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Seasons Change

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Now that we have 45 minutes less of light, I try to get out here earlier. I’ll only be out here 4 more Friday’s”…Ice Cream man to Ronnie.

Chris, do you realize we’re in our late 40’s now?” Ronnie

Yes

And do you also realize that I’ve known you since I was 17?”

Yes

Doesn’t that make you feel old?”

Yes

Seasons Change

In HS I had this thing for surfers and skaters. One of my best friends, “Ka Pua” (Hawaiian for flower), will testify that if a guy had a bandana and ear-ring, I got first crack. My HS boyfriend was a surfer of sorts, so it’s easy to see why I fell head over heels in love with Merrill, a  bandana wearing skater, when I first met him.  I look back at those years with a great sense of peaceful nostalgia. I regret NOTHING. Chris and a few of you know me from those days….I’m sure when I become Nefarious, you’ll all get book deals yourself…go ahead. My closet is NOT clean, but screw it…I’ve did what I did….can’t change it….and even if I could I wouldn’t. Seasons Change….but so did I….and I am so honored by each of you….from the bottom of my heart, I thank you, and I love you…

I KNOW I hit the jackpot. I told Merrill as we were traveling back from San Francisco, that I was a blessed woman. I’m overwhelmed with all God has given me, in each of you. I struggled so much as a child….I mean, GOD.. I didn’t have the social graces of a sloth…it was so hard for me to engage and then trust. Only the girls from the block truly understood me, and they were the bestest friends a girl could have, like the “Stand By Me” friends from Stephen King, I was also picked on, because it was too easy. It never occurred to me that one day, I’d be answering hundreds of well-wishes for my birthday. I still can’t believe that I mean something to you….it’s hard to fathom that I would be important enough to acknowledge…but that’s the little girl inside of me….SHE has been my closest confident since childhood….and slowly she’s being placed into retirement.

Seasons Change….Sigh….that which I found endearing at 17 matters little to me now. I’ve been with the same man, longer than I’ve been without him, and while he’s still smoking HOT in a bandana (oh yeah, he’s wearing one tonight), watching him have a tea party with his daughter tonight, made me want him! IDGAF if that’s TMI for you. I’ve changed…The difference in the two Ronnie’s is that the one at 17, would probably not post a selfie of herself, half-naked, and it WAS hard to do that this am, don’t get that mess twisted, but I trusted you all enough to just close my eyes and hit POST! I mean, I looked at that picture a dozen times and picked it apart….I was ruthless to myself….and while I still can’t see what you all see, the more I put myself out there, the more empowered I become by your support. WHY?….Why have you all give me so much? Okay, some words of wisdom: Don’t question the Grace, don’t belittle yourself, don’t begrudge yourself, and for Heaven’s sakes, do NOT….ever….never….ever take a supportive friendship for granted. I wish I had more answers for you, I wish I had the magic words to make you all whole, I wish I had the passage that would touch your soul, but I don’t. What I do have, though, I freely offer to you, because you all first loved me. Seasons Change, thank you Jesus…I leave you with one final parting word of wisdom. The Kingdom Key to LIFE #1 is simply this: People may not remember all you’ve done for them, but the one thing they’ll never forget is how you made them feel. They will support you and pray for all your days on this earth. So, take heart Little Sisters…..had I succeeded at 17, when I tried to desperately to end my life, I would not be here to be so honored today.

Like time…I may have 45 minutes less…..but it will be written, “Here lies Ronnie. She was verily loved“….I KNOW I AM. May God Grace and Bless each and every one of you today. I will never be able to convey how much you all mean to me. Thank you. Be Blessed.

Remember you set the Tone, you ARE the Example. BE KIND to each other. Show GRACE and MERCY to all those who cross your path today. With your Daily Affirmations complete, enjoy your Saturday.

 

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Happy Birthday Sanchez

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Happy Birthday Sanchez. No other woman will ever love you like I do….

 

Aunt Ronnie, will you tell us a story about our mom when she was young?

Sure boys. Come, gather….”

