Saturday, January 17, 2009

Are you my baby sister?


I find so many wonderful memories of the way that Amy was gifted to make mommy feel like she was an only child. My favorite memory is the pictures that Amy would draw when she was out at Rochdale when we were there for hours. She would draw and draw pictures and I loved them because I was never in any of them. She would draw pictures of mommy and her by themselves. That is my mommy she would say. I would say what is that "Aim"? She would always say this is a picture of me and my mommy and my daddy. There was no one else in Amy's vision but her and her mommy and her daddy. That is how it is supposed to be. Definitely that is how we are with God. It is God and me and when I think about that it makes me pray to God in a very committed way. Am I in your family now Aim?
I just loved playing second fiddle to my baby sister for those years at school. Are you Amy's sister? Isn't she adorable? Isn't she professional? Isn't she a great speaker? I didn't know you could speak, Jayne? Are you older or younger? That was the best question for me. Amy is my baby sister and I am so happy that on this day when 41 years ago she came into the family with a wonderful motivational, type A personality and I love her!
Thank you for being you, Amy!
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5 comments:

Anonymous said...

ugh
why is this song playing making me cry?
LOL
I feel so sad now.

January 17, 2009 at 3:43 PM
Anonymous said...

Nice Picture
Happy Birthday

January 17, 2009 at 3:44 PM
Anonymous said...

This is so precious and wonderful, a true to t estimate to the light that Ame's is able to shine on others because of the light that's shone on her from her lovely family.

January 17, 2009 at 5:27 PM
Anonymous said...

You guys are great! And thank you, JAYNE! What a tribute to me. I cannot tell you how touched I am. This will bring me closer to DC. I am headed to the inauguration and one of the balls, so this post will give me the motivation. Thanks and I love you more.
Just don't tell Julia, Jackie, Joanne...and my new sister, Mary Ellen ;)

Love,
Amy

January 17, 2009 at 6:20 PM
jackie said...

peace jayne, keep the love coming
just not to many old pictures of me hahaha....not sure where your getting those but im coming for them (pic)... all is well
and stop souping amys head up its big enough (joke)
peace for now

January 18, 2009 at 9:34 AM

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Title- The Studious One!

Title- The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse

Of biscuits and syrup

Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats

Happy Saturday!

Happy Saturday!
a day at the Raptor Center.

Widdle Emmie in outer space school

Emmie jumped on the bus and off it flew out into the atmosphere. There was a set of clouds with turbulence right above the house and it took a few minutes for my Emmie to buckle her seatbelt. They hit the bump hard and it knocked my Emmie out of her seat and she bumped her head. The video camera came on and the monitor looked through and stated, Ms. Emmie, where are you? You are not in your seat. Where are you? I am alright I fell because I hadn’t buckled correctly. Well jump up Emmie we have a long way to go and you have to be buckled there is entirely too much turbulence in the stratosphere for you to unbuckle now. As soon as we are through this weather system there will be straight sailing but right now you must buckle. Emmie scrambled into the seat with intensity and purpose now. She watched every cloud pass her window and her nose was pressed to the window trying to see the top of the house as it drifted slowly out of sight. Soon they were not only out of sight of the house, the sun came out brightly and just as quickly they were putting on the atmospherical breathing apparatus and the outerspherical lights. The ABA and the OL. These precautions were to make them appear to be satellites to the radar as they were out in the ionosphere. Emmie knew all about this now. She had gone to the orientation and had a good breakfast and it took them 20 minutes for her to get out past the atmospherical pull and to feel the zero gravity. It would be 15 minutes before the gravity simulators would take effect, a glitch in the system which was being worked on. Until then, they enjoyed the couple of minutes of floatation, while being connected to the seats by belt. The first thing they saw everyday was the strataflotsam. The items which had been dumped into the atmosphere by earlier generations. What would their generation do about this ecological waste area that remained floating above their heads? This was a question for the generations. For now it was the area that they had to guide through on the way to school.

Midnight at the OASIS

Midnight at the OASIS
Sunset in Huntersville

My little Emmie

ran to the bus on the first day of the last year of school. 2 buns on the side of her head. She kissed me and ran at dawn to the bus. She was starting the adventure of a lifetime. I would never see that little girl again, she was going to woman school!

My Father and I 1989

My Father and I 1989

to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme

A VISIT TO PAPA











Are you going to Mary Immaculate?

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



Remember me to the one who lived there,



He once was a true love of mine,



Tell him to buy me an acre of land,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,



Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,



Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,



Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.



Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



After your done 50 pushups



and jog down the West Side Highway,



Then he’ll be a true love of mine…

(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)





He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.