TMI 'Sexy Mama' Award

I have decided that since there are awards in the blog world, and three have been passed my way by Mistress Of Cakes on my Behind The Wheel blog, The Raisin Chronicles for the effort of my 'six' blogs I keep up with, and from Running Away? I will Help you pack for recognizing I try and just be a true heart...I created my own TMI Award.

I will be passing (honestly) it on to all women and any man who works hard raising families, cook (no matter if it is out of a box or can), 'grow' with each passing year in heart, mind, and body (yeah I said it), still find the time to blog in spite of husbands or boyfriends who tease us about it, writes or appreciates, and appreciate a good TMI.

So go hop in this imaginary sudsy bath I have ran for you, and remember to shut the bathroom door (oh I remember oh to well when the kids would come in and watch), lock it, bare it all, and slip down into a warm moment of knowing you are sexy, wonderful, worthy of attention and worth every word you type and all you love!

Please take this and display it proudly...and spread the TMI word...

My real person friend here in NJ...
Gen @ GensBlogiddyblog
Alexis @Running Away? I'll Help You Pack
Jeanne @ The Raisin Chronicles
Beth @ Blind As A Bat
Tell It Like It Is @ That Darn Girl
Debra @ Well Behaved Women Rarely Make History
My Sis-Donna Kay in Texas... @ Photonuts...all my ex's live in Texas
3 Magpies @ ...well...3 Magpies
Duckie @A Duck In Her Pond
Dash Deringer @ The Deringer Files
K @ Interstitial Life
Greg @ www.sippitysup.com ...he does not have his blogger.com up yet, but his videos are too wild...if he and I would collaborate on a film...my god what the world would say!
Sandi aka: thatkewlgirl @ http://www.myspace.com/thatkewlgirl ...well because she and I have been talking for the past year, before this blog, and what can I say she and I share a whole lot!

and to the one who encouraged me to 'Let it all hang out' again...

Esk @ Sage Creative Corner

If you feel other deserve this than you have my permission to pass it on......if you feel this is totally annoying, I agree, but it is my contribution to the blog award situation, no harm intended...

Surgeon General Warning: Do not use electrical devices and electrical cords in the proximity of water or other liquids with this fake soap box.

Glamour Shots & Reminiscing...

I was cleaning up tonight, and decided to look through the photos my sister sent to me from my parents house. She and her son cleaned it out and sold it last year...

Can you guess which one is me...homely and my mother told me I could not cut my hair because 'my father' preferred it long...yeah right mom, I understand now that we were poor...you did make our clothes until high school...then I refused to wear elastic waist pants when all the other girls had levis...

...when I got got to sixth grade and joined junior drama I got a bit more mode in my fashion sense...Mom still made my dresses...and also one Spanish friend, Sylvia Barrientos, in this pic is one of my characters in my new novella I am writing...she and I stayed friends until I got married and we lost touch...good friend and worthy of a book...

That year was memorable...Ms Petty used to bring her guitar and sing with us...she let me start a puppet group, and we made little sets for our faux Broadway shows...imagine if I had become a star like I thought I would...

Whoa...can you say 80's and beauty school put a spin on my look...you could say I got a lot more attention from the men after this! That head band, and way too much makeup (I actually worked as a makeup artist for photographers during this period), what the hell was I thinking taking that off my neck and wrapping it around my over permed do...

A good reason why I only do it twice a year...

The worst thing you can do on New Years Eve is attend 'Open Bar' events in NYC, and end up in the gutter like I did two years ago. Cannot remember the name of the place, but once we left at 2:30 AM we were on a mission to get a cab and head back to his sisters apartment in upper Manhatten...then a girl comes by and falls over on me, sending me right down into one of those man hole gutters...yeah it is funny today, but not when you barely can climb out...thank goodness the alligator in the sewer stories are not true...I could have lost my legs, since I am so tasty!

I only over indugle twice a year...on my birthday in June, and on New Year's...

Why (if anyone cares), because look at me (NY 06)...I already talk too much...and when I drink I am even more of a nuisance to the public by being so 'Happy'...

(NY 07)Damn I look good in that teal dress! New hair cut and attitude, and hubby says even when I am drunk, I am sexy!

This year I did not go out in public, so no pictures...but I did have two glasses of wine, a glass of (a 40th birthday gift) Taylor Fladgate 1995 Port, and a wee bit of my Irish Whisky...hubby is stingy when it comes to our 'bar'...

I C U

Now this is really some deep thinking...while waiting for the New Year to roll around and in between text'ing all my friends to say HNY...hubby and I watched 'The Bucket List'. Somewhere between eight years ago and today I could not watch a movie like that. Why? Well, because like when they tell the two characters they do not have time to live reminds me of the daughter's (Anelisa) cardiologist telling me she might have a year...and when they take Morgan Freeman on the gurney through the operating room doors and you know he ain't coming back...

I am going to share now...Why? Because a new blog friend to whom I adore, Beth has been bothered recently about the loss of her mother...I can tell she is deeply affected by her absence, and can only imagine (we try) what one is experiencing...

At 9:20 AM on July 13th, 2000...Ane, me, and her father were waiting in a room for the doctors to come and wheel her into the operating room. She had been given some meds to help her become drowsy and she asked me to climb onto the gurney with her, so I did. We were being playful, and laughing like I was with my kids growing up. Anelisa had no idea that what was really about to happen. Mom did know.

Doctors for fourteen years had prodded and poked at her poor little petite body, and like most, she did not like going to the doctors at all. This was no different. I had known for almost seven months that she would be wheeled into that room, and never return home to me. So, as they came to get her I rode on the gurney, through the doors, and finally kissed her good bye. She pleaded with Dr. Mahoney to let me come in there with her, but she said no.

The surgery went okay...like the past four operations they added an artificial shunt to her aorta that was routed to her lungs. See she was born with no Pulmonary Arteries that go into and out from the lungs. They used to call them blue babies...and I was one as well. I had a hole in the heart, a murmur, which closed on its own eventually...although I still have an extra few beats they say are not normal. The shunts they put into Ane the last two to five beginning years; they clog and then you have to replace them. The body fights off foreign objects that we replace.

She could not have a transplant because they would have to have a heart and lungs. They still do not do this today. Medicine has come a long way, but not far enough. I had to except what was meant to be.

Anelisa stayed in the hospital and they said this would be it...her body had matured to a woman's status, and the doctors did not know if the heart could with stand the blood flow they added. At 1:50 AM in the morning the phone rang at 6306 Brook Lane, Dallas, Texas, and I answered. My heart was beating a thousand beats a minute. I knew what and who it was already...

I am not writing this for sympathy. I believe what I went through...what I am going through is an experience that builds character...sure it is hard as hell to experience loss like that...my parents both died a few years later...my hubby lost his father and step-father to cancer a year after that...I am scared to hell that if something would happen to my son or hubby I might be on a gurney myself shortly after...so I am writing this to say I Care... I still cry when I watch movies, but now my heart aches for those out there who have experienced loss and I wish I could give them all a big hug!