Monthly Archives:May 2012

Hubby Moose and I laid low for part of the anniversary weekend. We puttered around the house and caught up on stuff (the ever present stuff), but we were able to take a road trip to Homer Saturday. It was chilly and gray, and the mountains weren’t too cooperative for photo ops. However, I do love the crosshatch pattern of the waves in the aboce pic. It was caused by boats crossing each other’s wake as they passed going into and out of the harbor.

We stopped at our fave bakery for a loaf of bread for HubbyMoose and turtle bars for me. (yum – we shared) Before we headed back up the road we stopped at a small place that specializes in sourdough bread and had lunch.

We were met with rain/snow coming back home, but it couldn’t dampen our spirits. We popped in a Celtic Thunder cd and I made hubby laugh with my antics as I sang along in my version of Gaelic/English.

Poor HubbyMoose had to go to work Saturday night for a double shift because his workers got sick – yup, two of them. That was the one smudge on an otherwise lovely weekend. Thank you for your kind wishes. We were not able to get our photo done, but I am going to work on that. We DID have a great time showing off the pic of us at 16. Such stunned surprise from people.
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Why, we look exactly the same . . . from the inside of our eyelids at least.

Two daughters have I
With eyes of blue
Younger versions of me

Artistic and talented
Delighting me, their mother

Better yet their love is shown
In seven children they’ve borne
Giving me Grand-love

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Here is the promised sentimental piece for Trifecta’s Mother of all Mother challenges. Thanks for the comments on the other two pieces. Hope you moms out there have a great Mother’s Day.

Mary bowed her head. “Yes, Mother.”

She arose and walked to the door.

Her penance was in the acceptance of her fate.

Mary would hang up her habit and leave the convent forever.
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Take two on the Trifextra challenge word: Mother. There may yet be a sentimental post. Cogitating.

You Mother (beep)er!

“Cut! Dude, you cannot say that!”

Don’t tell me what I can say on my own mother (beep)ing show! It’s MY show!

Producer: “Howard, you’re fired. It’s my show now.”
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For this Mother’s Day weekend those motherly editors (lamenting added gray hairs caused by the trifectans) challenged us to write 32 words and adding MOTHER within for the requisite 33 words.

Now, I’m as sentimental as most Moms and truly expect my children (both mothers themselves) to call/text me, but my mind went totally into left field on this one. I may write sentimentally, too. We’ll see. 🙂

Happy Mother’s Day everyone.

It started out so innocently . . . his friend invited him to a football game. My friend said it was a double date. We barely spoke. He watched the game – I pouted. I became furious later when, while walking across the field toward the bus stop, I fell into a hole and he laughed instead of helping me up.

We were 15.

At 16 we began seriously dating.

And so it continued through high school – on again, off again, not so serious, very serious.

At 19:

I hope to have an updated picture taken this weekend. Hubbymoose and I both have to work on our anniversary, but I think we may head out on a road trip Friday after the grandgirls go to school. I told his boss today that he canNOT work on his days off this week. We’ll see.

Happy 43rd anniversary, Art. It’s been an interesting 47 years (4 years dating – 43 married) going on forever with you. I am thankful for it all.