Sunday, March 31, 2013

Easter Sunday.

Yesterday, after a beautiful day spent with Kd's family
at "Aunt Traci and Uncle Dana's" camp,
today we head to Thibodaus to be with our family.
Rebecca and BFOB have graciously offered to cook
at their rental house in Thibodaux so that  we can all visit
with mom. We all know that our time with her is getting 
shorter so having a gathering place in Thibodaux is so awesome.

It was a beautiful day on the water and Bean was great.
There was so much food and so many new and old friends.
After reading the blog of yesterday, quoting George Carlin,
we made it the truth for at least a day.
May we all spend the day with loved ones today,
may we all rejoice on the day the Lord raised from the dead.
Love to all, Happy Easter!

Saturday, March 30, 2013

George Carlin...

George Carlin, known to so many
as a comedian, then today I post
his writings of our life of today and
it inspires me with its truth.
Happy Saturday!


George Carlin's wife died early in 2008 and George followed her, dying in July 2008. It is ironic George Carlin - comedian of the 70's and 80's - could write something so very eloquent and so very appropriate. An observation by George Carlin:

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.

Remember to spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.

Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.

Remember, to say, 'I love you' to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.

Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

And always remember, life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by those moments that take our breath away.

George Carlin
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Friday, March 29, 2013

In love with Pope Frances

I have not yet spoken much on the topic of our former
Pope retiring. I believe he had that right and I am sure it
was not done for all the reasons people gossip about it.
The fact is, I believe God had his hand in it, and am
more convinced when I hear the stories of our new
Pope Frances.
He reminds me of Robin Hood.
The first thing Pope F. did that impressed me,
he refused to ride in the Pope motorcade that was bullet proof.
Instead, he rode in an open car and during his ride 
he spotted a very handicapped man and his family moving
to the front of the motorcade.
He stopped the procession, got down and prayed over 
this most handicapped family, got back in the motorcade and
continued on to the balcony.
In his first speech to all there to listen he stressed
"If you are saving your money to come here to visit
the holy land,  use it instead to feed the poor.
On the CAtholic channel on Sirius radio there is more.
He is not moving into the Pope apartments rather,
wants to live in the apartments where all the cardinals were
housed while voting for Pope was taking place.
It is all he needs, also rode on the bus with his fellow Popes
after he became our Pope, instead of alone in the vehicle offered to him.
I believe he will do wonders not only for the Catholic church
but for all who call themselves Christians.
Such an exciting time in our Catholic world.

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Really, Minta?????

Yes, this picture, right here, taken by my dear friend, Alli
yesterday, is My Mommy Minta.
Just two weeks ago, we were told she had a heart attack
and a week before that was diagnosed with 
numerous blood clots in her lungs.
The cardiologist, being very young but very informative,
told me and Mone that our Mommy was dying 
and if he could get her well enough to be discharged,
it would be on hospice and her time on this Earth would
be short lived. For the first few days we got her to
the Manor, we believed this to be true.
She went back to her home at the Manor on Hospice,
St. Joseph Hospice trained us on all the equipment that
may be needed as she entered the last part of her life,
we used the medications that were sent to keep her 
relaxed and calm and out of pain.
She spent most of her time in bed, in her pj's,
eating very little. We read the book given to us by Hospice
and there we learned that many of her days proved
that she was on her way to the other side.
We came to acceptance, stayed with her minute by minute,
some of us watched her breathing wondering if in her sleep,
she would leave us.  Then last week, Veronica and I
put her in the tub for a good bath, she asked to dress instead
of pajamas. Asked to get out in the wheelchair to see
St. Joseph Altar and every day since, she has improved.
Improved to the picture above. 
Gypsy Baby's boss joked with her saying she needed
to stop using her grandma dying as an excuse for time off.
We continue with hospice, hoping they don't think
she is too well for their care.
We are not silly, we know in a matter of time, she will
have another attack and we will need to use their services
and their medications to keep her out of the hospital,
but for right now, we bask in the glory of once again,
a well momma. I head there this afternoon to spend
my two nights and three days with her.
We continue our vigil, more for ourselves than for her.
Each of us, in our time alone with her, is blessed
with things she says to us, stories she tells us.
I do believe, she may be immortal.

