Monday Morning Question

Ok here goes

I thought it would be fun to start a weekly monday morning question.

I hope you all comment with your answers... you face book readers and you lurkers like my sister Ruth too...lol

Here it is!

Who was the first Person ,not related to you, that made you feel important as a child?

It doesnt have to be something they said it could be something they did or something you felt when they were present.

Holy ghost church parade

These are some pics of the parade that the church has every year on the sunday of the Holly Ghost Portugese fiesta weekend.

Its a very small religeous parade of portugese americans showing thier flags and traditions.

It always looks Royal too me....lol

The kids are adorable and proud.

In some of the pics they may seem a little nervous as our local boys in blue decided to make an unnessasary arrest about half way through it. They scared the kids in the parade as well as the children who lived there. The police officer blocked the road off due to the parade.

My neighbor tried to turn down our street and the officer screamed at him, so he yelled back " Im just getting off work how was I supose to know". They let him go through and 10 min. later in the middle of it all decided to arrest him.

Before I knew it he was forcefully put down as well as his mother fainting in the yard as the kids all watched... the oldest being 7 yrs old. His wife came out and screamed at them calling them racists so they arrested her too in front of the kids. The police were wrong but at the same time if he had gone without a fight he would have saved himself,the kids and his family alot of grief. I hope he makes out ok as he didnt deserve what he got.

The officer needs some anger management classes and an unpaid LOA.

Dare I say that I have seen some sunshine finally

I dont think we have had more than 3 days of sunshine since April here in Massachussetts .

The temps have only been in the mid 60s for weeks very damp and dreary.

Yesterday and today however have been beautiful days.

Hoping for another beautiful day tomorrow, I would love to go tho the beach.

Last night my sister and her hubby and I went to the portugese fiesta next door to my house and had some traditional old portugese wine....very dry wine....not into dry wine but once a year for the traditional glass is ok. The music was good the company was good as we met many nice people , some we knew and some we didnt.

The food is always good at these things and the smells are awesome but I am a little grossed out by the soup I tasted. It did taste great , dont get me wrong, but when I found out I was eating the lining of a cows stomache I somehow forgot how good it originally tasted...eweee!

No offense to you cows out there.

Today My hubby and I took a boy he kind of does a big brother thing with to a cook out for a friends son who just graduated and will be leaving soon for the military.

It was a great day for it and We all enjoyed the food as well as the conversation and horse shoes.

Tonight there is another fiesta up the street from me but this chick is too pooped to pop.

I had 3 drinks last night...one over my limit...lol I was feeling no pain needless to say I am a cheap date. I danced all night on cement and my feet are still hurting tonight.

I guess thats a sign that I am getting old. Hell getting NO I am old...lol

Time to get this old body into a nice hot bath and hope I can ge myself back out.

Our questions and fears have been confirmed...its time.

They say time heals all , but time also opens new questions and concerns sometimes.

My sisters and I have been recently concerned about my Our Mom and if it were time to have the big talk with her.

We have seen her changing over the last year as most people her age do.

She has slowed down a bit, we see her getting more tired and such.

She is still doing amazing for a Lady of 80 years old, but we felt it was time she gave up her licence.

We have been talking amongst ourselves lately trying to figure out how to approach it.

I didn't want to hurt her feelings and I didn't want to take her Independence away.

Yesterday an angel from heaven came down and made our decision an easy one.

My Moms guardian Angel must have been on her shoulder when she pulled out of her driveway and followed her to her Dr. visit as she pulled out in front of a car and didn't even see it.

She was OK thank God other than a shoulder injury but our fears were confirmed that it was indeed time to stop driving.

She took it very well as I filled up with tears when I saw her with a sling and looking so tired and in pain and said to myself there is no time like the present to have my feared conversation and basically begged her to not drive anymore.

She was in agreement and said she had been thinking about it recently...what a relief I felt.

This is a Lady with a perfect driving record.

She has never ever had an accident in her 80 yrs.

I wish I could say the same...they will have to take mine at 60...lol

Today we took care of her medical stuff and insurance paper work .

We told her not to worry we will get her where she needs to go and I think shes OK with it.

I feel so sad today and I cant pull myself out of it.

I also lost a coworker yesterday, she was a very young beautiful person who was stricken with Lou Gehrig's disease and I think between the two it weighed heavy on my heart.

RIP Debbie

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Take a look ...I take requests too...lol

spooky

I had a strange experience Yesterday.

My sister and I went for our 2nd walk of hopefully many to get back on track with our old routine of getting in a little extra exercise.

We have this great big grave yard near me that everyone walks in as it is a mile a round if you take the outside roads and everyone walks there.

Sometimes I think there are more people above the ground than there are under the ground.

We took my sisters Bichon along with us too.

