To Remind Me

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We are out of school on Thursday–kids are done Wednesday, and our main goal right now is survival until then. It’s been quite a school year. With that in mind, I am going to recite (and sing) Psalm 118:24 each day. Repeatedly.

And if you, like me, enjoy looking at pretty things, try these two websites on for size. They both hail from Australia and feature lovely photos of their home and other things. One is a designer, the other I’m not sure, but they always have pretty photos to see.

Absolutely Beautiful Things



Swish and Swanky

From the backseat

Thad, aged 7 years, 11 months, 1 week, and 2 days, unaware that anyone is paying attention to what he’s saying in the car on the way to school

“Number one hundred fifty-one NOTE TO SELF: Never get into a staring contest with a stuffed animal. . .they ALWAYS win.”

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Happy Mother’s Day

Nana, Victoria, MaMaw

Nana, Victoria, MaMaw

We were blessed today to have BOTH of our mothers/grandmothers with us. It’s been about 13 years since I got to spend Mother’s Day with my mother. I cooked roast and gravy and rice and corn casserole and Sister Schubert’s drug-laced rolls, and we had a MEAL. My day was all I wanted and more. I know that there are many who want to be mothers who aren’t, or have lost their mothers, or had mothers that weren’t all they should have been. I am thankful every day for the blessing of Godly mothers in my own life–those whose blood runs in my veins and those who just loved me because they did–and still do.

Love this photo!!!

Love this photo!!!


(Had to fiddle with this one some. . .just don’t look at my mom’s jacket very closely.)

And TONY is really thankful that he married someone who is not above supplying her own token of appreciation. 🙂 Don’t you love my gift!!! It’s JUST PERFECT. . .EXACTLY what I wanted!!! HOW did he know???

My present

My present

*Crickets*

So, I’m pretty much a lump right now. With the luncheon done, I’ve checked off the last “big” thing I need to do this spring besides, you know, teaching. That might be the death of me that teaching.

On Friday I had a girl squawking at me like a wet hen. The part of the tirade that cracked me up the most BEFORE I sent her to the office? “You expect me to read THIS book???? YOU expect ME to read this book????” I didn’t get to deliver my answer to her question. She kept on squawking. But my answer, had I been able to give it was, “Yes. Yes, I DO expect you to read this book, because this is language arts class, and IN language arts class, we read. We read a lot. In fact, you are standing in a school building where teaching is going on and therefore, this place is RESPLENDENT with things that are in the process of being read or WAITING to be read. So, yes. Reading this book is expected of you.”

She was in such a lather over every single thing I tried to do to de-escalate the situation, that after I sent her to the office (still fussing at me ALL THE WAY) I walked into the room and asked her friend if she might, indeed, be smoking crack. ‘Cause I just couldn’t figure out all of the squawking. I am guessing she had a bad day.

We’ve been reading (imagine that–READING) about Abraham Lincoln this week. I am so intrigued by his story. I made a power point of photos of him including the items that were in his pockets the day he was assassinated. Interesting stuff.

My mother is still here. Today she took the kids and me to Dollar General–the closest thing to Wal-Mart within 15 miles of us–where Victoria got a pair of sunglasses, Thad got a Super Soaker, and I got three tops and a cute, little condiment/cutlery holder. Then we went to Burger King and ate. Then we went to a sort of Flea Market/Antique Store to look at a china cabinet that caught my eye a few months back. It is similar in size and coloring to my Granny’s, and it’s the right price. I wanted something “matching” to put on the other side of the window. She is going to spend tomorrow night and Monday with Tony’s parents–I’m feeding them lunch for mother’s day tomorrow–then going back home early Tuesday. We will miss her. We’ve gotten spoiled having her here.

On the way to church Wednesday night, we were discussing the various and sundry ways to ward off misquitoes. Moving to the country means leaving behind the handy dandy spray trucks that used to make their way through our neighborhood under the cover of darkness to fog the misquitoes. Victoria is a misquito magnet, so Tony said he’d heard that taking and abundance of garlic capsules would keep them away–you have just enough of a garlic hint that the misquitoes won’t bother you. After he tried every way possible to convince Victoria that she should give it a go, she finally said to her Daddy, “Knock yourself out. I’m not doin’ it.”

And on Friday night, my baby girl OH-fficially became a part of the youth group. How can this be? She will be able to attend teen functions starting in June. Again, I say HOW, HOW, HOW can this be??? She has a girl mentor who has already taken Victoria under her wing. It’s an exciting time. . .but it still breaks my heart.

Mother Daughter Luncheon 2009: No Grass Needed

The first thing that inspired me to have a Mother & Daughter Luncheon each year was Tony’s gorgeous yard. It was always so verdently green and lovely that it was a shame to not share it.

Verdently green, manicured lawn at old house

Verdently green, manicured lawn at old house

We had no grass this year. In fact, the lack of grass plus our sprinkler system plus torrential rains at the beginning of the week had grown some equally verdent slime on parts of our dirt. I was thinking if people squinted that it might take on the APPEARANCE of grass. Alas, I had Tony rake over it to till it into the dirt.

So this year there was no grass–but there was a MUCH bigger kitchen which was worth the loss of grass. We ended up putting the tables in the blazing sun (lesson learned), and I already knew having it in May was probably going to be hot. Right on that.

I have been trying all night to get these photos into a post, and they ended up in gallery form, so just click on them to see them larger. I have to tell you that my son was so excited to get to attend this year that he lowered himself to wear a pink shirt. He REALLY wanted one that said, “Tough boys wear pink”–even though I told him I think the saying is “Tough GUYS wear pink.” He STILL insists that it’s “boys.” Momma and Victoria and I searched high and low but couldn’t find one for him. We DID find a pink shirt with a skateboarder, so he settled.

I must also tell you that the little girl in the chair with him is a friend from church–Chloe. We have never teased Victoria and Thad about boyfriends and girlfriend. Our kids just like to PLAY–and it doesn’t matter if you’re a boy OR a girl, if you’re up for playing then come on! But I think Chloe MIGHT just have her cap set for my little man. She’s LUCKY that I think she is cute as a button and love her to death.