Flaming June's Love

The cursed soccer Mom. Close your eyes. (ok open them so you can read what I've got in my head...) Imagine the perfect soccer Mom. She is pretty, smiling, well dressed, but not over done.  Makeup on, but not too much. Car is clean, or should I say the minivan is clean. Knows everyones schedule, all five of her children are fed, washed, homeworked and eager to practice. She knows all the other Moms that walk on, near, or across the field. Everyone wants to be like her, or near her, or share coffee with her.  Because she has it all together. After years of running my girls around all of Wilkes Barre for softball, and soccer, and cheerleading and 6am swimming practice, I have the driving to Godawful places and crazy hours down pat. I never totally got the SOCCER MOM THING. I guess I was in self preservation mode at the time since I was a young, divorced, single Mom of two teen girls that were attending Catholic HS. I was a pariah. Then as I was driving my gals aro...

I have an amazing dog named Honey.  She is a beautiful, calm, friendly Lab/retriever mix.  When Tim moved out and our black lab Petey boy died, I felt I OWED it to the girls to get another dog. They used to make up songs about the dog they wanted before we even got her. "We love you honey, you are so funny, and we will love you more than a bunny. You'll be so pretty And when you shittty we will clean it up." Well it was a totally convincing song and they were so darn cute, and heartbroken, and I would have done ANYTHING to fix them. So we went to the pet store and I bought the dog they wanted. Needless to say they love her, she is so pretty, much cuter than a bunny. But they DO NOT PICK UP DOG POOP. Here is where the title of this post comes in ANDY. We got Honey the Dog and Andy the same year. I picked up Andy online in January and we got Honey in March.  So they came together. Guess who picks up the dog shit?  ANDY. I often say to Honey, wh...

Tonight is the first Blue Moon, in like forever. Well after googling Blue Moon it turns out to be NOT THAT RARE. It certainly isnt a Haleys Comet, kind of rare. It is the second full moon of a single month. Which I enjoyed reading had/has something to do with old proverbs in the bible.  The timing of Easter has to do with lunar cycles. OK, that being "put to bed".  Lets talk about those things that again, only happen every once in a while.  As well as what should I do with my blue moon this evening?  Another fact that this is not a literal BLUE MOON.  It is just a full moon. Just a full moon.  Should I call a friend that I dont talk to enough? Should I go for a walk by moonlight? Maybe I should kiss my husband under the full moon? He's working late. Should I go for ice cream and sit with ALL THOSE PEOPLE that seem to gather at the Baskin Robbins in town? Hmm I dont think so they seem far too... familiar for me. I think they have an ice cream club...

I heard this song the other day while driving in the car.  As usual I think first of a lovers song.  Then immediately following I focus on MY LOVES. My children, my boy. I am sure my on and on about these kids can get... boring. But returning to one of the original purposes of this blog  I must write what fills me, and right now I remain filled with these people. Allie, Missi and Jack. I listen and read the lyrics to this song and each verse brings me to each and then comes around again to another. Winding a path back around to myself-which is always a good place to start. For example: Well, there's so much they hold And just like them old stars I see that you've come so far To be right where you are How old is your soul? These lines are my Boy.  The Boy.  He came to us and showed us a way out of our misery of loss with his bluest eyes and smile of purest joy.  He has an old soul that guided us OUT-FORWARD. I was damaged, but his BEING ma...

Seems like yesterday. 

Our boy will be seven years old tomorrow. I remember feeling soooo heavy with him the night before he was born.  I was so swollen and short of breath. Then with all the excitement of his birth adn then following, it has been an amazing ride with our boy for sure. Tonight we had our second soccer practice.  i feel guilty admitting this but, I have almost trained myself to dread these outings. Up until this year doing anything with other children or adults was very VERY unpredictable.  Last year playing soccer when he was on... he was awesome. Last year when he was off, it was temper tantrums, and unpredictable outbursts with other children and adults. This year we have had a birthday party with twenty plus children and he PLAYED with them. He greeted his guests each by name ( with encouragement)  Thanked people for their gifts and was an awesome host. He has really great days at camp, making new friends and learning how to "keep his hands to himself." We hav...

Not cool, but I have never claimed to be. Just so touching at this sappy time.