~NEW BEGINNING'S ~

This is daughter #3 and her sweet husband.  Mary is #6 of my seven children.  The two young adults you see in the background are her daughter and son..(one is married and not at home)

They have a tiny doggie we call "Pepper" and he is now 15 years old.  They pretty much carry him around in his little bed as he sometimes gets confused..(sorta like me:)

Little Pepper in his sweater. Rory in her St. Patricks day kerchief laying outside the back patio door waiting for us to open it and let them inside. It was raining out and cold. I had just washed and dried Peppers little sweater and slipped it on him..and if doggies can smile..he smiled all over the place!

Rory is huge but such a sweetie.  She has NO idea how big she is and clammored up on the couch and half sat on my lap as she watch the activity outside the livingroom window where son in law and grandson were loading the moving truck with things stored in our garage..

THIS is Giada.  She was a stray that grandson, Eian, rescued from a work site where he and his father were working.  She was half starved with her ribs sticking out when he brought her home.  She was approximately 3 or four months old.  She is now 8 months old and has nearly doubled in size and is busy, busy, busy!!!  They had a HUGE kennel for her that they put in our dining room.  :) 

FINALLY, she paused ..oh grief!  What is she eating!!!  A concrete chunk??  Poo? 
*yelled..no SCREAMS for grandson*  

...and this is "Meep."  He is Mary's little finch.  You can see I put wall paper on the back side of the cage to save my newly painted wall. :) 

Sadly, my daughter and her little family are victims of our economy in peril and have left the town they both grew up in.  I am so saddened by what has happened to them. 
B of A cheated them so badly that it's difficult to for me to think of all they did. The forgery or robo signing as it is called.
The total fraud they commited.  My daughter fought and fought but they have more money and lawyers and after a three year battle, B of A pulled something so strange that it's difficult to believe.  They actually BOUGHT my daughters home ...and they  were supposed to be the owners but their name was not on it..so they bought it from...who?  We don't know.  No matter.  It's done now.

They stayed with us for just two nights and two days and then moved into an apartment..yes, with the animals and the bird. 

Our last days here together were  as nice as they could be under the circumstances.  They were worn out from moving.  I made spaghetti, salad, garlic bread, brownies for dessert.  They seemed to cheer up a bit..but my heart broke for them.
Later a rousing game of Domino's had us actually laughing!

No one likes to hear a sad story..and I am sorry, but it's what is going on in my life! 
I escape to your blogs out there for good food, decorating idea's, gorgeous gardens and warmth of your friendship and kindness. Sometimes I think we bloggers keep each other going.

No one is whining here..because we KNOW one day things will turn around. 
Everything happens for a reason and I know,  I truely KNOW,  that God has wonderful things planned for my daughter and her little family.
It was hard to watch that moving truck pull out of our driveway and turn in the oposite direction they always go...
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I planted pansies today..weeded, moved my big red wagon out of the shed, filled it with flowers for the patio, painted two bird cages, slice a half lug of strawberries and got them ready to have for breakfast..I kept my mind and body busy.

And on that note I will try and forget how much I already miss my precious daughter just being two miles or so down the road... and popping her little head in with her baked goodies!

I won't cry anymore and my daughter won't cry anymore.  We won't give them the satisfaction.
But...my brave daughter will fight on! 
:)
Here's to new beginnings, to new friends and to remembering that when one door closes another door opens. 
But it hurts to see your children hurting so badly.  She loved her home and I think it will hurt her heart when she thinks of it, for the rest of her life. She raised her children in that house.  There were new babies brought there, weddings, showers, every holiday we gathered and held hands and prayed together.  My daughter's home is where my family all gathered...always.  We will miss that.
Even worse than anything I think, is watching my hard working son in law quietly struggling to keep his family going.  I've known him since he was 12 years old and playing on a skate board.
Everything he worked for since age 16 is gone!    

Love and hugs to you,
Mona

Remind me to tell you of a few positive things about all of this... :)  Sorry this was so long.