She Sings

Aaron just bought us tickets to the local high school Chamber Choir madrigal feast.
It seems fitting that my friend from High School posted the cd of my own Chamber Choir to facebook. I'm guessing that only my parents, sisters, and fellow Chamber alum will appreciate these, but I just had to post a few songs that immediately take me back 10 years, to the choir room where I spent a good portion of my high school days.

Sircut Cervus (will always be my fave.)

Deamon Irrepit Callidus (mom, you'll remember this one)

Kasar Mie la Gahji (Everyone hated the hours upon hours that we spent counting the rhythms and being frustrated with the stupid time changes. I remember that I loved performing it, and even though it was a freaking weird song, I was a better musician because of it)

Dhutvoy Blahghi (we performed in Grace Cathedral in San Francisco. I don't think any of us could forget the experience of singing, there).

Thoughts:
1) It seems like a joke that I was ever even capable of singing Soprano I, what were they thinking? I got smart by the end of my senior year, and started begging for Soprano II parts.
2) Listening to these tracks, and the others that my friend posted on Facebook, really made me miss singing.
3) Listening to these tracks also reminds me of my friend, Katie. She was killed in a car accident a few years after High School. She was a very gifted and dedicated musician. She was a funny, quirky girl, and a loyal friend. Her time on earth was too short, but she did pretty amazing things with that time. I'm grateful for the time I spent with Katie, particularly in choir, and my memories of her remind me that life is short, and that things worth doing in life are worth doing 100%.
4) I have a terrible, horrible, very real, fear that one of my children will be tone deaf. Not that I expect that all of my children should have the same gifts and talents, but I want them all to at least be able to recognize and appreciate something good when they hear it, and have a shot at being a part of the creative process at some point in their lives.
5) Thanks Mom and Dad. I've criticized my parents for not "forcing" me to get better grades in High School...as if it was 100% totally and absolutely their fault that I did poorly in my math classes (and that my horrible grades had nothing to do with the fact that Emily Hepner and I used to draw faces on our hands with white out pens, then talk using our fist puppets during the entire class period, instead of listening. Or that I had pac man and space invaders downloaded on my graphing calculator. Or that I had a shoe box of notes to and from friends that certainly were not written before or after class....)
I don't remember how to work a quadratic equation.
I do still know how to read music, and I need to thank my parents thank for that.
Thanks Mom and Dad for giving me a love of music, for driving my friends and I all over the state of Ca for choir tours and festivals, concerts, and caroling gigs. Thank you for being the "fun" chaperones. Thank you for supporting extracurricular activities that gave me the opportunity to learn a skill that I can still use today, and that I loved enough to make sure I didn't forget it the instant I walked out of the classroom.
6) It was 10 years ago, but I'm still grateful for the experience I had singing in Chamber Choir. I made lifelong friends, laughed, was uplifted, cried, worked hard, developed talents, and lifted many spirits with some very beautiful music.

Things that are Awesome.

Rob: Lynda, I sent you an email, this morning, and you haven't responded.


Lynda: I'm right here, Robert. Across the room? Why do I need to respond to your email?

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Aaron: Now, just hear me out. Wal-Mart is THE greatest thing that ever happened.

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Lynda: John Wooden died?!


Lynda: Barbara Billingsley died?!


Lynda: Tom Bosley died! I knew about that one, but golly.



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Aaron: What ever happened to the days when the CIA just went out and killed people? For good, I mean. Just the bad crazy people.


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Lynda: Robert you have a lot of grey hair.



Robert: Ok, fine. I'm going to start using Just for Men. Would you like that, Lynda?



Lynda: No, really. It's like I just realized it. I looked up at you while you were telling that crazy story and I noticed. You are covered in grey hair. A whole head full!



Aaron: Dad, with all that grey, they say you should go blonde. It's easier to cover the grey with blonde.



Rob: Ok. first thing tomorrow morning, Aaron, we're going to Sams club. It's going to take a 6 pack of hair color to cover what I've got.



Aaron: It's politically correct for women to color their hair. Men should just go grey.



Rob: You think you're going grey?



Aaron: Oh I know I am. People at work tell me that all the time. They're like, 'Hey! You've got a lot of grey.' And I just look at them and I'm like, 'uh. yeah, buddy. I know. It's because of you.'



