Grand girls are sooo grand!

Yesterday I was in desperate need for some

Grand Girl loving.

I went to the Riera home, and Kd

and the girls were getting ready to go play outside.

I joined them and although it had been a rough morning

for Mumsie being with them always brightens my day.

We played outside in the beautiful weather,

I stayed to help KD bathe and feed the girls,

I know she appreciated the help and it is one of

my favorite things to do.

Then as they all smelled so fresh and clean,

Ms. Fashionesta, Bean in some Christmas bottom

with a green skirt and a pink shirt she begged

her Mommy to sleep in,

sat to eat some frozen Pizza, kind her Daddy used to 

love as a kid. She was playing around with the pizza

and because I had also brought some 

corn/crawfish/crab soup,

I asked if she wanted to try that instead.

Now, this next small story will tell you a lot

about our almost 5 year old Bean.

How she can be a handful but also the sweetest 

little thing,

I heated her up some soup as her Mommy rocked smalls

and Tuts watched TV eating popcorn.

Bean tastes the soup and says,

"Mumsie I like this more than that pizza"

She thinks about her statement

and then shares her thoughts,

"Momma did you cook that Pizza?"

Her Mom explains that it was a box

Pizza she just heated up, that Daddy had bought it.

Then her kind heart says,

"Because I really like your soup more, Mumsie

but I don't want hurt Mommy's feelings if she made

the Pizza"

Okay this child, can drive you crazy with her clothing styles,

loving to do things her way, screaming with a scratch,

 A "never give up attitude"

as she learns how to ride her two wheel bike,

Yet, her big heart, never to hurt feelings purposefully 

can melt your heart. No wonder her sisters love

her so very much.

Our sweet Bean, the first Grand Girl,

a leader for her baby sisters

and one that has stolen all our hearts.

Where might you be, sister chain??

Us DTB Peeps believe in prayer to certain

Saints to help us, no we Catholics do not

"PUT OTHER GODS BEFORE THEE"

As some believe, but I do believe

that our Saints are there to intercede,

help God with certain things.

So I see this prayers to St. Anthony,

He is the Saint for loss items....

Prayer to St. Anthony for lost items

St. Anthony, perfect imitator of Jesus, who received from God the special power of restoring lost things, grant that I may find (name the lost item) which has been lost. 

At least restore to me peace and tranquillity of mind, the loss of which has afflicted me even more than my material loss. To this favor, I ask another of you: that I may always remain in possession of the true good that is God. Let me rather lose all things than lose God, my supreme good. Let me never suffer the loss of my greatest treasure, eternal life with God. 

Amen.

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So when I moved to the Cottage, 

I had lots of movers, painters in and out,

I somehow, l lost my sister chain,

Now the sister chain is a big deal,

and not a day goes by that I don't wonder

where in the heck it is and each time I open something

that I have not opened in some time, I hope that

there will be my sister chain.

History:

When we were kids, My Mom had a charm bracelet,

it had each of us children a charm with out name

and date of birth on it,

Before Dementia took over her life,

she had the bracelet separated and each of us 

received our charms on a chain and each 

time us sisters got together we wore our sister chain.

The loss of this chain really has been  a sad thing for me.

I can't think of the fact that maybe someone took that 

chain from my home, yet I have searched and searched,

spoke to everyone I know to see if I left it somewhere

and after almost a year, I still have not been able to find

my most treasured possession from my Mom.

I am almost even jealous of my sisters who still

have theirs. 

So today, I will begin saying this prayer daily.

I know if this charm ever come back to me,

I will cry....

The last gift I had gotten from my Mom and

the one thing I and my sisters shared and wore

proudly. I think, right now....

Where are you, Lillian chain, this very minute!

Come on St. Anthony, bring my charm 

back to me!

MY WORDS WILL NEVER BE ENOUGH

I have been asked to write a blog about the passing 

and loss of a dear friend, Rona. I have put it off for days and today 

feel enough time has passed, that her dear son,

her friends, her family but most importantly,

Her dear Daughter, Our Shantelle, known as Tell to

those who love her, 

so many need some type of words as their loss 

sinks in.....

So, with Telle's permission I begin to try and share

what a loss this woman has been to so many, to the world.

I say nothing I don't mean and I do say probably more

than I should sometimes, Please forgive me ahead of time

if this post lands up being too long.

So, when did Rona and I become friends?

We certainly were not friends in high school as she

was many years younger than me. 

I go back to the late 90's and know we became 

friends as so many others I call friend.

In a gym, biddy basketball season.

You see, her Shantelle and my Baby boy played 

Biddy in the same gym and like me,

we spent weekends in those gyms.