Monday, March 25, 2013


On to another book that already I know is going to
be one I preach about and from, 
one that Oprah loves so you know I am going 
to love it. 
Yesterday on Oprah's Soul series on OWN channel,
this is read and I am hooked.
If you are a Mother, or maybe even a father,
If you have loved and nurtured a child,
this is going to make you tear, maybe even cry.
As the author tried to read it to Oprah,
Oprah cried and so did Ms. Brown.
Above all else, I want you to know that you are 
loved and lovable.
You will learn this from my words and actions-the
lessons on love are in how I treat you and how
I treat myself.
I want you to engage in the world from a place of worthiness.
You will learn that you are worthy of love,
belonging, and joy every time you see me
practice self-compassion and embrace my own imperfections.
We will practice courage in our family by showing up,
letting ourselves be seen, and honoring vulnerability.
We will share our stories of struggle and strength.
There will always be room in our home for both.
We will teach you compassion by practicing compassion
with ourselves first; then with each other. 
We will set and respect boundaries; we will honor hard work,
hope and perseverance. Rest and play will be family values, 
as well family practices.
You will learn accountability and respect by watching me
make mistakes and make amends, and by watching
how I ask for what I need and talk about how I feel.
I want you to know joy, so together we will practice gratitude.
I want you to feel joy, so together we will 
learn how to be vulnerable.
When uncertainty and scarcity visit, you will be able to 
draw from the spirit that is part of our everyday life.
Together we will cry and face fear and grief. I will
want to take away your pain, but instead I will sit with you
and teach you how to feel it.
We will laugh and sing and dance and create. We will
always have permission to be ourselves with each other.
No matter what, you will always belong here.
As you begin you Wholehearted journey, the greatest 
gift that I can give to you is to live and love with my 
whole heart and to dare greatly.
I will not teach or love or show you anything perfectly,
but I will let you see me, and I will always hold
sacred the gift of seeing you.
Truly, deeply, seeing you.
Okay, can you see why this book is going to be the
I mean is this not what each of us wish we had
written to and for our children?
This should be the family motto for each American family.
Thank you, Brene' Brown for writing this book.
I just started and already cannot put it down!

Sunday, March 24, 2013


Reading on my iPad
UNTIL I SAY GOODBYE by Susan Spencer-Wendel.
A beautiful, wonderfully written book
that I can barely put down and at the same time,
can't read too much at once for the memories it brings to mind.
You see, the book is written by Susan Spencer-Wendel,
who has ALS, Lou Gehrig's Disease.
Having lost a dear friend, Gina and a man
that was like a father to me growing up, Mr. Charles
to this dreaded disease, it's hard to read too much at a time.
Oh but what she teaches about grace, acceptance in her book
is phenomenal. 
What a beautiful acceptance speech. It is exactly what
my two dear people did, accepted the fate.
She is a writer and an article of her disease was published in 
a newspaper her mother had many copies.
A friend of hers was mentioned in the article
so when that friend visited, Susan's mother handed him 
a copy of the article and said,
Then she writes the most beautiful words of a Mothers love,
So very beautiful. 
It is a book I will purchase in hard copy for my 
library I am building.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013


It's a manor morning and I sit in the lobby drinking my coffee
After basically being "kicked out" of moms apartment.
I reply that I wake up early every morning that its my favorite part of the day.
Ans under her breath I hear something that reminds me of something
Bean would say,
hahahahahah gotta love her.
I take my iPad out and find my little space to drink coffee,
Read and blog.
Just like each morning here, 
The "N" couple come down for breakfast. 
They are a stand out couple, a joy to all,
They are newlyweds. Married here at the manor 
Last year. What makes them a stand out couple is,
Each morning as they come down for breakfast,
They are dressed alike. 
Today it is red shirts, last time I was here,
Aqua print. So sweet.
Mr N fixes both their coffee while ms. N 
Sets their breakfast table with their own dishes.
Beautifully designed, may have been a wedding gift
Or may have been something from one of their pasts.
Cloth napkins, beautiful china. 
She waits, standing near her chair until her love 
Comes to pull out her chair. 
They hold hands and they pray then begin their breakfast.
There is so much to learn here at the manor if you
Listen and watch. 
So much to learn. 