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Aaron: ...I mean, we've got Jason Bourne out there. What's he doing all this time, huh? Isn't Fidel Castro still on the loose? Get Bourne on that guy!



Lynda: Fidel Castro is like 89, leave him alone.

Meg: I like how Jason Bourne doesn't actually exist, yet we're debating over which dictator we should have fake-killed.

Aaron: Oh, he's out there.

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Aaron: Huh. Should I not be this grey? I'm only thirty-four. It's all this stress! I can't handle it! Pass me the remote.



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Meg: Quincy, you can walk. Don't make Grandpa carry you anymore.

Quincy: Are you too heavy, Grandpa?

Rob: Me? Yes. I'm too heavy.

It's Hard.

Is anyone else having a difficult time looking at facebook, today?

I've had to use some serious self control, to not reply to just about every status update with,
"That's what she said."

Like, every time someone finishes their Thanksgiving dinner, do they really have to post,
"Oh boy, I am sooo stuffed!"
or "Someone put a fork in me!"
"Glad that's over, I'm ready for my nap."
and "Wheweee! That was amazing!"

but my favorite,
"So much funnnnn! We really should do this more than once a year."

what's the rush?

You know those days when you get to the checkout line and the kids are just done?

Yeah, that happened to me yesterday, and yes, it is the week of Thanksgiving and there were only 2 lanes open at Wal-mart. I stood in line behind a procession of blue hairs, each with a Thanksgiving feast and a too-heavy bag of kitty litter in their cart and armed with a pocketbook of coupons. My kids were crying, fighting, screaming, etc. and the line was. not. moving.



Excruciating.



The best part? I forgot baby wipes. The store near my house is particularly terrible with replenishment, and they've been out of the wipes I use for 3 consecutive weeks. It didn't matter until this week, as I used my last wipe this morning.



So it wasn't really awesome when I got home, realized I'd forgotten the wipes, and had to go scrounge up the "emergency" travel pack of wipes from the car.



I also forgot to buy a new toothbrush, since mine had been dipped into the toilet by Corbin. I'd like to think optimistically and see this as a sign that he will be an excellent cleaner, someday.

But instead, I just think, "Hey! that's my toothbrush, man! What the heck?"



So....back to Wal-mart we went, this morning, where even more people were shopping, and again, we found ourselves waiting in a ridiculously long line. There were several registers open this time, but only to accomodate several more shoppers. I noticed that each line had at least

three blue hairs waiting in it! That's gotta be breaking some kind of record for most old people congregated in the same room since they stopped having Bingo night at Riordan Hall.



Today's checkout line adventure involved a changing of the guard. It took forever. As I stood there, actually feeling the hairs on my head turn grey, I started to wonder if time had frozen, and all of these people were actually the same people that were in line with me yesterday. Oh, man! Look what was going to happen to me, if I didn't get out of there, soon!



When I'd [finally] made it through the checkout and loaded my groceries and kids into the car, a sweet little old granny approached us. But then she didn't say anything.



"Uhhh, hi. Can I help you?" I asked.



"Oh dear. I've really done it this time." she was almost shaking with worry, and looked on the verge of tears. Grandma tears. Can you imagine anything more sad? Grandmas shouldn't ever have to cry.



"What's the matter?"



"Well, I know I drive a Toyota. And I know it is somewhere in this giant parking lot."



Poor Grandma. Who knows how long she'd been looking for her car. I thought I was exhausted, after waiting in that forever-of-a-line with my crying kids, but at least I'm young and healthy. She'd been standing in a line, too, listening to the same kids whining, and then she'd searched the parking lot over, and couldn't find her car. She was embarrassed and tired, and just wanted to get the heck out of there. I cruised around the parking lot and located her car (she was way off in her search, btw), she thanked me, and the day continued on as normal.

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Last night, I couldn't get a hold of my friend on her cell phone, and I got really antsy. I wanted to see if she'd like to catch the 8pm showing of Harry Potter, and it was 6:45. What if she didn't call me back? It's a cell phone. She should answer it, right? I found myself actually worried that something was wrong, since she didn't answer her phone right when I called. It was only 15 minutes before she called be back, but in the meantime, I thought of 10 reasons why she wasn't answering, and had almost decided to do the movie another night.



Look at how impatient I've become.



