Friday’s Follies…

I’m all about music !!! I sing all the time, it will define my day, my moment in time. I attach song’s to the relationships of mine. I’ll hear a song and I’ll remember something in my life and it will remind me of one of my kid’s or the husband. My mom gave me that gift. She loved to sing and IDK how many instruments she could play but I know she played the piano, the french horn and she was the leader of the band w/the hat and the baton. This post is for you mom <3…

This one’s for you Lizzie <3….

This ones for you Matthew…I will always remember you in my kitchen and your dancing, and you loved Michael Jackson !!!!

Last but surely not least I have a couple for you Connor. I remember the AC/DC and the Winter Classic, and the Killer’s. I think you danced to this song and I just loved it. I’m not sure about the AC/DC song, but I do remember “Thunderstruck” and it reminds me of you and our Chicago Blackhawk days …


I love the memories of all of the songs we have made together. These are just a couple of the songs that when I hear I think of my kiddos <3 Love you all, Mom <3 …

These are my people. They are all grown up now, but I have been blessed and it has been an honor to be your mom…

Thoughts for Thursday

I’m trying to post everyday so these are some of my thought’s for today…

Things I never told my kids..

You made me cry a lot.

I wanted the last piece of pie

It hurt

I was always afraid

I know I’m not perfect

I watched you while you slept

I carried you a lot longer than nine months

It broke my heart every time you cried


I’ll close with one of my favorite prayer’s that always, always brings me peace…

Share Your World/May 16th…

  1. ย Children aside, do you celebrate your birthday/anniversary or is it just a normal day for you?ย  Sometimes for my birthday, but always our anniversary…This year it will be 44 years, OMG…He married me when I was 12 ๐Ÿ˜‰ …
  2.  Do/did you always give your child a birthday party when they were young? I’m not sure but I know I did do something special. Our Oldest was born on Friday after Thanksgiving. Our only daughter was born 2 days before my birthday. Our 3rd son was born on Father’s Day and the youngest, well he’s the youngest so it’s always a special day b/c he was our last…
  3.  If your child was born on Christmas Day (or a few days either side of the 25th), did they have a โ€˜half birthdayโ€™ in June, two presents/celebrations, or something else?  None of them were born on Christmas…The oldest was born on Friday after Thanksgiving. I remember going to the hospital after I had dinner on Thanksgiving. They told us not to eat after we went into labor. I wasn’t sure if that was what was happening so I didn’t eat any dinner. I was so hungry after not eating all day, thinking that I was in labor. When I got home, I had 2 turkey sandwiches b/c I was starving. I realized I was in labor when my water broke. Then I understood why they said don’t eat (after the fact) when you go into labor. In my defense, it was my first… OMG He was our biggest, weighing in at 9 lbs. 12 oz. and that was before the days of epidural’s…You remember, Natural Childbirth. Right up there with no pain management when you pull teeth. It was not fun.
  4. Would you prefer to give your child a party, or take them and a few friends on a special outing?  Definitely a few special friends on a special outing !!!!

Gratitude…I am just grateful for another day at this thing called life. I am healthy, my people are healthy and I live in the greatest country. Not a perfect country, b/c there is not perfection on this earth. But close enough… Blessings on your Tuesday…

It’s been awhile…

Happy Mother’s Day to all the mom’s out there. I had a wonderful Mother’s Day albeit a bit sad. I lost my mom last month but I’m so happy for her. She lived a great life and taught me so much about being a mom and a wife and just about everything I ever needed to know about how to navigate my life.

I talk to her everyday and I’ll take her with me as my guide. She was my person …She really is going to be a tough act to follow so I’ll try to but it won’t be easy. She could always forgive anyone and accept w/o judging. IDK how she did that. I’m pretty sure her Catholic faith showed her the way.

She was a retired nurse and she use to speak to me about a, “Happy Death.” I thought how could that ever be a happy occasion. She showed me how in her own passing. I spoke to her on the Saturday that she was going into the hospital b/c she had a spike in her blood sugar. She was 91 years young and there was absolutely no fear in her voice. She knew what was going on and I’m sure she knew what the outcome was going to be. I could hear it in her voice, and she wasn’t scared at all, nor was I. She would’ve hated failing and going in and out of the hospital. She got her, “Happy Death” and it was on Divine Mercy Sunday. I was literally pulling into church when I last talked to her. A happy death is also one of the promises of the Rosary which is a prayer I absolutely love, love, love

What a wonderful day to go to heaven on, “Divine Mercy Sunday.”

