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My annual birthday post to my son....love you Bud

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On October 30, 1981 a loaf of bread cost 53 cents, a gallon of milk cost $2.23, a gallon of gas cost $1.31, a new home $78,220.00 and my annual income was about $45,000.00.

The Dodgers beat out the Yankees at the World Series, Oakland over Philly at the XV Super Bowl and at the Indy 500 Bobby Unser won, which I was there to watch in person…lol.

Number one song – Bette Davie Eyes by Kin Carnes

Number one Movie at the Box Office – Chariots of Fire

President was Ronald Reagan and Vice President was George Bush the first.

The weather in Fort Wayne, Indiana was warm and sunny, a beautiful 55 degrees.

That was the day that changed my life; it was on that day at 6:41 pm, that the best thing to ever happen in my life happened. I gave birth to a 13lb, 8oz baby boy. He was due September 8, but decided to wait until that day or night I should say, to make his appearance.

Looking back through his baby book today, tears in my eyes remembering his birth, I found an entry that I made the day after he was born and today I still wish this for him, so I thought I would share it with you.

Dreams for My Baby –

Has a strong faith in himself and his religion. Make good choices…follow his dreams. Find the right person to spend his life with. Be proud of himself and his heritage. Stay close to his family. Offer a hand to all. Smile and laugh often. Always be willing to learn new things. I love you Anthony.

Today and tomorrow I dedicate my xanga site to my son Tony, I am very proud of him and he has been the light of my life. He has grown into a wonderful man, today he is 28 years old…man am I getting older too?........lol.

A Poem for My Son Tony

IF I WAS A PICTURE THAT HUNG ON A WALL,

SURELY MY EYES WOULD HAVE SEEN IT ALL.

LIKE THE FIRST DAY SHE BROUGHT THAT SWEET BABY HOME,

TO THE DAY THOSE LITTLE LEGS LEARNED HOW TO ROAM.

OR YOU’RE FIRST BIRTHDAY, OH HOW I REMEMBER IT WELL,

THOSE STORIES YOUR MOTHER STILL LOVES TO TELL.

I REMEMBER IN JUNIOR HIGH, YOU STANDING HERE PROUD

THE PARITES, THE FRIENDS, OH BOY WHAT A CROWD.

I REMEMBER THE MORNING I WATCHED YOU WALK OUT THE FRONT DOOR,

MANY TEARS AND SMILES WITH PICTURES GALORE.

THEN OFF TO THE NAVY, AND OUT ON YOUR OWN,

BUT AT NO TIME DID YOU FORGET THE WAY HOME.

OH WHAT A CUTE COUPLE YOU AND SHE MAKE TODAY,

AND HOW HANDSOME YOU LOOKED ON YOUR WEDDING DAY.

TIME IS DOES PASS AND WHAT A FINE MAN YOU’VE BECOME.

I CAN SEE IN HER EYES SHE IS PROUD YOU ARE HER SON.

OH HOW THE YEARS HAVE FLOWN, AND THIS OLD HOUSE IS STILL THE SAME,

THOUGH IT ONLY SEEMS TO HAVE MORE LIFE WHEN SOMEONE IS CALLING YOUR NAME.

YES TIME HAS GONE QUICKLY AND YOU BECAME SUCH A FINE MAN,

CAN YOU TELL IN MY WORDS I AM YOUR GREATEST FAN.

FOR TWENTY-FIVE YEARS SHE GAVE IT HER ALL,

ALWAYS TRYING TO DO HER BEST, AS I WATCHED FROM THIS WALL.

I, LIKE YOUR MOTHER, HAVE SEEN BETTER DAYS,

AND I SOON WILL BE TAKEN DOWN AND PUT AWAY.

FOR I DO SO WANT TO SEE HOW THIS STORY WILL END,

BUT TODAY I WANT YOU TO KNOW, TONY YOU HAVE BEEN MY BEST FRIEND.

Happy Birthday Bud!!!
For Mature Eyes Only...Halloween Costumes

My site is very mature today...but tastefully done...

dedicated to

Horny Women Unite

And Men!

Anyway, time to make sure we have our sexy costumes ready for that special day!..I mean Halloween....lol.