Our society is so full of instant gratification, that it put me over the edge just to stand in line to buy groceries. Just like I can get online and watch my favorite shows at the click of a button, instantly download a song I want to listen to right now, I want to snap my fingers and be at the front of a line to get my groceries. I don't want to wait for anything anymore. I've even caught myself telling my girls to "hurry and get your shoes on", "let's go, let's go, let's go...hurry and get in the van", "hurry and get buckled quickly", "hurry and get your jammies on", "hurry and finish your dinner", "hurry and brush your teeth (and should that really be rushed?)", granted they can really be slowpokes and they do get distracted easily, but I say "Hurry" way too many times in any given day. What's the rush?

What is so important that I need to put my kid into a panic over putting shoes on fast enough?


All of these old people at Wal-mart, they were buying tons and tons of food. Huge turkeys, appetizers galore, pies, enough booze to cure any amount of social discomfort caused by family togetherness. No doubt, they are preparing for their incoming families.


Uhhh...Shouldn't their kids be taking care of that? I mean, if you're old enough to lose your car in the parking lot, and have difficulty remembering what kind of car you drive, you probably shouldn't be driving at all. You should be home, in a plastic covered barker lounger, having your feet rubbed by grandkids, while your own kids prepare Thanksgiving Dinner.



It's no wonder all these people take their sweet time in the grocery store. They are tired! They probably rushed their kids around and hurry hurry hurried everyone to everything for years, and for what?There's got to be a time when it's ok to just kick back, and enjoy the time in your life when you don't have to do anything, or be anywhere. Looking at all those tired grandmas buying turkeys today, It's clearly not when your hair is blue, so when is it? Does it end with childhood? My poor kids don't even have that, the way I rush them around.



This week, I am grateful for time.

Time at home with my children. It won't be long before they have places to go, and people of their own to feed. And I'll be the one alone in a parking lot, trying to find my "silver Toyota Avalon...or is it white?"



I will not rush my children, this week. I will let my kids be kids and they can take their own sweet time doing all of their little tasks...even if it seems like it is taking them forever.

Because as hard as I try to speed up time to pass over an undesireable phase, or freeze time to capture a tender moment of perfection, turn back time to remember a simpler day, or slow time down because they are growing too fast, I know it can't be done.



So, I will "exercise my patience", this week. Rather than rushing and hurring, I'll try to remember that what feels like is taking forever isn't forever.

I will not be in this grocery store line forever.

My kids won't be this age forever.

It will not be impossible to find the other shoe forever.



I will enjoy the wait.

It's a Wonderful Life

We went to the Bentonville Christmas tree lighting, and the grand opening of the new outdoor ice skating rink (that converts to a free splash park in the summer).

After the tree/square lighting festivities, the local holy-rollin' gospel choir brought the house down with a hard core clap-your-hands-and-shout-praise-the-Lord (which people actually did) rockin' rendition of Hallelujah Chorus from Handel's Messiah.

We skipped the ice skating exhibition and walked over to Table Mesa (our new fave)to meet up with Kasey and Jimmie for chips, guac and a couple orders of sweet potato fries.

And what's this?
Yeah, it's official. We live in the coolest place ever.

To end the holiday kick-off celebration, we went over to the plaza where It's a Wonderful Life was shown on a projector.

Next week, they're showing A Christmas Story.

It was freezing, windy, and a perfectly quaint little evening.

Girls on the Run

L-R Becky, Me, Kasey, Tanya, Lara, Elizavet, Darcie (and Darcie's cheer squad, Addison).
The 2010 New Balance Girls on the Run was a 10K, this year, and for some of the girls in our running group, this was their very first 10K. My first 10 was a huge deal, for me, so it's been pretty exciting to be a part of it for my friends.

This might be the first and only time I've ever actually been even a little excited to post my time....because I hit a new PR!

62:01

What? I know! I've never had a 10K pace in the single digits before.

It feels pretty grand.

And how great is the Girls on the Run program?

600 girls ran the 5K today. They were so cute. The program meets a couple times a week, after school, and is available for girls from grades 3-12. The girls get a volunteer buddy runner, train for the 5K, and have self esteem building lessons.

And every. single. little girl that ran today had a #1 on her bib.

Some cried, some walked, (one even puked) as they approached the finish line, but they all made it across and were surrounded by 1000 people clapping and cheering for their accomplishment. Love it. Love Girls on the Run!

Thinking about running a 5K? Check out this nationwide program, and be a mentor!

