HAPPY VALENTINES DAY JEANNETTE, MY NETTLE POODLE

  Her Valentines Day blanket to cover her gently as she rested.  The times spent with her were very precious to me. 


Happy Valentines day to my beloved Jeannette who is in Heaven.


Cupcakes were her favorite.  She loved her Valentines cupcakes the best. 


Hot chocolate, cupcakes, comfy throw blankets, mint chocolate ice-cream, snuggling with her children all around her on the couch, kisses from her puppy and two kittens, walking her children to school, shopping until she dropped, talking on the phone with her sister, mother and brother, getting her drink on with her best friends, Tina, Mona, Sarah, Tatiana, and many more, dressing up in latest styles, wearing her pearl earrings, getting pedicure and manicure, eating out and most of all hanging out in Fresno with her mommy. 


Thoughts of her on this 2015  Valentines Day.


Loving her, missing her. 

MY BABY

 Wish it was November 5, 1971.  My beautiful baby was born that day.  Jeannette Eileen was such a blessing in my life.  From the moment I brought her home I knew she was all that I needed to feel loved.  She depended on me for everything and it was a joy to do it all for her.  My baby was the world to me.  If I could go back in time I would not have gone to work so soon and instead I would have been a stay at home mommy to her. 

A GREAT SUNDAY AFTERNOON

Sunday afternoon and feeling good having the whole family around me.  Family is everything to me.  Five of us were in the kitchen this morning cooking up a big breakfast for the whole family.  Everyone pitched in to help.  My granddaughters are amazing young ladies and are always eager to help in any way.  Just a few weeks ago we had all gathered to celebrate Diana's birthday.  Beautiful memories were made. 


This past week attended the funeral of the father of a good friend.  It was held in my hometown of Corcoran.  During the eulogy of her beloved father, Ruben Flores Sr., I couldn't help but shed a few tears for him.  I remember growing up and witnessing what a very good and kind father he was to his children.  One day in particular, my friend Beatrice came to my home asking me if I could go to the lake with her family.  I could see from the screen door a truck load of people, bikes, barbeque equipment and boxes full of food.  Everything to make a great day on a hot afternoon weekend.  I reluctantly asked my father (who was the strictest father in the world at that time) if I could go.  Of coarse he yelled out "NO".  Then my friend pushed passed me at the door and went up to my dad and asked him why.  He said there was plenty of chores to do and that I could not go.  All I remember is seeing my friend and her awesome dad and other family members drive off down the street and to highway 43.  I closed the door and began to cry.  I envied Beatrice for having such a fun dad.  That is what I remember about Mr. Flores.  The people of Corcoran remember him for so many other awesome things and his immediate family remember him as the best dad and granddad ever. 


That is something my own children and grandchildren will never ever say about their dad and grandpa.