16: Inches of snow left in the “shady corner” of my front yard.
2: Daffodils ready to explode, any minute.
4: Kids home for Spring Break!
9: The hour I require them to be out of bed.
13: Tiny tomato plants growing in the egg carton beside my kitchen window. (Averaging 3 new ones a day, YIPEEEE!)
5: Exclamation points...
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Category Archives: sillinessI saw some. Yesterday, as I was picking up Kid 4 from his buddy’s house, I stepped out of the Mighty MiniVan, right into one of my favorite things: Squishy, squelchy mud. Oh, mud. I love you. I love your fudge-brownie color. I love your smell — that mix of dirt, mulch, water and hope. Hope... I don’t particularly like being in charge. I love having other people I can turn and point to, either when something is great or when a major disaster happens. I love having Husband – for so many reasons, but also so I can say, “Ask Dad. Tell Dad. Go cry to Dad.” I am not... So today I went to the bank. I may or may not have needed to cover an overdraft, and if I did, that’s none of your business. So I’m in the bank, and I hand over the business to the cute teller girl. She said, with a shy smile, “Um, I need to tell you... I just checked that “Where’s My Stuff” page at Amazon and found that my books are scheduled to arrive the day after I leave for my trip. (The trip to Hawaii. That trip.) So here’s an experiment. How’s about we all pick one, or two, or all of these: pray my package arrives early Ironing. I hate it. Not the doing of it, precisely, but the time it takes away from anything really fulfilling. Like eating marshmallows right out of the bag, or reading a book, or painting my toenails.* But, hey – I’m not one to complain about an unpleasant task when instead I can make said task more... My friend Cindy just sent me this. If you’re a New Moon fan (or if you’re not, but know the story) this is a good way to spend five minutes laughing. Last night, after a few family board games, Husband and I snuck into the office* so he could show me some photos he’s been working on. Have I mentioned that he’s brilliant, photo-wise? He also started blogging **recently, but it’s mostly pretty, pretty photos (the words come, too, though). Anyway, so the Kids were playing... |