When Jessica was growing up, we kept "memory boxes." They were nothing more than cardboard boxes that housed, well, our memories. Sadly, oh, so sadly, when she moved off to shack up with a man my age, she took most of the memory boxes with her. One New Year's Eve, with Cody being a wee one and her pregnant again, he kicked her out on the street ( Read more... )

Than to go see these three. Nothing. Zip. Not a million dollars. Just let me see my family.


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I am so not in the mood to do this. This means totally clearing off my kitchen counter and the little table there and leaving it clear (and covered with waxed paper and paper towels) for at least four or five days. It's not easy preparing food when dye and dye jars and dye pots are everywhere. It's pretty impossible. I knew the ribbon was ( Read more... )

Jessica sent me a text message in all capital letters saying she loved her bracelet and lips earrings. It's not easy to please her, so this gave me a huge sigh of relief. I called her and Mom was in the background yelling, "Did you tell her you cried when you opened them?!" (The grandgoobers were in the background yelling, "Ho, ho, ho! Merry ( Read more... )

You cannot believe how excited this makes me. For so many reasons ( Read more... )

Well, some don't.

My mother and I are so alike it's almost scary. My sister points it out all the time. (This really pisses me off, because, well, ... nevermind.) Jessica and I could not be more different ( Read more... )

I'm making a bracelet for Jessica.


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I just found the one Jessica made.


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I'm having a horrific time trying to figure out what to give Jessica for her birthday. She has nothing but would want nothing I can possibly give her. I keep trying to fashion some sort of jewelry for her, but I know I can never create anything she would like.

( Just for memory's sake, Jessica's birth )

In the beginning, it was my sister. Klutz Queen, I tell ya. She could walk across a bare room and somehow injure herself. All the time. Then came my adorable daughter Jessica. Same thing. If there was something to run into, she'd run into it. Something to bump into, same thing. Something to stub her toe on, consider it stubbed ( Read more... )