Monday, September 13, 2010
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Friday, September 10, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Saturday, September 4, 2010
This Friday morning was so lovely and it just kept reaping the benefits all day long... the Mr. took Goose to school and it totally made her day.
Then, he went to the assessor's office and he applied for our tax exemption that our county gives for returning from places such as Iraq and Afghanistan... totally made my day!
He came home and sat and played games with Boomer! Boomer beamed with joy (say that 10 times!). I was able to sneak in some photos of the two... what made it twice as gorgeous... Autumn winds blew through the open windows of the house. It was an amazingly cool day!
Then, the Mr. packs a big lunch for him and his girl and heads off to the school for lunch. Yes, he makes me smile... in case you were wondering.
The best part of the day... we all go to pick up the Goose from school and just drive.
We found a bakery... awesome and cheap and proves that for those prices... man CAN live by bread alone! (and unfortunately (wink, wink...Boomer left his thermos there so we are heading back tomorrow to get it)
We found some wonderful sights and drove through many a brown stalked corn field.
We found that our favorite orchard is open in the afternoon and they had our favorite cider in the cooler!
We found a small restaurant that had great steak and the Mr. found stomach utopia!
We did come home to take a stroll and found a snake in the yard (no worries... the Mr. did what Mr.'s do and I left the scene of the crime for the walk)
But, best of all, we found ourselves upstairs with everyone tucked in and no one headed to Iraq on a plane which is exactly where we found ourselves last year.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
A woman met with her pastor to discuss her final wishes, as she only had a very short time to live. After they discussed the plans for the funeral, she remembered one final request that was very important to her. She said, "I want to be buried holding a spoon in my right hand." The pastor gazed at the woman, at a loss for words. "That surprises you, doesn't it?" the woman asked. "You see, Pastor, in all my years of attending potluck dinners, I remember that when the dishes were being cleared, someone would lean over to me & say, 'Keep your spoon.' I knew then that something better was coming, like velvety chocolate cake or deep dish apple pie...something wonderful to end the meal!" As the pastor listened a smile came upon his face. The woman continued, "So, I just want people to see me in the casket with a spoon in my hand & I want them to wonder, 'What's with the spoon?'" Then I want you to tell them: "Keep your spoon--the best is yet to come." The pastor's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged her good-bye.