Fathers Day

Another year gone past and again, Fathers Day
There is so much I’d like to say
It could be an essay, but you have gone away
To the Heavenly Broadway.

Many barbecues at beaches and celebrations
Many alterations to our family generation
We haven’t forgotten the loving and caring
While you were here.

We have not forgotten the loving and caring we
learned for each other now that you are gone from earth
We know you are there with our Heavenly Father
Who celebrates Fathers Day every day!

Fathers lead and surround the family clutch
Fathers are line judges, coaches and sometimes crutches
They bring home the pay check, put food on the table, hug their children
Go to little league ball games but most of all, Fathers Love.

Thank you Dad! Will Meet Again on the Heavenly boardwalk!


Not Today!

Ever have days where we can’t get a grip on ANYTHING? I mean anything!

You know it’s that type of day when finding the floor is almost impossible upon arising, until you trip over your slippers and you’ve landed. Parading to the bathroom and taking care of priorities, you look down and on your shirt or jammies there is a toothpaste blob that didn’t make it to the mouth. Then it goes on from there, can’t find the car keys; can’t find your glasses that you need to drive with; while getting into the car one bangs there nape;Ouch!One of the neighbor kids left a trike at the end of the driveway. Soooo it goes kinda like this……

A new Beginning

It’s a new day and after Mondays bump in the road (fender bender) I’ve decided to do one thing at a time. Mentally I had to realize accidents happen. I was an accident at birth. An oops as they say, since my parents weren’t expecting twins. Then I came along after my sister by 3 minutes. I also had to realize accidents just don’t happen to me and that no one is out to get me. I’m almost certain that driver-less cars will change the world. Of course, who would I have talked to exchange information if the truck was driver-less? Or even mumble some lady like swear words?

Oh hum. Hope everyone is having a good day in their book of life and is driving safe defensively.


A Motherless Daughter

Its Mothers Day again. “Good morning mom. Happy Mothers Day!” Yes, I even said those words today to her in hopes where ever she is, she will sense my love for her still.

What I’ve learned from my mother looking back at the 92 years with her are many things. Even in the journey of loss and the mountain of grief these last two and half years.

I recall the schedules we use to always have by gathering around the kitchen table as family. Mothers Day is a family day together and even if they are not with us on this side of the cosmos they are within us. Therefore, start up the grills! Bring out the buns and condiments along with the hot dogs. 

What comes to mind is a mothers job description.

Job Description: Long term, eternal

Responsibilities: See that the kids are clothed, fed, teeth brushed and have their homework done. This is called, Home Work Patrol. Be willing to lay awake at night waiting for the teenager of the family to bring home the family car safe and sound and the teen also. Be willing  to travel. Should have some knowledge of soccer, softball and
skinned knees. Must be willing to face stimulating technical problems such plugged toilets, gadget repair and zippers that are stuck. Must have organizational skills. Screen calls, maintain calendars and social events. Must be indispensable one minute, frazzled and embarrassed the next. Finally, must be conscious of cheap toys and safety. Know when to hold them, know when to fold them before explosion. Smile so your teeth hurt. 
To put it briefly, the candidate must be a chef, a nurse, taxi driver, tutor, keep secrets, hair stylist and janitor. 

Benefits: Butter fly kisses, burp messes, and lots of love.


Will be with family today knowing that its moms day and she would want it that way. She will be with us in mind and spirit. Geeee, I wonder if she liked a hot dog since we’re grilling!

Happy Mothers Day to All who have chosen to apply for this job.

I’ll Never Forget the Shoulder

It certainly has been awhile since I’ve been here to share. Today is a day I will never forget. Many of us have had losses in our lives and some handle them positively, negatively and sadly. Even some morbidly joyous. I’m learning as this day starts, its how we “react” to loss and its true meaning to each and every one of us. It was a painful day, although relief knowing the suffering and anticipation would no longer be a part of the picture.  My confidante, my friend, my mother……

I’ll never forget this day two years ago…..
I stood over you with my right hand or was it my left?…..
Gently feeling your left shoulder, palm over………holding you in my broken heart….
The emotions were al a carte, knowing within, you held me there as a crying infant.

Your tour of duty in this earthly kingdom……came to an end…..
On this day I will remember your laughter and wit…..
Do something positive in your honor……
Read as you loved to do, over hot coffee at Barnes & Noble.

You taught me to read, syllable by syllable…..
You led me to this place….
To learn and not be ignorant as a child without grace…..
To not break the spine of the book, so not to replace……..books are our friends.

Today you will guide me to this reading place…..
The Creator will guide you to this place too, where our hearts will embrace….
Our hearts will dance, we will laugh, we will read, we will remember…….
I in this mortal body will calmly sip my coffee and read knowing you led me to this safe place.Happy Hour


Indoor Blooms 2 (c)


Everything I need to know about life, I learned from Noah’s Ark

Don’t miss the boat.


Remember that we are all in the same boat.


Plan ahead. It wasn’t raining when Noah built the Ark.


Stay fit. When you’re 600 years old, someone may ask you to do something really big.


 Don’t listen to critics; just get on with the job that needs to be done.


Build your future on high ground.


 For safety’s sake, travel in pairs.


Speed isn’t always an advantage. The snails were on board with the cheetahs.


When you’re stressed, float for a while.


Remember, the Ark was built by amateurs; the Titanic by professionals.


No matter the storm, when you are with God, there is always a rainbow waiting.

                                                            ~ Unknown index                                                

Sunday Football Moms

10 Things FootBall Moms Need

1. Proper team gear that is comfy, stylish and dashing

2. The NFL Redzone station with Howie and Terri

3. Fox NFL Sunday

4. Bloody Marys http://(Martha Stewart’s ~ http://www.marthastewart.com/1121625/12-most-essential-bloody-mary-recipes)

5. Crying Towel

6. One’s favorite Chili

7. A Sunday Boyfriend or Hubby

8. Your own favorite seat down in front

9. Chips and Dips

10. Your own favorite polite swear words

May the Best team win! 


Today Will We Forget?


September 11, 2011 was another day of infamy. Today is a new day, will we remember the tragedy? Most will say “of course, HOW can we forget?” As we go forth into the day, let’s remember and be grateful for the air that we breathe. There are 2,977 people who do not have that opportunity who perished on that fateful day.

Yes, yesterday is gone. Today is here with its challenges. Tomorrow isn’t granted to any of us and if it is, it is a reprieve. Another day in paradise. If we forget yesterday let’s remember the number and ask that the families left behind be surrounded with Divine love today and the days to come.


Easter Alone

Easter is a time for eggs to be found, lilies, joy, resurrection, bunnies, ham dinners and family get together’s. Well, I had the ham slab, yams and veggies in the slow cooker. It was mighty fine.

This is my second year without mom who passed a year and 3 months ago, for an Easter dinner. Trying very hard to absorb, accept and not feel sorry for myself. It still is very difficult eating alone at a round table trying to enjoy a slow cooker meal. Frankly, I’m very glad this day is almost over, although, the church festivities this morning, did bring “joy” and meaning to the season.

The sermon this morning was about HOPE and yes, I did pick up bits and pieces. All I could remember, being a free-thinker, is that the resurrection means life. Life after death and that death is conquered. That is my hope for today.

Happy Easter to all and hope everyone has found that reason for this season to let go and let “coming” of new things in the days ahead.