We lost touch for so many years,

then Baby boy, Shantelle grew up,

had families and thanks to Facebook,
we became in contact with each other.
As I have watched her grand babies grow,
following Shantelle's page,
hearing stories of the sweet babies and their dear
MIMi, my heart melted many times.
So many times I have said aloud to many,
"Some people say and post things about their families
that are so fake but Shantelle, when she posts anything
about her babies, it is real, she honestly loves her little
family sooo darn much and makes many of us smile.
So the loss of her Mom, her babies MIMI,
is not a small thing.
I want to say something to Telle and Lionelle,
hoping that one day these same words will be comfort
to the children who called her MIMI....
a few months ago, Rona and I shared a few phone
calls. They were not easy ones, but because
of their content, I will not share much of those conversations.
What I will share is each time we spoke,
when she spoke of her own children,
especially Shantelle she beamed with pride,
asking me, "How did she learn to love her children so much?"
"How does she know how to be such a good Mother?"
I reminded her each time, "Rona, she learned by watching you"
This made her cry more than once,
and when we spoke of her little ones,
what did she want Shantelle to learn now,
on how to handle her babies as adults?
I reminded her, "You know our own babies may be adults
but they are still watching us"
I will forever be thankful for these conversations she
and I had, as I now hold some precious talks
that one day, if asked, I can share with her own babies.
I think of Rona and I know Shantelle, although
so sad without her Mom, as she was such a help to her,
her Mom has raised a very strong woman, and
with the support of her dear husband, and those
four babies that she adores, She will be okay.
I pray that her baby boy, Lionele, can find his way as
he may still believe he so needs her.
However, I know his Mom and she
 will continue to work her magic for him
from high above us... Lionel will always be her baby boy.
Love to all who loved our Rona..
There will never be another like her,
as it should be....
RIP Rona!
I pray this post brings only comfort and helps the
pain even if just a tad....

Just my opinion.......

I know that my opinion, my blog is just that,

My opinion and yet, this morning I am in deep thoughts

about lots of things that may not mean much to many.

I wake up early each morning, and yet this morning,

I am still on my recliner, face booking and watching

Home channels, I just love home channels.

Usually it consists of old homes that are redone.

This morning, I am on a site showing huge homes

for the "rich and famous"

and my thoughts go to...

Why does anyone need a huge home such as this.

Some are over 10,000 square feet and there are two 

people living in it. I have never believed in living above

your means, maybe these people don't but I still

see these homes and furniture, as they speak of how

much each reno. costed as well as how much a coffee table,

dining table costed. I look around my little cottage

that I would put up to every one of these rich homes

and still choose my cottage. 

My dining table? 100 dollars found at Fancy finds,

Piano? Painted and antiqued red? Nope not 5,000 dollars,

a mere 350 with delivery. 

I realize I have to change the channel, 

this type of grandiose living, for whatever reason,

makes me slightly nauseated and embarrassed

that I am even watching it, knowing that here in 

our very own US of A, little children are going to bed hungry.

A friend posted this morning on Facebook:

"I identify with Tinker Bell a lot, she needs a lot of attention

or she dies...."

This got me thinking and posting my own response"

"I more relate to Jimeny Cricket:

"Let your conscience be your guide"

With that said, my conscience would not only let me

never live in such a home that seems just like a brag session,

but also I can no longer watch it.

So off with the TV and on to baking

for Superbowl! have a good one, all!

....AND THE FUTURE???

My GYPSY BABY, well she often amazes me.

Lately I have had a few lonely days, missing being her Momma

when she was young and HAD to see me everyday, I mean

she was my underage child back in the day.

ANNNYYYWWWWAAAAYYYY

Back to the blog...

We both follow HUMANS OF NEW YORK on Instagram,

and often are touched by the same things,

but Gypsy is more of a realist than I, who is more of a dreamer....

Today I see on her wall, this post from an Instagram "Humans of NY"

and she posts:

MY HEART

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“My wife passed away last January. We’d been married for 62 years. You caught me at a time when I’ve been thinking a lot about love because I’m reading Shakespeare’s sonnets. The definition of love is elusive, which is why we write about it endlessly. Even Shakespeare couldn’t touch it. All the greatest love stories just seem to be about physical attraction. Romeo and Juliet didn’t know if they liked the same books or movies. It was just physical. After 62 years, it becomes something different entirely. My wife used to say: ‘We are one.’ And believe me, she was not the type of person to overstate something. Now that she’s gone, I realize how right she was. So much of our lives were linked. We were very physical and affectionate. But we also shared every ritual of our life. I miss her every time I leave a movie and can’t ask for her opinion. Or every time I go to a restaurant and can’t give her a taste of my chicken. I miss her most at night. We got in bed together at the same time every night.”

I tear up a tad, because, !) that my GYPSY BABY

has such a soft spot for older people, as do I.

2) Because my girl wants in love, the same thing I 

am looking for in love.

Because of her most beautiful share, I realize

that only this kind of love will ever make me committed again.

Even in my marriage, I was independent, Ron working away

lots while I raised the kiddo's. We had many good years,

but I think it is fair to say, we didn't have this.

We were merely children when we got together,

how could we ever know whom we would be in our 50's.

Yes, we are divorced and yes, we are amicable.

We are, I would say, friends, as we both realize

after a few bitter years, we really just grew up 

to be two people wanting different things.

So, back to Gypsy Baby's post.

Because I am very independent and liking my own company,

I am completely content living alone for the remainder of my life,

BUT, BUT, BUT....

If I am fortunate to find the love that is spoken about 

in the interview of this elderly man in his late 80's,

I probably would give the whole love things a shot once again.

I know I guard my heart from love these days.

I love dating and meeting new people but I 

know what I am looking for and in that paragraph,

it is written as if I would have shared it from my 

own heart. Thanks, Gypsy Baby for sharing such

a beautiful writing. Thank you for being MY GYPSY BABY

and reminding me of what is the most important in life,

not money, not fame, but love, real live love....

I pray you and KAYSHARA, SHARA can say this 

70 years from now and I pray that somewhere in 

my future, not knowing how long that may be or take,

I can find this and settle for nothing less.

Also, thanks, thanks, for unblocking my blogging block.

I think I am finding it again,

my blog talent...

I love you my dear, dear child!

and as a "New friend" of mine has shared

" WHO WANTS TO SEE ROME ALONE"