October 2011
September 2011
I accidentally logged out.
I have know clue what my password is.
I figured it out.
I’m back in the saddle.
Hot apple cider with orange spice tea
Little girl who is stealing butter from the dish and a little boy who has gas like a filling station.
She’s greasy and he stinks.
It’s only Monday.
I answered an ad about a piano. It’s an antique, upright. So beautiful. *ahh
IT’S FREEEEEEEEE!
I need to find a truck and strong men.
like ASAP.
I LOVE YOU.
Ryan is back.
The kids and I have been listening to this during dinner. During one of the livelier songs I got up and started dancing. I dance like an old lady. I’ve got no moves.
I see he’s coming ‘round to Boston. I have people there. Maybe I’ll take Hen for his birthday. It would be his 1st concert. So much fun, but of course I’d have to take off work and take them out of school. Priorities stink.
We shall see…….
Listening to NPR’s live stream. Feeling really happy knowing my cousin is there, in the 1st row loving every minute!
You go, ADAM!!
Have any of you seen this? I watched it last night and cried like a baby. The relationship with parents- youth and rebellion, the emotional attachment we all get with good music- what were you doing when you heard the most perfect song for the 1st time? Health- here today gone tomorrow. No one is invincible.
I loved it.
Today I took Henry to the game store, the background music was a remake of “No Woman, No Cry”
As Hen & I sang along with it I asked him, “Bro, who really does this song?”
“Umm, Bob Marley”
Good boy.
1. Having to return your sweaters to the closet after realizing the first cold front of the season was only a tease.
I loved this song as a kid