Saturday, September 29, 2007

Things, Part 2


Things I love: Paul Newman spaghetti sauces (yummy and good for you!), listening to my daughter sing when she doesn't know I'm doing it, and kids in cute costumes

Things I do not love: classes that require me to dissect things, realizing there's no milk after I've already started my oatmeal, and watching someone else take the last "good" parking space

I almost


but not quite, got my husband to go into my favorite store with me today. I tried to convince him it was for his own good. I know there must be a part of him deep below the surface that longs to explore fine teas, food from exotic countries, furniture and trinkets from around the world and linens that speak to the soul. I guess I'll have to enlighten him another day.

Friday, September 28, 2007

Let ME eat cake!


Today, I made this cake. Well, not the one in this picture, but it's pretty close in looks. I am still speechless, but I'll do my best to describe it. I saw it in a magazine and determined that I absolutely must have it but I made mine into a bundt cake rather than two layers, and it was wonderful. (The bonus for the layers as opposed to the bundt cake is that you get more cream cheese icing that way.)


This cake is melt-in-your-mouth good, but clog-your-arteries bad. I recognized this in advance while reading the recipe, so I determined to make it on a day that I could take the bulk of it into the office and let everyone else share. I have had one tiny slice to make sure it tasted ok, and one normal-sized piece. It was worth every single bite. It is a combination of caramel, pecans, and cream cheese that just makes my mouth water even thinking about it. I HIGHLY recommend that you try this recipe. Yum!

A new trend?


Today I wore two different shoes to school. They are a similar style, but one is black and the other is brown. I think I might need to work on organizing my mornings. :-)

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Things, Part 1


Things I love: good coffee, good books, and a quiet house except for the snoring dogs

Things I do not love: the price of good coffee, finding the toilet paper roll empty, and stinky dogs (especially in my car)

Helpless

Today, my husband and I happened to pick our daughter up from school together. As we were approaching the stop sign to pull out of the parking lot, there was a little boy on one side of the car, about six years old, calling "Where is my mom?" We thought for a second he was lost and bewildered. He was bewildered, but not lost. We realized he was calling to his mom, who was sitting quite a distance away on a bench, on the opposite side of the row of cars. Over and over he would peer around the cars (the exit driveway is really only wide enough for a single row) saying "Mom? Mom? Come on!" She just sat there and looked at him, never moving from her spot. I couldn't figure it out, although something felt not quite right.

Then, my husband said "she looks like she might be tweaking". Keeping in mind he is a police officer in a community riddled with meth, he's pretty astute at picking up the signs - involuntary body twitches, "itchy" skin, staring, etc. We watched as her son finally crossed back over, and was approaching her as we were herded out of the driveway with the other cars. What did we do? Well, nothing. In our society, everyone turns a blind eye, for fear of "being nosy" or "sticking your nose in someone else's business." What if we were wrong? What if there was some other reason she wasn't coming? What if she had a medical condition? WELL, then we really should have offered help! What if? What if? What if? I was guilty today of "minding my own business." Now I can't stop thinking about that little boy, and why his mom wouldn't get off that bench.

Monday, September 24, 2007

Tragedy


Some things I just cannot believe. My husband and I have long dreamed of seeing Billy Joel in concert. He doesn't tour very much, so we've really never had a chance. He came through Georgia with Elton John right after we moved, over five years ago. We seriously considered flying half-way across the country once to see him. We did finally get to see Elton John last year, but it still wasn't Billy. Well . . . .


I just found out today that Billy Joel is touring again . . . and he's actually coming to the west coast. Not JUST the west coast, which is closer than he's ever really been, but SEATTLE, just across the flippin' water.


Why don't I sound happier? Because, my husband decided to finally fly back to Georgia to visit family for the first time since we moved here. You guessed it . . . he'll be in Georgia when Billy's in Seattle. As much as I love Billy, it just wouldn't be the same alone. Some dreams are better shared. :-) So, I guess I'll wait a little longer. I know one day it will be worth it.

School Daze

Today was my very first day of classes! My only on-campus class this quarter is Biology. We meet three days a week for lectures, then two days for lab. I dropped my daughter off then headed to school. I wasn't prepared for the parking nightmare, so fortunately on two days I will be walking!

