The Library

If you're in Little Rock this weekend check out the used book sale at the main library on Rock Street. The sale is sponsored by FOCAL(friends of the Central Arkansas Library). It's Friday, Saturday and Sunday.I went today and got five really great books for a mere $3.50.
I love the library-always have. It must have started with the book mobile that came to our neighbor hood. Julie and I would race as hard as we could to get the newest Nancy Drew.Later, my kids had to go to story hour and check out their own books (ever tried to keep up with the library cards of three children plus your own? Not happening). The kids even got to check out movies to watch. Beth literally has enough books for a small library but she still goes to the library and Barnes and Noble is a favorite hangout. She's even gone as far as to say she loves the smell of old books. Me-I judge the books by the content not the smell. Anyway go support the library if you can and take a good wiff.

Men go shopping

The weekend meant a shopping trip with the boyfriend. I should have been concerned when he and my step dad poured over the sales circular for Gander Mountain for twenty minutes before we left. Dwight had several things he wanted to look at and had a detailed plan of action- look at guns first, then scopes, then ammunition, then seasonings for meat,etc. When we drove into the parking lot, his eyes kinda glazed over and a new person emerged. Think shoppers on Black Friday. The parking lot was packed and upon entering the store there were more men with the same glazed look that Dwight had. Old men, young men, rednecks, yuppies.... and the ammunition isle-forget it. I'm a seasoned shopper.Black Friday is my holiday, but these men were animals.Maybe the sale was just that good and I don't know what I'm lookin' at, but oh no the men at Ft. Thompson's have the same glazed eyes. I now call it the "Fever" before deer season.When you count more that half a dozen four wheelers on a trailer headed South-you know the fever has begun.

From one generation to the next

October 31st, 1988, I gave birth to my oldest child. She came in the middle of the day. Before the baby comes, you read as much information about babies and parenting as you can get your hands on, but nothing can ever prepare you for the real thing. There is no way to describe how much you instantly, completely, insanely love your child. No words to prepare you. I remember it shocked me a little to feel so much so quickly so completely. The next morning my mother came to see me and to hold the baby for the first time. I saw her in a completely different light and have ever since.I don't know how she didn't lose her mind raising four children. I pray every day that I get some of her strength and that strength that she passed on to her granddaughter. My daughter is one of the strongest women I know and I think I know where she got it from. Happy Birthday to Bunny and Beefy.

It's all in the Shine

I bought the cutest miniature chanpagne glass-just about perfect, but it was a little bit cloudy. I washed it in Dawn, then Ajax, then Cascade, and then Lime Away (twice). It was still cloudy so then I put it in boiling water. Still cloudy.Then I washed it numerous times in the dish washer. Still cloudy. To be honest, I had given up hope of ever seeing it really sparkle. Sometime during the night, some unknown person put moonshine in my little glass. If you've ever smelled moonshine, it's something you don't forget.Kaboom. My little glass sparkles like never before. I guess it's all in the shine.

The freezer

I hadn't quite finished my first cup of coffee when Dwight asked me to help him get something out of the freezer-when I opened the door this guy was staring me straight in the face. He's still laughing and I seriously need more coffee.

Grant County Fair

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. This is my mom and I at the Grant County Fair. I have the Reserve Grand Champion for Muscadine Jelly and Mom got Grand Champion for her cake. Good luck at State Mom.

21 til 21

It's 21 days until my oldest turns 21. Yep, I'm that friggin' old. I demand a recount. One minute I'm so depressed-where has all the time gone? She was just into Princess Jasmin and Aladdin yesterday. Now she serves her country and goes to college-not to mention slinging boxes at night. So depressed.
But you know what? In 21 days I can send her to get mommy a bottle of wine. How cool is that?