Your mother was a beautiful woman, quite but dangerous. Behind those lovely brown eyes, stood stories full of heartbreak and joy, but she had to feel comfortable with you, before she’d share her treasured wisdom. Unfortunately, your mom and I did not get off to a good start. She was new in class, and asked if anyone had a pencil. Not realizing that she was entirely serious, I may have made some smart ass remark that earned a target on my back, but the Ronnie back then, was not the Ronnie you know today, so I didn’t take her very seriously….okay that’s the same me…..but I didn’t really worry about her ire, for you see, I don’t know her. Several weeks later, when your mom won a dancing contest in a local club, I approached her and congratulated her on her win….”Yeah, whatever bitch” was all she could say to me. Hmm, that steptoitness, is what earned her my respect, a fact I am SURE she didn’t give a single DAMN about. Happy Birthday Sanchez….did I ever tell you about the time your mom taught me, a little white girl, how to dance, and saved our farm?

So as all good stories need a bond of friendship, your mom did eventually warm up to me. I confided in her one day, that I didn’t want to “Shake it like a white girl” (a dance made popular in the 80’s with the advent of ‘It Takes Two”), that I wanted to learn how to dance, so I could win some money to feed my hungry family, and pay the rent. She took pity on me, and why wouldn’t she? She was a good person, so she created a schedule, bought some studio time, and painstakingly taught me the “Cabbage Patch“. She knew, that if I was going to win that contest, I’d have to keep it simple, for my dance moves, were indeed “seizureish” at best. Every day, we were in the studio facing the mirror, sweating to the 80’s, and everyday, I was becoming more and more frustrated, because I just couldn’t get it.

About that same time, a man had visited the family, and said he’d pay our bills, if I’d marry him. He was a fat man, sweaty, bald with a round belly that reminded me of Ed Lover and Dr. Dre. He’d lick his lips as he looked at me, with sin in his eyes…I told him, I was trying to win a contest to pay the rent, but he laughed. I was a white girl, I wasn’t going to win any dances he told me, but I’d make a fine wife, good birthing hips to have his fat, ugly babies. One day, Sanchez bumped into him, and he offered her more money if she could make me lose the contest, but Sanchez wouldn’t hear of it. She hated him…later in the studio, she told me, “You’re gonna win that contest Ronnie. If I have to kill you….you’re going to win it”….and so she had me practice more….she’d stand behind me, making my hips move, to the swaying of my arms, and if I cried, she’d slap me hard….”Damnit Ronnie. You want to be a fat man’s WIFE?” I DIDN’T….so I worked harder than I’ve ever worked in my life….

The day of the contest arrived. I didn’t feel ready, but I had to try. After all she’d done for me, I had to give it my all, to at least show her what she meant to me. Right before the contest, she gave me a Milli Vanilli CD, and told me I had earned it….and to dance like no one was watching, but someone was watching, and as I made my way to the floor, he jumped out from the dark, and grabbed Sanchez from behind and said to me, “If you ever want to see her alive again, you’ll lose that contest little girl. You know what I mean?“….I did. I had two choices….Win that contest so we could pay the rent, or throw it, and be Bubba’s wife….As she sat in the bleachers, she watched me walk out onto the floor, and with great courage, she stood up and said, “Give him HELL Ron. I got this” and with that, she Judo chopped the man in the face, then when he bent over, she slammed his head into the chairs in front of her. Being Germany, and a club, all the GI’s in attendance sensing a fight, stood up, and started throwing fisticuffs at anyone around them….Sanchez ran down the bleachers….and as the music started, she stood right in front of me, as “Lean on Me” by Club Neveau played over the speakers…and she started to dance….coaching me…as I stood transfixed on her….Slowly, I brought my hands up and made a fist in front of me, I then began to rotate them, as I swayed my hips to, “Some…times in your life, we all have pain….we all have sorrow, but if you are strong, you’ll know that there’s always tomorrow”, then as the LEAN ON ME part began, I GOT it….I got it and I danced my ass off like no one you’ve ever seen…and I WON that contest….