Tuesday, March 19, 2013


The strange feelings of caring for our terminally ill Mommy 
continues. Unless you have done it, you don't understand it.
If you have done it, you know exactly what I speak of.
When it is your turn to be with her, you look forward to it,
can't wait to see her and by the time your three days are up
you can't wait to be able to get away for a while, sleep 
in your own bed. You breath a sigh of relief that you are
so blessed with siblings who share the care with you
and you can get away to your own home for a bit.
Then you get home, you go to bed, you catch up on 
your rest, you spend time with your family but 
the whole time, your mind, your thoughts, your heart is
not completely there. You are worried and continuously 
thinking about the Mommy. You have so much to do,
so much you can do at your home and yet, you don't
get much done, you want to but don't have the will to do 
anything then before you know it, it is your turn to 
go back to care for the Mommy.
Oh, that was long.... but again, if you have done it,
you know exactly what I speak of.
On my way home last week from Thibodaux I stopped at
one of my favorite garage sale stores,
They were having a book sale and I love books
(as though you didn't know that)
I picked up plenty for my "library" and this one was
right there waiting for me to buy for 50 cents.
I have my own copy, read it when it first came out.
This copy will be going to Mommy's today and I will 
leave it there just in case any of the sisters are interested in 
reading it while there. It is the perfect type of book 
to have there. If you have not read it, it is one that I recommend,
especially if you find yourself with agnostic tendencies.
A Four year old child cannot talk of these things unless
he truly lived it. 
A thanks to all those followers who continue to not only 
pray for my family but think of us and take the time to add
well wishes here and on Facebook. We are such a
blessed family.

Saturday, March 16, 2013

Random acts of kindness

This morning I awaken in my own bed knowing there is no need
to rush out to get to Thibodaux, 
This is a day I get to stay home and rest while my awesome
other siblings carry the torch for a few days.
It's an odd thing when you are told that your parent, your mother is dying.
You need a break from the news, the caregiving, 
you long for just one night of uninterrupted sleep but
the night/day you get it, you miss not being there as you know your
time with your Mommy is limited.
Today, KD is on call so I am going to have Bean for a few hours.
I am pumped about that. It is why when I got home last night
at 5:30 I went straight to bed and slept until now.
It's gunna be a good day.
Today I want to talk about Random Acts of Kindness, RAK.
I know we are surrounded by them every day and I know I have
given some in my lifetime, but when you have an ill family  member
you notice them more. Each one, because of my vulnerable state
overwhelms me inside, chokes me up, makes me want to cry
with love and gratitude for these people who take the time
to remember us, do for us in our time of need.
I am going on a limb to mention a few and pray I hurt no one
if I leave their caring out, none of these acts go unnoticed, today
I speak of a few of many, many, all that are appreciated.
Yesterday as I drink my coffee, one of my dear friends, Patricia and 
her littlest daughter, Emily stop by on their way to school.
They stop to give me hugs and kisses and tell me they love me.
They also give me a copy of this wonderful book above.
 Elise, Patricia's other daughter posted a reading from
this book on her Instagram Wall.
I posted that I thought I would love this book especially now.
that this looks like a book I would love.
Without saying a word, the Degruise family went out and purchased 
me my very own copy. They also each wrote a love letter inside,
just as I have always told them you should do when giving a gift
of a book. They are all so important to me and this act had me
overwhelmed with love for them all.
However, this is just one of many RAK.
There was the visit from Claire a nurse at Thib. regional who is also
a family friend from way back who took the time
to not only come and visit us and my Mom in ICU
but also listened to my story of our home health issues
and suggested we look into St. Joseph Hospice.
This suggestion led us to the most caring people who
are there to assure our mother can and will make the
transition from this world to the next without pain or suffering.
This small act made me choke up when Claire hugged me
and gave me her card and number to call for anything.
There was the eye doctor yesterday afternoon,
who was getting ready to leave for the weekend who 
agreed to pick up her purse and put her lab coat back on
to give me an eye exam that was overdue so I could get 
new contacts. I had my last pair in, needed more for tomorrow
and could not get any because I was overdue for seeing the doctor.
After the assistant explained my dilemma she saw me and I could
not thank her enough. She said,
"I would hope someone would do this for me if my Mother
were dying." Another cry session.
There are the random visits and texts from so many friends
and family members, all reaching out to help in any way, to
visit, sit do whatever we may need.
There was the text from my dear, Celeste, offering
to bring spaghetti her hubby had cooked to the ICU
waiting room so I could eat. I turned down her offer
because there were about 20 of us that night to see Mom
but the thought of me in our time of need, touched me deeply.
So many things, so many people, so many random acts of kindness.
None go unnoticed and I thank you all, each one of you
for it all.
I will end with yet another RAK,
I awaken this morning to drink coffee in my home
and as I check facebook I see a private message from another 
dear friend, Crystal and this beautiful poem brings me 
back to a tearful morning overflowing with love for all
my friends and family:

