its wednesday, chilyy but delightful..

It is a chiily day in New York, especially up in the so called country where i live, I'am a city girl at heart grew up playing ring a levio , johnny -ride- a- pony- all that good stuff.
when I moved up here I taught all the kids to play double dutch  scully, thenI remembered my own words, big people weren't suppose to play with kids !
I wasnt like that bu did the kids parents think I was ??
They didnt they trusted me,I watched them grow to be beautiful adults and still see them to this day. That was great for them that they had the "proctector "
I didnt ..neither did Debbie P.
Isnt it a sad stae when people choose to call you " crazy "  because you tell the truth even you own sister ! Cathie believed me for she knew. she wasntstrong though, ultimatly ,shes not here anymore & I sure do miss her...love ya girl !

how does one live with themself knowing thy are surrounded by evil  deny me for I tell the truth..better off for me I guess, maybe they became the bad guy from learnt behavior, I dont know & wouldnt let my kids be around to find out.
I made my own lil family & am happy with the decision not to be around THEM.. peopledo wonder, they say you have a da, a sister a brother all those uncles why dont you talk to them...I dont tell..
I worked it out myself & I'm comfortable wih my choices.
but I do tell you..dad do you see this. remembr the day we had to go to court & Mommy said, DONT tell what he did , they will put him away forever, she was so weak, R.I.P. mom you satyed in the belly of the beast. I tried to tell you to leave but I was so little.
anyway in court I was dressed so nicley I got up n the chair like a big girl,  the judge started to ask me questions, I really didnt know what to say I knew I couldnt lie cause I went to catholic school & we were good girls..haha.
so I cried, the judge knew  Dad di go away for a bit & they lied said he had to work out of town...
everyone knew though, but they kept their secret faces on.
when I got older I called dad & his new wife & asked to talk, they had no part of it, they also call me crazy...oh thow do theyive with themselves!
aunt B knows her & I are up here in the same town, she knows..never called me crazy..Her pancakes were the only ones I could ever eat, but she knew never to make me wear flannel pajamas !
but she always says, how could they be so happy & still alive after all they have done.. I always say their not happy aunt B , you know they play that game of make believe.. we got out, we are the happy ones...

I've been bless, I have 4 beautiful kids and 1 grand, who is pricless, & sister nevr ot one, brother too.he has 1 girl, but ya know, never go near aubt P she is crazy as a loon..I hope they dont play hide & go seek with her , right deb  p
Im happy to have vented today..I guess this will be the book i never wrote " Syrup on my flannel pajamas"  but its ok..I knw things happen for a reson...
goin for a walk now, so crispout so sunny.. my dog just loves it,a a mans best friends or should I say ladys.....
have a great day folks & always watch your kids, adults shoudnt play with kids,,its just not normal...I trusted myself, I knew what they do .
the procteter. PEACE.