Later, as I collected the money, the police arrived to find that Bubba was really an Ex-boyfriend of your moms. He was trying to make her jealous….He was never going to marry me, he said. He just wanted her to see him with another woman, and make her want him, and as he was walked out the door, we could hear him say, “I would have gotten away with it, if it hadn’t been for her Judo Chop“. So you see boys, you mom saved me….she helped me win the contest that paid my rent, and saved my farm…..She gave me a new life, with new freedoms, and I’ll forever be grateful to her. Now, run along. Aunt Ronnie’s beer is getting cold. Good night boys. Next year, I’ll tell you the story of the time your mom saved the Queen….Happy Birthday to my very best friend, of 30yrs. I love you Boo. Thanks for saving my life…you mean the world to me. Happy Birthday Sanchez.…may 39 be better around this time, than it has been the last 9 years. Be Blessed.

Remember you set the Tone, you ARE the Example. BE KIND to each other. Show GRACE and MERCY to all those who cross your path today. With your Daily Affirmations complete, enjoy your Monday.

 

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Happy Birthday Doll

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Get Yourself a Man and a Boy 🙂

Happy Birthday Doll. I love you very much….Ronnie to “Doll” her Merrill.

It’s almost 7am, hubby and the babies are still in bed, and I’m hoping he’ll get to sleep in. I’m an early riser, so getting up early is no problem for me because I’m a napper, but for Merrill? Well, he has a Bears game at nap time and he has chosen to support the Monsters of the Midway…his hope is to sleep in, have me give him MY present, watch the Bears then nap in the chair later. LOL, I giggle at the memory of the day he called me BSC, then told me that was sexy to him…I think that’s pretty much why he’ll pull my chains on purpose….I’m no Psychiatrist, unless he wants me to dress up like one, but that kinds makes him weird too right? ….Happy Birthday Doll…….you’re just as dysfunctional as I am, but I love you so much.

Look, I don’t have a lot of time. There’s church to get to, study group at 10am, a Bears game at noon (Jacksonville blech), dinner, shopping and the required Nesquick per the Father’s Day agreement of 2014. I took a lot of crap from that post because many didn’t realize I very tongue-in-cheek….but I’m kinda serious….I mean, I am a good wife, and I am “required” to perform certain functions to keep my husband happy…right? Or don’t they teach that in HomeEc anymore….LOL, for those of you who chose to exercise your 1st Amendment Right admonishing me that I had set women’s rights back to the beginning of the 1900’s, let me say this, “Screw you”. Do I look unhappy?

On this, the anniversary of his day of birth, I simply must send his parents flowers, for even though I really DO hate his guts at times, I cannot imagine a life without him, so sex, my dear women friends is not forced, but given….and given freely. I am not required to have sex with him…well I am sorta….but all husbands you know….get it…on their birthdays….and please don’t report me. From the “You wanna piece of me” from Princess, to the “Hulk said Bitch” from Sweetness, this morning we had a “Daddy, I plugged my butt and farted” from Duchess….he’s so proud….His birthday, is his day, to get to have fun, and just be a sloppy, lazy, Bear-loving man, and by golly, I love him enough to give it to him…so no dear friends, I did not set women’s rights back a century, I…am simply….being empowered because I have a man whom loves and adores me….if you don’t….I’m sorry….Happy Birthday Doll….I don’t always want to, but today, I do…and I can’t wait….but I have to wait…cause the Bears play at noon, and they, my dear friends, TRUMP…go bitch about that. Anywho, I gotta go. He’s going to dress up in a brown shirt, brown shorts, and a brown hat then pretend deliver a package while I’m just getting out of the shower…..RELAX. I’m kidding….or am I? I’m empowered because of him….never get that sh*t twisted….Be Blessed.

Remember you set the Tone, you ARE the Example. BE KIND to each other. Show GRACE and MERCY to all those whom cross your path today. With your Daily Affirmations complete, enjoy your Sunday.

