I don’t recall why we made the decision for John to come stay with me after being released from the hospital. But there he was, stitched up swollen lips and broken teeth sitting on my deck drinking coffee from a straw.
He had doctor’s orders not to drive because they were still
trying to figure out the extent of his brain injury. So there I was waiting on him and nursing him back to health.
The guy who forgot he’d said, “I love you Loretta” to me the
night before the accident.
The one who was facing a felony charge for running from the
cops, and the man who now looked more like Sloth from Goonies than Michael
What the hell was I thinking?
Birthdays are a big deal to me, but you probably already
know that. And without trying to state the obvious, this next one is perhaps
the biggest in the deal department yet.
I can only remember one birthday party as a kid. Just one. I
may have singled this one party out, but I doubt it. The reason it may stand
out the most is that was also the occasion that my younger brother, Brian,
decided to stand on the fence and pee in front of my friends.
I was nine and mortified.
A weekend to celebrate women!
We missed seeing my Mother-in-law on Mother’s Day last Sunday, so we thought we would extend the holiday to this weekend and make the trip north to take her out to dinner. A friend of mine shared on her Facebook that she had to work on Mother’s Day and would miss not only seeing her mother, but also celebrating with her kids.
Happy Mother’s Day to all you lovely moms out there! I hope you all enjoy a day (or two) of celebration.
This weekend was my birthday party and Mother’s Day celebration, and I thoroughly enjoyed every minute. My son, daughter-in-law and granddaughters arrived Friday night and by early Saturday morning, the festivities began with a wonderful home cooked breakfast.
Truly one of the best things about getting older is having my adult kids as friends. We have the best laughs and enjoy sitting at the table together, talking and joking around, long after the food is gone.
My birthday is a big deal to me.
I know birthdays are not a big deal for everyone, but for me, they’re important. Maybe it’s because I was born on Mother’s Day 1959 and I’ve shared my birthday with that holiday many times since.
Or maybe it’s because I only remember having ONE birthday party when I was a kid. And I’m pretty sure that was the time my brother stood on the fence and pee’d in front of everyone, effectively ruining my birthday.
He thought it was funny.