I have a confession to make, while the rest of the family left me to go camping

I have a confession to make, while the rest of the family left me to go camping

I’ve been eating S’s birthday cake with ice cream for breakfast. I’ve posted another picture of her about to blow out her candles but that picture was last year. This year, without complaint, she gave up her birthday because I was in the hospital & I told her when I feel better she will have her cake. Her birthday was April 20th, she finally got this chocolate through chocolate cake May 25. Thank you S. for waiting so I can be there with you. May all your wishes come true. ( Unless you want to be a rockstar or a pop singer.)

mother’s with sons, remember when we were the sun, moon & stars?

mother's with sons, remember when we were the sun, moon & stars?

I only remember that he was like this from pictures. His older self seems to erase all memory of the sweetness. His older self is sweet, but when we talk its about war, lego, blowing up stuff. So this is a picture to remind all mom’s that a long time ago (or now) your son would find you in a crowd after he stepped on the home plate, just to smile & wave.

slaying dragons with half a brick & a foam sword, what fun

slaying dragons with half a brick & a foam sword, what fun

this “crick” is at the edge of our property. When we moved in we all climbed down the steep embankment to look for cool stuff. I was telling a woman how wonderful it is down there. She told me there are diamond back snakes & other creepy crawlies. When S. & H. ask to go down there, I tell them, if they see one to scream & run or throw rocks at it, make sure you can describe it & if it bites you, then I’ll take you to the closest hospital. No use worrying about things that may happen, not if you know what to do. I love that kid

on the way to work, well, when I had a job

on the way to work, well, when I had a job

I always told myself the next time I have my camera, I’m gonna stop & take a picture. It took five years. I was only when I knew I would no longer follow this path to a place I no longer work.

I’ve got my, I’ve got my…

I've got my, I've got my...

500 channel satellite & nothing really is on except food shows. Did you notice that the bigger people get, the more food channels come on? Did you notice at shopping centers, they closed retail stores & replaced them with restaurants. Food prices are going up & up & up. Because while we are climbing back (we hope) from the “Great Recession” The thriving industry is food….a man’s gotta eat.

Star of David

Star of David

I had this up today & took it back down. I thought maybe I’m putting too many Jewish things up. This blog is not about religion or politics, The blog is just images I see that make me feel something. click

Yes, please…

Yes, please...

This was from the Cheese Cake Factory. I ate a slice & felt no guilt before, during or after.
Everywhere I look, people are obsessed with how they look. Sometimes I get caught up in that stress. I look at my 16 year old’s perfect body, the one I had when I was her age. I decided I had my time to shine & someday she will have wrinkles & scars earned by raising her own family.
When my body was perfect, my life was about getting my driving license, new clothes, boys, never how much I weighed. I now know how much work I put my body through. I never knew there would be a physical limit…that I would age?
I have begun to accept who I am, the scars & wrinkles & a little extra weight is worth everything I’ve done to be here. Me & my husband made our family.
I also know I need to take pleasure when I can find it. So I ate a whole slice, & savored every single bite. I should have pie, I deserve it. & you know what, it was so filling I couldn’t eat any dinner. Bonus! All of us are aging & none of us can stop time. & if I want pie for dinner…”can you add extra whipped cream & maybe a cherry on top?”

Little vases, big flowers

Little vases, big flowers

I have flowers growing everywhere. I pick some every week or so & put them in these little vases everywhere