April Showers Bring…

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My subject is:

If April showers bring May flowers, what else does April bring?

It was submitted by: http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com/

Well, first of all April is a month filled with anniversaries.

Tony and I were married on April 7th fifteen years ago! We’ve been together for twenty-one years. Amazing, right?

I look back at our wedding and while it was wonderful, more like a party, I cringe at my color scheme-yellow and blue. The 40 year old, mature me would have chosen browns, blues, and greens. Or maybe, browns and maroons. I would not have had daisies, but gone with lilies.

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Both sets of parents were married on April 17th. Yup, imagine fidning out both oru parents had the same wedding date, same place for the reception, only five years apart!

My parents married in 1971

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Tony’s parents married in 1966

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I need to make more slow cooker meals instead of cooking in the oven or on the stove top. With our tiny, apartment kitchen it gets too hot using the stove. Slow cooked meals would be helpful. I need to plan out menus using these great recipes.

http://greatist.com/eat/summer-crock-pot-recipes

http://www.myrecipes.com/cooking-method/slow-cooker-recipes/summer-slow-cooker-recipes

http://www.thekitchn.com/10-ways-to-use-your-slow-cooker-this-summer-205089

http://thekrazycouponlady.com/tips/recipes/the-12-best-summer-slow-cooker-recipes/

https://www.pinterest.com/search/pins/?rs=ac&len=2&q=summer+slow+cooker+recipes&0=summer%7Cautocomplete%7C0&1=slow%7Cautocomplete%7C0&2=cooker%7Cautocomplete%7C0&3=recipes%7Cautocomplete%7C0

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I’ve been diagnosed with plantar fasciitis. What is that? Here is a definition from Mayo Clinic.

is one of the most common causes of heel pain. It involves pain and inflammation of a thick band of tissue, called the plantar fascia, that runs across the bottom of your foot and connects your heel bone to your toes.

Plantar fasciitis commonly causes stabbing pain that usually occurs with your very first steps in the morning. Once your foot limbers up, the pain of plantar fasciitis normally decreases, but it may return after long periods of standing or after getting up from a seated position.

Plantar fasciitis is particularly common in runners. In addition, people who are overweight and those who wear shoes with inadequate support are at risk of plantar fasciitis.

I have been fitted with orthotics not covered by insurance, but they were necessary! Once I get them I can start exercising again and get back into shape. As I want to participate in the Run Like a Mother race again this year.

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Anthony enjoyed running in the kid race and I was so proud that I made it three miles, even if it took me a LONG time. I will participate, even if I have to crawl the entire three miles.

 

Don’t Be a Jerk

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My subject is: What do you do when you are in a public place and see someone treating a waitress/cashier, etc. rudely? Do you do/say anything or just wish you did?

It was submitted by: http://batteredhope.blogspot.com

Most often I want to just scream WHAT THE F*CK IS WRONG WITH YOU???? Hell, I want to scream that a few times each day. I usually just scream it in my head and wish I could be like Nilma from Raising Helen. Wouldn’t it be great if we could do that every time someone is rude, smug, arrogant, or takes advantages of others.

I usually just make snarky comments about the situation to the person who was verbally attacked.

Both Tony and I have said, out loud, to wait staff, clerks, and cashiers how bad we feel for them or can’t believe they were treated like that. We don’t speak directly to the crazy people. You just never know these days, but passive-aggressive, snarky comments always work.

Sometimes Tony will make ask for an insane favor or just say I thought it was your job to do be treated that way, to make the person laugh and try to make them feel better.

I normally am a nice person, despite what Tony may say. I try to treat everyone respectfully. The problem is my inner thoughts and feelings show on my face. I really can’t hide I feel, because it’s written all over my face. Outraged, angered, confused, amused, curious, or surprised…you can see it all.

Or maybe I can be like Mrs. Weasley and destroy all the crazies? Love her crazy, mama bear, don’t mess with me face at the end.

If my son was in charge, he’d sing this all day.It’s pretty darn true. I should start singing this when people are rude.

