Saturday, December 12, 2009

Good Morning 48!


This is the last year of my life that the first digit of my age is exactly half of the second...until I am 120? Imagine that. I am awake and 48.
My true love gave me 3 Ferrero Rochero chocolates(my very, very favorite treat) and 1 dozen roses. I know he loves me, you have to remind them every once in a while that they love you, or they will forget as we travel through the middle passage. I am cantankerous as ever and often I know I leave him thinking where is that kind and dainty 19 year old girl that I met on the train. Holy and God conscious, all of the time. The change of life does things to your personality, quite different from the cantankerousity of pregnancy. I told him take those roses back and buy me some tickets to see the new movie with a Black Princess. This is historic. He didn't listen, he just kissed me. I knew that meant no. I will see it by and by.
I made the cake for grandma's birthday, littler than other years, but the best tasting ever. Pound cake with chocolate frosting. I nearly gobbled it up whole, but couldn't. On the side I made 2 coconut custards. Another favorite. One is eaten and the other to pick on. I don't eat like that everyday. Needless to say, I don't get anything all to myself.
My recent quest and what is taking me into the new year is looking for the perfect combination of fat free yogurt and sugarfree jello. I am looking for a combination that will fool my mouth into believing it is cheesecake. For my birthday I combined 1 peach flavored and 1 lime sugar free jello with 1 large container of fat free yogurt. What an ugly color, but a deliciously different taste. I will be chomping on that come holiday time. Much better for my heart than Ice cream. Another treat, I enjoy when it is not my birthday is cottage cheese and any fruit I can find. A dab of sugar free jam and a dollop of cottage cheese and I can watch the children down a half gallon and not cry. I am learning to look at the decadent deserts and not always have to have them. This is part of the cantankerousness also.
Here, take a bite of ice cream to sweeten up your personality. No! I don't want to be sweet. That is the liberty of love in the late forties. Thank God for a forgiving and tolerant husband and children. They have seen, just about the whole cycle of emotions with me, now and they can look at me and see where I am going. Enoch says, dad everybody tolerates you when you act Walker, so you have to tolerate mom when she acts "Bodden?". Who knew? Can you believe they actually have a name for how I behave?
My Evvy is starting to act just like my mother. She comes in my room, hands on hips and says over my unconscious body, "You girls think you know so doggone much." We giggle and hug. Who told you to be born with Camille's exact voice? The more things change, the more they stay the same.


By the way, I discovered Jeanette MacDonald in Sweethearts on the Youtube for my birthday, a real unexpected treat. You might try watching this classic melodramatic love movie sometime. Now I know why Uncle Barry was always talking about the difference in the old time movies picture of love and the new. You have to watch it to see.
Well, again Good morning 48 or 25 for the 23rd time:).
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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.