John has a term of endearment for Bianca. Lady. 
I adore cardinals. So did my mother. Below is a poem about a memory of her and cardinals.
Vivid Red
There was a morning,
a snowy, freezing morning,
long ago – decades ago -
when you called me to the kitchen window.
Outside was a male cardinal,
his color stunning against the snow.
Such a simple event,
yet the memory is as vivid as his red.
That was the day I realized
that you saw the beauty, too.
(c)2006 Susan Sonnen
When we lived in Olathe, Kansas, I kept bird feeders outside our kitchen window. A pair of cardinals stopped by each day. We named them Mr. And Mrs. Bridge.
Any time that I see a cardinal, I consider it a good omen.
John’s girlfriend, Bianca (isn’t that a beautiful name?), called this afternoon and told me that John’s car had been vandalized and his CD player stolen. John came by shortly after that and showed me the damage to Susie. Her passenger window is gone. The twits felt it necessary to leave a few dents on her body. They scratched up the trunk trying to break into it. They were obviously very young as they only took the radio. Although, they did try to steal the car. I forget what he said the damage was to the starter/steering wheel/and whatever else. But we know that they were young because they only took the CD player. He had his camcorder and amp in the back window. They are still there. Jerks. He’s worked so hard on that car.
Gross! I was just rubbing my eye and it made this disgusting squishy, watery sound! BLECH!!! I have the heebie-jeebies! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!
Just thought that I would share.
Yesterday was wonderful! I was blessed to have all five of my children together for Mother’s Day. Pictures were taken, but I’ll have to upload/download/sidewaysload them later.
We went to my mother’s grave. I left a note and a rose for her.
We made a video, sans Rebekah. She had already gone back to Chris’ house.
We watched The Illusionist. It is one of my favorite movies.
We had dinner and cheesecake. I opened my cards and gifts: a beautiful Mother locket, a Chicken Soup book, Pepsi and straws, slippers and Hempz!
Words cannot even come close to expressing the love that I have for my children. And as it is 6 am, there really is no point in me trying! Suffice it to say that they are my world.
I didn’t hear from John Mark today. Vamp was probably called off due to rain. I need to call both of the boys tonight. And talk to Hannah and Elizabeth about tomorrow’s plans (if any). Then I will call Rebekah and let her know what time she should come over.
I hope that it’s sunny and warm tomorrow.
Elizabeth dodged a bullet tonight. Her cell phone fell into her ruby red grapefruit juice. Don’t ask. The good news is that it still works.
The big David Cook parade is today in Blue Springs. My plans? I’ll be hitting the grocery store while 10,000 members of my community are on the other side of town!
The first time that I heard him sing was just this week! And he is quite talented. I suppose that I just am not an enthusiastic American Idol fan (well, duh) as I have no great desire to attend his parade and mini-concert at one of the high schools. In contrast, my daughters, Hannah and Elizabeth, are already awaiting his appearance on the parade route!
I do wish David Cook well. Go David! Our Hometown Idol…
Today, in Blue Springs, a four year old boy was run over by a Rent-a-Center truck and killed.
I know this because the news came on the television. I normally do not have the TV set to a news station for this very reason: I don’t want to watch it. It is heartbreaking and infuriating.
Stories such as this always grab my attention and leave me without any sense of balance for a time. And as always, I thank God that my boy was spared. Again, I thank God. And I pray that He wraps His arms around the mother of the four year old boy, comforting her as only He can. I pray that she is open to His comfort, if not now, then soon. I have been as close to the grief that she is feeling as one can be without having actually lost a child. For an hour on the night of July 31/August 1, 2004, I lived without knowing if my son was dead or alive.
Elizabeth and I just took Isabella Blue for a walk, trying to train her to behave like a well-mannered lady. She prefers to behave like a crazed monkey. She was making Indian (Native American) whooping sounds in response to the calls of other dogs tonight!
Kyle was right. The walk did us good.
