tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58973650597294749512024-03-13T00:34:11.453-04:00UnfilteredMy life unfiltered.Carrie Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08614716651049561717noreply@blogger.comBlogger137125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897365059729474951.post-29627033286763036002012-08-25T11:15:00.001-04:002012-08-25T14:48:54.023-04:00I'm Still StandingJust a quick note to let everyone know I'm still around. I have been taking care of family business. Now I have the stinking rotten flu..even my eyelashes hurt. Stay tuned I have many stories to share. Miss you and blogging.Carrie Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08614716651049561717noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897365059729474951.post-57885184244795645882012-08-07T13:56:00.000-04:002012-08-07T13:56:08.329-04:00Flim at 11!<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1,"tn":"K"}"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">Just watched the local news.....We have a woman who didn't stop for police because she was driving topless to surprise her boyfriend. I guess the surprise was on her and wonder how many extra patrol units came to answer that call. </span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1,"tn":"K"}"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">Second top story is you get to PAY an airline to potentially wait LONGER for your bags. You just can't make up our news sometimes, even if you tried.</span></span></h6>Carrie Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08614716651049561717noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897365059729474951.post-27016512661894246302012-08-05T13:29:00.000-04:002012-08-05T13:29:18.859-04:00Don't You Hate It When,,,That moment when you realize your dress is on backwards...<br />
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A. <span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">Then u turn it around and like<br />
It better when it was backwards :) </span><br />
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<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">B. </span><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">and been wearing it inside out all night?</span><br />
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<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">C. </span><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">And you laugh your ass off because it's funny.</span><br />
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<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">D. </span><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">Just make your grand entrance backwards :)</span><br />
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<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">E. All of the above. </span>Carrie Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08614716651049561717noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897365059729474951.post-89585935431732980332012-08-02T13:38:00.000-04:002012-08-02T13:38:28.209-04:00Barbie and Ken SagaThe further adventurers of the Ken and Barbie gang...as you know yesterday found them swimming in and using up all the hot water in my bath tub.. This morning ..<br />
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They all ganged up on me this morning,,..Ken,... Barbie and assorted friends were laying on a beach towel on the bathroom floor. I went to use the bathroom without turning on the light and tripped and fell head first into the tub They scatted off everywhere..I heard laughter as they retreated and regrouped...I will sleep with one eye open tonight.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5FV7oJMpx38/UBq6Z0_SUOI/AAAAAAAAAOY/qRN4Gk6Pef8/s1600/Kenbarb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5FV7oJMpx38/UBq6Z0_SUOI/AAAAAAAAAOY/qRN4Gk6Pef8/s320/Kenbarb.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> I just noticed my bath salts have gone missing..dun..dun.DUN...Carrie Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08614716651049561717noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897365059729474951.post-12327825478772554752012-08-01T18:55:00.000-04:002012-08-01T18:55:08.200-04:00New Olympic event...synthetic coed synchronized floating?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KTjvCI0qJhk/UBmyv52teII/AAAAAAAAAOA/dfVXW4HjlrY/s1600/barbiek.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KTjvCI0qJhk/UBmyv52teII/AAAAAAAAAOA/dfVXW4HjlrY/s320/barbiek.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1,"tn":"K"}" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">Just had to evict Ken and Barbie from the bathtub..</span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1,"tn":"K"}" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">at least they weren't skinny dipping this time.</span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1,"tn":"K"}" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"> </span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1,"tn":"K"}" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"> </span></span></h6>Carrie Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08614716651049561717noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897365059729474951.post-11695092466096341702012-07-29T13:56:00.001-04:002012-07-29T14:08:21.455-04:00You Sunk My Battleship<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l5KqrhfLMqY/UBV7tbRtvGI/AAAAAAAAANQ/gQREyuBoBRg/s1600/ron.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l5KqrhfLMqY/UBV7tbRtvGI/AAAAAAAAANQ/gQREyuBoBRg/s320/ron.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3rj1dgYcGnc/UBV8Ati-e8I/AAAAAAAAANg/hFbTjXq3u8w/s1600/doug.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3rj1dgYcGnc/UBV8Ati-e8I/AAAAAAAAANg/hFbTjXq3u8w/s320/doug.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>A husband and wife who are friends of my sister and her husband came over to visit them. My sister sat in the house with the wife as the husband joined my sisters husband out on the back deck. The deck area faces the pond and boat dock in the backyard. As the men folk were sitting and what we like to refer to as joe jocking.. they kept hearing pings. At first sisters hubby thought the sound was acorns falling on the roof. He then noticed ripples in the pond near his boat. As he watched he heard and saw that the pings were the sound of something hitting his boat. He walked down the dock and looked in the direction of his neighbor three doors down. The guy had a BB gun and was shooting it at hubby's boat.<br />
