Who's that lady

Who's that lady (who's that lady)


Beautiful lady (who's that lady)


Lovely lady (who's that lady)


Real fine lady (who's that lady)
Hear me callin' out to you
'Cause it's all that I can do
Your eyes tell me to pursue
But you say look yeah, but don't touch, baby

nah, nah, nah don't touch


Isley Brothers

Wintersong

The lake is frozen over
The trees are white with snow
And all around reminders of you
Are everywhere I go

It's late and morning's in no hurry
But sleep won't set me free
I lie awake and try to recall
How your body felt beside me

When silence gets too hard to handle
And the night too long

And this is how I see you
In the snow on Christmas morning
Love and happiness surround you
As you throw your arms up to the sky
I keep this moment by and by

Oh how I miss you now, my love
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas, my love

A sense of joy fills the air
And I daydream and I stare
Above the tree and I see
Your star up there

And this is how I see you
In the snow on Christmas morning
Love and happiness surround you
As you throw your arms up to the sky
I keep this moment by and by


Lyrics - Sarah McLachlan


Noon Christmas Day:

I opened Heather's package first. I probably should have waited, cause it took my breath away. I guess I haven't lost my TOUCH. It was as I had seen a flash of two weeks prior when it arrived. Here is the whole photo of me with my mother behind me and my grandmothers on each side.


I can't figure out just exactly when this was, other than that it was after my son was born, see I am not wearing any earrings, he pulled on them when he was a baby, and also judging by the length of my hair, and all that eye make-up it was most likely 1971. (Thinking I should change my hair style, its still the same...)

We took a little break so my husband could finish making the sweet potato pies. Yum!


Then my daughter was eager to open her presents and we were just about to start when we heard a little commotion on the lanai. The front porch cat brought us a BIG Christmas Present. Yuk!



Oh, and here is one of the pictures I found yesterday. I don't know where this is, I wonder if my older daughter knows where this is, cause it doesn't look like here. Maybe its near Gramma and Grampa's?

Chest NUTS Roasting On An Open Fire

JENN just called. That NUT job from Calvary Chapel in the tent on the bypass road in the former canefield.

This is the only Christmas song I could find fast that had NUTS in it. I know it is really called The Christmas Song.

Truly JENN is NUTS. Why on earth did she call me on Christmas Eve? It was about quarter to 4 pm. I was going through some photos of my mother and former Christmas times. My husband was taking a nap and my daughter was playing her ukulele. We were all taking it easy, planning to have dinner in about 2 hours and later on go to the Christmas Eve Candlelight Service at our Church. Everything was peaceful. You know, kind like this:

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When all of a sudden JENN CALLED.

Hi, this is Jenn is what I heard. I said nothing, because I was truly speechless. She said that she wanted to call to make things right from the last time she spoke to me. I told her to just leave us ALL alone and things would be just fine. But NO, she couldn't let it go. She said she had talked to her Youth Guide and he had told her to call me. I told her HE made a MISTAKE. She said she was trying to learn what it was she was doing wrong. I told her she was ANNOYING me - what part of that was NOT CLEAR?

She told me she was just doing her discipleship, and I knew about that, didn't I, she asked. I said JENN, have you gone to college? She said NO. I said JENN, do you have any training as a counselor? She said NO. I told her that she was annoying me to the point that she was driving me crazy and to just leave me and my daughter alone. I told her that she, a 26 year old, was TOO OLD to be FRIENDS with my 14 year old daughter and if she bothered us any more I was going to get a restraining order. That didn't seem to phase her, she just wanted to quote more scripture. I finally just set the phone down and walked away.

Geez...I finally met someone that can out talk me and is MORE ANNOYING!

Merry Christmas JENN, now go spread the Gospel to those who NEED your help. (We are not heathens here in Hawaii anymore, thanks.)