 

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Happy Birthday Princess

Happy Birthday Princess
Happy Birthday Princess

“Um, I’m pregnant”. Ronnie to her mother…..27 years, and 10 months ago….My mother was 40…

 

I was 18, a recent graduate from High School, had a good job at BK, and in one night of “I don’t know what” my life changed forever, and as if to solidify the lesson, the baby made me sick for 10 months. Oh, and for 10 months, she was a Christopher Phillip….Sheesh….Yes, you read that right…Germany doesn’t induce….I was pregnant 10 months to the day…vomiting….daily. On September 3 1989, Sanchez brings me a plate loaded with spicy chicken wings, “Here….this will make you have that baby”….on September 4, 1989…Labor Day (God is funny) I went into labor….had an emergency c-section….and brought into this world a 10lbs…healthy baby girl….my Princess….we’ve been through much together….Happy Birthday Princess….Mommy loves you.

She’s 27 today….I feel like out of the entire graduating class of 1988, I have the oldest baby….I might……yet…..I’m not a grandmother. LOL, I can wait. It’s all good. Princess was an only child for 17 years…then when Sweetness came along, she was graduating senior herself, having a baby when your baby is 17 is the best birth control EVER. Seriously, she graciously and willingly shared the parental spotlight with him….he adores her…she adores them….She’s smart, funny, intelligent, articulate, with an attitude every bit like her mother. I pray for her constantly….I actually have a lot of fun when I’m with her…..even arguing….she’s a lot of fun.

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The Kids of Veronica Philips

So, I’m sending out Mommy love shouts to my baby girl Princess, whom is every bit the American royalty I brought her up to be….It’s not arrogant….she’s earned that right. There’s a difference between being given everything, and being able to keep it! I advised her to, “Call life on it’s bluff…everyday” but then again, I’m older and wiser….she’ll get there….because she’s tenacious…..Okay, one final thought, Princess….call your mom, and come home more often…I mean….COME ON….”How busy can you be baby girl”? Gotta go, Happy Birthday Princess…I love you, adore you, cherish you…Have an amazing day in Chicago….I’ll call you later….Be Blessed.

Remember you set the Tone, you ARE the Example. BE KIND to each other. Show GRACE and MERCY to all those whom cross your path today. With your Daily Affirmations complete, enjoy your Sunday.

 

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Happy Birthday Duchess

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Happy Birthday Duchess
Happy Birthday Duchess

I wonder if she’s going to hate it like her older sister, or accept it like her older brother? I didn’t start writing until Princess was already grown and out on her own, and frankly, my writing about him, is all Sweetness has ever known. I guess we’ll be answering the question in hindsight 20 some odd years from now, but for now, it’s her day. Happy Birthday Duchess…..

Just in case you walked in late, Duchess is the successful result of what’s known as a Frozen Embryo Implant (IVF). She and her brother were taken from the same ovary at the same time. He was immediately transferred to me (Fresh Embryo Implant), she was put back for Cryopreservation. Six years, and several budget amendments later, we wanted to try again, but Science hadn’t progressed as quickly as my desires. We were told she would only have a 15% success rate of surviving…..sigh. Two embryo’s implanted, both took, one split. I miscarried her twins….but she….she survived….

She is my blogging bread and butter. She’s BSC, shows no fear, has a great deal of patience for revenge, and truthfully, there isn’t much feminine about her because she has an older brother who beats the crud out of her daily. Gathering the Guardian toys for the week, she happily said, “For me? Thank you Mommy”. Yep, The Duchess is a tomboy and I’m okay with that because it’s cheaper. Just give her a Nerf Gun, a Batman toy and Princess shoes (for the noise, not the style) and she’s happy. She’s just like me and I’m so proud of her. Happy Birthday Duchess. We love you so much. Gotta go. She just yelled from the back, “Yook at what I did”….that’s not good. Be Blessed. Remember you set the Tone, You ARE the Example. BE KIND to each other. Show GRACE and MERCY to all those who cross your path today. With your Daily Affirmations complete, enjoy your Thursday.

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