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"Hey Doug what the hell are you doing?" hollered Hubby. " my grandchild was just here swimming."<br />
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"Hey Ron is that your boat?" screamed Doug.<br />
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"You sure as hell know it is Doug"<br />
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Ron saw red. If you know anything about my brother in law it is this when he sees red you are dead.<br />
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Ron went into the house and climbed the stairs to the bedroom. As he descended the stairs my sister noticed out of the corner of her eye that he was carrying his 22 gage shotgun. She did not think anything of it because he is a retired police officer, retired military and avid hunter. She just thought he was going to show off his gun to his friend because he was leaving in a few days to go hunting. She quickly got a clue when next she heard the boom of his gun and the 22 short round going off.<br />
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Ron had stepped onto the dock and aimed a round right at Doug's engine of his boat.<br />
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"Hey Doug is that your boat?" "<br />
"..keep it up and I'm gonna sink your boat"<br />
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Doug's wife then pipped in "Hey Ron you think you can hit those beer cans on the floating dock?" On the floating dock Ron noticed that there was a stack of six cans made into a pyramid."<br />
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Quickly Ron answered "Only if Doug balances them on his head."Carrie Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08614716651049561717noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897365059729474951.post-4707930398575030122012-07-28T16:27:00.000-04:002012-07-28T16:27:27.628-04:00Venting and I Don't mean the Dryer KindYou threw my mother away ..like a crumpled up waded tissue that had been used by you so many times before.<br />
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Was she not two ply and soft enough for your giant ego?<br />
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She was good enough for you to use over and over..worn thin from your hands.<br />
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How do you sleep at night..oh that's right the devil never sleeps..he lies awake and waits and plots others demise.<br />
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You waited and counted down the days till you got what you wanted..must of felt like when we were kids and you couldn't wait till Christmas morning. No you never liked to wait you would sneak a peek at the presents before hand..I could tell you were ready no sooner then she had taken her last breath and her body was cold being taken away from her home. You got busy..ripping her clothes from there hangers..throwing possessions into piles..pocketing what you thought was valuable..you already had an auctioneer lined up..how clever your mind works..did your own dirty work..got your blood money..<br />
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You tossed and turned her world upside down with each item she owned being weighed and valued in your devious mind.<br />
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How dare you even touch her rosary did it burn your hand as you slid it into your thieving pockets?<br />
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After not seeing or talking to me for years you made a special trip and gifted me with a letter hand delivered by you. Yes the letter ..DNR do not resuscitate our mother.. I say this to you .I have a DNR placed upon my feelings I once had for you. Do..Not. resuscitate my love I once had for you..it has slowly died over the years as I watched and heard tell of your conniving ways.<br />
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Yes there will be a Catholic mass and yes to the question that you asked..<br />
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YOU will have to knell down to GOD.<br />
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You are not a man you are not a brother,you are not a son, you are not love. God is watching for you see just like the devil...God does not sleep..Carrie Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08614716651049561717noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897365059729474951.post-95997060829441672012-07-26T18:14:00.001-04:002012-07-26T18:14:36.524-04:00Insensitive Insensitive.<br />
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My brother dropped by my sister house unannounced. With him was his ten year old grandson. My sister greeted them and took the grandson to the back yard to look at the pond and talk to him about fishing. A few minutes later my brother came out and told the grandson it was time to go. She asked why and was told that they needed to go home and shower because they had just come from playing tennis. Sister thought oh they just needed a drink of water it was just a pit stop but nice to see the grandson.<br />
