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Welcome to the stories of my life...

I just want to humbley welcome and thank all of those that take the time to read what I write..Idon't have a particular theme at any given time...just write what I feel compelled to write at the time...Please if you read my blogs ..leave a comment..I would love to know what you think...thanks again and enjoy the journey....

Sunday, June 27, 2010


Today is my granddaughter Dellaney's 5th birthday...I just had her and her brother for a week..and her party is in July ...I called her and wished an awesome birthdaay..they're not doing much..its 96 degrees out with a heat index of over 100...

My youngest son came down with my 2 youngest grandchildren today for a few hours..he brought ground beef and a box of mashed potatoes and some mixed vegetables...Bobby (my oldest son) cooked and we ate...Brayden and Jolie were awesome and it was great to see them...saw them on mothers day...they grow so fast...Braydens hair is cut real short and it looks great for the summer heat...Jolie is funny...shes 22 months will be 5 in September and I will have three five year old'm so glad he borught them down today...A good time was had by all.....

Tuesday, June 22, 2010


I lost my father to lung cancer in 1989…I was 26 years old and he was only 60…just way too young..because of my father I am the confident person I am today…I am the oldest child and the only girl…daddys little girl…He always told me that I could be Miss america if I wanted to…I knew that wasnt true..but he believed that…lol…I miss my father immensely and think of him every day…Thank you God for giving me the father you chose for me…coudlnt have asked for a better one…this quote sums it up..

He didnt tell me how to live…he lived and let me watch him do it…

Joseph DiDomenico

WHAT MAKES A DAD (not sure of author)

God took the strength of a mountain,
The majesty of a tree,
The warmth of a summer sun,
The calm of a quiet sea,
The generous soul of nature,
The comforting arm of night,
The wisdom of the ages,
The power of the eagle’s flight,
The joy of a morning in spring,
The faith of a mustard seed,
The patience of eternity,
The depth of a family need,
Then God combined these qualities,
When there was nothing more to add,
He knew His masterpiece was complete,
And so,

He called it … Dad

MY DAD (written by me on Bonanzle June 2009)

I lost my father March 16. 1989 due to lung cancer…after surviving his aeorta hanging by a thread and his life being saved by the wonderful doctors at Thomas Jefferson Hospital in Philadelphia..after being in a coma for 45 days …6 months later he died from lung cancer…Yeah he was a smoker all of his life..but he had quit about a year earlier..apparently too late…He was only 60 years old when he passed..
My father was the best father in the world..I was the oldest and his only daughter..he was Italian so I was daddy’s little girl..he took me on his milk route when I was 8 or 9…then he took me on his bread route later…we went fishing (along wih my two younger brothers)..I remember going out in the garden at 3am to catch nightcrawlers…I was a tomboy so that didn’t gross me out..I admit I didn’t like putting the worm on the hook…lol.. he even took me hunting ONCE…thats all I wanted to go…He once told me he thought I was pretty enough to be Miss America..I knew it wasn’t true..but he believed it..and thats all that mattered to me..He was great for my self esteem and if it weren’t for him I would have none…I miss you daddy and I love you…Happy Fathers Day!!!!


Mean Mom

I had the meanest mother in the whole world. While other kids ate
candy for breakfast, I had to have cereal, eggs or toast. When others had cokes and candy for lunch, I had to eat a sandwich. As you can guess, my supper was different than the other kids’ also.

But at least, I wasn’t alone in my sufferings. My sister and two
brothers had the same mean mother as I did.

My mother insisted upon knowing where we were at all times. You’d think we were on a chain gang. She had to know who our friends were and where we were going. She insisted if we said we’d be gone an hour, that we be gone one hour or less—not one hour and one minute. I am nearly ashamed to admit it, but she actually struck us. Not once, but each time we had a mind of our own and did as we pleased. That poor belt was used more on our seats than it was to hold up Daddy’s pants. Can you imagine someone actually hitting a child just because he disobeyed? Now you can begin to see how mean she really was.

We had to wear clean clothes and take a bath. The other kids always wore their clothes for days. We reached the height of insults because she made our clothes herself, just to save money. Why, oh why, did we have to have a mother who made us feel different from our friends?

The worst is yet to come. We had to be in bed by nine each night
and up at eight the next morning. We couldn’t sleep till noon like our friends. So while they slept-my mother actually had the nerve to break the child-labor law. She made us work. We had to wash dishes, make beds, learn to cook and all sorts of cruel things. I believe she laid awake at night thinking up mean things to do to us.

