Thursday, April 30, 2015
Yesterday was the day.
The day I handed over the money to buy
my little cottage in the garden district of Plaquemine.
It will still be a few weeks before I can move
as the owner will stay there until her new home
is ready but I can come and go in the home
as I want and can start working on things I
would like done before I move.
I am so pumped up but more proud,
proud that I did it all by myself.
Ron and I, we have bought many homes together.
He was always the one who did to work it took
to buy and although I appreciated that,
this time it was my baby and I feel so
proud of me. To see my name on the deed
only, refreshing. My new start on life will
begin soon and this cottage will say so much of me
that people will walk in and if they know me,
they will thing,
"Oh this is so Lilly's home"
I see many memories being made there with my grandchildren,
those present and those not yet present.
It's a great feeling and this morning,
because I can go in the house when the old owner is working
and I can do things in it to prepare it for
my move. When I get back from that cruise on June 7th,
I will have the excitement of the real move....
So, so happy today!
Tuesday, April 21, 2015
There are those teachers, when your young and
obnoxious but they still fight hard to teach you
not only the lessons that are listed on your
report card but life lessons.
I have had a few.
Those that stay in your heart and mind long after
you are grown with your own family.
I speak today of one of those blessed Saints
who put up with my teenage shenanigans
and knew what I was up to even though I believe
I was pulling wool over her eyes.
Mrs. Janet Bowman.
Yes, this woman now, I hate to say
is suffering from one of the worst diseases
there can be:
It seems so unfair to have a woman who was
so so very smart to have this dreaded disease.
I bet she rolled her eyes and though
When after finally getting rid of me one year
in Biology to sees she had me again
the next year for Chemistry.
I should have met with her before
her mind went too far, to share
with her what I did learn from her...
Now I am not sure she would know...
SO I write it here in hopes that her hubby,
Chris may read it to her and she will
at least smile...
I was the class clown. After having her the first
year I knew her, she me.
I knew if I could get her to veer from her lesson
plan, we could have a good class.
I knew if I got her talking of her young son,
Stephen, which she rarely did,
she kept family and work separate,
it would be a short class.
Yet something happened when she was veered
off that lesson plan and showed us who she
was at home. When she mentioned Stephen,
her eyes lit up, she swore at three years old
he was smarter than all of us and knew
that periodic table already.
I was a smart ass teen but I knew she liked
me, she saw past my obnoxious being
to the woman I would become.
Sometimes she made me stay after class to talk
to me. Of course, I would be afraid I would
get in trouble. Yet each time, as the class
left and I sat there, being nervous that I was about
to get in trouble, she would only remind me.
"Lilly, you are better than what you want
these peers to see, try and learn something while
you are here"
Oh my dear, Mrs. Bowman I learned.
I may not know the periodic table but I
became a nurse and her biology class was all over
the nursing years.
It seems not fair that this amazing, shy, when
not teaching,woman has the dreaded Alzheimer's.
then I think of the woman I knew way back then and
I know that if she had a choice that someone
she loved, (and she loved us all)
could be spared pain or illness, she would take it.
It is a cross she would carry for anyone else.
As a nurse, I then met the man behind the woman.
Chris, her husband. She spoke of him sometimes
but again, she was more on separating family and work.
I had the privilege of seeing Chris with his very ill mother
when I was her nurse at good old Lady of the Sea.
I loved her, loved taking care of her, requested
her when she was inpatient because I also
knew that with having her as a patient,
I would have good and long conversations
with her son, Chris.
I was an adult now, embarrassed of how
i had acted in his wife's class.
There were times I asked him to apologize to
her so she would know I grew up to have made
something of myself.
Chris was a caring son and then went
back to teaching and taught my niece and godchild, Tedi.
How she loved him and then we reconnected via Facebook.
Lately, Mrs. Bowman, had to be put into a facility because
being home had become too dangerous
for herself. I know Chris is having a hard time with this
and in private conversations we have had
he wants no one to focus on him,
only the wonderful woman the wife he is loosing daily,
the smartest woman he has ever known slowly
leaving us all. Yet there is much to be said
about marriage in this little story.
He says he was no saint, and still is not,
that this is marriage, the vows he took,
"for better or worse"
yet, I remind him he is a very important part to
us all in this. AS many of us have taken the same
vows and have not made it.
The care he has given her, carrying out ever promise
he made to her before she lost who she was,
for me is teaching us all so much.
Yes she was an amazing woman,
still is and I tear up when I think of the smartest woman
I have ever known being lost to this dreaded disease,
but I also know that even as she gets worse, he is still
there every day, still her husband, still following her commands
she made before now.
