What's the deal with the blurring line?

Sometimes, what I read seems so real that I'm not always sure it didn't really happen!
For example, I am quite certain that Marcellus really never was the same after The Robe.
Showing posts with label Motherhood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Motherhood. Show all posts

Friday, May 07, 2010

Mother's Day

Thanks for the Mother's Day Flowers!

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Saturday, June 23, 2007

I'm the mom, I'm the mom, I'm the mom, mom, mom

It's everything a mom says in 24 hours condensed to 2 minutes and 55 seconds and sung to the William Tell Overture.

Sunday, May 13, 2007

Mother's Day

I do wish that my mother could still "fuss and worry over every little thing!" So, in honor of her, I shall fuss and worry double time, and enjoy every minute of it! Here's to my mom, and to those three who made me a mom, adding such richness to my journey of life!

A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie. ~Tenneva Jordan

For a few memories, click here.

Sunday, November 12, 2006

I remember this!

What did you do all day?

A man came home from work and found his three children outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around the front yard.

The door of his wife's car was open, as was the front door to the house and there was no sign of the dog. Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall.

In the front room the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing.

In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, the fridge door was open wide, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door.

He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she might be ill, or that something serious had happened.

He was met with a small trickle of water as it made its way out the bathroom door. As he peered inside he found wet towels, scummy soap and more toys strewn over the floor. Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap and tooth paste had been smeared over the mirror and walls.

As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled up in the bed in her pajamas, reading a novel. She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went.

He looked at her bewildered and asked, "What happened here today?"

She again smiled and answered, "You know every day when you come home from work and you ask me what in the world I do all day?"

"Yes," was his incredulous reply.

She answered, "Well, today I didn't do it."