100 Things About Me
- I love the movie Field of Dreams
- I love to eat a cold hot dog out of the package when I first bring them home
- I love B&W photos
- I love my Grandsons
- I love God
- I love to grow lavender
- I pick pizza up to eat it no knife and fork
- I was born during a wicked November snowstorm just south of Paradise, MI
- 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
100. I AM A CHILD OF GOD
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.
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
Be sure to look for the hot air ballons
Awesome way to start the day