She walked the walk and really believed in everything she taught me and I am so at peace with everything. I talked to her practically everyday, sometimes 2 to 3 times a day. Usually if I was cooking and needed her guidance through a recipe or a sickness that I needed a nurses perspective on. Then I thought, “Patti, she’s 91 maybe she’s not as sharp on that anymore, but she was b/c if she didn’t really know she would say that.

Garth Brooks/Mom

Mom I’m going to miss you every minute of every day b/c I already do and it seems as time goes by the hole in my life w/o you is just getting bigger. But I know what you’d say and you would tell me just get busy with today. Don’t worry I’m fine, I home and I showed you what a, “Happy Death” was.

I was blessed to have you for a mother and I’m so glad I picked you. That was another thing, she told me that you pick your mom when you are up in God’s pocket and I believe her, b/c she knew all kinds of stuff like that. I know we will meet again and you have our baby, Sean Patrick with you and now you are both pefect.

Watch over us mom and help me be the best, like you were. I’ll love you forever and I will take all you taught me about family, motherhood and just living the rest of my journeyI hope I make you proud…

I don’t know how she did it, but she got more beautiful as she aged. I hope I got those genes. Even in death she looked absolutely angelic. I’m sure she went straight to heaven.

My featured pic on this post was my Mother’s Day Present from my amazing daughter the nurse…I love you Lizzie !!!! That was a beautiful memorial to mom !!! I love it ๐Ÿ˜‰

Rest in Peace dear mom and I like how you put an,”Amen” to it on April 16th… ๐Ÿ˜‰ Way to go mom

Happy Tuesday

I’m just checking for today to let you know I’m still here. Unfortunately life has happened and I lost my mom this past weekend. I just need some time to grieve and honor my mother so I hope to be back soon. I’ll just have to wait and see how things go. Thank you fellow blogger’s and friends. Scarlet โ™ฅ๏ธ I’m planning to do a post honoring my mother, b/c she was my person and the most special person in my world…I love you mom โ™ฅ๏ธ

Happy Heavenly Birthday Sean Patrick

Happy Birthday Sean Patrick.  Today would’ve been your 39th birthday.   I remember our  short time together every year.   I know you see your family down here and are looking after us all.   We will all be together again someday, and I will get to hold you and tell you how much you taught me from our short time together.  After you were born, you changed our world forever.  You were here on this earth for only a short time but you were here for exactly how long you were suppose to be.  God took you with him and now you are perfect. 

Sean Patrick, March 21, 1984…He didn’t know how short his life was.  He only knew he lived a perfect life because all he knew was that he was loved by his mom & dad. Blessings today on your heavenly birthday … You will never be forgotten because your birthday changed the world forever.  It changed our world for good.  Your family will always love you.  

I remember the day after we lost you and waking up.  It was over and I felt very empty.  I got out of bed and I remember going and looking out the window down at all the people.  I was so sad.  Everyone was just walking so fast, going no where I thought.  Really what was so important.  I wanted the world to stop because my world had.  I wanted to cry and yell at everyone.  Why is life still going on?  Everything looked so normal, but it wasn’t for me.  Life can be so cruel sometime.  I was 24 years old but my innocence was gone.  When your baby dies a part of your soul goes with him, yet part of him stays with you.  I would never again be that young mother who walked into the hospital that Sunday night.

Well it was time to move on now.  I remember wanting to go home and be with my baby Michael Jr. and your dad.  The hospital chaplain came into my room and said that they would take care of you and I did not have to worry about it, but I said I did.  You were our baby and we would take care of the arrangements.  Michael told me not to worry about anything and that he would handle the funeral arrangements.  The same priest who married us come out to the gravesite.   It was a cold, gray rainy March day.  We buried you with your Grandpapa Frain.  I didn’t have a lot of people there because I was too sad.  It is hard to see a small little box that you know your baby was in.  It was hard burying you and letting go.  Saying goodbye was very hard.