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At the door my sister told them goodbye, my brother then turned around paused and from over his shoulder he said " oh by the way Moms on your coffee table. For one fleeting moment of a mind dealing with grief sis thought oh wow mom is here. Reality quickly set in as our brother said " yeah do whatever you want with her, spread her ashes around the pond." She went in side and found a black shoebox size box from the funeral home. The box was half hanging off the table. My God how can someone be so insensitive?<br />
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My sister took the box and placed it with a beautiful bouquet of flowers and a photo in a frame of Jesus.<br />
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She texted me and sent me the photo. I called and told her " You know you can't write these things, our life is a comedy a deep dark comedy." <br />
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I am now planning a nervous breakdown for sometime in the near future. I have not throughout the last week and her death even cried..I am numb.Carrie Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08614716651049561717noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897365059729474951.post-23439721517088446602012-07-23T23:42:00.001-04:002012-07-24T00:21:50.673-04:00My What Big Eyes You HaveMy sister is the only one I can talk to for hours on the phone..hang up and then text each other for hours...God I just love her.<br />
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<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">She just texted me a photo of our mom wearing a fake nose sunglasses and a mustache.... I laughed till I peed.. ( sadly mom passed away 6 days ago ) let this be a warning to us to get rid of incriminating photos before our kids find them</span>. Here's the photo I have never seen of my Mom before today. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C9bRsA2ojC8/UA4THs0_ORI/AAAAAAAAANE/LH6Qk-0GlG8/s1600/momfun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="319" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C9bRsA2ojC8/UA4THs0_ORI/AAAAAAAAANE/LH6Qk-0GlG8/s320/momfun.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> YES that is my Mom with a fake nose, glasses and a mustache!<br />
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Then the texts start back and forth between us:<br />
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Me: Was Mom Jewish? ( no offense to anyone please I pick on everyone evenly )<br />
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Sis: Is this what happened to her nose the day she grabbed a tissue and a bee was in the tissue and it bit her nose.<br />
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Me: Is she Jimmy Durante?<br />
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Sis: Is that Peruvian Natural Wavy hair on her lip?<br />
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Me: Who's the transvestite next to her?<br />
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Sis : Mr Magoo is missing some glasses<br />
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Me: did our brothers draw the mustache and glasses on her photo?<br />
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Me: I can not stop laughing hysterically laughing and tears are rolling down my face now I can't see to text..<br />
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Sis: Might be a good thing you can't see.<br />
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Me: <span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">I think I have post traumatic stress// or is it dramatic stress</span><br />
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Me: mom's eyes look very squinty do we have any Chinese in us?<br />
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Sis: The only Chinese we have in us is the chow mien I just ate.<br />
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Sis: What has been seen, can not be unseen.<br />
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Me: <span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">I am going to frame this photo in that God awful photo frame she gave me and put it on my nightstand. so I can think of her everyday and laugh. ( the Story of the photo frame and pics of it will be coming soon for you all to enjoy trust me you don't wanna miss it)</span><br />
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I love those moments..for instance the morning I received the phone call that my mom had just passed Lilly my three year old grand daughter woke up came to the outside door . I sitting watching the dawn break in the sky. Lilly said good morning I want to ride my bike. I thought "girl it's 6am!" I looked at her and said " YES! Let's do this!" off we went down the road and around the block in the still quite of the awaking dawn light. This was a wonderful moment and a great way to take away my pain..a bad memory turned as golden as the light of a new day..Carrie Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08614716651049561717noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897365059729474951.post-52868689221599580622012-07-21T14:11:00.000-04:002012-07-21T14:11:22.777-04:00Despicable Me?I so want to get back at my poor excuse of a brother for the way he is disrespecting my mother and her possessions, house at this time of her death. Her body was barely cold and as soon as it left the house he got busy. Throwing things away piling things up. Ripping her clothes of their hangers. Trashing her photo albums of his siblings. Seems he already had an auctioneer set up to come over and pay him blood money.<br />
