"Your story should be written now while it is fresh and while the true details are available. A journal is the literature of superiority. Each individual can become superior in her own humble life." ~Spencer W. Kimball
Today is Fred Roger's 80th birthday, and National "Wear a Sweater Day!" I hope you are all wearing your favorite red Mr. Roger's sweaters today!
I know that young people must have jobs. They have to start somewhere, but really, there has got to be some sort of intelligence test or guidelines before hiring people. Really. We bought some crown molding a while ago. I thought we would have enough. Turns out, as we were getting ready to put it up, we found we are about 5 ln feet short. Just 5. How annoying is that? So, I called Lowes and ended up speaking with a young man (I am guessing hoping he was young). The conversation amazed me. Me: "Hi do you carry any Trim-Tex crown molding?" Lowes: "What's that?" "A brand of crown molding. We are a couple of feet short." "Is that like a brand of baseboard?" "Well, yeah, sort of. Crown molding is decorative wood strip that goes along the ceiling." "Oh, okay. So what kind of tile do you need?" "Tile?" "To go along the ceiling, right?" "Uh, I don't need tile. I need crown molding."
We don't see our friends as often as we would like. Something about us being the only ones married and with kids. Whatever. So any chance to have them all come play is a welcome one. Since Jeffrey just had a birthday, we decided to have a barbecue tonight. We are having a barbecue and we don't eat meat. Kind of ironic, isn't it? When I thought about it, this video came to mind. Veggie At A Barbeque - Click here for the funniest movie of the week Have a fabulous Memorial Day weekend!
Last night the quiet of the house was heaven. After a full day of the park, the library and the kids at their grandparents house while Jeffrey and I went up to take care of our rental house, lease signing, moving out inspection and repairs, we were all very tired. The children were finally nestled into their dreams, and I sat with Jeffrey, my head resting on his shoulder, his hand caressing my arm, just visiting. We talked about the children. We talked about school. We talked about our rental house. And our plans for the future. As we sat thus, formulating plans and dreams, we had a rude awakening. More so me. Because Jeffrey is so calm and even keeled. He balances me perfectly. While I stress and worry, he is there to patiently and softly guide me through the storms of my frustrations and mostly imagined hardships. Last night was a perfect example. We received the news. The dreaded and anticipated and longed for news. And it came in the form of an email from a