Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Beautiful Scenery
Monday, November 2, 2009
Jenna's Perfect Pumpkin Party!
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Halloween 2009
Later, these three cuties stopped by to visit and reminded me of how much my girl's have grown and how much work it used to be!
The snow princess scored the most candy, walking all through our development with a friend. They each thought it was great when I allowed them to eat two pieces before bed. At this rate they should finish their last piece by the fourth of July! By nine I was watching a Movie, grateful for big girls who are good kids even on days when it's OK to be a little bad, girls who don't like coconut!
Monday, October 5, 2009
Sometimes
Sunday, October 4, 2009
If You Plan It They Will Come
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Motivation
Before school started I splurged and purchased for myself a new pair of walking shoes. The old pair were still in great condition even after five years. I mistakenly thought that $55 dollars and a good sale is all it would take to put a new zip in my step and inches off my hips. I now am willing to admit that it took three weeks for me to finally walk out of the house, dog on leash with the intention of walking for an hour. The result, twenty minutes later I would return limping with blisters on both of my feet.
It's now a week later, my gigantic blisters are healed, I just finished eating a snack size bag of Cheez-its and I'm forced to admit that either I buy some new jeans or lose ten pounds to fit into the vast array of clothes already hanging in my walk-in closet. I'm searching for some motivation, some stick-to-it-ness and a little bit of I-can-do-it. I'll keep you posted on how it goes.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Kitty Cats
Eventually, Mitsy was hit by a car and I would go cat free for many years until one fateful day when I would see a "Free Kittens" sign on the side of a road. I would follow the sign to a farm where I would pick Gypsy, the inbred demon cat from hell. The cat that would bite for no reason and corner our friends in the Kitchen where they would fear for their lives. The cat that Dave was allergic to and eventually took into The Humane Society while I wept in the car, having chosen marriage over responsible animal ownership. The cat that Dave lied about for five years, reassuring me that she found a new home with non-allergy sufferers, neglecting to mention the long, padded war gloves the Humane Society workers were forced to don in order to pry my hissing, psychotic pet from her kennel. After that I would swear off cats for the rest of my life.
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