Susan's Hope 2007 (Unedited)

Susan started to think of Her daughters Emmi's sixteenth birthday tomorrow. All the party planners will buzzing all through the house in the morning. Nothing more sweet then A sweet sixteen birthday party. The thought brought a small smile to her face. But this thought also brought home the reality of something painful. Susan started to feel dizzy at the old feelings that has come over her throughout the years. But now it was getting stronger as the days ticked by. Susan thought of that moment that would come soon when the look of love for ones mother is put out at the knowledge that the women who you have known to be your mother is not your birth mother at all. Susan has feared that day for the passed sixteen years tomorrow. Susan was really getting weak now, she had to sit down. Susan eyes started fill as she played this old movie in her mind of how it would all happen.

The Funeral Christmas Tree (Unedited) 2009

A grandmotherly lady in front of me is stocking up on paper plates and cups, and in normal
circumstances I would think who would serve anybody or even themselves on paper plates and
cups? It would be unthinkable. But right now I have a different feeling about them. It may not
be such a bad idea now that I think about the Loony family back at my home. The thought of
them shipping coffee out of my fine china is not comforting.
I just don’t want them to have the good stuff, so I run out of line and I don’t even know where to
find such things. Shoot I should have asked the granny. At last I find what I’m looking for
in the back in a dark corner. Obviously I’m not only one who’s less then proud of paper dinner
wear. But, I’m surprised paper plates have come a long way. They're cuter and stronger then I
expected. My eyes scan the pretty patterns of little blue flowers and cute little kittens with a ball of yellow yarn. I don’t know what to pick I’m torn between roses and kittens. I’m braking one of
my rules as it is by even thinking about buying papers dinner wear mush less to buy both. I give
in to the kittens that need a home and the roses can serve me up a sandwich now and then.
Now I need the cups. For Christmas the cups have little Christmas trees lining the top of the
cups. Do I dare server Bookie her coffee in one to rub in our little argument?
Okay better not. I’ll go with the plane white cups. Don’t want to spoil them, their already getting
kittens plates with their cake. Now I need to get going I don’t know Jack will believe me when I
tell him my delay was on a count of my new found joy of paper plates and cups.

I walk into my newly infested Loony home.
Jack look like a scared animal looking to blot.
“What took you so long?” He says with a shaky voice. Is he about to cry? Time with my family will do that to a person. I should know I’m living proof of what The Loony family can produce.
“Sorry But look!” I hold up my new found treasures. “Kitten Paper pleats. Isn’t the cutest thing?!” Jack look less then impressed and is not doubt wondering if I flipped for good. I can help but wonder that myself. Okay whatever the sooner I set up the cake bar and coffee the sooner I can scoot everyone out the door and hopefully won’t have to see them for about another ten years.

Well here I am, I have had a blog before and did some writing here then lost track of the whole thing. I always said I would "Write more later" but later never came. But sometimes so many thoughts ran through my and I wish I had some were to write them down so I'm going to give this other try.