drowning at 7 feet sea level
My Mom’s wee bag from the 40s or 50’s – not sure which. She danced on Lawrence Welk once and I can’t help but wonder if she purchased the purse for that reason. It was a very big deal, back then.
Just think… every little pearl bead was hand stitched on. That must have been labor intensive.
Should have taken a picture of the interior; it’s pristine.
Never been to an event which would have merited a clutch of this beauty. Which is a damn shame.
Today is the 3rd anniversary of my dad’s death.
It all seems like a nice dream I had once… I found and met my biological father. Knew him for three years. He died. It’s been three years since he left us.
It’s a surreal type of thing; meeting someone you wanted to know your entire life then losing them so quickly.
And I don’t even have a picture of us together. 😥
Sunday was my birthday and it was wonderful, owing entirely to my husband, sister and daughter. (OD as some of you know her.)
Wow, the years fly by, don’t they? One day you’re young and fit and have so much energy.. and the next 70 is trying to steamroll your a$$. 😉
Edited to add the Gerbera Daisy.
Happy Mother’s Day to moms.
I had an interesting conversation yesterday. This woman is as close to me as a daughter (and vice versa), so we have a warm relationship. She misses her mom, so we chatted a bit. Mother’s Day is not great for a lot of people… myself included. I miss my mama but I also have a living, breathing birth mom who doesn’t know I exist living on the other coast. It’s difficult sometimes.
I love this mom who carried me and am eternally grateful to her… but sometimes a bit of resentment creeps in because my half sisters have her all to themselves. I repress those feelings, of course, willing the love to come back and cover any wisps of ill will. After all, my sisters are wonderful, caring people and I love them as well.
Today I will feel only love.
When my husband arrived home last night he was greeted with a minor emergency: “Water was pouring out of the doohickey under the sink so I turned it off. OH, and the disposal won’t work.”
He had to run out for a new disposal and didn’t finish until nearly 10:00p.
I felt pretty bad for him, but not nearly as sorry as I felt this morning upon finding two cards, two boxes of chocolates and roses.
I love this man more than anyone else on earth. He didn’t try to vacillate or put anything off, he set right to work on the problem like it was the most fun he’d had seen since his Navy days.
This wonderful man realizes that every little thing I do for him is out of love. I know that the only reason why he still works is to keep us in food and kibble.
We’ve been married for over 30 years and each day with him is sweeter. I thank God for him so often the good Lord is probably tired of me.
He’s also pretty cute. 😉
The three AMBs. Granddaughter, Daughter, Grandpa.
Yes, hell. I know my place looks abandoned. I don’t do much outside in the Winter.
Isn’t he cute?
I’ve never remembered death dates before my Dad passed… but today, he has been gone two years. Miss you every damn day, Mac.
On a different note… here’s Daisy. She’s flipping old, as if you couldn’t tell. 😉
Oh, she’d had a bath two days before this picture… she just looks dirty. Must be the beard.
I hate fireworks. Not a city or county’s organized exhibitions – or even a rock star’s pyrotechnics – but the absurd dynamiting done by my neighbors.
If annihilation is their ultimate goal, the idiots made a good start last night. My house shook several times.
The noises used to be fireworks, sparklers for the kids, things of that nature.. and even some gunfire. I’d like to tell them that what goes up ultimately comes down…
The exceptionally loud noises had nothing to do with pretty lights in the sky. I cannot understand why they favor them… as they probably would never understand my viewpoint.
My stance? I was huddled in bed with two terrified dogs (Daisy has never cared – until last night) and a Navy veteran who thought the sounds were very much like being depth charged by a Russian sub.
I am not fucking amused.
Eternal love and thanks to the men in my life; my husband, my adoptive father and my dad.
I miss my dads every day and am sooo thankful that I had them. Also, isn’t Mike cute? 😉
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