So, you are not supposed to like one child or grand child better than another but I think that every parent has a ‘favorite’.  It doesn’t mean the others are not loved.  It is just a different connection.

I don’t have a favorite child.  Not really…but what I do have is different favorites at different times.  How much I see that kid, how much we communicate, how much they seem to like me has a lot to do with it.  Maybe it has everything to do with it.

This sort of thing just is.  No apologies.

To Bryce… the very special grandchild in my life.

I should say it is for all my grand children but I ‘knew’ him from the moment he was born.  We have known each other for a long time.. and there is something unusual happening. 

"I Have Never Loved Someone"

I have never loved someone the way I love you
I have never seen a smile like yours
And if you grow up to be king or clown or pauper
I will say you are my favorite one in town

I have never held a hand so soft and sacred
When I hear your laugh I know heaven’s key
And when I grow to be a poppy in the graveyard
I will send you all my love upon the breeze

And if the breeze won’t blow your way, I will be the sun
And if the sun won’t shine your way, I will be the rain
And if the rain won’t wash away all your aches and pains
I will find some other way to tell you you’re okay.

You’re okay…

tenaflyviper:

If you can’t find a place on your blog for Patrick Stewart in a bathtub dressed like a lobster, then your blog probably doesn’t deserve such majesty anyway.

a must.

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I wish I owned this lion.  I really do.  I took this photo in a small town along the coast of Lake Michigan.  The town has a very high gay population and is, of course, charming and beautiful… great lawn decor.. and cottage essence too with an art twist.  Anyway I wish I had this lawn ornament.

We sort of broke into the house where my husband grew up.  Upstairs there is wall paper they had then.  Well, there is some of it.  Music was the theme.  It was the theme of their lives, all the time.. their whole lives… and still is.

Getting older can be sad

Getting older, when you have centered your life on your family and children, really sucks.  They don’t care about you that much any more.  They have their own lives.  It’s what we both want and don’t want.  I want to be respected, loved, cared about .. interested in.  I gave so much of my life to make a family and now it seems like I don’t have one. 

PS:  if you have a Mother and/or Father you care about, call them, go see them, text them. tell them they are awesome, do unexpected things to show you really do get who they are.. talk to them.. ask questions.  find out about their lives. 

If you don’t care.. then I guess you don’t.

I have nothing to say about this except I took the photo and I like it.

Jumped The Shark

Jumped the shark…. ( indicating the moment when a brand, design, or creative effort’s evolution declines)

wingardium-leviosa86:

I AM FUCKIN LIVID

THANK YOU FOR RUINING ONE OF MY FAVORITES SHOWS

LIKE…I DON’T GIVE A FLYING FUCK ANYMORE

DEATH IS NOT THE ANSWER

IF AN ACTOR WANTS OUT…THERE ARE 37937438 BILLION OTHER WAYS TO DO IT

FUCK THIS NOISE

I’M DONE

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