Sunday, August 30, 2009

I Watch Him Sleep...

I watch him sleep.

I do this a lot lately. I listen to his breathing and watch his chest rise and fall....always praying that there will be another rise to fall. Holding my own breath at times until I see the subtle intake in his lungs.

I watch him sleep.

It gives me time to study the changes without him knowing I am looking. In the past, I never got the chance to watch him sleep. When I opened my eyes, his smiling face would always be there...watching me.

I watch him sleep.

And try not to imagine life without him. My life began with him and ends with him. I look for the place where I end and he begins, but it doesn't exist. We are one.

I watch him sleep.

And remember how he took the lives of two little people who were stuck in the middle and created a beautiful life for them...always making sure that they knew they were loved...unconditionally...eternally.

I watch him sleep.

At times, he turns and I see him the way he was...before. I miss that strength, that confidence, that cockiness to conquer the world. He turns again and I am reminded of now. I am amazed at the gentleness, the perseverance, the dedication.

I watch him sleep.

And thank God for the next breath...for the next year...for my life.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

We Have Lost The Lion...

The Lion of the Senate

"It is better to send in the Peace Corps
than the Marine Corps."

"This disaster reminds us that we are all
part of the American family and we have
a responsibility to to help members of that
family when they are in need."

"Integrity is the lifeblood of democracy.
Deceit is a poison in its veins."

"The Constitution does not just protect
those whose views we share;
it also protects those with whose views we disagree."


Rest in Peace

Sunday, August 23, 2009

'Twas the Night Before School Starts...

'Twas the Night
Before School Starts

'Twas the night before school starts, when all through the houses,

Teachers were crying and whining to spouses.

The backpacks were hung by all front doors with care,

In hopes that their kids would soon be out of there;

The children were tossing and turning in beds,

While visions of homework rapped in their heads;

And hubby in boxers, and I in his lap,

Had just settled down for a frosty nightcap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

We sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.

Away to the window we flew like a flash,

Those damn neighbor dogs! Get out of our trash!

The moon on the breast of the overturned can,

Made us feel pangs of sorrow for our friendly trash man.

When, what to our wondering eyes should appear,

But a shiny school bus loaded with gear,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

We got Mr. Johnson! He’s such a dick!

More rapid than eagles his warnings they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and started to blame!

"No standing! No eating! No laughing out loud!

No music! No cell phones! Of these rules I am proud!

To the top of the hill! To the first of the line!

Now dash away! Dash away! And don‘t you dare whine!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

The bus did a wheelie and landed cockeye!

So up to the house-top the occupants flew,

With handfuls of lunchboxes , and Ms. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,

Laughter and dancing and even a “woof“!

As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,

Down the chimney Ms. Nicholas came with a bound.

She was dressed all in pink, from her head to her foot,

And her clothes were all brand new! She had spent all her loot!

A tote bag of supplies she had flung on her back,

And she looked like a peddler just opening her pack.

Her eyes -- how they twinkled! Her dimples how merry!

Her cheeks were like roses, her nose like a fairy!

Her smile was as brilliant as thousands of pearls,

And the hair on her head was in hundreds of curls!

The perfume she wore was fragrant and sweet,

We all knew that we were in for a treat!

She had a nice face and her curls were light yellow,

And they shook, when she laughed, like a bowlful of Jell-0.

She was bubbly and happy, a right jolly young miss,

And we laughed when we saw her, then she blew us a kiss!

A wink of her eye and a twist of her head,

Soon gave us to know we had nothing to dread;

She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,

And checked our kids backpacks; then turned with a jerk,

And laying her finger aside of her ear,

She mimicked holding a phone and said, “Call me this year!”

She sprang to the door, to our kids gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard her exclaim, ere they ran out of sight,

"Happy School Year to all. Mom & Dad, its alright!"

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Signs Of The Times

Just never know what
you are going to see
these days...








Friday, August 14, 2009

Trash Talk and Cat Daddy Sittin' In A Tree...

Well, it

Debbie and Danny...
Trash Talk and Cat Daddy...
just celebrated 36
years of wedded bliss!

If you haven't been reading Debbie's
mini-harlequin novelette version
of their courtship, you need to!
Check it out at Debbie's
new blog:

Don't forget Debbie's
other fabulous blog,

In honor of
Trash Talk and Cat Daddy's
endless love,
I am playing this
beautiful love song,
In Spite of Ourselves!
The lyrics are touching...
please listen and
raise your cold cans
to toast their special love affair!

In case you want to sing along,
I have included the lyrics...

She don't like her eggs all runny
She thinks crossin' her legs is funny
She looks down her nose at money
She gets it on like the Easter Bunny
She's my baby I'm her honey
I'm never gonna let her go

He ain't got laid in a month of Sundays
I caught him once and he was sniffin' my undies
He ain't too sharp but he gets things done
Drinks his beer like it's oxygen
He's my baby
And I'm his honey
Never gonna let him go

In spite of ourselves
We'll end up a'sittin' on a rainbow
Against all odds
Honey, we're the big door prize
We're gonna spite our noses
Right off of our faces
There won't be nothin' but big old hearts
Dancin' in our eyes.

She thinks all my jokes are corny
Convict movies make her horny
She likes ketchup on her scrambled eggs
Swears like a sailor when shaves her legs
She takes a lickin'
And keeps on tickin'
I'm never gonna let her go.

He's got more balls than a big brass monkey
He's a wacked out werido and a lovebug junkie
Sly as a fox and crazy as a loon
Payday comes and he's howlin' at the moon
He's my baby I don't mean maybe
Never gonna let him go

In spite of ourselves
We'll end up a'sittin' on a rainbow
Against all odds
Honey, we're the big door prize
We're gonna spite our noses
Right off of our faces
There won't be nothin' but big old hearts
Dancin' in our eyes.
There won't be nothin' but big old hearts
Dancin' in our eyes.

(spoken) In spite of ourselves

Happy Belated Anniversary,
Trash Talk and Cat Daddy!

Saturday, August 1, 2009

I Am Outta Here!

Following orders of
the heart...

We are out of here!

Going to see the ones
who make our world
go around!

We will be back!
Hope you are here
when we get back!

I may not have the energy
to post for a few days...
but I will be checking
on you, my blogging buddies!

See you soon!