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OVERHEARD-Movie Theater

As we were exiting the movie UP:

Father to small boy, “What’s that in your hand?”

Boy to father, “Look! Squirrel!”

It’s only funny if you saw the movie. Then it’s really funny!

Check out the dog pack.

Jun/2009 at 8:53 pm Leave a comment

CHILDREN’S COWBOY HATS

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AND SOMETHING TO ASPIRE TO

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Jun/2009 at 1:02 am Leave a comment

SUMMER’S HERE!

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Bebe

All worn out after running through sprinklers on a perfect afternoon.

Jun/2009 at 4:47 am 4 comments

SUNSET SILHOUETTE

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Jun/2009 at 6:12 pm 1 comment

YOU CAN FIND ANYTHING IN THIS STORE!

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Little-Bit

May/2009 at 8:15 pm 2 comments

INSTANT CHILDHOOD

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May/2009 at 12:20 am Leave a comment

CHAIR SALE

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Hmmmmm…

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This was the pair I went to see.

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Don’t laugh! This was the most comfortable. Swiveled and rocked!

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Better in the photo than in person. Did not look antique but good colors.

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Guy chair. And a little Goth. ‘Nuff said.

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This hide was very subtle and the piping gave it a crisp look. I think a pair of these would look great in a modern setting though I might paint the legs a glossy black.

The velvet pillow with Milagros was $190.00! Yikes!

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Liked the look but uncomfortable and shop worn. (The dogs would have fun with the fringe.)

Himself was having none of it. He looked around in abject horror (That took about 30 seconds.), told me what he thought about their half-price sale and parked himself on a comfy couch. He was done. Frankly, I didn’t think he’d last that long!

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Bebe and Little-Bit’s favorite chair and mine too! (Note the protective quilt covering.) I just had to get the puppies into this post. They have chair opinions, too! Little-Bit is actually a renown expert in this area.

May/2009 at 2:52 am 1 comment

THE GREAT ESCAPE

THEY BROKE OUT OF THEIR AREA AND INTO MINE!

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LITTLE-BIT MADE HERSELF AT HOME

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AND THEN I HAD TO CATCH HER

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My Cotons live in a large, tiled area that is the size of my first apartment. They are allowed to come with us to the rest of the house -except for my bedroom. I just wanted one area that was an island of serenity and cleanliness. Fur-free, so to speak.

The problem started when I decided to take a nap. God forbid.

They whined and cried at the doggy gate and then decided to body slam the double doors into the dining room. Since they had done that before, there were rubber bands wrapped around the handles. “No hill for a stepper.” as Himself says. BAM! The doors slammed into the walls. Patter, patter, patter of happy little feet headed my way.

I sat up drowsily to see to fuzzy, white, bouncing balls trying to leap up onto my high bed. I jumped up yelling, “Sit! Stay!” but not before grabbing my cell to take pictures because they are just so darn cute. B.B., for the first time in her life, sat and stayed. She tilted her head and looked at me as if to say, “This is gonna be good.”

Little-Bit scratched my bedspread, circled and made a little nest for herself. It seemed as if she was laughing at me as I chased her around the room and she kept going back to her nest like it was home base.

Finally, I was able to catch her with her head stuck under the bed and her butt stuck up in the air. Her tail was wagging away like a plume of white feathers. She thought that if she couldn’t see me then I couldn’t see her.

The funny thing is that she used to be able to wiggle under that bed. Not any more…

May/2009 at 3:09 pm Leave a comment

LONGING FOR A “LAST TIME’ DO-OVER

We remember all our “firsts”.

First bike. First car. First kiss. First concert. First day of camp.

Our parents remember our first steps, first words and first day of school.

A lot of our firsts are almost predictable. There’s an unofficial time table or we see them coming.

But what about the last time? That’s more unpredictable, sometimes heartrendingly so.

The last time you played Barbies or Legos or slept with your teddy.

The last time you went to the library or swimming with a parent.

The last walk you took with your father.

The last time you heard your mother laugh.

The last Thanksgiving with your grandmother.

This list will be different for everyone but the premise and poignancy are the same. We can’t know and it’s something we should be mindful of.

I don’t have any definitive answers but I think it’s about being grateful and appreciative (not exactly the same thing) and in the moment and not taking anything for granted. Because it can change in an instant-the blink of an eye.

I used to think the answer was to live each day as if it were my last and cramming as much into every day as possible. That just led to years of sleep deprivation. 🙂

One thing I know to be true-when I am gone the people I love will know they were loved. “I love you” will be my final words to them. How do I know?

Because it’s the last thing I say to them every single time.

Because you never know when it is the last time.

Apr/2009 at 6:49 am Leave a comment

DREADFUL DENTAL DRAMA

I wasn’t going to write about this, but then I got outed by a friend in the comments.

Brief time line:

Crown came off molar

Palm Sunday- Tooth cracked-lengthwise.

Gets inflamed

Thursday- Dentist says tooth cannot be saved. Go to oral surgeon to get his opinion.

Good Friday- Oral surgery

Blur of pain, grossness, soft foods.

Wednesday- Solid food. Big mistake.

Thursday- Queasy, bruised and jaw feels fractured.

Tomorrow- Follow-up with surgeon.

So, Easter dinner was canceled at my house and baskets (which  I enjoy) did not get filled. It was all a bit depressing and I am looking forward to Mother’s Day and having my family around me again. I was very grateful that the surgeon was able to fit me in before the holiday weekend.

Apr/2009 at 10:54 pm 1 comment

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