This week flew by, can't believe it's Friday already! And Clan Donaldson is hosting - hi Cari!!
So last year, I wrote a bucket list of sorts, and one of my items was to see a woman give birth. I just think it would be the coolest thing ever. According to my husband, it is. So everytime one of my friends gets pregnant, I bug them and try to convince them to let me be in the room when the miracle happens. So far, no takers. But! My super pretty, intelligent, funny, friend (did I ingratiate enough?) Laura is due next month, and she is seriously considering letting me come to the labor! Squeeeeeeeeeal! I would be the photographer, and if it all works out (meaning she does not call me in the middle of the night because I love my sleep too much) I will actually get to accomplish a life long dream. True story, I wanted to be an OB/Gyn when I was a little girl so I could deliver babies all day long, and then I found out what the Gyn part was all about, and that occupation went on my "way-too-gross" list.
We got benches for our kitchen table!
As a family of 7 (going on 8) we had run out of chairs at our table, and kept talking about getting/making benches to fit everyone. My parents were at a consignment shop and saw these two 5 ft. benches (with backs!) for $50 total. My Dad had his truck, so they called me up, described them to me, bought them and delivered them. What service!
Alexander was especially thrilled about the "diamond" in the center. (It's a heart, but don't tell him that.)
Soccer season is almost over! Know how I know that? It's getting cold and dark at practices! But look at the beautiful sunsets we get to watch...
|They paved paradise...and put up a parking lot.|
The Red Sox are in the World Series, and I'm not even watching. I just don't get baseball. It's too slow and the season is too long, and the games are so late.
But, Go Sox!?!?!?!
This is why I refuse to go on rides at Fairs. I will go on at amusement parks (where the rides are permanent fixtures) but traveling machines of death scare me worse than carnies.
Okay, we need something happy to end the week...
A Maggie Einstein throwback.