Marshmellows, anyone?

Many years ago, in a different lifetime I was a single parent. I remember during that time that occassionally I would have an idea for something that I wanted to go and do with my boys. Just the three of us. I wanted my sons to have some good memories to look back on. There was a particular time during that first summer when I was single again that I really wanted to take my boys camping. I had it planned. I had a tent (from where I do not recall) and some sleeping bags and I was rather excited about getting to play in the fire. :) Anyway... I had phoned my mom to let her know of our plans so that she would not panic if she could not find us for a couple of days. No big deal right?

"There are rapists out there." My mother informed me and that I "could not" take my boys out into the wilderness. I knew my mother had lost her mind. Besides... how would the rapist know where I was camping?

Needless to say I did not go camping although I did keep an eye out for the "rapists"... I was getting lonely. (HAHAHA)

This week my dear hubby is out of town. For the entire week. I have the house to myself (with 5 extras) and lots of time to watch whatever I want on TV. I sat up late last night reading about Rand al'Thor (dang you Little Sister..) and with visions of Trollocks in my head I went to bed just after 11pm.

As I lay there I could hear my mother "There are rapists out there" and suddenly wondered if I had locked the front door?.. where is the baseball bat?..was that the dog barking?..shh... did you hear that?... I think I might have slept for a few minutes last night. (Uncle John was in my dreams but he kept calling my sister Janice and wouldn't let me talk to her...)

Of all the things my mother has tried to teach me... I am so grateful that I can remember that one sweet message about rapists. I am afraid this will be a very long week.

A longing....

I have received word via text that my brother has become a parent at last. I have been indirectly following the progress of this event through my mother because I am not a part of that "Awsome" family. My heart aches that I will most likely never be allowed to be a part of this little one's life. I hope that some year I will be permitted to see her in person and maybe even tell her I am her "favorite auntie" like my sisters will. Maybe someone can secretly give her a small kiss on her forehead for me? I miss her already.

Inept.

I have spent over an hour searching for a new, more exciting background to put on my thing here. I finally found one that was sufficently pink and I thought kind-a cute. I then attempted to follow the "simple" instructions for applying the new cute image to my blog.... what? Not only can I not make it appear... I cannot figure out where I sent it to. So... if you see a pinkish blog page floating lost through space... it is mine and if you don't mind... just ignore it.

Cool??

Many days ago my sweet 6 year old Jellybean told me that when he grows up and is a dad that he wants to marry his little sister. "Really? " "Yes. Because I love her."

Awww! But wait it gets better.....

A few days later my same little boy informed me of what he planned to name his children. Sandy and Patrick Star. Oh, and Godzilla. Yep. Very cool.