Saturday, May 26, 2012

Dancing with Wilbur

It is no secret that I love the writings of EB White. I just adore Wilbur and Charlotte and the fictional world of the Arable family. Yesterday, Emily and I were stuck in traffic and I recalled a day of race traffic that I was coming home from work. This song came on the radio in the midst of my upsetment at the crowd that I was stuck with on the highway. I saw Wilbur dancing out of the beauty of Garth Williams' illustrations. I saw the dance of the free Wilbur breaking out of the pen. I was delighted in a moment and dancing with Wilbur in my car. I am sure that my compatriots on the road thought that I had "wigged out". And maybe I did, but Wilbur and I enjoyed the boogie. And before I knew it the traffic jam had dissipated.

Thursday, May 17, 2012

My Mommy used to make chocolate logs

What a delightful memory of my mommy's culinary endeavors. This Mother's Day I especially missed my mommy's log. It has been a long time since she used to go and collect the cookies and whip the cream and make those logs.{I don't think anybody else ate any, but me} They were scrumptious. It was usually a Christmas log and the others were enjoying the fruitcake which was not a childhood delicacy. My fave was the log. My mommy could throw down. I am so grateful and miss her tremendously. Happy Mother's Day, again!

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Mother's Day started with Belgian Waffles!

My Cooper Union graduate husband designed my breakfast, as usual. This time it was a heart motif, perfectly shaped hearts and 2 Hebrew National Hotdogs. I am not much of a breakfast eater, but I gobbled down some of the deliciously buttered fare. My baby came up with a card with so many adjectives about his momma, I had to ask who he was talking about. "My mom loves to...ZUMBA!" What an epitaph, from my baby. He is often evicted from the room so I can do my aerobic dance. He is a card. My Middleschool, clarinet playing young man had comments for all of the festivities of the day. The ladies cooked dinner and my Pastor preached, just into my soul. I was blessed, in the city, in the field, when we came and when we went. I am reaping a harvest of blessings.

Saturday, May 12, 2012

Friday, May 11, 2012

The Joy of Motherhood is having a patient father of your children!

Lord willing, This Sunday is another happy twenty-something Mother's Day for me. And among the anticipation of the joys of the day for me is rejoicing that the father of my children is a patient and godly example to me. I am so grateful to God for the blessing of a godly husband. The more cantankerous I get with age, the more my patient husband is appreciated. I wish him the happiest of Mother's Days.

Sunday, May 6, 2012

Saturday, May 5, 2012

for baby Stoney---so he'll know Aunt Jayne's voice

and put it on my blog for you.
please enjoy it...:)
Trumpet1 by Jaynemomma

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

22 Years ago today!

After having cried for an entire year, the sun seemed to crack the sky again for me, with Emily's birth. I lived the whole year wondering if we would make it another day. Why did the sun come up? was my daily question. I had lost my only real desire. Then, as if God turned the surface of my life over, Emily was born. She was a pain and a prod, from her first breath. She made cussing like sounds at the anesthesiologist, as they were siphoning the mucus from her. I said, what a little personality she has. No tolerance. No patience. No compromising. Constant provocation. I guess I needed that. I am so grateful for her.

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.