Look Who's Coming to Dinner

Grandma and Grandpa Willy are coming in one week, and we are pretty excited up in here. Their last visit here was 100% consumed with the arrival of this little guy:

It's been too long! Sorry, guys. Grandparent duty will be much more exciting than holding a newborn this time...Corbin is certainly not that sleepy little baby guy any more! I'm pretty sure his agenda for when you arrive will include books, cars, trains, balls, swings, getting his way, dumpster diving in the kitchen trash for items of yours that he has "helped" you throw away (keep an eye on your keys, you've been warned), indulging in the endless supply of yummy things that Grandparents always seem to have on hand, and creating little messes all over the house for y'all to step over like tiny landmines. He can't wait.

We feel pretty privilaged to steal these two away for Thanksgiving, this year. I was, initially, pretty stoked about handing the oven mitts over to the professional and letting Lynda work her kitchen magic and cook us up a beautiful turkey. But, then we found out their plane arrives just in time for dinner, so.... looks like I need to learn how to make Thanksgiving dinner! Yikes! I mean, I know I am a good cook, but I personally have never cooked a full bird before. Remember last year, when Aaron and I argued over which end was it's "butt"? Yeah. I finally threw in the towel and let Aaron manage the bird cooking operation...which, if I remember correctly, involved several 9-1-1 calls to Lynda!

That said,

Dear Rob and Lynda,

I'll do my best, but Thanksgiving Dinner is not one of my signature meals. So if you arrive to a beautiful spread of Mexican food, or homemade pizza, just know it got ugly up in here and the result was not good.

I can guarantee that the table will be set beautifully, the homemade bread and/or rolls will be delish, and that dessert will be fab. That's something, right?

Anyway, who cares about the food (wow, never thought those words would come from my mouth) when we'll have company!

We love having visitors, and Grandparents are the creme de la creme of the visitor food chain.

We're looking forward to:

- being spoiled rotten

- Treasures from Lynda's Mary Poppins Carpet Bag of a suitcase

- Celebrating Miss Quincy Bee's 4th Birthday

- a boys fishing adventure

- Black Friday shopping (no, Aaron. You are not invited.)

- thrifting w/ Lynda

- seeing Tangled at the movie theater

Can't wait!

I heart bunting

I take terrible photos.

I'm ok with that.

Despite recent popular belief, not everyone is a natural born photographer.

These will do.

Bows can cover a multitude of sins:

Big hair? Put a bow on it.

Ugly baby? Put a bow on it.

Crappy present? Put a bow on it.

Big butt? Put a bow on it.

Ugly wedding dress? You get the idea.

Bunting is like bows for your home! Put it anywhere = instant happiness.

Birthday parties, the baby nursery, under the patio...I'm seeing bunting everywhere and I am in love.

I made this Give Thanks bunting today, and suddenly, my home feels all Thanksgiving-ey. (but with a bow on it)

Inspiration

I want these:

But really, anthropologie?

$698.00?!

yes!

And let's not forget the additional $87.00 added to the shipping and handling fee, because of the delicate handmade nature.

Is this a joke? I'll show ya handmade. I'm just going to have to make them.
And then I'll show you how.

I probably won't get around to it until after the holidays. But I will make them.

Yes, I will.

There's a Cake Pop for Every Season

I was asked to teach a mini class demonstrating how to make cake pops at a Super Saturday (aka crafty day with the mormon ladies) tomorrow. Naturally, this seemed like a good reason to waste away a friday afternoon making a fazillion cake pops.

It's really a shame I can't take good pictures, because these photos really don't do the awesomeness you are about to behold proper justice.
shut up. the baby chicks? they're so cute I might cut someone if they try to eat them.
the feet are Easter bunny sprinkles! Ooooh, Easter bunnies! Wouldn't those be cute as cake pops?! Someone stop me.

sprinkled strawberries, donuts, apples...

ice cream and caramel apples...

apples and more apples! Valentine heart cake pops and acorn cake pops...

and the grand finale...

Frosty!

I even have little scarves to tie on each of them.

I also made cake balls, but couldn't resist the temptation to put sticks on them.

Now, how cute would it be to add a card with a name on it and use these as place card holders on Christmas Eve? Oooh, or write the letters to spell out JOY and put 3 of them on little plates to give away? Yum!

I might have to start up another blog.

