This Is How I Roll over the Valley's and Mountains

Whoever thought, when I was a kid, that being an adult would mean crossing death defying mountains and valley's.

I've been rolling, tumbling, jumping, stumblins, clawing my way back up mountains and valleys.

It's always harder the week after is true. While Dianne was sick, I tried really hard to not bother her with silly stuff, now, how many times I picked up the phone up to send her a picture, or OMG I can't believe Mary Margaret said that, or to tell her Taylor bought a belly burner to loose weight and is wearing it to school, to tell her the mistakes I've made handling this weekend's teenage drama or that Philip finally admited, out loud, that he likes me. (I knew he did all along LOL). I wanted to tell her how proud I felt, when Philip came to me at the visitation and said there were people HE wanted me to meet...they were his teachers from school. PROUD I tell you.

She would have been speachless when she saw all the people lined up for her visitation. She would have been PROUD of all her boys, they were so strong.

Someone (who shall remain nameless) told me that blogging and facebook is stupid, no one needs to know all your business. It's not. I've read bits and pieces of Dianne's blog several times over the last several weeks, gone back over comments on facebook, and it's priceless.

I was thinking of giving up blogging. I'm not going to. Someday, someone might want to know what I had to say.

This is how I roll...LOL

one of my fave Dianne quote..."I'm 45 and hormonal so get over yourself!" CDB