Not A Dog But A Baby

 

 

        

Springtime is at my house for today.

My laundry is once again enjoying the warm breeze. It hates to be tumbled about in the heat of the dryer. And I can only imagine them chatting with each other on this sunny Thursday. Their conversation would go something like this…

shirt says to pants, “This is heaven, I hope she lets us out all day”

pants, “ I know I will be out longer then you cause I take longer to dry”

Shirt, “Lets just relax and drink it in while we got it”

I suppose it sounds like I need something to occupy my brain…trust me, there is always more then enough going on in my head!  Like the thought of adding another person to the family.

Yes, it is in place. I am officially growing a human in my stomach at the moment.

not a dog

not a cat

not a cow ( help me God)

not a shirt

Nevertheless,His or Her name could be…

Frisky

Rosealena

Thelma

Georgie

spot

or perhaps a sound. Have you ever wondered why we don’t give people names that have just a certain sound?

Like…  muh  va  eh

So if my name where “eh” and someone where to ask “how do you spell that” I would just go ahead and say  B O B.

You think all this is funny? Well, it is only the beginning of such conversations around our dinner table. The things kids come up with makes me wanna NEVER let them grow up.

I am going to go now and eat something healthy. Just to get it all out in the open…I will eat again within the next hour and the next and the next…I will gain weight. I am ok with that for now.

Pillow Fight at the Library

 

I know I have bragged enough about how I like my library.  Library Day 2010  But I just keep finding myself doing it again and again. Please forgive me. Just skip this post altogether if by now you are rolling your eyes of boredom at my talk on this subject.

Take a peek at the pictures tho cause I find them absolutely adorable

  

Ok way too many stuffed animals!

something of which my house is full of.

It is just one of those things that my kids have acquired a liking to over the years. It was not that I woke one morning and said, “ok guys lets start a teddy collection”  although I could see me doing that kind of thing.

     VALORIE

She has now given up play for reading. When she decides to read out loud to her self I cannot help but be pulled in to her story because of the expression used in the voice. Quite amazing!

again I say, “too many stuffed animals!”

My guess he is frantically looking for little lamb.

Where is little lamb?

Who would know in such a heap!

I just want to start a pillow fight sort of thing with these critters.

How much fun could that be? running through all the isles waking everybody from there quite slumber. Come, join the fun. Here… grab alligator and make a run for it.  I could see the librarian's mouth drop open wide in horror at such a thing. But I believe I could suck her into it. Young and old would join in and most likely it would make the morning news.

But no instead…

I sit and read on the comfy rocking chair while the kids play. It is always warm, cozy and quite here. I have trained my kids early on that the library is a place of quite. One MUST whisper if he wishes to speak.

  Exactly why a pillow fight has crossed my mind. Sometimes I just want to break the spell.  I am that way. I do not apologize.

I will apologize if I ever do break the spell of such things because it could be outlandishly wild…haha

Oh and I did bring me home some books to read.

I will survive.

Good-night to you all, read a good book.

Survival & Books

 

One thing I cannot survive without is a good book on my end table. 

I am fighting at the moment for survival.  HELP.

I suppose that in order to live I must head out to the library in the morning or search Amazon. 

I will let you know weather I make it or not.

Wait, how can I let you know that I am not when I am not?

Ok lets just say that if there are no new post within the next few days, I am not.

No, I do not like that plan. It puts way too much pressure on me, what if I forget to blog and I leave the world believing I am not. No, I must have a better plan…

it is too hard to think at the moment.

This time of day was not meant to think hard of new plans. Or think at all for that matter.  It was meant for reading. Trust me, it was meant for reading.

That is why I am writing on and on about this. So that you have something to read at this time of day. I apologize that this particular reading is not very inspirational.

I must go find me something to read. NOW NOW!

Florida In Janurary

 

One night my Dad calls me up and asks if I could come help him work for a week. He would pay my ticket he says… I talked it over with Elvin and he was fine with keeping house while I would be gone.

“There will not be a dirty dish in the sink while I am in charge” he comments. I chuckle. (I leave dirty dishes in the sink, it does not bother me. It bothers him)

So the next day I purchase my ticket and the next day I fly away for a whole week ALL BY MYSELF!      No kids. No husband. No laundry. No dishes. (not that I do them that often anyway…haha)

My Dad has his own UNIQUE  business of fruit selling during the winter months that he and Mom live in Florida. I highlight the word unique because truly it is! My pictures will most likely speak for themselves.

The first thing I do is make some fresh squeezed lemonade.

 

 

 

      

 

The next thing is heading out with my Dad in his little pickup to pick fruit. We just drive around town…we look for trees loaded with fruit. We stop at peoples houses and ask if they would like to get rid of their fruit. Most all people are more then happy to let us pick. Lots go to waste rotting on the ground.

and so we pick. Then we drive around some more. we pick here we pick there.

We head back home to the little town of Pine craft.  We drive very slow. Everyone in town knows of Dad’s good fruit.  Fresh from the tree. Cheaper then anywhere else!!

  I made him these signs soon after I arrived

        

“ I want to make sure they come back for more” he says.

We sort and arrange the fruit.

We drive through town peddling what we got.

again we drive very slow.

Early afternoon and we head back to the house. It is time to call it a day. We park the truck. we put up the self serve sign. we sell fruit.

 

Next day we do it again.

This day we head to an orchard. Dad has made friends with the owner and now he lets him in to pick at no cost. We fill the truck.

          

 

 

We take time for some fun. This young kid drives by alot to see if Dad needs any help. This day we ask him for a ride in his nifty little rip around. I feel older then my Dad today. I swear all his oyster stew and onion eating keeps him young!

 

Friday night fun for my parents was spending the evening at friends playing card games. I helped. I learned alot just by observing. Altho I wouldn’t consider myself in the same class as them I truly enjoyed myself. At least for a time and then I was ready for bed…haha

  

Posing with two of my Mom’s friends.

 

My Mom and I

My baby brother and I. He and his wife live in Florida as well. We took them out for supper one night.

You can tell I look free at heart.  Hey, without any responsibilities who wouldn’t? 

This week with my parents was a milestone in my life. I am grateful to both of them.