Last Week

school report.

good work.

6am monday morning

gifts from far.

every day.

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Emma: "Mama, are we gonna frost your cake now?"

Me: "Not until I've got dinner going."

Emma: "Are we gonna decorate it?"

Me: "No, Honey"

Emma: "Don't you think candles would be a nice touch?"

Me: "Yeah, they would! Oh. I don't think I have any."

pause

Emma: "So... grown up birthdays are zero like kids birthdays."

Me: "Well, we still have cake."

Emma: nods

Grown up birthdays are good if you are the lucky mama of two adorable children who love celebrations. This morning I was surprised with a table strewn with leftover christmas candy, chairs adorned with ribbons that had been cut off recently opened packages, a homemade hoops and yoyo card, and gifts.

Oh, such gifts---

Two quarters and a Hank the Cowdog book from Bo, "You remember, I just couldn't get into it, and you always liked listening"

Two dollars and the book "The Christmas Snowman" in a beautiful box from Emkins.

They are so delightful. The picture is of a regular week night dinner that they decided to turn into "Happy Heroman Day."

And so it was.


Grown up birthdays are also good when you get to go to the concert that makes everyone (including yourself) realize what a dork you really are, and two weeks later you still get a little thrill thinking about it.

Grown up birthdays are good when you have friends at work who buy you lunch and bring you cake and make you cards using up their Basic Grey stickers. That's love.

Grown up birthdays are good when you are royalty.

Grown up birthdays are good when you have plans with your sister to shop and eat. Like I suppose there's anything better than that.

Grown up birthdays are good when you get sushi for a present.

Time for a change

The template was starting to make me nauseous, and I was craving peace and quiet. I'm adding to my links list as I go. My brain can handle only so many template changes on a Sunday morning as I procrastinate going to work out. (Scratch that. It's valid that I'm not there yet. The kids club doesn't open until 10. So there.)

Been crafty on this delightful four day weekend. I was inspired by a thread on SIS to do an "all about you" book for my daughter. Two jump rings and two 50 cent squares of chipboard later, I've come up with a way to do quick 6x6 pages and add to the album when I have new pictures and new quotes and new funny stories about this daughter of mine. This may be something I'll actually keep up with. I'm going to do one for Bo also. Watch this space for pictures.


Lets see.... other interesting things...

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We went to the circus, thanks to Bo and Emma, who won tickets at the mall last weekend. What a spectacle.

Bo and Em have been playing "Stuffed Animal Circus" the new incarnation of "Stuffed Animal Playhouse" and, in addition, I am pleased to announce the wedding of Spirit the Horse and Roseyanna the Unicorn, and also the union of Gideon the Seahorse with Snow Sparkle the Unicorn. For those of you concerned about the potential problems of a marriage between a seahorse and a unicorn, have no fear. I've been informed that Gideon swims "in the air."

My nephew has been listed as one of the top 25 players in Jacksonville by the Florida Times Union. Go Dave!

Mighty Fine Early Birthday

What I wanted more than anything for my birthday was tickets.

I'm not even gonna address the issue that most of you reading this are thinking,
"Seriously?
Sarah.
Seriously."

You don't even know how talented these guys are (two grammys are no joke), and how stinking funny. It was a huge splurge for us... but I really, REALLY wanted it. I made a decision to introduce my kids to live performances at this concert. They have practically worn out the "Woody's Round Up" CD, and were very excited to hear the songs in person.

I enjoyed every stinking minute of that two hours. I only wish Dad could have been there to hear "Cool Water" and "Tumbling Tumbleweeds" and "Ghost Riders in the Sky."
They came out afterward, and signed autographs. Note: observe the position of Bo's mouth. Not silent with awe. Not at all. Emma buried her face in my hip for this part of the evening.
So now Ranger Doug, Idol of American Youth, Woody Paul, King of the Cowboy Fiddlers, Too Slim and Joey the CowPolka King have a place in Bo's room.

In other framing news...

Rings true.

Now to figure out where to put it.

Don't call it a comeback.

I (gasp) scrapbooked.

Geaux Tigers!

All you need is love doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!!!

It's not like I don't have any pictures to post, 'cause I do.
Like 1 adorable one of Emma and Mom.
Some tousled hair pictures of Bo and Em Christmas morning.
Some fancy dress pictures of Emma.
and
984 pictures of eblings playing basketball, none of which are even close to good.

I want to pick a word for the year.
I want to do that 365 project where you take a picture each day for a year.
I want to get back into the scrap world. Lol.
I want to purchase this.
And do her Overlooked project. (she's-dare I say it-inspiring me.)
I also want some ink for my dad-gum printer. And some kosher salt.

What I am most definitely going to do is
THIS
in preparation for
THIS.
Merry Christmas, and Happy 10th Anniversary in April to me!
Thank you.
:)