Flaming June's Love

Happy Birthday Mom, You are seventy beautiful years even though we arent saying it out loud. I usually reminisce when it is someones birthday but this one is all about TODAY. We went out for dinner this evening for Moms Birthday. Andy, myself the girls their boyfriends. Aunt Cathy, Jack, and my brother Dave. Its all about living everyday for today. We had a really nice night. Jack was a very good boy. Although I wanted to have a big party for her "secret birthday" We are all going to Florida in June to celebrate together. I love my family. Nothing big and splashy. Just us, plain, simple and really lucky to have our Mom. So as I head to sleep, I am grateful to have my Mom as my Mom and even moreso I am so grateful to have realized what a great friend I have in her. Love you Mom today and everyday. Happy Birthday, and maybe next year when you are 63? we can have a big party?!

If you live in my house the secret has been out for some time. If you do not live in my house you may be surprised to hear this. I am convinced that the end of the way of life as we know it is very near. I am not saying I am predicting a date or time but I have been researching the latest catastrophes and the state of our economy both here and abroad and it is all pointing to the same thing. The end of our "easy" way of life is right around the corner. I have been stocking up on food and supplies for the day when my family will be moving to a home we have in the mountains where we will survive. I may be nutz with a capitol N. I may be afraid of the potential loss of control of my little bubble world. I am afraid of these things but not soo afraid that I am going to let my family not be prepared. As well as I can. My husband has been supportive. Finding a generator, and encouraging my ideas of how and where the staples of living are going to come from. I may not be ready t...

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...