 

Cupid’s catnip laced arrow hits a dog. What happens?

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My subject is: Cupid’s catnip laced arrow hits a dog. What happens?

It was submitted by: http://notthatsarahmichelle.blogspot.com/

TV shows everywhere stopped airing and suddenly a news bulletin flashed on the screen. Reporters faces, respective to their cities, appeared on the screen.

“We have a breaking news story just in time for Valentines Day. All over town dogs and cats in shelters are barking and meowing to get free of their cages and cuddle with each other. Let me clarify, they don’t want to be with their own species. No, each dog wants to find a cat and each cat wants to find a dog.

Reports are also coming in from various households that the same strange pairings are happening there as well.

There is no need to panic or call the police or fire department.

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We have millions, yes millions of tweets and posts on Facebook about this very subject. people are using the hashtag #LoveIsLove. Even households without both a dog and cat are reporting that the opposite species is sitting outside their house begging to get in.

Others are posting that the fur-members of their household who have barely tolerated each other are suddenly best friends.”

There is no apparent harm to the animals or their humans. Rather once the cats and dogs are paired up  and cuddling, they seem to be happy. Perhaps love is really in the air on this Valentine’s Day or maybe Cupid made a big mistake. Either way it all boils down to Love is Love.

Please send in your pictures of your cats and dogs cuddling. We not only want to keep accurate records, but we must admit, they are just so cute.

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If Only

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My subject is: You can choose one thing that will happen in 2016 that will rock your world, what is it and why did you make that choice? It can be a dream or a nightmare come true.

It was submitted by: http://www.southernbellecharm.com

What big change do I want to happen? I want to win the lottery! Yes, you read that right. It may sound like a selfish and typical, but it’s my wish and I’m sticking with it.

If I won the lottery, I’m talking about a few million after taxes, I’d plan on LOTS of things. First off, I would pay off all our debt and start fresh. Then I’d buy a house in the town and school zone we live are already living in. When I say buy it, I mean buy it outright so we’d never have to worry about a mortgage payment. Then I’d dump a huge sum of money into AJ’s college fund.

Once that was settled, I’d give money to both sets of parents for all their help and to both my sister and sister-in-law and their husbands. I’d give money to my two nephews and niece to help build up their college funds.

I would also invest. In what? Well I’d have to sit down with a financial planner and figure that one out. Would I keep working? Maybe, maybe not. If I had lots left over I could buy some properties, fix them up and resell. Or I could keep working and add all that money to our retirement, AJ’s college fund, and finally go on all the trips we wanted…including a family trip to Italy.

I am sure everyone I know will have their hands out for money. I am sure no matter how hush-hush I keep it, people would know we won and would think of a million reasons to borrow or ask for money. We would be easy targets for others and it would be easy to spend it all on things we always wanted. It would take budgeting and serious will power to keep with our plans and not blow through the money and be left in debt again.

A Recent Surprise?

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My subject is: what is a nice surprise that you recently got?

It was submitted by: http://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch

Well I had a few ideas for this post but changed it at the last minute. Why? Well we have two new additions to our family.

I kept pressuring hubby that we needed to adopt another dog for AJ after our sweet Balboa passed away over a year ago. We knew it would be hard to adopt because of our small apartment and wild boy, but an opportunity arose.

My BIL knew a guy who runs a dog rescue and Tony took the trip with him to see if there were any adoptable dogs. Turns out there was.

He didn’t come home with one dog. NO! He came home with two dogs! TWO! That’s right two rescued and bonded rat terriers. Two dogs that were rescued the day before Thanksgiving. Two dogs that were set to be drowned because they were leftovers from a puppy sale. Two dogs that have made my son happy.

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Did hubby tell me he was adopting two dogs? NOPE. But he said he couldn’t leave one behind, he said Rambo looked miserable without Bonus. Having two dogs changes EVERYTHING. Having two dogs who are somewhere under a year old changes everything.

