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flowers layout powered by HOT FreeLayouts.com / MyHotCommentsMyspace...my ego...a place to vent, confess, laugh, remember, keep up with friends, family, and keep hope alive...My profile may have to much information, but it is intended for my Grand Daughters...who may want to know about Gramma Sparrow...almost every feeling I have ever had can be matched to a song like...back in 1990 when I still lived in Sonoma County California (and had no plans to leave there) one of my favorite songs was Michelle Shocked's "When I Grow Up" ...I want to be an old woman...then I think I want to find myself an old man...a really old man...In the summer we'll sit in a field and watch the sun melt...In the winter we'll sit by a fire and watch the moon freeze...and sure enough...that's the life we have when we are living at our place in the Colorado Rocky Mountians...The really old man I married is my Husband Rene "Doc" Salazar, just kidding about the really old man part, lol...he's only 13 years older than me. He has three grown children,I have one Son, Larry... together we have eight beautiful, perfect grandchildren we love and enjoy very much, with one more on the way!!! I do Kundalini Yoga about three days a week,on Rene's buffalo hide (he ate all the buffalo)and we have his skull (the buffalo's) hanging on our wall..along with a set of moose antlers that Rene got while he lived in Wasilla Alaska (he ate the moose too)I try not to eat mammals...One day, my 35 year old Son, and only child, told me that he sometimes wishes he could go back to his childhood. He said "It was so much fun, and carefree with no stress"...Thank you Larry, that says a lot about how I raised you. If I knew then what I know now, I would've been an even better Mom...but now we have no relationship, because...A Daughter is a Daughter for the rest of her life. A Son is a Son until he takes a Wife...and my Son took a wife...(Merle Haggard's song, "Mamma Tried" should be playing here, lol) In 1989 my own Mamma Tried to tell me to accept Dave Pardee's marriage proposal, a multi-millionaire, who lived in the best part of my hometown of Santa Rosa, Ca. He had a huge collection of classic cars, and had little chihuahua dogs that he entered into dog shows. Who knows how my life would've been...much easier I bet...(and I wouldn't have met all those weirdos!) I'm still a happy woman, but I'll never forget how Mamma tried to tell me..."Rita, marry that man!"...I love you Mamma!Girls just wanna have fun! And this Gramma is still a groovy girl, with a warm heart, and good intentions. (but like the old saying goes...The road to Hell, is paved with good intentions, or gold, something like that, you know what I mean) ...My two oldest Granddaughters Angela, and Sarah will remember me hopping out of bed every morning singing ...Good morning starshine, the Earth says hello, you twinkle above us, you twinkle below...OR...Good morning...morning! Hello sunshine, wake up sleepy head! I'm the luckiest Gramma, in the whole U.S.A...I guess that makes me a morning person :)God willing, I plan on living a very long happy, healthy, prosperous life...so I can see my Granddaughters become beautiful young ladies, and hopefully have Great Grandchildren!I'm placing a profile on my space for my three precious Granddaughters. They may want to contact me someday. We had such great plans, getting together every Saturday, for years. Until their Mom...my daughter in law MAGDA... dropped a bomb on us. Sending me a hateful letter, saying..."We are tired of your stupid childish games" (I beg your pardon, I only play stupid childish games like Candy Land, hide-n-seek, etc...with people who love me) "Do not contact us, or come over" she wrote, and "Have a wonderful life Rita!!!" Magda, why do you eliminate me, at my weakest moments? The last time, while my Son was in Iraq. This time while I was struggling with my Husband Rene's bipolar disorder, and my Son was living away from home AGAIN... Not because of the war, but because of his new career. I wonder what Dr. Phil would say about the stupid childish games, as a reason to keep me away from my Granddaughters...I think he would ask..."Magda, can you be more specific?"Rene remembers me telling him..."I must see Angela, Sarah, and Jessica every chance I get, and take as many pictures of them as I can, because I never know when their parents will eliminate me again." I wish I had told my Granddaughters, "If I stop seeing you, it isn't because I want to" MAGDA, Heaven help me, I love you, and forgive you. Will you forgive me? Grandchildren are God's way of compensating us for growing old. To deprive children and Grandparents that joy, love and bond, is not good for anyone.My friend Chis asked...how long have I known Jesus as my Lord...Well, when I was 10 years old I saw my 3 year old little brother Johnny killed by a drunk driver, right before my eyes. It was devastating. For the first time ever, a Pastor came to me. He explained to me that my beloved little brother was with Jesus in Heaven. I'll never forget how suddenly a very peaceful feeling came over me. I felt such a love for Jesus, kind of like the love I felt for my Gramma, and I knew someday I would see my brother again. I have loved Jesus as my Lord, and I have never felt alone since that day. As a child I thought the Pastor was a real person, but now I wonder if he was an Angel, because my Mom and Dad don't remember him.Jesus has always answered my prayers, and that is why when one door closes, I open a box of brownie mix...and remember...this too shall pass, and...I will not lose myself in what happens here on Earth. I still feel a profound connection to Jesus, my spirit, Son, Granddaughters, family and friends...SO, even though I walk through a valley filled with my own stupid mistakes, I fear no evil...For thou art with me, and you give me Comfort and Joy even in the presence of my enemies.UPDATE...12-16-2008...I had a Christmas miracle happen while our wonderful Realtor, Renee Buckhoff, took us to see the first house for sale in Spring Tx. I saw my Son Larry's truck, and his wife Magda's mini van, in a driveway...sure enough they lived there, and I got to see my Granddaughters! Prayers and dreams really do come true.