Today we mainly went over the syllabus for the class, and the teacher's expectations. I really like the professor, and I was really excited about the material . . . right up until she mentioned dissection of an earthworm, a crayfish, a frog, and a FETAL PIG! I guess I'm going to have to get my big girl panties on and remember that's it's educational!

Sunday, September 23, 2007

I really love


incense. Today I visited one of my favorite stores that sells beautiful things from all over the world, and bought two new scents. One is "Zen Garden", the other is "Jasmine Tea". I cannot burn it constantly, and never more than one at a time or it seems overpowering. One is enough, though, to experience the magic. It is so soothing to watch the ember glow and the drifts of smoke rising into the air.

If you're lookin' for Trouble




Friday, we bought a new game. Today, I taught my daughter how to play it. Trouble it is, and trouble she was. She whooped me. Needless to say, this created endless enjoyment for her.

Confirmation


for staying in Washington, that is. Or, for always living somewhere that has Albertsons grocery stores. They have a brand called "essenscia" (I'm probably spelling that wrong) that you can find throughout the store. Each item tells you what is "essential" about it. Recently, I discovered their lava cakes in the frozen dessert section. They are microwavable! Ready in under a minute! I had to get them to see if they could even come close to restaurant lava cakes. It was a win-win situation - either they would be just ok, or it could be a discovery of gargantuan importance. Lucky for me, it was the latter. I will note that I intentionally did not even glance at the nutritional info until after I had consumed the cake, thereby enabling myself to actually enjoy every bite. They are terrible for you, but oh, so yummy. Come to think of it, I'm pretty sure we can add these to our stockpile of things to convince a certain family member to move to Washington. :-)

Welcome, fall!


Sweeping leaves of green

Toast in gold and orange and

announce you are here!


Saturday, September 22, 2007

LOOK!!!!


In searching for a photo of leaves beginning to change colors, I discovered this - a photo combining two of my favorite things, rainbows and autumn leaves. My mother-in-law blogged about the beauty of rainbows today, specifically mentioning a double rainbow. The page originally containing this photo no longer exists, or I would give credit. Please, whoever you are, if you find my page some day leave me a note! I would love to know where this quirky green artwork exists!

Here's the deal


I'm a little bit in love with this man. Yes, I'm happily married, but it's ok . . . my husband is a little bit in love with him, too. This is Pat Monahan, lead singer of Train. He has just released a new solo album, and he is touring to promote it. He ALSO became our neighbor, sort of. He moved into our neck of the woods last year, which we learned when we got to meet him backstage at the last Train concert we attended. We are HUGE Pat fans at our house.


Sooooo, exciting day for me! He has a Myspace page which he udates with news, sound bites, etc. Through this page, he asked for volunteers in each city of his tour to help promote the album. Naturally, I volunteered. I got an email today from him (yes, he's cool like that, and writes his own emails) explaining what he wants. They are going to send me posters, and I'm going to put them up around my town. Well, in this case I'll have to put most of them up over in Seattle. We're supposed to take pictures of ourselves doing this, which are going to be posted on his webpage. The most creative . . . drum roll please . . . will get picked up by Pat in his tour bus and we'll get to hang out for a while and probably party backstage at the show. OH MY GOODNESS!!!! So, I have to get busy thinking of the most creative way I can possibly display posters. Any ideas???

Ceremony time!


Here's another part I really like about getting the "Nice Matters Award" - I get to share it with someone else! I am fairly new to blogging and I have not acquired a large group of "blog buddies", but there are a few pages I visit regularly. Two of those come to mind immediately.


First, there's this gal. She is currently a New York dweller, with southern tendencies. We share a fondness for sweet tea, and the frustration that comes with trying to find it in a restaurant outside the Bible Belt. She also loves good food like me, and I always enjoy her discoveries in that area. But MOST of all, she just had her first brand new little baby boy! It just doesn't get much nicer than that! Go check her out, although she may not be blogging quite as much these days with the addition of the new family member. :-)


Second is a lady whose blog ought to be read by everyone in the country, particularly those who are able to completely detach themselves from "that stupid war" so much that they are only capable of criticizing everything about it, including those willingly serving for their freedom. She lost her fiancee, and her blog is unbelievable. She shares in a way that is so raw, sometimes funny, and often gut-wrenching. I can guarantee you will be moved by a visit to her blog. You can check her out here.