So I'm offering this simple phrase
To kids from one to ninety-two
Although it's been said many times, many ways
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas to you

Mel Torme

Rise Up

Reminder - This is a story. Any references to historical - or hysterical - events to real people, living or dead, or nearly dead, or barely living are just a big ole coincidence. They have been given to give a sense of reality - or unreality. Any resemblance to life counterparts is just your lucky day.....

WHY am I awake at 3:15 am (when I started this)? Well, because I woke up and its so cold that by the time I went to the bathroom and waited for the toilet to fill up with water so I could shut it off, I was WIDE AWAKE. And then, that reminded me that I was still unsettled about this chick Jenn, from this praise church that I have never met, who just gave my daughter a Bible.

Now, to be clear, I have no problem with THE BIBLE being given as gift. However, my daughter is a teen, and this was given to her by a 26 year old young (very young) super enthusiastic evangelistic scripture quoting (chapter AND verse number) girl who just got saved. So, my daughter goes to a youth group AS A GUEST with her best friend she has known since birth. It seemed to be a harmless form of Sunday evening fun with other kids her age where we knew she wouldn't be getting in trouble. Well, now this same group of people, in the last week has become just about as annoying as Jehovah Witnesses.

My daughter thought it was nice that the young woman gave her the bible. I decided that I should have a talk with this young woman, since I have never met her, and I feel that a bible is a personal gift. AND, its not like we are lacking for Bibles around this house. We probably have a dozen of them, if I included the ones handed down to both my husband and me by our parents and grandparents, plus my childhood bible, plus the one I borrowed from the church pew, along with all the hymnals, and the one from the Catholic School my daughter attended last year - yep, all same Bible, all same stuff in it.

Last Christmas our close friend bought our daughter a lovely pink bible for Christmas. She called us first and asked if it would be appropriate for her to buy her one and also described it as having helping side notes for teen girls. My daughter really enjoys that bible. She has had no trouble understanding that, and chucked the burgundy textbook looking one from school onto the bookshelf the day school was out last year. The problem I have with someone I don't know, someone who has never taken the time to even call me up to introduce themselves, is she gave my daughter a bible and told her that she loved her. Now, I really don't mind if someone says GOD LOVES YOU, but it makes me feel rather creepy to have a young adult tell my daughter that she loves her.

I know this young woman is super enthused about just being SAVED two years ago. I called her up and introduced myself and told her I was the mother and she asked me my name and I gave her my first and last name, and she called me, hey gal, what's up?. Now, I'm sorry, but between my husband and I we have 5 kids that are ALL older than her, and I frankly started getting annoyed at being called by girl or gal and told her, so she switched to calling me by my first name, with the next thing out of her mouth being the chapter and number of a Bible verse that she then quoted, rather disrespectful. And I did gently try to tell her that she was coming on way too strong. She asked me when I was SAVED and I told her when I was baptised as an infant. She didn't get this concept and I said I didn't have time to explain it all because it was a lifetime of living my faith, that I never had to GET SAVED because I was brought up with faith and I never doubted it. I also explained that my husband was brought up the same way and we brought our daughter up that way as well. So, there was always a feeling of something greater than me (or us) guiding our lives, and that was how we lived. And that we lived our lives through example, such as deeds, otherwise known as letting your light shine.

Quoting MORE scripture she told me that she was just doing what Jesus commanded her to do and that she had no control over what he told her. I finally said to her that the way she was talking was a turn off, actually to the point of being annoying. She then said THANK YOU for pointing that out to me, and told me that she would love to come over for dinner - dinner? And is she going to cook it? - and she wanted to hear my STORY. I don't have a story. What? You want the story of my life? Cause that's gonna take more than DINNER. And I don't have what those Praise folks call testimony that I am going to give to her either.

