It was a beautiful memorial day here. The girls and I were home from the Grocery Store by 9:30. Off to Riverside for some plants by 10 and home again by 11 to plant our goods. The rest of the crew showed up for some good ole' memorial day fun. Have to say we had a good time but it wasn't quite the same without Uncle Phil and Aunt Sri. Sure did miss you guys!
Meaty Yams!
Monday, May 28, 2007
The Groovepool has been refreshed...
All of my readers who are fans of or new to the Groovepool, check out the link to the right of my page under my favorite blogs. Steve plays some great music for your listening pleasure.
Check it out!
Check it out!
Sunday, May 27, 2007
The Grand Canyon...of our town
Race Day 2007
The Big Finish! I was hoping to complete the race in 36 minutes. I did better than that with a time of 33:07. I even got a 10 minute mile in there. First mile was over 11. The last one about 12. Overall I was super happy with my accomplishment. The girls thought I won the Race. They were so happy. Overall, a GREAT morning. Steve said I was his hero. Got to love him.
Waiting for mommy! Blowing the Kitty Whistle for support and Ella looking like a cast member from CaddyShack.
The Starting Line-Over 2000 runners today. Saw a couple people I knew. But otherwise I was smack dab in the middle. Beautiful Day-sunny with a nice breeze.
Trying to look cool and collected. As the woman next to me at the Start said, "You would think I had a chance to win this thing the way my stomach is feeling."
Funny faces waiting for Mommy to return before the start of the race.
Saturday, May 26, 2007
All you roes reading will appreciate this...
Molly is upstairs in her crib singing loudly...
2 little birds, sitting on a hill.
One named jack and one named jill
fly a way jack
fly a way jill
come back jack
come back jill
COME BACK JACK
COME BACK JILL
COME BACK
COME BACK
2 little birds, sitting on a hill.
One named jack and one named jill
fly a way jack
fly a way jill
come back jack
come back jill
COME BACK JACK
COME BACK JILL
COME BACK
COME BACK
The deck is open-summer may begin...
Flowers in our Yard...
Thursday, May 24, 2007
why do i tell people about this stuff...
I have been picked on at work for the past two days by George Shabo...but my problem is I tell him about the stupid stuff that happens to me and that I do. For example, yesterday morning started very late and made even later by little Molly seeing me leave and crying at her window for me-"No Momma, don't yeave (leave), Momma, don't yeave...How could an individual with even an ounce of soul even leave (yeave)? So of course I turned around. So at 7:15 I am on the road. Much too late! At the Wells entrance of the the turnpike there is a sneaky spy way to avoid the traffic that has built up at that time in the morning. You pass on the right and turn into the train station lot and hit the light there and go straight across onto the turnpike entrance. Well yesterday morning, without even thinking I went for the secret spy way...BUT this morning there was a cop sitting in the entrance. He waved at me and I waved back. Folks he was not just saying howdy. No sirree bobbee. With a $139 ticket in my bag and tears streaming down my face from frustration and anger I was on my way to work. George is the first person I see as I walk into work so I share-at first he is sympathetic, but then he TURNS on me...oh yes He turns...Pass on the left-Beth...Oh please Beth go ahead-you will just pass me anyway...We should have a hat and jean day for Beth to raise money for her ticket (I thought that was a great idea by the way)
But the story gets better...today, this morning I am frantically looking for a phone number of a new parent. I can not find it anywhere so I decide to dial information. I pick up the phone and we have to dial 9 to get out on our phones. (Yes our phones are so ancient) Instead of dialing 9-4-1-1, smooth fat fingers Nason dials 9-9-1-1.
"9-1-1, what's your emergency?" Oh my god-no emergency I say...I was supposed to dial information 4-1-1..."we are going to have to send a police officer over to where you are to verify everything is okay! What is your address?" OH MY GOD-NO! "yes ma'am we are going to have to do that." 5 minutes later-"Good Morning Detective Hemmingway-yep it was me. I know I am a doofus.
Who do I see when I am walking back to my office-George Shabo-merciless. Though he said I need to go to Las Vegas. I will probably win big (or lose everything).
But the story gets better...today, this morning I am frantically looking for a phone number of a new parent. I can not find it anywhere so I decide to dial information. I pick up the phone and we have to dial 9 to get out on our phones. (Yes our phones are so ancient) Instead of dialing 9-4-1-1, smooth fat fingers Nason dials 9-9-1-1.
"9-1-1, what's your emergency?" Oh my god-no emergency I say...I was supposed to dial information 4-1-1..."we are going to have to send a police officer over to where you are to verify everything is okay! What is your address?" OH MY GOD-NO! "yes ma'am we are going to have to do that." 5 minutes later-"Good Morning Detective Hemmingway-yep it was me. I know I am a doofus.
Who do I see when I am walking back to my office-George Shabo-merciless. Though he said I need to go to Las Vegas. I will probably win big (or lose everything).
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
A morning at Kindergarten-The Class of '20
Today Ella got to ride the school bus from Oak Woods to North Berwick Primary School and spent the morning touring and visiting. She had a wonderful time.
Steve got to ride along, BUT got told to find another seat. Poor Steve, re-living painful school memories all over again.
Enjoy the pics! I know I did.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Dave and William
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