I discovered both of these blogs through my mother-in-law, who actually introduced me to blogging in the first place. But, she's already been given this award . . . twice . . . so, I'll just tell you to go visit her. :-)


Happy reading!

Friday, September 21, 2007

My very first award


It's not even ten o'clock, and someone has already made me cry. :-) Today, my mother-in-law bestowed me with the "Nice Matters Award". This is especially special (yes, redundant, but there was just no other way to say it) because it comes from her, and she doesn't give things away without there being meaning behind them. Her words got me just a wee bit choked up this morning, and I want to say THANKS! Thank you for the award, it goes both ways. You're nice, and you matter to me a lot!

Second Chances


There is always room for second chances. Give them freely to others, and especially yourself. You never know what you're missing if you don't.

Thursday, September 20, 2007

One more trip


to the vet, that is. Ozzy, my bulldog, is getting his stitches out today. It should be a quick visit, but first I have to actually get 65 lbs. of dog into my car, then drive just over an hour to the vet's office. Seriously, having dogs is like having more children sometimes!

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Goodness, GRACIOUS!


Graciousness seems to have become a lost cause. Today, I watched as a cashier began helping the lady standing near her register. Another lady who had apparently been at the register earlier but turned to look at nearby items loudly interrupted saying "Excuse me, I was first." The cashier nervously apologized, and the lady whose items she was already ringing up stepped out of the way with a look as if to say "geez, sorry!" It made for an awkward moment for everyone!

Next, I took my daughter to her dentist appt. There was a mom who literally slept . . . laying down across a loveseat with her shoes off in the middle of a busy waiting room . . . while she waited for someone to come out for her child. I thought the sleeping was rude enough, but when the anesthesiologist came out (her child was supposed to have surgery) it became clear that she had not followed all of the pre-op instructions. He began to offer some alternatives. She became so defensive, and the poor guy said "we're just trying to help". She actually yelled as she was walking out the door with her young child "well, you're not helping, a**hole!" This is a pediatric dentistry office, which was full of children at the time.

What happened to graciousness and good manners? Where, oh, where have they gone?

Monday, September 17, 2007

This one

made me laugh out loud.

You Are a Chocolate Cheesecake
Rich and greedy, you're attracted to the dark side of life.
Nothing ever quite satisfies your inner beast. And somehow, people find that sexy.


What kind of cheesecake are you??

Jellies!


The other day when I picked my daughter up from school I saw a little girl wearing jelly shoes! I had these when I was in kindergarten! In fact, I had a pearly light-pink pair just like this little girl was wearing. I also had lavendar, white, and red, and possibly there was a clear pair. Or maybe I borrowed those from my best friend. This was one fashion trend in which my mom was able to indulge me. We could get them at the local Family Dollar and they were quite inexpensive. I would always watch for new colors. I remember that rocks were constantly sticking in the bottom of them, which made a grown-up sounding "click clack" like high-heels down school hallways. I was so flabbergasted to see them coming down the hallway toward me again that I had to come home and google them. In a quick search I found that no, they probably are not coming back into style, at least not for adults. If interested, one can get a pair for $25 - $40, or up to $115 for a Swarovski crystal-studded pair! Perhaps I should have hung onto mine!

Early morning discovery


It is an early, damp morning. I have just come back in from taking my dogs for a litte walk, and they have now joined the rest of my household in bundling in for a good snooze on this gray day. I'm going to put some coffee on and peek out my windows once more at the discovery I just made . . . a slight wash of color along the treetops lining the street. Indeed I do see a hint of gold and autumn amber. Welcome, fall! I'll stay quiet as you tiptoe in, and won't make too big of a fuss just yet . . . but I'm so glad you're here!

Sunday, September 16, 2007

She survived!


Her first sleepover, that is! My daughter went to her first sleepover last night. She had a BLAST! The little birthday girl hosting the party had an older cousin who helped organize and orchestrate the event. Her mom is a teacher, so there were lots of fun details and activities. They watched movies outside and went on a scavenger hunt. They even had makeovers this morning because as my daughter informed me "sleepovers are all about makeovers, mom." We are back home now, and she is pooped. She's watching a movie and I'm avoiding housework. I'm so glad she had fun!