She asked me to please give her a chance, which I said I would - IF she would STOP quoting scripture. I explained to her that as you get to know the bible more and be comfortable with your salvation, the need to defend yourself by stating exactly where a scripture is located is nothing more than a defense method. Besides, we have several Study Bibles, where if a verse and chapter are needed, one can find it quite quickly. So, since I had only called her at that coffee place she works at to ask her when a good time to call her would be, never intending for her to take her break and talk about Jesus saving her the whole time, she asked if she could keep my phone number in her phone. I told her I suppose if she already had it, then it was already there, but that I wasn't interested in having this conversation again, that I felt I had pretty much explained it quite well - although I don't think she listened. She just waited for her opening to quote another scripture. I told her I don't usually answer my phone, so it didn't much matter if she had my number, but if there were any coffee specials at her shop to let me know. She said that she hoped she could come over soon and I told her not to hold her breath on that one.

So, I am left now with my daughter still wanting to go to the youth service, because they play rock music and she loves to play and sing. But I am not comfortable with this aggressive, very close to JESUS CAMP stuff that they put on there. I don't want my daughter to lose her long time friendship so I am sensitive to that, but that family never wanted to go to Church with us all the years before the father started playing music at that praise church in an former cane field on a bypass road in a tent.


My mama tells me I won't get through the pearly gates
'Cause I ain't sorry for my sins
And all my mistakes
Mama I don't know if I'm goin' up or down,
But I know heaven's gonna be one lonely town
But if it's happiness you want,
That's what you'll get
You gotta rise up, little sister
Turn on the light
Wise up to the stories you've been told
'Cause love don't come in black or white
Whoa no no no, whooo no.

Rise up, little sister
Turn on the light
Wise up to the stories you've been told
Whoaaa yeah
Rise up, little sister
Turn on the light
Wise up to the stories you've been told
'Cause love don't come in black or white
No no, it don't come in black or white
Whooa ooooh

Rise up, open your eyes
Love don't come in black or white
Whoa uh uh, no
Wise up to the stories you've been told
You know, love don't come in black or white
Little sister, you gotta rise up


Words/Music - Diane Burch - CD Bible Belt

Survivor

RUSSELL should have won Survivor Samoa.

Its true, I emailed a friend a little over a month ago, when Natalie was flying around with her chichis out in that sling back and forth picking up the flags and putting them in the proper hole. BUT, I only said that Natalie COULD win Survivor. I didn't WANT her to win. I wanted Russell to win. Russell played the best game of Survivor ever. He reminded me of a not so cute Rob, of Rob and Amber. Rob outsmarted everyone too, but people didn't like him. So, they gave the million to his soon to be WIFE.

Dumb! This is not a popularity contest. This is WHO played the best game. And clearly RUSSELL played the best game. He played the BEST SURVIVOR GAME EVER. True he got a little cocky with his speech, but cocky speeches have won before. The jury has rewarded people for being the best SNAKE before. This was a jury of cry babies.

These people on this jury, maybe they have too many degrees or something, they THINK too hard. They let their feelings get into it. Now, lets say it was a game of cards. If the other person was DUMB enough to show his hand, would it be RIGHT to tell him you saw his cards? Might be. Like if it was Gramma or something. But if you are playing for a MILLION DOLLARS and the other person makes a dumb mistake and then says Hey, did you see my cards? You say NO, no worries.

There is no YOU HURT MY FEELINGS in Survivor. Get some people who work with their hands and don't think so much next time. This jury sits right up there with the O.J. jury as one of the dumbest EVER.

I'm a survivor (what),
I'm not gonna give up (what)
I'm not gon' stop (what),
I'm gonna work harder (what)
I'm a survivor (what), I'm gonna make it (what)
I will survive (what),keep on survivin' (what)

I'm wishin' you the best,
pray that you are blessed
Much success, no stress, and lots of happiness
(I'm better than that)
I'm not gonna blast you on the radio
(I'm better than that)
I'm not gonna lie on you or your family, yo
(I'm better than that)
I'm not gonna hate on you in the magazine
(I'm better than that)
I'm not gonna compromise my christianity
(I'm better than that)
You know I'm not gonna diss you on the internet
('Cause my mama taught me better than that)

I'm a survivor (what),
I'm not gonna give up (what)
I'm not gon' stop (what),
I'm gonna work harder (what)
I'm a survivor (what), I'm gonna make it (what)
I will survive (what), keep on survivin' (what)


Destiny's Child

Christmas Time is Here

The mail lady pulled in the driveway and honked. My husband went out and got a package, came in and set it under the tree. Our daughter came out from her cave and asked who it was for. He said it was for the whole family from her sister. She bent down, looked and said IT SAYS PERISHABLE!