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I have been given the honor of writing and reading my mothers eulogy . What I would like to say and what I am going to say are two different things. I will honor my mother and live with the grace and dignity she instilled in me.<br />
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I secretly want to put pictures of him and his first wife on the tribute cd. You see his second wife doesn't know that she is second best. He has denied that he has even had another life to this wife. He has helped raise four daughters of hers while denying an only child of his own. He also has grandchildren that he has never taken the time to acknowledge. His daughter and grandchildren come from yet another woman. So you see throwing things away comes easy to him.<br />
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No I will take the higher road and be my mothers daughter for after all God is watching. I can sleep at night. ..but can he?<br />
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Note* I debated posting this. I felt at first that I just needed to get it up..get it out.. Get it on paper and get over it. But..in light of some new despicable actions on his part I have decided to post this.Carrie Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08614716651049561717noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897365059729474951.post-83245865572953859562012-07-20T15:09:00.001-04:002012-07-20T15:10:25.399-04:00Marsha...Marsha..Marsha!Drew the shot end of the stick once again. Yeah..let's get Carrie to do it. (all kidding aside if you dont really know me know this:i like to use humor to defeat pain)I have been honored with the task of writing my mother's eulogy. (why oh why did I get the talent of writing along with being the cutest one. I had always wished to have been an artist like my sister and mother, but then again I probably would have been commissioned to paint.) so it is with great honor that I take on the task at hand. Love and peace xoxCarrie Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08614716651049561717noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897365059729474951.post-77995056083549402042012-07-19T15:56:00.002-04:002012-07-19T16:17:06.726-04:00For Mom<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-prn1/539860_10151287343939428_567504526_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="612" width="612" src="http://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-prn1/539860_10151287343939428_567504526_n.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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You can feel the love in this photo..the reason I and my sister and brothers were brought into this life..the answer to why you my children exist ..and why I have so many loves in my life that I call grandchildren..LOVE is the answer to everything.<br />
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A limb has fallen from the family tree.<br />
I keep hearing a voice that says, "Grieve not for me.<br />
Remember the best times, the laughter, the song. <br />
The good life I lived while I was strong.<br />
Continue my heritage, I'm counting on you. <br />
Keep smiling and surely the sun will shine through. <br />
My mind is at ease, my soul is at rest.<br />
Remembering all, how I truly was blessed.<br />
Continue traditions, no matter how small.<br />
Go on with your life, don't worry about falls<br />
I miss you all dearly, so keep up your chin.<br />
Until the day comes we're together again.<br />
Author Unknown<br />
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My mother lost her fight with cancer on July 17 at 4:44 a.m. My oldest brother was with her and held her hand as he was reading from the bible out loud. My mom had been in a coma for the past day and night she was between both worlds. She did not respond to pain. At 4:30 am she opened her eyes and looked towards the ceiling in her bedroom, a glorious smile on her face. She closed her eyes and went home to heaven. <br />
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I immediately received the phone call glanced at my clock and noted it was 4:44. This is what it means when you see "444"- whether on the clock (4:44), a license plate,a sign,the Internet,a bill,just anywhere-it is "a sign of the power of God's love," according to the book by Nick Bunick,author of In God's Truth. In Doreen Virtue's book Angel Numbers, she describes the meaning of the number combination 444 as," Thousands of angels surround you at this moment, loving and supporting you." May your life be full of 444. Peace & LoveCarrie Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08614716651049561717noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897365059729474951.post-59480058822025545992012-07-16T15:55:00.002-04:002012-07-16T15:55:47.806-04:00Tell Her..Death and birth. I have often wondered about both. Both make you wait and come in their own due time. They both bring tears and joy. You know that suffering has ended with death and you eventually feel joy knowing that your loved one has gone home to the heavens. Birth brings hope back into your life. Both bring you the knowledge that your life will be forever changed.<br />