"My dear girl, the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through.
If when we talk, I repeat the same thing a thousand times, don’t interrupt to say: “You said the same thing a minute ago”... Just listen, please. Try to remember the times when you were little and I would read the same st
ory night after night until you would fall asleep.
When I don’t want to take a bath, don’t be mad and don’t embarrass me. Remember when I had to run after you making excuses and trying to get you to take a shower when you were just a girl?
When you see how ignorant I am when it comes to new technology, give me the time to learn and don’t look at me that way... remember, honey, I patiently taught you how to do many things like eating appropriately, getting dressed, combing your hair and dealing with life’s issues every day... the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through.
If I occasionally lose track of what we’re talking about, give me the time to remember, and if I can’t, don’t be nervous, impatient or arrogant. Just know in your heart that the most important thing for me is to be with you.
And when my old, tired legs don’t let me move as quickly as before, give me your hand the same way that I offered mine to you when you first walked.
When those days come, don’t feel sad... just be with me, and understand me while I get to the end of my life with love.
I’ll cherish and thank you for the gift of time and joy we shared. With a big smile and the huge love I’ve always had for you, I just want to say, I love you... my darling daughter."
This says it all, again, thanks to each and every one of you
who have thought, prayed, did for any and all of us in our
time of need. None are overlooked or not appreciated.
Love to all from myself and my siblings and of course,
my beautiful Mommy.

Friday, March 15, 2013

Ms Hazel Rome

(Blogging from iPad excuse any mistakes)
After the most refreshing day and night with my Mommy
I come out into the dining area to have my coffee while 
I let mommy sleep " just a little while longer"
 Here comes MS. Hazel Rome. How I love this woman
And I decide this morning is the morning I wil tell
Her just how important her influence was to my 
Love of reading, my love of writing.
She comes and sits near me when I call her name..
She is almost deaf now so she has to be close and look 
At your face to understand you.
She sits with me, still the same teacher I remember. 
She is always well dressed, hair is done in the same 
Manner it was when I had he in 7th and 8th grade.
" Because of you, Ms. Rome I love to read," 
I begin. She gets teary- eyed says that it's too much
That I have made her day but I tell her there is more.
I thanked her for always being strict because when I went 
To her class I knew there would be no nonsense 
And because I loved her class I would learn there.
I share with her how I journal and write in my journals 
Often and began that the year I had her as a teacher.
She is responsible, the force behind my love of
Reading, writing and grammar.
I am a stickler for proper grammar and use of
Proper words, she is the reason for that.
She is beyond grateful and we talk about this for about 15 
Minutes. She thanks me profusely for sharing that
Because it has made her day.
She then shares with me a story of my daddy.
" that Freddie he was such a clown and I was 
Serious about my learning. The one time I ever got
In trouble in school was because of Freddie. 
We were upstairs in Math class with mr. miller
Ans he was determined to get me to laugh.
Finally he did something and I burst out laughing" 
She said it was the only time she ever went to the office 
For her behavior. After that she made sure to
Sit away from him after that day.
What a wonderful way to start the day.
Ms. Hazel Rome is the leading force
Behind my writings and my correct grammar.
This blog would not be possible if she had 
Not taught me from
"Bell to bell" 
As she reminds me how she taught.
I am so glad I was able to share that with her.
She is one special little lady.