Well we were being watched.

What!!!!!!!

No dont go crazy on me, I know you were thinking I see dead people.

Well actually I do .

I see them on the tumb stones as many have pictures now....lol

Anyway, as we are entering the grave yard we were being watched by 5 buzzards sitting in a dead tree...they were huge and here I am without a camera.

My brilliant sister reminded me of my cell phone camera.

They were huge although you cant tell by those pictures.

I told a friends little boy to move because he was right under one and If it shit he was gonna drown...lol

He moved and sure enough it let one loose.

I have never seen one buzzard in my area never mind 5 in a dead tree.

I was beginning to think maybe this was my final day on earth and they were there to collect my soul as I have a heart attack or stroke on the graveyard lawn , not to mention what else they would take.

Im glad I had clean panties on....you know just in case.

My stone would say

Here Lies Linda buzzed like shes never been before.

Then again maybe daisy (my sister dog) was looking a little tasty.

After all they were big enough to carry her away .


Im going back there tomorrow...yup

If its meant to be , its meant to be....lol

This time I will have my Camera with me for some pics, but if they get me first Ill have my sister take some final pics for my stone.

Relay for Life

Last Friday was my Relay For life walk.

Here are a few pics.

Lady who coordinates it

my sister and I

It poured it rained it was cold, but at the closing ceremonies I recalled

why I was there drenched and freezing my sweet tushy off.

A young lady brought me to tears, she was telling her mouth and throat cancer story.

She was just 25 years old.

She was a survivor, and she wasnt resentful towards the cancer.

She was Happy and she was thankful and she was that way partly

because of the way the relay for life made her feel.

Id do it all over again in a min.

Dora needs her roots done...a picture story.

Im a "Senior Research associates in the field of Child Development and Human Relations"

JUST A MUM?
A woman, renewing her driver's license at the County Clerk 's office, was asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation. She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself. "What I mean is, " explained the recorder, "do you have a job or are you just a ....?" "Of course I have a job," snapped the woman. "I'm a Mum." "We don't list 'Mum' as an occupation, 'housewife' covers it," Said the recorder emphatically. I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself
in the same situation, this time at our own Town Hall. The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised, efficient, and possessed of a high sounding title like, "Official Interrogator" or "Town Registrar." "What is your occupation?" she probed. What made me say it? I do not know. The words simply popped out.

"I'm a Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human Relations."

The clerk paused, ball- point pen frozen in m idair and looked up as though she had not heard r ight. I repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most significant words. Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written, in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire. "Might I ask," said the clerk with new interest,"just what you do in your field?" Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice, I heard myself reply, "I have a continuing program of research, (what mother doesn't) In the laboratory and in the field, (normally I would have said indoors and out). I'm working for my Masters, ( the whole family) and already have four credits (all daughters). Of course, the job is one of the most d emanding in the humanities, (any mother care to disagree?) and I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it). But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers and the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather than just money."
There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door. As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career, I was greeted by my lab assistants -- ages 13, 7, and 3. Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model, (a 6 month old baby) in the child development program, testing out a new vocal pattern. I felt I had scored a beat on bureaucracy! And I had gone on the official records as someone more
distinguished and indispensable to mankind than "just another Mum."
Motherhood! What a glorious career! Especially when there's a title on the door.

Does this make grandmothers

"Senior Research associates in the field of Child Development and Human Relations"

And great grandmothers

"Executive Senior Research Associates?"

I think so!!! I also think it makes Aunts "
Associate Research Assistants."

We did a sleep over

Jocelyn and I met with her Mom for a visit and conversation.

We went to the park and Jocelyn and her Mom had fun together.

Mom even went down the slide...Jocelyns idea.

Later we went to my house and cooked a meal for GG ,

Jocelyn even helped make her a cup of coffee.

Jocelyn spent the night with me and she told me that

her mumma and grandma were sleeping at gramas house.

She also told me she missed her Daddy and wanted Daddy to sleep over too...lol

Nana dont have a DVD player in her bedroom and Dora wasnt on TV...lol

This morning we had to feed her stuffed dog daisy and after daisy ate

she had to tie her on the leesh I have outside my back door for the real dogs.

She cracks me up every moment she is with me.

Where does all the time go???

My Sweet Jocelyn in now 3 yrs old.

She was 3 on may 16th.

I have been so busy with all my relay for life stuff and really havnt focused

much on anything else.

Sadly its been ages since I have found time to read or write anything in here.

Relay was more of a rain walk as it poured but everyone was a real trouper

and just kept on walking. we were all in rain coats and umbrellas

and freezing out tushies off but it was for a good cause.

I am hoping to find the time now that things are back to normal for a few months.

Then we will begin again.

Good night all.