Friday, February 26, 2010

Milking a "Root Canal"! OWWWWW!

I am so glad that they didn't give me time to think about it. I had several missed appointments. So, when my day off came, I didn't schedule in a ROOT CANAL. I love my dentist, but no body loves a root canal. Ben said the appt is at 8:30. I didn't even have time to vaccuum or argue. I just got dressed and went across the street to the dentists office.
It is a beautiful dentists office. He has all kinds of little trinkets in the waiting room that make you wish that you were 3 years old again to build with the blocks and play. Instead you have to sit there stoicly pretending not to be afraid and not to be sad that you aren't three and that everybody will look at you, if you play with the blocks while you wait to have your head poked into.
It really wasn't that bad. He had a tv in front of the chair to listen to while I was in there. I had my crochet needle and a tangled ball of yarn to untangle, which is very relaxing for me. I didn't tell him that it was the yarn that put a hole in the tooth to begin with. Occasionally I still indulge in chewing on the yarn, when in private. As we all know. This hole in the tooth had been there for years now and I don't know why I chose this morning to get it fixed. Oh well, here we go.
2 hours with a handsome man and his assistant poking and pressing in my mouth while I am gagged and tied. This should be a crime in some States. I survived.
But I milked it. Only laundry and mopping. Not another chore for me today. I am in my bed. I had a root canal. I have to go to work tomorrow, if you children don't fend for yourselves, too bad. It may be unAmerican and it may be UnWalker, certainly. Choosy mothers choose Jiff unless they had a root canal. I don't care what happens my mouth is in pain and I am milking it. LOL.
I really had a good time, making them feel sad for me. Thank you, root canal.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

I am revelling at the hilarity of my "twins"

When they were little we called them "Thing One and Thing Two", from the Cat in the Hat. They are inseparable and find similar humor in things being the closest in age in the house. We call them twins because they are only 1 year apart, as opposed to the 4 year span of everybody else.

When they were waiting for the bus they call the other children Quirintas and Quirintos. If we get a bag of clothes that fit them, they call them Acuerdos(literally "I could wear those"). If they are calling eachother to dinner they say "Ueecnete" (Literally "We can eat") They are destined to be linguists if they can ever get their English under their belts. I am always saying what did you say to her. Their language is more difficult for me to study than Latin was. I asked for a list of vocabulary words to study their language and Enoch responded that their language is a primitive and hasn't any written form yet. They are hilarious. They don't speak English, but at least there are two of them who speak their language. :)

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

What is 1.03 to the 25th power?

My mind is fried from work and he comes to me for help. He never says help. I have to force the issue. Is the homework finished? It is a good sign that the homework isn't finished if music is blasting from the computer that I don't like. If it is music that I like they are trying to get my attention. If it is music that I hate, they are trying to forget something. (it is not a hard and fast rule, but it can be counted on in a pinch) I drag myself up to the stairs to inquire of the cacophany. What is the deal?

He silently brings the Algebra book to me. This means there is a problem. There must be a trick to this. We pull out Brittanica, Algebra for dummies and the calculator. 50000 times 1.03 to the 25th power. I really think that there is some trick where you subtract the exponent for every zero somewhere, but I can't remember the rule. I look and we didn't find it. Finally, we multiplied 1.03 twentyfive times on the calculator. Neither of us got the same answer twice. The two of us lazily gave in to our ignorance. That is the wonder of Algebra. There is a right answer and when we find it, we will say Eureka. It was right in front of us all along.

Ethan stood on the side laughing at the 2 of us unable to multiply a number between 1 and 2. He said the 1 times tables are not so hard. I said well we had to consider the hundredths place. He and I were rolling at the thought of memorizing the 3hundredths times tables. In the end Ethy and I read some of Stuart Little and fell asleep wondering why anybody would want to drink something with a wierd name like "sasparilla". All in a good nights sleep.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Ugggggh! Good Grief, Charlie Brown!