Thursday, March 14, 2013

two years ago...

I am a day late on the blog of Bean's second birthday.
This morning I am in Plaquemine, heading to Thib. soon
to spend the night with my Mommy
but could not let another day go by without talking of our
dear, sweet Bean.
I am looking through  photos to use and the above,
her first professional picture and cannot believe
that picture was taken two years ago already.
This little girl, she came and  changed all our lives.
She has made everything fun again, made the world
so much more fun.
I adore her, she is my salvation during this time in my life
and just as when I had my own children, I 
have the thought that there is no way I could love another
grandchild as much as this one.
Also, just like when I had my own, I did have more love
for the other baby and I am a better person because of her.
Just as if the Big Man blesses us with other grandchildren,
the life we have now will even be more fulfilling.
I can go on and on about this little pixie, how special she
is, how funny she is, how loving she can be,
yet, I would be repeating the same blog I probably have
written so many times since she was born.
I never knew the love of a grandmother, what all the
hoopla was about that others spoke of.
There is no words to explain how this love works,
how it fills you.
When she says, "Musie" I melt.
A funny story, I am to be called Mumsie but when 
Bean says it, it sounds more like "Musie" and sometimes
even sounds like "Muazie" which is mildew in cajun french.
I do believe as she grows I may just be the mildew in her life.
Funny, funny, funny things this little girl brings us.
Last night as so many of us sat around the Thibodaux ICU
waiting room, she was there to bring us laughter, was able
to spend time with so many of our family members who don't
get to see her that often.She is a delight to all who meet her.
Thank you so much to the Big Man for sending us this one
to be ours. No other could have taken her place.
 Happy second Birthday, to our sweet, sweet 
I love you to the moon and back,
you make every day worthwhile and every day
I don't get to see you is a day that has something missing.
Our move to Plaquemine was mostly because of the need I 
had to see you often, to get my Bean fix often.
You are the honey to my peanut butter,
the Spenda to my coffee,
you are everything and so much more than I ever wanted 
in a grandaughter. 
I love you  my sweet, sweet Bean,
Love, your mildew, Musie, Mumsie


Wednesday, March 13, 2013

short but needed

Once again, as I prepare to leave for the little ol' town
of Thibodaux, I ask for prayers for my little mommy.
She is in ICU having had a heart attack last night.
We have all made peace with the fact that our dear Mother
is dying, has even said she is tired and ready a few times
yesterday but landed up needing the hospital due to the suffering
she was in. It is the one thing we promised her, we will 
not allow her to suffer.
May God listen to the prayers of my family, 
the prayers of our Mother and give her everlasting peace
with Him. 

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

such a beautiful love story.

Since I read these obituaries one morning while drinking coffee
at the Manor I have been intrigued.
What a love story must be behind the deaths of these two people.
It is just an obituary, no explanation as to how they died,
only that at the age of 91 and 96, after many years of marriage
and the sharing of a whole lifetime together, 
they passed to the next world within 24 hours of each other.
As a nurse of over thirty years, there are many stories of the elderly
dying not long after the other, three months being the most common time
of the deaths. Never have I heard of such a story that within 24 hours.
It touches me to the core of my being and does not make me sad.
Rather, makes me happy inside to think that Mr. Floyd went
first and then probably waited right there, at the "Pearly gates"
we so often speak of, for his bride, to once again carry her
over the threshold of Heaven, where they will together wait
for the rest of the ones they love to meet them there.
There they will make a home worthy, awaiting the rest of the "gang"
they call family.

