I Love my Mom…

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What can I say I love My Mom. But I hate Cancer.

Mom’s the one woman in this world besides my sisters that will always have my back no matter what. She was nineteen when she gave birth to me. I’m the oldest daughter. I have two younger sisters and one brother whose the oldest of four.

Mom taught us all to treat others the way we want to be treated. That we need to never judge anyone by the color of their skin, or by how much money they have. I think we all turned out Ok. If nothing else we are a close-knit family. 

Mom Say’s, We’ve Got Plans

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Update: The way we’ve been keeping my Mom going through all her treatments is we keep saying We’ve Got Plans. She knows we are moving to Florida in 2015. Knowing that we haven’t given up on our plans makes all the difference in the world not only to Mom but to us as well.

I want to thank all of you for the prayers and the candles that you lit for my Mom. She is doing great. Mom had a pet scan last week and the tumor on her spine is GONE! And the lung Cancer is shrinking. Whoop!! Whoop!!!

My Favorite Childhood meal..

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Sunday’s at Mom’s

Writing 101, Day Ten: Happy (Insert Special Occasion Here)!

Today, be inspired by a favorite childhood meal. For the twist, focus on infusing the post with your unique voice — even if that makes you a little nervous.

When I think of my favorite childhood meal it brings back memories of my family. My mom’s Italian and we’re from Jersey. So that means Sunday dinners were always meatballs and pasta and the best Italian bread in the world.

I remember my mom standing in the kitchen rolling all those meatballs one by one. When she finished she would then start frying them in olive oil till they were just golden brown. The smell of the Italian gravy surrounding the house was enough to send someone running to ask her, when’s dinner?.  And once those meatballs were done frying my brother and I would always steal at least one before they were dropped into the huge pot of gravy.

As I write this prompt I can smell the meatballs frying and that gravy cooking. it was and still is an all day ordeal when mom cooks Italian. Of course now I can make the meatballs and gravy myself.

But when mom does it she puts that extra spice that’s called love into her food. What can I say my mom loves to cook and when she’s making her meatballs and gravy there’s nothing like it in the world.

The way she smiles when my older brother stands over a pot of her gravy and does the taste test as he calls it. Or the look on my mom’s face when we are all around the table laughing, eating, talking and one of my nephews who’s her grandchild ask for seconds.

My mom just loves to have her family together and of course loves to see that her family is always well fed. And when we are all together it’s like old times in Jersey. Of course the family has grown. But we all still love moms meatballs and gravy. Of course we love each other too. Hey what can I say; Were just one big happy Italian family from Jersey.

We all have our memories of something we loved we eat. For my entire family there’s no doubt it’s Sunday dinner at mom’s..

I don’t think this was one of the prompt I was supposed to write. But I just couldn’t resist..Salute’.

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Witness Protection, When you do something scary or stressful bungee jumping, public speaking, etc. — do you prefer to be surrounded by friends or by strangers? Why?

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When you do something scary or stressful — bungee jumping, public speaking, etc. — do you prefer to be surrounded by friends or by strangers? Why?

My first thought is; This is the assignment for today?

When I do something scary or stressful in public of course I would prefer to be surrounded by friends. Take singing for instance; Yes I can sing. I have always been able to carry a tune. And there have even been times when I got up the courage to step up on a stage or in front of strangers but surrounded by friends or familiar faces and sing my little heart out.

Yes of course there was always applause. I’m not crazy. I wouldn’t just get up and sing if I was tone deaf. I have seen people do that. And those tone deaf people aren’t afraid of anything. Afterwards I was always glad I did it. But It usually involved a few shots of courage for me to stand in front of strangers and just sing. I don’t know why.

I used to be able to sing in front of anyone who asked me to as a child. My Mom always sat in the back row of every performance. I would look out over the crowd of people and see her smiling face singing along with me to what ever song I had to sing that year.

But I think as I got older I just didn’t have the confidence in myself to sing in public. I would always prefer to have people who love and care about me around while I’m doing something scary. That way if someone starts throwing something at me at least I will get a hug when I do make it off the stage.

Oh I have said a million times that in my next life I will be fearless and do what ever I like, Lol.  Singing or doing anything in public is stressful. And even when you have your friends or family by your side nerves take over. But leave me alone with the radio on and watch out, lol..

As for bungee jumping, I don’t have to think about it. It’s just never going to happen. But I wouldn’t mind taking a ride on a zip-line. Maybe through a wine vinyard or over Vegas.  That I think I could do no matter who was around me. I would even wave to the strangers as well as my family and friends.

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