Wednesday, March 14, 2018

7 years and one day!

I am up early this morning,
Not only because its Mass day at St. John school,
not only because it is Mumsie Day
but my sweet Bean is 7 and a day!!!!
Yesterday was her actual birthday and I still
can't believe 7 years have passed that this child has been
in our lives. 
She is smart, cute, funny, sassy (in a good way)
and very loving to her sisters and family.
Saturday was her sleepover party and
it was fun watching her interact with her peers
as I taught them a scrap lesson.
It was a great day to celebrate her.
Seven years ago, I had just got over a back surgery
and I spent much time rocking her, playing,
watching in awe as she grew so fast.
She came to me at a very dark time in my life
and was the light that got me through lots
of challenging things.
For that, I believe we shall always have 
a special bond.
Love you Bean!
So glad you are ours!

Friday, March 2, 2018


A few weeks ago, we found out that my dear great niece,
Angelique, know as Ange' to us was pregnant.
Being a senior in high school,
well lets just say this is not the perfect time for her.
She and her sweet boyfriend, Sage were 
unexpectedly freaked out in the beginning.
They had goals, dreams for what they wanted to do
after graduation. 
They were both scared and even shocked.
It took them weeks to realize this was their future.
I am proud of the way they are handling this news.
Ange' telling me she will be the very best Mother she 
can. I have no doubt that she will,
as I can tell from communicating with her that she
is already in love with this child growing inside her.
Sage, having had a similar childhood as Ange'
is already making changes to ready them for this child.
(baby Ange')
One of Ange's biggest worries was that she had let so many
people down, she was disappointed in herself.
I shared with her, that yes, it would not be easy
and we can all think of the "should have, could have"
but all those worries are to be put behind as now
the child is here and she now has to focus on that.
I also shared with her one of my Motto's I have
used with others who have found themselves with an
unexpected pregnancy.
"All babies are miracles and they all come to us to teach
us something"
 Since then I try and send her words of encouragement
as I know she is afraid for many reasons.
Yet each day that passes I see her change from fear
to excitement. She is going to be a Mother...
I love this child, as I love all my great nieces and nephews
and I also believe her Hard life will have her trying 
to give the best she can to this baby.
 My reason for blogging this story, with Ange's permission
is last night I was watching on DVR, THE VOICE.
One of the young men interviewed spoke of his Mother,
"My Mom had me at 18 and raised me single handled.
It was always her and I and she always put me first 
sometimes working three jobs so I could have
what I needed.
so today I pray that I do well for her as I know it was
not easy for her but I love her for changing her
life to put me first."
I thought of Ange' and Sage right away.
Yes, they are young but I have no doubt,
whether they stay together as a couple or not, they both
will do all they need to do to put their sweet baby first.
My dear Ange' you have not disappointed me,
shocked, yes, disappointed, no.
This is your life, You and this baby and Sage's.
Put this sweet baby first always but don't put your
goals on the back burner as your goals
will change futures,
making your life and the life of this sweet child better.
So many have congratulated you, made comment like
"Oh, how cool" but the fact is, this will not be easy,
I know you understand that.
So enjoy the months you get to carry this child within
your body. Don't rush is, enjoy it as
once the baby comes, you will forever wear your
"heart on your sleeve"
I cannot wait when you first feel that flutter in your belly.
A feeling like when you are coming down on a ferris wheel.
One thing I know for sure, this baby will be loved.
and Love is sometime the most important thing you
can give a child. 
Throughout this journey there will be those who
say they want to help but when it get complicated
they will back out. You can never back out.
This baby will always be the first in your life.
However, there is much truth to the statement
"It takes a village to raise a child"
I am and always have been in your village, sweet one.
Don't forget the ones who have been there for
you your whole life not just now that you are with-child.
Of course I worry for your health and the health of this child.
I would support you in whatever decision you would have made
aside from abortion, but you and Sage, I believe, never
even thought that you two would not be the parents 
of this baby.
I repeat again, this is not a doll, it will be hard but
your heart will burst with love in a way you never imagined possible.
 Go forth, and show the world
how a teen Mom becomes the very best Mom she can be.
Who knows you may be carrying the future President of the US,
Or another just as important life. 
I love you my dear, Ange!