They are both here to teach us much,
not in the lessons I was supposed to learn way back
when i was in high school
but the lessons of life and for that,
both of them continue to carry out their calling
teachers to us all.
Monday, April 13, 2015
I DON'T ONLY LISTEN TO HOWARD STERN
ON XM RADIO, I ALSO LISTEN TO JOEL OSTEEN,
Yep from on end to the other....
and I love both stations equally.
This week has been an Osteen week on my
xm radio. The story I heard two days ago
while listening just touched me to no end.
As told my Joel Osteen:
ON THE DAY OF THE TERRIBLE WORLD TRADE
CENTER DISASTER, A YOUNG COUPLE WERE ON
THEIR WAY TO THE AIRPORT TO BOARD ONE
OF THE PLANES THAT CRASHED INTO THE
WORLD TRADE CENTER.
THEY WERE ON THEIR WAY TO VISIT THE
HUSBANDS PARENTS WHO LIVED IN
NEW YORK. ON THEIR WAY,
THEY HAD A FLAT TIRE THAT CAUSED
THEM TO MISS THE FLIGHT.
OF COURSE THEY WERE UPSET THAT
THEY HAD TO POSTPONE THEIR TRIP
BY A BIT BUT WHEN HEARD OF THE
TRAGEDY BELIEVED ONLY THAT THEIR
LIVES HAD BEEN SPARED BY THE GOD
THEY SO BELIEVED IN.
THE HUSBANDS PARENTS WERE BESIDE THEMSELVES
UNTIL THEY FINALLY WERE ABLE TO
SPEAK ONLY TO FIND OUT THAT HIS
SON HAD MISSED THE FLIGHT.
AFTER MANY TEARS AND "I LOVE YOU'S"
HIS DAD SAID, BECAUSE HE WAS A RETIRED
FIRE FIGHTER, HE WAS ON HIS WAY TO
THE TRADE CENTERS TO SEE WHERE HE COULD HELP.
THIS WAS BEFORE THE BUILDINGS COLLAPSED.
IT WAS THE LAST TIME THE SON AND FATHER WOULD SPEAK.
THE SON LIVED WITH A HEAVY HEART NOT
ONLY FOR THE WAY HE LOST HIS DAD WHEN
THE BUILDINGS CAME DOWN BUT ALSO,
ALTHOUGH THE SON WAS A VERY FIRM BELIEVER
IN GOD, HIS DAD WAS NOT, HE WAS AN
ATHEIST. THE SON WORRIED ABOUT HIS
FATHERS SOUL. ABOUT 8 MONTHS LATER,
THERE WAS A KNOCK ON HIS DOOR.
THERE STOOD A YOUNG COUPLE HOLDING A
SMALL BUNDLE OF A BABY BOY IN THEIR ARMS.
THEY ASKED TO COME IN AND ONCE THE SON
FOUND OUT WHO THEY WERE HE GLADLY LET THEM IN.
THE YOUNG MOTHER BEGAN TO TELL THE STORY OF
THE LAST HOURS OF THE SONS DADS LIFE.
THIS MOTHER, EIGHT MONTHS PREGNANT AT THE TIME,
WAS TRYING TO GET DOWN THE STAIRS OF THE
WORLD TRADE CENTER. THE FATHER RAN IN TO
HER ON THE STAIRS AND DECIDED HE
WOULD MAKE THE WALK ALL THE WAY DOWN
TO SAFETY WITH HER.
AS THEY WALKED, SHE SPOKE OF A GOD SHE
BELIEVED IN, AND THE DAD LISTENED.
WHEN HE GOT HER SAFELY OUT SHE ASKED
HIM IF HE BELIEVED IN GOD.
HE SAID HE DID NOW.
SHE ASKED IF SHE COULD PRAY WITH HIM.
THIS YOUNG MOTHER REASSURED THIS SON
THAT HIS DAD HAD ACCEPTED GOD INTO HIS
LIFE RIGHT BEFORE HE WENT BACK INTO THE
BUILDING, IT THEN FELL WITH THE BORN
AGAIN CHRISTIAN INSIDE.
What a story, right, of course, I retell it in my
own words, Joel Osteen probably did a better job but
either story, both bone chilling.
Not done yet,
the young mother places her baby boy into
the son's arms and says to him,
"My son now has your fathers name"
Such a beautiful story following such a tragic
episode in our world.
Sunday, April 12, 2015
There are those days in our lives that everything, everything
goes right and a family score from the minute they awaken.