The Family, 1994

I became an awesome mom that day. I learned not to take anything for granted ever. I learned about unconditional love, really. My faith in God grew strong and I learned how to accept his will. Maybe not agree with it, but accept it and know that someday I would understand it all. I learned how fragile life is and to appreciate all that I have. I went on to have 3 more children. I just gave my life to God, and let him handle it. It worked out exactly how it was suppose too.   Blessings to all my family, we have an angel watching over all of us…

Hello Song Lyric Sunday …

A beautiful spring Sunday afternoon, albeit still a bit chilly for my world. March is a wonky month in Chicago, but this week it looks like it has chosen to be spring and a maybe bit warmer.

Today’s prompt is Bluegrass/Country and I’ll probably throw a couple of song’s in today. My first one is from The Charlie Daniels band, “The Devil Went Down to Georgia.” We saw them perform this twice, once in Chicago and the other time was at summer fair…

Song Lyric Sunday/The Devil Went Down to Georgia..

The Devil Went Down to Georgia

The devil went down to Georgia, he was lookin’ for a soul to steal
He was in a bind ’cause he was way behind
And he was willin’ to make a deal

When he came across this young man sawin’ on a fiddle and playin’ it hot
And the devil jumped up on a hickory stump
And said, “boy, let me tell you what”

“I guess you didn’t know it but I’m a fiddle player too
And if you’d care to take a dare, I’ll make a bet with you
Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy
But give the devil his due
I’ll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul
‘Cause I think I’m better than you”

The boy said, “my name’s Johnny and it might be a sin
But I’ll take your bet, you’re gonna regret
‘Cause I’m the best there’s ever been”

Johnny, rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard
‘Cause Hell’s broke loose in Georgia, and the devil deals the cards
And if you win, you get this shiny fiddle made of gold
But if you lose, the devil gets your soul

The devil opened up his case and he said, “I’ll start this show”
And fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow
And he pulled the bow across the strings
And it made a evil hiss
Then a band of demons joined in
And it sounded something like this

When the devil finished, Johnny said, “well, you’re pretty good, ol’ son
But sit down in that chair right there
And let me show you how it’s done”

“Fire on the Mountain” run boys, run
The devil’s in the House of the Rising Sun
Chicken in a bread pan pickin’ out dough
Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no

The devil bowed his head because he knew that he’d been beat
And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny’s feet
Johnny said, “Devil, just come on back if you ever wanna try again
I done told you once you son of a bitch, I’m the best that’s ever been”

He played “Fire on the Mountain” run boys, run
The devil’s in the House of the Rising Sun
The chicken in a bread pan pickin’ out dough
Granny, will your dog bite? No child, no

Another Country/Bluegrass song I found comes from a group I just now discovered thanks to the husband. I’m really shocked I never knew about these guys as a group til now but that doesn’t surprise me as the husband introduces me to a lot of different genre’s on the Music Scene…He’s older than me ๐Ÿ˜‰ and has time for these kind of interests.

The second song I’m choosing for today is again from the Highwaymen and it is, “The City of New Orleans.” This song was written by Steve Goodman, another Chicago Native… This song also has a more personal meaning for me as my 1st job was working for the Illinois Central (Gulf) Railroad in Chicago. My dad got me the job as he was the comptroller for ICG. When he started out he was just a union worker down in Southern Illinois. There’s so much history that comes from the Railroad. This song for example mentions the Illinois Central which was its name until they merged with something w/Gulf in the name. Hence was born the Illinois Central Gulf.

City of New Orleans

City of New Orleans

Riding on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin’ trains that have no name
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles

Good morning America, how are you?
Say, don’t you know me? I’m your native son
I’m the train they call the City of New Orleans
I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done

Dealin’ card games with the old men in the club car
Penny a point ain’t no one keepin’ score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin’ ‘neath the floor
And the sons of pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father’s magic carpets made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep
Are rockin’ to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel

Good morning America, how are you?
Say, don’t you know me? I’m your native son
I’m the train they call the City of New Orleans
I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done

Nighttime on the City of New Orleans
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Half way home, we’ll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea
But all the towns and people seem
To fade into a bad dream
And the steel rail still ain’t heard the news
The conductor sings his songs again
The passengers will please refrain
This train got the disappearing railroad blues

Good night, America, how are you?
Say, don’t you know me? I’m your native son
I’m the train they call the City of New Orleans
I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done

I worked the in the Electrical Engineering/Commuter Division, Randolph Street Station in Chicago, before I left the workforce for Homemaking and Motherhood. It was a great union paying job and I have many good memories from that past life…

I hope you will enjoy all of the music from today…Blessings to all on a great new week and Happy Spring !!!!