Use to be we could get away with something like this!

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Guess which one is me?

Doesn't work anymore ladies!

So below are some sexy suggestions...

Horny Women Unite!

We owe it to our men!

Batman

A Sailor

Farmer's Daughter

Cowgirl

Indian

Viking Goddess

Devil

Colonial Woman

Cat Woman

Witch

And Ladies, don't forget to carve that pumpkin!

love and blessings to all!

Have a great hump day!
Trick or Treat.....

Trick or treat my darling,
which one do you choose?
I'll give you a small hint,
I don't want you to lose.

If your choice is for a trick
you'll find I have in mind,
some tricks I have been saving,
though I promise to be kind.

But should you choose a treat,
the surprise will be just dandy;
you'll find me in the bedroom
and I am not talking candy.

T

History of Trick or Treating.....

History of “Trick or Treating”

Soul! Soul! Or a soul cake;

Pray, good mistress, for a soul cake.

One for Peter, two for Paul

Three for them that made us all.

Soul! Soul! Or an apple or two;

If you’ve got no apples, pears will do.

Up with your kettle, and down with your pan

Give me a good big one, and I’ll be gone.

Soul! Soul! Or a soul cake;

An apple or pear, a plum or cherry,

Is a very good thin to make us merry.

Soul! Soul! Or a soul cake.

Author Unknown

Can you guess which one is me?

The story behind trick or treating dates back to the earliest Celtic times, when people for the holiday of Samhain wore masks when droughts or diseases or other disasters struck. During the celebration of Samhain the veil between the living and the dead are at it’s thinnest. By wearing the hideous masks many believed that they blended with the dead and would scare off the demons that brought about their misfortunes.

Similar practices went on throughout Europe starting about the 9^th century. This was called “Souling”, it was practice in parts of England, by Christians on November 2^nd, All Souls Day. The poor would travel from village to village and house to house singing and begging for soul cakes or money, fruit, and nuts. The more soul cakes the beggars would receive, the more prayers they promised to say on behalf of the dead relatives of the donors. It was believed that the dead remained in limbo for a time after death, and that prayer, even by strangers, would expedite a soul's admittance into heaven.

In Scotland and the North of England, it is called “guising” because of the disguise or costume worn by the children. However there is a significant difference from the way the practice has developed in the States. In Scotland, the children are only supposed to receive treats if they perform tricks for the households they go to. These tricks normally take the form of a simple joke, song or funny poem which the child has memorized before setting out. Occasionally a more talented child may do card tricks, play the mouth organ, or something even more impressive, but most children will earn plenty of treats even with something very simple.

The Irish brought Halloween to America in the 1840's and combined the practices into what we now call “Trick-of-Treating." Kids would receive candy, or else they would play a prank or trick on the home owner. Halloween didn’t really catch on in American until 1910, when A new American tradition was born, and it has continued to grow. Today, Americans spend an estimated $6.9 billion annually on Halloween, making it the country's second largest commercial holiday and for many stores kicking off the holiday season, including Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years.

The National Confectioners Association reported in 2005 that 80 percent of adults in America planned to give out candy to trick-or-treaters, and that 93 percent of children planned to go trick-or-treating.

TRICK OR TREATING BY STAR SIGN

Aries pushes the others aside to get to the door first.

Taurus will only eat the finest of Swiss chocolates.

Gemini goes around the neighborhood once, changes costumes and goes around again.

Cancer stays at home and gives candy to the other trick-or-treaters.

Leos plan their costume for months then won't go out because someone else had the same idea.

Virgo wears a neatly-pressed suit and tells everyone they're a bookkeeper.

Libra is still standing in front of the closet trying to decide on a costume.

Scorpio isn't in it for the candy.

Sagittarius will manage to wander to the next town.

Capricorn makes a list of all the houses that give good candy and the optimal route to take.

Aquarius builds the costume out of spare flashlights and spends all night tinkering when it shorts.

Pisces skips the whole thing to compose poetry to the Moon.

What did your day look like?

I keep bringing my mind back here
It keeps going back for a walk in the past
To places so old and so dear
To memories revived by the autumn cast.