We have to

  • start crate training again
  • start command training
  • rearrange our schedules

which sucks with two dogs…but I am determined. Does anyone have any advice or tips? 

I am stressed and sick, but know once this crazy stage is over the outcome will be grand. Our son will have two dogs who he grew up with. He is already calling them his brother and sister. I know months down the road he will be happily playing with them in his room or we’ll all take long walks and maybe even teach them really cool tricks.

I’m hoping once the training stage is over they will be okay to lay on the couch when we are not home. The tough part is that I doubt they were ever spoken to…which is going to make command training even more difficult. As of yesterday I have taught Rambo to sit and Bonus follows allong not wanting to miss out. Of course he still looks for a treat, but consistency will make it a habit and soon he will sit because I told him to.

I told AJ that eventually we can train them with all sorts of commands and even have them do tricks. AJ wants to teach them, as if they are his students and he is the teacher. I told him that is a possibility in a few months time. 3text

Looking Back, I am Thankful for…

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My subject is: At 14 what were you thankful for and what do you see now that you SHOULD have been thankful for but saw as a nuisance?

It was submitted by: http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com/

Twenty-six years ago I would have just turned 14 and been starting high school. My previous years were spent at a Catholic, private school from kindergarten to eighth grade. What would have been thankful for? I would have been thankful starting a new school. Why? I was bullied and tormented my last few years there. I was the butt of jokes, threatened, ignored, and made to feel like crap by other kids. I spent so many years hating myself and hating school. All this happened because of my big nose, a mole above my lip, my curly hair, awkwardness. The worst part is that there was no help. Back then it was all on me and my family. It was our issue to deal with, it was our problem. I was weird, not as pretty, not cool, not with the in crowd, so what could I expect.

What was I thankful for? I was thankful for graduating and starting high school. Instead some of it followed me to high school. Bullies, users, and tormentors can even be in a passive form. They are still guilty of what they are doing by not helping or laughing in the background. The stigma of it followed me.

All I wanted was…

  • to not feel pathetic
  • to not be afraid
  • to make friends that really liked me
  • to not be called names because of my nose, hair, or clothes
  • to not hate myself

 

Looking back, I am thankful for parents who…

  • cared more about my sister and I than being cool
  • wanted to keep us safe
  • spent their money to send my sister and I to a private school
  • devoted their lives to making sure education was valued and important
  • made it clear that my sister and I had to go to college, it was future they both never got to experience
  • parents who knew raising good kids was more important than raising popular kids

After seeing a woman walking down the street, ,my mother said to me that will be you as and adult. What did the woman look like? She was tall with awesome, long, black, curly hair, a maroon business suit, carrying a suitcase and walking like she dominate the world. One of the passive bullies was in the backseat with me, of course I doubt she got what my mom was saying. I doubt she cared. I doubted I would be that beautiful.

My mom was right though. I am beautiful and important. I also don’t care what others think. My self worth does not depend on anyone. I love myself, love who I am, who I was, and who I will become. I LOVE my crazy, curly hair. I love my big, freckled nose. I love my large thighs and hips. I love my stretch marks. I love beauty marks and moles.

I know that every woman on this planet, even the models and actresses have issues with their bodies. I know confidence and beauty does not come from makeup, clothes, and jewelry. That only enhances our beauty, because our beauty comes from within.

I am trying to raise my son to appreciate the beauty within all people. To treat others kindly and respectfully. To love his body. I will NEVER criticize myself in front of my son. Why? First of all it teaches him how to criticize himself. Secondly, if he came from me and I hate the my body, what am I saying about him?

I want him to know how much his actions and words can hurt others. I want him to know the power of kind and loving words and actions. I want him to stand up for others and not be a bully, either passive or aggressive. I want him to be kind to others, but stand up for what’s right. I want him to the beauty in everyone, including himself.

Not in My House

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My subject is: Your mother has brought you your grandmothers pride and joy piece of furniture.  You detest it, but you have to keep it.  Where are you going to put it?

