Well, the wacky part is so obvious.
Lindsay, my wee one…she had her dance show 2 Sunday’s ago. IT WAS FANTASTIC!!!
We were so proud of her. She started out 5 years ago a timid little butterfly taking one dance class and dancing in one scene in the entire show, now she has blossomed into a dancing wonder performing in 6 dances in one afternoon…and she is so confident and smiling the whole time. That is my favorite part, seeing the joy in her face as she does something she loves. (She looks like me when I am
cleaning, Organizing oh, nevermind)
Coach and I were beaming with pride.
I have the cutest girls in the world, don’t I? well, you might be partial to YOURS, but I am sure mine are right after yours…right? Right. And if you don’t have girls, they should be at the top of your list.
I do thank you all for your book recommendations. I have my list reading….I am hoping to make some headway this weekend on “Water for Elephants.” I might be a passenger and I can read and ride at the same time. YES, my talents are endless.
Even my kids notice this. Lo made me this bookmark for Mother’s day:
She is so proud of me…i is a gud reeder 2.
And onto the wacky part of my family. No, the bookmark was NOT wacky. That was sweet.
I am ALMOST embarrassed to show this. Almost.
This is the light switch in the bathroom in my Grandma’s House. Really.
The funny part of this? It has been there since…well, since Jesus was a small child.
I can’t remember it NOT being there. I must have been about 12 when they got it.
My Grandma, Grandpa and my Uncle all were bowlers. Well, my uncle still is. Grandma gave up her league when she was about 84. My Grandpa, bless his heart, had a heart attack at the bowling alley and did not survive…
I should write about how I grew up in a bowling alley…or for that matter all my time spent running around in a trailer park, and NO, I have not been on an episode of COPS. yet. There is still time though.
This wacky light switch cover has never been talked about as far as I know. It was never even brought up by my girls…IT JUST WAS THERE.
SO on Sunday, my Grandma saw me taking a picture of it…do you know what she called me?
You will never guess!
She called ME a PERVERT!
And this is in HER house.
yeah, Grandma, I am the pervert in the family.
Happy Friday everyone.
I wish for you a weekend full of happy family members, something to relax you (I’ll be reading or watching Lo play softball) and NO perverts in your presence.