100 Things About ME

100 Things About Me

  1. I love the movie Field of Dreams
  2. I love to eat a cold hot dog out of the package when I first bring them home
  3. I love B&W photos
  4. I love my Grandsons
  5. I love God
  6. I love to grow lavender
  7. I pick pizza up to eat it no knife and fork
  8. I was born during a wicked November snowstorm just south of Paradise, MI
  9. I am the oldest child

10. I love the dawn

11. I love to watch the sunset on Lake Michigan

12. I love to take photos of old falling down building

13. I misplace my phone a lot

14. I don’t like Bluetooth headsets

15. I have to have the bedroom dark at night when I sleep, no alarm clock light

16. I love a drive thru the county

17. I love a convertible

18. I love the dream cruise (the whole week)

19.  I love the state of Michigan

20. I dislike the snow

21. I love Florida weather

22. I like to try to write for my blog

23. Twitter is awesome

24. Spiders freak me out

25. I don’t like it when birds get to close to me again it freaks me out

26. I procrastinate

27. I can’t have roses in my home I have allergies

28. Sometimes I laugh so had I can’t talk

29. I love the movie Under the Tuscan Sun

30. I support Tibet

31.  I love to deep

32. I cry at night when I am by my self

33. I like to eat marshmallow crème out of the jar

34. I don’t buy my favorite foods because I would eat them all

35. I can eat a ½ tray of apple crisp by myself

36. I love BACON

37. Pooh is my favorite character

38. I named my son after Christopher Robin because I could not name him Pooh

39. I drink tea all day

40. I once had a dog named nothing because I could not come up with a name

41. My favorite dog was Brandy

42. My favorite cat was Totem

43. My favorite day of the year is the shortest “day “ of the year

44. I once dated a politician (it was awesome fun)

45. I have seen the Dali Lama in Central Park and in Toronto

46. I attended the Oprah show in Chicago

47. I seen Oprah at the Fox Theater in Detroit

48. I attended a luncheon with Margaret Thacker in Warren

49. I seen Maya Angelo in Warren twice

50. I seen Stephen Tyler in church (he and Marianna Williamson are friends)

51. I believe in a God who wants me to be truly happy!!!

52. I want to be an author of an awesome novel

53. I want to leave a legacy

54. I want to pass out book to kids

55. I will go to Italy one day

56. I will walk where Jesus walked one day

57. Special needs children & adults bring joy to my soul and a tear (of happiness) to my eye

58. I use to make all my children’s awesome Halloween costumes

59. I love men with blonde hair and blue eye (I just melt)

60. It’s sexy when men wink at women

61. I think all men should open doors for women

62. I hate the B word it 1 of 2 worst names to call a woman

63. I hate the C word it’s #2 worst name to call a woman

64. I l like to eat in bed and watch TV

65. I love to listen to music sometimes turned up really really loud

66. Olives are sexy

67. I will buy an estate before I die

68. My favorite singer is Wynonna Judd

69. I love to listen to Elton John and Michael Jackson

70. Tracy Lawrence can send shivers up my spine

71. My favorite time in my childhood was that summer in California with Betty and Roger. We had so much fun!

72. One Christmas I didn’t get any gifts

73. Christmas when I was a child was not a happy time, but I love it now

74. I use to have a damit file on my computer to put stuff I downloaded in because once I downloaded it “damit” I could never find it!

75. My favorite book from childhood was “Jessie and the Magnifying Glass”

76. Funniest moments in life when old lady grump got stuck in the cot at camp in East Jordan. (Really we were all sleeping in the church basement) Funny

77. Next funnies once I rolled over on the sofa bed and got stuck

78. I use to get the twins to try to but my legs behind my head. Can you see it one of them on each side of me trying to get my leg back there. We laughed a lot

79. If I could do my life over I would keep the people just have a do over

80. I love to give things to the people I love if I try something and I like it I give it

81. I didn’t like Kindergarten

82. I enjoyed college

83. I don’t like to buy shoes

84. I love to shop

85. I don’t like to cook so much anymore

86. It’s ok to eat pizza for breakfast

87. It’s ok to have breakfast for dinner sometimes

88. I call it pop not soda

89. If I am going downtown it’s means downtown Detroit

90. Rings make up fingers look fat or maybe I have fat fingers

91. I love a nice bracelet

92. My hair uses to be black now it is blonde

93. I enjoy a good debate with someone

94. My biggest fault I think u know what I know

95. I don’t lie

96. I have a sense of humor

97. I don’t like to fight with my significant other

98. I don’t like to go to bed mad (talk about bad karma)

99. I want YOU to be happy


Sometimes A Father’s Love Is Silent And Unspoken

Life In the Nursery Elmo Love

The other night when I was putting Jeremy to bed I noticed that he had all the Elmos. I asked him why he had all three Elmos in his bed. Jeremy said his brother and cousin didn’t love them enought or take care of them so he was now taking care of all three. I tried to convince him to return them he would not buy into it. He just said no the Elmos needed to stay with him because he loved them more. He is now sleeping with all 3 Elmos plus his other friends. He did allow 1 Safari Elmo to remain with his  his younger cousin Kenny. Elmo love and adoption.

Her Boy

 She had seen many seasons’ come and go. The parameters of her world had shifted slightly: in some spots she had grown wider and in other spots let’s just say things weren’t as they once were. Over in the play area the shiny swings of yesteryears had given way first to a jingle-jim, and then to numerous play-apparatuses. Her boy first came there when he was a young curly haired youth. There was a sparkle in his eyes and a baseball glove on his small hand. She was always there waiting for him to come and run her bases, his best friend. And then in what seemed like a scene from “The Time Machine” the future was here. In a moment his whole life flashed before her the beauty, splendor, and the pain.

