Stash

Who could resist? These arrived in the mail today...as the stash for the future family member continues to grow....

Nervous

Seek Peace: Left at the local city gym in locker 45. I thought this was going to be easy...only to walk into the gym and find it crawling with a hundred people (swear!). It was get-your-flu-shot-local-health-fair-day. The place was packed. I almost chickened out. The mission had to be done quick. The photo's taken even faster. Ugh. It was somewhat stressful...I just hope that someone finds it and gives it a good home....

Find

The RAK paintings are ready for their grand adventure. They are each accompanied with a little tag that says either: see beauty, find hope, have courage or seek peace....all daily reminders I could use for my own sanity. The husband and I talked at great length as to where to strategically place these wee treasures. He wants to wait until there is a sunny day...I want to get them out there in the October grey. Either way it is time for them to leave the nest....

Little People

We have a new member of the family arriving sometime in March. Thus the ultimate gift search has begun. Of course there will be books, books, and books. The new kid is basically guaranteed a personal library to rival any public one out there. And of course there will be plenty of lovely things crafted and made. To add something a little extra to the list I have been looking for something a bit on the retro side---something reminiscent of my siblings' childhood. I stumbled upon a vintage jamboree of Fisher Price's The Little People (1960-s-1970's). Now, I know all our stuff has most likely gone to the trash or charity---who would have known how much I really still wanted to play with the house...and the stair case with the door underneath...oh, and the swing, and the merry-go-round? On ebay there was even the Sesame Street Neighborhood Townhouse. I miss the Little People....

Brunch

Today we did the Sunday Brunch with the in laws. It has been sometime since we have gathered together at our favorite local restaurant. My husband and I have been coming here for a decade now. We love their brunch, hot tea, cheesecake, and the well used dented salt and pepper shakers...and of course the staff that knows us. We exchanged gifts---late for the mother-in-laws birthday(at the beginning of this month) and early for the husband's birthday (next week). While we toasted and ate our share of cozy comfort food goodies...the day drifted by in its October grey. After such a rough couple of weeks at work it was nice to be surrounded by people that actually like me for the person I am. I feel a bit better.

Night Snack

Um, I suppose I was a wee tired today. I missed the sun. My head was in deep sleep until eleven o'clock in the night. That would be over 12 hours of straight sleep...or a hibernation. So when I arose from the bed the husband was waiting to go and get out of the house. We saw a midnight movie and then headed to the grocery store to get some real food. I had the itch to be a bit domestic. At three in the morning we enjoyed tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches....and of course we enjoyed each other's company. He would tell you that he knows all my cheesy stories of my childhood and my post high school day shenanigans....it is my challenge then to find something new to bring the table every now and then....so to speak.

Missing

Our grand pumpkin has been abducted. Someone actually swiped him from our front porch. We are very sad and disappointed. My mother told us a story very early on that curtailed any Halloween hijinks's we may have been brewing. When she was a kid she went along with a group of other children to soap someone's windows. When, low and behold, the owner came home...everyone ran...except my mom. She stayed. And of course was caught...and had to clean all the windows herself. So I wonder what kind of Karma is in store for those who steel someone's orange pumpkin joy right of the front step----before he even had the opportunity to become the jack-o-lantern he was meant to be. *sigh* (Note: the above little statement came from Bonnie Hunt....from her talk show...yeah, I admit, I watch it at the gym...)