Flaming June's Love

So they say... An orb that appears in a photo is a spirit or entity trying to manifest itself. I always considered them sunspots... until I needed to believe that someone was trying to reach me from the great beyond. So now we find orbs in all of our photos, specifically photos with The Boy in them. I will attach just a few of my favorite home orb shots. Of course you can believe what you like, I for tonight believe they are my long lost ones visiting and saying a friendly HELLO, when we least expect it. After finding these few pics I realized these were all from very important times in our lives.  Graduations, Thanksgivings, parades, dinners together and a day we walked in Jim Thorpe and ASKED for someone to visit me. Whatever, it doesnt matter really.  I like to THINK someone is dropping by to photo bomb.  Whoever they are is fine with me. Love to everyone.  My stomach is acting up again so Im going to bed.  Forever your girl.  Suzie

We had a hurricane barrel through here last week.  We were very very fortunate in that we were not affected.  We had a few branches down but never lost power or heat.  We actually enjoyed the night of the storm at Nana s house with Ella and Cathy.  A real campout night.  A few of my dear friends were not as fortunate. Diane a room mate from college lost everything.  She and her beautiful son Christian's home was washed away.  All gone.  She is now living with her sons father.  My dear friend Susan, Pocahontas, lost everything as well.  She texted me that she is in a shelter in Atlantic city.  She hasnt slept in a week.  I want to go get her, so she can get some rest and warm bed. I am snuggled in my bed right now.  Warm, dry, a hot cup of tea, sleeping boy in his room. My husband is at one of the apartments getting something going. He was instrumental in keeping our little town going during the hurricane. A town p...

God graces us with events that are veiled as "everyday" and then exposes them, at just the right time, as monumental. I have a new friend.  Yes, to all my old friends this IS A BIG DEAL. I meet alot of people, I like almost everyone, but the very rare occasion that want to invite someone into "the Bubble"... yeah, that is hardly ever. As we chatted over folding laundry and coffee cups, I had to control myself from shouting out "I FEEL THAT WAY TOO< I THINK THAT ALL THE TIME!!!" Like a kid---oohoooh I know what you mean!!!! We chat about our little boys, our big boys, our girls. Chat about our homes, and decorating stuff. But alot of our chats are about our Dads. We are able to relate to the loss of THAT GUY. When I feel tears in my eyes, I see them in hers. I think that is when I realize someone is going to be around for a while. I went for dinner and drinks with Kathy P. last night and for sure we nearly cried TEN TIMES!!!! YUP we have been...

Halloween 2012. I recall a few years ago thinking how much I detested Halloween. Taking jack out to trick or treat was an absolute nightmare. He would run away from us, totally oblivious to our calls.  He would push and grab and all the nasty things that kids we wish to LEAVE our door would do. It was about two years ago when Ella was with us for halloween and she was so sweet and generous.  I thought how someday Jack might be like that.  I PRAYED. Tonight, our someday was today. Now believe me we are far from perfect, and everyone is. But our boy was patient at the doors, he was kind to the smaller children. He listened when we called to him to slow down, stop at the corners, don't run. it really was a good night. There was a little boy screaming at one of the houses as we passed. It brought back memories of years ago when Jack would see something in a house and WANT IT. He didn't want something, did want something or we had no idea what he was thinking. Jus...

Making a cup of hot tea the other night, and I stood in front of the coffee cup cupboard, door open, just looking in. "Which one of you beauties is coming upstairs with me tonight?" Which of course got me thinking again, as I do at least ten times a day... "This is not normal behavior Suzie." I pulled four out. From at least twenty, that do not match, or even resemble one another. These four were my choices for tea that night. As you can see the one on the furthest left won. She is from a trip to Barnes and Noble with my girls many years ago. All cheery and really big.  I've had her maybe 12 years.  Shes been a good old standby when I want a handwarming huge cup of tea. The next stripety one is from a Christmas gift, I don't remember who it was from, but it was full of chocolates.  I love the cup.  The bottom is smaller than the top.  It is almost funnel shaped, thats why I like it.  You don't really know its odd... until you take a closer loo...

As a young girl I watched Little House on the Prairie,,, religiously. I think some of the most important lessons of life were covered in the episodes.  I learned about siblings that fought but still loved eachother.  I watched as Ma and Pa quarreled, even had full out breakdowns and still held it together. I dreamed of someone like Pa falling in Love with me someday.  He was strong, handsome, funny, and hardly ever let his worries get to the rest of the family.  There was always a way to fix it. Were there a time they couldn't fix it, well we always have eachother. I loved that. Ma was strong, independent, smart, and lived for her chidlren and husband.  She never took crap from that nasty Mrs. Olsen-who by the way wanted to be like Ma too. I loved when Ma sold her eggs at Olsens Mercantile.  Nasty Harriet would want to give her less for her pristine eggs, ma would say no and threaten to leave, Mrs. Olsen would always give in.  Ma remained...

It all seemed so easy. Growing up with these two gals. There were times with just the three of us that we laughed til we pee'd. Times we cried, together, under blankets, sweatshirts, pillows, looking out windows, in the kitchen, on the bed, in the mall... everywhere. These girls have been my reason for over twenty years. Yeah I know everyones children are their reason, but do you know how lucky I have been? I have never had a single night of worry about these girls.  They have been honest with me, fair, and considerate of my feelings from the beginning.  True there were a few nights I wasn't THRILLED with their decisions, but they always came home when I said, answered ALL my questions, and took the heat when they deserved it. I always got phonecalls where they were, who they were with and good or bad.... what they were doing. How do you change that?  Am I supposed to change that? When do I start to want them to grow up and go away?  Because I don't, not ...