I’m sick in bed today, and it’s been a dreary couple of days…. but there are things that make me happy, and these are a few…
~They got to go to Blue’s baseball game together, complete with fun gatorade and snacks.
~These two boys are feeling better… and not drumming right now… they are napping… so I will too.
“The only job where you start at the top, is digging a hole.”
– Anonymous
We had lunch yesterday in a cute restaurant downtown, with brick walls, old wood floors, and wooden exposed ceilings. There were big wooden farm tables throughout and an every light fixture was a different rod iron chandelier type.
The second room had rugs all over, and comfy couches. I sat there, looked around, and said.. “I want a house like this. Floors that get more charming if you drop something on them. Open, exposed ceilings, brick walls….” That is the style of house, or loft I’d want. Old. Charming, brick, wood, arches, small, comfy, open.
Put that close by a beautiful lake, river, or ocean, and I think that completes my dream house.
What’s yours?
This is my best friend Kortney (and her beautiful baby). We have known each other since we were 12 years old, and have many memories from over the years.
We were weird adolescents together, we were in each others’ weddings and have been with each other while having our babies. Kortney has been there for me through every stage of life, and continues to be the one who I call on when things happen, good or bad.
I’ve never had a sister, but in my heart, that is what she is to me.
Now we are separated by lots and lots of miles, and I miss her a lot, but I am comforted by the reality that we are still “BFF” after all these years, just as we used to sign at the bottom of the notes we’d pass in class.
Her birthday is in a couple of days, so Happy Birthday in advance, Kortney, I love you!
(your card will be late…sorry….)
“To dare is to lose one’s footing momentarily. To not dare is to lose oneself.”
~ Soren Kierkegaard
~I love watching Blue play baseball. He is a very distracted little guy… distracted by the dirt, the clouds, the grass… but most of all, by high fives. He will high five anyone at any time.
The other team makes it to second base, he’ll run, and give them a high five.
Things get serious for him, when he’s up to bat. He bends his knees, gets into position, hits the plate a few times, and then nods. He’s ready. He swings, and hits, flings his bat and runs to first base, fast… and then high fives the first baseman, and the base coach… and anyone standing close enough.
I love it.
~You all must watch Phil’s live show, for free, Friday night!
~Starts at 7:30 pm Pacific Time
If you have never heard of him, or are not sure if you want to spend some time watching his live show, for free tomorrow night, via his blog, then watch this video below. I think it will convince you, that it will be an awesome show, that you must watch…. on his blog, Friday night, starting at 7:30pm Pacific time.
Brody has been teaching me a little about how to take a good picture, and how to edit them to make them look cool.
I can’t tell if it’s my photo, or if this kid is just too cute, but I like this one.
It was my dad’s birthday… 9 days ago….
My dad went to my son’s baseball game, we may have even gone to dinner with him that day, and if we did, He probably paid….
He had planned a bar b que last weekend, that we missed….
He gave us left over cake, “thanks dad, what’s this for?”
I just remembered it was his birthday, and that I had FORGOTTEN it. I didn’t wish him happy birthday, I missed his bar b que. I probably even saw him that day, and didn’t mention it.
I feel really bad.
You know the cool thing? When I called him today to tell him “sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry…” He laughed, and he said, “I didn’t want to say anything, cause I wanted to see how long it would take you to realize, ha ha ha…”
Cool of him, but I still feel bad.
You know what else? The cards for my moms, are still sitting on my desk. The average mail time for cards from TN to CA is 4 days.
Mother’s day is in 3.
I feel bad.