As I awoke this morning I stepped outside. I took the time in this rush..rush world to stop and really look around me. All of my senses were alert. I heard the call of the nesting birds in my tree. I noticed that my flowers in my garden had opened their blooms for the first time. I smelled their heavenly aroma. I gazed up at the dawn of a new day and noted the crescent moon and Jupiter and Venus had put on a show for me. The song my mother always sang to me came into my head..Would you like to swing on a star..carry moonbeams in a jar... I sang it all day.How many times had I walked out that door and never really seen what was always in front of me? I had the privilege of sensing this wonder called life. I paused and prayed and I knew. I knew that today would be her last on this earth. I went on with life off to work and home, her my mother constantly on my mind. She was with me as I greeted the children at daycare. I felt it in their hugs today which seemed to be extra bountiful. I sang her songs in French to them. I felt love. She is taking her last breaths as I speak..I am in that room with her in spirit. The sky just opened up and heavy rains are soaking up the earth. My tears mingle with them. I text my sister and tell her to hold her and softly whisper in her ear...I love you and want you to know that I have always been proud to call you my mother. Tell her..I will be okay till we meet again as I am assured that we will. Tell her this as I am for sure she can hear my words..there is no goodbye because there is just no good in bye. Wait for me..I will see you later. I love you Mom.Carrie Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08614716651049561717noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897365059729474951.post-57185182279996505182012-07-14T12:52:00.001-04:002012-07-14T12:53:41.067-04:00Soft Whispers<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eUIuLVvagqU/UAGjB5ULtTI/AAAAAAAAAMw/nkRtbbq-Hq0/s1600/dog+angel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eUIuLVvagqU/UAGjB5ULtTI/AAAAAAAAAMw/nkRtbbq-Hq0/s320/dog+angel.jpg" width="320" /></a>My twin brother has a new puppy. The dogs name is Butch. He was named after our cousin who has passed away. Butch is an English bulldog pup. While visiting my Mom who is close to dying the dog was left in the backyard. The dog dug a hole and found this eight inch statute of an angel.<br />
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On the same day I stepped on this pin of an angel which got embedded in my shoe.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hsIq25xPfTM/UAGjj_CtqbI/AAAAAAAAAM4/XEHE_AU8UoM/s1600/angel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hsIq25xPfTM/UAGjj_CtqbI/AAAAAAAAAM4/XEHE_AU8UoM/s320/angel.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> I think I have got an answer to my question about knowing my Mom will be okay when she leaves this earth. Thank you Jesus!Carrie Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08614716651049561717noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897365059729474951.post-76289737992262388382012-07-08T10:28:00.000-04:002012-07-08T10:28:07.782-04:00After Life..As my father lay on his deathbed my son came to visit him. Before my son entered the room we had a conversation. I let my son know that if there was anything he wanted to say or know this was the time to ask his grandpa. My son conveyed to me that he didn't feel comfortable asking. So he asked me to ask my dad to contact my deceased husband John and tell him that he loved him and to ask John to send a sign. I repeated the message to my father. Three days later my father passed away. I was staying at my sisters house. The morning after my fathers death I received a panicky phone call from my son. "Mom..Mom your not going to believe this I just got a weird message in my voice mail, I am going to forward it to you." I dialed my voicemail and heard the following "This is Johnny grandpa told me to call. My knees went weak as I heard that message....the voice sounded just like my late husbands...yes it was a wrong number but it was the right message.<br />
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I am thinking of my mom today as she slips closer to death. When it happens I pray for a sign from her.Carrie Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08614716651049561717noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897365059729474951.post-64009992909356132552012-07-06T18:51:00.000-04:002012-07-06T18:51:05.127-04:00Things To Make One WonderMom told me that a man sang to her all night long. I asked what song and she said he just sang. I spent the next day with my mom and at one point she asked me <br />
"Did you hear that?" "Music" she whispered wide eyed. I walked around the house listening and could find no music. <br />
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On the third day my mother confessed to seeing a little girl in her room. At first she was afraid to tell me. She began by saying <br />
" You know that place between being asleep and fully awake? " " yes mom ". she whispered ,"Well I don't want two men in white coats showing up at my door" her eyes grew big with fear as she continued, " I saw a little girl". My inquiring mind asked "Who was she mom"? " "Just a little girl",she answered.<br />
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I could sense my mothers fear and quickly assured her that God comes in all forms and she must not fear what she saw.<br />
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My sister and I were talking and we think that maybe it was herself as a child that she was seeing. That answer didn't seem to make sense to me. As we talked it came to me maybe it was an angel. My sister and I would both like to agree to this line of thinking.<br />
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I talked to one of her hospice workers. This particular lady has been taking care of many people over the last thirty years. When I told her about my mothers encounters her face lit up with a big smile. She said " it's her angels, and I have heard of these happenings many, many times. They are preparing her to move on". Her words brought serenity to my breaking heart.Carrie Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08614716651049561717noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897365059729474951.post-68051705332277246432012-07-04T10:50:00.000-04:002012-07-04T10:50:56.738-04:00Happy 4th of July<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">GOD BLESS AMERICA</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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I have many stories to write for the future as soon as I am able to process them through my brain.<br />
