Happy Birthday

This strapping young man is my first born.

He turns 15 today.

He's taller than me.

He has a wicked sense of humor.

He's a High Honor Roll Student.

He's a great cook.

He can sing. But he won't.

He has a killer cut fast ball.

He eats me out of house and home on a regular basis.

He's never met a sport he wasn't good at.

He's fun to hang out with.

He's not afraid to hug me in front of his friends.

I'm proud to be his Mom.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

~I LOVE YOU~

Winter Morning

Love Notes:

World for Haiti

You may have already seen this video, but it's worth watching again. And again.
Mashable quoted an answer given by Quincy Jones regarding the decision to distribute the video through YouTube “… with the stroke of a key on your keyboard or cell phone, images and messages can be transferred all around the world to hundreds of millions of people in seconds. That’s an enormous amount of power. How can you not try and harness that resource to help people in need?”

That, my friends, is Social Media at it's finest.



What an enormous amount of talent they have gathered together for a great cause. (And how nice it is to see Michael in his semi-normal days.)

All proceeds from sales of the song on iTunes will go to Haiti relief.

Was That My Out Loud Voice?

Another edition of things I probably shouldn't have said.

Of course I knew what you were talking about. I just chose to mock instead.

I want the sandwich WITHOUT the wingnut.

Where's Madam Pomfrey when we need her?

I walk into a place like this and I can't help but wonder what time they dance on the bar.

He followed you into the restroom? Did he tap his foot under the stall?

Naughty doesn't get anyone anywhere!

You're funny. I'll be sure to share that one with my next husband while we're spending all your money.*

I'm melting.

While I do not currently have a scathing retort, you check your email periodically for a doozy!*

You can give them back the key to the mini bar. Just tell them we don't need it because your wife is a recovering alchoholic. (husband looks at me like I've lost it) What?...They won't even question you. But if you tell them you don't drink because you're a Mormon they'll look at you funny.

Let's go around the block once. Then maybe they won't remember that we're the ones who drove on their sidewalk.

*These two were actually lines from television shows. I made it a point to remember them so I could use them later...and of course, I did.

Heavenly Choirs....do you hear them singing?

This is one corner of my office. This shelf is built in and frankly it's not very pretty. So I've tried to make it a little less ugly less conspicuous by covering it up most of the time. But am I the only one who hears heavenly choirs sing when I see a well organized space?

Do you hear them? The angels....the singing?
Things like this make my heart go pitter-pat.
It makes me weak in the knees.
It soothes me.

Hallelujah!

Have you heard???
Spanx makes swimsuits.
It's an answer to my prayers.
(Now if they'd just lower the price by about a hundred dollars I might place an order.)