And in a matter of seconds it was opened. Gosh, it was mailed just 3 days ago and full to the top with GOLD. That would be biscotti. I got out some baggies and put about 6-7 in each bag. There were about 3 dozen. About 3 were broken, they went in a separate bag, and the crumbs went in a third bag - can't waste those crumbs! I put them all back in the box and my daughter actually cleared off a space on the counter to put them.

THANK YOU HEATHER!

It almost makes up for missing you all year. Almost. I had one of the pieces with some coffee. They taste extra delicious this year!

I also got a Christmas card from my brother. He spelled my name wrong....

Good thing we got that wonderful box of boscotti, or I would really be wondering how my own brother would not know how to spell my name....

Well, there is no snow here, but it is sure cold. I got up about 4 am and it was so cold I looked at the temperature, it was 53 degrees. I know that's not cold if you live some place where you can turn on a heater or put a log on the fire. But we don't have that here. Luckily I put the flannel sheets on the bed just yesterday! So, it was cozy inside. My daughter is going to put the new purple flannel ones I got her on her bed...as soon as she can tunnel her way to the mattress....


Christmas time is here
Happiness and cheer
Fun for all that children call
Their favorite time of the year

Sleigh bells in the air
Beauty everywhere
Yuletide by the fireside
And joyful memories there

Christmas time is here
We'll be drawing near
Oh that we could always see
Such spirit through the year

Guaraldi/Mendelson

Christmas in Hawaii

Christmas in Hawaii is like Christmas everywhere
No, actually, its not - not at all.
How's this?


So here we have a 14 year old, doing what they do real good, sitting in a field of flowers....Anyhow, on Saturday morning we woke up to a chill in the air. I put on my sweat pants, yes, same ones I've had over a decade, not much need for them here. I had a hard time getting into my yoga, it was cold. So, I went and picked out what I was going to wear that night to the annual Family Christmas party of some friends. It was an indoor-outdoor back yard lanai party. So I figured maybe I should wear something with sleeves. I dug into the back of the closet and got out a black ballet neck top and hung it in the window so it wouldn't smell like the back of the closet! Then I did my yoga.

After an hour of taking off my leg warmers, cause I can't have my toes in, so I just pull them down all the way and just the end of my toes stick out; then taking off my sweatshirt, then putting my sweaty hair up on top of my head, I finally looked at the temperature to see it was 80 degrees before 11 am. Hmm, I thought, I had better think up something else to wear to the party. So, found something and got it in the wash and then was going to tumble it for about 5 minutes, max, then hang it so it wouldn't shrink. Then back to some things I had to do in the office. I was writing and my daughter came in to tell me that her bra smelled weird like B.O. I said, oh, great, why don't you wash it and she said that her boobs didn't smell and would I smell it and tell her what it was. Oh SURE, just what I'd love to do. OK, so, I did - geez, what mother's will do - and I told her it was perspiration, or just what she said. Then she wanted to know how that could be because those things don't sweat. I told her to lift up her arms and follow the natural body pattern. She said OH. She wanted to know if she could throw it in with my clothes at which I said an astound NO. I told her to wash it by hand and roll it in a towel and then hang it on the lanai and it would be dry in a couple hours.

