Above: Me on http://www.yearbookyourself.com/ for 1960
Above: Me on http://www.yearbookyourself.com/ for 1960
Some days I like doing Meme's because there random, and most of them are short.... they're fun for me because I get to read other people's views and opinions and it's all done in good fun!!
I can remember many afternoons spent in my front yard growing up playing on a slip and slide with my brothers and my best friend... those are memories I'll cherish forever!!
On a side note, I remember very well that back then, slip and slides did not come equipped with fancy water fountains and splash pools and there were bruises and scrapes from grass all over my body alot of times... I'd give anything some days to go back to such an innocent time, I'd take those bruises all over again!!
MAN we love summer for it's yummy produce! We were excited when we saw my mom recently and she brought me lots of yellow squash and a cantaloupe the size of a soccer ball! The kids are enjoying cantaloupe or honeydew melon almost every day and little J is going through 2 apples and 2 nanners a day on most days. Those boys love some goodness!! 

Visit Keely at The UnMom for more bits of randomness....

I am wrapping my arms around growing moments for my family, and especially for myself as a wife, mother, daughter and friend. I have some terrific women in my life, my mother, my stepmother, mentors, and handful of truly honest and dear friends. I'm thankful, and need to be better at expressing how important they are to me, and how very much I need them and enjoy having them in my life.
We really have alot to be thankful for, alot to consider about our future, and alot of simple beauty and humbleness all around us to help keep us grounded - in people, nature, and life in general. Changes are not easy, but with loving supportive people in our lives - it certainly makes it more tolerable.
A THOUGHT went up my mind today
That I have had before,
But did not finish,—some way back,
I could not fix the year,
Nor where it went, nor why it came
The second time to me,
Nor definitely what it was,
Have I the art to say.
But somewhere in my soul, I know
I ’ve met the thing before;
It just reminded me—’t was all—
And came my way no more.