Quickies for 2007-11-24
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The Prayer
I pray you’ll be our eyes, and watch us where we go.
And help us to be wise in times when we don’t know
Let this be our prayer, when we lose our way
Lead us to the place, guide us with your grace
To a place where we’ll be safe

Mommy and Her Girls
(sorry Daddy, you were probably the photog here)
Photo, once again, stolen from Melanie
Dear Mommy,
It’s been four years today that the world has been without you.
Do you know who Kanye West is? You may not know him, because even if you had a Hip-Hop/Rap station up in Heaven I doubt that you’d tune into his music. Even if you did know of him I’m sure you wouldn’t like him because he’s got a big mouth and it’s hard to understand him. You’d probably shake your head knowing I listen to him and say, “Why? It’s just a lot of yelling and noise.” Well, he’s a big rap star. His mom just died, so you’ll probably be seeing her up there.
It’s fascinating how much news is being generated from her death - it’s almost too much. But what I find the most heartbreaking is how much Kanye loved his mother. Because you know, we really didn’t get close until you got sick. It was a little too late in life that I cleared my eyes of my own selfishness and realized what a remarkable woman you were. Only now do I call you my role model, the one person whose life I want to emulate. For Kanye, he’s never made it a secret how much his mother meant to him, never cared if people called him a mama’s boy. His mom died suddenly, and he was half a world away.
When I heard the news, I immediately thought of you - you are a thought that is never far from the forefront of my mind. I felt for him, sad that he never had last moments with her to whisper his last “I love you” or to hold on to her hand and memorize every second. He didn’t have time to prepare himself for life without her - she was young, just like you, a mere 58.
So for the last week, the news has been full of stories of Donda West, and it always brings me back to you, always brings me back to the knowledge that this sad anniversary is just around the corner. Sadness for Kanye because no amount of money or celebrity can shield him from days like today, the highs remembering what an incredible person his mother is and the lows realizing that she’s gone.
I know you’re watching over me and my brood, but just in case you want my thoughts on everything (that is, if you can’t read my mind…and if you can, well, sucks to be you - then again, you knew I was crazy) here’s what’s going on in my life:
And so another year passes. I miss you terribly. Life isn’t the same without you, and although I know that change would have happened whether or not you were still alive, it just seems like everyone is drifting apart since you’ve gone.
I love you.
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Yesterday we were watching Dancing with the Stars and Ben was playing with me on the couch. He was standing on the couch and slipped a little, almost falling. However, he caught himself before he fell. As soon as he righted himself, he cried, “Oh shiiiiiiiiiit!”
I thought to myself, “Did he just say what I thought he said?”
Dave gave me a look like, “Did he just say what I thought he said?” which confirmed what I had heard.
We busted out laughing, and didn’t even try asking him to repeat it. I doubt he meant to use it, he was probably just blabbering like he usually does. But he used it in the right context (well, maybe a couple seconds too late) so who knows? I know that he’s heard the phrase before (I won’t name any names.).
OK, I’m lying. He had said his first phrase the day before - “It’s showtime!”, a phrase that Elmo says in this musical Elmo book that Marilyn gave him. But the “Oh Sh-t!” makes for a much better post!
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Happy birthday to the lady that I’ve known for literally all of my life - Melanie! Life has forced me to become a virtual hermit, but it’s always great to see her when I can…
I stole this picture from her because Dave boxed up all my crap in one of his “This house must be clean!” moods. It’s from our more fashionable days!

Our boots are ROCKIN’!
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