Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Hello Sunshine!
Hello Sunshine. Nice of you to visit. Please stay a while. We've missed you and your rays. Tell Clouds and Rain we appreciate their contribution... but just between us they don't know when to leave. Talk about rude. Geez.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Turning Three
Dylan's 3rd birthday is in a few weeks and he wants a giant on his cake.
"A giant?" I asked.
He replied, "Yes, Mommy. Fe, fi, fo, fum!"
Thankfully, a friend has agreed to make a giant cake. Bless her! I was explaining this to Dylan and I said, "She makes really delicious cakes."
He said, "Mommy, you make really delicious cereal."
"A giant?" I asked.
He replied, "Yes, Mommy. Fe, fi, fo, fum!"
Thankfully, a friend has agreed to make a giant cake. Bless her! I was explaining this to Dylan and I said, "She makes really delicious cakes."
He said, "Mommy, you make really delicious cereal."
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
For Hubby
Waste
by Phish
Don't want to be an actor pretending on the stage
Don't want to be a writer with my thoughts out on the page
Don't want to be a painter 'cause everyone comes to look
Don't want to be anything where my life's an open book
A dream it's true
But I'd see it through
If I could be
Wasting my time with you
Don't want to be a farmer working in the sun
Don't want to be an outlaw always on the run
Don't want to be a climber reaching for the top
Don't want to be anything where I don't know when to stop
A dream it's true
But I'd see it through
If I could be
Wasting my time with you
So if I'm inside your head
Don't believe what you might have read
You'll see what I might have said
To hear it
Come waste your time with me
Come waste your time with me
So if I'm inside your head
Don't believe what you might have read
You'll see what I might have said
To hear it
Come waste your time with me
Come waste your time with me
Come waste your time with me
Come waste your time with me
Come waste your time with me
by Phish
Don't want to be an actor pretending on the stage
Don't want to be a writer with my thoughts out on the page
Don't want to be a painter 'cause everyone comes to look
Don't want to be anything where my life's an open book
A dream it's true
But I'd see it through
If I could be
Wasting my time with you
Don't want to be a farmer working in the sun
Don't want to be an outlaw always on the run
Don't want to be a climber reaching for the top
Don't want to be anything where I don't know when to stop
A dream it's true
But I'd see it through
If I could be
Wasting my time with you
So if I'm inside your head
Don't believe what you might have read
You'll see what I might have said
To hear it
Come waste your time with me
Come waste your time with me
So if I'm inside your head
Don't believe what you might have read
You'll see what I might have said
To hear it
Come waste your time with me
Come waste your time with me
Come waste your time with me
Come waste your time with me
Come waste your time with me
Monday, March 9, 2009
Home
I had a loverly weekend at my mama's house. The weather was vacation-like and I did not cook the entire weekend! Mom prepared homemade scalloped potatoes and Greek chicken one night, meatloaf and green beans the next, and the last night we enjoyed delicious steak, baked sweet potatos and salad. YUMMERS!! Now I need to consider Jenny Craig because not only did I have three square (more like octagon) meals a day I indulged on Girl Scout cookies and ice cream. What is it about being "home" that makes one think one can eat like a teenager?
Each night before bed I went through shoe boxes filled with old letters, report cards, and diaries. Hilarious!! According to all the intellectual documentations I had a crush on a different boy every other week, worried about book reports and math tests, and questioned love and marriage. The letters covered a time period from 7th grade to my last year of college, as did my report cards, and the diaries spanned from 1992 to 1995 which was high school. I had no idea that these time capsules were kept and in good condition. What's even more surprising is that my mama still talks to me...after all the trouble I gave her in my teen years:)
Each night before bed I went through shoe boxes filled with old letters, report cards, and diaries. Hilarious!! According to all the intellectual documentations I had a crush on a different boy every other week, worried about book reports and math tests, and questioned love and marriage. The letters covered a time period from 7th grade to my last year of college, as did my report cards, and the diaries spanned from 1992 to 1995 which was high school. I had no idea that these time capsules were kept and in good condition. What's even more surprising is that my mama still talks to me...after all the trouble I gave her in my teen years:)
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Life with Rio
Rio is our cat. She got kicked out of the house and her crib when Dylan was born. She is a skilled hunter and snake keep-away-er.
Sometimes when it's really cold outside and Hubby is at work she will "sneak" into the house and drink milk from my cereal bowl. As a token of appreciation yesterday she left me a bird by the back steps. Isn't that sweet?
Dylan saw it first as we were headed to a friend's house. He wondered, "Why isn't that bird flying, Mommy?"
"Ahh! Don't step on him! Oh, dear. Umm. That bird can't fly, baby," was my response.
He said, "Oh, o.k.," and proceded to climb in our car.
Sometimes when it's really cold outside and Hubby is at work she will "sneak" into the house and drink milk from my cereal bowl. As a token of appreciation yesterday she left me a bird by the back steps. Isn't that sweet?
Dylan saw it first as we were headed to a friend's house. He wondered, "Why isn't that bird flying, Mommy?"
"Ahh! Don't step on him! Oh, dear. Umm. That bird can't fly, baby," was my response.
He said, "Oh, o.k.," and proceded to climb in our car.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Embrace Your Grace
Saving Grace is one of my favorite TV shows! Grace is a powerful, pint-sized character played perfectly by Holly Hunter (love, love, love her). I wish I knew someone who had the same passion for life as Grace. If you saw it last night, most of the people I know are more like her suburban-ista sister, me included:)
If you are unfamiliar, Holly's character has teen-age fearlessness but with chops to back it up. Grace is an Oklahoma detective often guided by Earl, a beer drinking angel, and she deals wholeheartedly with her co-workers each episode. Check it out, it's thought provoking and highly entertaining, on TNT Monday nights at 10PM.
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