I wanted you to know about this sweet little girl. I first met her when she was about one and half years old. She won my heart. Please read her story.

Who Wants the Flu, NOT ME....

I always worry about the flu. Especially since I am the only person bringing home the money, and work does not look too kindly on sick employees. They don't want us there and they don't want us at home. It just adds to your ill feelings.

I was picking Forrest up at Daycare the other day. He was going to be so happy to see me. He loves for me to get him early so he can skip nap-time. I usually love going into the daycare. I stop at the baby room and get free smiles from the babies, then head to the four year old room. However, this day I felt I was walking into the Bug House. Kids were coughing, noses running, eyes weeping. I felt like running out screaming. Instead, I sneaked up on Forrest and he immediately started packing up to leave. His dad was with me and he ran right past him and said, "What are you doing here"? I could see dad's face drop. We went to Mom's first grade room, and no hugs for mom either. I smiled to them both and said, "Hey, today is all about me", Forrest knew who was breaking him free from daycare. But, not too sure how many creapy crawly flu bugs came with us.

I then was in the grocery, and I felt like I needed to hold my breath so as not to have an added danger of flu bugs. All was well until I walked right into the path of a preteen riding in the basket. Looking back to see why such an old girl was in the buggy, I saw her red weepy eyes, and she coughed right at me. What? Why did her mother bring her buggy child into the grocery just to infect me? I know, I have had my own sick child with me but it is different when My Kids are grown, I loose sympathy for them and think only about Me....Sorry, but, I have to work. I do not need the flu.

Happy Boy!

Max with St*r W*rs Battleship

Lily waiting to dance.

This is my son, Kevin, on a trip to Germany. I always post pictures of my grandchildren, so I decided to show off my children. He and his wife, Amy, went to Germany a couple of years ago. Needless to say, they enjoyed it very much...Memaw and I kept the children.....

Gene

I just have to tell you about the death of my dear uncle. Gene was a man of few words but always a man with a smile for you. He and my Aunt Helon would come to my house when I was young to visit with my mother and grandmother. He would sit and wait patiently while they visited. When Helon was ready to go, she would walk in and say "Gene, let's go" and he would say his good byes and take her home.

He was up early every morning to deliver foods to some the grocery stores in our area. One summer my cousin and I went with him on his deliveries. Something that would never get to happen these days. We had so much fun. Riding in the delivery truck which was somewhat a version of the F*d-Ex trucks was sooooo exciting. Riding with the door open and the wind blowing in our face. It might not sound like a great adventure, but, to us it was.

Helon died a couple of years ago after being in the nursing home for over ten years. He too was in the nursing home for awhile before she died. After her death, he would look for her all the time. He missed her so much.

He passed away on Wednesday, January 14th. His birthday. He doesn't have to miss her anymore. They are together again.