" Happy Birthday Markie "

For those of you who actually read this - and know me personally- then you know who Markie is. She is my grandma- and BOY is she one of a kind ! Markie has been really sick- How she has managed to get through kemo and surgeries and countless blood and platelet tranfusions, Ill never know- I bitch when my shoulder hurts- or when My ear hurts-what the hell is wrong with me? Every time I see her or talk to her- Im slapped back down to reality- I don't have it bad at all. Im not in a fight for my life.. and- If I was - Im not sure if I would have been able to endure what she has. She has the will of an ox- and the heart of a lion- ooh and she makes the best damn Greek food on the planet... I love you Markie- Happy Birthday !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

" The Mosaic Table "

I learned tonight that my great aunt B passed away.. She was "The eccentric one " on my moms side of the family.. We have all said at one time in our lives - What the hell is aunt B talking about ? She would write letters to my mom, I would read them over and over and still never got them. Because, you see she was eccentric yes.. but more importantly , she was a genius with a free spirit.. I see that now, when I was young I just saw a person who saw beauty in things others didn't. My aunt B was a teacher, which in my opinion, is the greatest job one can do. She was always playing the piano, she always had friends around her, she always helped people. She would pile my older sister and I in her vw bug ( which later became fixed up for me for my graduation ) and was a car I drove for years.. she would cart us off to church every now and then to go to Sunday school... I can remember spending countless hours in her back yard just walking around it, staring at all her eccentric sculptures and or yard art. She had a table made of cement, that she had glued mosaic pieces to. I thought it was the most beautiful table in the world I loved staring at it, sitting at it, drawing at it. And to this day, I remember how I felt when I was at her house. I felt free. Free from worries, free to ask questions, free to create.. Im glad your free now aunt B..I will never forget you, I love you ..

"I may be a step mom BUT..."

I know enough about feelings to never ever say to MY CHILD no matter what age... " I will never talk to you again " Wow- I dont recall that being part of parenting 101 - Im pissed and hurt. How dare you. As far as I know- I didn't ask to be born- Ya know what- Dont do me any F-in favors....I know I could use the mental break anyway. Ok, Ive been thinking about this conversation I had for awhile now- Whew ! I feel much better.. Thank you, come again...

" Happy Birthday Sharon "

So, Sharon, how do you feel about having another Birthday????

"Welcome Home"

Welcome home Daniel, Im so happy your safe and with my sister and niece who have missed you terribly.. Im happy Kaylee has her daddy back.. Thanks for fighting for our freedom.. LOVE YOU BRO !!!

" A Conversation with a 3 yr old "

" Hi aunt Deana" " Hi Kaylee" Are you going to pick up daddy at the airport ? No aunt Deana !!! She proclaims !!! I'm going to pick up daddy in Iraq!!!! We all forget that when she ask's where daddy is - we all tell her he's in Iraq, and we forget how literal children are. Maybe adults can learn from that? Maybe we should all say what we mean, and mean what we say? What a wonderful world that would be....

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