Saturday, March 9, 2013

Twenty nine years ago today..

With all the happening with Mommy, I forgot about our anniversary.
I came back last night exhausted and went straight to bed.
HOBL couldn't sleep so I guess at around 2 am I heard him
ask me in my sleep stupor if I remembered it was our anniversary today.
I must have gone back to sleep as I don't remember if I answered him.
This morning I get a Happpy Anniversary from my Bestie Ann 
who tells me that she knew because HOBL wrote something 
on Facebook. He doesn't remember much that HOBL
but for him to write a "Love letter" on my wall was a sweet thing
to do. He makes me laugh, it's probably one of the reasons we
have made it this far.
So what can I say about a marriage of 29 years that I have not already
said probably a thousand times.
Even after 29 years, we still have hard times, they are less and less
hardly ever happening now, but still, we have them.
I know there must be things I do that drive him crazy just as
he does things that I can scream over but it's too easy
to "throw in the towel" these days.
If you stay committed for a long time it will be worth it.
Having a hubby with OCD can be challenging.
Many times I have to bite my tongue and let things go
because of this disease. HOwever, I am sure there are many 
things I do that he bites his tongue and lets slide without
putting me down. There is one good thing about an OCD Hubby,
you never, ever have to write a "honey do" list because
he fixes things before they break and always has a project going
to better the home. Yes, it can drive you crazy but it is also 
kind of nice. 
I often tell people the secret to our marriage is that
I am very sacrcastic but he always things I am joking and
laughs, even when I am as serious as a heart attack.
He has his ways as do I.
We can drive each other crazy but still we are here.
It hasn't been an easy year for us, but there are many more
good times than bad and even after all we have been through,
I cannot see us not together.
We grew up together and not to have him in my life 
would be like having part of my life gone.
Happy Anniversary HOBL.
I wish us many more, happy ones though, 
not the crazy ones.
Lol, love you.

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Sink Hole in a bedroom??? Really??

If ever you are at a loss for a blog topic or something
to journal about, all you have to do is open a newspaper
and there you will find numerous things to spark a writing.
Yesterday as I cooked duck for my poor HOBL who
has been sick, I lay out my newspaper on the kitchen cabinet
I stand at the read and cook and right away there are three
things I want to journal about.
The one I choose to blog about today is the sink hole
in the home in Florida.
Some things in life just seem unreal to me.
We have heard so much about sink hole lately because
of the one in Lafourche Parish that has grown and caused
many to evacuate their homes.
At least these people have a warning, this poor man in 
Florida had none. He went to bed that night with no 
knowledge that it would be his last.
To hear the brother talk of jumping into the sink hole
to try and save his brother because he could hear him screaming.
The brother had to actually land up being rescued from
the hole himself and to this day, his brother has
still not been found. They presume he is dead as
they have heard no sign of life in over 24 hours.
Now they have begun demolition on the family home
as the surviving brother watches and hopes to at least find
the remains of his brothers body. This just seems so 
surreal. I can't imagine the feeling of hearing one
of my siblings screaming for help and I not being able
to get to them, to find them and then the sound
becomes silent. Silent to my screams, silent to my questions.
What did they say to each other?
Did they share their love for each other,
did one promise to find his brother?
I do not know how you ever get over something such as this.
Our Big Man, he is trying to tell us so much
and still, corruption remains in the world,
hatred and greed, selfishness and hatefulness.
Spend time with family, with those who you love,
spend no time arguing over pettiness, try and live
in harmony with others.
Heading to Thibodaux today to do just that,
Love up on my Mommy.

