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I finally got on facebook two weeks ago. Yesterday I was aimlessly looking around, seeing who my friend's friends were. All those memories attached to faces. Wow. Long ago acquaintances who made me smile just to see their pictures. I remembered sleep overs and borrowed clothes, bonfires and French tests, sneaking out of class to . . . never mind. I saw a few of the 'in crowd' who had surprised me during those difficult years with moments of unexpected kindness.

Then there was the girl who pointed and laughed at me. We were told to sit Indian style. My jeans were so worn at the inseam tiny holes showed the skin of my thighs peeking through.

I wonder what people remember about me when they see my picture.

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10 Ways I Said "I Love You" to My Family This Week

1. I slept on the lumpy pillow.
2. I made phone calls for someone perfectly capable of dialing themselves.
3. I did not yell about spilled spaghetti sauce on my clean tablecloth.
4. I washed nasty man-stinky clothes.
5. I cooked, for the same meal, separate lowfat food, low carb food, allergen free food, and food for Miss Picky. I did this three times a day, every day.
6. I did not ask hubby, "Did you fix (fill in the blank)?" a single time all week.
7. I administered eardrops to someone who knows not to go swimming without earplugs but did anyway.
8. I bravely battled wasps.
9. I watched a T.V. show I do not like.
10. I let someone else have the last enchilada.

Surprise Treasure

I was cleaning out my closet today, or at least attempting to, and look what I found. I coulda wore these here patriotic over-halls this past hollyday weekend! Sad to say, it's one of the few articles of clothing I found that actually fit me.

You know, they do match my white cowboy hat if I tie my red, white and blue scarf around as a hatband.

Things We Do For Love

I've been doing one of Beth Moore's Bible studies, Esther. We were listening to the accompanying cd yesterday and Beth told a story. Her 18 month old grandson had been sharing goldfish crackers with a rather large and drooly dog. Then he offered a cracker to his momma. Rather than break his little heart, momma did the brave thing.

Fast forward to today. Our church was planning an event after morning services with activities including one of those big blow up water slide thingys. My daughter had her heart set on playing on that slide. Last time we got rained out. She had brought her swimsuit, towels and extra clothes. She was ready.

Just about when it was time to go outside it started to rain. There was not a bit of thunder, just showers. Some of the moms did not let their kids play on the slide. Some did, and those in charge said it was ok. I remembered how when I was a kid we played in the rain every chance we got. So I let her go.

When play time was over we walked to the car together. I was trying to wring out my skirt as best I could before I got in. I told my daughter, "I am dripping wet!" She said, "Look at it this way. At least you didn't have to eat a goldfish covered in dog slobber."

Something New Revisited

Every morning another little kitty comes out of hiding!

Something New Every Morning

I stepped out the back door this morning to feed Princess. Princess is a beautiful, but rather sickly, hound dog that adopted us. She came and laid down on the front porch one day several months ago and would not leave. I told her we have allergies, but she didn't listen. I am even more allergic to cats.

A while after Princess decided to make this her home, a gray shadow of a cat could be seen slipping around in the back. After numerous sightings I decided we better worm and flea her. I was also influenced by the repetitive pleading of my daughter.

We named her Minnie. Worming her was not a problem, just mix the medicine in a little tuna. She has finally started to hang out near the house now and has overcome her skittishness. We were about to treat her for fleas. Yesterday when I woke up I walked into my daughter's room. I was sitting on her bed trying to get her to wake up when I found a flea on my ankle. That was yesterday.

It was a lovely morning when I went outside today. The sun was shining, I could hear the birds chirping, and . . . .something else.

A new discovery. We have been invaded with mini Minnies. Anyone want a kitten?

Baby Girl

She wears a white cotton gown that she took from my drawer. Her toes peek out from under the ruffled hem. I fix her coffee. Milk and sugar.

She cries. She says to me, "I don't know why I'm so mean to you sometimes."

I shush her and rub her back. She leans into me and I murmur quiet womanly words. She is afraid one day she will wake up and be someone else. I tell her that when she is as old as me some things will still be the same. Her head will lay on my shoulder and she will still be my baby girl.

Forever my beloved child.

White Bird

Yesterday morning we were driving along the highway.
My son said, "Hey! There's a white bird."
He grinned. "They're supposed to bring good luck."
After a pause I heard him mutter, "Usually all I see is crows."