Happy Thanksgiving

Nine years ago today I married my best friend. The man of my dreams.

Bo-bo

My kids have this thing where they take a syllable of a name or thing, double it and then use that for the name instead.


Timbo~ Bo-bo
The neighbors dog Roxie~ Rox-rox
Brendon~ Bren-bren
Chair~ chair-chair


You get the idea.

Meet Pistol

Adorable dog
Unfortunate name

If you are a married man then I know you are going to understand my next statement because I am sure you have thought the same thing about your wife....

My Bug this morning, breath taking. I always think she is pretty but there is just something about the way she looks today. She isn't wearing anything special and her hair isn't done up in any fancy way..... Just ordinary Bug.....Beautiful

More Leak

Bear was so excited to have him caught so he could get a good look at him without being scared.

Kati of course had to draw a picture of him.

And my Bo looked on with admiration.

Meet Leak

I found this little guy in our bathroom. He scared me the first time.

But he began to be a regular appearance in our bathroom. And once I saw him snuggling down in our bathroom rug to keep warm he won me over.
Once he started making himself comfortable with the rest of our house Jeff thought I should catch him before he had an ill fate with feet or the washing machine.
He is now residing in our old fish tank. The kids love him. Everyday after school or first thing in the morning you will find all three little heads crowded around watching him do a whole lot of nothing.

I'm a writer. Whether I am any good or anything is ever even published, I'm a writer, it's what I do. It's how I think. I have thoughts that flow through this muddled mind all day long. Sometimes they just have to come out. Unfortunately I don't feel like I can put all of my thoughts here because of a breach of trust from someone I called friend. Never the less, all of the writing thoughts still flow. My counselor said maybe there is a brilliant author trapped somewhere inside...I'm thinking maybe just a nut trapped inside. I had to do something with all the thoughts so I started writing them on my mirror when ever I had them.I've decided it looks a little mad scientist. I can't even see myself well enough to do my hair or put makeup on. I guess I will have to revert to something a little more logical. Like maybe a notebook. Who woulda thunk it....Jeff, that's who.

Yes, I am aware it has passed...

but that face it too cute not to share.

I found the new perfect spot for photos at the zoo. Unfortunately I got there at just the right time for lighting and shadow issues.

Trip to the zoo

I love this picture of my sweet little man.

Polar Bear Polar Bear

The love of reading runs deep in this family.

Again today I got into a size 4 jean, zipped up and still able to breathe, quite comfortable thank you. This can't be right. As much as I would like to be excited about the size 4 I can see myself and I certainly don't look that small. On top of that my wedding dress was a size 6 and I am about 18 pound heavier than I was then. I think the clothing industry has compensated for the ego of we overweight Americans. I guess I'll take my size four and be happy about it without wondering what size this would have really made me nine years ago.