If your house is anything like ours, these would be perfect!
We’re crazily running amok getting ready to leave in the morning.
Happy Treasure Tuesday!
This is another of my favorites from the pile of pictures Ralf brought back from his trip to Austria. It just makes me smile. I was hoping to get a little story behind this picture, but it was new to Charlotte. Here’s what she did say.
My dad (Robert) is 2nd from the left, sitting down is my uncle Charlie, my dad’s best friend and married to his sister Hilda. This must be in the 1930s.
From what my site reader tells me, I have way more readers than commenters. And I know some of them are far funnier and better writers than myself. So, for this Memory Monday, I need your help.
Who are these crazy Austrians and what in the heck were they doing when this picture was taken???
I’ll post some of the best comments later in this week for you to read as you’re sprawled out on your aunt’s Barcalounger in a tryptophanic coma induced by too much turkey and pumpkin pie.
Happy Memory Monday!
It’s the little things that count, right? So here’s my list for this week:
I’m thankful:
Happy Thankful Thursday!
So I don’t have any crazy, off-the-wall, rural, farm land, cows “multiplying and replenishing the earth” type pictures or stories today.
I do have a question to ask though.
Isn’t there a law against collecting rubbish from around your property, setting fire to it, and burning the dickens out of it for like two days straight?
Is this legal? Because if it is, I may have to start a petition or something against it. I know none of my neighbors in California ever burned more than their finger on the grill of their poolside grill/bar/entertainment center. Heck, isn’t it illegal to even smoke within 50 feet of the state itself now? Someone help me out with this. I’m sure the smoke from the smoldering manure/leaf/cornstalk piles, or whatever they are, can’t be good for your lungs or the aroma of your clothes, hair, house.
Maybe it’s just me. Is it just me? Help me understand. Lorena? Someone?
On another note. Every year the PTA puts on a contest for kids all over the nation to showcase their talents in the arts. It’s called Reflections. I love the arts. I’ve always thought it sounded like fun. But none of my kids ever wanted to do it. Until this year. Erik wanted to submit something. (OK, I was able to talk Erik into submitting something). He loves art too. The theme this year was “Wow”.
I love this kid. (Does that sound familiar?) He is a kind-hearted, sweet, gentle soul. After sketching a couple of ideas, he decided he would watercolor a picture of something that made him feel “Wow”. That thing was a rainbow with clouds arching over a field of flowers. And he did a great job.
We went to the awards ceremony last night. His division, K-2nd grade, had the most entries in the category of visual arts. Being the realistic mom that I am, I was prepping him.
“Don’t be disappointed if you get a participant certificate.”
“Not all kids can place.”
“We’re just proud of you for particiapting.”
“Whatever happens, we love you” , etc…
Guess who won first place???
An award, a picture in our small town gazette, and the best part… a $10 gift card to Target!
Me, being the frazzled single parent this week that I am, forgot the camera so I shot this when we got home. I don’t have a picture of his painting because it’s being sent on to regionals, but I’ll post it when it returns.
Have a great Wednesday!
Just last night I had a Christmas gift request from my 10 year-old son. Now keep in mind that this is the same kid who has, in previous years, asked for a carnivorous plant, a saxaphone, and a ferret for Christmas.
This year he’s decided he wants one of these:
Apparently he wants to learn how to throw his voice, develop a stand-up routine, and completely freak out his mom and sister late at night.
Freaky no? As I’ve been scouring the internet I’ve come to find that there are some pretty frightening dummies out there. I may have to recruit the services of Santa’s elves to make one a little less intimidating.
Happy Tuesday!
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