Well, what happened, was that she washed it, then took my stuff from the washing machine and put her bra AND my DO NOT SHRINK outfit into the dryer on BAKE. And twenty minutes later she brought in her bra all dry and when I went out to get my stuff from the washer and couldn't find it she told me it was all done in the dryer. I was stuffing my fist in my mouth so I wouldn't yell. I took out my now tiny little outfit and thought to myself, well, I could rewash it, pull on it when it was wet and hang it to dry, but it wouldn't be dry in time for that evening. So, she and I went into my room to find me something else appropriate to wear to a party of about 100 people, adults and kids - even though bringing your kids was optional, they were all there, and all about her age. She was a lot of help. We started with my earrings, I wanted to wear a certain pair of earrings, and the rest had to go with them. I found a white top and purple skirt I wanted to wear, but to her horror, MOM, that shows your nipples! We decided to take a break from that and concentrate on my hair. I thought half up and half down. Because I wanted to show my earrings, and my bangs fall in my face. She suggested I cut my bangs and wear it in a pony tail. Hahaha, funny. Can't have my nipples show, that's not adult, yet I should cut my bangs and put my hair up in a pony tail. We decided on a sorta stylish messy sides up in a tortoise shell clip, and all my too long, per my hairdresser, hair, down my back.

OK, that done, it was a choice between being able to see people close up or far away, changing glasses back and forth all night OR being able to see everything, just not 20/20, maybe sorta like airbrushed. I decided I didn't want to change glasses all night so I got out my contacts and borrowed some of MY eyeshadow from my daughter. Now, back to what was I going to wear. Well, I have a dress, I bought in San Ramon 5 years ago, a black Luna Luz, corset top with tiny buttons down the front and a flowing, Egyptian cotton skirt to the ankles with 4 thigh high slits. It's my WHEN IN DOUBT WEAR THIS OUT dress. Perfect! I looked great, felt great, all was good. We even got there on time, the first person I saw was a woman my age with hair dragging on the floor. And I ended up being in the company of women who over half of them had longer hair than me. So, poo on my hairdresser!

It was a fun party. The Mexican food was great, mostly vegetarian too. Apparently the wine was good, I don't know. As we were sitting on the lanai I looked across the yard and saw what appeared to be a naked woman sitting with her back to me in a chair talking to a bunch of other people. She looked familiar, she looked like the Principal. All of a sudden she stood up, and it was her, oh, and she was wearing a backless dress that had no sleeves and was above the knees. It was real pretty, but sitting in the chair, it was a strange illusion. The White Elephant round of gift grabbing was fun, although we were trying to get rid of our stuff. Alas, we ended up with a ninja backpack, a Grey's Anatomy license plate frame, a 41 cent stamp make your own stamp kit, a ceramic bell shape plate with a tiny knife, Christmas stocking shaped teeny salt and pepper shakers, AND, the most stolen gift of the night, a Starbucks Gift Card.

See? It's genetic.....I think.



Christmas in Hawaii is like Christmas everywhere,
The bells ring out and children shout their greetings on the air.
Christmas in Hawaii is the day when Christ was born,
There is no snow but people go to church on Christmas morn.

Ting, ting tingaling jingle bells ring from a steel guitar.
Ding, dong ding-a-long all the bells ring from near and far.

Christmas in Hawaii when we celebrate His birth
Aloha then, good will to men from every land on earth.


Lyrics - R. Alex Anderson

People Are Crazy (Reprise)

We put up the Christmas Tree on the Weekend. It was fun, and it looks beautiful. I haven't gotten a photo yet, but I'll get one maybe tonight. I was going to write about that today. That was, until I came in after yoga and saw a message on the machine. It was a personal message from someone close, seems I just missed it.

Anyhow, we have a very old answering machine, and at the end of the personal message is the left overs from that manifesto message from the No Crying in Counseling First Letters of the Alphabet Counselor at Kapaa H.S. who will still remain nameless, less she falls into another crying jag again because I hurt her feelings. I'm sorry, I don't have much, if any sympathy for someone I believe has a Master's Degree who cries because someone said something they don't like. Doesn't that phone have a hang up button? If you don't like it, hang up.

Getting back to this absurd thing - which I must add, I was Done - so done - stick a fork in me, I'm done - with this LAST WEEK. Going back to Nov 18, I needed a note for my daughter to say that she needed to stay out of the sun after 20 minutes. Not that anyone really needed a note, as one posses TWO THINGS needed to be able to figure that out, and you have them with you at all times, RIGHT ON YOUR FACE! Look at her!