It was submitted by: http://www.southernbellecharm.com

Thought it would be fun to find a decorating quiz and incorpratie it into this post, but I could not find a decorating style quiz that really got me. I like the relaxing and welcoming style of casual, but not the bright colors. I like the colors of traditional but not the furniture. I’m not into modern, sleek, and chic. Nor am I into retro, contemporary, or rustic, or art deco.

Then I found this quiz which said my decorating style was eclectic with a modern flair…not sure about the modern flair, but totally me. I do love to mix styles and colors and love making it all work. For me it’s always about color and function over form.

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What colors do I love? Well, I miss our old condo with it’s dark brown walls and bright accents…sighs. If we ever own again I want dark brown walls with LOTS of color from pillows, couches, furniture, art and curtains. As long as the furniture is comfy and the color I want, I don’t what style it is.

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So, I tried to think of an piece of furniture that my grandmother would have and could physically fit in my small apartment. After searching through some free images, I found a hideous piece…at least hideous to me. No way would this work in my apartment.

  • it’s all about design over comfort
  • looks like a torture device for your back
  • can’t curl up on it comfortably
  • imagine how tough that will be to clean?
  • the design and colors…instant shudders

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*****looks off into space imaging this scenario*****

Mom walks in followed by my Dad who is carrying a crazy looking chair. I catch my mom’s eye and she quickly says. “We found this in the attic. We can’t ship it to Texas for your sister and soon we’ll be moving, so you need to take it.”

“What? Are you f*cking kidding me?” I can’t help the sass.

“Stop with that language and no I’m not kidding. You need to take it. It was my mothers.”

“No way, if it’s important to you, you take it.”

“We are moving soon, at least hold on to it for now.” Mom demands throwing her bag on my table.

A laugh escapes. “I won’t be responsible if AJ destroys it or for cleaning that torture device. How do you even sit in it without destroying your back? And look at the horrible designs and colors.”

“It’s an antique, a treasure.”

“No, it’s a hideous. It was made by people who had no sense of style or color. I’m telling you, when AJ sees it he’s going to want to climb all over it, hang toys from it, and use it as a toy.”

“Then don’t let him.”

“Easier said than done. Besides it’s probably haunted. The women on the fabric was probably murdered for speaking her mind or something and now her soul is trapped in the chair. Whoever sits in it will be sucked in there with her.”

“You are being ridiculous. Find a place for it.”

“The only places it can go is in the garage or on the porch. If you do’t like it, then sell it. Maybe you’ll get a fortune.”

“What if it’s worth a couple thousand dollars?”

“I don’t want it or the haunted money from it.”

AJ comes running in and immediately jumps on the chair, it falls backwards. he laughs. “I’m doing that again.” I look at my mother giving her the see I told you look.

She picks it up and moves it outside while I try to explain to AJ why we cna’t have that in our home. Now I hust hav eto pray that his umping on it idnid’t release the victorialn ghost.

I’m thankful that my mother would never insist on me taking such an important and treasured furniture. Not only would AJ destroy it, but I would find a way to cover or paint it. If that didn’t work, then I guess there would have to be an accident and it would somehow be destroyed.

I’ll Keep You Safe

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My subject is “Write a story about a child afraid of werewolves in his/her closet.” 

It was submitted by: http://climaxedtheblog.blogspot.com    

  • “Mommy! I’m scared.”
  • “Maaaaaaahhhhhhmyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!”
  • “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy.”
  • “Mommy, help me.”
  • “Mommy, there’s a werewolf in my closet.”
  • “Mommy, I’m scared of the movie Daddy showed me. The man who melted will come after me.”
  • “Mommy, the movie Daddy showed me had goblins. I’m afraid the’re in my room.”
  • “Mommy! There’s a monster hiding in my room.”
  • “Mommy, please stay with me. I’m scared and can’t sleep.”

Every few nights, it’s the same thing. Poor AJ was too scared to be alone in his room. Poor AJ was terrified to wake up and be alone. He wanted his mommy to sleep with him till he fell asleep and sleep with him the entire night.