She always insisted upon us telling the truth, the whole truth and
nothing but the truth, even if it killed us- and it nearly did.

By the time we were teen-agers, she was much wiser, and our life became even more unbearable. None of this tooting the horn of a car for us to come running. She embarrassed us to no end by making our dates and friends come to the door to get us. If I spent the night with a girlfriend, can you imagine she checked on me to see if I were really there. I never had the chance to elope to Mexico. That is if I’d had a boyfriend to elope with. I forgot to mention, while my friends were dating at the mature age of 12 and 13, my old fashioned mother refused to let me date until the age of 15 and 16. Fifteen, that is, if you dated only to go to a school function. And that was maybe twice a year.

Through the years, things didn’t improve a bit. We could not lie
in bed, “sick” like our friends did, and miss school. If our friends
had a toe ache, a hang nail or serious ailment, they could stay home from school. Our marks in school had to be up to par. Our friends’ report cards had beautiful colors on them, black for passing, red for failing. My mother being as different as she was, would settle for nothing less than ugly black marks.

As the years rolled by, first one and then the other of us was put
to shame. We were graduated from high school. With our mother behind us, talking, hitting and demanding respect, none of us was allowed the pleasure of being a drop-out.

My mother was a complete failure as a mother. Out of four
children, a couple of us attained some higher education. None of us have ever been arrested, divorced or beaten his mate. Each of my brothers served his time in the service of this country. And whom do we have to blame for the terrible way we turned out? You’re right, our mean mother. Look at the things we missed. We never got to march in a protest parade, nor to take part in a riot, burn draft cards, and a million and one other things that our friends did.

She forced us to grow up into God-fearing, educated, honest adults. Using this as a background, I am trying to raise my three
children. I stand a little taller and I am filled with pride when my
children call me mean.

Because, you see, I thank God,
He gave me the meanest mother in the whole world.

Written by Bobbie Pingaro (1967)


Back in 2002 I was talking to my grandmom on the phone 2 weeks before her 90th birthday..still being of sound mind and body she told me she was not ready to leave yet..she wanted to stick around to see what happens…heres this woman who lived to see her oldest grandchild turn 50(ME) and I had my grandmom in my life for that long…evey night since I was a child I prayed for God to not let anything happen to her cause she was ONE of the most special people in my life…well one week before her 90th birthday she fell in the bathroom…we were all summoned to come to the hospital where her eyes looked like racoons and her lower arm was broke..we joked and laughed and she seemed weak but okay…well after we all went home …we got a call later that night that she had suffered a stroke was all downhill from there…one week after her 90th birthday she passed away…that was the second worst day of my life…two of the most important people in my life were now gone…so I HAVE NEVER taken a day for granted…since I was a child…I pray many times a day…I try to leave impressions for those in my life to remember fondly of me when I’m gone…I try to leave them better than when they first came to me…Each day I wake up is prettier than the day before..and this morning I have 2 of my grandchildren that I’ve had overnight for 3 nights now…love waking up seeing them…they will leave today and I will cry…they only live 5 miles from me and I see them all the time..but its never enough…okay enough..sorry to ramble…fingers just kept typing…

Monday, June 7, 2010 can't even imagine...

My computer was down for 2 months...because of an on and off button...had it fixed and am back on ...june 7, oldest granddaughters 16th birthday....Happy Birthday beautiful baby girl...I can't even begin to tell you how I've missed my compter...I was so bored...had to clean places in my home that weren't even dirty...I would sit in my room and look in the corner over by the closet and theres a lot of "stuff" ..just stored over there...its not a mess..its neatly piled up...and I really need to go thru it..then I will want to go thru the closet and that will make a mess...ya know cleaning up always creates another did do 3 yard sales while my computer was down..not that one thing has to do with the other..sold $60.00 worth of stuff..not bad..met lots of nice people...will do it again...have enough stuff to sell that I could literally open a thrift store and have new stuff to add to it every day...headboards, dressers, a big red front that door ,but its gotta go...well I am back on Bonanzle and other venues on the I have things to do now...have to promote and having a yard sale..only I think people hate the shipping charges...I try to keep them as low as possible..I don't profit from shipping...glad to be back and hope to never leave again...oh yeah...!!!!