They have my mind spinning like a top. I have to know, is it passive aggressive? Is it aggressive aggressive? She has your toes and fingers and self care consideration. She is the 4th child and all sympathies for everyone, but she is going to make me crazy! I understand that everything is all about her at this age. I understand that nothing can happen for anybody else, but I do not understand this spinning of the days on me. (she claims it was an honest mistake of the days.)
I took off from work early to go to my middle son's graduation meeting.(not because I wanted to) I do understand that although he never really makes a big deal about stuff that I miss for him. It is going to form his conscious thought. So I did it. I don't really like these meetings about stuff like this, but I did all that for the big girls and now I am not going to miss the fun for Ethan. He is the one that is destined to be overlooked, just by his position in the family. That is the mental struggle throughout the day. Should I or shouldn't I. I hate these meetings. I hate this rigormorol. But, I did it, I took off early. I got my mind ready to meet these people. Evvy says no, no my registration for High school is today. We must do both. Let me come with you. How come I didn't realize this? How come this is not something that was on my refrigerator list of things to do? This should have been a red flag. Okay, we will try to do both. Evvy comes with me to make sure that I don't miss this for her. Their schools are right next door to eachother, so I wasn't too upset about the missed thing in my mind.
I went to Ethan's meeting and put my name on the little listy thing and talked for a minute with the early birds and left. That was what I wanted to do anyway. Now, to the Middle School for more of the same, no. It is at Enoch's school a mile away. Are you kidding me?
It is a good thing the cows were out grazing and the sun was a beautiful hue of pink and gray after the storm or I would have been "upsetter". Yep.
We pulled into the parking lot and it was awefully quiet for such an occurrence. Even I said this is uncanny. When we did this for Enoch, we couldn't get a parking space in the whole lot. Guess what, it wasn't the night. It is a curricullum fair and it is tonight, not last night. Ms. AP Social Studies wants to see her curricullum before the time. I am not taking off again tonight for this. I am tired and very angry at the mess up. On the way back home "Contessa" (Daddy's baby girl) Texted her girl friend who texted back that the meeting was tonight and not yesterday. Uggggh! I felt like Charlie Brown on his back after having tried to kick the football again! Good grief, Charlie Brown, can't you get anything right?

Monday, February 22, 2010

The last lap of Winter!

To find my second wind, is nearly one of the most difficult things, these days. I'd rather take a nap, than wait it out or look for some more energy from somewhere. I realize that I have to push my heart, at this age or it will push me. The "sleepy, weepies" are the season that I am in. I cannot let that season define me. I must press out of it and get the things accomplished that will make for the general comfort of myself and the family.
We had weather in the 60's and that was very beautiful. I got my usual couple of floors and couple of loads of laundry done over the weekend. Not quite where I want to be in house organized. We do have a new design in the Living room. House beautiful! The usual change, makes the house like living in a page of a magazine. Every week the change of the scenery. It is the same furniture, but a different dynamic.
The weekend was delicious, from beginning to end. I spent a couple of hours studying with my favorite 15 year old and fell in love with my carpets again. What else can you ask for?LOL.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Saturday fun!

I woke up early and the day was wrapped in the most perfect blue-gray paper with the prettiest burgundy pink bow on the horizon. I just couldn't wait to unwrap it to see what was in it for me. God always puts something in it for me, even if I can't see it. Sometimes the present is like a "Where's Waldo" page, lots of stuff on it, but...where's Waldo? You have to look.

I am just getting adjusted to having no childlike imaginations in the house. No babies to look at the angel straws with me or to show me beautiful cloud patterns that they see. Everybody is grown and Ezra is the saddest to see growing out of babyhood of all. Menopause is a grieving and a loss and a change of emotional status and everything that marked your life is now irrelavent. Somewhat like Puff the Magic Dragon...

A Dragon lives forever,
But, not so little boys,
Painted rings and
childhood strings,
make way for other toys...

I am not melancholic, all the time, just struggling at readjusting my relationships with this very growing and constantly changing band of personalities. There are advantages for sure, I get to imagine and share my thoughts inside my head and now it is time to grow up. Time to be who I am as a "lady"and not just a "mommy", maybe. ...Cleaning the house is the first thing. I went to the store and saw the sunrise and now its time to break into my day. Before cleaning...a delicious cup YUM!

Friday, February 19, 2010

Another family Charrette!

I just love how the Walker children have grown to interact in a scholastic deadline. They are 2nd generation CooperUnionites and I learned very early that the mark of a CooperUnionite is establishing how to lunge at a deadline. Whatever it takes, to get that paper in or that project in on time is what they do.

It was Ethan's turn again. He is entering into the second stage of the apprenticeship with his father. Ben was at work and I heard, from my bed(I am not a Cooper Unionite) yells and screams of the senior children. Get up and get this done. It was slave driving to make a car for Science class. They got it done and the final project is beautiful, but I never get used to the process of staying up and yelling about a school project. They are determined and they love the interaction. Except, it always has to be a deadline.