Saturday, September 15, 2007

Another good thing


about blogging, is that you can go back and re-read your words. I've decided to delete the post that was orginally here. It was really more of a venting session for me, but it was making my blog too negative! I'll keep the picture, just because I like soccer balls. :-)

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Purging my heart today


This morning I am having a bowl of instant oatmeal, peaches and cream flavor. When I was a child, I never had such a thing. The only oatmeal I knew was old-fashioned, cooked on the stove top with raisins and a bit of brown sugar. We didn't even have a microwave!


The year the microwave arrived was also the year my cousin Chelsea came to live with us. She introduced me to instant oatmeal, among many other things. It's amazing how a simple bowl of breakfast can stir up so many memories. Chelsea moved in with us when I was in about 7th grade. She had a few years of highschool left, and wanted to finish them all in the same place. Her stepfather had a job that moved them around a lot, sometimes every few months. My brother had been gone a while since joining the Air Force, so my mom got his old room ready and along came Chelsea!


Chelsea became my sister, my best friend. We would sit up until all hours of the night giggling, and squeezing each other's feet. She never treated me like I was "younger", our bond paid no attention to age. One of our favorite pasttimes was to eat a roll of chocolate chip cookie dough and drink rootbeer floats. We did this once while watching Gone With the Wind, because she had never seen it. Then we played Monopoly and ran outside to play in the rain. She could french braid like nobody's business, and she had an eye for fashion that was ahead of her time. She was genuinely good and sweet. Everything about her was kind . . . . and SILLY! If I got grumpy, she would do the "lizard face". Trust me, you cannot stay in a bad mood and not collapse into fits of silly giggles when you see that face.


Chelsea grew up and got married. I say "grew up" only because she progressed in age. She wanted, like so many people, happiness and security and thought she would find that with her husband and his family. Most of all, she wanted to be a mother. Her daughter Amberly came along shortly after marriage. Unfortunately the marriage was a brief one, and she became ultimately a single mom. When Amberly was three, Chelsea was in a terrible car accident that she never recovered from. I had only been married a few months, and was living out of state. I came home, and my poor husband had to break the news to me that she was on life support and not expected to make it. I don't remember that night, but he says I sat and screamed for a while. That doesn't surprise me, because I often still feel like sitting and screaming when I think about it.


Chelsea's death made me so very angry. I was mad at God, mad at fate, mad at people, mad at myself for not being around her more before she died, mad at people who LIVED who I didn't think deserved it, while someone as beautiful and wonderful as Chelsea was taken. It took a while to work through that. Want to know what helped? Chelsea left us Amberly. We rallied around her, determined that she know who her mother was. Little did we know Chelsea had already made such an impact on her child in just three years that we didn't have much to do! People came out of the woodwork . . . her friends, her coworkers, very old boyfriends even! They wrote letters to Amberly. My Aunt Linda had them made into a book for her. Chelsea's school (she was a teacher's aide) planted a memory garden in her honor. At her funeral, I was moved by the flowers. These were not your typical funeral service flowers. They were bright and youthful. You could see the extra effort that people made to select things just for her. Her favorite yellow roses were on display, along with splashes of color in some of the most beautiful arrangements I have ever seen.


Am I still angry? Yes, sometimes. Am I sad? You bet. My heart breaks all over again every time I think of her. She was my Chelsea. She was my family, but I've never had a better friend. We were truly soul sisters, and there has been a terrible void in my world since she left. I know that it will never be filled, or even get any smaller. I try to just be grateful for the time that I had her.


And the coolest part? I have a little girl of my own now. She and Amberly are just about the same age difference as Chelsea and me. They have a bond that is magical. They live on opposite sides of the country from one another, but it doesn't seem to affect them at all. When they see each other, the world stops and they might as well have been next-door-neighbors for all this time. The two of them . . . . that is what helps me heal.

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Hey, Grandma!!


Your granddaughter would like for you to come out here and cook her some sweet potatoes. I offered to make them, but she insists that no one else can possibly make them like yours. :-)

Wheeeeeeeee!


My daughter is a thrill-seeker. It was confirmed last night when we took her to the fair. She LOVES roller coasters, and I can say with absolute certainty she gets this from her father and not from me. There was one "smaller" coaster that she rode with him first because she met the height limit. Out of curiosity, we checked the height restrictions on the "grown-up" coaster while she was riding the Tilt-a-whirl . . . another of her favorites. Luckily, she is quite tall for her age, so my 6-year-old climbed into the seat with her dad a few minutes later for what turned out to be a thrill for both of them. The roller coaster is not gigantic, but it goes FAST! My husband is a pretty big guy, and apparently there was actually air between his seat and his bottom when they topped some of the hills. He was trying to hold Haleigh in!


