None of the photos from my previous blog template translated over when I switched so I just uploaded another photo instead. This post was about my little girl being very unhappy that the farm was closed for a month and she couldn’t see her horse. She was so upset that she asked me to make the post private. Boy have things change in a year. It doesn’t seem to bad now.

Here we go…originally posted on August 24, 2008.

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The girl still misses her horse, but reluctantly lets me take her shopping. Where do we go? Not to the mall, not to the shoe store, not even to the ice cream store. We went to Office Depot. The girl loves office supplies.

This is at dinner last night. Nothing can make a girl happier than some pretty post-it notes and a shiny new pencil.

I love her!

The yellow rose is my mother’s favorite flower.

Unconscious thoughts and unknowing minds
Still breathes small signs of what’s to come
For the promise of the day
Is as evident as the rising sun…

In other words…it’s going to be a crazy day. But I will pray before I go and I know that I will go protected.

The girl and her Poppop, circa 1999

My step-father, or Poppop, is the father that I always wished I had. My parents married when I was sixteen years old. I remember my step-brother Jim asking me on that day, “How do you feel about this?”

I said, “I’m so happy about it.”

And I still am. For in her final round of love, my mother has picked a great man. Happy Father’s Day Poppop.

The husband’s father died when the husband was two years old. His mom re-married and her second husband died a few years later. From then on, Virginia, my mother-in-law, raised the son who will in turn be a great father. And she did it without a husband for many years.

Virginia came to visit when we lived in Phoenix many years ago. She met Frank on the plane. He was on his way to see his son in Tucson. They struck up a conversation, struck up a friendship and now have been together over twelve years.

In her final round of love, my mother-in-law has picked a great man. Happy Father’s Day Frank.

And now, my husband, my love, my life, father to my children. The man with whom I wish I could have more kids…another story for another time.

In my one and only round of love, I am blessed to have picked a great man. Happy Father’s Day honey.

The husband spent his formative teenage years in Florida.

So the tug of the water is strong. Last year on Father’s Day, we surprised him with a little boat to fish in. And to cruise in. And to just do nothing in.

There is nothing more relaxing to him than to be out on the water. It’s like a vacation for him when he gets home from a trip.

Our little spot on the Chesapeake is really pretty. We’ll probably be hanging out here quite a bit this summer.

This has been a gray stormy spring but yet, it’s beautiful in it’s own way.

When the sky is filled with violet and lavender, I’m in my cozy creative nesting place. I wish I could stay there, but the world beckons…

I overexposed this flower just to see what would happen.

I want to thank you all so much for coming by to vote and leave such helpful and constructive comments. I feel like I’ve been empowered. And I also feel like you’ve stopped me from doing something I’ll regret.

Unlike our hapless politicians in Washington, I unabashedly admit that I am letting the polls sway my policy decisions. I won’t deny it.

Thank you to those who gave me some sympathy votes so it didn’t look like such a blow-out. And the four people from Switzerland who voted, thank you to you too.

I’ve decided to go with your suggestion and ditch the glass tile, therefore admitting that my husband was right by default. And he’s very pleased about it.

See the results of the vote here. I don’t know how to turn off the poll so as of today, as it stands, Yes – 25%, No – 67% and “I dont’ want to hurt your feelings.” – 8%.

I bow to the majority! So now…back to the drawing board…

We were cruising the Chesapeake when Chessy pops her head out of the water.

She startled us…I believe.

Circa 1991 ~ Bitburgh Germany. This is one of exactly five photos of me in BDUs. I look at this and I think, wow, I’m tough.

And wow, I’m short too.

Thanks to Gayle at Planet M Files and Monday Memories for making me do things I wouldn’t normally do.

Does the hawk take flight by your wisdom
and spread his wings toward the south?

Does the eagle soar at your command
and build his nest on high?

He dwells on a cliff and stays there at night;
a rocky crag is his stronghold.

Job 39: 26-28