I love my children who have totally imbibed their fathers driven nature about certain things. Design geniuses who love the process of design and development. Necessity is the mother of invention. I must be Necessity?

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

We had mommy/daughter giggletime, last night.

There is something about when a bunch of giggling girls or ladies gather over hair that causes silliness to abound. I nearly thought I was back in the attic at 113, All 4 of us on the bed doing hair laughing about the silliest things. Love is like that. It can find silly things to laugh about when nothing else is funny. We were just doing hair and then somebody turned on the camera and there was mirth and fun. Grandma Hanst used to say laugh before 7, cry before 11 and sure enough there was much to cry about, when responsibility hit us. We have work to do, ladies. The silliness deteriorated, just before we went to bed. But, before the crying it was nice to laugh together for a little while.
I miss the nights of long laughs with Amy and Jo in the attic about algebra and boys. We talked about smoking and exercise and what will we be when we grow up. Hey, are we grown up, yet? That was a long time ago and much is concerning us, all of the time, now. It was precious to me to have a moment to act silly with the girls and sense that they are growing to be as dear as my sisters have been in maturity, "somewhat".

Monday, February 15, 2010

Rapid dismissal for the snow!

If you blink too hard you would miss the snow day. I just love the aftershocks of snow as I take my walk on my lunchtime. The snow smacks in large globs off the trees and it is like a snowball fight in nature. You don't have time to pick up the snow as it melts around you. The sight of the beautiful white stuff becoming mud everywhere and then dry ground happens in hours. And you turn around and ask. Did it snow.
This is alot of snow for the Charlottean. We are looking and finally we got a camera, but the snowman fell down melting, before we could get a picture. It is gorgeous.
Across the street, the farm land looks a little like the rice patties in China. We could think it was a marshland always, but it was just 2 years ago that we were on water restrictions because of the drought. So we are appreciating all of this extra water, in all its forms around us. I would take this extra water any day. It really is beautiful. You do need boots to go for a walk, though. We have a joke that when you walk you have to be ready to go for a swim in the moat, because there are huge puddles that look like dirt to step on. What happened to your pants? I say and Elyse responds, in jest, I had occasion to swim in the moat(that means I took a walk- it is a line from the movie Lloyds of London). They really should discover cement side walks down here. LOL. It is fun. Back to school after the snow days feels more like a Christmas vacation because of the white stuff than it did in the December 60 degree weather we had. We are like bears learning how to hibernate down here. When do the people sleep? It is nice enough to be outside most of the year? We are grateful for the beauty and the enjoyments of home.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

The snow finally got to us again!

Like a friend coming twice in one month. We had some delightful snow again last night. It was a precious sight to watch our birds dancing on the tree limbs and screaming about the soft white stuff coming down. Not to mention my children's rambunctious attitudes changing with the white stuff.
Just enough of the stuff to cover lawns and cars and make a mess. I am glad that I didn't rent the rug doctor yet. I will wait until March and clean up the mess in one fell swoop. It is spot checking, for now. Mud and goop from the shoes and the children. When I do them(the carpets), I will ban shoes from the house, for good. Nyaaa! I will just fall in love with the rug doctor, again and restore my precious carpet and enjoy the freedom that the children have in their fun. It is part and parcel of the beauty of the snow.:)

PS. we got a camera! again...pix to come

Friday, February 12, 2010

We try to go for pizza, regularly; but this was a real date.

We don't really go on date dates often persay, but this was a real date.
Emily did my hair and my make up. Mother, you can't let Dad see you looking your old haggardly self, they say. 19 year olds don't mince words. Let me help you. If you were in NY you would go to the beauty parlor. Em transformed my bathroom into an exclusive beauty parlor. It was an adorable time between us that we rarely get in these days. It takes a long time to transform the lady of the house into a date. It was worth the while. It turned out to be a date with Emily in the day and a date with my sweetiepie at night.

A Flawless Performance

We all know that Larnelle needs no pomp and circumstance. He could go out there without a single thing and he nearly did. He had an awesome pianist and his voice. He dotted every "i" and crossed every "t". He "could be glad", all of our hopes were in the Lord and I am always grateful for the reminder. It was a special valentines day dinner, at the church. Larnelle showed out and sang, at least one new song in the bunch that I hadn't heard before. I wanted to hear "Blessing and Honor". He didn't sing that one, but he sang alot of my favorites. I don't think that there is a song that Larnelle sings that is not one of my favorites. But, my favorite of the favorites is the "Creation Medley". He sang that one and I was glad to hear it.
God knows how to comfort and bless, even in a "far country" LOL. We go to a church that is so at home now. A small taste of Brooklyn Tab... and other places that are sweet and special to us and people who love God and want to serve Him. I am grateful for the loves that we have found down here in neighbors, friends and church family. I miss everybody at home, but God shows out, more than Larnelle and to have a Larnelle concert come and visit me, was like a special present from God.
I am so grateful!