The park was beginning to bloom and several children were out flying kites they received in their Easter Baskets that morning. It was warm for late April and the smaller children were blowing bubbles and trying to catch them. The air was filled with squeals of excitement as bubbles filled the tot-lot. She sat over in the back corner of the park taking in all the excitement in the park. Her infield needed a little work and home plate was just a mound of dirt. But no one seemed to mind, they still came to play baseball.

The curly haired boy could hardly contain his excitement as he hopped across the park grass toward the baseball diamond. His left hand was nestled inside his father’s massive hand, and hanging from his right hand was a brand new baseball glove his father had given him for Easter. The glove was genuine leather and it was a little stiff. The boy’s father told him it would soften with time. The little boy said it smelted funny, and how come it had funny colored shoelaces?

The boy stood on the pile of dirt, which was her home plate, and his father tossed the baseball into his glove. The small boy squealed with delight, and there was a sparkle in his eye as he tried to throw the ball back to his father. His squeals of joy filled her heart with glee. She knew right then this was the beginning of a long friendship.

Their relationship had grown over the years; she could not believe he was fourteen, and playing in his first junior varsity baseball game. There he was out on the new diamond, ready to swing his bat. His dad was watching intently from her new bleachers that were erected that spring. The score was tied and the boy was nervous. He looked down at the ground and silently asked her for help. She had become his essence. His bat connected with the pitch, and the crack must have echoed all the way to the west coast. It was a home run! Everyone was standing and cheering for him and she was so proud of him.

He played baseball every summer at that diamond, loving it more each year. She remembered the day his dad said he was sorry this would be the last game he would see him play for a while. She didn’t understand until he came back the next day. He sat on the bench with his face in his hands and weep.

The boy closed his eyes and saw the cloud of dust that engulfed him the first time he slid into first base. He remembers the feeling every time he rounds the bases and heads for home. He remembers when they lost games he was always just grateful to have been able to play ball.

After awhile he pulled himself together and took one last run around her bases and then sat back down on the bench. Now he was telling her his beloved diamond he would be gone for several years. He was going west to college. She felt strange: dizzy with distress, but she could not even cry.

He proclaimed his love for her. He promised to be back in a few years to play upon her field again.

A few years turned into a decade. There were many who came and made her feel needed, but none were her boy. She longed to hear his voice and gaze up into his face. She remembers how sometimes in the winter he would come and awaken her by gently sweeping the snow off home plate. He would stand there tossing the ball up in the air, and it landing in that glove his Dad had given him. He would tell her he could hardly wait for baseball season to return. She loved those years.

Then she felt something. There he was! Her boy had turned into a man. But to her he would always be her boy.

Someone was with him. He was holding the hand of a woman and there was a ring on her left hand. He sat on the bench and told the women about that homerun that won the game. He told her about all the wonderful times he had spent playing ball on that diamond, and how much he loved being there. Then he and the women set out hand in hand around the bases him telling a story about each one. He told the woman about the first day his Dad had brought him there; and the new glove he had received that Easter. He told the woman one day he wanted to bring their son to play upon that field.

Another decade passes. One day over by the shiny new playscape, she sees him. He is there with the woman, and they have a toddler child with them. He is running and laughing with delight, and for a moment, she can feel the joy of past days.

Ten, twenty, thirty times she has fallen into winter slumber under a blanket of snow, and awoken to Robins’ singing in the spring. This year spring brought with it new baseball leagues. Senior leagues had been formed and it was the first game of the season. She knew he was coming because she had heard someone read his name on the roster. There he was, older with some gray in his hair, but he still has a sparkle in his eyes.

He stepped up to home plate and lifted his bat. Strike one; strike two, a prelude of things to come? He looked down quickly before the next pitch. The ball was over the plate. And then that bat and ball became one! The crack of the bat wasn’t as hard as it once was, and it took a little longer to round the bases, but he made it.

It was the bottom of the ninth, and he was on third. He looked hot. Suddenly with his hand clutched to his chest he fell to the ground. All she remembers is the paramedics putting him in the ambulance, and the distant sound of sirens taking her boy away. His game was over.

It was a gray overcast day as the hearse turned right, into the park’s driveway. He would have wanted one last ride through the park where the diamond was he loved so much. She was so heavy with sadness she did not know what to do.

Later that week his son returned with an urn. He sat down upon the bench for the home team. He was kicking around the dirt thinking about his father. Finally he regained his composer. Then he proceeded around each base, said a few words, and sprinkled some ashes.

Nine years later, the park was blooming and the children were out flying kites. It was warm for early April. The air was filled with squeals of joy as bubbles filled the tot-lot. Then she saw them coming across the park headed for home plate her boy’s son and a small child.

The curly haired boy could hardly contain his enthusiasm as he hopped across the grass toward the baseball diamond. His left hand was nestled inside his father’s massive hand, and hanging from his right hand was a well-worn baseball glove his father had just given him. The glove still smelled the same as it had when his Grandfather had given it to his father. The boy stood by home plate and his father tossed the ball into the glove. The small boy squealed with delight, and there was a sparkle in his eyes that she had seen before. She knew. Her boy was back!

A Warm Spring Morning At Walt Disney World

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Be sure to look for the hot air ballons

Awesome way to start the day