Wednesday, September 21, 2011
A Shining Mom From Heaven
My best friend in high school who passed away many years ago from complications from chicken pox.
Memories With Poetry
Poetry...its something I love...more so I love to write. I have been writing poetry since I was a teenager.
I never was a reader and to this day don't care for it. It takes me forever and I mean forever to read a book. Not that I can't read. I can read just fine but somewhere in reading my head I goes faster than the words and get lost. I end up rereading and get frustated. And so many times I have to be in total silence to read a book. So instead I write. I write poetry...And I think I do have a great way with words.
Ever since I was a teenager I have written poems. But as a teenager (and to this day) I never got along with my mother. Actually I have not spoken to her in almost 11 years. My choice. But there were so many factors that took place to get me to stop speaking to her.
When I was a teenager I tried to keep a diary.I never had any real privacy and I thought "Oh a diary I can write all my thoughts in here. This will be all mine." But NO there was not even privacy in a little book. My mothere took it upon herself to look through my things. She found my diary that I kept under my mattress. She picked the lock and confronted me about it. It was that day that I stopped sharing anything with her. Completely and totally stopped. I didn't trust her anymore.
Just before that time had happened I had many poems written. I tore them all up. I has said to myself if she was going to look through a diary then she surely would look through the poetry. It didn't seem important anymore to write poems when she invaded my privacy previously. And so all of my poems stopped.
It was not until later on in my life (after I got married and moved out of her house) that I started to write again. There were so many things swirling through my head. I wrote mostly of romance. I am a "HOPELESS" romantic. I totally love it...I breathe it. And so I wrote thoughts of romance in poetry. I wrote them in a book again and this time didn't have to hide anything.
And so now I am a middle aged woman with all these poems written. And I want to share them with the world. And as much as I love poetry I love photography and digital scrapbooking and photo-manipulation just as much if not more.
So now my new endeavor is to take my photos, digital scrapbooking and poetry and incorporating them all together.
In the past 3 days I have created a few things that I am going to share with the world, and that world is YOU Blogger people. I hope you enjoy my work and please comment on anything you like....I will be most appreciated. Thanks for reading....Judy
I never was a reader and to this day don't care for it. It takes me forever and I mean forever to read a book. Not that I can't read. I can read just fine but somewhere in reading my head I goes faster than the words and get lost. I end up rereading and get frustated. And so many times I have to be in total silence to read a book. So instead I write. I write poetry...And I think I do have a great way with words.
Ever since I was a teenager I have written poems. But as a teenager (and to this day) I never got along with my mother. Actually I have not spoken to her in almost 11 years. My choice. But there were so many factors that took place to get me to stop speaking to her.
When I was a teenager I tried to keep a diary.I never had any real privacy and I thought "Oh a diary I can write all my thoughts in here. This will be all mine." But NO there was not even privacy in a little book. My mothere took it upon herself to look through my things. She found my diary that I kept under my mattress. She picked the lock and confronted me about it. It was that day that I stopped sharing anything with her. Completely and totally stopped. I didn't trust her anymore.
Just before that time had happened I had many poems written. I tore them all up. I has said to myself if she was going to look through a diary then she surely would look through the poetry. It didn't seem important anymore to write poems when she invaded my privacy previously. And so all of my poems stopped.
It was not until later on in my life (after I got married and moved out of her house) that I started to write again. There were so many things swirling through my head. I wrote mostly of romance. I am a "HOPELESS" romantic. I totally love it...I breathe it. And so I wrote thoughts of romance in poetry. I wrote them in a book again and this time didn't have to hide anything.
And so now I am a middle aged woman with all these poems written. And I want to share them with the world. And as much as I love poetry I love photography and digital scrapbooking and photo-manipulation just as much if not more.
So now my new endeavor is to take my photos, digital scrapbooking and poetry and incorporating them all together.
In the past 3 days I have created a few things that I am going to share with the world, and that world is YOU Blogger people. I hope you enjoy my work and please comment on anything you like....I will be most appreciated. Thanks for reading....Judy
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Today Is My Son's Brithday
Well today is my son John's 24th birthday. It seems as though only yesterday he was born.
I called him this morning as soon as I got up. He was up already because he was working early this morning. I sang him Happy Birthday over the phone. And I can imagine the rolling of the eyes. BUT I srill sang in my off keyed voice. He told me that his girldfriend and I were the only ones who wished him Happy Birthday. (He lives with his father along with his sister and brother...he will be moving soon though). I got tears in my eyes because that made me feel so sad inside. Of course I would never forget his birthday..I am his mom and hell I was there 24 years ago today.
After I hung up with him I called randomly till his birth hour was here and reminded him it was his birthday and I was (this many minutes) till he was born.
On one of my random calls he asked me what I was doing today. It was my day off from work. He said he had to come out my way (he lives a little distance from me), to pick something up for his father. He asked me if I wanted to do lunch with him and Jamie (his girlfriend). I told him I couldn't becauase I didn't have any money. But I told him to come over anyway.
Well quite a while went by and I didn't think he was coming over...that happens many times they say they are coming and there is no show. So I took a nap on the couch. And about 3:10 he knocked on the door. 7 minutes before he was born!...It was the first time since he moved out that I could share is BIRTH DAY with him. I was so very happy!
We (John, Jamie and I) sat in the kitchen at the table and chatted for about an hour. I was such a good afternoon.
I love my son with all my heart. I almost lost him when he was 3 weeks old. He had meningitis. He is my oldest and middle child. He has such a talent in music, He plays the guitar, and keyboard. He writes some of his own music. I love him so much...I think I said that already.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOHN!!!!~LOVE MOM
I called him this morning as soon as I got up. He was up already because he was working early this morning. I sang him Happy Birthday over the phone. And I can imagine the rolling of the eyes. BUT I srill sang in my off keyed voice. He told me that his girldfriend and I were the only ones who wished him Happy Birthday. (He lives with his father along with his sister and brother...he will be moving soon though). I got tears in my eyes because that made me feel so sad inside. Of course I would never forget his birthday..I am his mom and hell I was there 24 years ago today.
After I hung up with him I called randomly till his birth hour was here and reminded him it was his birthday and I was (this many minutes) till he was born.
On one of my random calls he asked me what I was doing today. It was my day off from work. He said he had to come out my way (he lives a little distance from me), to pick something up for his father. He asked me if I wanted to do lunch with him and Jamie (his girlfriend). I told him I couldn't becauase I didn't have any money. But I told him to come over anyway.
Well quite a while went by and I didn't think he was coming over...that happens many times they say they are coming and there is no show. So I took a nap on the couch. And about 3:10 he knocked on the door. 7 minutes before he was born!...It was the first time since he moved out that I could share is BIRTH DAY with him. I was so very happy!
We (John, Jamie and I) sat in the kitchen at the table and chatted for about an hour. I was such a good afternoon.
I love my son with all my heart. I almost lost him when he was 3 weeks old. He had meningitis. He is my oldest and middle child. He has such a talent in music, He plays the guitar, and keyboard. He writes some of his own music. I love him so much...I think I said that already.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOHN!!!!~LOVE MOM
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