Patriot Day

It's Patriot Day.

I hope this day never becomes the cruising- the- lake -barbeque- &- fireworks kinda day.  I hope it remains the somber reminder of 3000 lives lost, and countless others, forever scarred by the events that happened that day.

And for those of us who lived then, I hope we always remind each other.  I am doing my part.

  Here is the annual repost of my story.

As I sit here, listening to this recording of  Alan Jackson, as he performs this song for the very first time, tears roll down my face. I hope my heart never hardens to the point it no longer elicits that reaction.

Alan Jackson = "Where Were You (When the World Stopped Turning)"

Performed November 7, 2001

Country Music Association Awards

Never Forget

Wow...Just Wow...

71 blog visits in just 2 weeks!

That is an average of FIVE a day!

Geez! Is my life that interesting?

New From Pink

 This new video from Pink made me cry.

I don't understand why people aren't willing to help their partners.

Depression it real.

Let the Festivities Commence!!

It is officially my birth-week and my karaoke family kicked things off  in style!

They surprised me with a Banana Split Birthday party last night! I couldn't believe they remembered!  I was equally surprised and delighted that they took my gluten intolerance into account.

I was so excited over this yummy treat I let myself be photographed with my glasses on!

Me with the Hurricane and Kenny D

Notice the kid sitting to my left?   No that is not Tigger, though he reminds me so much of him. Ironically he is the same age. The first time I met him, it brought tears to my eyes. I really miss my Tigger.

Get in the picture Katrina!

What a great start to my birthday week!!

Its my "strokeaversary"

Three years ago today, I had a stroke. Although it was a mild one, I can not imagine how people function after surviving a major one.  I struggle with memory loss, aphasia, and right side weakness, even to this day. Not long after I made the decision to take control of my health.

I have several people to thank for that day, mainly my BFF Cyndi who recognized the symptoms, scooped me up and took me to the hospital. Also  Trudi and Phil of Iron Beach Gym for helping me follow doctor's orders and keep my promise to myself to get healthy.

Three years ago this could have had a very different outcome, but I feel the Lord's not done with me yet.

Here's To My Best Life!!

Happy 48th to Ryan too!

Happy 48th birthday to my man-crush,  former major-leaguer R y a n K l e s k o!!

Here's hoping your birthday is a home run!

Happy 48th!

Today, this little guy 48.

I remember being mad because my parents wouldn't take me with them to "The Baby Store" to pick one out.

When they didn't bring him home right away (jaundice) I thought they changed their minds.

When he finally did come home, people would ask me what I thought of him. "Well he's nice, but I am ready for him to go home." Hey, I was 4 then.

But all in all, I wouldn't trade him for anything in the world. Life has really been an adventure

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        (bother,first row, far right)                                                                                                                           

I am so proud of the man he has become. He is my hero.

Help me wish my baby brother, Dooder, a very Happy Birthday!