We also discovered another ride that strapped kids in lying face down, then picked them up and spun them so that they were "flying" like Superman! Haleigh was practically the only kid screaming "wheeee" and holding her arms out. My little daredevil. :-)

Monday, September 10, 2007

Hi ho, hi ho


It's off to work I go! Yes, that's right, work. My daughter plays soccer with the daughter of my old boss. A few weeks ago at practice, he asked me if I would be interested in working a few hours a week doing some records updating, paperwork, and computer-type things that needed to be done. WOULD I??? I can do it on my own schedule when I'm out of class and my daughter is in class. It's not an overwhelming amount of hours, but it will buy groceries. Lesson learned: do every job the very best you can, be good to the people you work for, leave on a good note, and learn to do something that no one else in the office can do! It gives you job security and keeps opportunities open for you!

Sunday, September 9, 2007

My first haiku :-)


What do you see, star,

sitting there so quietly

letting waves roll by?

Starfish, part two

We have not had very low tides in several weeks, but today we got a little luckier. The elusive purple beauty is still sitting in the same spot, just beyond the water's edge, taunting me. But we found some nice pink beauties waiting patiently for the tide to come back in.
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A few feet away, Haleigh found her "most favorite starfish ever". It was three different colors, which the camera doesn't completely capture - mostly pink, with an orange sherbet underside, and it looked like someone took lavendar watercolor and painted a wash over the top.
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It was a good day for starfish gazing!

Saturday, September 8, 2007

A wise lady


shared this poem with us. It was mounted on a small piece of wood and given as a gift on our first Christmas.


But let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.

Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,

Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.



I would like her to know that reminding myself that we are lute strings has helped me immensely in this journey called marriage.

Nine years ago today . . .


I went to the Cook County, GA courthouse to get my marriage license. I had undergone the prerequisite blood testing, which was traumatic enough for this needle-phobe to convince me that I was serious about marriage. :-)


When we arrived at the appropriate office, there was no line, no wait, no other folks at all except the judge and the clerk. After handing over the necessary documents and filling out a few forms, we were about to be on our way. Then, the judge came out and said "ok, are we ready to go?". Yikes! We thought, well, why not? So, off we went into her chambers, so young and nervous, in jeans and shorts! We had no rings other than my engagement ring. We trembled through the minutes-long ceremony, with no witnesses except the clerk. It was so simple . . . and profoundly life-changing.


See, we intended to get married at the courthouse before my husband left for boot camp a few weeks later. We were not going to tell anyone because we were planning an actual wedding for when he came back. The paperwork technicalities just helped us to get our affairs in order with the military for housing purposes, etc. I began planning our Christmas-time wedding, and he toiled through basic training. As we would soon learn, the military has its own schedule. He ended up being held for a few weeks, making our wedding impossible as one cannot have a wedding without a groom! I was tasked with letting everyone know we were already married. Most folks thought it was wise, although I do wish my dad had been able to walk his only daughter down the aisle.


Looking back now, it's quite overwhelming how far we've come. We were just kids! But we were so in love, and so determined to set out on our own. Now here we are, nine years later - older, wiser, changed, and still madly in love. What a ride.

Friday, September 7, 2007

Mmmmmm . . . . pears!


My new obsession! My husband got a really cool gift basket from his mom for his birthday, and he was kind enough to share one of the pears included. It was so yummy, I had to go get more this morning. I'm going to make a salad with sliced pears and goat cheese later. Yum!

Thursday, September 6, 2007

A special person


is having a birthday today. My husband. Happy Birthday to you! I love you bunches!

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Man logic


Tonight I witnessed an interesting event. My husband took a carton of ice cream out and begin scooping it into a large mixing bowl. I turned away, at which point I think he added some milk. Then, he got out the electric mixer and made himself a milkshake. I went about my business, and it suddenly dawned on me what I had just seen. I asked him if he had really just made himself a refreshing beverage with the mixer, and reminded him we have a blender. He said "yes, but there's too much to clean up that way." He's so thoughtful.

BIG day!


