My boy has pomped and circumstanced... He walked across the stage, shook the hands, got the paper. He is a bona fide adult. Congratulations, man child. I love you!
http://www.flickr.com/photos/hippoxmas/?saved=1
5 years ago
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Graduation 2009!
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Everything is amazing, nobody is happy...
Thanks to my friend E for passing this along to me via email!
It is so terribly true!
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Everybody's Free to Wear Sunscreen! (ORIGINAL VERSION)
also to my boy.... wear the danged sunscreen!
Monday, May 25, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Prom Picture
My sweet boy at his senior prom. I tried to convince him that a tux was a good choice, but in the end he opted for what you see there. He's making his "I'm a total cheese" smile... :0)
Monday, May 18, 2009
Upcoming Events
My oldest graduates from high school on May 30th at Big Sandy Superstore Arena at eleven am. It doesn't seem possible. It seems like it was just 3:44 pm October 5, 1991 yesterday. That tall brooding man that lurks around my house can't possibly be the sunshine haired boy that brought me rainbow pictures and talked with a lisp when his teeth fell out. He can't be the same boy that loved to cuddle and read bedtime stories and sing and dance with me in the living room like crazy people. But he is. Just bigger, more distant, more ready to roll his eyes at me. But every time he does... I have an image of him in my mind... running across our yard, laughing his fool head off, yelling "Mommy, Mommy!" Oh the bittersweet heartache of watching my child grow into a man. Cory---even when I am upset with you, disappointed, angry... know always that I am proud of you, that I love you and I am looking forward to seeing what you do with your life because I know it's going to be gooood!
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Aurelia on a pony
My sweet girl on a pony ride at her school carnival this year. Now I have a photo of all my kids on a pony....
Monday, May 11, 2009
Hither and yon
Way back when I was a teensy person, I started staying weekends with my grandparents. I would stay on Saturday nights and my brother would stay Fridays. My brother would hang out with my Pawpaw and I would cling to my Mawmaw. I would follow her around, asking her questions from her big question book, cleaning her glass tables, rearranging her newspapers, arranging her Wild Wonderful West Virginia magazines in the correct order. The high stools at her kitchen bar would turn and I remember spinning until I was dizzy. Every meal was fried ham and macaroni and cheese (because I am a picky picky girl) and breakfast was either canned biscuits or frozen waffles. As a kid, everyone always told me how much I looked like my dad (still do). But my dad has three sisters and I formed a working kid theory that his youngest sister must be my real mom (how else could I look so much like them all) and had given me to my parents to raise. That's the way my mind worked... there was always some other thing in the regular things... My aunt Penny, real name Cheryl, was always something of a mystery to me. She had moved out of state before I was born and that alone was enough to make me think about her every day. Mawmaw had told me once or twice about what she did for a living (travel related.. very exciting), and that she had been a hand model once and had even competed in the Miss USA (or Miss America ?) with Vanna White... Oh dear god, that woman was enchanting. My other aunts (my mom had six sisters) were amazing to me too, but they were all so close in proximity to me that they were everyday amazing. Penny was a goddess to me. I never aspired to be pretty or fashionable or adventure-seeking. I was content to be me, wallflower extrordinaire, jeans and tshirt girl, ponytail, sans makeup, nose in book. But on the rare occasions I would pretend, it was always Penny I was pretending to be. The hand model thing stuck in my mind (Palmolive commercial, maybe) and even though my hands were scratched and the joints were swollen, I could look at my long fingers and pretend that they would be perfect for that sort of thing. I would write letters, pages long, to Penny about what I was doing in my boring life. I never sent them. It was too boring. :0) Now in my life, I still think about her everyday. She still seems more exciting, exotic, and well-traveled than I will ever be. But I am thankful for the getting to know her part. When she calls or emails, I don't feel like a little kid writing her a secret letter about her boring life. We talk. We converse. Because she is three dimensional to me now. She is a person, not an idea. And I love her even more.
Friday, May 08, 2009
I desperately want to blog about the Folk Sampler broadcast that I heard tonight on the way home from Charleston (it was the Mother's Day songs...), but I cannot link to it and I am losing the battle with sleep.
Reminder to self... I also want to blog about Appalachia and the things that make me part of it.
Update: Here is the link to the playlist for that broadcast.
http://www.candacecorrigan.com/songs/mixed/mothersblues.mp3.
Thursday, May 07, 2009
Michael Thomas “Mike” Ray, 38, of Charleston gained peace with God and passed away, surrounded by his loving family, Monday, May 4, 2009, at a CAMC Hospital.
Mike was born May 19, 1970, in Charleston and was a son of Susan Perrow Ray of South Charleston and the late Donald Allen Ray.
Mike was a member of Rock Lake Presbyterian Church, South Charleston. He was a 1988 graduate of George Washington High School and 1993 graduate of WVU with a physical education degree. He was employed by Means Landscaping Company.
Besides his father, Mike was preceded in death by his paternal grandparents, Tom and Lucille Ray; and maternal grandparents, Bill and Louise Perrow.
He is survived by his mother, Susan. Mike was a wonderful and proud dad of his children: two daughters, Gretchen Ann and Emily Elizabeth; and one son, Michael Thomas II. They were the light of his life.
Also surviving are four brothers and their families, Jeff, his wife, Sandi, and their children, Amber and Morgan, of Charleston, Donald, his wife, Lisa, and their children, Greg and Trenton, of Pearisburg, Va., Doug, his wife, BJ, and their children, Kelly and Holly, of McKinney, Texas, and John, his wife, Carol, and their children, Devon and Dylan, of Indianapolis, Ind.; and several aunts, uncles and cousins.
A tribute to Mike's life will be held at 7 p.m. Friday, May 8, at Rock Lake Presbyterian Church with the Rev. Rick McGuire officiating.
The family will receive friends one hour prior to the service at the church.
The family wishes to extend a special thanks to the Rev. Rick McGuire for his love and support and the many friends and neighbors who have shared their hearts and concern.
In lieu of flowers, the family requests that donations be made to Rock Lake Presbyterian Care Fund, Ray Memorial, 905 Village Drive, South Charleston, WV 25309, for the Ray children's future needs. The church will be administering these funds by custodial accounts. Envelopes will be made available at the church.
Condolences may be sent to the family by visiting www.hardingfamilygroup.com.
Harding Funerals & Cremations, 514 50th St. SE, Kanawha City, is serving the Ramsey family.
John 14: 1, “Let not your heart be troubled.”
Monday, May 04, 2009
Today's ponderings
Why does my dog want to run full speed down the street only when I am wearing the pants that are loose?
Why does my teenage son schedule a follow-up visit with the Mormon elders that stop by when I am not home?
In times of grief and sadness, I find my natural tendency toward humor to be less than useful.
Does anyone besides Daisy believe the streamers on Aurelia's bike are edible?
:0)
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