Friday, February 23, 2018


I sit here today, beginning my day as I do most days,
drinking my coffee, surfing the net and listening to the news.
What makes today different?
The loss of a young life by her own hands.
Only 13 and felt like life was too hard to continue it.
I can't say much about it as I don't have parental consent
but I knew this child, beautiful with so much going on in 
her future. When we met, she was funny, talented and
I knew she was a special child. 
Hard to believe she is no longer part of our world.
That life became so complicated at a time in her life
when she should still be playing outside, tag, Mother May I.
Reading the classics, doing art work she was so good at.
My heart so sad for her parents, siblings and all those 
who loved her.
The second thing is, the news....
The news that speaks of the Florida school shooting,
the one man trained and armed to protect these children,
Their school police officer,
instead of going inside and taking control of this massacre,
stayed outside of the building...
Four minutes and he never went inside the building
with the weapon he carried on his belt,
the only one who had permission to have a weapon.
In six minutes the whole ordeal was over
and he was not the one who ended it.
He at first was put on probation without pay
and then he resigned. I know he may have been 
scared, I understand he had 30 years and even had won an
award for his work, yet when really needed to carry out
the job he was hired for, he never reentered the building.
I have mixed feelings about our President of today.
I still believe what Dad taught us,
"No matter how you feel, the President is to be respected"
This morning I am very proud in his statement about
this same school shooting, something to the effect,
"Instead of advertising all over schools, we are a 
we should be advertising,
Guns are not the problem.
Just this week in a nearby town, teens got into an argument
and knives came out and one was killed,
in a neighborhood.....
So will people next be taking the right to have a knife away
from us.
Weapons are not the issue, actually I think more weapons 
to protect us from these insane people are needed, with
proper training.
No matter how many guns, knives,  tazers you take away,
people who want to cause harm will find a way to do it.
It is not us, the ones who follow the laws, that should be
punished by not being able to have arms.
Lets train our teachers, Principals, those who we entrust
our children to daily, to protect themselves and our children
from those harmful people.
Sorry for my rampage, but I am just overwhelmed 
with all the negativity in the world that my grand girls will
be raised in.
Yet, I end this post with prayers, prayers for our World
and mostly, prayers for the sweet, young child and those
who loved her as they find some way to go on with living
without her. She was a wonderful child.
RIP S.......

Sunday, February 11, 2018


We hear of silent hero's but rarely do
we find out who these people are.
They don't get media attention, they
don't look for pats on the back.
They just do what they have to do 
to make a difference in the World.
I have had the fortune to be raised with 
one said silent hero I called 
She was one of many of my Dad's sisters,
she was widowed at a young age,
My Uncle Joe dying after a car accident
leaving her with six children to raise,
ages ranging from approximately 17 to 17 months.
I was 8 years old when my Uncle Joe died.
I am sure My Aunt Mae Mae was devastated
and cried herself to sleep many a nights
but all I remember seeing is this petite little woman
picking up the pieces of her and her children's 
shattered lives and build a new "Normal".
As a child, I often wondered, how she did that?
How she raised 6 children single while working
jobs, first Roscelle's (sp?) Sports, making 
trophies and then eventually taking over the trophy 
business on her own.
Everyone below Intracoastal, associated 
"trophies" with "Rosemary"
My aunt Mae Mae was a true legend,
not many like her. Never asked for a handout,
had a tough outer skin with a soft marshmallow inside
that you only saw in the presence of her grandchildren.
What I loved the most about her was her brutal honesty.
When others were afraid to say something,
she put it out there for all the hear.
She loved to joke and just like the Collins,
had a string of Cajun slang of not so nice words
that could leave you laughing, looking for a bathroom.
I loved going to her house as a child and didn't
realize until I was an adult with my own children
just how hard it must have been to raise children,
work all day, then come home to cook a home cooked
meal for her big family. Like that was not enough,
let me add all she did for the South Lafourche High School Band.
For many years, even after all her own children were grown,
she still stayed active and was a big part of
the success of the High School Band.
There was never time for rest for this 
Aunt of mine. Saying all this I guess my biggest
comfort comes from the fact that now, she rests.
Rests near the God that she loved, along with being
reunited with the only man she ever loved,
my Uncle Joe. I pray that there is truth in 
stories of dying and in your journey to Heaven all those
who have gone before you are there waiting to greet you.
I think of all who would be there, 
The love of her life, Uncle Joe,
her siblings, including my Dad and my Mom.
And many cousins, especially Fay and Dwayne
who she loved like her own.
What a party to be had!
Rest my dear Aunt Mae Mae, 
no one deserved it more than you,
my silent hero.

Friday, January 19, 2018


A year ago, today I had a date with a man
I met on
I had done my back ground check, we had spoken on 
the phone a few times, I picked a local place to meet,
I was excited as I had been for all my Match dates.
I met lots of nice people on Match all good men
and most stayed friends, but no sparks.
So that night, it was a Thursday, I chose Fat Daddy's 
in the front of my street knowing that if things went
well we could continue our date at Lil Daddy's,
where there was a one man band.
If things didn't go well I had my "911 text person"
lined up to get out of the date if I needed.
Yep, always set up someone to rescue me with a 
phone call if I sent a 911 text.
He got out the car with flowers, a tall,
nice looking man, I thought
"there is a lot to like here"
I had broken one of my dating rules,
Something about this guy had me believing 
I should let that one go because even if we just 
became friends, I wanted him to be my friend.
I talked a lot, he nodded his head a lot,
we laugh about that now because he admitted
he didn't hear most of what I said so he just nodded his
head, "Yes"
For whatever reason, I broke another one of my rules
that I had held true,
I invited him to visit my cottage.
Something in him made me want to share my 
beautiful cottage with him.
He was shocked i offered the visit,  but not
more than I was.
We talked more and when he left that night, 
I knew there was more to this one than all the others.
Since that day, one year ago, he has been my
constant Boo. We have learned so much of the other
over this year and I remain so happy that he 
is my boo.
I am interested in where this little story shall take us
but for today,
"Thank you, Boo, for one of the best years I have had
in a long, long time!"

