When Eve was on treatment, she was given a beautiful glass bead for every cancer-related procedure she had through Beads of Courage. We tried making necklaces with them, only to have them break apart and fly across the room after many games of tug-of-war gone awry. Of the ones I have been able to recover, and the ones that have not broken, we were still left with a long strand.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
I believe in signs. I do. Like when my mom and I went out to dinner and a thunderstorm knocked the power out, my mother calmly said, "Well, I guess this is God's way of saying I've maxed out my Weight Watchers Points today."
I just took it as a sign that we needed to go out for ice cream instead.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
This is the 250th post on the blog. Taco Bell should be paying me for advertising at this point. (Truth be told, this wasn't actually the 250th I've published, as there are many gems waiting for you in draft form. Most of these will never see the light of day because my children will probably grow up and never talk to me again if I tell all their secrets.)
Sunday, August 7, 2011
August 1st marked the first day of first grade for Natalie. She smiled for a pic before running away from me toward the school bus.
Not even a goodbye. What am I...chopped liver?
Actually, I like liver. What am I...sauteed leeks?