certainly better than my t shirt and sweatpants. I will marry Mark Wahlberg too. Ann Hathaway is fist pumping to Tom hanks and shouting woohoo!

How do you spend your weekend? This is how I spend my weekend. Jack and Andy. I like my weekends with the boys. We spent Saturday going to soccer, out to lunch and hanging around the house. Today we were couch potatoes then the boys went to Lowes which is their weekend excursion and then basement soccer. He is a beautiful boy that I cant live without. His Daddy is pretty cool too.

My son... whose father is a dark eyed, dark haired man. My brother... Who doesn't have children of his own. I was looking at some old pictures and couldn't believe how much they look alike. What is the message there? What is God trying to tell me as I see my brother in my sons face.? I imagine Jack as a grown man and can see so many different ways for his life to go. I have thought of how he is somewhat of an only child and may feel separate from the rest of the kids. I dont ever want him to feel as if he doesn't belong. He is the youngest of the seven grandchildren but so very loved. How interesting the genetics are that run so deep. Our son so similar to a brother that loves him so very much. A boy that is sometimes misunderstood, connected to an Uncle that lives for understanding how we are all connected. What does it mean? Well we are connected, tied together, when you think you are alone, look in the mirror and see your family looking back at you. Your blue eyes...

I reached for sleep and drew it round me like a blanket muffling pain and thought together in the merciful dark. Mary Stewart I have always loved to sleep. The reason for my desire to sleep has been ever changing. As a teenager I remember falling asleep and waking in the same position, my blankets hardly moved. That was good sleep. I would not want to get up in the morning and my father would come in and literally pull me out of bed onto the floor. He didnt care if I was complaining or not, he would pull off the blankets and out I would come. I loved to hate that. I Love to remember those mornings now. When I was married to Tim I would spend my evenings alone, watching tv. He was tired and I was lonely. I would sleep most nights on the couch because I didnt want to lie next to him and have his back to me all night. It was sad. I remember not wanting to sleep because I didnt want to wake up in the morning to my life being the same. That is sad too. Then I recall a period of t...

I am 44 years old. Since 1983, lets see, I have fallen in love. I have gone on vacations. I have carried children in my body and given birth to them. I have held women's hands as they gave birth to their own children. I have watched people cry, laugh, love and be afraid. I myself have been broken hearted, more than once. Yet the joys in my life have far far outweighed those down times. I remember a day in January as a junior in High School. It had been a snow day but we all were at the High School gym at a wrestling match. I was at the time hanging around with my neighbor Greg. We would go out together to parties or just hang out on his porch and talk. That night we went to the wrestling match and were pseudo-snuggling in the bleachers with a gang of kids. I remember going out to the hallway outside the gym together and heading outside to have a smoke. (yes in those days you could smoke on school property at any age!) As we stood outside a group of girls came up to us and...

This handsome guy I met online. I saw his picture with this smile and those dimples and just had to have him. Well life has been exciting and interesting and frustrating and right to the edge of living and dying with him. Some days I can leave him and feel as if I would never look back. Other days I cant take my eyes off him and he makes me laugh until I cry. We spent our 24 hours together away in New Hope. I enjoyed every minute of it. We talked, and talked. and listened. We actually didnt talk about the kids either. We talked about what each of else thinks about , books we are reading, the people we saw, food and drink we were having. Antiques we saw, things from our past and things we want in the future. It was a needed getaway. He is beautiful, smarter than anyone I know. He is totally in Love with me. Ha, funny but true. Okay so we all know in a few days when things get a little rough, Ill be ready to bail. He wont let me. Im glad for that. Love my Mr T. love his dimples even...