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Archive for January, 2007

the ice dam cometh

or breaketh

whatevah - it’s a big mess. Check it out at our local tv station. Be sure to click on the Kenai Flooding featured video (shiver!)

cue our gratitude that we never did buy a piece of waterfront property.

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Reading List Update

I found this to be a great read and I plan to look for his other books as well:

William Kowalski’s The Good Neighbor

Family matters! ’nuff said. Do go and read. I highly recommend it.

My fine is - $370

 oh, my! And, no, I’m not telling!

It’s all Faith’s fault - she got it from Joe

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abstract thinking

Getting older is a breeze. Really, we have nothing to do with it at all. It’s simply a matter of waking up every day and breathing in . . . breathing out.

Do that 24 x 7 x 365 and soon, you’re a whole year older! It’s your birthday - and people are congratulating you and wishing you well.

Almost like YOU had something - anything - to do with it.

No, lest you think I’m complaining - or negative - about my rapidly advancing (it’s a mad dash, folks!) age . . . I’m not really.

It doesn’t really bother me that today I turn (gasp!) 57 years old.

You see, NEXT Saturday Mr. Moose has HIS 57th birthday, too.

And, two weeks after that (February 17th) Lessa will be 37! And, nine days later Ladybug will be 32!

I see you sneaking sideways glances at your calendars. Yes, you can see that we have all four birthdays within a span of 30 days. And, if you are so minded, you will have noticed that our birthdates are arranged in the order of our ages - that is, I am the oldest and my birthday comes first, then Mr. Moose, Lessa and Ladybug. Quite fun when the girls were living at home and it was just the four of us.

These days we have grandbabies added into the mix - two of Ladybug’s are also in February.

So, no, I’m not upset about getting older - getting grayer - if I were still young I wouldn’t hve the joy of being called Mom (or MOTHER! depending on the level of my girls’ frustration). Nor would I be loved as Nana, Nonny, Gramma, or Grams (called so by the one who used to call me “Ga” - sob, I do miss that!)

And now . . . onward to 58 - then 59 - then the magical age of 60 when most of the senior discounts kick in. Suggested senior citizen lunch donation for us young whippersnappers is $9 - but when I become a senior (at the tender age of 60) I will be able to only pay $5. Heh.

And, come that year - that (probably) very cold February, my girls and I will (Lord willing) be sunning ourselves on the sands of Hawaii.

See . . . I told you getting older wasn’t such a bad thing.

This post has been hijacked by Lessa to say…

Happy Birthday, Mom!
Hah. You thought I’d forgotten, huh? Not even! Love you!