Anyway...here's this weekends fun!
So easy...you should try it!
Scary, aren't they!!!
GRATEFUL...that's how I feel!

We laughed our heads off, screamed our heads off and talked our heads off!
So much fun...we NEED to do it again soon...I love you guys!


Go here if you need some motivation to get yer butt on over there!
You Rock Kam! Still one of my all time favorite posts!

Two funny things happened today...well maybe just to me!
My sweet husband did SO much today...really - he was a HUGE help! It all ended with him doing dinner! (Which he NEVER does! Really so nice!)
He ran to the grocery store and then, when it was ready, he called us all to the table. He had fixed steaks, hot dogs and tilapia. So we had steak with a side of hot dog and fish...or Surf, Turf and Turf as we called it! Such a masculine meal!
Then after tubs, Thatcher had had too much birthday and was bouncing off the walls. I pulled him aside and said "You're starting to get on my nerves" to which he replied "Nerds...Yum!" We laughed all the way to bed. I'm so glad that he has the patience with me to remind me of his age.
All in all...A Great, carnivorous day!
Saturday

We ran to my Mom's for Sunday dinner and now I'm SO glad to be home! What a Weekend!

Thank you, Mom, for all the EVERYTHING!
The Lanyard
The other day as I was ricocheting slowly
off the pale blue walls of this room,
bouncing from typewriter to piano,
from bookshelf to an envelope lying on the floor,
I found myself in the L section of the dictionary
where my eyes fell upon the word lanyard.
No cookie nibbled by a French novelist
could send one more suddenly into the past --
a past where I sat at a workbench at a camp
by a deep Adirondack lake
learning how to braid thin plastic strips
into a lanyard, a gift for my mother.
I had never seen anyone use a lanyard
or wear one, if that’s what you did with them,
but that did not keep me from crossing
strand over strand again and again
until I had made a boxy
red and white lanyard for my mother.
She gave me life and milk from her breasts,
and I gave her a lanyard.
She nursed me in many a sickroom,
lifted teaspoons of medicine to my lips,
set cold face-cloths on my forehead,
and then led me out into the airy light
and taught me to walk and swim,
and I, in turn, presented her with a lanyard.
Here are thousands of meals, she said,
and here is clothing and a good education.
And here is your lanyard, I replied,
which I made with a little help from a counselor.
Here is a breathing body and a beating heart,
strong legs, bones and teeth,
and two clear eyes to read the world, she whispered,
and here, I said, is the lanyard I made at camp.
And here, I wish to say to her now,
is a smaller gift--not the archaic truth
that you can never repay your mother,
but the rueful admission that when she took
the two-tone lanyard from my hands,
I was as sure as a boy could be
that this useless, worthless thing I wove
out of boredom would be enough to make us even.
- Billy Collins

Monday night at 7:00pm...Taylorsville Cafe Rio (they have that lovely little room for us!) Come one come all to a Bloggerhood Reveal!
We'll get some new reads, make some new friends and chat with those we've been reading for months now!
Lovin' it!
Mindi ~ We're just four short hours away...C'mon, you can do it! I have a guest room for you to crash in!
Tib ~ You'd better be callin' away on that sitter thing...OR...bring 'em! I'd love to meet Ethan, Avery, Olivia and Millie!
Ann ~ I'm sorry it didn't work for you this time...next time FOR SURE!!!