I didn't think a love like this was possible.
I had heard of it but just didn't believe it could be true.
You have showed me another way to love.
Who would have thought I could find a man who
likes junking as much if not more than me,
who had a metal detector and once he found out I 
always wanted one, made sure I got one.
I look forward to the weekends that we share
whether it be at the cottage or your home,
whether we stay in and just hang out or
go junking or detecting, it is always a fun time.
I hope I bring you the calm you sometime need
and thank you for putting up with my eclectic ways,
listening to all my wild ideas,
telling me, "you nailed it" 
every time I sing anything, which is just about always....
I don't know what tomorrow will bring but 
I hope this year is one of many we shall share.
Happy One Year!

Tuesday, January 2, 2018

2018, DAY TWO...

I've many new years resolutions for 2018,
always do, keep about two throughout the year
but this year, going to make it my year of gratefulness.
Choose a word to be YOUR WORD for the year.
Many years from now, perhaps when I am gone,
my grand girls, their babies may search and find this blog
and remember what Mumsie wanted for all but mostly for
them to remember, so here goes:
Today, day two of 2018

"Humble And Kind"
(written by Lori McKenna)

You know there's a light that glows by the front door
Don't forget the key's under the mat
When childhood stars shine,
Always stay humble and kind

Go to church 'cause your mamma says to
Visit grandpa every chance that you can
It won't be wasted time
Always stay humble and kind

Hold the door, say "please", say "thank you"
Don't steal, don't cheat, and don't lie
I know you got mountains to climb
But always stay humble and kind
When the dreams you're dreamin' come to you
When the work you put in is realized
Let yourself feel the pride
But always stay humble and kind

Don't expect a free ride from no one
Don't hold a grudge or a chip and here's why:
Bitterness keeps you from flyin'
Always stay humble and kind

Know the difference between sleeping with someone
And sleeping with someone you love
"I love you" ain't no pick-up line
So always stay humble and kind

Hold the door, say "please", say "thank you"
Don't steal, don't cheat, and don't lie
I know you got mountains to climb
But always stay humble and kind
When those dreams you're dreamin' come to you
When the work you put in is realized
Let yourself feel the pride
But always stay humble and kind

When it's hot, eat a root beer popsicle
Shut off the AC and roll the windows down
Let that summer sun shine
Always stay humble and kind

Don't take for granted the love this life gives you
When you get where you're going don't forget turn back around
And help the next one in line
Always stay humble and kind

If you have not heard this song yet, listen to it,
watch the video on YouTube, it will touch a place
in even the coldest of hearts.
It says all I wish my grand girls and all the other young ones
in my life to remember.

...And this above is my personal 2018 Mantra...
Today, I am grateful for my fireplace, new favorite blankie,
given to me by Ms. Barbara, Boo's mom,
internet so I can share this with you all
and a warm cup of coffee..
Yes, I could be upset as my pipes froze,
but I am not even a little upset about it.
This is the year of happiness, each day better than
the last.
Much love to all of you, pick you 2018 word
and build on it daily!

Thursday, December 28, 2017


The two older grand girls came sleep last night.
Baby J was at school, still rather sleep home than anywhere else.
The two big J's came early and just left a few hours ago to
go Bass Pro with their Dad.
As I straighten up from their visit I am remembering
a story Bean told me yesterday.
Each year I buy them a Christmas book to be read
on Christmas Eve. i brought it to their home a few
days before so they would have it for Christmas Eve.
Yesterday I think Jbean wanted to talk about the book
but no, she wanted to talk about the glittery butterfly
that held the gift tag.
"Mumsie, you know that green glitter butterfly that
was on the book?"
I had not remembered but I did when she brought 
it up. 
"My Mommy wanted to throw it away because my
Daddy doesn't like glitter so much, but
I wanted it because it reminds me of you"
I asked what she did,
"I took it and put it in my room
and every day when I miss you, I take it out,
and you know, when I smell it, It smells like
Mumsie and the cottage"
So, no, it's not the expensive toys, the books,
but simply the glittery butterfly that added the 
best story to my blog,
what a way to end the year.
Happy New Year to All!

7 years and one day!

  I am up early this morning, Not only because its Mass day at St. John school, not only because it is Mumsie Day but my s...