While this mommy loves her little boy to the moon and back, she can not sleep with her son all night. She saves those nights for when he’s desperately sick or on vacation. She stays with him till he falls asleep, often falling asleep herself then waking up about an hour later. Then begins the difficult task of applying mom-ninja moves to get out of a squeaky boy bed. Sometimes he stays asleep, other times she fibs and says she has to go to the bathroom and will be back…but she knows he goes back to sleep, then other times he wakes up and keeps calling for her or follows her to the bathroom. Those nights she knows he’s is NOT getting to bed at a decent time.

Where is Daddy in all of this? Well he’s either working or relaxing in bed. Don’t get too mad at him though. The little boy does not want Daddy to put him to bed, he wants his Mommy. See they have a special bedtime routine. First they read a few books then they do the One, Two, Three talk.

What’s is the One, Two, Three talk?

ONE thing we didn’t like about today. TWO things we did like about today. THREE things we hope for tomorrow. Mommy is trying to get her little man to think beyond himself when thinking of three things to hope for.

This Mommy knows she shouldn’t complain too much, because in just a few years this boy will no longer need his mommy. She will long to crawl into his bed and comfort him, but he won’t need her. Even with annoyance and exhaustion, she wants to hold onto these sweet and precious moments for as long as she can. No she does not want him to be scared, but she wants him to always need mommy’s hugs, kisses, and comfort. She wants him to know this mommy will always slay any monsters, dragons, werewolves, goblins and scary movie characters. This mommy will always protect her son.

Labor of Love

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My subject is “Labor of Love” 

It was submitted by http://www.angrivatedmom.wordpress.com

Wow, labor of love, just three words full of so much power and emotion.

We tried for six years. Six years of trying to get pregnant, years of watching diaper and baby food commercials. Six years of being invited to baby showers and first birthdays. Six years of depression knowing it would never happen. Six years of waking up and going through life holding back tears knowing I was not a mom. Six years of sorrow and pain.

Then it was a whirlwind of information about prepping for IVF. It started with classes, then boxes of syringes, hormones, needles, and medicines. I had to organize it all and wondered if it would work, prayed it would, and tried not to fear the worst. I took on months of self-injections and my husband injecting me with hormones. I remember those nights of laying on my stomach, ice pack on my ass, waiting or hubby to give me the nightly injection. At the time it was scary and emotionally draining. Now, it’s sweet memories of a wonderful gift.

Then phone call came. That phone call, that comment that I was pregnant changed everything. A wave of relief washed over me, then fear followed. Would I stay pregnant? Would we be okay? Would I have a healthy baby? As each month passed, my baby grew. I felt him move and kick inside of me. Endless I love yous and continually rubbing my growing stomach started that day. I wrote to him and told him of my everlasting love. I told him I loved him the moment I saw him as a three-day old embryo. Yes I got to see him right before they inserted the embryos into my womb! Isn’t it amazing, looking back on that zoomed in picture…and now comparing him to AJ…what a miracle.

We survived a terrible doctor who refused to treat me correctly for preeclampsia. I should have been on bed rest or at least a work schedule that didn’t have me traveling to different schools. Instead at my 35 week appointment, I was told my baby was not at a great weight and I had to deliver immediately. After being induced and  loaded up with all sorts of medicines and finally given an epidural I had an emergency c-section. It was a risk, with all the medicine and my preeclampstia going under the knife was a risk. I didn’t care what happened to me, but I wanted my baby to survive. I delivered at 35 weeks and my poor son was only 4 pounds and 6 ounces. He spent two weeks in the NICU for an inability to swallow and low birth weight.

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Some said I was suffering from postpartum depression, others thought I was crazy. Actually I was just angry and grieving that I had to be brought into a locked room to see my son. I was miserable that other mothers on the ward got to hold their babies anytime they wanted and I couldn’t. Watching them in their rooms with their babies and families, as I was wheeled back to my room empty-handed, was torture. I was heartbroken because I had to leave the hospital without my son.

