"Genius? Nothing! Sticking to it is the genius! ... I've failed my way to success."
--Thomas Edison

When I was just a little girl, I remember my brother telling me that our family dog was giving him kisses long after her passing.  I don’t remember the actual dog but I do remember his teaching.

When I was six years old my father’s Aunt passed away.  That was the first time I sat and gazed into the heavens knowing that she was looking down on us.  I thought at the time that she was sitting on a star or something.

Throughout my life, I have felt and listened to “my angels”.  I know that most decisions made of my own will are usually not good decisions.  They are filled with human reactions, such as resentment, anger, rejection and greed.  So when I have decisions to make, I turn inward and ask for advice from my angels.  When I ask specifically and clearly for what I believe I need, I usually find that the angel’s work miracles in my life.

Some may find this to be silly, but to be able to share a little about myself, this is to me the most interesting and most important part of who I am.  I reach out to the heavens and ask for my angels to walk with me and to guide me. 

Welp, I got my stuff all over to my daughter’s and I feel pretty settled.  What a pleasure to wake up before the sun comes up and find “FRESH, BREWED COFFEE!”  I haven’t had that pleasure in a VERY LONG TIME.  I love it! 

I guess since I got all the floors and bathrooms at my house cleaned this past Saturday, that I will start on her screens and windows this coming Saturday!  No rest for the wicked! LOLOLOL! 

Sunday evening my darling daughter was having a bowl of soup…she started “tittering” and giggling…then she tells DDH that “hehehehe, I can drink my soup out of the bowl…what’s SHE gonna do about it?”  This is the payback I get for having to be “Sergeant Mom” when she was young…no rest on Saturday mornings and slurping shit from bowls…gross!  Oh, well, if that is all the punishment I get for the crummy job I did as “Sergeant Mom”, I can grin and stand it…. Must not have done such an awful job.  She is letting me and my doggie’s stay there, right?

Love you DD and DDH (darling daughter and darling daughter’s hubby)

I went to my daughter's home last nite...it was the most wonderful thing to walk in, all the puppie's there and she's in the kitchen saying, "hi, honey, how was your day?"...I haven't had that for so long that I forgot to remember that I missed it! 

Thank you April and David for allowing me the privilege of "trying to recover" at your home and making me feel the love, the warmth and the welcome.  You have absolutely no idea how good it feels to have you as part of the "save mom/tra/mimi" team.  Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

I love you

:D

I just wanted to say that sometimes friends come to you in the form of internet friends...i guess that comes somewhat of a surprise to me.  Also, I thought I had gotten "close" to someone but they choose to just disappear!    I would like to think that this particular friend will not do that.  His words are kind and comforting and I got a hug from 3000 miles away.  It was almost as good as the real thing. sometimes just knowing someone else's heart feels your heart is enough.  Thank you dear friend. xoxoxox 

sissy is FINALLY on her way home.  she says she is driving in virginia somewhere and hopes to make it to s. carolina or georgia by nightfall...then home tomorrow!  yeah!

now, you must understand, sissy and i have lived 115 miles apart since Jesus was an alterboy...but this trip she has taken, knowing that she is sooooo far away...knowing that i couldn't be with her within a 1.5 hour drive nor her with me leaves my heart aching.  i know for a fact, in an emergency i can be in her driveway in 1.5 hours, even though it is a 2 hour drive under regular circumstances. 

also, my home has been under contract since the day before Thanksgiving.  Just as the last pod container was being delivered on Wednesday, i received word that the buyer was backing out of the contract!  AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!  I have been running around like a maniac trying to get all the ordinary repairs done, not to mention the drainfield, roof and ceilings that needed replaced!  i am not a happy girl at the moment!

but i do feel better knowing that my sister is within a stone's throw of being home.  she has been holding my head above water while i am trying to sell my house and rectify the financial and emotional mess i have made out of my life.  so, please, dear blog friends, send out positive energies to me and sissy...for her safe arrival home and for someone that will possibly have a child(ren) and/or a little black dog that will love my house and want to make it their own.

love to all

mimi xoxox

Getting to be me

Getting to be me has been a long and precarious journey.  Two people promised to love honor and cherish, but never really meant it.  Two people created 3 little lives that were hustled about anywhere  and to anyone  that would have them. 

Getting to be me began back in new england way before they had internet connections!  Getting to be me was back when Most families had stay at home mothers, they still had penny candy and cracker jacks for a nickle that still had  a surprise inside.  Not every home had two cars and not every house had television!

Getting to be me was being dragged crying and screaming from new england and family to florida and back time and time again.  Finally the dragging stopped, I dug in and settled in just to be thrown  into a larger florida city.  I didn’t know then but found out not long after that that larger city was surely my destiny.  That is where I met Sam and from there, getting to be me was made simpler, better balanced and more wonderful than I would have ever imagined my life could be!  Getting to be me meant stability and strength and a future filled with wonder and dreams and love and teaching and room to grow and bloom.

Sadly, that dream was fulfilled and the petals had fallen.   getting to be me was  more terrible and frightening than any horror show I have ever seen.  Getting to be me began again!  Every day is a challenge and every day I am still “getting to be me!”

Student Charged After 166 School Door Locks Glued

A high school senior in Volusia County, Fla., was charged with burglary and criminal mischief Friday after allegedly gluing 166 door locks inside his school, according to Local 6 News.

Andreas Baertschi (pictured, left) was arrested Thursday at New Smyrna Beach High School.

Baertschi reportedly told police that he planned to glue a statue to the roof of the school but when that didn't work, he decided to glue the door locks, Local 6 News reported.

When students and teachers arrived at the school Tuesday, they had to wait outside for more than an hour while maintenance workers opened the doors.

Baertschi was released from jail after posting bond.

I am going to try to go into everything without expectations...i think that the most difficult things are the things we project and never actually happen! 

Dennis Wholey:

Expecting the world to treat you fairly
because you are a good person
is a little like expecting the bull not to attack you
because you are a vegetarian.