Such was the case yesterday for my niece and nephew's
First Malaina left on her own for the day to try
out for LCO cheerleader.
Now much I can blog about this child, would take me
all day. She is almost always happy,
and always, always dancing.
She has a talent that others must envy.
She dances competition dance and often I tell her
she could definitely dance with Abby Lee Miller
on Dance Mom's. She is so much better than some
on that team.
So yesterday, her Mommy has to leave her at LCO
to do this on her own....
by the end of the day...
Our Mee Mee is an LCO cheerleader!
I cannot believe our girl is old enough to be going
to LCO but I know she deserves to cheer there!
After many years, her mom, Cindy,
sitting in stands watching boy sports, she finally
gets to see her little girl cheer.
How she prayed for this child.
She hit the gold mine when she received her little girl!
It was a bittersweet day for their Mom,
her baby girl now a Middle school cheerleader,
and her middle child, our Darcy,
having his senior prom....
as she texted me yesterday,
"EMOTIONAL DAY, DARCY'S LAST PROM ALSO..."
Darcy another sweet, funny, lovely child.
I don't think this boy has one enemy.
Ya can't be around Darcy and not laugh.
This boy has so much self confidence it is awe inspiring.
So his Mother gets him ready for prom with
his beautiful date and he is off.
While her oldest, Jrew also gets ready for prom.
He graduated last year, but his girlfriend is not done
so he too was a prom date.
Jrew is a hard worker, funny he was off this day.
His work ethics are much to be proud of,
So different from his brother, Darcy but they
are still such good friends.
Yep, a big but emotional day for one Momma!
Then, like this is not just enough to be proud of,
Cindy finds out a little later, her son,
our Darcy, voted Prom King!
What an honor, voted by his peers!
Told ya he was a special kid.
His prom queen, although not his date,
are friends of mines little girl,
Hannah. Another very sweet child.
So in a world where so much is said about
the negativity of teens, here are three special teens
in one household. What makes the Lafont's special?
Well besides I, being their aunt, (cough, cough, sarcasm)
I know much about their lives, and their mother
has been their lifeline.
Their Dad worked much as they grew so much
of the parenting was done single handedly by their Mom
and let me say this,
she has done not one, but three wonderful jobs
as she has always, always, put her babies first.
One day, as it is moving fast,
she will find herself, like me,
with three adult children (except i have 2)
and can look back on this day as one
where all went right
and the Lafont's stole the day,
April 11, 2015.
Love to all you Lafont's
so proud of you all!!!!1
Saturday, April 11, 2015
IN THE 80'S WHEN VHI CAME OUT AND
MUSIC VIDEOS WERE NEW, I HAD AN
ISSUE WITH MADONNA.
AT THAT TIME, I WAS YOUNG, NAIVE,
AND VERY CLOSE TO MY GOD
AND HAD NO PROBLEM PASSING JUDGEMENT
ON MADONNA FOR ONE OF HER VIDEOS WITH
HER WEARING A CONE BRA AND A ROSARY AROUND
HER NECK. FOR ME, AT THE TIME,
A ROSARY AROUND HER NECK WAS SACRILEGIOUS.
SO ALTHOUGH, I LOVED HER MUSIC,
WAS NOT A FAN OF MADONNA AND SPOKE OPENLY
THEN I BECAME 51, AND CAN NOW LISTEN TO
HOWARD STERN IN MY CAR WHEN I AM BY MYSELF
WITHOUT BEING JUDGED...LOL
YESTERDAY I LISTEN TO AN INTERVIEW WITH THE MADONNA
HERSELF AND EITHER SHE HAS CHANGED A LOT,
I HAVE CHANGED A LOT, OR WE BOTH HAVE MATURED
AND GROWN OLDER.
AS FOR HOWARD STERN.... WELL I WON'T PASS JUDGEMENT...
I LOVE ME SOME HOWARD.
AS HE INTERVIEWS HER, HE SPEAKS OF A FEW MONTHS
AGO WHILE DURING A CONCERT, SHE FELL
BECAUSE OF A MISHAP WITH A CAPE THAT INSTEAD
OF COMING OFF WHEN PULLED BY HER DANCER,
IT KNOTTED AND IT TOOK HER DOWN MANY STEPS
AND SHE SUFFERED A CONCUSSION.
SHE SPEAKS OF HOW UPSET SHE WAS WITH HERSELF
AND NO ONE ELSE, SHE SPOKE OF EVEN THOUGH
IT WAS RECOMMENDED SHE TAKE A FEW DAYS OFF,
SHE REFUSED NOT TO PLAY FOR HER FANS.
