This is my crazy friend. Her name is Leland and I love her because she makes me laugh. All the time. Every time I run into this woman she’s very seriously doing something crazy. The funny thing is she doesn’t think it’s crazy and that really makes me laugh. Her boys think it’s crazy, but she doesn’t. Her husband thinks it’s crazy, but she doesn’t. Here is an example of the latest crazy day in the life of Leland. We volunteer…
At an appointment this summer, the doctor, being polite, asked my Emily what she was doing on her time off from school. She launched into a dissertation of sorts on her activities – a job at J Crew, some babysitting, two classes at the community college, etc, etc. The doctor, rather surprised at the list, looked at me and said, “How do you get her to do all that?” I must of looked rather baffled because I didn’t know what…
If only my child had one good friend… Ahhh, how many times I have thought this! A good friend, a really good friend – is worth their weight in gold—a childhood friend that is loyal in the face of peer pressure, like-minded in values, kind and thoughtful, and… I could go on and on. My oldest has that kind of friendship. It began in pre-k and has survived twenty years of peer-pressure, puberty, boyfriends, and separation in different colleges.…
The grocery list. It’s on the bulletin board in the kitchen. Good place? NOT. It is never with me! I go to work, run late, need to shop on the way home and I NEVER HAVE THE LIST. Ugh, I hate that list. Or my sweet husband calls, knowing I am pressed for time and offers to stop at Publix, BUT, he wants me to READ him the ENTIRE list. Ugh, I am pressed for time remember? NO MORE! This…
Earlier this week Ree Drummond (The Pioneer Woman – great blog) posted that there was Nothing Cuter than a bunch of little boys in football uniforms. She had such precious pictures of her little boys. Sigh…my Marky was once that little. I couldn’t resist. Camera in hand (old, not a Nikon, and totally inadequate to take pictures from afar) I headed up to the practice field to capture my not so baby, baby. Yes, I am a Ree Drummond wanna…