I keep pulling gently the silver thread
To bring back my spirit inside
But the sky is closing all over my head
Leaving me wondering outside.

The autumn is guilty for this anarchy
The sound of the leaves at my feet,
The farewell whispered by the tree,
The scent of yellow, so discrete.

The wind is kissing first my cheek
Then joyous and naughty playing in my hair,
Distracted pale and carelessly weak
I climb to myself on the round silver stair.
Show me your boobs.....

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oh yeah forgot a picture
The Snow Falls in October

Today I sat and watched the snow fall...gently floating to the ground.

You could almost see it coming with the gray clouds of yesterday...

Seems way to early for this October Snow, not sticking...not staying and my muse whispered these sweet words into my mind.

Falling ash, from the burning ember,
Like the first October snow,
Idles down its final descent
To the earth below.

Never before hath such a sorrowful song
Been sung by such a carefree singer.
It's shadow grows, it hits the ground,
And for a moment does linger.

What thoughts must race through the doomed mind;
What thoughts but terror and fear?
Does he look wildly but find no help,
And grieve that the end is near?

Or did he find enlightenment
On that gentle fall?
So that when the time came, he knew his part,
And sang his song on call.

Snowy Blessings to All...
Tapestry of Life................Revised

Our life is like a woven tapestry donned with silken
threads of silver and gold

Each thread holds a memory of sweetness, love, hurt
and old

Each person in our life gives our tapestry
its' true shades

And ensures that all memories of those so special
never fades

Our life's threads are interwoven, at times so
complex

The tapestry holds secrets of love, desire and sex

Every friend or lover adds dimension, creating
the tapestry anew

And encompasses many we have met, not
only just a few

Our tapestry continues till our
time is near

Getting more and more vibrant, with
the joys and tears

When the time has come, and the tapestry
is complete

A beautiful story is revealed that never
can be beat

Have a great weekend.......hugs and love,

Lady of Avalon

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Thoughts running through my mind…

“I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful than facts - hope always triumphs over experience - laughter is the cure for grief - love is stronger than death”

~Robert Fulghum

I love this quote it always seemed to carry so much truth for me. Tonight I make my way to Las Vegas one of my favorite places. Two years ago I was flying out here on this very day, for a very special occasion. My Son’s wedding…October 7, 2007. I am so very proud of him and his beautiful wife, as you all know they just recently moved into a charming place of their own.

In remembrance of their beautiful wedding, I have inserted the video that I put together in celebration of their wedding. Enjoy that tribute to them and one of the most precious memories that I will hold in my heart and mind forever.

“Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.”

~Mahatma Gandi

This is another one of my favorite quotes. Over the last week I have been touched by a few individuals that have lost a love one. A Father, Sister, Friend listening to their heartbreak always hits home for me. It is true that none of us are immortal, but for some, our time on this amazing place we call earth is cut short, fleeting moments in comparison to others. Perhaps that is why it seems so many of us move so quickly, live so intensely, love so deeply. We know in our hearts our time is limited and we try to drink in, change all that we can in life, saving the world, leaving it a better place, working feverishly to complete all that we have set out to do. Perhaps this is why we appear as that astounding man on Ed Sullivan, juggling all those plates, we can’t stand to drop one, it would be one task we do not complete before we pass beyond this world.

“I want to die in my sleep like my grandfather... Not screaming and yelling like the passengers in his car.”

~Wil Shriner

I was text by a friend today; he had received some bad news regarding his health. My heart goes out to him, I can so relate, because as many of you know my health has been an issue for me over the past few years. So to you my friend I can truly say I understand. Hearing news regarding your health, it is at these times that the “what ifs” sneak into your mind.

They creep in softly as you try to shake them away, remembering the so many blessings that you have received in your life. We all have “what ifs” from time to time. It is at that time we think, what would we want to tell our loved ones…what would we want them to know. Perhaps I think of this more because my own father past quickly, unexpectedly at the age of 64. As the one left behind, I know that there are many things I would have loved to had the chance to tell him. So tonight I write this for my family and friends…hopefully if my time comes before theirs they will find their way to my xanga site and read what I would want to convey to them.

