Good morning said the rose, as i saw her glowing, the sun warming her Petals, she greeted me.. a single beam of light shown upon her. The ends of her petals orange, like a peach, as the inside of her, exposed her inner beauty, yellow, bright cheery, like the sun that beamed in on her.. as if to hear her sing a song, good morning sunshine..like a microphone, blasting out her joy to be noticed, photographed like a starlet, here in the hills of hollywood this devine day.. and what shall it bring.. as passer bys, too, notice her loveliness… and she hoped they would.. Rose, just loves attention.. she beams brighter in the light of admirers, better then the sun alone..

i must write this morn to apologize.. i have not updated u all on my journey, seemingly distant from the actual road, yet i see it, stretching before me.. wide as the california freeway.. 7 lanes, beckoning to write of my most recent adventure..

i have signed up with a writing coach, which has been of the utmost inspiration.. writing away.. The things, that as always, come to my mind.. i love it.. and i know because of this blog, and my experience in writing it.. this was a destination to drive towards.. I had no idea i was a writer, really, maybe kept in the deepest parts of my soul waiting it's artistic turn .. behind photography, jewelry design, and art works created so many years ago.. which i certainly wanted to re-address, now that , put on hold, for this, that i can take anywhere. Write, I hear from the heavens..

once at the garlic festival in delray i was set up next to a psychic and she told me , unsolicited, as i rarely believe those charlatans, u r a writer, are u writing now.. i said no.. and here some years later, i am.. not because she said that but just because of a silly cruel email from a supposed friend.. I might, from afar, still regard him as a friend, only friends can bring out ur best, and worst!! better to channel the best, and use the energy u receive that is negative, and turn it into a positive.. it is the way to go.. i know for some it is a difficult place to go.. when the world is beating u up, the economy, our busy
schedules, the crap that happens.. well i'm here to tell you re-channel. should u be having trouble with that.. try try again..

make every effort to see the sun shinning.. the beams of light, as it peeps through the clouds, like god ascending there, and back again..

it is christmas, for some, i took a gander at a photo gallery on msn of the lights from around the world, in all their glory, what we do as humans, to appreciate, the loveliness of lights.. wonder what it is about that.. I once thought about why we r so entranced by sparkling gem stones and glittery things, both men and women..it is because we love to see the glistening light upon the water, and the tree leaves.. all around us the energy the plants put off when we take even a second to notice.. that's all it takes, to put the light in our steps as we go on our merry way towards the unknown day..

take a breath my dear readers, glory in the beauty of the sun, or absence of, that too lovely.. and embrace your loved ones, make time to see those u want to be with, as though the chance may never happen again..and enjoy being with yourself.. your best friend always.. and worst enemy, ur thoughts of doubt, be gone..

love andrea..

will start to add tid bits of writings and the joy it brings me, i wish will do the same for you..

Get the box of tissues, I sure needed them!!!

My dear friends, I never forward these kinds of things, frankly I never forward much of nothing these days..  simply, not only do I not have time to read them, at the moment, but, I don't like to burden friends with frivolous shit.. but yesterday.. I found out that one of my very best friend's son, whom I've know, since he was a boy of 9, will be sent to Afghanistan..in August.. I have had the privilege of thanking soldiers at airports, and fairs.. I once met a vet from pearl harbor, and my dad was in world war II.. at the young age of 17.. 

I am not for this war..  but I am for the men and women, who choose to go.. I'm behind them.. as they have our backs, or so we are all told, that's why they are there.. 

I could hardly breath to find this news out about Rick's son, Ricky, the little boy who once sang to me at my booth, one sunny morn, at Dick and Ellies flea market," I believe I can fly", and in that moment I held back tears, at his innocence and beauty, just a boy.. sweet.. I never ever forgot that moment, and had a chance to share that with he and his dad, last year when they, together, drove from mass to Phoenix last summer, while madeline and I texted them, for their entire 4 day trip, sending them music, and laughs, to keep them up and driving safely.. 

Ricky will be on tour, for 8 months.. in a foreign country, where no one really likes us, in an unending, war..

I LOVE U RICK, AND RICKY.. 
MY HEART, LOVE AND PRAYERS WILL BE ALWAYS ON THE TOP OF MY WISH LIST, TO GOD.. PLEASE BE SAFE.. OR BETTER YET MOVE TO CANADA!!!  HA HA HA

DAMB.. 

WITH ALL MY LOVE
ANDREA AND CREW.. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XWW8Hexv-DQ i believe i can fly..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5_P6yU_ymFM&feature=share:

check out these videos, they now have even more substance..

Ah, again i write, what must be the 10th version of this blog.. never so far have i had so much trouble telling a story.. it's not that i didn't write but every time i read what i wrote it was negative..

when in fact, everything is good, it is truly unbelievable.... we r blessed..

spaghetti fest was a huge success.. the company was un matched!!! Leslie came with her husband Jiro and kai their son, it was an immense pleasure to see them again, after all these months... Bill was of coarse the reason for such a success, as he did all the errand running i could not, with house straightening, and cooking, no different than any ordinary thanksgiving, out side of the fact that it was the day before, nov 24th, the one year anniversary of my mothers rebirth!!in any event it was an event, maybe something to build upon here.. Lisa aka miss Armani, nicknamed that by Jeff, a no show, and who missed him!!! who's name was brought up more, than anyone else's, if we should all admit !! Jeff is a story onto itself, maybe one day i can go into it, in more detail.. walter, Lisa's son, whom i've know a life time or so..

Cassie, right on time, in a panic to be here at 6:09 pm as i was thinking of that moment as, significant frankly it is, ying and yang.. the hour my mother departed.. if u remove the hug in between the 6 and the 9 ... 69. i suppose their could be another significance but i doubt it!!!

Roseanne, oh yes she too a former roommate, one who lived Roots way, once upon a time.. and a friend indeed, so funny, just love her company.. insisted we watch jeopardy, as Root had with her, and so we did, and Cassie, Bill, Roseanne, and myself, madeline on the outskirts, watched .. as Roseanne chimed out nearly every answer correctly, and Cassie too, Bill got a several, even madeline got some, and myself, nothing!! hahahaha.. i was so mesmerized by them i could hardly catch the question.. just goes to show what a real education can do for u.. Just gives me more incentive to learn, more..

Hikeim came, and when he walked in the door, the man i describe as his feet don't touch the ground.. don't ask me why.. i felt my mother enter my body just to hug him, in a way i can not explain, and i swear he knew it to..

Interesting, Elliot showed up, now i've known elliot since i once lived in connecticut.. when i was 18-19.. after high school graduation, i moved to conn where my mom was at that time, .. a long story to come for sure.. elliot reminded me of things, i could hardly believed he remembered, about my boyfriend at the time, what the fuck was his name? shit, oh now theres a meaning full relationship..and so many other details.. what a treasure to have had this group to share thanksgiving with.. in a whole new way..

now for one other observation, i invited a huge amount of people, and i certainly wasn't expecting everyone.. funny in my mind as i thought of the eve my mom departure, when it was time to take her down stairs to her white limo, fitting, we were a total of 13 emotional Mafia, including her, our great leader!!! ha ha ha when u include the crew and i, it was 13 again.. a bakers dozen!!

Well it is my honor to have spent this wonderful day with u all and all those that from afar.. were here in spirit, i have received many emails from far and near with my mother, in their thoughts, and in turn us.. it is something one can never say thank u enough for ..

Andrea and Crew