I'm all the wealthy

Something is starting to occur to me in my “old” age. I’m poor. POOR POOR POOR. Most of my clothes are YEARS old. My jewelry and shoes are from ebay. My dishes are cracked. My couches have holes. My makeup is from the grocery store. My panties are warn. My coat is from Target. I make scrambled eggs for my family for dinner at least once a week. And I love Ramen.

BUT? I am SUPER WEALTHY. Super. I have a husband that is CRAZY about me. I have a brown eyed son that is happy and has a great round Italian body that I love to hug and kiss. I have 2 cats that I adore. My parents are alive and young and LOVE me. And my Sister? Forget about it. She is amazing. I could say hate or complain words to her every day and she’d still listen. She even came home at midnight one New Years Eve when I was sad to kiss ME at midnight, then back out she went. I have aunts and uncles and friends… I am soooo wealthy.

I am a daughter, grand daughter, great grand daughter, mother, wife, sister, aunt, daughter in law, sister in law, niece and friend.

Poor will come and go (hopefully mostly go). But this wealth of mine will last a lifetime.

Goodbye Uncle Dennis

Uncle Dennis passed away this weekend. Very very sad. My heart goes out to his family and his sweet daughters.

Here is how we should all remember Uncle Dennis. (the following story may be messed up a bit as I was in my early teens when it happened) One summer day he was driving down the road and saw a beautiful blonde girl (Aunt Michelle) driving next to him. He was pulled up next to her at a light and didn't know what to do or say. Both of their windows were down and he KNEW he couldn't let her get away.

What did he come up with?

"Want a bite?" (he said to her out his window, gesturing to his hamburger)

Classic. and it worked. They got together, eventually married, and had two beautiful daughters.

Go Uncle Dennis.

We will miss you.