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Internet access here is limited to a wing and a prayer. I go home tomorrow and keep telling myself ... one more sleep.Carrie Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08614716651049561717noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897365059729474951.post-35421433892108834602012-06-25T11:31:00.000-04:002012-06-25T11:31:03.887-04:00Brown chicken..Brown Cowow...Sitting at my sister's house watching t.v.with her last night I remembered a few years back when we did the same thing. At that time I was visiting with my children who were teenagers and my youngest daughter who was nine years old. My sister and I were talking and her husband was trying to watch the New England Patriots football game. Hubby got upset that he could not enjoy his football while sitting next to a bunch of gabbing hens. He threw the channel changer in my sisters lap and marched off to his bedroom t.v. But not before telling my sister watch whatever you want.<br />
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My sisters t.v. Is as big as a drive-in movie screen. We continued to gab as she channel surfed. Next thing I know my ears were being assaulted by what was on the t.v. Ahhh..mmmm...Yes! ...mmmm harder..faster yes yes Yessss! I looked up at the larger than real life screen and saw that my sister had a porno movie on. I quickly tried to cover all three of my children's eyes as I wrestled the remote from my sister. I screamed at her "What are you doing?" she replied " he said watch whatever".Such is my life with my sister..Carrie Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08614716651049561717noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897365059729474951.post-69746759264845926592012-06-24T01:00:00.000-04:002012-06-24T01:00:38.677-04:00Girls Just Want to Have FunHaHaha my sis just dropped her drawers and peed in her front yard cause she didn't want to go in the house cus we were spying on the neighbor who had an ambulance at his house. No she doesn't drink she's just old and it's called incontinence if you don't know what that means you will know when you get to be her age this is the longest run on sentence ever my high school teacher would be so proud and another thing her dog Brewskis snores louder than any husband I have ever known by the way she names her trees in her yard the tree she did her business on is named Fat Albert and I think that it's a good thing that we are going to church in the morning as I am going to ask God to forgive her for her sins <br />
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The pen (in this case the iPad keyboard is a mighty sword as my sister is just now finding out) I am learning where all the creaks in her floorboards are so I can sneak around her house without alerting her.Carrie Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08614716651049561717noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897365059729474951.post-29571176317995602462012-06-23T19:02:00.000-04:002012-06-23T19:02:47.530-04:00On the Road AgainAt the airport the lines through security remind me of Disney's hurry up and wait philosophy . Applause breaks out spontaneously, as I notice the American flag being held up high as World War two veterans pass under it and on through security. Suddenly tears well up in my eyes as I am reminded of my father. How appropriate that i am thinking of him at this moment when I am traveling to be with my mother. The grim reaper has knocked at her door and invited it self in. This is not my first time at the dance three years previously I made the same trip for my father.<br />
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The line is taking forever, will I make my flight I think. Getting half way naked and placing my possessions into gray plastic trays. I am asked to go through the metal detector and it beeps. I am pulled to the side and told that I am randomly selected for further screening. I am asked to place my finger on some kind of blue paper like substance. Then I am cleared to go. <br />
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Half hour to my flight boards I spot a Starbucks. Thank you sweet baby Jesus! Another line. I keep glancing at the clock on the wall as I wait. My order is taken and the lady behind the counter asks me for a name. I tell her..hmm who do I want to be today..you decide.. I like to play the be anyone you want to be game every time I go to Starbucks. The barista decides that I look like a Tracy today. I carry on this persona the rest of the day introducing my self as Tracy.<br />
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I go back to the gate to see that the plane has already been boarded. I sprint down the ramp in time to be seated in the cheap seats. A four year old sat near me playing with her whoppy cushion the entire flight.Thus begins my journey...Carrie Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08614716651049561717noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897365059729474951.post-57179199322479937502012-06-22T14:51:00.000-04:002012-06-22T14:51:58.370-04:00Going HomeI will be gone but hopefully not forgotten. Leaving to visit with my Mom who is on Hospice care at her home. The end days are near. Please don't give up on me. I will be back to cry on your shoulder and vent and rage..and in time sweet ..sweet time to find the humor in life once again.<br />
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“It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.” <br />
<i>~Lemony Snicket </i>Carrie Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08614716651049561717noreply@blogger.com1