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Sunday, November 13, 2011

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From the very beginning I never trusted my Brother. He had everyone fooled but not me, because I slept in the same room and I saw what the other's didn't. That pudgy bundle of joy was pure evil.  I couldn't see why the adults didn't see that.  He even smelled foul, but his diapers always masked the smell, to them it was just another load of poo, but it's color was always black. Was that odd?

I first became suspicious when I was woken from my sleep and I heard whispering in the room. Not baby babble but honest to goodness grown up speak but there were no adults in the room. Only sweet Nana was in the nursery and she was snoring her sweet lungs out oblivious to the other sounds. 

At first I had the instinct not to look over to my brother; but for a baby; curiosity always wins out and I peeked around Teddy, my bear. I saw brother dear sitting up hunched forward as he talked to something. His voice was unnaturally low and the other voice unnaturally high. Their conversation paused for a moment as if they sensed me watching so I closed my eyes immediately and they resumed for awhile,and then said their goodbyes. I risked opening my eyes because I had to see what he was talking too. To my utter amazement I saw what the other party was. It was a Spider, a huge garden spider. The kind of spider that spun those beautiful webs on our porch and rose bushes. 

I watched it as it crawled out of my brothers crib and out into the darkness. I shivered, What had my Parents brought home?, and how was i going to let them know? I only spoke baby and ever since he came to live with us, I no longer existed........

   


Friday, November 4, 2011

In case you don't know me and maybe you are reading this for the first time..... (because I don't fool myself that I have followers on my blog and I am very skeptical I will have future readers...but I have to offer this disclaimer because In many ways I have no self confidence in this venture but I do have hope and curiosity.)
I am one hot mess.
I heard that description,  from a friend, and, yes, I am
But I am creative
a loving mother
A learning daughter
and a wife who wants to her husband to know that no matter what  ...well that's personal for him..I am sure you will understand.. I love him, because he accepts me for who I am and sometimes even husbands do not do that for the wives they love, or think they do...

Annnnny waaaay

I have random threads of thought.

so here it goes,  a thought I collect pictures of strangers, the slightly odd ones
and if I am really lucky
sometimes I will find a photo  remembering the dead.

So I will post a photo now and then with my thoughts... And I would love to hear your thoughts about it as well.,
Because that is how wonderful stories are made.!

But first  should Post some photos I have in my own family.


That one is of me and this handsome devil is my husband,


sometimes photos are out of focus a cloud of Mystery..



And this picture is real , these are some of my ancestors on my fathers side.  so every once in a while     I  might throw in a couple of relatives for spice.


so what do you think of this project ?,

I would love some feed back...