So, a few things went amiss. First off, I made the wrong assumption that the counselor would be the one to call about this. Back in the good old days, the counselor did all the student coordinating stuff. My older daughter had a counselor that was really good - although she didn't like her, I did. I think her name was Mrs Delos Reyes. She used to call me at work to let me know my daughter just drove out of the school parking lot during 2nd period with her friends. It was just conscientious of her to let me know. That way, when I saw a car drive by that looked like it had my daughter in it with her surf board, I would know I wasn't imagining it. (It was very hard to get past where I worked - that corner, it was the beach access corner, if you went straight or turned, the restaurant was right there, I could see everything.) So, getting back to this century and this daughter; as soon as I started to talk to this counselor about the sunscreen, she switched to talking about her latest grades, which really is my husband's kuleana (you'll have to look that up). The counselor was very scattered, didn't seem to know what she was doing, other than to tell me that I must have a note because people lie....

So, I said some choice words, which you can find in my post on the 18th of last month and then I hung up. Turns out she went to her boss crying about how mean I was. I was. I was pretty outraged that she would not give my daughter the benefit of the doubt until I could get the note from the doctor's office. And some other things went wrong as well. The Sergeant Major moved off island and a new JROTC teacher took over the class. This apparently caused some confusion with messages left on that phone line. The way the school works is that one has to have a code to get into their voicemail, so that part took a while,then the new teacher Sgt. V. called me and he was nice as can be, said he understood the whole thing, that sure he would give her inspection in the shade if necessary, and that he was there to help. He talked a whole bunch, real fast, with a whole lot of facts, yet he was easy to follow and very pleasant to talk with. That same week, I believe the next day, the doctor's office called me to ask when I was coming in to pick up the note. Apparently someone had put it in the PICK UP basket, instead of the outgoing mail basket, where it set for almost 2 weeks before someone called. So, I had them mail it to me and I was set to have my husband drop off the copies at the H.S.

Then, Ms First Letters of the Alphabet Counselor left a message on my phone, after 3 pm on Monday, saying "This is for Mrs Jones" (now, that's my husband's last name, I have a different name, but the school uses that, so I go along with it, but don't send me a check with that name, I can't cash it). Then she went on to say that she was just returning the call (WHAT CALL?) because the week before she had been in meetings and then it was Furlough Friday and so this was her first chance. She then reference things from the 18th and she was all mixed up, and sarcastic. Then at the end of the message she said If you have any questions YOU CAN HAVE YOUR HUSBAND CALL ME. Oh really? I CAN? Well, I didn't have any questions, but I sure had some comments. And I am not going to put them here because I am DONE with this stupid thing.

She even called my husband to tattle on me. Give me a break. I am way too old for this baby stuff. And my husband, he has a gentle soul, and even though Debbie Lindsey would have had a field day if he had cried to her about anything, he still feels that the teachers/counselors are overloaded. So, have some compassion? Sure. I feel sorry she has to work so hard at the DOE High School. But, one of the things she said in her message was that she waited so long (not that I was at all expecting a call), but she said she couldn't call one day because it was Furlough Friday. Well, My husband went back and worked for 3 hours last night that he didn't get paid for. Maybe this lady wouldn't be so mixed up about what her job is if there were no Furlough Fridays - that is Governor Lingle's mess she made. It is not helping anyone, nor are we getting out of debt. It is hurting the students, and making the teachers and counselors angry and stressed out.

C'est Tout! Finito! Fin! Pau! 10-10...


God is Great
Beer is Good
And people are Crazy

People are Crazy

Blue

Today is my Mother's birthday. If she had lived another month and 25 days she would have been 81 years old today. Its a little bitter sweet for me. Well, NO it's just plain hard. Oh, I'm not sitting here in a puddle of tears or anything, I just feel like part of me is missing.