CPAA

Cake Pop Addicts Anonymous.

email me if you'd like to join. I need a sponsor.

All Hail the Queen

I LOVE this girl.

She makes parenting easy. She is funny. She has a kind heart. She has a lithp. She does silly things and marches to her own little beat. She loves her friends, her family, and her teachers.

Who do you love? animals and my grandma and grandpa

What's your favorite color? blue because I love blue today.

What do you want to be when you're a grown-up? I want to be a princess and um like um like (x20) oooh what about a doctor or a hair cutter? Is that a good one? hmm. Or a mail guy. A mailperson, cuz I'm a girl. That's enough things, I think.

What is your favorite thing to play? duck duck goose

Who's your best friend? Reese and Addison, and Brightyn. Not the boys, just the girls, mom.

Where do you love to go? I love to go to the work. Daddy---I mean Aaron, that's my dad.

[geez, think this kid knows she's being interviewed?]

What's your favorite movie? Aladdin. It's Tia's movie that we have---Oh, hey! Let's go give it to her, and get a cracker from her house. Is that a good idea, Mom?

Quincy Bee, you are a beautiful girl.

I love you. I am grateful for you.

Field Trip

Reese with her class at the Veterans Wall Memorial

Be Grateful for Wal-Mart

I love finding things like this on the sofa. Aaron is a very loyal, dedicated employee.

He LOVES Wal-Mart. Like he really, truly loves it... not just because he works at the home office, but because he truly believes it is a wonderful company.
I love that he reads biographies and articles, attends conferences, and tunes into programs that are related to his career.
I love that he gets mad when I purchase things from a Wal-Mart competititor (...but that never happens, right? Shhhh....).
I love that he pays attention to little details at his job, and does everything 100%. He actually goes to the Saturday Morning Meetings every month. He actually spends the required day every quarter wearing a blue vest, working in the club. He is early for work, and he works long hours. He actually purchases, brings home, and tries out the products that he buys for Walmart (I have a cabinet full of popcorn, fruit snacks, and ice cream toppings). He seeks out mentors and accepts advice on how he can improve.

I am grateful for my husband's job.
I'm grateful that he has a job, that he loves his job, that he is good at doing his job, and that he always takes genuine interest in the companies that he works for.

Friendly Frogs It's Autumn Time

Book: Bear Snores On by Karma Wilson
I like to have the children count down 5-4-3-2-1 to wake up bear in this book.

Book: Discovering the Seasons: Autumn By Louis Santry
I love this series of books. We talked about all of the things that happen in the Autumn that make it special and different than other seasons.

Book: Red Lead, Yellow Leaf and The Leaf Man by Lois Ehlert

The children enjoyed the illustrations in Red Leaf, Yellow Leaf--The text is a little too advanced for this group. They had fun making a "leaf man" of their own during outside time.

Share: Bring something that begins with letter B

Practical Life: I can wait in line

(Our line leader looks thrilled, doesn't he? Hahaha!)


Music & Movement: “It’s Autumn Time”, “the Leaves on the Trees”, “One By One” using real leaves to hold and make blow in the wind

Sensory: Our "open center activities" all began with a B sound. Books, Babies, Blocks and Beans

Calendar: How many days until Thanksgiving?

Math: Sorting acorns-place acorns in groups of five

Art: Five Leaf Placemats
The children collected leaves, put them in laminating envelopes and sent them through "the magic machine" to make these awesome placemats.

Fine Motor: Letter B WikkiStick template

Gross Motor: Leaf pile fun!

Language: B words (baloon, bike, bear, Baylee, boy, Brian the Bobblehead Baseball player that wears Blue, belt, backpack, brown, bed, baby, book) from sharing day items

(B for Baylee)

Science: We examined items from nature (acorn, leaves, sticks, and a rock)under a magnifying glass and read The Magnifying Glass book and Why Do Trees have Leaves?

Language Arts: Ask the children,

What is your favorite thing about Autumn time?

Why do trees have leaves?

Record answers

Be Grateful

I'm grateful for simple, meaningful, Family Home Evenings.

Be Grateful for the Lemons

Corbin and Quincy both had ear infections (act surprised, y'all).
Corbin's antibiotic (read: chalk flavored liquid that he spits out on the floor) gives him the kind of diarrhea that can't be contained in a diaper.

It's swell.
So today, I am grateful for this stuff

Without it, things could have been much worse.