Death is a natural cycle of our life and it can never truly separate us. I have not left you, I have just slipped away into the next room. I am still very near to you. Everything is exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and that wonderful, loving life that we shared together is still untouched, unchanged and our love is never ending and unbroken. Truly whatever we were to each other we still are, that cannot be changed. Call my name out in that old familiar way. Speak about me just as you always have. Please put no difference in your tone. Wave away that air of sadness and solemnity, rejoice. Laugh as we have always laughed, joke and smile, play and share life as we have always done. Think of me, pray for me. Let my name stay a household word, spoken with not a shadow of a ghost upon it. Life has not change; it is the same and means all that it ever meant. Why should I be out of your mind, just because I am out of your sight? Each time you feel a gentle breeze it is my hand caressing your face, it carries my voice to you whispering your name, saying I love you. I am not gone, I am just in the next room; I am waiting for you and will welcome you when it is your time to cross over. All is well and all is as it should be. Truly nothing has changed.

So one more quote for my dear friend tonight…

Have the courage to live. Anyone can die.”

~ Robert Cody

To all my Xanga Friends, what would you want to tell your family and friends if your time has come…write it out, give it to a friend, leave it in a certain place…don’t miss that chance to tell them.

Have a great week………and prayers to all.
Come share with me....

Lately it seems all I do is travel. Saturday I was returning from San Diego. I stopped for lunch at a McDonalds in the Chicago Airport. As I stood waiting to order my food, I noticed an elderly couple sitting down to lunch. They had ordered one meal and an extra cup.

I watched as the gentleman carefully, lovingly divided the hamburger in half, then counted out the fries, one for him, one for her, until each had half. Next he poured half the soft drink into the extra cup and set that in front of his wife. His wife sat watching her hands folded demurely in her lap.

They then bowed their heads, said grace and began to eat. I got my food and walked over and asked as politely as I could if I could purchase another meal for them so they didn’t have to split theirs.

“Oh no,” the old gentlemen replied. “We’ve been married for sixty-three years, and everything has always been fifty-fifty.”

Then he glanced at me and said, “But we would love your company, if you would care to sit with us.”

So I sat, I discovered they were traveling out east, her sister had passed away. I now know she was the oldest of eight children, he the middle child, all boys. They have a son that was killed in the Vietnam War, although they still speak of him in the present context. I sat and listened to their life, their history, olden times, and times gone by…their precious memories.

We exchanged contact information and said our goodbyes. They called today and let me know that they had made it safely. The old gentleman thanked me for listening to them, especially her. “The loss of her sister had hit her hard. The baby of the family as you know, “he said as if we had been friends all our lives.

Today, I worked harvesting the last of my summer garden, preparing for the cold months of winter. I thought about these two wonderful people my Creator brought into my life yesterday.

So, tonight as I sit under this full harvest moon. Drinking a cup of cider, with a splash of jameson, and yes smoking a Hemingway Short Story Cigar…remembering this dear sweet couple with a prayer to help her through this heartbreaking time in her life.

As I sip from my cup of memories on this chilled autumn night,
I ask you to come.. come and share of this bittersweet brew ...

a bittersweet brew made from the ghost of so many loved ones and friends ...

the ghost of so many of loved ones and friends steeped in tears and mellowed with smiles ...

and feel that sweet, flooding sadness wash over those gentle aches of longing emptiness,
and fill you with a glowing inner warmth ...

a glowing inner warmth that comes from the love for and remembrance of those who have blessed my life...

for was not each and every one?

and was not each and every I love you .. or I miss you ...

each and every thank you .. or you're welcome ...

each and every good morning .. or good night ...

each and every word they ever spoke or wrote to me?

someday dreams will end,
someday time will forget,
and someday even my soul will expire .. just slowly fade away ...

but until that day my cup is full because I'll remember them .. and you ...

and so I ask of you what I was asked of me .. and what you too may one day ask ...

remember me .. my words ...

come .. share my cup

As they shared with me….thank you Vern and Norma…I will remember our lunch, your life…..and your courageous son Jacob.

Many Blessings to all this beautiful autumn weekend.........