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Excitement and Anticipation!

It is the day before Larnelle is coming to my church, to do a concert! I am so excited.

Words simply cannot say. The last time I saw him I was in an emotional coma. I only remember one song that he sang, because it was in 1989. He sang You are my child and I don't remember anything else about it.
I hope to be alert and awake at this concert.
Should I do my hair? Should I wear something nice, or casual? This is so confusing. There is no right way to dress or go to a concert these days, whatever you do, you date yourself. Wow, you must be over 40 because you have on a dress, on a Sunday or at a weekday concert. Young people are so picky about things and they categorize us oldies at a clip. LOL
I will give you blow by blow, after we get to the concert, Lord willing!

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

I just love

It seems like yesterday that I was 19. I remember Jo, in the backseat of our car and saying, you are 19. You have your whole life in front of you.
Now, I spent the night with my favorite 19 year old. This time it was reminiscing on the craziness of growing up as my child. You don't spank those boys enough, was the accusation.
I sat and listened to the advise, after having heard the most hilarious depiction of the Superbowl, translation into mommy Walker(for me), that I had ever heard. We laughed again, until we couldn't stop laughing.
Emily says, there were 2 sets of gentlemen in 2 different colored costumes and the gentlemen in the silver costumes, were successful at taking over the game from the gentlemen in the blue costumes. We were rolling, at the thought of the fumblings that happened. She had every play recounted to us. We stayed up till about 1 am after her fun at the game with friends.
She is like a rollercoaster up to the sky and down to the floor. I love when I see them coming back to themselves about this age. They seem lost, in the eyes from 13-19 and then, just as swiftly as they left me, they come back. I see my baby Emily, in her eyes again. She is getting used to this idea of being a woman and can come to grips with the humanity of her parents. We are trying to steer her, the lioness of the family. She roars at everyone, but she is a gem and delightful on the other side also. I love being her mother.

Monday, February 8, 2010

My JUJU bean called me.

I hate the phone! I can't hug somebody, over the phone and I also can't hit somebody, over the phone (I guess that is a mercy:). But the phone rang on Saturday and it was Ju.
Uh-oh, what is wrong. A crying season for my precious daughter vaunted the unexpected ring. We made full use of the time. Encouraging and refreshing as a taste of NY Pizza and a real NY bagel. I was sick and laying in my bed and it woke me up enough to do at least one room of vacuuming and half a sink of dishes and 2 loads of laundry, before falling back into bed in my congestion.
Today I feel better and I am sure that the call and the echinacea, vitamin c, oranges and a call from my baby sis, subway sis, stayup night singing partner, follower and leader, teacher and disciple, friend and so many more things did much to help heal, at least a part of my homesickness and definitely my congestion abated some. Thanks JU!

Did I tell you how Ju was born? I had to get some of my story from Grandma, because Ju's birth story beat us all out. She was always meant to be a show girl. As though the curtain was rising on the world she waited till all the family was together at Aunt Helen's birthday party to break water. They would talk about it every year. (What a show off) To choose to make such a fuss was exemplary of what she would be for the rest of her life. My baby sister the show off!:) Keep showing out, Girl!

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Yesterday's blessing

It is a harrowing experience, daily to catch the bus. We have affectionately referred to the time as the shotput event. Daily we must throw the boys onto the bus and the winner is called the shot put champion.

I won the shot-put event this morning in spite of myself. Winning has its own glory. The conversations at the bus stop with the amazing minds of the future a more priceless than the biggest trophy given by the most wonderful person. I am thinking of Mr. Rooney. His gruffness, would make it all the more amazing to have won the tournament. He had absolutely no frills to him. He had no compliments and so when the winning happened and he gave the trophy, it was a feeling of pride that there were no words for. We got many of our trophies from his hands. Some broke and some stayed the test of time in a busy family, but this morning’s win is greater.
We talked about street crossing and how to look. We talked about peripheral vision and how to pass the ball on the basketball court. We talked about the water cycle and dozens of little conversations amixed them. Children seem the closest to eternity that there can be(they jump in conversation across time and subject, with no seams). They seem to be able to talk about anything at length, with absolutely no knowledge, or a very limited knowledge of the subject.
That was my trophy this morning. To see their faces and their rude expressions to the bus driver will be the topic for days to come, I am sure. I am sure that I didn’t raise those hooligans who got on the bus and didn’t say Good morning, or even look at the bus driver. Hooligans, I say. This must be stopped. I win. I got outside and saw them to the bus and stole the title from my predecessor, Elyse. She is a much better woman for stealing my gold, morning by morning.