You know how people say sometimes that they can feel the presence of a deceased person, well, I don't. In fact, I feel even less of a connection than I had even through all the time she was sick. I have said in the past couple years that very frequently I would walk into a room or get in the car and the clock would say 1:11. We have 6 clocks all with different times, none of them are the right time, most fast, some slow, but none the same, and then the one in the car is even faster, I suppose so that whoever is driving will get to where ever they are late for on time. Anyhow, it happens with ALL the clocks.

I have said that I thought that was my mother, because 3 is her number. She would always say that was her favorite number. When ever we played games or something that had to do with a number, it was easy to figure out that she would pick the 3rd thing or something to do with the number 3. And since I don't think my mother was really in her frail body for maybe a year or longer, it seemed to coincide with when I came upon a clock and it had the time 1:11. I don't wear a watch, by the way. I don't think I have worn one since the Swatch plastic florescent ones went out of fashion. I don't need a watch, nor do I need a clock. If I need to wake up at a certain time, I just tell myself that time before I go to sleep. And as far as work, I have never worked at a place that didn't have a clock on every wall. Gee, at the CHP we had a wall of clocks that told us what time it was all over the world.

For this post, I purposely made sure I was sitting down at the computer before 1:11.

OK...getting off the trail. This was about my Mother. Well, first off, I do have something aqua on which is in the blue family of her favorite color. I mentioned to my husband yesterday that I didn't know how well I would do today. I wrote a post in her Mercury News Guest Book, yesterday, they take about 24 hours to show up, but its not there. I quoted a line in this same song, so that's probably some kind if infringement that's against the rules. Anyways, so my husband wakes me up this morning at 6:30 and tells me that he knows I don't like to check my email in the morning, but to check it when I get up. I decided to go back to sleep, and would have slept quite a while but apparently the tree trimmer who came here last week to see if I wanted to pay $150 to cut the coconuts, also went to everyone else on the block as he started in about 8 am down at the end of the street and by 9 am I had to get up. So, I got dressed and decided to make a nice cup of coffee for myself in my favorite cup before I checked my email. But I couldn't find the cup, so I came in the office here and there I had put it on a shelf (don't ask, I don't know why). It was then that I noticed that my daughter had left her pencil case and all her 15 note cards of her Science Project sitting right on the desk. So, I quickly sent off an email to my husband to see if there was any way of him coming back to get it at lunch, because it was due today. It was then that I noticed there was NO email from my husband. I checked my other email account, checked the junk, trash, misc, etc. I dropped him an email asking if he had sent it, that I didn't get it, then went and made some coffee.

He sent an email back saying that sometimes things don't go the way he wanted them to, he got busy at school and 3 hours later he still didn't have time to send it, but here it was, cut and pasted in the wrong order, but I figured it out. He wanted me to have a nice day today. That part was nice. But I didn't need this:

Find some serenity....you hate to hear, "She's in a better place," etc., but that is one thing your mom has now for sure, that she hadn't had for several years, (if not more...who knows?). I know she had moments, because I've seen photos where it's evident. But for several years, (maybe longer....who knows), we know serenity was one thing that overall, she didn't enjoy.

I'm sure intentions may have been good, but THAT didn't make me feel all serene. Just let it be and I'll get through it. But don't tell me she is in a better place. How do you know? You been there?

I'm sorry, I'm still in the first stage of grief. I moved from numbness and distress to I guess anger. At least I'm moving along. I still miss my Mother.


Mother, you just weren't here long enough. You had one more grandchild that could have used some lessons in which fork to use, or just not to put her feet on the chair when at the dinner table. We all miss you.
I will always love you.


Blue
Oh, so lonesome for you
Why can’t you be blue over me?

Blue
Oh, so lonesome for you
Tears fill my eyes ’till I can’t see

3 o’clock in the morning, here am i
Sitting here so lonely, so lonesome I could cry


My mother just fell in love with Leann Rimes and blasted this through the family room speakers which basically filled that room, the kitchen, the front bedroom, the office and all the rooms in the back of the house!