GOOD WORK ETHICS THERE.
BUT WHAT REALLY GOT ME LOVING OUR DEAR
MADONNA AGAIN WAS WHEN HOWARD BEGAN
TO ASK HER ABOUT HER BELIEFS ON LIFE AFTER
THIS ONE. BACK IN THE 80'S SHE WAS ATHEIST.
SHE IS NOW SO FULL OF BELIEFS ON GOD.
HOWARD ASKS ABOUT THOSE BELIEFS.
SHE BELIEVES THIS AND GOT ME THINKING,
The body, the one we live in here on Earth is mortal,
it's not going to last very long on Earth but our souls
are eternal which means it lives forever.
She believes in reincarnation.
If we choose, we can come back to Earth with our
souls in another body. Eventually our lives become the
best we can be, we can choose to stay with our God.
I believe in reincarnation.
WELL, THIS HAS ME LOVING MADONNA A BIT MORE.
BUT ALSO A TAD AFRAID.
LIKE WHAT IF REINCARNATION IS THE WAY IT WORKS?
IT MAKES THE MOST SENSE IN MY MIND
BUT TO YOU HAVE A CHOICE WHERE YA GO?
WHAT IF AFTER HAVING ONE OF THE BEST LIVES
I HAVE LIVED, SO HAPPY WITH THE LIFE I LIVE,
I AM BORN POOR AND HUNGRY CHILD IN ETHIOPIA...
WHAT IF I COME BACK AS AN ABUSED CHILD?
I HAVE DECIDED NOT TO WORRY ABOUT ALL OF THAT
AND TO LIVE THE BEST LIFE I CAN
BUT I CAN SAY THIS,
ALONG WITH LOVING ME SOME STERN,
I LOVE ME SOME MADONNA ALSO!
Friday, April 10, 2015
I would lie if I said I have not
been angry or cried through this whole separation
but most of it, was at the beginning, the shock
and since then I have had an inner peace
I've not had for a long time.
Both Ron and I are happier and have made
this change in our lives amicable.
In lots of ways, we will always be a part of each other.
Fact is, that old adage that we all are so tired of
hearing, "I love him but I am not in love with him"
Yeah, that one, he and I are finding a way
to make this least hard on everyone, even us.
so a strange thing happened at the lawyers office
the other day and it had nothing to do with
a change in my mind of wanting this marriage
to try again. That is not going to happen.
Yet, Ron and I, we have both gone to the same
lawyer for all our proceedings.
Last week, we had an appointment to get
the home on my name so I can buy my cottage.
She, our lawyer voiced how at peace we both look,
how we should give lessons on the right way
to divorce. Not going there but I am proud
of how far we have come in less than a year.
We spoke to her about our divorce, when
we will make it final. I then ask, because I
just wanted to know,
"If I want to go back to my maiden name, would it be hard?"
"No" is her answer, "we can do it at the same
time for no extra cost."
I became choked up. I didn't expect that.
I want a divorce. it was about the name.
Our lawyer noticed I was "go-cud"
(tears in eyes, wanting to cry)
"Oh don't cry, you never cry"
Once I get my composure, I explain my feelings.
"This has nothing to do with wanting to go
back to being married. I and Ron are both so much happier,
this is about a name I have carried longer than my
Collins name. It is about not having the same last
name as my children, my grandchildren.
It is about feeling like I will stand alone in our family
that we have built."
Ron says, "It's a pain to change all that, it is up to
you but I don't care if you stay Riera"
Right there I make up my mind.
I want to be Riera.
I want, when people see my awesome kids and all
they achieve, they know they are ours,
as our last name is so unique, only ones around here.
I want when my little grandchildren write
their last name, to be proud that we share that.
So, I will be at peace, in my new cottage,
first home I own on my own,
but I will sign on the dotted line,
LILLIAN COLLINS RIERA
same name I have had for over 30 years.
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
I WANT THIS TO BE MY NEW MOTTO.
LIFE REALLY CAN BE THIS SIMPLE,
IF WE CHOOSE IT TO BE.
MY DAD HAVING BEEN A PROFESSIONAL
PHOTGRAPHER UNTIL I WAS THREE,
HAVE ALL KIND OF LOVE FOR ANYTHING
TO DO WITH PHOTOGRAPHY.
"IF THINGS DON'T WORK OUT,
JUST TAKE ANOTHER SHOT"
I AM DOING THAT NOW,
EXCITED AND SCARED AT THE SAME TIME
TO BUY MY COTTAGE FOR ME.
FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE I GET TO
OWN A HOME ALONE, THE ONE I WANT,
THE ONE WITH SO MUCH CHARACTER.
WENT THERE YESTERDAY AGAIN
AND EACH TIME I VISIT I HAVE EVEN LESS
NERVOUSNESS, I KNOW THIS HOME,
THIS MUMSIE' COTTAGE,
IS MEANT TO BE.
Monday, April 6, 2015
Laughing this morning as I read the above post
for more than one reason.
One of the days I went to see what I hope to
call "My Cottage" soon,
the owners boyfriend showed the cottage to us.
Ronnie had come with me to give it a look over,
make sure I was getting a good home.
A nice, talkative guy, liked to talk-like me.
As we walk together, he explains that besides
his girlfriend, only the elderly lady who now
is dead lived in the home.
I ask excitedly,
" Do you think she died in the house????"
"No I am almost sure she did not"
he thinks he is comforting me.
"Shucks" I answer.
"Shucks, shucks?" He asks.
I explain how I love old houses and always
hoped to one day live in a haunted house.
He looks at me like I am crazy, looks at
Ronnie, knowing he is soon to be my ex-husband.
"No wonder you getting a divorce!"
Hahhaha I swear this guy cracked me up with that comment.
So if the old lady's spirit still in the house,
I hope she lets her presence be known.
As for the young man....
hope he keeps that sense of humor!
Sunday, April 5, 2015
when BB and kd bought their first home
on Kirtley, I came up to help him clean as
Kd had to work.
To rest, I sat on their front swing
and wondered why the siding under
their porch eaves, was blue when
the rest was brown. It seemed strange
to me that the color would be different than the
rest of the house.
Last week, went to the cottage when the
appraiser came I noticed that
even there, the underneath of the porch was painted
this blue color when all the rest of
the house is white and black.
I mention the the appraiser and the
girl I am buying from,
"I guess I will paint this ceiling to match
the rest of the house"
Both of them replied in unison,
"I wouldn't that is Mud-dowber blue"
Then I learn something new.
The reason things here in Plaquemine are painted
blue under neath and the color actually has
it's own name is that the color is to keep
bugs and those "mud dowbers" that make
holes in wood away. Must work because
none of them have seen a mud dowber
or many spiders around.
I ask, there is actually a color o paint that color??
Yep, here in Plaquemine there is.
So I will follow tradition and keep my underhands
mud dowber blue. DTB we just get gecko's
to eat our bugs...
Saturday, April 4, 2015
I am in that place,
you know where I speak of.
Between sleep and awake.
Where you can be anywhere your mind
and heart wants to be.
So I am there,
I am comforted, I am warm in my bed,
and I smile because I am safe.
I hear my parents speaking downstairs,
under where my childhood bedroom sits.
Our home is old, and unkept yet it is
safe and because my parents are with
me I can continue to sleep...
All is well on Dursette Street in Golden Meadow.
Then I awaken and realize.
I am not that child, the one
who lays in her Hollie Hobbie sheets,
where she has no worries, all she needs,
is the responsibilities of those people
she heard speaking, her parents.
I am a 51 year old single woman
with two grown children,
both my parents have gone to another
place, which I choose to call heaven.
I am about to embark on something
I have never done alone.
For a few moments I feel that fear,
knowing what I thought was my parents voice,
is only the wind and rain the news
spoke of last night, a cold front.
Then, I am totally awake and I lay in
my bed listening to the weather
and remember my childhood for a minute.
How my dad awakened early every morning
It was most mornings that his and my Mom's
voice is what I awakened to.
I would climb down those steps to
a homemade breakfast made by Dad,
whatever we had requested the night
before, a hug and back rub by my Mommy.
Then it's time for reality.
I may not be that child,
I may be doing something, buying a home alone
that I have never done before
but I am also at complete peace in my life.
The excitement of it all
replaces the fear I felt for a few seconds
and once again, all is right in the world.
|Nursing graduation, would loose my Dad within that year.|
|C and I playing with Tiffy picking in C's hair.|
That baby bed? it's a doll in there and yeah,
I was still sleeping in a baby bed in my parent room
at that age.....
|Tiffany, me being "a lady" Rosie holding my nephew, Guy.|
|My brother who was my godfather came from|
Mexico in that fancy car and brought me the poncho,
hat and his new wife who was also from there.
|My mom, bartering in Mexico for a silly puppet I just had to have,|
broken arm but holding that bag tightly, still like
toys and can't pass a puppet on a string for nothing.