Thursday, November 17, 2011

A Conversation with Mom

I lost my mom a year ago today. I miss her terribly and think about her every day. Today I'm hoping that she and Emma are hanging out together baking some heavenly cookies, or planning ahead for Christmas. Those two gals love a holiday!


I wrote the piece below in honor of my mom for some occasion or another many years ago and thought I would share it today in her memory. Here's to you, Mom. I love you and miss you...


A Conversation With Mom

Gave my mom a call the other day.
Asked her, "What's up?" She had lots to say.

Let's see, saw 50 kids: 20 physicals, 20 colds and 10 flu.
Got home, fixed dinner, baked cookies, now I'm looking for something to do.

Think I'll wash the floor. That'll be one more thing off my list.
This weekend I'm going to finish all the "to do's" that I've missed.

Saturday, I'll finish cleaning the house from bottom to top.
Should get done just in time to dash to the mall and shop.

I've got a few Christmas gifts to get before the end of September.
You know, there are some people who do their shopping in December!

You'll love the Christmas present I'm getting for you,
But I'm not going to tell you...Okay, it's a dress - navy blue.

Oops, I'm sorry! Don't worry though, you'll still have a surprise.
I've gotten you the 50 other things you most prize.

And Sunday, I thought I'd make doughnuts and invite the whole crew.
Sleep late, though, I'll make sure they save some for you.

Oh, and I'm making turkey and all the trimmings for dinner.
Do you want to take some home? I think you're getting thinner.

After that, maybe I can do something for you.
You work so hard, and I've really got nothing to do.

No Mom, I'll do it, although after all you've said,
I must admit I'm tired and I'm heading straight to bed.



Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Just a Few Halloween Photos



In case you can't figure them out: Top photo is Pippi Longstocking (and her trusty princess sidekick), bottom left is Ingrid Bergman, and bottom right is an East Indian princess.