Goodness, what a day. My little girl started first grade today! I still have a hard time believing a I have "school kid". We also went and picked up my little doggie from the vet. He appears to be doing well, and seems very happy to have his own bed and the nice cool floor to sprawl out on. I just finished cleaning the mess he created in the back of my car. Vacuum, water, windex, and almost an entire roll of paper towels later, it is once again presentable.


I'm getting ready to pick my daughter up from school, and we still have soccer practice! I guess I need to pick up my speed now that the school year has started. What a busy day!

Monday, September 3, 2007

Better than botox!


I have found the ultimate solution to my nagging little problem of feeling older, and it doesn't involve any magic herbs or surgeries. I got a bike! Our daughter looked like she was having so much fun that we decided biking needed to be a family affair. So, my husband and I got our own bikes today and off we went! I was actually I little shaky at first, but it only took a few minutes to get my bearings. I feel like a kid again!

Beautiful

This is a picture of my dogs the first time we visited our friend's house. They liked the rocks, too!

The GOOD part


My friends live in a little town called Orting, in the Mt. Rainier valley area. In fact, you can learn all about it on one of those "Seconds from Disaster" shows that come on the weather channel, because they are in the direct path of a lahar if Mt. Rainier ever decided to become active and erupt. You can learn more about them here. Yes, that's a scary thought, but when you see the beauty you can understand why nobody's too afraid of the dormant volcano to live there.


One of my friends has a house on a secluded little piece of land that's back border is a salmon stream. It is breathtaking. It is also paradise for rock lovers like me. :-) The water is crystal clear and we could see large groups of salmon hanging out in the water last night. This is a mountain stream fed by melting snow, so it is coooooold. I braved the temperatures, though, and waded out about waist deep. I couldn't resist the rocks! I managed to stand very very still, and a little salmon came and visited by my leg for just a moment. I stood there admiring the view, and wondered who else had stood in that water watching the salmon. I thought about the Native Americans that made their homes along this river valley, whose descendents still live in the area. I wondered what secrets those rocks knew, buried with them under the running water.


One day I would like to have a house with a salmon stream, or any kind of stream really, running behind it. I would do like my friend and hang a little hammock in a perfect spot by the water, and that's probably where you'd find me most of the time, when I wasn't searching for the perfect rock!

What a difference a day makes


Yesterday morning, just after I finished typing the "lovely day" blog, I stood up to walk back into the living room. I entered to find puddles of blood everywhere. Without getting graphic, I will briefly explain that my little bulldog has had surgery (twice) for a prolapsed urethra. It had obviously reoccurred. This is a messy affair that actually doesn't cause the dog too much grief, but it requires an immediate trip to the vet, and a LOT of cleaning up. It being Sunday morning of Labor Day weekend, I panicked a little on how I would get him seen. The vet that has done his surgery works in an office that is open 7 days a week, but that doesn't mean the surgeon is always there. It is also a solid hour from my house. I called them, and they informed me that this surgeon was leaving at 4:00 in the morning for a week of vacation but they would get in touch with him to see what he recommended. Meanwhile, I'm trying to contain my dog in one area of the house and keep it from looking like a massacre has occurred.


Long story short, Dr. Larson decided to come right in. They called me and said to start heading their way and he would meet us there. Next dilemma - how to get the 70 lb. bleeding bulldog into the back of my car. Let's just say it was a workout. A messy one.


We have friends that we have not seen in months that live a short distance from the vet, so I decided to go and visit them while waiting for a call letting me know how things went. My little bully had more surgery, and he ended up being neutered, in hopes to prevent this from happening again. We were sad that he won't be able to be a daddy, but I just want him to be healthy! I love this surgeon, though . . . it's the second time he's come in on a Sunday for us, and he really goes the extra mile for his patients. The staff is wonderful, too.


It's funny how your day can change directions so quickly!

Sunday, September 2, 2007

Lovely morning


What a lovely day this is. I awoke a little earlier than usual. My daughter was already downstairs and told me her daddy had just left. There was still a slight bagel smell lingering in the air from his morning pit-stop. I made coffee, and it was a perfect cup. I love when that happens. Now, I'm sitting with the morning paper and Haleigh is riding her bike just outside the front window. I have not a lot to look forward to today except laundry and some other household chores. Sometimes I need days like that, though, to get everything balanced. I think I'll just savor this coffee a little longer before getting started.