To know and acknowledge what a real treasure is, is being passed along. Some will see it and some will have to experience the treasure, after having missed it. I have missed many a foggy day bus stop conversation with my boys. They are sprinting out of our lives too quickly for words and I caught this one this morning. Fleeting moments of treasured love touches.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

5 Minutes to blog time?

I have decided to link my love for blogging with 5 minutes on the treadmill. My family hates my blogging. I should be at their beck and call at all times. I have given myself excuses to blog and whatever they say, I don't let it phase me. Now, I am getting like that about my treadmill. I've gotten up to 7 whole minutes. Selfish minutes. Mine, mine, mine. Something I do that I like that is for me! I am grateful and now, I am walking in the house, in their complete view, they could ask me anything else to do, but, no, I am walking.
We are a team. Evvy is my cheer leader, "Shake those butter buds off", is the motto. There is a lot of butter to shake off, from Christmas. I need a chisel or a jackhammer to work on it.LOL for now it will be working up from 5 minutes to blog time. Determinations as every year before. My step routine with Michael Jackson, has gone by the wayside, as I nurse a semi aching knee. The steps in my house are too used to spend that time on there anyway. Next is the treadmill, a blessing from the Lord and the stationary bike, at home. I love it. It is just what I always wanted. We have an exercise room at work, but the scenery is so beautiful that I would rather be outside than on the treadmill, there.
The angels of rain, have swept away most of the snow and their rug doctor is so efficient to make all of our gardens look more beautiful than ever. We have a horrible stain of oil on our driveway from the car. I bought some stuff to clean it, but we need a power wash to really get it clean. The angels sent nearly a power wash these past couple of days. I couldn't have done it better. I am really looking forward to Spring, even though I didn't invest in bulbs to have them blooming in my garden: I have some precious gardening neighbors that I depend on to lift my spirits.
I missed the after Christmas parties around the neighborhood. We have a neighbor that has a room of trains set up for the holidays. My children saw it; I was laid out from the overtime, at work. I am sorry that I missed it. Now, the views of land and sky amaze me and I am inspired by some small natural wonder daily. I can really see what John Denver meant, when he said "He was born, in the summer of his 27th year". Coming home to dirt and sky is like a birth.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Now, I am bored of snow:(

Shame on me, to have a friend over, after so long not having seen it and now being bored of him. I want it to go away. It is a mess. It is dirty not. It is cold. I have to go to work. The children have off another day and all they get into is trouble.
I thought the beautiful rain would wash it all away, by now. Nope! It is still with us. I don't know how you New Yorkers do it, every season having this much snow. LOL.
It is 3 days of 3 inches here and I am ready to pull out my hair.
I am hiring that rug doctor, this weekend to do my carpets?

Monday, February 1, 2010

Here we are in the second month of the second decade of the second millenium AD.

What an interesting providence to be alive in the 2nd month of the 2nd decade of the 2nd millenium. Time continues on. So many times I had wished that time would have stopped and I looked at the clock every couple of minutes and could not believe that tempus did fugit, or time did fly.
The children have the day off, again, because of the snow and ice. They sledded and slid and rolled, yesterday. I would imagine that today there will be more of the same. Delighted by the coming of our friend, the snow has taken over all of our plans and thoughts. Long after the mud is mopped up and cleaned off the carpets, long after the children are no longer children, we will have the memory of the snowdays here that God sent as a relief to our homesickness. Even now time marches on. Laundry, work responsibilities, etc. all these things are parts of the beauty of the memories that are our lives.
I always think that when we get to heaven, we will see the days like boxes, identified by their sunrises and sunsets. We will get to look into the boxes and appreciate again the mercies of where God protected and guided us, inspite of ourselves. We will understand it better, by and by, as they say. For now, I greedily unwrap the gift of this day and gulf it down happily, because it is the most beautiful gift and I am supremely blessed.

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


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.