Aging Gracefully; is that possible...

When I was attending High School,  science wasn't a big interest of mine.  Not all of it anyway.  I should have paid closer attention, mainly in the Gravity Department.  Who knows,  I could have masterminded a plan to prevent Gravity from taking over.  No one said I couldn't dream, huh?  

So,  I have dug out old photos and compared them each other.  What better way to tell me if I am aging gracefully. Right? And maybe, just maybe, there is an underlining reason for looking back to the aging posses.  There always is.

 

We arrived from New York to visit my grand parents, hadn't been in Florida very long when this picture was taken.  Why  was I wearing long sleeves is far beyond me.  Florida weather doesn't call for long sleeves, well at least not when I left three years ago.

Fact:  My mother use to fix my hair in a Dippie Do Style when I was younger. It kept my hair straight, shiny and full of bounce.  I use to love the nights my mother would fix my hair.

Just look at all those natural curls, goodness sakes.  Nice to see that my face has always been full and round.

Fact:  I would spend a long time in the mornings, standing in front of the mirror making sure my hair looked perfect.   Trying to impress a young gentlemen.  The things ladies do...

Oh was a Beautiful Morning...

Today upon waking up, I knew my day off would involve an investigation, and getting a few things done.  Nothing major, just a small mind boggling investigation; well there is a story behind it. 

See, some times in the morning when I would walk out of my apartment there was always a bird to greet me, and believe me when I tell you; not every time was a happy greeting.  These past few days haven't been to bad, and that got me to wondering, {yeah I know.. courtesy killed the cat} but seriously,  for the most part I was ducking, bobbing and swooping when coming in and out of my apartment.  

Well, that would explain it.  Looks like it's empty now, hope I didn't make them fly the coop.. or is that saying just for chickens only?

My Everything.. My Mom...

Today we celebrate You, Mom...  All you have given. All you have done. All that you are.  I cherish you Mom.  

~ My Mom ~

 

 Although I am  1300 miles away from you today mom, know that with each morning and at the end of each night; I share the things I do with you.

From a funny moment, instant worry or fear; I know you are is just a phone call away.  With each photo I take of my grand children or children; the memories are always shared with You. 

I often reach back and remember the days we filled our time with projects of Blue Star Mothers, filling boxes for our Troops, or sending out Christmas Cards to a Ship full of Sailors, and smile holding on to each step I took; with my mother stood beside me.  I wouldn't have it any other way.

~ My eldest Daughter Tabitha and My Mom ~

Holidays are the hardest for me, as they are often spent alone; but then thoughts of past family gatherings flood my memories, bringing me inner peace and comfort.  No matter what the time of day; one thing I know stands true; with the sound of ring in my ear... You are never far way.

~ My youngest daughter Ashley and my Mom ~

 

In a few short days, You and I will take a trip to New York.  It is time I can't wait to spend, and new memories I will hold close to my heart for ever. 

You have given me more then I can ever hope Mom.  Surpassed what dreams would be possible.  I couldn't be more proud to call You,  Mom. 

Know that there is no distance 

no land to wide or waters to deep

to keep my love from finding you.

Today and every day Mom

In the gentle breeze a cross your skin

the rain shower in mid afternoon 

and the stars that brighten your way,

I am with you... 

covering you in a blanket of love.

Happy Mothers Day Mom.. I love you more then time or words can even begin to express....

What brings me home...

"Furnish your life with beauty"

~  Thomas Kinkade

During the times when I feel alone, and the sound of quite is deafening.  I stand on my balcony and remember my days on the Beaches of Florida....  

Live, Love, Laugh...

On my desk sits something I find myself reading frequently.:

Remember the big

picture and don't let the

details overwhelm it.

~ Thomas Kinkade

If time travel was possible, do you think you would use it?  Go back and fix something in the past.  Maybe right a wrong.  Wonder, if given the chance,  would.I?   Maybe I would; to glance back to when I was a young girl, to the days of sitting on my grandparents front lawn.. where the breeze brushed our skin, and the sunlight would touch my face.  

This is where I use to live.  Tiebout Ave in Bronx, New York.  My father was the Super for an apartment Complex on Tiebout Avenue.  When I say, we walked to school; we did just that.  Even in the winter snow.  I remember climbing down these stairs, man there were alot of them, to get to my school...PS 85

In the 70's, as a family we visited my grandparents in Florida.  My father loved the green grass and open spaces,  before we knew it, Florida became the place we called home.  We made neighborhood friends quickly.  Taught the kids how to play stick ball.  We learned about feeding chickens and cows.. I mostly ran from them to be honest.  Having a yard was nice, in the Big Apple; we would use the side of  buildings to play Hand ball.  There was a wreck room in our basement that held any and all toys, and a pool table room.  The pool table did not make the trip from New York to Florida.  We would ride the elevator up and down, time and time again..  Use boxes to slide down the stairwell, play Tag, Red Light Green Light, and Mother May I.  

My New York, Bronx School ~ PS 85

Together; We Are Strong...

So many people are running on pure emotions these past few days. I have read many blogs and social network comments of people's anger over the Presidents speech.. or the anger over the death of Osama Bin Laden, and even angry posts and comments directed at our military.  I began to reflect on the events of 9/11 and what brought us to the point of a few days ago,  The death of Osama Bin Laden     My post today, is to honor those who lost greatly.  Those... so many have forgotten. 

 

 

Head over heels.. No really !

With my own word playing in my head, I started out the door for work. Head held high, shoulders slightly back, posture and form looking good, and my head held high.   The day was going wonderfully, Customers were happy {for the most part}, returns were finished and paired to their mate; now to just help Lisa put away the order.   Sounds simple enough.  

With this head cold, and the hearing in my ears coming and going {like I am under water}, I found myself working in my own little world.  In between assisting patients, I was helping put away our order.  The delivery driver had arrived while I was on my first break of the day, not a big deal because we have such an awesome group of team players in our corner of the world.  I just hopped right to it, emptying the box and placing the product on one of the pods.  With my arms full, I was weaving in and out of the isles placing the products in their appropriate spots, just like I have done every day.. a thousand times over, and over, and over again. 

.  A strobe light. An out of body experience.   Down.   Down.  Down.  Stars.

I had just picked up some product off of the pod, I turned to head down the short dead end isle... Clank.. *@%  Clank..%!& Clatter.. %@!&.  Humph.... In slow motion I seen it coming, in real time I felt it