Finally when he was home, I developed repeated breast infections for two months. AJ was never able to latch on, so I kept pumping in vain. It was insane, but self-induced mom guilt forced me to keep going. Once I stopped it, a HUGE weight was lifted off of me. I felt better and really got to enjoy motherhood. I was no longer sick, and could focus on raising a happy and healthy baby boy.

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My son, his life, my journey of motherhood is a true labor of love. I am blessed to have experienced it all. I am thankful for my years of sorrow, I feel they make me even happier to be a mom.

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I’ll Never Forget

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http://www.BakingInATornado.com Baking In A Tornado
http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com Spatulas on Parade
http://dinoheromommy.com/ Dinosaur Superhero Mommy
http://themomisodes.com The Momisodes
http://berghamchronicles.blogspot.com the Bergham’s Life Chronicles
http://www.southernbellecharm.com Southern Belle Charm
http://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch  Confessions of a part-time working mom
http://thelieberfamily.com The Lieber Family
http://batteredhope.blogspot.com Battered Hope
http://www.someoneelsesgenius.com Someone Else’s Genius
http://climaxedtheblog.blogspot.com Climaxed
http://sparklyjenn.blogspot.com/ Sparkly Poetic Weirdo

On your way home from the grocery store, you spy a neatly tucked letter in your windshield wiper. Thinking it was a stupid advertisement you grumble as you get out of your car grab the paper and roughly open it, then you see scrawled in a hand writing you thought you’d never see again, “I’ll never forget” and you’re left breathless, confused and terrified…   Finish the story.

It was submitted by: http://sparklyjenn.blogspot.com/      

First of all I would NOT take the note of the car. No way, what if it’s a trick to grab me or take my car. Especially if I had my son in the car with me, I would drive straight to the police station. I wouldn’t even drive home, what if I was being followed so they could see where I live. Maybe I’m paranoid, but it’s always better to be safe than sorry.

I had such terrible writer’s block. I kept changing what I was writing unable to complete it or make it flow. I had some great ideas, but couldn’t make them work.

How about a tear-jerker?

First I started with a letter from Balboa, from Rainbow Bridge. He will be gone a year on August 1st. He wrote to tell me he’s meeting new friends, eating all sorts of awesome treats, chasing lots of leaves, and always visits. He asked me to stop crying and remember the good times. He let me know I was always his mommy and we should look to adopt a doggie who never knew love. It’s time to share the love he always knew.

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A twisted stalker? 

Another scenario was a short, short, short story about a woman hiding from a stalker. He once again found her and delighted in terrorizing her. She tried to get help from the police, but no one believed her. Besides, that note didn’t really threaten her. Sadly, this is reality. She goes home to pack and all seems to be going well for a quick and safe escape. As she gets in her car she hears him say “hello” from the back seat.

I know it’s twisted and dark, but I was channeling Lisa Unger and Harlan Coben.

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A ‘DOH’ moment 

Then I thought what if it REALLY happened, but it wasn’t what I thought it was. I come home freaked out and tell Tony and can’t stop from crying thinking that we are being stalked or he royally pissed off someone. Of course not me, I’m the innocent one. He starts to get upset as well, saying the handwriting looks familiar to him. Then he turns it over and throws it at me using his favorite line when I’m not quick on the uptake. “You’re the teacher and you don’t know?” I look at the back and see that it says. Family Photography, we save all your memories so can say ‘I’ll Never Forget.’

Only good friends really “get” each other. 

The last idea I had was a note that initially freaked me out. That is until I found a few dollar bills inside with another note that said “no backsies”. Thankfully it was from my friend, Kit. We sometimes will fight over who will pay or who owes who money. I joke about mailing her money all the time…this time she left it on my car. I text her explaining I thought I had a stalker and we crack ourselves up. Our husbands just stare at us, in our respective houses, shaking their heads and wondering how we function in life.

While each had a great beginning I couldn’t make it flow and work for this post. I kept drawing a blank as a wrote. Really stinks when that happens. Which of these did you like? Which did you think was the worst?