Thanksgiving

As thousands of turkeys roasted in ovens across the nation, I said goodbye to the little house where my children grew up. I'm not ashamed to admit there were tears in the eyes as I did so BUT it was Thanksgiving and I'm thankful for a lot of things that happened in that house. I'm thankful for all of the pictures taken in front of the fireplace-they're too many to count and they start when the kids stood half way up to the mantel-they last ones show the kids towering above the mantel. I'm thankful that no one ever fell off the roof putting up Christmas lights(the kids have done this for years now). I'm thankful that none of the kids were hurt when they hid the artificial tree in the attic so we'd be forced to buy a real tree.I'm really thankful as I walked through each room that I heard echoes of children's laughter in every room. There was the slime in Paul's room that went thru the ceiling fan. There was the washing of the cats in the kids bathroom. There was the heart and house that Lauren painted on her closet wall when she was 3. There was the dream catchers and millions of books in Beth's room.No one can forget the iguana climbing into the fireplace. There were the light bulbs in the microwave, and my pink passion bed room.And I'm glad that I was too busy living my life to organize it. My eternal thanks to Rhett, Ben, and Mike McDonald for their help in the final hours.

Lessons learned in moving

The house was on the market for less than 40 days-and that is why I tell myself that I am so utterly not prepared to move. It doesn't matter that the kids are protesting the move and have to be threatened to move/box their things. It doesn't matter that I have lived at the house for over 12 years. I'm not the most organize individual and it shows.Boy, does it ever. Wish me luck.

Only 42 more days

Yes, that's right only 42 more days until Christmas. Have you started shopping? Do you have a favorite Christmas gift that you received as a child? I love the shopping. The hunt to find the perfect gift for each person. Of course, you can't get a bull's eye with every shot, but it's still fun to try.

A Thanksgiving Story for Robyn

My sister's blog tells a funny story that she had with a turkey. I never had a turkey experience, but one Thanksgiving stands clear in my mind. I was at my in-laws house and someone had the bright idea to have everyone join hands around the table. We were all supposed to tell the family something that we were Thankful for and it went great until we got down to one of the last and smallest children. When it came her turn, she was thankful for her mom. Someone asked if she was thankful for anything else and she just replied No-without her I wouldn't have anything.
It got really quiet and it was funny how many people tried to hide tears. None were very successful and we never did the circle again.

Just a little thing

So Mom if you're reading this-brace yourself-when I visit the boyfriend we sleep in the same bed. Imagine my surprise when I went to climp in bed and there were at least three blankets(one being an electric one already warmed up). A little background here-he is very hot natured. So it's the little things that make a big difference. Note: breakfast in bed is an added bonus.