He is on his way…you know, that big fluffy guy with large feet and big ears.
That would be my Uncle. My Dad’s younger brother. The only family I have left on my Dad’s side will be here on Sunday. Getting down to the da’ nitty and da’ gritty.
Mi Padre’, Suz and Mi Uncle on a very very windy Easter in the early 80’s.
I am the daughter he never had. I am also the daughter that he never had that gives him more time than his boys do.
Ahemmm…did I just say that out loud? Oh, I suppose I did…my bad.
This is our first Easter without Grandma. Easter was HER holiday.
I am the Matriarch of the family now…well, that is what Grandma told me last year. And if she crowns you with a title, you heed it.
Goodbye to my filter and hello to saying what is on my mind…or the golden years as I like to think of it.
Grandma heading to church on Easter. Clearly she enjoyed the cat calls from the neighbors.
So…getting ready for Easter. And working on the yard. I forgot how much I
hated loved all the trimming. I think in my next life I will have a postage stamp yard and not a prairie. Or full time gardeners.
Linds is coming home today from Camp. Well,as soon as I go pick her up, then she can come home.
I think it would be more memorable for her to walk home and save me the 6 hour roundtrip drive. I have things to do, she does not realize this. .
Although we had no contact while she was at camp…I did get a sneak peek of her this week via her camps’ facebook page.
Apparently the new thing at camp is to make your own canoe out of duct tape and cardboard. Then they drop you in the middle of the
I think this might be an eco-friendly flotation device, but I will have to investigate further.
So Easter weekend. Is everyone just a little shocked at how quickly Easter snuck up and pinched us on the derrière? I KNOW. Me too.
What are you doing this weekend…
Sunrise church services?
Streaking through the neighborhood?
We will have a semi-full house…8 adults and 6 kids.
All will be fully clothed, I hope…especially my Uncle.
I don’t usually post on the weekends, but I have a cute Easter story to share tomorrow. Lords knows, that this time next year I won’t remember it. And with my growing filter, I will have much more to say. That was a warning.