The prompt for todays is โ€œ Unconditional Love Song… between a father and his daughter. Great prompt Mr. Jim !!!! I found this one from one of my favorite‘s, “Les Miserables…” I’ve seen the musical live at least half a dozen times and I did enjoy movie theater version of it with Anne Hathaway and Hugh Jackman. This song was probably one of the top 3 for me…

Les Miserables (2012)

#Love is in Da Blog

This is our first song !! I still sing it to him and it still kind of annoys him but he’ll give me that wink and I know he’s right where I’m at !!! It’s a great life waking up with him next to me all the time <3.

Your Still the One

Our first dance as Mr. & Mrs…

Oh yes, did I mention he is an amazing artist (not his day job) b/c we didn’t want to be starving artist and trust me that is a true thing…This was at one of his show’s with an oil painting he painted. Name of this one is, “The Jazz Piano Player.”

Okay that’s all for now…and yes he’s still the one and will always be !!!! #Love is in Da Blog !!!

A couple of more pics, one of him which I’m pretty sure was when I first met him (I was 16) and he was a college boy and I said to myself that’s the guy I’m going to marry…True Story

and this next picture was one of us when we were younger. I just always liked the picture … Our boys were professional ballet dancer’s and we had just come from one of their shows when they danced w/Joffrey in Chicago. Time’s were grand, b/c everything is beautiful at the ballet ๐Ÿ™‚ …

So I guess I need to put up one more pic of the boys at the ballet ๐Ÿ˜‰ …These are pics of our 3rd son when he danced Cinderella as the Ugly Step Sister, and I’m thinking the last one was the Nutcracker and just a random one that I like…

I can’t leave out our youngest and his beautiful wife who were both professional ballet dancer’s. They are now the proud parents of our 7th grandchild…

Connor & Missy/Romeo & Juliet …

Our Beautiful Granddaughter…

It’ noon so I better get busy with my housework and laundry…It’s been fun going down memory lane with y’all…Stay warm and safe, it’s crazy cold around here 9 degrees below zero !!!! Let February be warmer…Blessings #loveisindablog

Happy Song Lyric Sunday…

Today’s prompt for SLS is the music genre, “Country”…When I hear country music I think of one of my fav’s Mr. Toby Keith, plus he’s real easy on the eyes ๐Ÿ˜‰ !!! I’m going with “How Do You Like Me Now,” for my SLS…

How Do You Like Me Now

This is a big favorite of mine. It reminds me of when I went to a new highschool my senior year. I’m sure most can know what a cruel adjustment that was. Highschool was a challenging enough to begin with let alone having no friends to hang with. Let’s just say Senior year sucked, (sorry for the crudeness,) but I can’t think of any other way to describe that. I was pretty much alone and jailing it for the entire year. You know crossing the days off til I could graduate. I went for the early graduation doing correspondence courses. Happiest, at least one of them, days of my life when I got that, “Sheep Skin.”

Really song says it all. I was dating the husband during my senior year. He was a Junior at Northwestern University. I wanted him to take me to my senior prom that year so I could stick a finger in the eyes of all of those nasty senior girls who ignored me. No one believed me when I would talk about him, but who cares. Then I saw one of those snotty senior girls (post graduation) in a grocery store working the register. She kept trying to get me to notice her, (probably b/c I had my awesome, handsome college boy with me, and the huge diamond I had on my hand ๐Ÿ˜‰ ) ” I just kept looking at her saying, “Do I know you. I can’t really place the face.” She kept saying, “Remember senior year, I was in your blah, blah, blah gym class & 1st hour.” Me, “Sorry, just can’t place the face.” Knowing exactly who she was.

That’s right, “How do you like me now ๐Ÿ˜‰ “