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

MINAJ verses Obama/pope

It is known by all who love our TEdi Bear, 
that she loves Nicki Minaj.
To the point that her Instagram name is
TediMinaj. I really never had an opinion of 
this rap rocker until I began watching American Idol
this year where she is a judge.
UGH! I can barely stomach the show because of Minaj.
"My little lady bug" said in that nasal tone makes
me want to throw up as well as change the channel.
thankfully Kieth Urban makes up for her insanity.
Since the season began I love giving my Tedi a hard time
about her Idol. She is never happy with me but 
thankfully, she has a great sense of humor,
thankfully, I do also.
I just love sending her texts and pictures that drive her
crazy. Last week I send her two.
These two are the ones I sent her last week.
I text her not to hate me but this is funny.
then I send her the second one texting,
"Accept this as my apology"
Because she loves her so much I decide to stop my
comical antics texting to her,
"My love is unconditional for you that is. Muah."
She answers, 
"I love you too nanny pants."
Days go by and this morning, I have this awaiting
me on my cell phone from my TEdi-Girl...
with her text of:
She knows I love Obama so I let her know
"Well that's a payback! Lol"
Geeze, I love this child's sense of humor!

Monday, March 4, 2013


Blogging via iPad so bear with me.
It has been decided by my sisters that Mommy can
No longer stay alone especially at night. 
Every night around the same time she has a bout of chest pains
And shortness of breath around 8/ 9 and she has to be reassured
What is wrong, giving a Tylenol and Benadryl and down she goes
For the most of the evening. 
Last night she said, 
"I am so,glad I'm not by myself because I would panic. "
And that is what was happening before. 
There are two things my sisters are adamant about, she 
Will not be alone and afraid and she will not 
Die alone so we keep our vigil and are so thankful for each other. 
This brings me to my Internet story. 
Nights are long at the manor when the Mommy goes to bed at 7. 
I love my Internet at home but could not see adding wireless to moms
Cable bill so I went to radio shack to see about a pre paid card
That I could use just when I was here. 
He suggested I go to the new AT&T store right in front
Of his establishment since it is my wireless service. 
There I was so lucky to be paired with a young man named 
Justin. Young and a cutie and oh so helpful. 
I explained my delima and that I wanted the cheapest way
To get Internet. He showed me the plug in sticks that would 
Have costed 50 dollars plus a two year contract plus 
An added 20 dollars to my bill. 
Well for the little time I need it I didn't want to go this route and he 
Understood. He walked me to a computer and looked up my 
Account and began working. Even called in a manager that helped
So much and I regret I didn't get her name. 
After a half hour, he figured out that by changing my plan to 
A family share plan adding enough gigabytes, I
Could use my cell phone as my wireless mode
To get the Internet. He did not stop there. 
He then showed me exactly what to do,when I needed to
Use the service and how to shut it off to save the 
Amount of memory we have so I don't go over and get 
A great big bill. Justin and his manager even pre-warned  me
That when the bill comes in it will be an outragous number the first time
And for me not to panic, to just come by or call him and
He will make the adjustments necessary to fix the account 
At the price we speak of today. 
After all this, I await the final monthly total, which, by the way, 
I am not locked in to and can change back anytime I want 
With no penalty, he tells me what my new monthly
Note will be......
It is 5 dollars more than what I pay now
Give or take a few bucks!!
This young boy could have tried to push me to lock in two
Years and buy a device I didn't need but he didn't. 
He listened to my story of Mom being sick, he shared
 Stories of his own elderly grandparents. 
Once we finished and I thanked him over and over,
Told him I was going to have good things to say
About his service, he still was not
Finished with me. He came from behind the desk
To not shake my hand but to hug me. 
He walked me to the door, opened the door for me like a true 
Gentleman and told me I could call or text him with anything I needed
And that he would pray for the best outcome for my mommy..
That right there is a true gentleman. 
That right there is the type of employee any employer
Should not only look for but fight to keep 
On their team
I sent him a private message via Facebook last night
But that was not enough. A blog entry in his name,
Thank you again, Justin!