Hope everyone has a most merry St. Patrick's Day!
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Suppa Club!
For the past few months, we have been having a most delicious feast with 2 other couples, trading off hosting responsibilities and "visiting" epicurean delights of other regions and countries. Tonight the theme is "French Fowl".
Anyone who knows me is fully aware of myhopelessness inadequacy absolutely dreadful need for further practice in the culinary arts. So tonight my contribution to the whole meal (other than the wine) will be a bottle of the cheapest French dressing I could find. Palate pleasing? Not so much. But it's bringing me a giggle. Mais oui!
Anyone who knows me is fully aware of my
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Pullin' That Wagon
I have strep. Big, swollen, yucky strep. I feel absolutely LOUSY. Where's the marie-ment in that?
Well, I'll tell ya. The Mister is SO AMAZING. He is the chief cook and bottle washer, boy wrangler, and general keeps-the-house-going most of the time, but when I am down for the count, he steps it up even more. I don't have to do ANYTHING but take my antibiotics and get better. That's IT.
I've said before that things work better when all the horses in our family are pulling that wagon in the same direction. I'm so grateful that right now, when I'm just riding on the hay, our wagon keeps rolling forward. Thank you, Gorgeous! When I get disentangled from this sweaty lump, I owe you BIG TIME.
Well, I'll tell ya. The Mister is SO AMAZING. He is the chief cook and bottle washer, boy wrangler, and general keeps-the-house-going most of the time, but when I am down for the count, he steps it up even more. I don't have to do ANYTHING but take my antibiotics and get better. That's IT.
I've said before that things work better when all the horses in our family are pulling that wagon in the same direction. I'm so grateful that right now, when I'm just riding on the hay, our wagon keeps rolling forward. Thank you, Gorgeous! When I get disentangled from this sweaty lump, I owe you BIG TIME.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Puppy 500!
So Mister got up early to fit in a gym work-out before a long bike ride (I know!)and right after he left, the pooches decided to start running laps on, under, and around the bed. ZOOM! Puppy across the head! BANG! Rasslin' dogs slam into the footboard! BUH-DA BUH-DA BUH-DA the pounding of 8 paws on every inch of space in the room!
Well! Sounds like my precious little darlings needto be tossed into the yard a little outside time, so I stumble downstairs and let them out. BOTH of them immediately sat on the deck by the back door to be let back in. I give them a few minutes to TCB and then in they come. ZOOM! BANG! BUH-DA BUH-DA BUH-DA! Back outside. Sitting so sweetly. Back in. ZOOM! BANG! BUH-DA BUH-DA BUH-DA! Wha-at?!? Back outside. Sitting so sweetly! Lather, rinse, repeat!
And now?
The pooches are sleeping very sweetly. OUTSIDE. Awwww... :)
Well! Sounds like my precious little darlings need
And now?
The pooches are sleeping very sweetly. OUTSIDE. Awwww... :)
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Play Ball!
After much discussion, the Rascal has been signed up for tee ball. Is it wrong that I am looking more forward to watching his bench-warming shenanigans more than his hitting, running, and fielding?
More as the season unfolds!
More as the season unfolds!
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Balloon Boy Bounces!
subtitle "Chimps Use Tools"
The Rascal discovered a balloon in his Valentine loot this morning, and has been having more fun than a barrel of monkeys trying to keep it from hitting the ground:
At one point it drifted to the top of the TV, and he needed a little help getting it down (which I happily gave). Pretty soon, of course, it floated up there again. I said, "guess it will have to live there for a while", thinking he might be more careful with it from then on. But that little chimp found an unsharpened pencil and used the eraser end to coax the balloon to the edge where it fell off, bringing it within his reach. You go on, Curious George. Good on ya!
[And yes, he is still in his jammies and there is a day-old heart painted on his face. What? That's how we roll on a Saturday!]
The Rascal discovered a balloon in his Valentine loot this morning, and has been having more fun than a barrel of monkeys trying to keep it from hitting the ground:
At one point it drifted to the top of the TV, and he needed a little help getting it down (which I happily gave). Pretty soon, of course, it floated up there again. I said, "guess it will have to live there for a while", thinking he might be more careful with it from then on. But that little chimp found an unsharpened pencil and used the eraser end to coax the balloon to the edge where it fell off, bringing it within his reach. You go on, Curious George. Good on ya!
[And yes, he is still in his jammies and there is a day-old heart painted on his face. What? That's how we roll on a Saturday!]
Friday, February 5, 2010
It Takes a Village
Several years ago, we decided we wanted to be closer to family. A 28 hour car ride for a hurricane evacuation kind of sealed our decision. And here we are-- not right next door, but easily a day trip from both sides of our families.
What a blessing it is to have folks nearby who love our kiddos as much as we do. What a delight to see the excitement when we announce a visit is coming up. What a comfort to not even think about calling to check up because our confidence and faith in the well being of our children is so absolute given the company they keep.
I would like to think that ALL families are so supportive and caring; what a shame that isn't the case. I always hope that folks who do not have the same lovin' spoonful that we do at least have a core group of friends who are even better than blood related. Whatever type of village you live in, {{hugs}} to you. And three cheers for family!
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