Thanksgiving-the holiday without enough decor

I have a lot of cute Halloween and Christmas decor, but my home looks a little barren during the Thanksgiving stretch. I got a crafty itch last week and made this acorn wreath with Kasey and Tia. It took way longer than it should have, but I love it. The blog where we got the inspiration has them sprayed with a bright white paint. I like mine natural , but gave it a heavy coat of shellac so it has a glossy shine. I want to get some orange ribbon to hang it with, but burlap will do for now.
speaking of burlap...it is everywhere! I've seen a fazillion burlap projects on blogs lately, and after a trip to pottery barn on Saturday, I see why. Burlap at pottery barn =burlap everywhere else! Today, Katie came over and I used burlap to cover an ugly little wire cornucopia that I'd found at a garage sale over the summer. It turned out pretty cute, I think. I had fun working with burlap, and am working on a couple of ruffle wreaths to hang on my dining chair backs for Thanksgiving.

The acorn candy dish was at Hobby Lobby today for 66% off. I love acorns and couldn't resist getting it for $5. I have a few other acorn theme and burlap projects that I'm working on that I'll post when I finish them.

I'm grateful for my hot glue gun. Not just because it is super handy and I can use it to make fun projects, but because every time I use one, I think about the time my mom sat on her hot glue gun and melted her clothes to her skin. bwahahahahaha! Not so funny for her at the time, but it always makes me laugh...and look twice before I sit down when crafting with girlfriends!

Be Careful What You Wish For

This post would have been perfect for Halloween.

You are about to see something terrifying. If that's not your thing...well, just be prepared.

Tonight after the kids went to bed, and the house was silent, I heard something in my backyard.
Just outside the kitchen window, I could hear it, trying to get into my house.

scratch.
scratch.
scratch.



Ahhhhhhh!
Isn't it horrifying? Clearly, he's just waiting for me to fall asleep so he can come inside and attack me.

My neighbors are kind of terrible.

I built a fence to block them out.
One of them has since, acquired a bunch of cats.

Fences don't keep cats out.

This one, in particular, thinks it lives here.

Last week, one of my preschoolers stepped in a cat dookie in the yard. I prefer my students to smell like sweaty, happy, sticky, little boys and girls. Not like kitty poop. Poor kid. The feral cats have got to go, like, yesterday.

I've asked the neighbors if the cats are theirs, but NO ONE will claim them.

Well, I haven't asked Keith, yet, but they are dog lovers (remember, they cremated the last one that passed away? Fido sits in a box on their fireplace mantel). Henry says they aren't his, but they come in and out of his garage pretty frequently. That could be because his house provides unlimited access to food, but he says they aren't his and that he has no emotional attachment to them. (not yet, anyway...he is a hoarder after all, so it's really only a matter of time before they become his babies.)

Want a kitty? Please?

Are any of my local readers cat lovers (shudder)?

I'll award you $5, a lifetime subscription to Megalicious, and a free cat, if you show up with a cardboard box (or whatever you put cats in) and make kitty disappear.

I realize that this means I have broken my numero uno cardinal internet rule: never ever ever under any circumstance become a "post cute kitty pictures" on my blog/facebook page person. You all have a free pass to defriend me....I clearly deserve it after peppering the internet with cat photos tonight.

Call me Angela, but it actually does make me a little sad to see him sitting out there all cold and hungry. But then I imagine him turning on me the instant I let my guard down.

Or think about him juping up on my bed or (ew!) my countertops and stamping his little pee-pee littered paws all over the surfaces of my home and then going into my room and sniffing my pillow ....bleeeeech!

Someone come take him. He's free.

Flat Reese gets her peanut butter ON

That's right.
Flat Reese took a trip to Whole Foods with Geno and Shelly to get some peanut butter.!
So far, I am insanely jealous of the vaycay this paper doll is taking.
Think she'll bring any home for me?

well?

Ok, did anyone notice the baton, this week?
Huge baton.

anyone? just me?

Be Grateful for Sisters

wow.

That was kind of like a timeline of all the bad haircuts I've had.

I am thankful for my sisters. There is no relationship out there that could replace the bond I have with them.

You might think that I would feel like third wheel, since they are so close in age, and I came along 9 years later, but it isn't that way at all.

I am so grateful that I have sisters.

I love these girls so much.

They make me laugh.

I miss them.