Official Race Photos of ds's first race ever
drjen, hope you're enjoying every single moment of your son's last months of hs. i would be aching, too. dh and i joked (before kid #2) that ds we would follow ds arround the country, be geeky dorm parents, whatever! i just can't fathom iit!!!
poppy, hope nashville's good to you.
eksmom, at first i was
imagining you can join the runs-with-chicken club. then when i got to the end and read about it falling off the truck, i was so sad. how sweet that it got a fun little bit of life running with you! something i'd llike to do!! i had chickens/hens as a kid and loved them. i hope we can have them again one day. (can't eat them, though
kate~mom, love the pics! you look fantastic! sorry to hear about ds's wheezin.
this is so stressful, i know. i agree with eksmom that pulling up the carpets may be enough. is bamboo flooring an option where you live? i *think* it's significantly less money and bea-u-ti-ful! (i did yoga a few nights ago on bamboo flooring and was admiring it.) some friends were shocked recently that they could afford it when they knew they couldn't afford hardwood. just a thought. one thing at a time, mama.
shanti - beautiful quilts. handmade quilts are so super special. i come from a family of quilters and i have some wonderful ones. i hope selling them works out. i can't imagine life w/o my quilts and i'm sure there are people out there who would
to own some as beautiful as yours.
grnmtnmama, love reading the race ideas. girl, you have clicking away and checking my calendar!
(there are supposed to be eyes here watching you. why aren't they working?
okay everyone, i'm taking the family on an adventure this w/e - to the ol' homestead where i grew up. 75 +/- bucolic acres w/the old dilapidated log cabin, falling down barn, T-Bo creek, tons of overgrown blueberry plants, gardens, chicken coop, pasture, pond, red clay backroads where i learned to drive a stickshift, the water well, my old treehouse where i read all the time, the "swimming pool" i worked diligently digging summer after summer after summer. ("Dad, can we have a swimming pool?" "Sure, start digging and I'll put it in.
) Really, it was just a little ol' mud pit that the dogs took over and sometimes the pigs, too, when they escaped from their pigsty. But I was earnest and serious and I dug at that thing with a little hand spade year after year. Smart daddy. Busy daughter. Unfortunately, no one's really lived there since we moved right after my dad died in 1980 so we're bringing the camping gear and sleeping next to the porch. this will be interesting. i hope the kids like it. i hope they'll have fun. wait. they are going to love, love it. i want to go on moonlit walks just like we did as a kid, and do the whole memory lane stroll. i think i'd like to pick out a spot to build a w/e getaway, i'm thinking an a-frame 1-room building so if we don't move (to New England) and stay in Austin, we have this place to retreat to. oh and maybe, just maybe, we'll go find the real east texas swimming hole: Red Hill Lake where I got to go in the summer after a hard day of shucking corn, snapping peas, weeding rows of beans, making soap (no, not your sweet yummy stuff, mandy, we're talking the real old-fashioned lye stuff. Horrid! No wonder I didn't want to bathe!) probably won't run much, but i'll be walking tons. oh and i haven't seen it since hurricane rita came through last fall and i heard we lost tons of trees, so i hope it won't be in too sad a state. my folks are coming up, too, which is a great thing b/c i don't think i want to even walk in the kitchen and maybe mom can be in charge of food!