Moving On Day

After 3 weeks of being parked we are rolling out tomorrow. Repairs are all done and there hasn't been a drop of water inside our little house on wheels. Praise be. Our next stop will have cable TV and internet. So maybe I will find out what is going on between Rosie and Donald then again maybe not.

I have no deep thoughts or words of wisdom for the up and coming New Year. I think I am tapped out. To much time in the casino but we won enough for a steak dinner tonight plus tip so we are feeling mighty rich indeed.

This past year has been one of the best in my life. I do miss my children.

I have a new granddaughter on the way and that makes me feel blessed. I am anxious to meet her. I hope Rusty aka James' health will stabilize. Between his lungs and his gallbladder I am about to have a melt down. Believe it or not the lung problem is caused by him being tall and super skinny. Nicole (his wife) has done everything in her power to fatten him up. I envy the fact that he can eat non stop and not put on a pound. I pray that my granddaughter Isabel will continue living with her father and step mother. That will be decided in two weeks. Therapy seems to be working for her for she is now able to speak a little clearer. She is also potty trained - major accomplishment! I hope my other grandchild, Hayden will stop screaming. He has discovered his voice and he will let out an ear piercing scream. A scream so terrible it makes people stop in their tracks and look. Thank goodness Hayden smiles after every scream. He is so proud of his blood curdling screams.

For my daughter.... Honey you need professional help. Call 1-800-shoeoff. There are counselors there twenty four hours a day and they are professionals, they deal strictly with people with your problem. Please I am your mother and I am begging you to call. Stay out of Payless Shoes, Famous Footwear, Bob Jones Footwear, Foot Locker, Red Wing Shoes.... I am sure there is a twelve step program somewhere. Remember the time that I became so upset by a pair of clogs you owned, that I grabbed you, wrestle one of the shoes off your foot, and tossed it in the lake? I am sure that was what started you on this path of being permanently and fashionably shod. Like Scarlet O'Hara when she pulled the radish out of the ground and said "God is my witness I will never be hungry again" you must have felt that way when I sent you clog to a watery grave. I am so sorry that I started all of this and that is why I am stepping in now, and fashionably so too. God I love you, you are such a hoot.

Scott - I expect any day to open the door and see you there. You are my little road tripper. I remember you saying “Mom I am spending the night with so and so" and somehow you went from Missouri to Michigan. I miss our Hot Apple Pie canoe trips and sleeping on the side of the river. Me, clutching a flash light to my bosom and you snoring away. Belize and Honduras was our time and what a time it was. You don't know how worried I was when you went on a midnight beer run in that three wheel cart while in Honduras. I am sure you had the time of your life. Remember Jay in Belize? You would grab a canoe and paddle over to Benque to drink beer with your buddies, and I, being a mom, was worried. Jay reassured me that if you passed out you would eventually float to Belize City and he would pick you up there. Jay was 86? He said he owed his longevity to drinking copious amounts of beer. If I had a Belikin beer right now I would toast you. I miss you so much.

Happy New Year!