Five at Heart

Some Things About Me

When I was little I  loved to dance, play make-believe, serve my dolls tea, and stretch my arms out wide. I loved Donny & Marie with a passion and adored my journal writing 4th grade teacher Mrs. Vingiano. We moved a month after 4th grade started and as I got older lots of things about me changed.

One of my parents was a high school drop-out (9th grade)

My parents are divorced.

My father found his "audience" in the barroom.

I have 5 strong and beautiful kids. Three sons who mean the absolute world to me. They are 20. 18, and 14. They do not have a relationship with their father.  My two daughters are 6 and 3. They are silly and fun and it is their father who has taken care of us all over the past ten years.

I do not have a sister but I have the best brother in the world.

I don't have sweet boyfriend stories.

I love e-courses like this. They have been a life-saver!!

I have not gone passed my knees or frolicked in the ocean joyfully since 1975 when I saw JAWS at the age of 7.  I kid you not. And the saddest part is I grew up across the street from the ocean and live on a peninsula.  I cringe when my kids go past their waist. I cannot relax at the beach unless I'm alone.

I do not like wine but I like Sangria and Margarita's.

I never sat on a boy's shoulders wearing short shorts and a bikini top.

I like ice cream. Mocha Chip preferably.

I just saw 'Friends with Kids' and loved it.

I could take iphone pics all day long because of the apps. 

My significant other is a neat freak. There's no bigger turn on for him say if he comes home and I have a bottle of windex in one hand and a paper towel in the other...I'm gonna get lucky.

When the kids are grown I'd like to live in a college town, put the car in the garage, and use my legs to get around town. Adult ed classes. I'm into it.

I love to write and started my blog well over a year ago but have had some lulls along the way. 

Did I mention I'm a stay-at-home mom? No professional career (ever) but I do have an Associates Degree in Art from the local college.

I'm tired of hearing the question "what's for dinner?" 

I wish I knew then what I know now...about myself and life.

I love Twitter.

I started writing a screenplay.

I'm a bit of writer.

I like mixed media too.

I once drew a self-portrait of myself and if I don't look Michael Jackson I don't know who does!

I tend to procrastinate.

I'm painfully quiet sometimes but won't stop "talking" here.

I've made mistakes.

My oldest son found out today he'll be stationed in Norfolk, VA for at least the next four years. He left for Bootcamp 6 months ago (US Navy) and I cannot begin to express how proud I am of him. He's one handsome sailor!

All in all, I really just wanna be a star. Look at me up there...I was gonna take on the world!

 

 

 

 

 

She Is Me

She thinks I'm going nowhere

I tell her that's not true~

We're on this road for a reason

Besides it's really not up to you.

I know that anger can cause a crash

And sadness only leads to pain~

If one stays on that route forever

Then there is nothing on Earth to gain.

 

We enter the gates where the fountains flow

And all we see is light~

A little girl's eyes widen and stare

She is taken with the sight.

 

She twirls and dances near the graves

In Heaven to be amongst such souls~

Her spirit is special in every way

Which everyone before her knows.

She is my daughter

Flesh and blood she is me~

She brings joy to quiet places

Like under an old oak tree.

I am her behind my buried smile

She is me happy and sweet~

A little girl dancing poncho on hips

Moving freely on her pretty bare feet.

Mar 6, 2012

Started Blogging From The Heart with Susannah Conway this week. Hopefully good things are to come..

Dec 12, 2011

I never thought I looked like my mother. Until she showed me this.

Dec 12, 2011

Still not decorated and is slightly leaning to the left, but it's up!

Oct 14, 2011

My grandfather Webster. More affectionately known as Papa.

Music to my ears...

I must have said it 100 times. Over and over in my head and in my heart. 

Thank You God. Thank You God. Thank You God...

I spoke to my son the other day. He called unexpectedly of course, from bootcamp. I actually thought it was his brother at first, calling from college. They sound alike sometimes. Aren't they suppose to be miserable, hating it, and wanting to come home from bootcamp? My son didn't sound that way. Not at all. He sounded great!!! He sounded happy! It was music to my ears I'll tell ya. His friend spoke with him too and he thought he sounded excited! He did. There's nothing I want more in this life than for my children to be happy grown-ups. Can I say 'one down four to go' yet?

Thank You God. Thank You God. Thank You God...

He is about half way through bootcamp. In a letter to his grandmother he wrote "it's like a never-ending football practice" but he didn't complain about the long hours and hard work. He wrote to his siblings that he "misses mum's cooking (how sweet is that?) and laying on couch" but he didn't complain about the food or the rack which most likely does not include a pillow-top and down comforter. He knew the drill going in. My son is in the 'Master of Arms' Division which means he helps keep about 80 of his fellow recruits in line. I am so impressed and proud and cannot wait to hear more about this, but I am not at all surprised.

I knew from the beginning he would be recognized as someone valuable. 

Thank You God. 

 

 

Oct 9, 2011

Pink wigs

Oct 6, 2011

Just a peaceful sight.

Oct 6, 2011

A heart on the street

Oct 6, 2011

Me, around three.