Monday, June 19, 2017

Just a bunch of plastic and rubber



This weekend, I spent some time blowing up tubes in preparation for a floating trip. I tried to remember when each one was purchased and how much they had cost. I wasn't successful at remembering any of that information and it doesn't really matter. What matters are the memories made on these tubes in the water. I've floated with Lauren from Hasty to Carver and from Tyler Bend to 65. We had a great time. Those same tubes took Beth, Lauren, Jody, and Shane on more than one trip. Oscar and Dixie have floated a little bit too. There's just something about plastic and rubber all aired up in the river.

Friday, June 9, 2017

What I'm making

Blue berries are coming in and so I'm using this recipe once again. I think I've shared it before, but once I made it without the sugar (reasons I should not bake before having one cup of coffee) and it came out just fine. These always rise and make perfect biscuits.

Thursday, June 8, 2017

Big things in a little town aka Casey, IL

Casey is a little town with big things like a bird cage for my Tweetie:

And a really, really large mail box:

There's a me sized minion:
The largest rocking chair that I've ever seen! For scale, the tiny man shown underneath the chair is six feet tall.

There's a big top!
 Not pictured today: the large ruler, pencil, pitchfork, and golf tee.

Saturday, June 3, 2017

Room with a view

We stayed here:
On the 29th floor and our room looked like this:
But when I looked out the window:
Then the view got even better:

This was a belated birthday present from my awesome husband.




Friday, June 2, 2017

All she wants to do is dance

Dwight very, very seldom dances in public. Through the kindness of these terrific gentlemen, I got to dance at the wedding:



Monday, May 29, 2017

John Legend - All of Me




I don't have a video of the actual dance at the wedding, but I would love to see it. Mike had basically lost his voice when he and Kate danced their first dance to this song. Maybe into the first verse, the kids had started singing it. As time went on, more and more people all joined in and formed a huge circle around the couple. It may have been a little corny, but it felt good to be in that group hug and in that moment.

Sunday, May 28, 2017

There was a toast

Yesterday, I went to my step-dad's wedding. Like I normally do, I cried. I cry at all weddings at some point, but this was different. It was like a dam burst and I couldn't stop. Maybe it was because I'm happy for him, maybe it was because Kate was so beautiful, and maybe it was because it was just one more reminder that Mom is really gone.
Anyway, through the grace of God and some amazing people around me (Mary, Beth, Jody-this would be you), I recovered. My make up even remained good enough to take pictures.
After kicking myself for a while, I started rethinking the whole "toast" idea. I had already embarrassed myself enough for one day.
Then, we got to the reception and Paul was so nervous about giving his. I told him he would be fine and when he asked if I was going to "toast" I told him honestly, I didn't know if I could. Paul should not have worried. His toast was wonderful, funny, sweet, and it gave you all the warm fuzzy feelings. I am so proud of him.
Then the host was asking people to come forward and it seemed like no one would. One of my kids yelled "Go, Mom" and there was no turning back.
My main objective was to tell Mike that we loved him and welcomed Kate and not cry and not embarrass myself.
I remember introducing myself and my kids. I explained that the handsome young man that gave the previous toast was still single. I told them that Mike had been at the hospital each time I had given birth. That he had been there for softball, baseball, football, and basket ball games. That he had watched them grow up. He had been there for me for some of the best times of my life. He was there for them too being a man he didn't have to be-and we all loved him.
I also went on to explain that Mike had lost some of his "twinkle". When he was happy, like last night-his eyes twinkled kinda like Santa Claus. For a while those eyes were a little dim, but Ms. Kate had brought back the sparkle. I told her I was honored to have her in the family and ended with a toast to life, love, laughter, and happily ever after. That's what I remember anyway.
Before I handed the mic over, I received a nice round of applause and I sat down at the table so proud of myself for not even one crack in the voice. Not one.
So I sit myself down and Casey is wiping her eyes. So is Lauren. So is Beth. Not good. Someone said "damn Mom" so I went into overdrive with something stupid and in a matter of minutes we were all laughing again. Were Mary's eyes a little watery? Surely not.
Dwight and I were driving and I asked him was there something wrong with my toast? He never, ever lies to me. He said no. I told him that I saw Lauren, Casey, and Beth wiping their eyes and he kinda laughed and squeezed my hand. To tell the truth he said he got misty eyed himself. I asked again what was wrong with it-and he said nothing-you just made everyone feel the love and sometimes that gets us softies.
I'm sorry I'm not sorry.
Best Wishes Mike