What do I leave after

Some days, when I'm waxing eloquent (at least in my head it sounds eloquent), I have this strong desire to leave a lasting legacy to the world. Make it a better place because I've been in it. (my life's motto BTW) and since I don't have any children for a physical manifestation of that legacy, you dear readers have to put up with my mothering platitudes. Now wash behind your ears.

237

What do you get when you go on vacation for thanksgiving and you choose to eat whatever you want in a nonconfrontational, guilt free, it is what it is and we can totally deal with the consequences, whatever they are, way, so that you're practically stuffing your face every two hours with delectables that you've been depriving yourself of for several months and having a good happy non-body-hating time with friends and family? Well, you lose a pound! That's what.

In case you wanted to know.

Grrrr

Way too easy to press the post button in this app. (which, for the readers benefit, is blogwriter lite, I think)

Okay, as I was saying. Poem

There once was a girl named Karen.
She lived in a tight cozy warren. (sp?)
Of plates she had plenty,
and cups by the twenty,
But only for bowls almost barren.

Thank you

Two hrs sleep and wide awake

So, time for something productive. A poem for the benefit of all mankind.

Dancing on the kinect

We broke one of Kimberly's vases, I am sorry to report. It's just way too much fun and gets way too out of hand...

Too much pie

Too much pie in the world this week. Not enough will power

Thankful

For lazy Sunday afternoons
For goals... And for accomplishing them
For nieces and nephews that bring smiles
For hands that create wondrous things
For taste buds to marvel
For delicate sunsets
For beautiful music that makes me cry spontaneously
For God in my life from the big changes to the tiny details

Should be asleep

iPhones are way too addictive to be allowed any time after nine

238

Thats right.

Pretty

It's a marshmallow world in the winter. I forget the rest of the lyrics. My parents own this piano book that was a compendium of Christmas songs. Some of them are never played on the radio, like the one above. Becky and I used to pull out the book on the first day snow stuck to the ground, and we'd sing and play all of them in order. Our other siblings would have gone crazy if they had not already gone out to play.