Showing posts with label stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stories. Show all posts

Thursday, June 23, 2011

i swear i have stuff to tell you

i have all kinds of stuff to tell you and pictures to show you....but blogger is giving me attitude.

no editing. no copying and pasting. all photos exactly where i don't want them.

i'm in no mood for it. i have other stuff to think (read worry) about. b is driving with an instructor--right this moment.

i'm thinking about buying a driver's ed car--so that i can have a passenger brake and steering option. i'm mostly kidding. mostly.

or can i just pimp my ride? my 10 year old mini-van? that would be sweet, no? :)

alright, that's all i have until i arm-wrestle blogger into submission. i'll try again later. i have a story about baseball and poorly behaved adults. i have a story about what i'm reading, i have a story about setting boundaries and i have a story about snakes. oh, and i am sharing recipes for summer salads.


love and light and attitude
deborah

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

once upon a time, long ago....


the snow melted and we're back to normal mid-april weather in michigan. big storms heading our way tonight.

over dinner i told r that on may 9, 1923 michigan received 6 inches of snow. (my point being that we could potentially get quite a bit of snow that late in the season) r says, "how did you remember that?" oh lordy. i don't remember that--as i wasn't born....but i did see it on the news earlier in the day.

that reminds me of when b was a wee-little and asked my mom if there were trees when she was a kid.

man, i love those moments. i love when funny things come out of people's mouths. whether, on accident or *by purpose*--another one of b's sayings from when he was small.

makes me wish i had wrote down all those funny moments--to relive them again and again.

are there stories in your family that you all tell again and again? i'd love to hear them. i'm a new audience.

nobody in my family wants to hear the story of how i was almost killed by a trout.... again. it's a good story. i am the hero. my family are all the bad guys. maybe that's why nobody wants to go over that one again. ;)


love and light and good stories
deborah